Hello, My name is Christian, I was born in 1964 and I fully celebrate my bisexuality, an identity I became aware of in 1999, the year I was posted to Martinique. My personal journey, far from being a simple passive acceptance, is a joyful and vibrant affirmation of who I am. Although I have not yet revealed this essential part of myself to my wife, my intimacy cannot be defined by silence. My experience in 1980, during a summer stay at a teen camp, marks a turning point, a long-repressed memory, but which today, far from being a shadow, illuminates my trajectory. Since then, I had not had the opportunity to experience an intimate relationship with a man, having repressed these memories, as if they were "bad". My stay on the island of flowers marked an unforgettable turning point, I was 35 years old at the time. An initiation into homosexual pleasures, offered by a tender and attentive lover, marked the beginning of a sensual exploration. I then chose to take a break, to let time take its course, a moment of reflection, waiting for the blossoming of a desire as dazzling as a spark. But fate, a mischievous trickster, had other plans for me. Ironically, at the precise moment when desire resurfaced, intense and irresistible, my partner slipped away for an unexpected vacation. A blow, certainly, but nothing to discourage me! The wait, instead of consuming me, stoked my thirst for encounters. I then immersed myself in the vibrant and exciting world of the online gay community. The virtual exchanges, hot and passionate, fueled this feverish anticipation, transforming each message into a promise of pleasure to come. The opportunity for a new adventure presented itself in the form of a twenty-five-year-old Black man I met online, an unexpected encounter that rekindled my desire. His profile was irresistible, and his messages even more so. I decided to seize the moment, to break through the barriers of shyness and expectation. I went to his place at the first invitation, I gave in to the urgency of my senses, rushing into the intimacy of his body, into the warmth of his bed. This time, no procrastination, no cat-and-mouse game, no waiting! I was thirsty for sensations, for pleasure, and I didn't want to waste another second. The urgency of desire threw me into a frantic waltz: a quick shower, a quick wash, clothes thrown on in a hurry—shorts, boldly devoid of underwear—and there I was, in the middle of the night, rushing toward a burning rendezvous. He was waiting for me,I'm sure of it.As soon as the engine was off, he appeared, a dark silhouette on his doorstep, drawing me into his world. At six foot nine, he towered over my six foot seventy-three like a giant. Imagine the scene! His overwhelming presence, an imposing silhouette, a stature that inspired both fear and excitement. He radiated raw power, a physical force that fascinated me. He quickly ushered me in and undressed, inviting me to do the same, which I did without hesitation. His clothes flew off, mine too, and there we were, naked, amidst our scattered garments, his mouth seized mine, kissing me with intense passion in a fiery kiss. From his impatient desire, I understood that the night would be long and torrid. He finally released my lips, pulling away slightly, letting me admire the beauty of his body: an ebony sculpture, muscular, supple, graceful, the quintessence of Black male youth. Then my gaze, irresistibly drawn, slid towards his lower abdomen. And I discovered its dimensions… nearly twenty-five centimeters in length, five or six in diameter. His imposing virility confirmed the myths of Black male virility. There, under the dim light, the promise of intense pleasure loomed, a silent invitation to discovery. The raw beauty of his sex, its shape, its texture, everything vibrated with a palpable energy, a promise of exquisite sensations. The magnitude of his attributes aroused in me a wave of excitement mixed with apprehension. A true monster! A magnificent monster, a thrilling challenge, a promise of intense sensations. I hesitated for a moment, faced with the magnitude of the task, the raw power that loomed before me. Could I truly welcome such a presence within me? The idea was both terrifying and exciting, a promise of unknown sensations. But I told myself: when the moment came, I would let myself be overwhelmed by this raw force, by this overflowing energy. It's not every day that one finds oneself faced with such an opportunity, faced with such a promise of pleasure. This giant, this monster, was going to reveal things about myself that I hadn't even suspected. I was preparing myself for an unforgettable experience, an intense sensory adventure that promised unparalleled sensations. Far from repelling me, this audacious prospect drew me irresistibly. A wave of heat invaded my stomach as soon as I took possession of this impressive member. The sensation was both intense and incredibly exciting.He suggested I accompany him to his adjoining bedroom to further explore our bodies. I readily followed, never letting go of his magnificent member, which hypnotized me. We climbed onto his bed where I could fully savor his sex. I sucked him with insatiable fervor, while he explored my anus with a dexterity that left me speechless. His expertise was evident; his mastery led me to the peak of pleasure with disconcerting ease. The intensity of the moment was palpable. I couldn't measure the time; onl ...

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