A Quiet Watcher With His Neighbor's Net

I'm Raul. As soon as I arrived in São Paulo I went to live with my sister and my brother-in-law, while I couldn't get a job and adjust to life. I had ended a relationship in the interior, I was 33 years old and decided to start again far from my city. A couple of months later, I got a job as a night watchman on a big construction site, working nights on a 12/36 schedule, spending the afternoons at home, having a little beer every now and then, wanting a little time to calm my heart. There, at work, I made friends with Julio, a younger guy, 28 years younger than me, newly arrived from the northeast, wealthy, well-dressed and with a cafajeste attitude. He worked as a security guard in the building next to where I worked and lived in the house of my uncles. One day he told me that he wanted to get a place to live, but he was having trouble finding something he could afford. I told him that I had the same plans and we came to the conclusion that we could share a place. A few days passed, and my sister told me that she had vacated a small two-room house in the neighborhood near the house where we lived. On my leave, I visited the house, and I liked it very much. It was small, neat, and safe, for the owner lived in the house across the street, and there were two other small houses like the one I had just checked. My sister talked to the landlady, who knew her from the neighborhood, and so we rented and decided to move. Julio took the bachelor's bed where he slept, I took my mattress and a dresser where I put my clothes, we bought a stove and a refrigerator and a few other things, for two single men, it was enough. We agreed that we would avoid bringing a wife to stay at home, to avoid embarrassment for the partner, at most we could score a fuck when the other one was cheating. As I said, in the house opposite there lived the landlady, a widow who lived with her grandson, a young boy, handsome, light brown with a black hair, cut well round, which made him look like an Indian. In the second cottage lived a childless couple, who spent all day outside working. In another cottage, which was smaller than ours, lived a forty-year-old man with an invocative manner, and right at the end was our house. We moved in, and we really liked our new home, and we were finally settled in and didn't have to bother our relatives. In the early days, when I was alone in the afternoons, I watched Diego, the grandson of the owner, an affected little boy, full of tricks, spoiled too much, I think because he lived with his grandmother, who treated him with a lot of pampering. Sometimes when she wasn't home, he'd come home from school in the afternoon with a classmate, or other kids from the neighborhood, lock himself in the house, say he was playing video games, but I think he was at the whorehouse with the kids, but it wasn't my business. I've also seen him leave Moses's house a few times, the guy who lived alone in the smaller house. Once I was sitting in front of the house, no shirt, only shorts and he came from school, put on a very small knit shorts, and went towards where I was and stared at me non-stop. He was a cute little boy, with a big body and thick thighs, and he looked like a little girl, with a very round bundle, but his manner bothered me, and I was a little annoyed. <unk> What are you looking at moleque? <unk> I asked him, who looked at me half without grace and answered: "Nothing dear! Just looking at you. Can't you?" He asked with that little voice that was half-affected and a little daring. <unk> Yes, you can, I just think it's strange that you're staring at me. Did you think I'm pretty? - I asked half derisively. He looked at me with a whore's face and smiled, leaving without answering anything. Several times the same scene was repeated, he saw me alone and approached with that little sleepy face. Once he even entered the house and stood looking at me and saying random things while I was washing the dishes. Another week I was kind of down, kind of upset, feeling lonely, and coincidentally my friend Julio was also on vacation, and we started drinking at home, we always had beer in the fridge. We were already a bit excited, it was mid-afternoon and Diego approached and was pulling the subject, with that way of needy veal. It took an hour that he bent down to tie his shoes and his shorts came down a little bit, showing the box. At that time I saw the eyes of Julio aiming at the bundle of the moleque, I think moved by the drink. Shortly after the moleque came out and he commented to me: <unk> That moleque is a nice guy, isn't he? Sometimes I'm alone here and he has a soft conversation. I think he's crazy to take a roll in the ass. One day I still lose my head and put a roll in it. <unk> I was with my eyes wide open, scared, listening to my friend talk. - Are you crazy, Julio? - Don't get involved in this. <unk> What a roll that's nothing, man! Did you see his bundle how fleshy it is? And I always see some little faces with him, I think there are some guys who eat him when grandma is not at home. <unk> I kept my friend's words in my head. I confess that I even got a little excited, after all a bundle was always very good, even younger. It must be the alcohol and the loneliness thinking about me. Julio said he was going to the bakery down the street for a walk and I stayed home, drinking some more. It was very hot, I took off my clothes, just my boxers, I went to my mattress with my tin in my hand, I was listening to a pit music on my phone, when I heard the door open slightly and some light steps coming in, I imagined it was Julio coming home, when suddenly I saw Diego's head on the door of my room, looking at me with that cute little face. <unk> What do you want moleque? What are you looking at? <unk> I asked, seeing his big eye in the direction of my cock in my underwear. <unk> I'm alone at home, my grandmother went to some church functions, so I came here to stay with you. Can I? <unk> He said that without taking his eyes off my dick, which was getting hard. I was a little changed by the beer and decided to be a good boy. I'll put on some shorts and we'll go to the living room. He said that and before I could answer, he was already sitting on the mattress. I raised my body and leaned against the wall, I already felt my hard cock, marking my underwear and tried to disguise, but the guy looked at my cock, looked at my face and said: <unk> You have a pause Raul! Very big guy! I've never seen a stick this size. <unk> I was awkward with the comment and spoke quickly: <unk> You'd better go now. This conversation isn't right. Someone might think it's wrong. <unk> I didn't even finish talking and I felt his little hand squeezing my dick. Who's going to think Raul's wrong? It's just the two of us here. He said squeezing my dick and I gave a groan, liking that warm hand on my pussy. <unk> It's big and soft guy! Let me see straight? <unk> He said looking at me with his mouth half open, almost salivating. I lowered my panties and released my pooch that was knitting hard. It's been a long time since I fucked, that no one gave a treat to my fuck. He held my stick and stood looking very closely. <unk> Have you ever sucked on a soft stick? <unk> He didn't answer, he just opened his little mouth and started licking the head of my dick, soaking it well and sucking with that small, warm and soft mouth. That little veal was used to sucking a cock. After licking a lot, he started to force his throat, trying to swallow everything, but the stick only went halfway, but it was still very tasty. I held his little head and started to punch my dick in his mouth, fucking like a piglet. He moaned and sucked, lying on the mattress, with his little plate on top. <unk> Motherfucker! Suck my dick! Swallow it all. <unk> I'd say and put my paw in that little mouth. I'd put my hand down his back, then reach for his fleshy bundle and start to run my finger through his forearms, he'd moan and push the bundle, opening it all up. By that time I was going crazy with excitement. I emptied the side tin and punched my stick in his mouth, making him choke. I tried to sink my finger in his little ass, but it felt too tight. He said that and I took my finger out of his ass and wet it in my mouth, at the same time I saw him take his hand to his mouth and spit in his ass. Then I dipped my finger into his ass, feeling the heat of that tight hole. It was as if I was fucking him while he was sucking me. He swallowed almost all my dick and I felt the fun coming, I hadn't been joking for a long time. Mama veal! I'll mock you in your little mouth! I'll milk you, little moleque. I held his head and sank my cock, which began to pour hot milk. <unk> Swallow it all motherfucker! Don't drop anything! Drink the male's milk. <unk> I was talking feeling my dick pulsing in that hot little mouth. He swallowed it all, obediently. Shit! It's much more lively here than in the street. I want too! I looked scared and saw Julio at the door, with the hard pause outside. The moleque also looked in the same direction and then looked at my face. 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