A little, a lot, wanker at the time (20 years), I was forced to spend two weeks alone on the Atlantic coast in May in order to revise my baccalaureate in a residence belonging to my uncle.I knew the place mainly frequented by grandpas, grandmas: Belgian, Dutch, German. It suited my uncle because there was work going on and I had to keep him informed.No more friends, no more going out, I had to study! Well, here I am in an overloaded train; backpack and bags for this destination which did not delight me but good. On arrival around 7 pm, surprise a huge scaffolding and the terrace covered with plastic full of gravel and no view of the sea. The complete. I sit down, the only distraction being the TV.I had bought a few gay porn magazines at the station, enough to get some good jerks off. I fell asleep on the furry sofa bed after sipping a few beers. I was woken up around 7 am by the noise of an infernal machine that would throw everything away. Fifteen day like that not possible. Direct bathroom, shower, I put on no more shorts and good resolution I get to work.Around 9 o'clock, I see a guy in his forties in a white jumpsuit on my terrace cleaning up. A greeting, he looks at me and beckons me to open the door for him. A smiling hello with an accent, apologizing because he didn't know the apartment was occupied. I tell him "no problem, it's my uncle's apartment". I invite him, if he needs water or something, to let me know. I offer him a coffee which he accepts. He comes in, takes off his shoes, I go to the kitchen area to prepare two cups of coffee, I turn around and I see him leafing through one of my pornos. Wow shame! He looks at me with a small, interested smile. He opens his jumpsuit a little more so that I can see his chest, tanned, hairy and muscular. I was scarlet red, mute. He drinks his coffee, puts his cup down, goes back to closing it, I accompany him to the door to the terrace, with one hand, he readjusts his cock in his jumpsuit and gives me a little slap on my buttocks and says to me "to later »Wow what does that mean? I was completely stirred and I resumed all lost my revisions. Nothing to fit! I had this guy working, looking at me and a hard cudgel. Every now and then, other guys would come and help him take down bags and out of the corner of my eye I saw smiles and complicity.At 11:30, he knocks on the window. I open and he says to me "we share our meal if that tells you!" ". I answer with a YES without hesitation. This YES came out of my mouth, I don't know how "I'm coming back" 5 minutes later, he's back with his cooler, dressed in slightly tight shorts and a well-anchored jacket. I never thought that a guy of this age could have such an effect on me. I told him that if he wanted to take a shower to cool off, the bathroom was at his disposal. He replied "it's nice especially if you come with me". Things were said.We go to the bathroom, he takes off his Marcel, his shorts. I look at him in wonder. A dream body of around 178-75 kg, very muscular rather lean, hairy just as I like it and a semi erection of a fair sex. "You do not take off your shorts, your penis will hurt you boy." I withdraw it a little embarrassed (although I am not shy at all) but I have a hard time. We go into the shower together. He begins by massaging me on the back, I do the same, I soap him and I feel that I will leave when he touches my thighs. No, ...

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