Started with Fabien ("Alex makes the hairdresser come") in the first months of the new school year, the year continued with a torrid meeting with a water polo team from LOU ("Alex plays in the showers with a team of water polo”) before I discovered the hidden resources of Brasserie Georges.Leo had told me about the "secret resources" of Brasserie Georges. “When you come in through the Cours de Verdun, head left on the benches. You sit there. You will see Angelo the waiter arrive at a run. You'll order him a beer, he'll come back and start asking you questions...'Have you been here before? ' 'You are a student ? What do you study ? Ah the story… And it's interesting?… What do you do on weekends? I'm often free on Sunday afternoons, don't you want to come and spend some time with me?'...”. And Leo laughed. "Then you'll see gentlemen who will approach your table, strike up a conversation...You say yes, you say no, it's up to you...Preferably go there on a Friday afternoon when they're out hunting." ..»The following Friday around 4 p.m. I was at the Brasserie Georges. The scenario indicated by Leo unfolded perfectly before my eyes. Angelo arrived, I ordered a draft beer, he came back with it and started asking me questions. I listened to him and answered mechanically. I cut it short by saying "Thank you" and immersing myself in a book. He left disappointed. I had my eyes fixed on my book but in reality I saw perfectly the movements which took place around me. After a while, two men, well into their sixties, sat down two tables from mine and each ordered a coffee. They cast furtive glances at me. Angelo brought them their coffee and, thinking he wasn't seen, nodded at me. He came back to me. " You want something else ? ". " No, it's okay thanks... ". " What are you reading ? » « The Spirit of the Laws… Montesquieu ». He nodded and left. One of the two men sitting nearby called out to me, “Are you a student of literature? ". “No in second year of history”." You come here often ? ". “No, only on Friday afternoon”. A slide was made in my direction and the two men found themselves at the table closest to mine.One of them spoke "Here we come here to look for a companion for the weekend...". At least it had the merit of being direct. The second, who was in fact closest to me, said to me, “Are you free this weekend? ". We were already on familiar terms… “Yes… why? ". "Would you like to come and spend the weekend with us in Sainte-Foy?...". " Why not !... ". The first, short and chubby, told me in a confidential tone, "My friend and I are rather looking for someone passive...". “I am female but can be active too”. " Perfect ! ". The second, quite tall and massive, said "Here is our address" and he handed me a business card. “See you tomorrow then… 1 p.m.?” “. " Very well. See you tomorrow !".I was taking a new step. Until now I had only slept with Paulo, in his fifties.The next day I arrived quite early by bus near their home. I looked at the number twice… Amazed… Living in such a house proved the financial well-being of its occupants… At 1 p.m. sharp I rang the bell. Bruno (the first) came to open the door. "It's good to be on time!" Punctuality is a quality! ". The second, Louis, was waiting for me on the ground floor in the dining room. “We are going to eat! ".“Do you want an aperitif? ". I declined the offer. " No thanks... ". The meal was simple and excellent. He didn't impress me. It was spontaneous and friendly. No ulterior motives such as “We'll make him drink to do what we want with him”.After the meal, they took me to the back of the house. Hidden by high walls and tall trees was a small swimming pool. A few deckchairs accentuated the serenity of the place. “Here is our little paradise,” Louis told me. "Ah yes, I understand... In the middle of town, such a gem...". A chair was within reach, I quickly got naked. They enjoyed the spectacle of the look. I went down into the water. Bruno and Louis disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared in their bathrobes, which they left on an armchair near mine. Both well preserved! Bruno a little potbellied but Louis exuded triumphant virility. Tall, slender, still well muscled, he had serious arguments between his legs. They joined me quickly. After all I was there to empty their balls...Bruno immediately took my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. Louis grabbed a nipple in each hand and raised my excitement. I moaned and let myself be carried away by the pleasure. I began to caress the cock and the big balls of Louis. Once again I found myself in a daze, carried by these two experienced men who knew so well how to give pleasure.Louis climbed a few steps to the ladder that led out of the pool, his magnificent cock within reach of my mouth. I licked his balls diligently before shoving his long cock, so perfectly rigid, into my mouth. Bruno behind me caressed me, licked me, kissed my neck and having passed his arms through mine continued the work of Louis on my nipples. I moaned endlessly, bordering on discomfort.Then Louis took me by the hand and led me out of the pool followed by Bruno. He dried me with a bath towel while Bruno dried himself on his side. Still holding my hand, he pointed to a sheltered spot at the end of the pool. A huge round bed occupied a large part of the shelter…To say that these two knew how to make love to a man, to take and give pleasure, would be to devalue their performance… It was beyond… Sunday evening I left satisfied, Louis had filled me well and Bruno master of fellatio emptied my balls several times. I had also sodomized him, he was delighted.I came back several times to spend the weekend with them. It was not a relay-château but a magnificent bourgeois house nestled in greenery and protected by high walls.The second year required more investment at work. Lots of reading and more research to do. I was skipping a number of Fridays at Brasserie Georges to get myself up to speed.When I went there again, after the Christmas holidays, a man was sitting at a table near where I usually sat. Angelo, coming out of I don't know where, appeared in front of me barely seated. “It's been a while since we've seen you! “. Then in a low voice "I missed you...". “Angelo, I have more and more work this year! History is fine but geography annoys me...”. Angelo leaned towards me "I believe there is a gentleman for you..." then moving away "I'll bring you your beer!" ". Angelo came back, delicately placed the “Beer Rinck” card under the glass, then set off again at his rapid pace.The man in question, in his forties, very mature, but with very handsome features. He was quite tall and massive. Handsome man, a certain charm, a bit animal. I liked it. He raised his glass when I took mine "Cheers!" ". " Health ! ". He slid into the seat and moved closer to me. "I heard you were a history student...". " In effect... ". “I suppose you visited Lyon? "Yes," I replied, "but there is so much to see!" ". He nodded. “Do you know the royal monastery of Brou in Ain? ". "By name," I replied. "I'm going there tomorrow morning…Would you like to accompany me there…?" ". " Why not ? ". It had become my favorite expression.He offered to take me by car to the corner of Cours Jean Jaurès and Rue de l'Université the next day at 8 am. Before we parted he added “Take some spare clothes and your toiletry bag… You never know”. I simply replied "Okay".The next day I arrived a little early. He was already there… Big car with tinted windows, he lowered the window halfway to be recognized. I put my bag in the back and climbed next to him.We spoke little during the journey. I liked the softness of the leather seats, the quiet engine. It was a comfortable and powerful car.We arrived at the monastery around 9:30 am. He parked the car along the sidewalk, just in front. “We have time to go and have a coffee. The meeting is at 10 a.m. " The appointment ? » . "With the curator, he is a friend...". I foolishly imagined a threesome with the curator...Too carried on the ass I was, as Master Yoda would say...At 10 am sharp we were on the forecourt of the monastery. A man of my guide's age arrived. Very smiling, they greeted each other, hugged each other, holding han ...

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