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Bonjour je suis Wilson, et l’histoire que je vais vous raconter est une histoire totalement vraie.IL y a une dizaine d’années j’ai eu un plan régulier avec un garçon nommé P, grand, svelte, le corps plutôt bien taillé d’un adepte de la salle de sport, châtain clair, de très beaux yeux bleus et qui devait avoir 3 ou 4 ans de plus que moi. Nous nous étions rencontrés sur un site et on avait bien accroché.Son fantasme était le suivant: après lui avoir ouvert la porte de l’immeuble see the rest

A story that happened to me before the covid. Like every Monday, I spent the evening at the pool. That of Pech David, on the heights of Toulouse, closes at 9 p.m. that evening. It's around 8:50 p.m. when I leave the locker room after watching some handsome naked males in the locker room. I leave the building and go down the alley which joins the road and serves as a parking lot. At this time there are no more buses on this line, but going down a pedestrian path that cuts into the hillside, I will see the rest

Hello I am Wilson, I am 40 years old and the story I am going to tell you is a totally true story.Near my house there is a large public garden which looks more like a wild field with a pond and a largely wooded hill, with lots of paths that meander between the trees. In the evening, in afterwork, the executives of the big companies around come here to relieve their hard day before returning to kiss bobonne and the children… in short, direct sex, without blah, as I like.That evening I therefore see the rest

His balls beat time and he works me well for a period of time that I estimate, without certainty, about ten minutes, before retiring. A void sweeps over me as he kneels beside me. "Turn around!" Relieved that he has not finished kissing me, I turn around on the mattress, stand on all fours and offer him my rump. Kneeling behind me, he grabbed my back and buggered me again without further ado. The file resumes, faster and stronger, I can no longer contain my moans despite his incessant reminders to see the rest

This story is true, it happened to me in the summer of 2019. It was hot that night, a wet night where I couldn't sleep, I swam around and back in my bed without being able to fall asleep and this itching in my lower abdomen, this desire which increases and which creeps into the small of my back and turns to obsession…. But it is late. There are no more buses or metro and I don't want to go flirting on foot. All the places I know are far away.However, I decide to get up and go out for a walk in see the rest

Hello, my name is Wilson and I am going to tell you about the first time I sucked a guy. Although I had long been attracted to boys, I had always forbidden myself to live this desire. In the small town in the southwest where I grew up, you could be a lot of things as long as you were a real guy, but you couldn't be PD. However, I fantasized about some of my comrades whom I observed on the sly, in the shower after the sport, and I managed to always be the last to leave the locker room, because once see the rest

One Thursday evening, a few years ago, I had the urge, so I went to the abandoned wood pigeon factory. Not having a car, I take an evening bus which lands me at the nearby stop on the Stadium bridge and I walk back to the factory. There are about twenty cars, which reassures me, less risk of having a bad meeting if there are many of us. So I join the building and enter. In the dark I can make out a few silhouettes that turn, brush against each other, move away towards a new silhouette or on the contrary see the rest