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Under the church after burial

Publié par : gilles65 le 07/12/2020

Just a little before the second confinement, I had the opportunity to go to a funeral for the father of a colleague, there were few of us. Not being invited to accompany the family to the cemetery, the Father asks two or three people to come and help him to put back benches in an outbuilding of the church, with stairs and weak lighting. Suddenly two men and the priest with me spend half an hour going down the 12 benches, in the twilight and in an almost dark room. The weight of the benches also made me feel a little warm, with my coat, despite the coolness of the room in the basement.The priest left us the keys, because he had to go home to prepare for another parish, he had to know one of the two men well, because they were on the same terms in a friendly manner. Once finished, I sweated well and put myself on a bench in this room, the parish priest's friend, a man in his 60s, robust and warm, said to me: - Not too tired? Thanks a lot for your help !- thank you, I got hot, I'm sweating in my coat! but if I undo it here, I risk being cold… - Go to the other room, which is not heated either, but being smaller the air is more stable, you can remove your coat…- Thank you, I'm going, I take 10 minutes of rest on one of the benches and then I go home, I always have a backache when I force a little.- Keep your T-shirt, I'm going to massage you through, I know me, I also have back problems and I was massaged in the lower back and that relieved me a lot. Let yourself be ... - Gladly I admit that I love massages, good in general, I do them in better conditions: on a table and naked in a warm room ... - You will see you will not feel the difference ...I put myself on the bench and he straddles my thighs, start to massage my back, shoulders, shoulder blades to my waist, I admit that he massages me very well, he kneads, presses in places and mass more gently on others, which means that my T-shirt is raised from time to time, I am not cold and in my head wanting more… - Hmm, thank you for massaging yourself very well… - I know they are me often said There was little light, but I heard the second man coming down the stairs with a last chair to tidy up… - Ha I see that the physiotherapy session has already started !! So young man, he's nice, isn't he, he massages well, I know it, I've already been through his hands too !!I wanted one thing, that it does not stop, we were all three and I felt an erotic atmosphere, me almost shirtless, my pants flush with my buttocks, my masseur with his beautiful warm hands go through a large part of my body, and the other man who sits in front of me, and who takes the initiative to massage my head… - If you continue like this, both of you, I'm never going to tell you to 'quitting is so good !!- We both love to massage, and then you have a body that makes you want to massage - Ha yes, so don't be shy, go ahead, indulge yourself… - Well, I'll put your coat under you and I'll take off your pants, have no fear you will not be cold ...Indeed two minutes later, 4 hands kneaded my body, I was in white cotton underwear, which I like to wear from time to time, and let myself be completely, I bandaged and did not dare to show it. My head had rested on the knees of the second man and I saw his pants deformed by a tail which had to bend well. I don't know what got into me, but I got closer to his fly and with my nose I rubbed his pants as if to say open your fly. He understood and slowly took his cock out of his panties, he had a beautiful rod, I could not help but take it in the mouth and slowly I pass my tongue and with my saliva I play back and forth come, I feel he is breathing hard, ...

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Keywords : Partly true, Gay, Mature, Threesomes