I have always had a passion for woodworking. When I was very young, I loved cutting bark and twigs to make small objects. Luckily, a few hundred meters from my mother's house, there was a mill belonging to two brothers, Michel and Henri. We knew them very well. Also, from the age of twelve, I used to spend my free time with them. They taught me how to handle tools and introduced me to working on machines.While working, we discussed of course and, for me whose father had left the house for a long time and worried rather little about our fate, this male company filled an undeniable lack.When I was a young man, around 15/16 years old, conversations naturally became more free and daring. To put it simply, we had got into the habit of talking ass between guys and as younger people, they had largely taken advantage of their power of seduction with the fairer sex, they had lots of anecdotes to tell me which contributed to making my education. One day, one of the two, Michel, launched in the course of a conversation: “When it was the fashion for tight trousers, Henri had one hell of an advantage. With the cock he has, it made him one of those packages that drove all the chicks crazy! and he burst out laughing. This little sentence, without any ulterior motive I think, disturbed me inexplicably and remained curiously engraved in my memory. In the evening, in the solitude of my room, I heard it again and imagining Henri's swollen fly caused an intense erection in me. For me, who had always been interested only in girls, this circumstance was disturbing but I could not repress a mad urge to masturbate to release the excitement that tormented me. The next time, when I was alone with Henri, I couldn't help but take a closer look at the carpenter's crotch. Apart from a small bulge, his blue overalls, quite wide, did not suggest the oversize of his organ. But when the time was right, I slipped: - Michel gave me to understand that you were particularly well hung? ... - He said that?- Yes, just like that. It seems that you panicked the girls.Henri burst out laughing but mechanically he passed his hand over his package. - Holy Michael! We both rode just as well, except that I have more exhibitionist tendencies than him and I've always enjoyed showing off my toy.And without another word, he opened the zip of his outfit and work and I could see that the jeans he was wearing underneath were indeed full. Additionally, a bleached area marked chafing wear on the right side of the button fly. - Here, he said, what panicked the girls… and some guys too, I must say.And he closed the zip of his blue jumpsuit.From that day on, I had only one idea in mind: to be able to see this mysterious object which in turn was driving me crazy. The opportunity presented itself, without premeditation, one day when I arrived at the studio a little earlier than usual. The machine room was deserted and before getting to my DIY, I decided to satisfy a natural need. So I headed to the toilet. The door was ajar and I saw that Henri was already occupying the premises. And there, in profile, I could finally admire his sex from which a powerful jet of very yellow urine escaped. I remained petrified, admiring ... When the golden liquid had finished flowing, he shook his prick and massaged it to make the last drops flow, but the massage continued much longer than necessary and the fifty-year-old uttered two or three stifled moans. His cock was now very hard and I never imagined that such a machine could exist. It must be said that I had only ever seen mine at the time. My sixteen-year-old cock was tense too, but the cat that entered the studio pulled me out of my contemplation and I crept away. A few moments later, Henri joined me in the center of the studio.- Hello Son. You're okay ?- Hi Henry. Yes and you ?- How are you. As long as we have a hard-on! Well, by the way, did you like it?The question had caught me cold. Was he talking about what I had just seen? I pretended to be innocent.- Uh… what?- You know, man. No worries, and even if you want to see her again, that's okay, on one condition… that you show me yours too. Give and take.I didn't answer, contenting myself with an embarrassed smile and I walked towards my workbench. But, I was unable to do any work properly. I had to take my measurements several times, I couldn't fix my pieces, a real massacre. I felt Henri's gaze, almost always fixed on me, and I was all the more disturbed. At one point, he approached me to offer me his help and while tinkering with me, he let go with a smile: - To see you, I never would have suspected that you liked the cock.- But… no… it's not what you think…- It's okay, don't worry, it stays between us. And if I made you this proposal just now, it's because I would really like to see yours, you know. You've gotten pretty cute and if you wanted to do anything other than saw wood...I was paralyzed. He took the opportunity to come and stand behind me. He wasn't really leaning and I barely felt his chest against my back. On the other hand, I felt his manhood perfectly against my buttocks. He put his hand on my hip, lowered it and then slid it over my fly. His gesture was soft, sensual, as when stroking a freshly planed board. And he could only se ...

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