Sex stories

It was 2 years ago, I was leaving the Paris region to move to Lyon. I thought he hated gays, but a few hours later, I realized I was wrong. In the morning, I help him move some furniture, turn around, and he starts putting his arms around my waist. Silly me, I thought he thought I was going to fall, not having much strength in my arms. Then he smiles at me and jokingly says, "Are you a mover today?" I answer a little stupidly, "You've got to help out, there's only 2 of you and we don't have all day. Lunchtime arrives, and his colleague goes to watch the truck. I see the rebeu coming back with a huge bar in his shorts. I pretend I didn't see anything and offer him a drink of water as it was hot. He says in my ear, I'm not thirsty, but I think you are... I continue to play the fool, but not for much longer. I tell him what you're doing there, knowing full well that he was totally hitting on me. He replies that I have beautiful blue eyes. He kisses me and tells me to get on my knees, which I do. He looks at me for a few minutes with a smile and pulls out his huge cock, which I start to suck. I start to squeal, and he tells me straight away to shut my mouth so we can't hear each other. 5 good minutes of sucking before he sends the sauce down my throat, holding my head with his hands... Once he'd finished, he went back to work as if nothing had happened. I never saw him again but it was a fucking good time that I think only happens once in a lifetime.