Of the men with a thesis on empty night

Early Saturday to early Sunday in São Paulo, what should have been a hectic night was just the shadow of a scared and empty city as we were on curfew due to post-Christmas pandemic.
I remembered the ballad nights that were long gone, and kept looking out of my window at night.
I took my shorts off and put on a Bermuda suit of some kind, wore a T-shirt and with the mask over my face decided to go down into that building's lobby.
I greeted the doorman and stood in front of the building staring into space, when suddenly he approached me on a bicycle that seemed to be part of his body from how much time he spent wearing it.
He had only lived in the building for a short time, I'd already met him on an elevator but he seemed to me somewhat clumsy or even unpleasant since he hardly looked at people when greeting them with a dry hello. Even though I thought it was strange I can't deny that I felt some attraction towards this almost stranger. He must have been about 45 years old, dark-skinned, slightly shorter than me and extremely shabby and masculine. But his face always showed few friends as if he were in an environment not his own.
He got off his bicycle and as he passed me, saying good night. I decided to help him by holding the elevator door so that he could put on his bike and went up with him in the same lift.
He thanked me dry.
- I was looking at the night and breathing a little, thinking how nice it would be to sit in a boat with an ice-cold beer.
- I have cold beer at home.
- Is that an invitation?
- If you accept it's an invitation if you refuse will be just a comment. <unk> He smiled and that was the first time I found some trace of sympathy in this mature man who when smiling showed wrinkles around his eyes which made him more charming.
I got out of the elevator on his floor and held the door for him to ride off with a bicycle. We went into his apartment, and one thing struck me; unlike mine, there was hardly any furniture in it - just a large room with some books and magazines sitting on a coffee table and a small couch. He put the bike away and came back upstairs holding a can of beer in his hand offering me vodka ice cream and lemon.
Then he tore off his shirt and threw it on the couch. I could see that spectacularly masculine, muscled body in just the right measure. It was an absolutely youthful body which contrasted charmingly with its slightly gray hair. I confess at this moment a gentle warmth went up my legs and down to my face and a strong excitement took hold of me. I caught the wave and followed him into the small kitchen where he began preparing our drinks. He handed me the glass with vodka and lots of ice and stood before me with his cup in his hand. He took a long swallow of the drink and looked me straight in the eye, and without saying anything he pulled my neck and gave me a strong kiss that was wet with lemon and alcohol. I sucked out his tongue to taste this deliciously intense kiss; then his firm lips opened wide so I could penetrate into that delightful mouth.
He ripped off my shirt and leaving the glass aside he kissed my neck and went down his mouth all over my torso until it got to my nipples where he licked and gave me little bites causing intense shivers. His voracious hands were running across my back and then they were patting on my buttocks kneading my butt with intensity and hunger. Everything was happening very fast, I barely knew her name and we were already almost fucking. I pulled him out and kept kissing that delicious mouth while our sticks rubbed hard like pieces of wood. His hands continued to touch my butt and he suddenly turned me over, leaving me leaning down on the little sink. I felt his tongue go down my back giving me a complete shiver. He opened up my small buttocks since I'm practically straight without any butt as I usually say, put his tongues in my groin and I could feel that warm wet tongue moistening my ass. It is always a very good feeling a nice lick of the bottom.
Still feeling the warmth of that tongue I turned around and my dick stood at his mouth he unceremoniously cupped my cock giving a nice sucking swallowing me all tearing up a groan and i held his head beating my stick as deeply into his mouth.
- I want to fuck that ass your hot face! <unk> Smiling without grace and giving him a kiss said:
- I don't give a shit, man. I have no talent for passive acting. <unk> He smiled, took the glass and looking into my eyes gave me another sip.
- I also do not usually make passive face and there as we do?
- There are a million ways for two horny men to have fun together and we can explore all the possibilities.
Hearing this, he pulled me into his room and led me to the window where he stood with his back towards a deserted street and kissed my mouth. I sucked on his lips and went down through that wonderful body licking every little bit while he moaned for pleasure. I swallowed his hard cock licking each centimeter of that cute pussy not too big but straight and very beautiful. He groaning opened his legs wide, I bent over and licked the space between the bag and the beginning of the reins touching the tip of his tongue in its tiny hole which was hot and very close making me crazy from erection. He groaned very loudly and held my head between his legs while my tongue licked that sweet space of his body.
He turned around and put his head out the window with his ass leaning against my face. I stood up, pushed my dick into his butt which unlike mine was very fleshy and muscular and had a slight tingling mark on it.
- Fuck my ass, man!
- You sure you want to do this, man?
In the mute servant's drawer there is gel and condom.
I quickly grabbed the gel, licked that fleshy ass good and sticking my finger up his arse made me realize how tight it was.
I put on my condom and started to brush that hot little hole, and felt the head of my dick fit snugly into his asshole, and I could feel the warmth from those bands in his butt grabbing at my cock.
Shove your stick up my ass!
Hearing that I pushed my stick and felt half the cock go in at once into that tight ribbon.
"Oh, my fucking ass!" He said that and banged his closed hand on the window sill. In a steady motion he shoved his butt backwards and pulled me by the waist making my dick go up to its heel in his rear end.
- Fuck man how it hurts. My ass is busted with that pause of yours fuck dude! Get deep you're fucking a male
I went crazy hearing that, so I grabbed him by the waist and gave three hard punches to his buttocks.
Fuck my ass hard.
- You fucking guy! That ass of yours is delicious! Tight and hot, too tasty! <unk> I gave another deep punch in his butt and he started shaking legs moaning loudly and I felt that he was going to make fun. I increased the strokes going deep and strong into his hole.
I'm going to make fun of you, man.
He said that, and I walked away taking the roller off his ass. And he got down on one knee and started making fun of me while I was pointing my stick at him...
We hugged and kissed deeply, licking each other's faces with my pussy.
We took a quick shower together and drank more vodka while talking about music and movies.
A few days later I met him in the elevator with a very handsome young man, and he looked at me kind of awkwardly as if to say: "Don't talk to me.
I returned his frightened look and just made it clear with my eye that I understood your message.
Another pleasant adventure for you.
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A picture of my dick when I remember him and two pictures that remind me too much of his way.