My Life <unk> true story <unk> part two
My name is Diego, I'm 28 years old and this is a long story where I tell about my sexual experiences from the age of 13 to today.
first part
It 's okay .
<unk> other
As I said, at the age of 17, I started a radiology technician course in the evening and was studying for my third year of high school in the morning.
The next year came and our school friendships were scarce, distant. My very strong friends were with Nicole (of course girlfriend), Thales and Nicole's girlfriends. Outside of the school my friendship with Artur's neighborhood guys was quite intimate. We were (and still are) great friends except for Arthur.
Thales was studying electronics and started dating a very pretty girl who immediately became everyone's friend. He was so happy with her, and you could see how happy she was with him too. She bragged about being with such a handsome boy. They were happy. Everyone around us was happy. But I wasn't...
I often recalled the jokes of years ago with Thales, and always tried to imagine what would happen in the future if we went ahead with our pranks.
In these "memories" I was masturbating again. I started to access gay porn sites and masturbate by watching videos and photos. Months went on, it became more intense. It was a daily routine for me to masturbate thinking about men.
And all of that hurt me, really badly. I felt like I was betraying her and sometimes it would make me a little sad to think about why I'm this way; I had everything right now to be happy with but then the problem started coming up -- she noticed my low morale at times and questioned it; I just talked about how concerned I was for my future and didn't want to cause trouble for her.
Months went by and I was getting worse, more attracted to men, wanting to experience a man's body with hair, with the voice of a man, smelling like a man.
In the middle of that year, my brother passed his military firefighter's competition and moved to Belo Horizonte. Things seemed only better for me: My mother finally had a good job and was every day a better person and my brother wasn't at home anymore. But nothing could take away from my agony.
I was 19 years old, a fucking eventful age and the rest of that year just went by.
The beginning of the next year came and my mother also moved to Belo Horizonte, when she was called for a competition that had been made months ago. She now supervised in a large hospital in BH. She took my sister who would finish high school there.
It was around this time that I graduated from the technical school as well, which is where I worked really hard and studied a lot and did an internship so good that it got me hired by a hospital.
I was happy again, very happy. Out of the blue I lived alone and had a job with extreme responsibility and good pay; my relationship remained normal but we were having even more sex; Nicole slept with me almost every day and made lots of love to us; we planned our future in great detail.
Shortly after, I bought a simple motorcycle: the Yamaha 125cc YBR. I was happy because it's my first property, my first vehicle. CNH took weeks from buying it. But things were still not right in my mind. I had an odd weight and I was sad but at the same time very curious to explore a male body.
The agony was so great that I had to give up on the relationship. (Laughter) Yes, I did. And I couldn't stand lying to myself anymore and feeling this sense of betrayal even though I never cheated on Nicole -- treason: something I have never done or would ever do. So I decided for the hard part: breaking up with Nicole; she didn't deserve it. There were no more happinesses in me. Everything depended on my agility and what I absorbed while studying.
I broke up with Nicole at my house. She sat on my bed and after a lot of talking, trying to lay the groundwork so that she wouldn't be too disappointed, I said we had to break up or at least have some time for each other. My argument was that you never hang out with anyone else; you never meet anybody else. You started dating way too young. But would I betray her?
After a lot of talking and crying, I took her away... came back feeling like a criminal.
As the week went by, and I was trying to focus on my work because it's very complex and I am still "learning", Nicole called me almost every day asking if she had made up her mind that we could come back.
But why was I like this? Because I wanted to try something new, different. What's stopping me now? Was I suffering and not going to do anything? No.
I had no idea how to try something with a guy, or what kind of face it would be.
So I decided to go into the UOL chat room, but not in my city's rooms. I wanted to meet someone from a neighboring town. If it worked out, if it was good, we were close. Otherwise it would be easy for us never to see each other again.
