Oddly enough, the weather is good, it's even unusually mild... I'm riding my bike, observing nature. Near a well-known meeting place (naturist beach near Chateauneuf) but generally very little frequented at this time of year, I come across a young man of 25-30 years old, visibly athletic, in his small sedan. He's checking his phone... looking somewhat desperate. I pass him once then decide to turn around and finally go down to the edge of the river, by the small access path. I hang around in the undergrowth hoping for him to come. A few short minutes later, I hear the characteristic slam of a door. It's him that I observe in the distance heading in my direction. He passes near me then wanders off on the sand fifty meters from me. He hesitates, goes around in circles, observes me from afar, leaves then comes back , in a hesitant waltz. Then after a few minutes, he finally comes towards me and calls out to me. I can observe him. He is European, dark, tall 1m80-85, athletic, wears glasses. I lightly caress my sex over my pants. He observes me. I ask him what he wants. He answers that he appreciates mutual caresses and reciprocal masturbation. He specifies that he is married but has a great desire for experiences with men, preferably mature ones. That's rather good, I have an immoderate taste for young men of age, with an athletic figure... So I take out my sex, already quite bold, a drop of excitement pearling at the tip of my glans. He is ecstatic in front of this spectacle while seizing my rod with his large hands. He lowers his sweatpants and shows off a medium-sized, quite soft sex. He then begins to masturbate me with a certain gentleness. His hand is warm but inexperienced. The gesture is clumsy… I ask him to go more slowly.Suddenly, he asks me if I have a condom on me. Surprised, I confirm but tell him that I am only active. "I want to get fucked, I've been waiting impatiently in ...

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