I chose to reveal a few episodes of my hidden life, because it is easier to do it behind your computer rather than in public. Certainly, I could have written imaginary stories sprinkled with totally obscene little scenes straight out of my most perverse fantasies. But my secret life as a gay man is so rich in unspeakable memories that there is no point in launching into completely invented stories. My random sexual encounters in my life are, for some, much more immodest. A few hundred meters from my home my childhood friend lives, we are both married, I am the godfather of his son and he the godfather of one of my daughters, moreover for more than twenty years we have worked in the same company. We regularly invite each other to eat and our wives are the best friends in the world. Beyond this sincere friendship, a little secret has linked us for 40 years, well before our respective marriages. One evening of drinking when we were very drunk, leaving the club, we were pissed on the wall opposite, and while staggering he said to me “damn you have a big one, I wouldn't want to take it in the ass, can I touch her? » While I was still urinating he knelt down and sucked me long and awkwardly, but I loved it. “It's your turn to suck me, we have to be equal” It was my turn to kneel and suck his cock, still wet with piss, but, unexpectedly, he started to ejaculate and I swallowed it all . “Whoa, we just sucked each other’s cocks, we’re fags,” he said to me, laughing. The next day, the alcohol vapors having dissipated, the memories came back to me, I had fallen asleep fully dressed, my pants stank of piss. It was the phone that pulled me out of my memories, it was my friend, "hello little faggot" he said to me laughing, "I'm going to tell you a secret, I loved sucking you, I'll give you see you in 10 minutes.” He has the keys to my studio, and when he enters, all smiles, he holds his cock in his hand, “Who’s that, who’s going to have breakfast?” I make no effort to refuse the proposal, "ok I'll suck you but you too, and this time you too will taste my sperm" he bursts out laughing, "go send the mash" and indeed we sent the mash both. Today we are both in our sixties, once a month we find an excuse to get together alone, our wives are delighted with our friendship and while we slip away either into my garage or the cellar they can chat quietly, without imagining for a second that for all these years we have been implementing increasingly hot little games.“I am summoned to headquarters on Monday, the boss wants to see me, are you coming with me?? I'll take you to the sauna on the grand boulevards, it's full of fags, we'll be able to fit in a few. » The idea really appeals to me, we'll see on the spot, I said to myself. I warned my wife that I was accompanying my friend to the boss, and on Monday after having sorted out the status of his orders with the boss, we were at 2 p.m. in front of the entrance to the sauna. It's actually teeming with people, most of them have a mini towel around their waist, but the others are completely naked. “Come on, let's take a closer look, we decided to put the towel around our necks, and walk around with our dicks exposed, it's a queer paradise, anything goes, we enter a completely dark room , no light, you have to move forward blindly, this room is packed with people, you can hear moans and you can see soda everywhere. The goal is to make your way while rubbing as much as possible, I find the idea so nice, I get fingered and I end up being blocked by a guy I can't see who is on his knees and who has just grabbed me c ...

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