I stayed a few days in the chat and only found married guys wanting to "fun" , show boys or guys with very scrupulous conversations. Until one day, at Ouro Preto city hall 40 minutes from my town, I met a really cool guy who was talking for hours without lowering his level. We exchanged MSN and there we went on. I saw that he was cute by profile picture but didn't ask another until then. He had been a couple of weeks ago in the city because it is federal. It was a far away city almost in Goiás. We talked about philosophy, music, global warming and fuck four . Old man, the guy won me over with his sympathy. I didn't care anymore how he looked physically. This guy was amazing. His interior captivated me too much. We spent early nights chatting on MSN. So he asked to add him in Orkut (it was still that time of this social network) instead of asking for photos. He passed my profile, added it and went <unk>fuçar<unk>. Our... blue eyes and dark hair. That is exactly what happened, the hair wasn't at all light and the eyes were very blue. Skinny like myself. Fuck, besides being a really nice guy was also very handsome (always made my skinny or slightly fat type). Normal faces. I've never been attracted to a well-dressed guy, unlike most gays.) And he still seemed very masculine in his posture, which was essential for me. He didn't seem at all effeminate (I think that this is an immaturity issue because today I don't care if the guy has manners; what matters to me is his intelligence).
His name was (or rather, his name is) Gustavo and he liked me too. He showered me with compliments and began to whine at me calling me "myojo hair". Haha.
Okay, this guy had to be mine. I liked him too much and he liked me. In our conversations, I made it clear everything that was going on: He'd never been out with men before and ended a relationship; he said he wasn't the first man of another man and thinks he would like to be one; every day I was wanting more. And we marked...
We agreed that I would go to Ouro Preto early the next night after my work. I came home and took a good bath, put on black pants, black sneakers, a black shirt and leather jacket, also black. I was wearing a chain which fastened the wallet onto his trousers. I looked Gothic. Hehe. And left for Ouro Negro.
On the way, I was listening to Gravity Kills on my iPad (no longer in use), and I really liked this band but couldn't pay attention to their songs.
I arrived in town, at the square where we made our appointment. I knew Ouro Preto well because Nicole and I used to hang out there a lot. I texted him saying that he had already arrived, how I was dressed and on my motorcycle. I got confirmation of delivery but didn't get an answer from him. About five minutes went by, it was very dark, and then this guy comes towards me. He seemed to be smiling. Was it him? My heart almost came out of his mouth. I was much more nervous than when I lost my virginity. This guy walked right up close to me and kept walking. It just passed straight through. Dude old man! What the fuck is this? He had liked me and was such a nice guy. Didn't seem to be capable of this kind of stupidity. Fuck, did I come from another city for that? <unk> My thoughts were all over the place.
Did you wait long, boy?
I turned around and there was Gustavo, just like in the pictures. There's Gustavo talking to me and smiling at me. The other one -- I have no idea who he is. My nervousness must have made me create something that didn't even exist but now it was real.
"What about beauty?" I said.
We'd go to where he was living.
Gustavo was very handsome, simple and loose-fitting. He wore a white regatta jacket with tacked up bermuda shorts and flip flops. His legs had little hair on them; he was slightly taller than me but also quite thin; his eyes were blue, his beard hadn't been shaved for five days, and his hair was dark and short.
He got on his motorcycle. I took another helmet and headed to the republic where he lived. The republic was an old mansion in a very large baroque style. All rooms were individual with bathroom, but kitchen and living room were shared. He asked me to be quiet because being new in town, he didn't know how people would react if they saw him receiving visits and possibly being gay (he had been taken for granted since young).
We walked into his room. A large one with a bathroom, but simple. There was a single bed and a small wardrobe and a little desk. We sat on the bed, I asked for water and we talked long after asking me about my ex-boyfriend. We spoke much of music, what we heard, heavy bold lyrics. He loved Bjork. Until I had no more words to say and he didn't seem to have any anymore either. He was lying there with his feet out of the bed, and I looked at his legs.
And I looked at him, and he was really rooting for me. He nodded his head like "ah-ha".
"You're very shy", said Gustavo.
A little.
He came close to my face and kissed me very slowly. Gosh, that's incredible. I could feel his beard curling up on my face. His tongue was coming into my mouth quite discreetly. And then he got really excited about it and the more we were kissing each other,
I surrendered and began to kiss him harder holding his neck. I put one of my hands on a knee and was stroking the leg, feeling its cocks. I was now exploding with excitement. My dick looked like it would tear off underwear and pants. He grabbed me by my breast from over my shirt and kept caressing then he caressed my face as we were kissing each other. I started passing my hand around his thigh and discreetly pulling at his cocks while still holding his backside in another hand.
