46 fragments (english version)

Jean-Christophe : first meeting (on cam before meeting him in person)

I never thought I would ever have to recount events that, over the years, seemed to have patiently built up a place in my memory. Properly stored, they were destined to remain there wisely, as well as memories of holidays.

But the psyche is resourceful and what might suddenly seem manageable is no longer manageable. The small waves too often became waves that fell violently on the fragile shores of my mind.

Writing then came to the aid of this unspoken story. The fragments began to set themselves up, creating a puzzle where each piece had its place. 46 fragments with a line of sight, perhaps, the impression of seeing more clearly.

Jean-Christophe

It started on Skype: after a few evenings spent searching on the specialized sites, I ended up meeting a nice guy whose goal was not to show me his sex right away.

It is rare on these sites. His name is Jean-Christophe and he likes to be called JC. We talk a lot and he tells me a little about his fantasies.

JC is studying in the hotel business and his true love is the outfit. Black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black tie or bow tie, he loves to be dressed as a butler. Her love is so powerful that it excites her sexually. He tells me that almost every night, in his student studio, he dresses and likes to look at himself for a long time in the mirror. To see his body dressed in this way makes him hard very quickly.

He spends a long time with hard sex under his trousers with claws whose crotch stretches gently. He continues to go about his business, takes his meal, plays console, smokes at the window, while feeling the extreme tension of his sex, sometimes bent and stuck between his boxer and his fly. Sometimes he even takes pictures. He sends me one to show me: he seems to have a good package and the bump is really huge.

He then tells me that, unable to take it anymore, he then takes his cock and balls out of his fly completely. She then stands in the middle of her body and the contrast between this pornographic image of her erect sex and the strict hold of maitre d'hotel excites her even more.

After a few evenings, he asks me (finally) if I would like to see him

Of course I accept and I am delighted that he offers it to me (I would never have asked so much it seems to be his secret so well kept).

When he turns on the cam I see him standing in semi-darkness, his enormous sex stretched towards the ceiling, his balls also come out of his crotch and are so tight because of the fly that they look artificial, inflated to the maximum and, I guess, filled with semen ready to squirt at the slightest excitement.

He puts himself in profile, in front of me so I can contemplate his organ. He never touches his cock or his balls, but I feel her palpitating in jerks.

I ask him what would happen if I were at and I touched his cock. He replied that certainly, given his condition, it would take him barely 10 seconds to ejaculate directly.

I say, "We have a great project, so.... We have to get organized."

To be continued