At the beginning of the 80s, no more of my little special moments with my uncle, no more of this indecent complicity in the swimming pool cabins. From now on every Saturday morning, I went to see him at his boyfriend's house, I had become by habit, the little slut who was never asked for his opinion, "Lick his ass, suck me, get on all fours I'm going to fuck you, etc. " For almost a year I drank liters of cum and cleaned holes and I took miles of cock in my ass, but I liked it, since every Saturday I felt the same excitement, my glans red with pleasure and my cock stiff as a rod.And then my university years arrived, it forced me to show another face, I had to enter into normality. 45 years ago, it was not a good idea to admit to being a faggot. So like the other young people, I had a girlfriend, like the others I laughed with my friends while making fun of the slightly effeminate guys. My straight-A student costume fit me like a glove. Even if once a week I managed to make my girlfriend cum, I was not satisfied, the very hard cock of a handsome male pounding my ass constantly tormented my mind. One Sunday afternoon, while I was waiting for my girlfriend, sprawled on a bench in the square where we were meeting, I watched guys go by going to the toilets. I said to myself, curious that all these guys go to the toilets . It was necessary to satisfy my curiosity, with a nonchalant step I headed towards these toilets half guessing what I was going to discover.Bingo, I look at this unsanitary, poorly lit place that stinks of piss, and a good dozen guys are present in this unsanitary place. One thing was certain, they were only fags who came for one thing, and they had all left their modesty at the entrance. A little fat guy was on his knees vigorously pumping a guy who took the opportunity to jerk off his neighbor, in the background another was bent over getting fucked without even knowing who the lucky guy was. Opposite the urinal, 3 toilets with doors without locks, where it was easy to understand that un-Catholic things were happening there. One of the doors opened, a guy came out, pulling up his jogging pants, while the second, completely naked, was jerking off, looking at me, smiling and running his tongue over his lips. My heart was racing, I had to enter this orgy. Frustrated, I abandoned my fantasies by turning on my heels, my girlfriend had to wait for me.Indeed, radiant and smiling, she had just arrived, “whoa, my angel, you are taking risks if you have entered these public toilets, it is renowned for being dangerous and poorly frequented” she said to me. I smiled, acting surprised, but I said to myself: if you knew my girl how I'm going to co ...

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