At the end of last summer, as part of a study on foreign seasonal workers, I obtained authorization to carry out my investigation in the Hérault, a relatively wine-growing department. I was therefore invited to join a farm where the harvest was about to begin. The owner of the place advised me, in order to be closer to the seasonal workers to work with them. I had already harvested when I was younger, and it didn't bother me.The day before D-Day, I was introduced to a team of twelve seasonal workers. There, I learned that they mainly came from central Europe.the next morning, waking up at 6 a.m. in order to be operational from 7 a.m. It was still a bit chilly, but I knew that by midday the heat would become unbearable.And so began this day, physically difficult but rather rich.Very quickly, armed with my spruce or pruning shears, it's off to pick these magnificent bunches of grapes. Me on one side of the row, a man on the other. We start to talk a little, but he was quickly blocked by our language which he mastered very badly. This being the case, a nice boy, about forty years old, very dark thick hair and rather hefty. Our eyes meet from time to time, his grey-green eyes are superb and he smiles at me from time to time.After 2 hours, he makes me understand that he is taking a break to relieve himself. he comes back buttoning the fly he has, I admit I didn't pay attention to it before, rather well inflated. Mmmmhhhh, it gives me a few desires, but above all I have to remain discreet, my investigation would take a funny turn.Mid-morning, the heat begins to be felt, and here I am surrounded by guys who take off their jerseys and find themselves shirtless. What a nice sight to see his robust torsos, hairless for some, covered with a fleece for others. My teammate is all hairy, especially on the torso. A line of hair runs down her belly to disappear into her boxers. This boxer that cheerfully protrudes from his pants, and I admit that from time to time, I do not hesitate to look at it especially when it is lowered to cut the lower clusters. I even see the top of her parting covered in very black hairs.Lunch break, and I resume my activity by going to see other seasonal workers in order to talk with them.It turns out, and it's no secret, that these men leave their wives and children for the entire picking season, from cherries to apples at the end of September. End of the day. we're exhausted, my back is in compote.My partner in the morning approaches me and designates me, with a look, the showers. Of course, I agree, I go to my room, away from the dormitories to collect shower gel and towel.Arrived at the showers, I realize that it is a common shower. Wow, I wasn't expecting that at all. Finding myself naked with other guys.... why not, but as long as my sex behaves well....So I undress, and find myself in the middle of her naked boys. The hot water runs over us, and does us terrible good. The water streams over the well-built bodies, the foam slides over the hips, along the buttocks. My teammate is close to me and is vigorously soaping up. I see his penis in semi-soft mode and that doesn't seem to bother him at all. There are even some zizis more daring than others, who recover quietly. Two men with rather vigorous erections have a good laugh at their condition. In fact, it seems completely normal. Some are ...

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