Olivier and I had taken our little habits. It must be said that the video cassette that I had found by chance and thanks to which we had lived our first experience was part of a much larger collection that I ended up discovering. This collection at our disposal, made up of about thirty films, left us the choice of the theme according to our desire of the moment. It is around this collection that the days of this summer are organized. Always the same way. In the morning, a first handjob session of varying length depending on our state of excitement. We took the time to choose a film, either to review a scene that we particularly liked, or to discover new ones. The simple fact of looking at the covers already put us in a stir. The morning was inevitably accompanied by a good pipe that I offered him. Like the first time, on the sofa, watching the film we had chosen. For some reason that I cannot explain, it was always me who sucked it and never the other way around. I think I liked to feel his cock and he liked my mouth. Another pignole in the afternoon. This did not take place in the privacy of my parents' living room but outside. We were lucky enough to live in a small village in the countryside and there was no lack of unspoiled natural spaces. I think we jerked off pretty much anywhere we could. I pumped it in the forest, in the open field hidden behind a haystack, around a clearing or even in a small shepherd's hut. An episode will be devoted to the day when one of our little friends surprised us in action, tail in hand. As the days went by, I became more and more experienced. I jerked off and sucked better and better. Olivier's tail had become more enduring. If at the beginning it was juicy fast enough, it took longer and longer to come and I liked it. I jerked him off… he bandaged, I pumped him… he came and we started again. I think it was when he saw the ejaculation scenes from the morning movies that he had the idea to jerk off in my mouth. I was surprised the first time but over time it was a new ritual between us. When he was going to cum, he took his cock back in hand and while leaving it deep in my mouth, he jerked off in a rather slow movement. He was still spreading his thighs wide. So I could grab his balls with full hand and accompany the comings and goings in my mouth. I took the opportunity to slide a delicate finger on his washer having noticed that he was rather receptive to this caress. It worked particularly well during afternoon blowjobs since most of the time he was standing in front of me and I was crouching, waiting for him to flood my mouth. This is how I made him cum. He fed me his semen twice a day. Sometimes three. The days passed and I waited for my fix. He was waiting for my mouth. A sort of unsaid ritual. No need to talk too much, we knew what was going to happen. That morning, we were watching a particularly hard movie that we had never seen before. The jacket had already made us hard several times but by mutual agreement: "we keep it for later"! The actresses were real greedy and horny sluts dressed in a way we had never seen before. They were horny! The actors had beautiful cocks that banged their pussies and asses unceremoniously. This film really made us hard. Then came a beautiful sodomy scene. The actress played the role of a whore paid to give her pussy to the client but the latter, too excited, began to fuck her despite the disagreement of the principal interested. She was on all fours, wide apart, and her little hole was heavily pounded. We could see her wide open and wet pussy as well as the balls of the horny male hitting her clitoris with each embrace. In her way of enjoying like crazy, we deduced that getting fucked in the ass had to do the greatest good. This is where Olivier said to me: - Would you like me to bugger you like her? - I don't know… I've never done that! - Me neither but we could try? You see how she enjoys this bitch. She takes it up the ass and she loves it. - Did you see the size of your cock? it will never fit in my ass! - Yes but look what I found. Olivier proudly shows me a white tube whose name and content I cannot identify. - I stole this from my father's nightstand drawer. It's petroleum jelly! - Vaseline? The trick to lubricate? - Yes that's it. I tried last night in my bed and it works! I put some on my cock I jerked off like that. It was great ! His sentence is barely finished, he opens the tube and brings out a nice hazelnut that he comes to apply over the entire length of his machine. - Touch, you'll see how it goes. I do so and actually realize that his cock is sliding well. - Do you think she'll get in my ass just with that? While saying this, I had already stood up and leaned forward, my hands on the coffee table. I had spread my thighs and I think Olivier had a good view of my ass. I was well arched because his proposal excited me, finally. It was then that he let out a little more gel from the tube and came to stick his finger on my washer. The first sensation was that of cold and made me moan. He took his time fingering me. First, he annoyed my hole u ...

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