This story takes place a few months before confinement, around September. I take a Lyon/Chambéry via a well-known carpooling site. There are three of us: the driver, Julien, 53 years old, returning home, and a young student named Pierre who stops 30 km from departure. The journey begins normally. We drop Pierre off, and continue our journey together. Quickly, Julien, very comfortable, begins to tell me that he is divorced and is having fun on dating sites. The conversation becomes more intimate when he reveals to me that he frequents gay sites. I remain silent, a little intimidated. Julien continues to talk about his experiences and ends up asking me: “And you, you’re bi, right?” Taken by surprise and probably all red, I nod. He laughed and said, “I figured so.” We then discuss our preferences. He is active, I passive, and the situation quickly becomes clear. We take a break in a small area. We pee side by side, and I notice his short but thick cock with a massive glans even when resting. He takes my hand and leads me into a closed toilet. After he finishes pissing, he asks me to blow him. I accept without hesitation. His cock swells quickly and fills my mouth, his thrusts becoming more and more insistent. The fellatio becomes intense, sloppy, until he cums in my mouth and my throat with an almost animal moan. It's a moment of pure ecstasy, his huge cock filling every corner of my mouth, and I savor every drop of his thick cum. We get back in the car and continue to Chambéry. There, he asked me to go up to his place. I accept, having time on my hands. Quickly, we find ourselves naked, pumping ourselves frantically in 69. Julien drifts ov ...

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