Less than twenty minutes... I can't believe it. It's still early when I step out onto the street. I didn't notice the time passing. My anal canal is on fire. I have to admit that after this session, nothing is normal anymore. I can still feel the sensation of a penis dilating my opening, and the fluid dampening my thong reminds me of the powerful ejaculations that soaked my bottom. I arrived at the time requested by Mr. Gérard. At his request, I was wearing only a t-shirt and nothing under my shorts. After our meeting in the park that Wednesday and our torrid romp in the public restrooms, he had asked me, if I wished, to come to his place on Saturday afternoon. He had promised me I wouldn't regret it. And I must admit that the encounter had exceeded my expectations. For a first time, I hadn't been disappointed. What a thrill to find myself being caressed in this seedy place, to feel a tongue searching for mine, then to take in my mouth, one after the other, those two enormous cocks, to feel those fingers forcing their way into my intimacy. Reaching the entrance gate, I could still back away. What awaited me beyond it? The two-story bourgeois building stood before me, in a wooded park surrounded by impeccably manicured lawns. After a brief hesitation, I rang the bell. I didn't have to wait long before the gate opened a crack. I stepped into an alley of blooming rosebushes, their intoxicating fragrance filling the warm air. The front door was ajar, and I slipped inside. My footsteps echoed on the cement tile floor when a voice invited me into the first room on my right. I enter a living room where I join my host, settled on a magnificent five- or six-seater fabric sofa. Dressed in a simple, immaculate bathrobe, Mr. Gérard is sprawled on his back, his head resting on the armrest. Alcoholic drinks sit on the teak coffee table. "Sit down, kid, make yourself at home," the man in his sixties tells me. I settle into one of the corners of the sofa, which I find excessively comfortable and cozy. "Come closer, don't be afraid," he says . "Yes, don't be afraid, Gérard isn't going to eat you, well, not completely," a voice laughs behind me. I turn towards the bay window and I see another man, small and chubby, who enters the room, obviously coming out of the pool as he is soaked from head to toe. "I'm Robert," he introduces himself, slipping off his swim trunks and grabbing a towel to dry himself. Robert sits down next to me, keeping the towel around his waist. I shift slightly and sit down next to Gérard. I smell his intoxicating scent. He takes hold of my neck and, unfastening his bathrobe with his other hand, brings my face close to his still-soft penis. I realize I'm going to have to take care of two naughty boys at the same time. I'm a little apprehensive, but I find the situation particularly exciting. I kneel before my lover and part my lips. My tongue explores the glans that's presented to my mouth. I lick the shaft, move down to continue my caress on my host's balls, then take the beginnings-to-be-erect penis back into my mouth. As I diligently suck Mr. Gérard while caressing his chest, I notice Robert has moved behind me. He unfastens my shorts as best he can and lets them slide to the floor, then removes my t-shirt. I am now completely naked. Mr. Robert pushes my head do ...

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