In the Sting of Gregory

I'm not effeminate, but sometimes a certain smooth-skinned, angel-faced boy comes my way... It was like this that morning in the station bathroom. I looked to the side and there was the handsome boy. I looked down and there was his beautiful cock. Big and fascinating, contrasting even with the size of the owner. I was hooked when he realized that I was watching him and left quickly. The surprise was to feel him inside the overcrowded train. I looked back and gained a naughty little smile, while something warm and deliciously hard grew right in the middle of my ass. In that tightness there was no way for me to move and escape from that harassment, even because the bastard had found a way to hold me by the waist. It was very daring, but I was loving the unexpected adventure with that stranger. So much so that when I realized, four seasons of my destiny had already passed. And now? I figured I'd go all the way to the end and see what that would do. At the place where he came down, I jumped too, not quite sure what I was going to do. - Are you going to work now? It's because of you that I lost my station. "What have I done?" he asked ironically. I looked, by reflection, in the direction of his still hard pin and when I saw that he accompanied my gaze smiling mockingly, I changed the subject: - Do you work around here? - I work nights. I suggested a coffee, which he changed to beer, and within a few minutes we were good and old friends. His name was Gregorio, thin, dark and tasty. He came from Minas Gerais and lived here with a sister. On the third beer it was his turn to propose: I'm alone all day and I don't always get a chance to bring a girl home for dinner. I ignored the irony, smiled and went on. I just stopped at a clock and called the firm. No sooner had he arrived than the boy wasted no time: he was soon introducing me to his villain's mara. A beautiful mast of hard meat with its twenty centimeters and a bright purple head that mesmerized me. I began to lick his chest, his navel, until I felt his sweet fuck enter my mouth. I sucked that sweet stick to the tail, sucking hard on the soft head, wrapping his whole roll with my tongue while he sighed and moaned. His hands would reach into my clothing, and a cocky, affectionate finger would slide down my throat and into the tight opening of my anus, rhythmically entering and exiting, driving me crazy with excitement. Gregory took me to the shower, took off my clothes and started to give me a treat on my butt. I shivered and turned to the wall, grabbing and pinching my butt, enjoying the invasion of his fingers as he soaped me. I began to groan feeling three of his fingers going in and out of me, while his other hand punched me in the same rhythm. When I arrived in his room aida was half dizzy... I stood on my hands and knees, making it very clear that I wanted to be eaten right away, and Gregory understood the urgency I had of that huge cock of his. I felt a cold caress on my ass and thanked the heavens for the fact that it was some kind of gel... That was the only way I could stand his twenty centimeters punching me the way I like!... And it didn't take long to start the most delicious rage of the monk's life! The boy leaned his head and was pushing slowly and evenly, with his well-lubricated butt gimped and I cried. My ass was deliciously swallowing the giant jeba, with Gregory pulling me by the waist and his cock swallowing me, a few at a time, completely. Then he moved that giant divinely inside my ass, removing and placing almost everything, widening my ass and deepening my rectum, leaving me in its proper measure. Delightful, delightful, delightful!... In a way that I wished it would never end!... "Oh, my ass, oh, my ass, oh, my ass", I groaned as Gregory increased the speed of his assault. I rolled and pushed my ass towards the fuck without stopping, as I entered, encouraging my little machine to fuck me and break me with all its strength! And he was eating me! And how he was eating!!!... My legs are numb to this day when I remember! With Gregorio eating me, I was spreading myself on the bed until I was completely lying down. I opened my ass as much as possible with my hands, so that that torture of the stick penetrated me deeper and deeper... I felt an explosion of beating, strong and mellow, that flooded my ass and hit my soul. I remained under him, feeling his weight and his dick stuck on me, softening slowly... My boy got me in all sorts of ways that day, because my lace ass couldn't get enough of his roll. I would pack and prepare the poop, sucking with all the affection, and then sit down nicely, while I punched myself, going up and down, with my ass hooked in that dream of pica. I didn't really make fun of him, I was already rubbing my ass anxiously in that roll again ... How good it was! We fucked all morning and before I left, I was still on all fours for him again, giving myself up and bouncing deliciously, until he enjoyed another river of fucking, shaking that wonderful fuck inside me ... We exchanged phones, and for almost three years I knew exactly where to go when I got a hard-on in my ass!