Please note that like all my experiences, my boyfriend and I use condoms when fucking with others and that for the purposes of this story, I have omitted that fact. Be safe and have fun guys.
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We started renting a couple of rooms in our small farmhouse here in France to bring in some income, we didn't buy the place to grow much and in fact lease most of it to the farmer next door for peanuts. He won't be featuring in any stories, real or imagined, he's old, fat, most unattractive and married to somebody I suspect could be his sister.
Not too far away from where we live is an annual Motor Cross, with guys (they are almost exclusively men) who come from all over France and Belgium with a very small number of other nationalities competing over the whole weekend on the sand. The event has grown over the years and the beach is made into a track of artificial dunes.
In addition to the competitors, there are supporters and thousands of spectators although numbers can vary tremendously depending on the weather.
We took a rental request for a double room, and in the event it was 2 competitors, Seb and Johann. They clearly weren't a couple and we gave them the room with twin beds. They loved the location of the farm, their (motor)bikes were secured in the modern outhouse and made life easier for them.
Seb enquired how many rooms we had and how many we could accomodate in total. Legally we are allowed 3 rooms of 3, as per our declaration to the local Town Hall and he returned the folowing year, booking places for 8. It meant moving some beds around so no one had to share and in the end a 9th person tagged along last minute but was someones girlfriend so no further furniture removal was required.
Day 1 was for time and track trials and the main event was the following day. As they had taken over the whole house, we weren't in on the Saturday when they returned, we believe en-masse, and sorted themselves and their bikes, equipment and clothing out but we returned to find the place resembling an immaculately clean pit stop.
It was strange watching them return on the Sunday, Johann was first back and showered as the veterans race was before the others. The under 16s went first but no one of that age was in Seb's group. During the afternoon a couple of others returned and went to shower and change after hosing down their bikes. Well, one or two parents turned up at our house too with trailers and collected their offspring plus the girlfriends, attractive lads of 18 or so who wandered around in just their underwear before and indeed after showering as we tried not to be too obvious about checking them out. We diligently stripped the bedding and tidied 2 of the rooms plus, for the umpteenth time, the bathroom. Indeed there was almost as much sand in our house as there was on the beach.
That only left Seb and Clemence due to return and we were told that Clemence had done well and should be in receipt of an award so he was going to be back late, Seb had stayed for moral support as he was the team leader and organiser. (Seb too had apparently done well in the over 35s, so we had correctly guessed his age at very early 40s).
Clemence was the looker. He was 21, short with brown hair and incredibly blue eyes, sideburns and a hint of beard. Solid, medium build and very much the boy next door. And indeed, most shaggable, the total opposite of the farmer next door! We'd only seen him in baggy jeans and a jumper, then briefly in full leathers as he set off for the day just after breakfast.