Here is finally the continuation of this story.To sum up for those who haven't read part one, one saturday night banner on my couch, i went to hang out on tinder while my wife slept. For fun, I put that I was looking for everything (woman and man) and I could see that all the guys matched my profile without a photo but no woman... After a while, I since a man had sent me several messages. Still in fun and to pass the time, I talked to this man to whom I immediately told that I was not gay. He insisted for a long time that I come to see him explaining to me that being the boss of a very big company, everyone took care of him during the day and thesuddenly, in the evening, he liked to take care of fathers like me by offering them to listen to him, a massage, a drink or a blowjob. Beyond having fun, this conversation made me have a hard-on... We left it at that in my story...I'm at home, it's 11 p.m., my wife is asleep and I'm in my living room, and everything is getting confused in my head... I'm straight, I've never turned my head on a guy... why? I'm here to think, why am I still hard... And the other one who insists... come and have a drink, just let's get to know each other, you're in no danger, I'll only do what you want... I surprise myself looking on Google for the time it takes me to get to his house... 16 mins... it's fast... I take my jacket and I go there but I warn him, it will just be a glass... Of course he says to me, come, I am waiting for you.I hit the road calling myself crazy... I go to a stranger's house in the middle of the night for a drink... It's a crazy thing and yet at no time do I think of turning around.I arrive at his place, a beautiful building in a beautiful Parisian district and I enter the code he gave me to open the door. I go up to the third, still on these indications and I knock timidly on the door to the left of the elevator. The door opens, he is as on his profile, not very tall, bald, dressed in trousers and a shirt and he wears a broad smile.I warn him that I won't be staying long and he replies like in his messages, that I can leave whenever I want and he thanks me for coming to see him. He takes me into his living room, soberly furnis ...

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