When I was young, in Paris I often found odd jobs to make pocket money. My father knew a few owners of small snack bars or restaurants or bars. In general it was small places, in small streets especially located in the “gay district” of the capital. I was young and I often worked as a dishwasher or discreetly helped in the kitchens. So I spent part of my holidays there, sometimes weekends or an evening from time to time during the week. I have always worked and I find that normal.Anyway, on Saturday morning I went to a gay sauna in the capital, to clean up before it opened in the afternoon. Iknew the boss who was a friend of my father. It was the second time I saw him and his boyfriend was not present so he was alone there. He greets me by giving me a coffee croissant before I start cleaning. Then he guided me throughout the sauna to show me what I had to do and where to find the necessary for the work. Of course, he also took part in the restoration during the day and part of the night when the premises were used.On this subject, a gay sauna after its period of activity conceals disorder, garbage cans to be emptied, "stains" and others and also odors. The one I was in was quite "creepy" and old-fashioned, but with everything theIt was still hot there and the boss told me to make myself comfortable so as not to get dirty. I couldn't find better than to put on my underpants and tee shorts to work. He himself had put on shirtless shorts. So we started cleaning the small rooms, the mattresses, emptying the trash cans. Besides, the latter contained condoms, some full and other paper handkerchiefs. I know you're going to find me "crad" but I swallowed sperm found in the condoms.Sorry but you know me I was already obsessed and still am by the way lolllllll.......................;After a good two hours of work, the boss suggested I take a break. I was sweating and so was he and I got theremember that he slapped me on the ass to go to the room that was used as a deposit. There was a coffee that was poured and we took our drinks to go to the movie projection room and enjoy the armchairs.We sat down to enjoy a deserved rest next to each other, coffee in hand and we chatted about a bit of everything and of course sex. The boss must have been in his fifties, which contrasted with my age, a little belly, a few hairs.He put his hand on my leg while talking to me, of course I let it go. I think he knew I was gay, my dad probably told him, and then a 17-year-old guy who's not afraid to get into his underwear to work with his boss,We put our coffees, hugging me he kissed me and started a game of very naughty caresses. I myself let my hand get lost on the bump of his shorts. It was warm and felt his desire through the fabric. As I said I had already seen him with his boyfriend ...

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