Ah! The Bois de Vincennes, place of all delights! Many gay “Parisians” know this place of perdition and I am no exception. I have lots of memories of more or less successful flirting. Here is a true story, among others, perhaps to follow... It's autumn, the weather isn't very nice, the sky is gray but it's not cold. I walk on trails well known as meeting places, away from the "highways" used by families. I arrive in a small clearing where, about 20m from me, there is a large tree trunk lying on the ground. Sitting on the trunk, an athlete in his thirties wearing a kind of light, very tight-fitting boxer shorts, doing abs. He hasn't seen me yet. I stop and observe him from a distance. He takes a rest and remains standing with his buttocks resting on the trunk and sees me. His support on the trunk brings out a majestic prominence in his boxers from which he absolutely does not hide. On the contrary, having seen me observing him, he caresses himself gently, slowly through the fabric. His penis takes on an impressive volume. I don't move but I don't take my eyes off him, his body is beautifully shaped. I hesitate to get closer to him, the clearing is still very clear, within sight of anyone. It's him who comes towards me, a little smile on his lips, his face is very masculine, very attractive. My heart beats wildly !But when he is almost in front of me, he suddenly turns to avoid me and walks away. I told myself that it was too good to be true, that it's ruined, "another asshole tease!" My gaze remains hypnotized by him, on his muscular buttocks, and I watch him walk away, death in my soul.But he doesn't go far: he heads towards a grove a little more hidden from view, turns towards me then pulls down his underwear and waves to me. My heart starts again!I approach him, grab his penis with both hands which are not enough! I kneel down and start sucking him, gagging so much that his machine is choking me. He gets me up, turn ...

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