I was still a young teenager and I lived in Paris at the time when I was born. You must have already read in my previous (real) stories that I have been gay since very young and I have always liked men. Also I bit the apple very early lol.…In short, a little story that comes back to me it was a beautiful day at the end of summer it seems to me, I was in the Gare de l'Est which was close to my father and me. At the time, I “haunted” the toilets at the station which were a place of cruising (old generation toilets). I didn't go there to pee but to flirt and it worked well. I got out of the station at some point and started to hurry back. In a hurry, I hit a man who was carrying two shopping bags. Of course it all went to the floor and while probably mumbling apologies I helped the man pick up his groceries. He spoke to me quite curtly but I didn't understand much, he had an accent and seemed a little angry with me.To deflate his anger I offer to help him bring his groceries home. He accepted and I found myself with two bags almost heavier than me, who was a very thin young white beak lol.In fact he lived a street behind mine, we entered a small dark hall and after climbing old and endless stairs and especially not clean, we arrived under the slope. His door open he makes me come in and I can finally put my two bags down. I was surely HS because he offered me to sit on an armchair to take a breather. I was hot and he offered me a drink of tea. I never drank tea but I accepted. From the decorations in the small apartment, I understood that this gentleman was North African or Turkish. In fact for the record he was Turkish, that explains the accent not very easy to understand. He came back from the kitchen with a tray two glasses with tea, and especially what surprised me at the time despite my advanced and unbridled sexuality in underpants. I don't know if I blushed or not but it was quite possible by surprise. I hear him say (imagine with accent) it's hot, you have to get comfortable. He must have seen that I was surprised and also told me don't be afraid or something like that.I wasn't afraid and remember being in awe of the guy, not very big, stocky enough in the stomach and a big pack in the kangaroo briefs, but really a big pack, I assure you, I always remember it. The white slip is something especially if it is fully filled. I started drinking the tea which was boiling hot even burning my lips a little. We chatted about this and that and I certainly had to apologize for the spilling of his errands. Still, he sat against me on the chair, I felt his skin against my skin (I was in shorts). My young pig libido had been waking up for quite a while. I saw that the slip could no longer easily contain his penis. My gaze and the fact that he puts his hand on my thighs and that no negative reaction came from me actually going up the marquee. As I'm a little vicious I played the role of little virgin and not used to a man. He was even more excited and made me rest the tea still hot barely started. He laid me down on the chair a little force and he took off my clothes one by one. I feigned symbolic resistance.Once naked, he caressed me and I could see his thick, well-veined and, above all, straight penis. He got on top of me and kissed me, telling me to let it go (I understood that). I of course responded to his mouth and his tongue in a greedy way like him. His hands kneaded all parts of my body, lingering on my nipples. He then put his penis in my mouth and I admit that I had trouble getting it in because it was thick and small in the mouth, it's ...

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