Landed at Orly for a quick Paris transit. Rented a car, hotel keycard in wallet for later. Printed map from web—no GPS. Drove south to Yvelines woods, June midday, sun scorching. Traffic jammed, then quiet trees. Parked at lot’s end, suitcase locked in trunk. Four cars dotted around. Pretended phone call, eyes on thick bushes. Worn paths snaked through weeds—prime spot.
Guy in black 4×4 stared. Balding, mid-fifties. Smiled wide. I grinned back. Stepped out, tight pants hugging my briefs, shirt unbuttoned low. Heat wave hit. Walked past his rig, he tracked me. Paused at barrier gate blocking cars. First time outdoors. Heart raced—mature guy like me, not model material.
The Stopover
Looped back, distracted. Nearly bumped his door. He sat pants down, stroking thick soft cock. Lowered window. ‘Hey, good? New here?’ Yeah. ‘Hop in?’ Not yet. ‘See this?’ It stiffened. ‘Woods first.’ He winked. ‘You’ll score.’
Pushed through path. Shade cooled sweat. Birds chirped. Twenty meters in, clearing. Bald head popped up, scanned, vanished in tall grass. Guy hid by tree, peeking. Followed narrow trail, hands in back pockets, bulge straining fabric. Footsteps trailed me.
Bald guy on towel, nude, small hard cock up, hairy belly, legs spread, ass crack teasing. Kneeled—grabbed from behind. 4×4 man’s hands in my shirt, pinching nips. ‘Fuck, hot ass in those pants.’ Breathed in my ear. Kissed neck sloppy. I moaned, turned, tongues battled. Bodies ground. His cock on my thigh.
Bald guy groped my cheeks. ‘Sweet ass.’ They mauled me. Belt undone, pants yanked. White briefs tented. Hands everywhere. I grabbed 4×4’s meat—thick, veiny. Deep kisses, spit dripping. Bald slid fingers under briefs, teased hole. I arched.
The Transit
4×4 licked neck, ears. Knelt me down. Sucked his shiny head, teased piss slit, tongue flicked. Bald pulled briefs into crack, kissed cheeks. Balls in hand—heavy, low. Pumped slow, then deep throated. He groaned.
Swapped cocks. Sucked bald while jerking 4×4. ‘Good slut.’ They kissed over me. Stripped briefs off. Stood, stroked myself naked. They jacked watching. Turned, spread cheeks, fingered ass. Voyeur in shadows, young athletic build, cock out, stroking.
Bent over, rimmed by bald, deepthroated 4×4. Tongue probed deep. He bucked. ‘Gonna cum!’ Swallowed loads, hot jets overflowing. Then bald’s turn—powerful spurts down throat.
Kneeling, spent cocks limp. Wiped mouth, buzzed. No cum for me—yet. Dressed slow, bulge still there. ‘Next time, fuck that ass.’ Laughed. Young voyeur eyed me, tucked away, slipped into woods. Turned, beckoned. Followed…
Hours later, hotel swipe. Corridor echoes, runway views glowing. Tasted cum lingered. Dropped rental keys at desk dawn. Boarded flight, naughty woods etched forever. One-night anonymity—pure fire.