♪ I'm the one who loves you so much

I had never thought about the weight of the word impact until I saw that image in front of me. The bus stopped on busy Augusta Street Friday night and from inside, along with a few other passengers, I see him get off: tall, slender, neither brown nor white and an unruly ponytail hanging over his head. I must confess to having an irresistible attraction for hairy men. It's something that takes my mind off course and if you have a pretty smile next to it things become out-of-control.
He looked kind of lost to me, like a beautiful cat falling off the roof and not quite knowing where he was going. Looked down at the street as if he didn't know where I was looking up, look down, look forward where I stood on the crowded sidewalk bar with my long neck in his mouth drinking my beloved beer. The beaten-up jeans that fit perfectly seemed tailor made for this body. A white shirt and a denim jacket completed his appearance. If it wasn't so tall I would say James Dean had finished deer hunting.
He crossed the street and came towards me. My eyes were still fixed on his figure, and I was so struck that to my eye he danced like an antelope as it moved.
- Man do you know around here where there is a bar that plays live music and has a cool gallery? Hearing this question from your mouth almost made me stick hard with the sound of his voice. I controlled myself and replied: "Dude have several around here. You are in bass augusta where it's everything all night long. It depends on what kind of audience you prefer".
He smiled, and it was the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
- I like fun people and good with life and a nice music to go along.
- There's one that opens in a few minutes down the street, and it has this very diverse mixed audience: gay, straight, queer, normal...
My name is Tato, can I have a beer with you while I wait for the bar to open?
I'm thinking of going there too find a gallery suddenly we can go together.
We'd get a beer for each other and keep talking, he would say all sorts of things to me but I could only hear myself think: "I want this guy.
After several beers and a lot of talking we decided to go down towards the bar that was on the corner of Frei Caneca with Antônio de Queiroz. The line was huge and the capacity of the bar was always small. Outside you could hear the sound of the band already playing. With much effort and tightness, we went in and headed for the stage where it was impossible to stay so long because there were too many people. We walked toward the bar to get some more beer and also difficult service.
I've never seen it so crowded.
He smiled at me with his mouth almost leaning against mine due to the crowded place and in that hour I looked into his eyes and felt lost.
You can't enjoy the sound, you cannot drink it so I don't.
- Let's get out and go somewhere else, the night is a child! <unk> I spoke by putting my mouth in his ear and smelling her hair deliciously perfumed with wild scent. I missed it!!!
He walked towards the door with a lot of difficulty and I immediately leaned behind him. I could feel his body heat trapped in those jeans. So close that I started to have an erection as we were walking toward the exit. I don't know if it was desire or delirium but I felt his butt rubbing my dick and this made me more excited. Was I imagining things? Suddenly we stood on the stairs without being able to walk so crowded. He took my hand and pulled me out to try to escape from that congestion of people. Already outside the bar breathing relieved.
- Dude I need a beer urgently. What do you suggest? <unk> He asked me smiling.
-If I said what I would like to suggest maybe you'd miss me.
- Talk to him brother, I'm not weird at all.
I've got cold beer at home, and I live across the street.
Are you trying to fuck with me, man?
He smiled at me and put his hand on my shoulder.
- I may be crazy, man. Or it could just be the beer... but come on!
When we got home, he took off his shoe and ran to the bathroom. I had a hard time peeing so I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and waited for him on the couch.
- Can I take off my expensive jacket?
- You can take it all off.
He took off his jeans jacket, threw himself into a corner and sat down beside me already pouring the beer in that beautiful mouth.
"Why are you looking at me like that, brother?" I replied with a pull on the neck bringing our faces closer together and initiating a wet beer-flavored kiss. My tongue invaded this mouth as a soldier invades enemy territory. He reciprocated my kiss with equal ardour and soon we were both in only underwear rubbing against each other's bodies like two animals in heat. Our stone hard boobs rubbed into one another and it was such an enormous bondage that I thought I wouldn't be able to hold onto fun for long. Soon we were in a delicious 69 where one swallowed the other's dick like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
I turned him towards me and kissed his mouth with sweetness and aggressiveness at the same time, sucked out his lips and felt his alcoholic breath mixing into mine. Turned him from behind and stood admiring that masculine ass, not very big but quite hard, a normal man's butt, forged by time and he was only 30 years of age like myself. I pulled down his panties and dipped my mouth in this lovely void so desired by me. He groaned loudly and asked to go slow wasn't used to doing passive.
I stuck my tongue into that delicious ass and deluded myself with its moans. No band could have a more delightful sound to hear. My tongue swirled around the tight little hole, sometimes entering it making him writhing in pleasure. With one swift gesture I ripped off his ponytail's rubber band and spread those hairs like waves across his face and down his back. Never saw such beautiful picture.
I passed the head of my stick into his reins and pressed down on him, seeking passage.
- You're driving me crazy, man.
My cock obeyed his request and went into that tight little hole until I could feel my balls landing on her ass. I began to move in and out of her lovely butt as I plunged my nose through the profusion of fragrant curls which was her hair. Painlessly, I stuck it into this tail and with each stroke it opened wider letting me go all the way inside. I turned him over and put a roast chicken onto him and with his legs leaning against my shoulders struck the stick vigorously entering completely into his lovely pussy.
- That brother fucks me like that without delicacy. We're two males fucking each other. He eats hard, punches everything inside of me. I obeyed and sucked him in the ass until it felt as if fun was approaching. I took his stick, which had been stiff all along, and began to beat a fist at him who moaned and snorted like hallucinated. He let out a loud groan, almost a scream.
I'm going to make fun of you, man!
Me, too!
We had fun together, and it was such a good time that my balls hurt. I kissed the guy with so much ardour that I feared to injure his lips. We drank some more beers and suddenly we saw the sun slowly rising giving the first signs of daylight. He already dressed in his beat-up jeans and white shirt walked towards the door, tied his hair on a ponytail, gave me a nice kiss and hurried away. He told me he would still work that Saturday.
I'll see you around, man.
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That story would be perfect if it was filmed with a soundtrack by Lana Del Rey.