We go up to my room and position ourselves facing each other. Maxime starts to take the initiative again and he pulls down my shorts while kneeling. He fixes his gaze on mine, and with a tear in his eye, he tells me that it's his first time! I suspected it and bursts of soft light of empathy project from my eyes to his. I retort that he should act as he pleases and that he can only give me pleasure if that is what he wants. I stroke his hair in a way that reassures him as much as possible and he begins to smell my sex which is starting to feel cramped in my boxers. His mouth brushes against me with voluptuousness and his teeth grab the elastic of my boxers to lower them but he is not yet an experienced cabaret artist! I help him from behind and when my boxers are lowered enough, my tense penis is projected beyond the elastic and hits his chin. A complicity is being born between Maxime and me. Our eyes light up each other and Maxime gains confidence in himself: he engulfs my stake in his throat so deep, without me feeling his teeth, that I could believe that it is not his first time even if undoubtedly, it is. Indeed, he was presumptuous and he experiences a phenomenal nausea, to the point of being really on the verge of vomiting, a tear appears in each of his eyes. I lift him up with infinite tenderness in my gaze and I lick each of his tears. We resume a frenzied kiss and we throw ourselves on the bed. Our hands now roam the other's body with variations of rhythms and supports that do not correspond to any known choreography. Our mouths meet again, as if attracted like magnets. Maxime turns and takes my penis back in his mouth while he is above me, giving me access to his asshole, so fresh, s ...

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