I kissed him again and in about 10 seconds he stopped, then took off my shirt and started to kiss me again. Now he was caressing my breast skin-to-skin. He could feel my penis throbbing as if I were going to make fun of it. So I pulled his shirt down too and stroked his thin but hairless chest and abdomen while he rubbed my belly button with a little bit more hair on them. We stayed for another few minutes.
He stopped kissing me again and stood up. Shit... his dick was too hard, I thought he wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Seeing that I understood, he got a little embarrassed and crouched down. He took off my sneakers and socks and went upstairs. He pulled out my belt and unbuttoned the pants and kept slowly removing them until they came loose.
You didn't tell me you were gifted, he said.
"I'm not", I said, taking my stick out and swinging at it back to the wall while still sitting in bed.
What is that stick? Look at the size of it. What's all this for? And it's thick on top!
"To make you happy". I said. And that's when I saw my penis was really big, 20 cm long and thick as he mentioned it; pink head exposed by being circumcised, full of veins to show off when hard.
When I said it was to make him happy, I pulled his head towards my dick but didn't put much effort. He went straight for sucking and felt that cute little warm mouth which I had just kissed while sucking on my cock and grabbing it with the right hand. My panties were at knee height Gustavo would blow me and punch what he remarked:
Boy, your cock is so big you can suck it and jerk off.
I took off my underwear, and he did it again. Now I was naked and he's sucking me. I moaned but I don't know at what time. I was in another world. Gustavo would suck on my bag, blow out my balls, lick my hairy thighs, which made my cock drool (and look how little he spits) and then go back to sucking my dick by hitting me.
I pulled his head and looked into your eyes. I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. I stood up, he got up and we started making out standing up. I rubbed my dick in it and caressed its little hard bundle over the bermuda shorts. I was gasping for air. I began exploring its little bundle inside of the underpants. Almost smooth too, by the very grooves. Gustavo stopped kissing me and took off his bermuda and became just a pantyhose. He had samba-song panties, which I thought were ugly and old until then. I changed my mind when I saw him like this today and also use them. It was cute with the stiff stick. I took off his panties and saw his dick. It must have been about 15 centimeters long, very white with half of the glans out, drooling, a little thin and with combs well trimmed. I grabbed its pinto and began to punch it, kissing him. This was the first stick that I had seen up close and now I was holding one. Fucking sensation, very whole. Very hard cock, looking like wood and warm.
I stopped kissing him and went to lay him on the bed. He fell backwards, so I laid down over him and started kissing again. Now my dick was rubbing against his bag and pocketbook. My body wasn't in control any more. He groaned. He grabbed my furry ass and forced himself onto it. It was time for me to get this guy. Time to fulfill my dream. But I had another dream...
Immediately he started sucking me and his dick was facing towards me. I did the same thing. It's salty, and it felt good. He stank well and I liked that. Hot hard cock in my mouth. What a perfect feeling. Sucked him caressing his ass and we stayed like this for some minutes but I would interrupt every hour because I was going to make fun of his mouth and I didn't want to joke yet. In one of these interludes, I licked his bag and went into one of my dreams: kiss an arse. And I did. What perfect hygiene, what a nice smell. It smelled like feminine oil I don't know how much lamp around his tight little ass and rosin started sticking my tongue in it he groaned louder which made me stick her even more while he sucked on me moaning
I got out of this position and went back over him, rubbing my dick on his ass. He moaned and scratched me in the back. I ducked down and raised your legs to my shoulders. I kissed him again while he was grabbing the head of my stick against his arse. Gustavo whimpered and crawled more and I started trying unsuccessfully to put a needle there. It didn't look like it would fit there. However, I had lost control and made an unnecessary force now.
Gustavo asked me to stop and stay there. He got up, came back with a skin cream. Kissed me again while I licked my penis with that strawberry smell exhaling out. What fucking horny thing was it? I laid him down the same way, legs on my shoulders and put his head in her lap forcibly. I started kissing more forcefully and my head went inside when he let go of a strong groan. I felt his tail squeezing my head and I penetrated very slowly but without stopping.
