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Chapitre 5 : Valentin

We keep in touch with JC but because he is studying in another city, we see each other less. In the meantime, I meet Valentine with whom I will spend a memorable evening.

I get in touch with Valentin by replying to an ad he posted a week before. "Looking for manly guy for dial and more if affinities". He clarifies that age doesn't matter, so I'm trying my luck by sending him a nice message. I quickly understand that this is his first time.

He's looking for a caring guy who won't hurt him but I read between the lines that he can't wait to be a virgin anymore. After a few days of discussions and as soon as he could be reassured about my physique, he gave me his phone number. We call each other one evening and everything is really very simple: I tell him that I am only active and he confirms that he wants to lose his virginity. Regarding the age difference, he tells me that is not a problem, but I suspect that he only likes the older ones.

We agree on an evening when I would go straight to his place around 10 p.m. He is a student and works late. Our meeting will be his small reward after a busy day.

I have no trouble finding his studio which overlooks one of the main, bustling squares in the city center. Through the intercom, he opens the door to me without speaking to me and when I reach the landing, the door is slightly ajar. I walk in slowly whispering "good evening", I find it quite funny talking to him when I haven't seen him in person yet.

He is standing in the center of the room, slightly smiling and definitely more handsome than in the photos. An angelic face that will give itself to me without my having to do any more effort.

- It's okay ? I approach a little while saying his two reassuring words.

- Yes, I am fine.

- Not too stressed?

He makes a little face that says it all: I have to put him at ease. I imagine myself in his place: I would be scared to death. His determination and courage touch me.

- You'll see it will go well, approach.

I press my body against hers and instantly the stress gives way to desire. His hands know what to do and where to go: they run down my chest and already feel my stiff cock. I feel her buttocks and bring my mouth to his. We kiss passionately. I put a hand on his face and stroke his three-day beard: he's very sexy and above all so excited. I imagine he has fantasized about the scene many times, alone in his bed, touching his tail. His movements are precise, as if he had repeated them many times.

I take off his T-shirt. His torso seems unreal it is so perfect: fine and well-defined nipples, hardened by desire, a few hairs in the sternum. Nothing else. His stomach is hairless and his abs buried under a small layer of firm and very charming fat.

With one hand, I caress her buttocks insistently and with the other I try to undo her pants button. He helps me and he finds himself in boxers in front of me who am still fully dressed.

- "Show me your pretty ass". I turn him around and lower his boxers to the level of the buttocks. They are slightly hairy, but it's down. I caress this soft surface which evokes a fine fabric.

I insist a little on her ass, gently letting a finger enter between her two buttocks. He seems to like it. We have to change our position.

- Wait: you'll lie down on the bed.

I guide him gently on the bed and take the opportunity to completely remove his pants and socks. His boxer shorts still cover his penis on the front. I'm guessing it's hard and thinks I recognize a wet stain through the fabric.