A simple word to thank you for the reception given to my first story, I dare to hope that you will like the following ones just as much. A few months passed since my first homosexual emotion with Gérard, and I must admit that with my time-consuming higher education studies, I hardly had time to set the table again, or even to go to my parents' house for a weekend and then go to see. The desire was always present. But more than that, it was the natural side of our first contact that fascinated me, the fact that I so naturally accepted that a man made me lick his boxers stained with his fluids, that I accepted that he insult, let him defile my face and my mouth with his piss and his cum. I liked it, and it seemed natural for me, even though I had never been in a relationship with a man before. I knew the opportunity would present itself. Then came All Saints’ Day and its famous week of vacation. I had of course bought my train tickets to go see my parents and my mother on the phone was delighted to know I was coming back! If you knew mom, if you knew what your son really had in mind, you wouldn't be so cheerful. I still waited until I had arrived and settled in my room to contact Gérard. The latter then dashed all my hopes, in fact, he had family at home and could not receive me. I almost wanted to cry! I had been dying to find his stinky cock for months and it was going to slip away from under my nose, that was out of the question! "You... don't you have another place where we could see each other? - Well, little guy, do you really want to see me again? - That's not it! I just don't know when am I going to come back so it would be a shame to miss this opportunity - Eh, you know there's no shame in being addicted to cock eh you know I told you, we see it in yours. look. - Stop making fun of me. We could go to the stadium, you have the keys, right? - The stadium is risky? if he catches me fucking a barely 18 year old in the locker room at his stadium? - Can we do that in the evening? - Possible yes - So it's yes? on two conditions. - Which ones? - First, you let me do what I want, I assure you, no danger, little guy, but I want carte blanche.. - And then, I want. that you tell me that you are dying to see me again. - Yes, Gérard.. - Yes, what? - Yes I want to see you again,and I miss your cock a lot...- Not bad. See you this evening, 8 p.m. at the stadium. Be on time and turn off your headlights when you get there, the gate will be open so be discreet." While waiting for the day to end, I wondered what he meant by "carte blanche" even though I I doubted it a little, he was going to want to take my anal virginity, and I admit that it stressed me out a lot. Indeed, I was afraid of being in pain, of not being prepared, of being dirty, and other concerns. I tried to reassure myself by telling myself that he knew how to do it but I was still worried. The evening came and I used the excuse of a game of play at my friends' house to slip away from my parents' house. stadium wasn't that long for once, and I quickly arrived in front of the gate with the lights off. I opened it and left my car to go towards the locker room, where he was certainly waiting for me. foot was very brief but I was assailed with questions. Was I really going to give my virginity to such an old man? I barely had time to think before I was in front of the door to the men's locker room, pushing the door to enter. His scent hit me suddenly, and all my memories came flooding back into my mind. Gérard was there, dressed in a simple football jersey, and briefs this time but still in lycra. He welcomed me by giving me a long hug and pressing me against him, I returned the passion of his kisses by strengthening my embrace. It was great, I was like crazy. I touched his package during this time to see that his cock had lost none of its vigor, I was so happy to see him again. Naturally, and like the first time, I got on my knees to instantly sniff his package, but this time it was nothing of the sort. What ? He didn't want me to sniff? "No, little guy, I've got a surprise for you later, but right now I want you to blow me like a slut. It's been 3 months since I emptied myself into your angel's face, so it's We'll have to make up for lost time. - Do you want me to empty your bladder first? - You're cute, wash my cock first and then I'll take care of you." His cock was a delight. Gérard had big, hairy balls that I loved putting in my mouth. He also had a tail of about 17 centimeters, but above all, he had an exquisite taste and smell. I loved washing his cock, his perverted cock who likes to fuck young guys as he puts it so well. I passed my tongue over the base of his cock, before going up to circle his glans and try to swallow it entirely without choking. Sometimes I watched him while I had my mouth filled with his cock and I loved seeing him moan, insult me, look back at me.Suddenly, Gérard removed his cock from my mouth and asked me to get up. What I didn't specify was that in the center of the locker room, there was a massage table. And Gérard ordered me to get on all fours on it while throwing my butt backwards. I thought it was my time, but actually not at all. Suddenly, I felt his tongue lapping at my anus, I moan ...

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