It's a beautiful summer Sunday in the Bois de Vincennes where everyone is walking around in scantily clad clothes. I'm in shorts and a tank top to look like everyone else and not stand out!No, I'm kidding, on the contrary, all muscles visible and tight, I hope to excite more than one!A short walk along the paths that wind through the woods... I pass a grove of bushes and discover a clearing (no, not the same as in the previous story, there are many clearings, scattered everywhere and very different. ) (Precisely -- small digression -- it reminds me of one of those improbable places. While I was walking in the undergrowth, the path leads to a sort of grassy place, clear of trees, very wide, very long, lined with fences all around. I arrive there like a hair in soup! Apart from a few individuals alone or in a small group sitting in the middle, everyone -- mostly guys, probably gay -- is sitting along the fences like around a dance floor, or a fashion show. Not fifty choices, or else I walk in the middle of the square, offered to everyone's gaze as at a parade of models, except that, dressed in an ordinary outfit "branded" Go Sport, I lose a little of my splendor; or else I walk along one of the fences, passing barely a meter from potential "luxury ready-to-wear customers" and I will hear the criticism, or even the mockery, of all these viper tongues!I choose to go right in the middle, swallowing my pride and relying a little on my natural and nevertheless devastating charisma!Arriving safe and sound on the other side of the square, I admit that "the snail had returned to its shell"! All the mental and physical work to be done again to once again make a good impression with potential hot lovers.Those who know the place will perhaps recognize it and be able to testify.The Bois de Vincennes is a vast, wonderful place, with varied landscapes, where you can believe you are a hundred miles from Paris even though it is right next door!) Let's start again; this summer Sunday, I turn my head to my left and, surprise! (well, half anyway, we're in a cruising area!), a charming boy, relatively young, shirtless, in shorts, is lasciviously lying on the grass, tanning his pretty, already tanned body in the warm rays of the sun. His body is finely muscled, completely hairless and I would like to check if this is the case all over his body... I approach him and ask him, out of politeness, if he doesn't mind if I lie down his side. His smile acts as a response and an invitation. There are other places occupiedhere and there but relatively far from us so as not to be disturbed, the place is known and very busy. I don't hesitate for a second and settle down on a bath towel which, planning ahead, I carry in my backpack. Close enough to him to make others believe that we are together and good friends! This boy exudes a delicious scent of solar amber and produces a magnetic attraction on me. An exchanged look seems to me to be an incentive for a little more intimacy. It doesn't take long for our hands to come together before wandering first over our torso and... little by little, slowly, inevitably, inevitably, inevitably, irresistibly... in short, we grab our cocks in our shorts! He gets hard and me too, of course! To the touch, he has a very beautiful penis, of average size and a little thicker at its base. A bit like mine! It gets a lot wet, my hand is full of it. And me too. Without seeing his penis, I feel his contractions under my expert fingers. Let's go for a mutual masturbation session. He's a handsome boy, I'm not ugly either, our lips come together and meet. The sun is radiant and we radiate happiness!Given the location, which is quite open, our erotic games unfortunately cannot go much further than mutual masturbation. We still lower our shorts to mid-thigh for greater “ease” and quick dressing if necessary. He caresses my balls, clean shaven, I do the same with his hairless, very soft ones. Reciprocity, the key word of a good and healthy sexual relationship. His glans, red with confusion, continues to emit a stringy, transparent honey juice. Several minutes of genital massage and pleasure, sensual and voluptuous, result in two ejaculations at the same time, mouth to mouth. The white, hot liquid spreads over our stomach in successive jets. Does it make you tan? My towel proves very useful for wiping up all this deluge of sperm.And suddenly, without warning, at the very second we finished drying ourselves and had barely pulled up our shorts, two police officers, on horseback, emerge from the grove where I had come from a few minutes earlier. I say, without exaggerating, that within a second, we were caught “red-handed”. One of them, with his disdain and imposing frame, lowered his head towards us and, suddenly, I felt like a little boy caught with his fingers in the jam jar! I almost returned FOR THE THIRD TIME (!?) to custody at the police station for sexual exhibition... The horses away, my fake boyfriend and I, we give each other the traditional little kiss, I replace my wet towel in my bag,check out one last time from head to toe, filling my box with beautiful memories and I resume my wanderings.Well, I vaguely feel that people are dying for me to tell (briefly, it doesn't deserve several pages) these two previous misadventures (alas, not romantic) with the constabulary, which took me into police custody twice , like this, we will save time and reduce CO2 emissions! At the same time, it can be useful for some beginners!FIRST Misadventure: One summer Sunday, still in the Bois de Vincennes, I headed towards an enclosed field that I knew and where I used to do naturism like other guys spread here and there, completely illegally ! I climb over the metal fence but this Sunday, strangely, there is no one there, I have the entire field to myself! Frustrating nonetheless. And there, I made the mistake of settling down, naked, near the fence, forgetting that a path ran alongside it on the other side, a legal one! Comfortably lying on my stomach on my towel, in the sun, a gentle languor takes hold of me, I fall asleep.Suddenly, a clap of thunder in an azure sky: “Sir, (louder) SIR, get up, get dressed and follow us.”M… the border (fence) police came upon me! I get dressed, a little (very) embarrassed with my cock ring and I follow these gentlemen; reluctantly but, obviously, I'm not given a choice. I admit that in this circumstance, the prestige of the uniform did not work at all!In fact, they were gendarmes, very polite indeed, but I hadn't noticed the rolling of the "r's". Leaving my car parked somewhere, I get into their van, heading to the police station.Once in their office, I am informed, always very politely, of THE crimes ...

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