The beauty of Ganymède This Sunday, I have an appointment with us, that is to say at Adèle and me, with a man I met on the internet: 30 years old, divorced, bisexual, brown hair, beardless, tall and thin, sensual in the extreme, he said. I throw myself into the water, I try, I am authorized to do so. Adèle, my wife left last week for a long stay abroad and despite my love for her, with her agreement, I decided to finally have the sexual experiences that I have always dreamed of. Could this be a betrayal? I don't know, but I'm sure that deep down she wants it. She told me anyway. No doubt she also has the same desire for transgression.So I wait as agreed naked under my dressing gown, all moved at the idea of ​​this one afternoon meeting, my cock already weighed down and vaguely erected by the excitement of waiting, my heart pounding and tied throat. Will I be disappointed? Often the reality seems trivial compared to the dream we had. I imagine her as beautiful as a god, sculptural, standing superbly in front of me, offered, smiling with her beauty and her power. For me, I know my body already strained by age, my salt and pepper hair, my face a little tired and my sex less triumphant than before. But my desires are intact and my impulses still alive, I will know how to love this stranger with tenderness and passion beyond taboos and conveniences because, quite simply, I experience an expectation that fills my entire body and makes me shiver . Finally I am going to feel this new, perverse pleasure, forbidden to set off to discover a man's body in each of its carnal detours and no doubt, I shudder, to feel under the caress of my hand blossom and stand up a hot and heavy sex. I can not remain seated, I walk up and down, aware of my nakedness and excited to expose it thus discovered by my scruffy dressing gown. Finally, he rings at my door, it is the appointed hour. I open quickly and am not disappointed: he is indeed very handsome, tall, with a thin face with regular features and curly hair. It is a Greek statue as it is so many in the Louvre magnifying homosexuality. I think of the divine Ganymede, the most beautiful of mortals, who grazed his sheep so pleased Zeus that he took him to Olympus to love him at his ease. While we briefly shake hands, my half-open bathrobe does not hide much of my trouble. He also seems a little moved but does not say anything. I lead him to the sofa, sit him down and offer him a coffee which he accepts. I am busy making us run two espressi, tight as in Naples and which we call there crema di cafè. I come and sit next to him. We introduce ourselves, we tell each other our wishes, our desires but I feel that, like me, he is eager to spend this moment of convenience and that it is time to take the first step. I gently put my hand on the bump that swells the fly of his pants and I feel under the fabric a rod that is no longer wise. No more civilities, he came for that and we both feel pressing desire. He turns to me, grabs me in turn and kisses me on the lips, inserting his tongue deeply into my mouth. It is a warm, musky, bewitching kiss that overwhelms me with intense confusion. A man's kiss. he is eager to spend this convenient moment and that it is time to take the first step. I gently put my hand on the bump that swells the fly of his pants and I feel under the fabric a rod that is no longer wise. No more civilities, he came for that and we both feel pressing desire. He turns to me, grabs me in turn and kisses me on the lips, inserting his tongue deeply into my mouth. It is a warm, musky, bewitching kiss that overwhelms me with intense confusion. A man's kiss. he is eager to spend this convenient moment and that it is time to take the first step. I gently put my hand on the bump that swells the fly of his pants and I feel under the fabric a rod that is no longer wise. No more civilities, he came for that and we both feel pressing desire. He turns to me, grabs me in turn and kisses me on the lips, inserting his tongue deeply into my mouth. It is a warm, musky, bewitching kiss that overwhelms me with intense confusion. A man's kiss. he came for this and we both feel the urge. He turns to me, grabs me in turn and kisses me on the lips, inserting his tongue deeply into my mouth. It is a warm, musky, bewitching kiss that overwhelms me with intense confusion. A man's kiss. he came for this and we both feel the urge. He turns to me, grabs me in turn and kisses me on the lips, inserting his tongue deeply into my mouth. It is a warm, musky, bewitching kiss that overwhelms me with intense confusion. A man's kiss.4 I begin to bend, seized with an unknown and lascivious disorder. I dare to go down the zipper of his fly, he has not put on underpants, and I take out his already erect member with a gesture: he is impressive, long, thick, fleshy, his proudly scaled penis is crimson and shiny . I brush my fingers against the soft, silky skin of the blood-swollen glans. I feel it throb under my caress. His erection is even more tense, almost painful, to the point that small spasms shake his penis. I take it tenderly in my mouth and gently wet it with my saliva, making small moans of pleasure from him as he arched his back the better to feel my tongue come and go. Tearing myself from my job, I ask him in favor to get completely naked, standing, in profile, and to show off in front of my eyes, cock proudly standing in front of him. He readily accepts and undresses hastily without losing any of his erection. Shirt, shoes, socks, pants fall to the ground and he finally stands up in front of me, with coquetry and even, sure of the beauty of his naked body, with a touch of provocation. Seeing him so stiff cock springing from his lush tuft whose curly hairs are golden by a ray of the setting sun is intensely erotic. Her flat stomach, her long thighs and her hairless chest give off an impression of virile beauty that penetrates me to the core. I tell him my wonder and we both get impatient. I take off my bathrobe and throw it on the floor to be completely naked too. His nudity is really superb with his muscular body, his majestic phallus and his heavy and swollen testicles fascinate my eyes: vice shines in his blue eyes. I stand up in my turn, standing in front of him. We look into each other and embrace each other. Mouths united, tongues mixed, tails pressed one against the other, belly to belly, we are intoxicated with passion. I lead him to the bedroom: still welded to each other we walk to the bed, rubbing our thighs, chest and penis. We are under the empire of sex. I throw myself on the bed and make him understand that he must come at me head to tail. So he gets on top of me, letting his testicles hang over my face, and shoves my rod in her mouth. It's good, I take his heavy balls in my mouth, I salivate on them, I lick them with little licks ... I feel his stiff cock hitting my chest, I grab it and masturbate it vig ...

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