Married for many years, and despite a sexual relationship that I would describe as normal, I've always been aware that sex between men held a certain fascination for me. It's an idea I've tried to push away, as it goes against the morals I was raised with. One thing is certain: I'm very sensitive anally, and this aspect has always been a bit of an obsession. I don't hesitate to pleasure myself through that orifice whenever I can, but the thought of being with a man has always terrified me. I'm fifty-two years old now, and what happened to me the summer I turned forty-three changed my sex life. Everything that follows is true and leaves me with a memory still tinged with the tension and excitement I felt. That summer, like so many others, we had rented a place by the ocean, on the Atlantic coast in Charente-Maritime. The beaches there are lined with dunes where you can leisurely feast your eyes. One day, when my wife and children had decided to do some shopping in town, I took the opportunity to go to the beach alone, but more specifically to the dunes to ogle some naked woman or catch some couple in the act. I knew the area was also a gay cruising spot, and watching two men together didn't bother me at all. My steps led me that day to a couple in their thirties who had wandered away from the beach to indulge in some pleasure. After thoroughly preparing her man with her mouth, the woman got down on all fours, and he had no trouble finding a very wet passage. She was well-built, with pretty, firm, perky breasts and round buttocks, and he sported a very respectable penis, which seemed to satisfy her quite well, judging by her moans. The quickening of his rhythm and his breathing told me exactly when he ejaculated inside her with powerful thrusts. I'd already jerked off while watching them, but I hadn't come yet, so I decided to keep ogling. Far from the beach, around a bend in the road, I surprised two guys caressing each other. No more than thirty years old, one a slim, blond guy practically hairless, and the other, of Mediterranean type, square-jawed and quite hairy. They were making out while caressing each other's bodies; they were both in swimsuits. The brunette was nibbling at his partner's nipples, who was letting out little giggles of satisfaction. My excitement was at its peak; I had to get closer to see them better without being seen. Now their swimsuits were falling, revealing, for the blond, a long, rather thin penis with a nice, exposed glans, already proudly erect. The brunette's penis was a monument, thick and well-sized, with a large, purplish glans and two big, hairy balls.The blond man quickly took hold of it, caressing it, and soon warmed it in his mouth. All of this was extraordinary to me; I remained very excited by what I was seeing, and consequently, I was a little less discreet than I should have been. One of them noticed me and gestured for me to move along and leave them alone, which I promptly did. But I couldn't leave it at that; those who have ever played the voyeur know this well: you always want to see more. Nevertheless, I approached discreetly again, and I could see a brown hand stray onto the blond buttocks and a probing finger insinuate itself between them. It was at that moment that a twig snapped under my foot, alerting them to my presence. Further signs of irritation made me understand that I should move away and leave them to their frolicking. That's what I did, but only for a short time, as the urge to sneak back and watch them was too strong. So I approached again after pretending to move away, and all I found was the blond guy, alone and lying naked on the sand. I sat up a little to get a better look, when a feeling of presence made me turn around, and I found myself face to face with the naked brunette, me in swim trunks. "So, you want to get an eyeful. Well, you're going to get what you want," he said. A head taller than me, he shoved me roughly in front of his friend, who then stood up. "Hey, there's our annoying voyeur. I think since he wants to see, you can show him up close what he's trying to see from afar. " The blond was standing in front of me, sporting a firmly erect penis. The brunette pressed down on my shoulders to force me to my knees, but I resisted. So he used more force, compelling me to bend my knees and fall to face his friend's erection. I was lost, completely out of control. I had wanted to play, but I was no longer in charge. The penis moved closer to my face: "Now you can see better, look at it closely, it's just waiting for your mouth," the brunette said. I replied that was out of the question and that I wanted to leave; I would leave them alone. But a firmer hand pushed my head toward the erect member. The pink glans was against my lips, its strong scent wafting toward my nostrils. I was kneeling in the sand, held firmly from behind, a cock erect in front of my lips.Both resigned and tempted, I opened my mouth slightly, and the blond took advantage of this to exert more pressure, forcing his glans into my mouth, then the rest of his penis. The sensation of his warm penis in my mouth, both soft and firm, excited me more and more, and my cock felt increasingly constricted in my shorts. The movements he made with his body caused his penis to gently slide in and out of my mouth along its entire length. For a first homosexual experience, I was certainly getting my fill, and I found the situation incredibly exciting. " She likes it, the slut," the brunette said, laughing. "If he wants it, he'll get it, look, it's even turning him on," he said, pulling down my shorts, which freed my penis. While modest compared to theirs, its firmness showed that the situation was far from unmoving me. And the brunette's hand began to stroke me, while the blond one still filled my mouth, showing signs of pleasure as he moved his cock in and out of my throat, sometimes making me gag when he pushed it in too far. The brunette would occasionally slap my buttocks, then resume stroking my cock. At this rate, I wasn't going to last much longer… I was there, kneeling in the sand with a beautiful cock in my mouth, which I was trying my best to suck despite my inexperience. I could feel it sliding and throbbing in my mouth while the other man behind me continued to stroke me with his hand and sometimes indulged in more forceful caresses of my buttocks, even a few slaps, and occasionally even ventured a finger between them. I no longer knew where I was, what I was doing; I had crossed the line of what was reasonable for a married man, but the desire was there, and I felt that what I had dreamed of so many times was finally coming true. Why back down? Nature had made me this way; I had to accept it. I was there, vulnerable, but not about to leave. That's when the dark-haired man walked away from me. What was he doing? I saw him rummage in a beach bag and pull out a condom. Why, in addition to this first blowjob, wasn't he going to take care of me more thoroughly? But I had to face the facts, and I quickly understood what was going through his mind (or elsewhere) when the sound of the wrapper being torn open confirmed that he fully intended to use it. He then put the condom on his fully erect penis and looked at me mockingly, proudly displaying his fully equipped member. For my first time, it was likely to be a complete di ...

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