Hi. Thanks again for your loyalty and your generously donated points! Younes was already there, ready to go, when I arrived in front of the house, parked near the blue wooden door. When he saw me, his face lit up. He jumped up to my side, excitement marking every step. I cut the sidecar engine, and the sudden silence of the vehicle contrasted with the ambient agitation of the douar. A few neighbors watched us, intrigued, as Younes climbed nimbly behind me, giving me a smile full of anticipation. We left the village slowly, the dull sound of the motorcycle echoing faintly through the dusty paths. Younes was amazed, absorbed by the feeling of freedom that this short trip gave him. His eyes scanned the passing landscape, his hair twirling in the warm morning wind. The path to the villa was not long, but long enough for Younes to savor every moment. He had placed his hands, like last time, almost on my pubis. I wondered again if he was aware of their position… But since they remained fixed throughout the journey, I concluded that he did this quite naturally. Arriving in front of the imposing gate of the villa, I gently stopped the motorbike. Younes, still intoxicated by the experience, begged me to take another lap. “Just one more lap, please, Pierre!” he said, his eyes sparkling with hope. I couldn’t resist his youthful enthusiasm and, with a knowing smile, we set off again for another loop through the winding roads. Back at the villa, he got out of the sidecar with the grace of a cat. He then invited me to enter the property. The garden was vast and lush, filled with exotic plants and bright flowers. But what immediately caught my attention was the swimming pool, beautifully integrated into the decor. It stretched for several meters, a deep blue that caught the reflection of the clear sky. I was stunned by the elegance, beauty, and calm of this place, a stark contrast to the humble douar from which we had come. “It’s magnificent, Younes,” I said, unable to hide my admiration. The owner must be a man of taste. Younes nodded proudly. “Yes, Monsieur Ahmed has traveled a lot. He had this pool built as a souvenir of his travels in Europe.” I followed him through the garden, observing the architectural details of the villa, the delicate arches, the colorful mosaics. Younes led me inside, where the elegance of the decor continued, mixing traditional Moroccan style with modern touches. Each room was carefully appointed, testifying to the wealth and refinement of its owner.He showed me around the ground floor, enthusiastically explaining his daily work, the care he took in each task. I understood then how important this place was to him, a symbol of hope and progress. After the tour, we went back outside, where I took a moment to appreciate the view of the pool again, the sun reflecting shards of light on the calm water. - Do you want to swim with me? I do it every time I come! Well... when he's not here. - I'd like to, but I don't have a swimsuit. - When I'm alone, I swim naked. But we can stay in our underwear, if you want... - I'd like. I took off my clothes straight away, put them on a bench and immersed myself in water that was still deliciously cool from the night. - He called out to me: - I'm coming, I'll check the pump filter first. I didn't notice his arrival in the water, right next to me, emerging like a seal after holding his breath for the entire pool. We swam together for a few moments, moments of very pleasant friendship. - The tea must be hot, I'll get it. - But... When did you make tea? - It's very modern here, they have an electric teapot. I was pleased to see him then extricate himself from the edge of the pool, with a powerful recovery of his arms, offering me the contemplation of his magnificent back and his muscular buttocks, resembling two small melons that his brother Karim sells. When he came back, with his tray on his arms, I couldn't help but stare at his enormous swinging penis, which could only show through his still wet and very loose briefs. This made me react immediately and I felt my briefs swell. He dove into a jet of water and then joined me, side by side, in this part of the pool where we had the bottom, leaning on the edge, facing the plateau. We then spent some delicious moments chatting. Of course, he came to his brother's adventure which seemed to mobilize his mind, and his senses, I had no doubt. He bombarded me with questions about how to make love to a woman, after I had confided in him that I had already gone out with several girls. He confided, surprising me all the same, that he was now reassured, since his brother had confided in him that Karim had penetrated her without too much trouble. - And since I have a slightly bigger cock than my brother, I think it will be fine. - But yes, it will be fine, don't worry. - I showed you how big it was, the other time! I burst out laughing. - Yes, I saw... Well, I felt it. Very proud of himself, he thought it was a good idea to add: - And I still didn't have an erection!- You'll be a terrible fucker, Younes, I'm sure of it! He surprised me a little when, of his own accord, and without warning me, he took my cock in his full hand, by the briefs, as if to gauge it: - Is yours big too? I remained impassive: - Well, you realize that, right? - Yes, but you're not hard yet... - You can feel it, right? - Can I see? And without asking for more, he plunged his head into the water to pull the elastic of my briefs and take my cock, which had not yet reacted to its full extent, in his full hand as if to weigh it. - Yes, but you're not hard yet. - You can see... - I am, look. And with authority, he took one of my hands to plunge it into his briefs to make me see, by pressing it against his beautifully erect cock. - Well, you're spoiled, my lad! You're going to make some people happy! - Is it true? he said to me in a slightly naive tone. - I'm sure of it! - And I have a very hard on, look, touch. The invitation was too tempting and I left all my calm and my promises there. I grabbed it to feel it and see the truth of what he said. - Oh yes, it's very very hard, very stiff and very straight! But I didn't let go of my hand, all for my pleasure. - And you? He plunged his ...

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