It was in Pessac in my small apartment rue Jean Philippe Rameau more than 20 years ago (I put the place sometimes that the person recognizes it and wants to contact me), at the time the messaging in vogue was CaraMail I chat from here and there and out of curiosity I stroll on a bi-gay chat room. I come across several naughty guys and after several days of chatting I was about to leave this room with a poor opinion of gay and bi people when a guy starts talking to me and makes me arouse interest and we find some affinities and the discussions ensue. Over the discussions he warms me up a bit at the time I saw myself as only hetero but he still managed to wake up this little doubt in me, and if I was bi? The discussions chain more sex oriented and finally one day he asks me if I want to try with a guy. Excited I told him yes and there he instantly offered to go, taken by fear I changed my mind and told him no. He continues to exchange and reassures me by telling me that nothing will be obligatory and that we can just have a drink. He'll be at my house an hour later... We have a drink, talk about everything and nothing and gradually he caresses me, I let myself go. He then begins to pump me gently I suggest that he continue in my room. Once in my room we start to undress at this time I really thought it was me who was going to sodomize him. But he sucks me again and goes down to my puck and there what a discovery! I let myself go more and more the language then a finger then two work me washers! I'm changing what's going on I'm back I'm scared but want at the same time! After a while he straightens up and I see him put on a condom, my god, that's not me! And yet if I feel his great pose on my virginity he pushes gently and I let myself go. He slowly enters me and gently back and forth. My bra ...

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