This fact goes back to last spring. I wanted to get away from Paris for a while to get rid of some worries. Not daring to do so, I contacted a couple of friends. This one had invested in a splendid property in the Gulf of Saint-Tropez. On several occasions he had offered me an invitation. My activities and responsibilities prevented me from going to see him and discover this heavenly place. I think you have guessed that this couple (not married) is made up of two male friends, Jean-Alexandre and Pierre-Gilles.
These friends are in their early fifties and have been living happily ever since they met at the age of twenty eight. Jean-Alexandre is quite tall, handsome, with a Karl Lagerfeld hairstyle, while his companion is shorter, with a superbly sculpted body and a few precious gestures that highlight his sumptuous rings and watches.
Before they left for the South, we saw each other a few times a year in their big Parisian apartment. They were very discreet and I only noticed a few furtive caresses, but nothing more.
The second day of my stay I hung out a bit to allow me to decompress and evacuate some of my worries.
In the huge room of their villa I settled into a deep huge sofa. This sofa was a few meters away from the very large bay window that faced the pool and the sea. The setting was splendid, almost the picture of some magazines of exceptional residences.
I was reading and daydreaming for a while in this relaxing setting. A good moment later in this early morning, I see Pierre-Gilles applying himself to vacuuming. With the heat, he was barefoot and only wearing a long t-shirt with a big claw. To accompany the vacuum cleaner, he was forced to bend forward to get the brush under the upholstered bergers. He circled around the couch, asking me if everything was going well for me and if I was gradually relaxing to make the most of this short stay. Then he gradually moved to the right side of the room. Jean-Alexandre had finally finished his toilet with the application of his various ointments and care. Yes, Jean-Alexandre is very careful about his skin, which is very well maintained to avoid the misdeeds of the sun. He comes to keep me company with a splendid art magazine in hand. We were flipping through this glossy catalog and commenting on these luxurious apartments and residences.
The roar of the vacuum cleaner approached again. And here was Pierre-Gilles scrupulously ironing the polishing brush of his machine. He kept pushing the brush further and further without changing his position. I noticed that he was naked under his T-shirt. To take support, he had spread his legs a little to secure his stability. He was leaning forward, probably unconsciously making me see his penis which was visible between his legs. But also by leaning, the T-shirt involuntarily had gone up and made me discover his rather rounded buttocks. I was a little surprised by this situation. They who for more than twenty years that I know them, always modest and discreet.
I continue to leaf through the magazine when Jean-Alexandre gave me a nudge and told me you saw the beautiful ass of my Pierre-Gilles; I have to swallow my saliva not to choke on these words.
Look, as it is beautiful, it is well rebounded by hearing that I was rather embarrassed and at the same time Pierre-Gilles leans clearly more by pressing one of his hands on a lobe of his buttocks muscle to spread it a little. I think I'm dreaming, I didn't know he was so shameless.
Then, Jean-Alexandre gets up from the sofa and lifts completely the polo of his companion and spreads him squarely the two lobes. At this point Pierre-Gilles stops the motor of the vacuum cleaner. Jean-Alexandre still holding the buttocks came to sit in the sofa. He spreads even more and says to me: "look at his little hole" he likes that we look at him. For me it was neither hot nor cold. Yes indeed, it was nicely pleated regularly. It was pink.
Not wanting to remain completely aside or indifferent, I answer to Jean-Alexandre, you find that pretty, there are hairs it is ugly. Oh it is not serious ! !
During these few words of exchange Pierre-Gilles was always in the same position to be leaned forward with the happy impression that one congratulated him on his anatomy back and I believe even sensitive of the hands of Jean-Alexandre which wander on this zone.
At this moment Jean-Alexandre takes out his long agile tongue and comes to lick the small rosette of his friend. The point of this tongue touches this beautiful pink orifice. The first moans of Pierre-gilles are heard. And only a few seconds later he starts to squirm.
Here I am very surprised, but quite excited by this absolutely unforeseen situation. Seeing that, I look closer and I realize that this small hole unfolds by jerks, it is rather impressive, especially that at the time when it opens the onomatopoeias emitted by Pierre-Gilles are stronger and more intense.
While this area is not my greatest excitement, I wet my middle finger and my hand pushes the head of Jean-Alexandre to introduce my finger at the moment when the corolla of Pierre-Gilles opens. It was incredible, all his intimate tunnel was full of wetness and I was able to go as far as possible which made him moan, shout, scream with joy and pleasure. I had not foreseen that this simple gesture could bring him to such a pleasure.
At the moment when Pierre-Gilles pushed a howl of pleasure, I look at Jean-Alexandre rather happy of the pleasure that his friend took, but unconsciously I had withdrawn him his daily work that he lavished to his Pierre-Gilles. I was embarrassed and confused.
After removing my finger, immediately Jean-Alexandre starts to release the orifice, and me I slide of the sofa to put me in front of Pierre-Gilles and to take his sex in full erection in mouth; I close my lips by starting a deep fellatio.
During all this time, I did not realize that Jean-Alexandre had risen from the couch; He seized the hips of Pierre-Gilles and a cry is heard, it is Jean-Alexandre who has just introduced his beautiful cock in the so agile orifice of Pierre-Gilles.
Since the time the anus of Pierre-Gilles was ready to use, it is for that that his companion, skewered him of a blow what was very exciting for me.
During all this time I lick, I aspire, I titillate the sex Pierre-Gilles who squeals for his ass, who moans for his fellatio and who screams for the orgasm which he is going to reach soon.
Jean-Alexandre accelerates his movements of hips with strong back and forth to make enter more deeply his beautiful cock in the foundation of his companion's Love who screams of impatience and pleasure. On my side my fellatio turns into a deep throat, and I feel this beautiful penis (which has hairs all along it) swelling, stiffening.
Fortunately my friends bought this splendid and vast property, because the cries, screams and pleas of Pierre-Gilles exceed the hundred decibels of pleasure.
Something I have never been able to observe to this day, the enjoyment of an ass with powerful flows of pleasure while I received in my mouth four abundant jets of semen.
At that moment Pierre-Gilles collapsed completely emptied on the beautiful tiles of the living room.
It was an intense moment for all three of us. Since we knew each other this had never happened.
Pierre-Gilles thanked me for this deep blowjob and made me understand that he would like to have more during the rest of my short stay with them
But I emitted a condition so that I repeat his extraordinary rise of the excitation to the rise of the orgasm, that all his hairs which gallop and decorate all the length of his beautiful cock and the hairs which surrounded his pretty small rosette be removed by my care with wax in order to be much more pretty and desirable.
Thanks to their kindness it was a very pleasant and soothing stay for me while enjoying some days the excitations and ejaculations of the docile Pierre-Gilles.
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