"Fuck, it hurts so much". said Gustavo.
<unk> Calm down, kitten. The pain will pass soon. This stick is for you. It's like that because I liked you. <unk> I was putting more while talking about it.
And my dick was sliding. I kissed him again and now I had the best feeling ever felt in my body. My cock was being clenched by his ass and I made slow back-and-forth movements, I caressed his face and kept pushing it slowly... and enjoyed myself. Yes, I did.
Now Gustavo was masturbating with my dick inside of him and he made fun in about 30 seconds. His fuck went straight to his chest, it's the first fucking I ever saw besides mine, so I insisted on touching and dirtying his breast with her... thick and hot. It was all new for me.
I lay on top of him mockingly and got all dirty with his cock my dick went soft and came out from underneath it we embraced in silence for about five minutes when i was almost asleep in that position he called me to take a shower.
In the bathroom, I complimented him a lot. He was surprised that I never did anal sex on my ex-girlfriend. I've never had any desire to do anal sex with women and don't know if she would like it either. We stayed in the shower for awhile. He washed himself and cleaned my dick and bag when I got aroused again and he made an asshole face. We kissed each other and felt his cock rise up.
I turned Gustavo against the wall with his back to me, and now I could see this beautiful white hard bundle of him. And then I started trying to put it in without success. So he grabs an air conditioner and asks for my permission to go through. Then I squeezed my dick into him slowly so that he didn't complain about any pain by making me do anything else. I saw his pretty little bundle and the damage that my dick was doing, and I'd go in too hard when he made fun of me.
We were washing again when he told me to hurry:
"Dry it off and wait for me in the room", he said.
Finish drying and we'll go together.
No, I need you to go in the room.
I don't want to leave your side, what will you do without me?
Do I really have to say that?
That what?
O innocent, you filled my fucking ass and I'm feeling stomach pains now.
Sorry, I'm going out.
I thought it was like a woman, you can keep the fuck inside without bothering and sleep like that.
I went up to his room, and when he came back we ordered pizza... ate it and had sex twice more.
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As I said, at the age of 17, I started a radiology technician course in the evening and was studying for my third year of high school in the morning.
The next year came and our school friendships were scarce, distant. My very strong friends were with Nicole (of course girlfriend), Thales and Nicole's girlfriends. Outside of the school my friendship with Artur's neighborhood guys was quite intimate. We were (and still are) great friends except for Arthur.
Thales was studying electronics and started dating a very pretty girl who immediately became everyone's friend. He was so happy with her, and you could see how happy she was with him too. She bragged about being with such a handsome boy. They were happy. Everyone around us was happy. But I wasn't...
I often recalled the jokes of years ago with Thales, and always tried to imagine what would happen in the future if we went ahead with our pranks.
In these "memories" I was masturbating again. I started to access gay porn sites and masturbate by watching videos and photos. Months went on, it became more intense. It was a daily routine for me to masturbate thinking about men.
And all of that hurt me, really badly. I felt like I was betraying her and sometimes it would make me a little sad to think about why I'm this way; I had everything right now to be happy with but then the problem started coming up -- she noticed my low morale at times and questioned it; I just talked about how concerned I was for my future and didn't want to cause trouble for her.
Months went by and I was getting worse, more attracted to men, wanting to experience a man's body with hair, with the voice of a man, smelling like a man.
In the middle of that year, my brother passed his military firefighter's competition and moved to Belo Horizonte. Things seemed only better for me: My mother finally had a good job and was every day a better person and my brother wasn't at home anymore. But nothing could take away from my agony.
I was 19 years old, a fucking eventful age and the rest of that year just went by.
The beginning of the next year came and my mother also moved to Belo Horizonte, when she was called for a competition that had been made months ago. She now supervised in a large hospital in BH. She took my sister who would finish high school there.
It was around this time that I graduated from the technical school as well, which is where I worked really hard and studied a lot and did an internship so good that it got me hired by a hospital.
