Lollipop boulevard and then more... It was a long time ago, long before the condoms, in a shopping center in the Parisian suburbs. We passed the fishmonger's and headed for more luxurious buildings than the others, with more trees. Some didn't notice it, but there was a public toilet on the right.They were indeed hidden. He had never been there; The door was discreet. By dint of passing in front of it, he had noticed people leaving and entering. Mostly men. Until the day when the urge took him: to urinate. He could certainly have waited until he arrived home, in this new apartment he had been living alone now for a month. He was twenty-three years old and was embarking on independence, leaving Mom and Dad. He did not: he entered; the door creaked a little. Inside, it looked like a corridor: three urinals and two stalls. There was nobody. He glanced into the cabins and noticed a fairly large hole in one of the partitions: he would learn later that they were called "glory holes"; some graffiti too, phalluses, but also telephone numbers... He went to the urinals and relieved himself there. Like many men, while he was urinating, he was staring ahead of him. In this case, it was the wall. The wall was decorated with many inscriptions! First of all a very pretty penis, embellished with substantial testicles; the well scalped glans and the meatus figuratively traced. An artist had been there; He finished his urination, duly shook the contraption; he was surprised to find it swollen. He put it back, along his hip, on the right: he couldn't have folded it between his thighs, as he often did. The machine was quite large and, erect, bordered on the eighteen centimeters.On this Monday, he chased these ideas from his head, he was on vacation for the week. However, something was wrong. He took the elevator to the twelfth floor. He entered his one-bedroom duplex, went down the stairs and planted himself in the living room, looking away at the suburbs and its colorful buildings. He couldn't take it anymore! He took out his penis and began to stroke it...slowly at first. The machine stood up immediately and began to launch alerts! It was unbelievable, such a level of excitement! But if ! and the jets of sperm gushed high before landing on the carpet! He hurried to get a sponge in the kitchen to clean up, still covered with waves of pleasure! Four spasms! And powerful! He was still shaking. Days follow days; Wednesday was approaching! He had gone back to the bathroom and the graffiti had not gone away. He would have slapped himself for checking! What did he care? On Thursday, he realized that he could very well imagine sucking off the writer... He only had the experience of his college friends; very innocent experiences, handjobs of relief... Sometimes they would go to the bathroom and cum between each other's thighs; to get caught in the mouth, but without movement, very innocently: they weren't fags, what the hell, they didn't want cum in their mouths! He was no longer so sure of either assertion. He now saw how he would approach the object... With little licks... Provided it was big enough! He had taken out his cock and was masturbating it gently, releasing his foreskin widely and closing it on the glans, clenching his fist. Long before he imagined engulfing the machine, the carpet took another treat!And it was Thursday! What was he going to do? To arrive early ? How could he be sure if it was him? Adieu va... But besides, now that he had relieved himself, that his cock was disbanding, he wondered if he would go... He wasn't a fag!In the evening, a couple of friends came to dinner... He found himself staring at the guy's fly and said to himself that he wasn't so sure... 'they got on... He was one of those he had fun with, youngster... It was well forgotten: his girlfriend was great. His was gone, and a cat no longer tempted him. While a tail... He found himself thinking that he had never been penetrated and thought that it must be delicious, once well lubricated. He remembered the pleasures between the thighs. He managed to calm down and went to sleep after his friends left... He knew he would go! Sperm in the mouth... He would finally try!The next morning went off without a hitch... How good it is when you've decided! But who would he find? Who could seek pleasure in public toilets? Just an adventure... A... blow. He didn't suddenly feel like a man, and yet... Pleasure without consequences... At noon he went to have a drink: a little alcohol would do him the greatest good, he told himself, it would remove barriers, inhibitions, as they say in the big world!12:55 p.m., he had drunk two pints; not too used to it: he felt very light and relaxed. Not everywhere! it tickled him firmly between the thighs. He imagined taking the glans in his mouth, and it stood up... It was soon, very soon. He pushed open the bathroom door as one o'clock struck.There was someone at one of the urinals, a man of average height and the same age as him. He felt frozen... What to do? He had stopped in the corridor and was staring at him... The other returned his gaze, then he turned a little towards him and he was able to appreciate the object of his desires. She was beautiful, about six inches tall, she had a firm hard-on and wasn't circumcised, he was gently jerking her off. He nodded to him to come closer. He obeys, already extending his hand. He touched her, she was very soft. He caressed the testicles and squeezed them, which made the shaft even more erect. He felt like he was doing things he obviously knew how to do! He palpated the testicles he was wrapping with his hand, then he went up on the shaft and shook gently with the foreskin. The other drew her towards him; he freed himself and contented himself with kneeling: "I'm here to learn how to suck." he whispered. The other did not hold him back. He looked at him, on his knees now, and ran his hand through his hair. As if in prayer, he saw the rod stretched out before him; the glans clearly cleared, he saw the brake. He held the shaft in his hands. He darted his tongue and tickled the brake with devilish precision. He wouldn't have believed himself if... The other moaned and murmured: "adorable bitch! oh, excuse me!". The word did not have the meaning of an insult for him, but only u ...

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