Twenty days later

Twenty days after the "Crazy Trip", I called Frederico and we scheduled the day we were going to travel, and at the scheduled time I was already at the bus station. He came all happy and brought me a new backpack with various distributions saying that the one I was wearing was very old and old fashioned. I thanked him and we waited for the bus that soon arrived, we entered and settled and went inland. During the trip we talked quietly and every once in a while I realized he was holding his hand on my dick, but then he'd take it off like he was afraid I'd think it was bad. When the bus hit the road, the driver turned out the inside lights, getting all dark and the few passengers traveling leaned back to rest. I waited a little while longer and slowly pulled my dick out, took his hand and drove it to the fuck he grabbed it hard and started jerking it off, but I didn't leave it there because I couldn't do it. He stooped down and squeaked and started pacifying her, but soon I kept her or I'd give cloths to his sleeve as the saying goes. The rest of the trip he didn't take his hand off the stick and squeeze over the clothes anyway. We went to the boarding house, went up, more than quickly took off our clothes, got naked, noticed that his dick was small the size of an adult's index finger, asked if it didn't harden and he said that he had only a few times hardened and barely enough to jerk off, forced him to stand on his fours on the edge of the bed and took advantage to pack the new backpack for me. I threatened to take a shower, he held me and asked me to stand behind him and watch him pack up. It's what the two of you wanted, and I ploughed it up after it was hooded and lubricated, and I directed it to your ass, and I pulled over, and I pushed it, and he enjoyed it as he came in and said he was dreaming about it. When he reached the middle of the stick, where the thing begins to thicken, he asked it to be tender, because it was hurting a little, I took almost all out leaving only the head, lubricate and I gave him a poke in the belly, he got scared, gave a back so strong that everything came in. He was standing up for a long time, breathing deeply and leaning against me, came to sweat, ended up feeling sorry and apologized for the joke. He smiled and started to roll, and I was punching that beautiful ass, while he was telling me he was doing what he liked the most by a nice stick. I started pumping harder and forced him to stand on the edge of the bed, and then I held him by his hips and spilled the hot milk at the bottom of his ass. He wouldn't let go of it, and he went back to packing his backpack, his ass winked and pressed my dick slowly to come out. We went to the bathroom, we washed, he made a point of washing me up and rubbing himself on me wanting more. Washed, sucked and washed my dick again and then shoved it back where he always likes to be. He finished packing his backpack, keeping me behind him all the time and petting his dick with his ass, rubbing and ass until he finished and asked me to sit in bed. He snubbed my stick and made a delicious pacifier by making the sleeper wake up and get nervous again and to calm him down he laid a cap, licked and sat on it, galloped at will. He took his ass off his dick, turned to me, sat down again, slipped up to sit on his lap, hugged me with his legs, held my neck and jumped into my lap as a child. I noticed that he was thrilled to be carrying on his butt what he wanted so much in all these years. We changed positions several times and went to sleep at dawn we repeated this journey several times and still travel from time to time