For my part, meeting a man was a fairly significant fantasy (for reasons that I have since identified but which I will keep to myself). Anyway, one day I decided to provoke the opportunity. I had been thinking about it for some time, and imagining this “confrontation” gave rise to a certain emotion. The desire, the desire were latent in me, I had to shake things up... We were in 2015. During my virtual wanderings, I had discovered the site “drag places”, and I discovered the profile of Philou (!!) who presented himself as a Bi man in a relationship. I imagined that a threesome would be “easier” to explore my desires. But after a few emails, convinced that his girlfriend was imaginary, I decided to ask her out on a date.We found ourselves in a parking lot, and after the usual introductions, he confided to me that he was somewhat used to this type of situation, that he regularly met men without his partner's knowledge. His job allowed him to be away at will, it was early afternoon, the weather was nice. I decided to take him home.I was internally petrified, anxious but wanting, stressed and yet almost greedy. When we arrived, I prepared a coffee and tried to make conversation despite my confusion. We sat down on the sofa, side by side, I felt feverish... He put his hand around my shoulders to pull me against him, and kiss my neck. I found it disturbing, but I was determined to see it through! “Not on the mouth” I told him…The coffee was still steaming in the cups when I got up. To speed things up, and to shatter my shyness and apprehension, I undressed in front of him. My brain was in turmoil, my stomach was in knots, but I wanted to “bare myself”… Offer myself to him in a way! abandon myself to his desire, to his experience, to his concupiscence.he put his hands on me and I was upset. I felt his caresses, his kisses on my chest, I shiver thinking about it...I undid his belt, opened his pants, slipped my hand inside, between his jeans and his boxers. I felt his penis beginning to firm up, I felt his bursae (which I found a little small), then I pushed back the elastic of his boxers, and grabbed his manhood. His pants slid down his ankles with that characteristic sound. In my hand, his penis was warm and firm. I ignored the fact that his erection was bending his cock to the right, and inviting him to sit down. I was at the height of excitement and apprehension... I didn't want to back down, and I knelt before him. He was rather athletic but only his penis interested me, captivated me... I brought my mouth closer to his penis... I apprehended it slowly, almost modestly, then I started to lick it, sucking it more and more greedily, I let myself go. I wanted to suck him as I would have liked to be sucked, determined to enjoy this moment... He put his hand on my head but I didn't want that, so I pushed him away with a delicate gesture. I continued to enjoy this cock, I wanted to convince myself that it was delicious. I savored its texture under my tongue, its rigidity. Without restraint, I wanted to suck him in a suave, torrid, languorous and refined way. Then he broke the silence by inviting me to lie down on the sofa. we settled in head to tail for a 69 of which I paradoxically have few memories… so I pushed him away with a delicate gesture. I continued to enjoy this cock, I wanted to convince myself that it was delicious. I savored its texture under my tongue, its rigidity. Without restraint, I wanted to suck him in a suave, torrid, languor ...

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