I do not work in a mine or something such as that, but this is a position that holds innumerable duties, including the supports of hundreds, if not thousands of people who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, seven days per week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I think I have three children right now, one girl and two boys. My wife used to be hot when I wed 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’m telling you all of this because you have to understand the reason why I go on a one-week holiday each year, all alone.
I take no one. I don’t take my wife. I definitely do not take the kids. I usually do not take my mobile or my computer. As far as everyone I know is worried, I usually do not exist for those 7 days. And I always make it my business to go someplace where it is exceedingly unlikely I’ll meet any Americans. I usually do not wish to hear our accents and I do not want 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 example, I went to Croatia, this small country somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little state with great beachfront and with amazing food. But all of the tourist stuff does not 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 beach before anyone gets up and comes to the shore. I was tired as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the seashore. There was no one there. Literally no one. A couple of seagulls and that was that. And then I saw a body in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting closer to me, I can swear to you that I really could see the entire world in slomo. As he was running past me, I could see his chiseled body totally under his sweaty clothing. 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 resort.
The next day, I went swimming early in the morning and at the exactly the same time, he came running past. I watched him again and I recognized that he was seeing me. Now, for a guy who has never had any gay encounters in his life, I was a little confused that I was checking out this man, this blond chiseled hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. http://x-nudists.com didn’t have the knowledge of what to think. I mean, I wasn’t afraid or http://nudist-video.net 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 buddy didn’t 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 have no idea why, but I did it. He told me his name was Andrei in the most beautiful Russian accent English I ‘d ever heard and I told him my name. I asked him where we were going and he told me that I’d see.
When we got there, I recognized that it was this little, completely secluded beach where no one has set their foot in decades and where no one could perhaps drift to. We disembarked and as we got to the beach, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, totally nude, with small beads of sweat running down his torso and with his fat dick hanging down. You can just 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 very best day of my own life. And that’s him. That’s my Andrei.