Late September 2025.     My previous stories, however real they may be, are mostly fleeting memories recounted haphazardly in anachronistic order. This one, as well as those recently published on the site, are, on the contrary, quite clear in my mind as I write these lines...    For some time, I'd been chatting with a guy on a rival site who warned people to be careful around gay men. Christophe and I were talking, getting heated by exchanging lewd remarks and risqué photos across our screens.    The next day, in the early afternoon, I drove to his house. Fifteen minutes later, I parked in front of a cemetery a hundred meters from his home so as not to attract attention. It's a bit creepy, but it was his idea to remain discreet. Nice house, large garden, Christophe was waiting for me in front of his house accompanied by his two dogs, one small and one large, who were barking to welcome me. The owner made a point of letting me in, leaving the two dogs outside. Inside, framed photos of his wife and children adorned the walls. The perfect picture of a respectable family. Except that the gentleman was browsing gay websites looking for company, and I must say, I was incredibly aroused by the idea of ​​playing the slutty mistress in this modern-day farce.   Passing the kitchen, he offered me something to drink. I politely declined. He pointed out the bedroom: at the back on the right. Of course, I got lost and turned left toward the bathroom! He must think I'm a complete idiot now. I chalked it up to the excitement of the moment to justify my clumsiness.     The bedroom had been meticulously prepared for a naughty afternoon: an immaculate bed protected by a silky duvet, the blinds drawn, the lights dimmed. Without hesitation, Christophe approached me and kissed me passionately. Our hands slipped beneath our clothes, caressing our bodies burning with desire. Christophe's is soft, round, and plump. He caresses my buttocks while I slip my hand under the elastic of his boxers to assess the merchandise. My fingers fall upon a small, already erect penis, which, while not massive, seems receptive to my touch.  "Mmm! That's good. You seem to like it.  Oh yes, keep going! And kiss me again. You kiss so well! Do you like my mouth for blowjobs? Oh yes, but I thought it would be bigger. Oh yes? Really? In the photo you sent me  , it was more impressive.  Like a Botoxed mouth? Yes, that's it.  No, it's completely natural."I prefer it this way.  I was a little surprised by his remark. I thought straight guys were into big, helium-filled lips! Once we were both naked, we lay side by side on the bed, continuing to kiss and caress each other. Then I positioned myself to taste his cute little penis. My lips, which apparently weren't so big after all, engulfed his tiny little thing, just a few centimeters long. I felt like I was sucking a pre-teen's cock. Christophe inhaled the fumes from a bottle of poppers and let himself be carried away by the effect of my fellatio.  "Oh yes, you suck well!"    I guessed that his wife (if she even indulged in this kind of pleasure) must be much less skilled than me. Christophe took a tube of lubricant that he had previously placed on the bedside table and spread a dab of gel around my anus to prepare me for what was to come. His fingers slipped inside me one after the other, trying to open me up, even though I seriously doubted it was really necessary given the small size of his penis.  "You're a bottom, right?" "Yes, that's right." "  I'd love to sodomize you, but I can't always manage it.  " "Go ahead and try, if you want."    Kneeling on the bed, my ass in the air, I spread my cheeks to make it easier for him. He brought his little noodle against my hole, and on the second try, he was inside me. I, who had already taken monstrous cocks, barely felt him. Despite this, the situation excited me greatly, and I began to fake my pleasure, letting out increasingly loud moans. I felt like a sly female, feigning pleasure to feed the pride of her man, who was giving himself completely. "Oh yes, that's good, keep going! I won't be able to hold on much longer. Do as you please. My ass is yours, cum inside me if you want!"    After a few seconds, he came. The ride hadn't lasted more than three minutes... "Sorry, I wish it had lasted longer.  It's nothing, don't worry, it was very good. Really? Yes, I assure you. I had a lot of pleasure.  But you didn't come. That's okay, it's usually like that. Not today."    Christophe buried his head between my thighs and started sucking ...

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