I do not work in a mine or something such as that, but it is a place that holds innumerable responsibilities, including the livelihoods of hundreds, if not thousands of those 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 believe I have three kids right now, 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 probably would have missed it. I am telling you all of this because you have to understand the reason why I go on a one-week vacation every year, all alone.
I take no one. http://nudistspic.com do not take my wife. I definitely don’t take the youngsters. I don’t take my mobile or my computer. As far as everyone I know is worried, I don’t exist for those 7 days. And I make it my business to go somewhere where it is highly unlikely I’ll meet any Americans. I do not wish to hear our accents and I usually do not want to feel like I’m on the same planet as the people I socialize with during the other 358 days of the year. This past year, for instance, I went to Croatia, this small state somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little nation with great seaside and with astonishing food. But all of the tourist things doesn’t matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I’m getting ahead of myself
I got to this small spot where I was staying early in the morning. The 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 tired as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the beach. There was no one there. 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 nearer to me, I can declare to you that I could see the entire world in slo mo. As he was running past me, I could see his chiseled body totally under his sweaty clothes. I could smell him, I really could feel his heat. And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time I got to the hotel.
The next day, I went swimming early in the morning and at the precisely the same time, he came running past. I watched him again and I realized he was seeing me. Now, for a guy who has never had any gay experiences in his life, I was a little confused that I was checking out this guy, this blonde ripped hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I did not know what to think. http://nudismsite.com mean, I wasn’t afraid or anything like that, I’m not an asshole. But it was confusing, that is for sure.
The next morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new friend did not come running. He came by boat and just showed me with a gesture that he desires me to come into the boat with him. I did it. 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 said that I’d see.
When we got there, I recognized that it was this small, totally secluded shore where no one has set their foot in decades and where no one could possibly drift to. We disembarked and as we got to the seashore, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, totally naked, with small beads of perspiration running down his torso and with his fat dick hanging down. You can only imagine what happened that day and I can tell you this, my first experience, was something that I never dreamt would happen, let alone with a complete stranger, a Russian guy even. It was the best day of my entire life. And that is him. That’s my Andrei.