The friend of my dreams.

A few years ago I worked a lot and was away from home a lot. Even though I had been living in the building for a while, I hardly knew anyone, I had very few people to talk to regularly. I had a certain friendship with the neighbor across the street and also with the guy next door, he was separated, lived alone and lived with a Corinthians shirt day and night. Sometimes I thought he had a dozen team shirts or never washed the one he wore. My nephew lives in the country, and my sister called me and asked me to host him and a little friend who were coming to a computer and games event, something like that, and these events bring together thousands of young nerds, and some of them even camp out on the premises to be closer. I agreed and warned them that they had to turn themselves in because I wouldn't have time to be the nanny of the marmanjos, my sister reassured me saying that they were well resolved. I received them at the end of the day, they slept electric and anxious to get up early in the morning, because they would leave very early for such an event. I gave them money, I taught them right where I went to take the subway and so, almost at dawn, they went out excited and I worked. I came back early in the evening and found the two of them excitedly sitting on the sofa talking about the events of the day, and I noticed that along with them was a gentleman about the same age, but a little shorter, light brown, thick thighs, though thin, wearing round glasses that gave him a funny look. They introduced me to the moleque, told me that he lived in the building next to mine and that they met on the subway on the way to the event. Talking to them, the moleque said his name was Pedro and that he knew me, because he had several friends who lived in my building and always saw me going in or out. I took a shower and took the three of them to eat in the restaurant next to my building, they talked excitedly about everything and I watched the enthusiasm of the crowd. I noticed that Pedro, even paying attention to the boys, looked at me a lot and sometimes had a kind of strange way of crossing his arms over his chest and gesturing with his hands. When we returned home they said goodbye to Pedro and my nephew told him that the next day they would go to the fair again, but that they would return earlier because they would take the bus to the interior at the end of the afternoon. The other day, a Friday, my nephew and his friend went out again, late in the afternoon he called me from the Barra Funda bus station saying goodbye and thanking me for having received them so well. I came home tired after a stressful Friday at work, I took a shower, I put a lasagna in the microwave to warm up and I took a beer to relax. I was looking at the newspaper, it must have been around 22:00 when the doorbell rang and I thought it was my neighbor from the front, but when I opened the door I found Pedro wearing a white T-shirt, those football shorts and the round glasses, which made him look funny. "Hey uncle, are the kids all right?" He said that and went into the apartment. I closed the door and sat on the couch, where he was already sitting. Carlinhos said goodbye to you yesterday and said he was leaving this afternoon, remember? I spoke looking at him and wondering the way that moleque entered without ceremony in my apartment. - It's true uncle. I think I confused thinking that they would go tomorrow. <unk> He answered giving a slight chuckle, showing some beautiful teeth and an angelic face. - Let's make a deal Peter: Don't call me uncle, we're not related after all. - I said smiling. - So you're fine at this hour walking around the building? - I asked. - I was at a friend's house who lives upstairs here so I decided to stop by to see the boys. <unk> I was sitting next to him, wearing a samba song underwear and a large regatta and incredibly I noticed that he was looking at the middle of my legs through those round lenses. I tried to control myself and convince myself that maybe it was my impression. - Your parents don't care that you're walking around like this at this hour? -I live alone with my mother and she's not even interested in what I do. She went out with some friends for a ballet and it's not too late either, I'm old enough to go out alone uncle. <unk> I looked at him with a kind of anger and half a smile. - Sorry. I called you uncle again. <unk> He smiled and put his hand on my thigh pressing a little. I was with a reclusive erection, I had not fucked for days, with a lot of work and the simple touch of that moleque caused me a shiver, I felt the stick react. I tried to disguise, but the soft tissue of the samba song revealed the volume. I looked at the moleque half awkwardly and this time I noticed his well-directed look at my dick. - I said that while I was moving around on the couch, hoping that the guy would go away before I got all hard in front of him. - Yeah, I got confused and here I am with you. I think I'm going to leave, I don't want to bother you. <unk> He said that with his eyes completely directed to the middle of my legs. I turned the fuck button and pulsed the stick making that up and down movement. He kept looking and I opened my