When I was 21, I met Laurent at the campsite, who would become my very first boyfriend. Our meeting started with a sex plan in the collective toilets, in the middle of the night. I'll tell you this: That summer, I found myself at a campsite for a few days with distant family in the middle of summer in the Cher. I slept in a tent next to the trailer of my distant cousin, his wife and their 7-year-old toddler.At my age, I was almost a virgin, never kissed anyone, just 6 months before, I had experienced a first fellatio, furtively practiced on a 60-year-old man whom I had met on a website that no longer exists. So almost a novice in terms of sex but finally sufficiently certain of my attraction to men. I very often dilated my anus with what I found, even small bottles of deodorant etc. At that time the internet was not well developed, smartphones did not exist, meeting guys his age to begin with, maybe a story was not easy.On a site of the campsite, visible from ours, a little distant despite everything, had settled a Swiss man in his forties, chubby bearded, in a caravan as well. I had noticed him because he was alone, which I found strange and moreover coming from Switzerland… I imagined the somewhat exotic destination; why come under the same latitude? Moreover, he had an attitude, a way of moving that left me with little regard for the fact that he was gay.That afternoon, it was sunny but not too hot. I was reading alone, quiet, in a little tank top and shorts on my deckchair. I hear footsteps coming in front of me, by reflex, I lower my book from my nose and see a tall, handsome young man of my age, dark-haired, stronger and more muscular than me, walking quickly with his backpack, her flip-flops and her tight little shorts that gave her an amazing ass. I watch him pass without being able to look away for a second, even when his head turns towards me. In a flash I feel the weight of his eyes pass me X-rayed from head to toe, a slight smile, then he continues on his way to arrive at the site of the Swiss. I immediately wondered about their relationship. Were they gay? In a relationship with ? The guy mate me or was I dreaming? From where I am, I can't see them very well, so I get up from my deckchair several times, casually, to take a look at their side to observe this handsome guy. I see them laughing, they seem close, but nothing ambiguous. Having hardly ever spoken or seen a real gay person in my life, I tell myself that maybe it's me who's making up a story. I'll spare you the details, but I had the opportunity to meet him several times before the end of the evening. And even a scene that made me uncomfortable when the two, the Swiss and the guy seemed to be looking at me in the distance and talking about me…After dinner I liked to isolate myself a bit and walk behind the campsite near the grove and the river. Later, I learned that he had voluntarily followed me, but to my great surprise I find myself sitting at the edge of the water, the evening falling next to this young man who begins the discussion in a disconcerting way to the big shy that I was at the time.Time stops and I learn a lot about him, his taste for football, the origin of this muscular buttocks, the fact that he was from the same region as me, that he had met this Swiss friend via a website but that they see each other for the first time by insisting on the "in all friendship".I tell him my story, of former obese and in return I am entitled to compliments on my physique. Compliments from my point of view, very unusual between men. The conversation continues until new unequivocal allusions about our loves until he tells me that his mother had kicked him out because he had fallen in love with a boy but that the story is now over.My blood only turns at this moment, I turn peony red, my temples throb and I tremble. Everything is in order in my head and I suddenly understand that this handsome guy is gay, that he spotted me when he arrived, and that he has been flirting with me for 45 minutes.Trembling, I stammered a few words to him to get out of this unprecedented situation quickly:_ "well, I'll leave you, it's dark… the mosquitoes are out" _ "ah, too bad… I didn't shock you with my story, I hope" _ "no, not at all…" tell him - I getting up from the grass _ "I was good with you... You're cute too" Hearing these words, the very first sweet words of my whole life, my heart races and seems to want to explode my chest. Laurent also gets up, shakes the back of his shorts and grabs my hand, looking me straight in the eye.I remain frozen. His hand is warm, powerful, I feel so vulnerable and intimidated. He takes a step closer to me to approach his face, tilted towards mine without moving. And it was I who first came to put my lips on hers gently.I immediately withdrew and looked around to see if there were people there or not. Big blow of stress, I couldn't get noticed like that, fear, panic takes me and I leave at full speed while Laurent tries to hold me back and follow me for a moment.At nightfall, my cousins ​​and I used to stay up a little while the little one fell asleep. Laurent passed twice, looking at us, and staring at me. As I turned my head away in fear. And it's when I head to the bathroom with my toiletry bag, towel, one last time before going to sleep that Laurent takes the opportunity to come and talk to me. _ " How are you ? Didn't you like that kiss? he asks me with a beautiful and mischievous smile. “Because I really liked it”._ "Shhhhh, less loud, are you crazy? » « No, finally yes, I liked it, but I'm afraid »… « I can't be bullied with my cousin, cousin, nobody knows about me… » _ « I understand but I want to start kissing you again”… “can we find a discreet place? "Join me tonight" _ "Where?" » I ask him _ « good to the caravan. I'll talk to Jerome about it. We will be discreet »After a refusal on my part, an appointment is made at 1am, in the collective sanitary facilities since there are showers, rooms that can be locked and therefore the possibility of being together for a few moments and discreetly. Why this specific time? No idea.I go to my tent, to scrutinize the time.1 am arrived, it's time to go out I see Laurent in the driveway waiting and watching my exit. I make him a small sign to tell him to leave on the 1st.Arrived at the toilets, I go to the shower and sink area. After all, who would come take a shower at 1am? I enter discreetly, followed by Laurent, into a large individual sink area that locks from the inside.Once safe, I discover the pleasure and the thickness of her lips. We kiss for very, very long minutes. Our tongues touch, he holds my head with both hands and mine rest on his hips. This moment was fantastic, a total discovery for me. Very shy at first, my hands go under his Tshirt and Laurent, who was really hot but respectful and tender, tries more and more daring maneuvers but very gradually, monitoring my reaction and my consent.He is handsome. Dark chest hair sticks out from the collar of his Tshirt. He has big muscular arms. I like him terribly, I seem to like him too. In any case, he wants me, I can feel it.After these long minutes of kisses, the excitement being at its peak, I pass her hand over the package and discover a huge bump. Really huge. I loosen his belt, his shorts fall and I squat down to come and press my face against his boxers. I smell the smell of laundry and light perspiration, I rub my face on that hard penis, a good piece of which came out of his black underpants stained with small wet spots. Without lowering it I just spend a few licks on his very imposing foreskin; Laurent still keeps one hand behind my neck and the other on his shoulder.I release his very large tail, Laurent takes the opportunity to remove shorts and boxers that remained on his ankles and I find myself with a magnificent tail under my nose that I hasten to put in my mouth. I'm going s ...

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