It had been a long time since the desire to meet a man tickled me and I regularly browsed the advertisements in order to flush out the words that could put me in confidence. A first time is always a kind of leap into the void, are we going to like it and ask for more or not? Quickly I send a few contact emails and a man answers me, incomplete but very excited at the idea of ​​a nocturnal meeting. My heart starts to beat faster and it doesn't leave me all day, a feeling that I hadn't felt for years... The evening arrives and the excitement is at its height, I find it hard not to thinking about what's going to happen and I just have to jerk off so as not to lose any of my sexual urges. The appointment is given in a commercial area at midnight, a place I know well and it stimulates me even more, he is eager to take me in the mouth and sends me pictures of his sex. He is particularly well hung, more than me and oddly, it does something to me. The curiosity is there, but is it a bad thing?After a shower, I take off and arrive there early, the parking lot is dark and deserted and I feel like I'm going to explode, I'm so tense, the wait is long and I'm almost afraid; the idea of ​​leaving is stronger but finally, I see a car approaching and park next to me, full headlight. I go out with my tail stiff as a post; he rolls down his window and invites me in, his deep fifty-year-old voice is reassuring, I sit next to him. He starts to talk but I'm not there for that and I lower my jeans, the rod stretch ...

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