I was happy again, very happy. Out of the blue I lived alone and had a job with extreme responsibility and good pay; my relationship remained normal but we were having even more sex; Nicole slept with me almost every day and made lots of love to us; we planned our future in great detail.
Shortly after, I bought a simple motorcycle: the Yamaha 125cc YBR. I was happy because it's my first property, my first vehicle. CNH took weeks from buying it. But things were still not right in my mind. I had an odd weight and I was sad but at the same time very curious to explore a male body.
The agony was so great that I had to give up on the relationship. (Laughter) Yes, I did. And I couldn't stand lying to myself anymore and feeling this sense of betrayal even though I never cheated on Nicole -- treason: something I have never done or would ever do. So I decided for the hard part: breaking up with Nicole; she didn't deserve it. There were no more happinesses in me. Everything depended on my agility and what I absorbed while studying.
I broke up with Nicole at my house. She sat on my bed and after a lot of talking, trying to lay the groundwork so that she wouldn't be too disappointed, I said we had to break up or at least have some time for each other. My argument was that you never hang out with anyone else; you never meet anybody else. You started dating way too young. But would I betray her?
After a lot of talking and crying, I took her away... came back feeling like a criminal.
As the week went by, and I was trying to focus on my work because it's very complex and I am still "learning", Nicole called me almost every day asking if she had made up her mind that we could come back.
But why was I like this? Because I wanted to try something new, different. What's stopping me now? Was I suffering and not going to do anything? No.
I had no idea how to try something with a guy, or what kind of face it would be.
So I decided to go into the UOL chat room, but not in my city's rooms. I wanted to meet someone from a neighboring town. If it worked out, if it was good, we were close. Otherwise it would be easy for us never to see each other again.
I stayed a few days in the chat and only found married guys wanting to "fun" , show boys or guys with very scrupulous conversations. Until one day, at Ouro Preto city hall 40 minutes from my town, I met a really cool guy who was talking for hours without lowering his level. We exchanged MSN and there we went on. I saw that he was cute by profile picture but didn't ask another until then. He had been a couple of weeks ago in the city because it is federal. It was a far away city almost in Goiás. We talked about philosophy, music, global warming and fuck four . Old man, the guy won me over with his sympathy. I didn't care anymore how he looked physically. This guy was amazing. His interior captivated me too much. We spent early nights chatting on MSN. So he asked to add him in Orkut (it was still that time of this social network) instead of asking for photos. He passed my profile, added it and went <unk>fuçar<unk>. Our... blue eyes and dark hair. That is exactly what happened, the hair wasn't at all light and the eyes were very blue. Skinny like myself. Fuck, besides being a really nice guy was also very handsome (always made my skinny or slightly fat type). Normal faces. I've never been attracted to a well-dressed guy, unlike most gays.) And he still seemed very masculine in his posture, which was essential for me. He didn't seem at all effeminate (I think that this is an immaturity issue because today I don't care if the guy has manners; what matters to me is his intelligence).
His name was (or rather, his name is) Gustavo and he liked me too. He showered me with compliments and began to whine at me calling me "myojo hair". Haha.
Okay, this guy had to be mine. I liked him too much and he liked me. In our conversations, I made it clear everything that was going on: He'd never been out with men before and ended a relationship; he said he wasn't the first man of another man and thinks he would like to be one; every day I was wanting more. And we marked...
We agreed that I would go to Ouro Preto early the next night after my work. I came home and took a good bath, put on black pants, black sneakers, a black shirt and leather jacket, also black. I was wearing a chain which fastened the wallet onto his trousers. I looked Gothic. Hehe. And left for Ouro Negro.
On the way, I was listening to Gravity Kills on my iPad (no longer in use), and I really liked this band but couldn't pay attention to their songs.
I arrived in town, at the square where we made our appointment. I knew Ouro Preto well because Nicole and I used to hang out there a lot. I texted him saying that he had already arrived, how I was dressed and on my motorcycle. I got confirmation of delivery but didn't get an answer from him. About five minutes went by, it was very dark, and then this guy comes towards me. He seemed to be smiling. Was it him? My heart almost came out of his mouth. I was much more nervous than when I lost my virginity. This guy walked right up close to me and kept walking. It just passed straight through. Dude old man! What the fuck is this? He had liked me and was such a nice guy. Didn't seem to be capable of this kind of stupidity. Fuck, did I come from another city for that? <unk> My thoughts were all over the place.
