I don’t work in a mine or something like that, but it’s a place that holds innumerable obligations, including the livelihoods of hundreds, if not a huge number of people who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, 7 days a week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I believe I ‘ve three kids at the moment, 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 need to understand why I go on a one-week holiday annually, all alone.
I take no one. I don’t take http://nudistshots.com . I definitely do not take the youngsters. I 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 make it my business to go somewhere where it’s exceedingly unlikely I’ll meet any Americans. I do not wish to hear our accents and I do not desire to feel like I’m on the same planet as the folks I socialize with during the other 358 days of the year. This past year, for instance, I went to Croatia, this small nation somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little state with great seaside and with amazing food. But all of the tourist stuff will not matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I’m getting ahead of myself
I got to this small place where I was staying early in the morning. The sun was just coming out and I decided to take a walk down the shore before anyone gets up and comes to the seashore. I was exhausted 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 planet in slomo. As he was running past me, I could see his ripped body absolutely under his sweaty clothing. I could smell him, I could feel his heat. And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time that 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 realized he was watching me. Now, for a guy who has never had any homosexual encounters in his life, I was a bit confused that I was checking out this guy, this blond ripped hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I did not know what to believe. I mean, I wasn’t afraid or anything like that, I’m not an asshole. But it was confusing, that is for http://picsnudism.com .
The following morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new buddy did not come running. He came by boat and just showed me with a gesture that he needs 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 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 recognized that it was this little, absolutely secluded beach where no one has set their foot in decades and where no one could maybe roam to. We disembarked and as we got to the beach, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, completely nude, with small beads of perspiration 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 encounter, 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 own life. And that’s him. That’s my Andrei.