I was over forty. My business trips allowed me to satisfy my bisexuality either in rest areas, or in urinals, or in porn movie theaters or in saunas. When I write bisexuality, I should say my gay side, because in these places, with the exception of a few trans and couples in the sauna, I met exclusively men. I started with porn movies where mutual jerk-off was the most common practice. Side by side, pants open, each took care of the other's cock, sometimes his balls and rarely the hand went lower. Men, older than me, leaned over to swallow my cock, make it swell, spit, then swallow my juice, get up and look for another partner. I tried it later, got a taste and pleasure for it but only sucked one man per session. I finished myself off by masturbating. In saunas, I love caresses, kisses, nipple work but am more reserved when it comes to the anal area, whether it is mine or that of a partner. I remember rubbing my cock against the crack of several friends then encounters but without penetration. A man lying with me on a large communal mattress, one day tickled my ass with a finger without ever pushing it in. Of course I masturbated at the same time and I came under the effect of his caresses and mine. That evening in a sauna in Brest, I had gone from the jacuzzi to the corridors and other backgrounds. Lots of furtive caresses, lots of glans brushed, kisses exchanged, nipples kneaded. Time passed, the pleasure was going to come, it had to. By chance in a corridor, I came across a man my height, 1m80, dressed in a single towel around his waist, like me. With intent gazes, face to face, I grab his cock, squeeze it, he gets hard. He does the same to me, I get hard too. We kiss with tongue and get even harder. The guy t ...

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