I'm telling you about my first lollipop in a pissotière on a service area on the A7 motorway . Hetero, married, I've always watched girls and only had hetero sex. At the beginning of March, on my way back from Marseille, I stopped to empty my bladder to the tune of Cavaillon. I park and rush into the first pissotière that comes along. On entering, a strong smell of piss but too bad, too much desire. The urinal is condemned by a ribbon, remains the closed toilets. I come in and start pissing. There I hear noise in the toilet next door: heavy breathing and clap clap leaving no doubt that a guy was jerking off next door.Strangely, the smell of piss and these noises made me hot,I felt my penis swell and had trouble finishing pissing. I heard the next door open and there was a knock on my door. I don't know why but I opened and in front of me, 30 cms from me, a fairly stocky guy, staring into my eyes with his cock out, pointing at me . He came in, closed behind him, started to jerk off. I watched him and had a mad desire to help him. He took my hand and put it on his cock which was hot. I started jerking him off, awkwardly until he supported me on his shoulders so that I bent down. I resisted for a few seconds and finally got down on my knees. He stuck his cock against my mouth and I started sucking him. I was afraid of biting him or doing something wrong, but looking at his breathing, I understood that he loved. Quickly, he took my head ...

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