Ten days went by without my having any further news from my friend Mathieu's father. He had come into my life by surprise, without my expecting it or having the time to grasp what was happening. And now I missed him. In the evening I jerked off, thinking of his thick cock coming and going between my lips. Twice I took a detour through the park toilets. But my hope of meeting him there was disappointed. The first time, there was no one there. The second, I had to settle for the flaccid cock of a little old man who could have been my grandfather. Then one evening, as I was leaving the chest, I saw him waving to me behind the wheel of his car parked a few meters from the gate. At first I thought he was coming to pick up Mathieu, then I realized he was finishing later that day, because otherwise we would have left together. I got closer. He rolled down his window and smiled at me, saying, "Come on in, I'll take you for a walk." I got into the passenger seat and he drove off. We drove in silence for a little while, he had taken the road that left the city in an easterly direction, followed the railway track for a few kilometers and then set off to attack the hills which dominated the valley. The landscape has changed, the vines giving way to meadows interspersed with woods and then to the thick forest that covered the slopes. He broke the silence for a short moment: "By the way, my name is Michel, I don't know if Mathieu had the opportunity to tell you ...", then forked onto a narrow road perpendicular to the slope and which soon became lost in a forest path narrow, soon impassable by car. He stopped the engine and told me to follow him. After a few meters under the forest cover, we arrived at the foot of a small cliff into which opened a dark and damp cellar, a memory of an old quarry. He took a few steps and then turned to me. While starting to undo his pants he threw me: “Damn, I want to be sucked! Come on, get on your knees and do your job! I started to give him a blowjob and as his hand on my neck guided me to the base of his swollen rod, he called out sharply, urging me to continue: "Yeah, go ahead, that's it, eat the dick well, yes!" Swallow everything ! Is my cock good? Yes it is good, you feast! Come on, suck it well, come pump the juice! He squirted so powerfully on my tongue his cum overflowed, dripping down my chin. I was about to get up, but his hand held me firmly down, “No, no! Keep on going ! You're going to make me squirt a second time, it's so good ... "I continued to move his soft cock back and forth in my mouth and suck her balls, until she recovered. force. So like the first time, he took my head with both hands and swinging his hips back and forth, he began to kiss my mouth methodically, pushing his glans against my glottis and down to the back of my throat. I held back the vomit that came back up to me every time it entered my larynx, suffocating me and tearing away tears that rolled down my cheeks, mingling with the spurts of semen from his first ejaculation. This time he was silent, focused on his pleasure. In the twilight, I could hear him breathing heavily, his breath getting harsher and harsher. Suddenly it pulled back from between my lips, and a warm, gooey squirt of juice caught on my cheekbone, followed by another, then a third that hit me in the forehead, just right. above the eye. his breath grew harsher and harsher. Suddenly it pulled back from between my lips, and a warm, gooey squirt of juice caught on my cheekbone, followed by another, then a third that hit me in the forehead, just right. above the eye. his breath grew harsher and harsher. Suddenly it pulled back from between my lips, and a warm, gooey squirt of juice caught on my cheekbone, followed by another, then a third that hit me in the forehead, just right. above the eye. He put his cock in his underpants, and rebraguing himself, while I was still catching my breath kneeling on the wet dust floor, he told me to stay like that until he got back, he thought it was beautiful, my face soiled with his cum. When I had definitely come to my senses, we got back to the car and he drove me into town. Unlike the aisle, he kept talking. He complimented me, complained about other guys who had sucked him anyhow or who were not even able to take a cock in their throats ... Then after a while, he paused and , resuming in a more serious tone, asked me if I had ever dressed as a girl. I told him yes, but it was always alone, for myself. "Would you like to come to my house one afternoon, and dress like a girl? I nodded. "What if I invite one or two friends over, would you like that too?" After the fellatio session on the chain he had offered me a little earlier and which had put me in all my shapes, I could only answer yes. “Next Saturday, Mathieu and his mother are leaving for the day with Mathieu's maternal grandmother. I will be quiet. Try to find a pretext and join me. We will have fun. The car pulled into the front of the school. He handed me a kleenex with which I groomed my face, then I left it, assuring him that I would do my best to be there on Saturday. “Next Saturday, Mathieu and his mother are leaving for the day with Mathieu's maternal grandmother. I will be quiet. Try to find a pretext and join me. We will have fun. The car pulled into the front of the school. He handed me a kleenex with which I groomed my face, then I left it, assuring him that I would do my best to be there on Saturday. “Next Saturday, Mathieu and his mother are leaving for the day with Mathieu's maternal grandmother. I will be quiet. Try to find a pretext and join me. We will have fun. The car pulled into the front of the school. He handed me a kleenex with which I groomed my face, then I left it, assuring him that I would do my best to be there on Saturday.The next day was a Wednesday. I had an appointment with Mathieu in the afternoon to play a game of tennis. We used to play together two Wednesdays by me, and to spice things up a bit, we agreed that the winner could ask the loser what he wanted as long as it was achievable. In fact, our requests were generally limited to solutions to a math problem or to a can purchased from the clubhouse distributor. That day, for the second time in a row, I felt uncomfortable finding myself face to face with Mathieu after what had happened with his father ... and that day even more than two weeks before, to the extent that our relationship was beginning to take a turn that was as lasting as it was unexpected. Paralyzed by my embarrassment, I was unable to play prope ...

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