legs, which made my pause that was already too hard to come out of the side of the panties. He looked, licked his beautiful, fleshy and rosy lips and spoke: I was surprised and at the same time elated by the moleque's comment and I just replied: - Same face. Very horny face. Single man thing. <unk> He took his hand to my lap and touched the head of my dick that came out from the side. I didn't say anything, just opened my legs and pulled the side of the samba song leaving my dick all exposed, he wrapped it with those youthful little hands and started a back and forth movement snatched me a tasty groan. I was going to say something to him, but in a quick movement that little bitch lay down in my dick and began to swallow my cock that was hard as iron. It was a soft mouth and very hot and I, not believing what was happening, I held his head and began to punch my dick lightly, sinking until it sank into the throat of the sucker that swallowed without much difficulty, showing that he had experience. - Hot fuck uncle. Fuck my mouth, I love to suck a pussy like yours. <unk> This time I didn't object to him calling me uncle, I just stood up a little and ripped off my underwear and shirt getting naked and, holding his head, I punched my dick right in the bottom, feeling the softness of that little velvet mouth. The molecule swallowed and licked my dick and my balls and whimpered low, making me crazy with a hard-on. I lowered my hand down his back and then I was shoving into his shorts, looking for the middle of his little bundle, where I stuck my fingers and was sucking his little dick. As soon as I felt my finger sinking his little pussy, he moaned loudly and, if he came, he stood on top of the sofa with his tail wide open. I stood up with my stick pointed forward like a sword, ripped his shorts off as he ripped his shirt off, and I saw that delicious, naked, four-legged guy on my couch with his ass at my disposal, and I opened the bands of his ass and stuck my tongue right into his little hole, licking and forcing as if I wanted to penetrate him, and he twisted and groaned and said things that drove me crazy: I want to feel that pause breaking through me. I stood up and went to the dresser drawer next door, got some gel and condoms that were always around for occasions like this. I put the condom on and put a lot of gel on my dick, I had already noticed that even though he was a rookie, that asshole had already taken a roll, he already had marks of other fucking. I put my dick on the little boy's door and I was pushing the dick that went soft to the heel, the guy bit a pillow and pushed his ass until I felt my thighs touch his little bundle, so he gave a little roll, I held his waist and began to go in and out of that warm, soft hole. - Fuck me uncle. It's nice. It breaks my ass. <unk> I held it tighter in his hips and began to stock deep in his ass, the little bastard moaned and asked for more, I increased the stockings and soon he began to moan louder and say a lot of whoring. You're breaking my ass, you're opening my ass, you're fucking me hard, you're making me your little whore. I sat on the couch with my head up and he sat with my dick in his ass and his legs around my waist, and I started punching my dick from the bottom up, sticking his dick in like a cookie while he kissed me on the mouth and rode around like a seasoned whore, and we sat like that for a long time until I announced that we were having fun. - I'm going to make fun of my little whore, fill your kitchen with milk. I pulled my dick out of him and stood in front of him, he pulled out my condom and stuck his tongue out. I took off his glasses and, pointing my dick at that cute little face, I punched him in the dick and poured a lot of hot milk, caressing the face and mouth of the little whore who licked his lips with satisfaction while punching himself. He swallowed my dick again and then joked about getting into my thighs. We took a shower, and we sat on the couch for a while, and we hugged, and we talked about what had happened, and he gave me his number, and before he left, he told me that whenever I wanted to, just give me a ring, that he would come and kick my ass. As I opened the door for him to leave, I ran into my Corinthian neighbor coming home, and he looked at me and the boy and said with a half-cynical smile: How's it going with Tito? The kid walked into the elevator, and he walked up to me, and he said in a low voice, I was a bit awkward, I didn't have much intimacy with him like that. - Relax, man. Everybody's fucked this guy. He's all machina, but the little fucker's crazy about rolling. He started with the football guys and then he was after the older guy. His mother was widowed early and was fine with his father's inheritance, but he raised the guy half loose and he's like this total fucker. I've eaten several times, even the doorman here in the building has fucked him in the den. I was kind of anesthetized by all this information, but I was too relaxed and too satisfied with that wonderful fuck, and I knew I was going to fuck that guy again. And your vote is a darling to me. Hugs to all and thank you for your affection always. Photos: The little whore's ass and me samba song.