It's February 2014. I'm 25, straight, and still a virgin. I discovered this site almost by chance, and I thought, "Perfect, finally a serious site where I'm finally going to become a man." But I quickly became disillusioned: there were far too few women on it. I still wanted to have an experience, to fill the void, so I made a date for the evening with a guy, in a well-known place between Pont-l'Abbé and Quimper. I arrived at the place and there, a car, a silhouette waiting... That's when I realized it was for me. So, we both went into a thicket not far from the meeting place, all without saying a word. Without wasting a moment, he pulled down his pants in front of me while putting his hand on my head, making me understand that I had to bend down. That's when I started to take him in my mouth, a little back and forth with my head while twisting my tongue around his glans to polish my partner well. I heard him gasp followed by a slight moan coming from him. "He seemed to really appreciate it, I said to myself." On my side, in terms of sensation, I just had something warm in my mouth and nothing more... Then he entered me... and there... nothing on my side: neither pain nor pleasure. The sensation of a simple glass of water, neither good nor bad. My partner made four or five back and forths at most, then he didn't move anymore, as if paralyzed. I ...

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