I had just spent the weekend with friends near Toulouse, and it was unfortunately time to hit the road again and head home. After a few kilometers on the highway, I decided to stop at a rest area by the Canal du Midi. I parked easily and, to my left, I noticed a man waiting in his car. I looked at him for a few seconds, but I have to admit: he wasn't really my type. So I decided to use the restroom. It was a bit crowded, and the place wasn't exactly what I'd hoped for. I stood in front of a urinal, letting my gaze wander, hoping a man would catch my eye. But no one came. A little disappointed, I went back to my car. I could leave, but something compelled me to stay a little longer. A hunch, perhaps… or simply the desire to see if this break held any surprises. Ten minutes passed when I heard a car approaching. A black Golf pulls up between the first man and my car. Behind the wheel is a dark-haired man with a perfectly trimmed black beard. I discreetly observe him, then our eyes meet. And then… something happens. I couldn't really explain it. His face, his gaze, the way he looks back at me… I immediately sense that he's not indifferent to me. I hold his gaze for a few seconds, then look away before looking back at him. He seems to be playing this silent game too. For a good five minutes, we observe each other from a distance. No words, no particular gestures, but an attraction that seems to grow as our eyes meet. Then he opens his door and gets out of his car. And there, surprise! Up close, he's even more handsome than I imagined. Tall, finely muscled, an elegant silhouette, and a presence that naturally draws the eye. He's wearing gray sweatpants and a beige HH brand t-shirt. Why do I remember that detail? Perhaps it's because, when you're truly attracted to a man, the smallest detail suddenly takes on importance. His outfit, his walk, the way he moves… Everything seems to be imprinted in your memory. I look at him, he looks at me. Our eyes seek each other, find each other again, and linger a little longer each time. There's something deliciously unsettling about this waiting, this hesitation where each seems to hope the other will make the first move. But two couples are seated at a table, not far from the entrance to the restrooms. Their presence holds us back. We each remain on our own side, like two strangers who haven't yet dared to give life to what their glances suggest. Then, finally, the couples get up and continue on their way.The moment seems right. I get out of my car and head towards the restroom. He's a few steps ahead of me. When I enter, he's already standing at a small urinal. I sit down next to him. Our eyes meet again, this time just inches apart. I sense his interest, his demeanor shifts slightly, and I realize this attraction isn't just in my head. The silence becomes almost electric. He lets me know he wants us to meet in one of the stalls. I follow him, my heart racing a little faster than usual. As soon as the door closes and locks, the outside world seems to vanish. There are no more cars, no more highway, no more miles ahead. There's only this man, me, and this attraction that has drawn us together without us exchanging a single word. I move closer to him. I take the time to really look at him. His face, his beard, his eyes… I find myself thinking once again how handsome he is. There's something fascinating about desiring a man you know absolutely nothing about. Then he moves closer. His lips find mine in an intense kiss, as if all the anticipation that had built up since our first glance is finally released. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away. His kiss is passionate, his presence reassuring, and his gestures full of confidence. We kiss for a long time, with no desire to end the moment. Our faces draw closer, our lips meet again, and each kiss seems to call for the next. I run my hands over him, gradually discovering his body, while he caresses me in turn. I'm surprised to feel so comfortable so quickly with a man whose name I don't even know. Yet, something passes between us. A physical connection, an immediate understanding, as if we had decided, for the duration of this interlude, to set aside all questions. When he unbuttons my jeans and slides them down, I feel my excitement grow even more. I discover his desire, my own, and this way we have of connecting without needing to speak. Then comes the question that always ends up being asked: "Top or bottom?" I answer him with a smile that I'm versatile. He pulls me closer and gently presses me against the tiled wall. The contact is cold, almost chilling, but this sensation contrasts with the warmth of the moment. I turn to face him, he kisses me again, and I immediately find that mouth I never tire of.I take my time discovering what he likes. When my fingers brush against his nipples, I notice his sensitivity. His expression changes, he reacts immediately, and I understand that I've found a particularly sensitive spot. I continue gently, amused and happy to see how much pleasure this simple gesture can give him. I love these little moments when you discover th ...

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