I do not work in a mine or something similar to that, but it’s a place that holds innumerable responsibilities, including the supports of hundreds, if not tens of thousands of individuals who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, http://peenudist.com per week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I believe I have three children 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 likely would have missed it. I’m telling you all of this because you must understand why I go on a one-week holiday every year, all alone.
I take no one. I do not take my wife. I definitely don’t take the kids. I usually do not take my phone or my computer. As far as everyone I know is concerned, I usually do not exist for those 7 days. And I always make it my business to go someplace where it’s exceedingly unlikely I will meet any Americans. I usually do not need to hear our accents and I usually do not need to feel like I am on 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 state somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little nation with great beachfront and with astonishing food. But all of the tourist stuff does not matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I am getting ahead of myself
I got to this little spot where I was staying early in the morning. The sun was only coming out and I chose to take a walk down the shore 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 figure in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting nearer to me, I can swear to you that I really could see the planet in slo-mo. As he was running past me, I could see his sculpted 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 that I got to the resort.
The following 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 understood he was watching me. Now, for a guy who has never had any gay encounters in his life, I was a bit confused that I was checking out this guy, this blond cut hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I didn’t have the knowledge of what to believe. I mean, I was not afraid 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 did not come running. He came by boat and just showed me with a gesture he wants 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 ‘d ever heard and I told http://nudist-video.net .
I asked him where we were going and he said that I would see.
When we got there, I recognized that it was this small, totally secluded beach 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 shore, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, completely nude, with little beads of sweat running down his torso and with his fat dick hanging down. You can only imagine what occurred that day and I can tell you this, my first encounter, 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 life. And that’s him. That is my Andrei.