My cycling trip! With quarantine upon us, I have to be careful not to gain weight! After walking, I decided to take up cycling. It allows me to go further and discover small villages in the countryside. For the summer, I invested in a complete cycling outfit. I had a hard time getting used to the cycling shorts, vulgarly called "penis-shaped," but they're essential. With my work schedule, it allows me to go regularly, sometimes in a group, sometimes alone. On the advice of colleagues, I shaved my legs; it surprised Martine, but I like it. Today, Wednesday, I'm off work. I'm leaving after lunch at 1:30 PM. The weather is beautiful and warm. I hope it doesn't rain! It feels good to unwind by going for a ride, and at the same time, I can take the opportunity to check out the beautiful women and look for a penis! I've been riding for over an hour, and the sky is clouding over! In the distance, large gray clouds appear; I hope I can avoid the storm. I arrive in Charleval, a pretty little village, and a few drops of rain begin to fall! I continue on, but as I leave the village, the storm hits and it's pouring! No time to stop, I have to find shelter. I spot a garage in the distance in front of a house, I accelerate, but I'm soaked to the bone! Just enough time to get there before the thunder rumbles! I take refuge inside, leaning my bike against the wall. "Well, my boy, where have you been?" " I didn't see that the owner was here tinkering!" "Good morning, sir, I took the liberty of taking shelter; I got caught in the storm!" Water streams down my legs, I have goosebumps, and I start to tremble. "Come on, put your bike away, we're going to go inside to dry you off and put on some dry clothes, you'll catch a cold!" "Thanks, that's kind of you!" I put my bike in the back of the garage and followed the man, who looked to be in his sixties, bald with a bit of a belly. We went up a flight of stairs to a hallway. "Take your clothes off, I'll get a towel!" Glad to be rid of my wet and cold clothes, I took them off after removing my shoes and socks. I'm naked when he arrives, my penis is shriveled up like a snail's, I'm trembling! "Well, you'll have to warm up," he says, looking at my penis. He starts rubbing my back with a large towel, then moves to my stomach and then up to my head, drying my hair. He goes back down to my lower abdomen and kneels down to rub my thighs. My penis has regained its size, fueled by the excitement of the situation. There, while he's still kneeling, he starts to gently masturbate me. I'm like in a dream and let him masturbate me, closing my eyes. At that moment, I feel a sensation of warmth, guessing that he's sucking me. His warm tongue wraps around my penis, which has regained a manageable size. My hands are on his head, caressing his scalp. My pelvis starts to move back and forth, sliding my penis in and out of his mouth. I start panting, my breathing quickens as he massages my balls. My legs buckle and part slightly. He continues his mission. While sucking me, he gently inserts his middle finger into my anus, discovering how easily it yields to penetration. He works wonders with his mouth, better than my wife, who rarely gives me head. Overwhelmed by his tongue, I stiffen and ejaculate my semen deep in his throat. He sucks me dry, drawing out every last drop of my juice. Then, he stands up, looks at me with a smile, and without a word, kisses me. His tongue still tastes of my sperm; it mingles with mine, swirling and sending shivers through me. After this kiss of thanks, he leads me to the shower where I can wash myself, under his watchful eye, with warm water. I come back downstairs with him, wrapped in a lar ...

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