Did you wait long, boy?
I turned around and there was Gustavo, just like in the pictures. There's Gustavo talking to me and smiling at me. The other one -- I have no idea who he is. My nervousness must have made me create something that didn't even exist but now it was real.
"What about beauty?" I said.
We'd go to where he was living.
Gustavo was very handsome, simple and loose-fitting. He wore a white regatta jacket with tacked up bermuda shorts and flip flops. His legs had little hair on them; he was slightly taller than me but also quite thin; his eyes were blue, his beard hadn't been shaved for five days, and his hair was dark and short.
He got on his motorcycle. I took another helmet and headed to the republic where he lived. The republic was an old mansion in a very large baroque style. All rooms were individual with bathroom, but kitchen and living room were shared. He asked me to be quiet because being new in town, he didn't know how people would react if they saw him receiving visits and possibly being gay (he had been taken for granted since young).
We walked into his room. A large one with a bathroom, but simple. There was a single bed and a small wardrobe and a little desk. We sat on the bed, I asked for water and we talked long after asking me about my ex-boyfriend. We spoke much of music, what we heard, heavy bold lyrics. He loved Bjork. Until I had no more words to say and he didn't seem to have any anymore either. He was lying there with his feet out of the bed, and I looked at his legs.
And I looked at him, and he was really rooting for me. He nodded his head like "ah-ha".
"You're very shy", said Gustavo.
A little.
He came close to my face and kissed me very slowly. Gosh, that's incredible. I could feel his beard curling up on my face. His tongue was coming into my mouth quite discreetly. And then he got really excited about it and the more we were kissing each other,
I surrendered and began to kiss him harder holding his neck. I put one of my hands on a knee and was stroking the leg, feeling its cocks. I was now exploding with excitement. My dick looked like it would tear off underwear and pants. He grabbed me by my breast from over my shirt and kept caressing then he caressed my face as we were kissing each other. I started passing my hand around his thigh and discreetly pulling at his cocks while still holding his backside in another hand.
I kissed him again and in about 10 seconds he stopped, then took off my shirt and started to kiss me again. Now he was caressing my breast skin-to-skin. He could feel my penis throbbing as if I were going to make fun of it. So I pulled his shirt down too and stroked his thin but hairless chest and abdomen while he rubbed my belly button with a little bit more hair on them. We stayed for another few minutes.
He stopped kissing me again and stood up. Shit... his dick was too hard, I thought he wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Seeing that I understood, he got a little embarrassed and crouched down. He took off my sneakers and socks and went upstairs. He pulled out my belt and unbuttoned the pants and kept slowly removing them until they came loose.
You didn't tell me you were gifted, he said.
"I'm not", I said, taking my stick out and swinging at it back to the wall while still sitting in bed.
What is that stick? Look at the size of it. What's all this for? And it's thick on top!
"To make you happy". I said. And that's when I saw my penis was really big, 20 cm long and thick as he mentioned it; pink head exposed by being circumcised, full of veins to show off when hard.
When I said it was to make him happy, I pulled his head towards my dick but didn't put much effort. He went straight for sucking and felt that cute little warm mouth which I had just kissed while sucking on my cock and grabbing it with the right hand. My panties were at knee height Gustavo would blow me and punch what he remarked:
Boy, your cock is so big you can suck it and jerk off.
I took off my underwear, and he did it again. Now I was naked and he's sucking me. I moaned but I don't know at what time. I was in another world. Gustavo would suck on my bag, blow out my balls, lick my hairy thighs, which made my cock drool (and look how little he spits) and then go back to sucking my dick by hitting me.
