I met him about thirty years ago. A Friday evening in a Lyon square, near the labor market. There was a urinator. When we first met he had gulped on my cock, my cock going deep into his mouth. He had a mouthwatering cock too. We also really kissed.From that moment I kept seeing him over and over again. a guy not very tall, hairless, very masculine ... and extremely greedy, but married. And then, by chance, I ran into him again, he took good care of me once again, then another time and so on. Often Friday evening, or rather, Saturday morning around 2 or 3 in the morning, always in the same place. He sucked me ardently at the bottom of the pissotiere. We didn't talk too much, I knew his first name, he mine, and that's all. Another time, I lured him to my house and finally that day, in a bed, he offered himself to me. I jumped it like never before, I was like crazy. He took my cock in his ass and wiggled sitting on my member. A guy, really a guy and a sexuality without taboos. He liked to be dominated gently. We then exchanged our contact details, I kept my distance, not trying to solicit him because of his marital situation. We saw each other from time to time when he wanted to and was available. As soon as he asked me, I made sure to make myself available. We didn't have much to say to each other but the stake ... it was perfect.A few years later when I had no more news, I ran into him by chance in Lyon. He had lost my contact details, I gave it back to him. From that moment on we met regularly, even for a while every month, at the hotel when it was available. I loved him taking my cock up to the hilt in h ...

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