A story that happened to me before the covid. Like every Monday, I spent the evening at the pool. That of Pech David, on the heights of Toulouse, closes at 9 p.m. that evening. It's around 8:50 p.m. when I leave the locker room after watching some handsome naked males in the locker room. I leave the building and go down the alley which joins the road and serves as a parking lot. At this time there are no more buses on this line, but going down a pedestrian path that cuts into the hillside, I will find myself on a street served by buses until 9:15 pm. As I approach the gate I hear someone calling out to me. A guy who I can't see much of calls me from his car parked there. He asks me for directions, he has to find a friend at the swimming pool and wants to know if he has arrived well, he does not know the neighborhood and it seems that it is poorly attended. I tell him he's arrived, but the pool is going to close. He looks very annoyed, his boyfriend had told him to stop by but he can't reach him and in addition it seems that this corner is a bit special. I smile, in fact the area is special, Pech David is a hill, the vast majority of which is a public garden, wooded, with many sports facilities including the swimming pool. And a little higher than the said swimming pool, there is a belvedere from which the view over the city is magnificent and whose parking lot is a well-known meeting place. I have moreover several times tasted the pleasures of impromptu encounters in the groves that surround this parking lot… but that is not the subject of this story. I reassure him by telling him that the surroundings of the swimming pool are not badly frequented, that it is further away and that therefore he does not risk much. He goes on to say that he is not really afraid of the place but he has been informed that it is a gay hookup spot, and that he is straight, and that he recently arrived in the region, and that s 'he had known where his friend had given him an appointment…. I find him more and more ambiguous but hey, he asks me questions about the swimming pools in the city, how they are organized… etc. I answer his questions and explain to him that I have to go (it's cold) because I have a long way to go if I don't want to miss the last bus. Are you on foot? Do you want me to take you back? I answer him no, amused to see that for a straight guy he is more and more ambiguous, because I don't want to disturb him. He replies that there is no problem, that it is nice to meet nice people who agree to help people etc. In short, he insists without seeming to explain to me that he is not a dangerous boy even if he understands that one is wary of a stranger encountered at night in this so special district. Frankly amused and vaguely excited by the situation and by the idea of ​​having a good time that I think is possible with him, I accept and explain to him that homosexuals do not meet in this parking lot but in another, higher up on the hill and even though he only risks one proposition to which he will be able to say no, I know what I'm talking about I myself frequent this famous "so special" parking lot. Oh, are you gay? He doesn't mind (too kind) he is mostly happy to meet nice people. Okay, is he bringing me back? OK ! I get in his car and off we go, downhill. During the trip that brings me closer to a bus station, he shifts on this friend who gave him an appointment in a strange place, that he suspects to be gay for a while, and is what Wasn't there a way to make him a flirt? Well, he's straight but after all in life everyone finds their pleasure wherever they want, and then this friend is nice, he doesn't know if he would say no to him, he doesn't care that this friend is PD. He apologizes for his language, he has nothing against homosexuals, PD it was not to insult ... I tell him that it's okay, in fact I'm more and more amused by his merry-go-round that I guess at kilometers. What about this parking lot? Doesn't that suck too much for the cops? And how is it frequented? That guys? Is there a special way to dress? I finally offer to show him if he wants. He seems to hesitate for a moment. My turn to cunning. I can do that since he brings me back so nicely, that I usually thank my occasional drivers, with a few sweets, but I know very well that he is not so interested in showing him around since all the same this place intrigues him . He tells me that it's nice and that hey, if that doesn't bother me, even if it means having come here, you might as well see it. I show him the way and here we are, turning around to go up the hill. Arrived in the parking lot, I suggest that he park to observe the merry-go-round of cars coming and going, parking for a moment or longer, men coming out to sink under the thickets… he offers me a cigarette. Told me he would like to roll a joint but he has no more leaves. I'm not particularly drawn to hash so it's okay, but I accept cigarettes. We talk a little while smoking then he tells me he has to go take a piss. I also want it and I suggest that he take the opportunity to go for a walk in the undergrowth to see if there are people. He accepts. We go out, we relieve against a barrier (it's too dark for me to be able to see his member despite a few judicious glances) and take a quick tour in the surrounding groves, there are not many people, there late hour and the cold calm the ardor…. In short, we take our turn while continuing to discuss. He then asks me THE question: and what are you doing with the guys ...? I mean ... are you pretty passive? active ...? is that how we say…? I then explain to him that personally I am rather passive even if I am not ...

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