I usually do not work in a mine or something similar to that, but it is a place that holds innumerable duties, including the livelihoods of hundreds, if not a huge number of people who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, seven days a week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I think I ‘ve three children at this time, one girl and two boys. My wife used to be hot when I married her, but I haven’t seen her in three months and she could have grown an arm out of the side of the head, I likely would have missed it. I am telling you all of this because you need to understand why I go on a one-week holiday every year, all alone.
I take no one. I don’t take my wife. I definitely don’t take the kids. I don’t take my phone or my computer. As far as everyone I know is worried, I don’t exist for those 7 days. And I always make it my business to go somewhere where it’s exceedingly unlikely I will meet any Americans. I do not need to hear our accents and I usually do not desire to feel like I’m on exactly the same planet as the people I socialize with during the other 358 days of the year. Last year, for instance, I went to Croatia, this small nation somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little nation with great seaside and with amazing food. But all of the tourist stuff will not matter. But I’m getting ahead of myself
I got to this little area where I was staying early in the morning.
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Click to viewThe sun was only coming out and I decided to take a walk down the shore before anyone gets up and comes to the beach. I was exhausted as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the beach. Literally no one. A couple of seagulls and that was that. And then I saw a figure in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting closer to me, I can affirm to you that I could see the world in slo-mo. As he was running past me, I could see his sculpted body totally under his sweaty clothing. I could smell http://nudist-photo.com , I really could feel his heat. And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time I got to the hotel.
I watched him again and I realized he was seeing me. Now, for a man who has never had http://videonudism.com/voyeurism in his life, I was a bit confused that I was checking out this man, this blonde ripped hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I didn’t have the knowledge of what to believe. I mean, I wasn’t scared or anything like that, I am not an asshole. But it was confusing, that is for sure.
The next morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new friend didn’t come running. He came by boat and simply showed me with a gesture that he needs me to come into the boat with him. I do not know why, but I did it. He told me his name was Andrei in the most delightful Russian accent English I had ever heard and I told him my name. I asked him where we were going and he explained that I would see.
When we got there, I understood that it was this little, totally secluded shore where no one has place their foot in decades and where no one could possibly wander to. We disembarked and as we got to the beach, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, completely nude, with little beads of sweat running down his torso and with his fat cock hanging down. You can just imagine what occurred that day and I can tell you this, my first experience, was something that I never dreamt would occur, let alone with a total stranger, a Russian man even. It was the best day of my own life. And that’s him. That is my Andrei.