I pulled his head and looked into your eyes. I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. I stood up, he got up and we started making out standing up. I rubbed my dick in it and caressed its little hard bundle over the bermuda shorts. I was gasping for air. I began exploring its little bundle inside of the underpants. Almost smooth too, by the very grooves. Gustavo stopped kissing me and took off his bermuda and became just a pantyhose. He had samba-song panties, which I thought were ugly and old until then. I changed my mind when I saw him like this today and also use them. It was cute with the stiff stick. I took off his panties and saw his dick. It must have been about 15 centimeters long, very white with half of the glans out, drooling, a little thin and with combs well trimmed. I grabbed its pinto and began to punch it, kissing him. This was the first stick that I had seen up close and now I was holding one. Fucking sensation, very whole. Very hard cock, looking like wood and warm.
I stopped kissing him and went to lay him on the bed. He fell backwards, so I laid down over him and started kissing again. Now my dick was rubbing against his bag and pocketbook. My body wasn't in control any more. He groaned. He grabbed my furry ass and forced himself onto it. It was time for me to get this guy. Time to fulfill my dream. But I had another dream...
Immediately he started sucking me and his dick was facing towards me. I did the same thing. It's salty, and it felt good. He stank well and I liked that. Hot hard cock in my mouth. What a perfect feeling. Sucked him caressing his ass and we stayed like this for some minutes but I would interrupt every hour because I was going to make fun of his mouth and I didn't want to joke yet. In one of these interludes, I licked his bag and went into one of my dreams: kiss an arse. And I did. What perfect hygiene, what a nice smell. It smelled like feminine oil I don't know how much lamp around his tight little ass and rosin started sticking my tongue in it he groaned louder which made me stick her even more while he sucked on me moaning
I got out of this position and went back over him, rubbing my dick on his ass. He moaned and scratched me in the back. I ducked down and raised your legs to my shoulders. I kissed him again while he was grabbing the head of my stick against his arse. Gustavo whimpered and crawled more and I started trying unsuccessfully to put a needle there. It didn't look like it would fit there. However, I had lost control and made an unnecessary force now.
Gustavo asked me to stop and stay there. He got up, came back with a skin cream. Kissed me again while I licked my penis with that strawberry smell exhaling out. What fucking horny thing was it? I laid him down the same way, legs on my shoulders and put his head in her lap forcibly. I started kissing more forcefully and my head went inside when he let go of a strong groan. I felt his tail squeezing my head and I penetrated very slowly but without stopping.
"Fuck, it hurts so much". said Gustavo.
<unk> Calm down, kitten. The pain will pass soon. This stick is for you. It's like that because I liked you. <unk> I was putting more while talking about it.
And my dick was sliding. I kissed him again and now I had the best feeling ever felt in my body. My cock was being clenched by his ass and I made slow back-and-forth movements, I caressed his face and kept pushing it slowly... and enjoyed myself. Yes, I did.
Now Gustavo was masturbating with my dick inside of him and he made fun in about 30 seconds. His fuck went straight to his chest, it's the first fucking I ever saw besides mine, so I insisted on touching and dirtying his breast with her... thick and hot. It was all new for me.
I lay on top of him mockingly and got all dirty with his cock my dick went soft and came out from underneath it we embraced in silence for about five minutes when i was almost asleep in that position he called me to take a shower.
In the bathroom, I complimented him a lot. He was surprised that I never did anal sex on my ex-girlfriend. I've never had any desire to do anal sex with women and don't know if she would like it either. We stayed in the shower for awhile. He washed himself and cleaned my dick and bag when I got aroused again and he made an asshole face. We kissed each other and felt his cock rise up.
I turned Gustavo against the wall with his back to me, and now I could see this beautiful white hard bundle of him. And then I started trying to put it in without success. So he grabs an air conditioner and asks for my permission to go through. Then I squeezed my dick into him slowly so that he didn't complain about any pain by making me do anything else. I saw his pretty little bundle and the damage that my dick was doing, and I'd go in too hard when he made fun of me.
We were washing again when he told me to hurry:
"Dry it off and wait for me in the room", he said.
Finish drying and we'll go together.
No, I need you to go in the room.
I don't want to leave your side, what will you do without me?
Do I really have to say that?
That what?
O innocent, you filled my fucking ass and I'm feeling stomach pains now.
Sorry, I'm going out.
I thought it was like a woman, you can keep the fuck inside without bothering and sleep like that.
I went up to his room, and when he came back we ordered pizza... ate it and had sex twice more.
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