The Bakery Dream (1)

(Transcribed from the testimony of a friend.)
In my teenage years, one of the things I liked most was when my mother sent me to buy bread and milk from a bakery. Whether it was in winter with that thin girl making everything blurry or during summer under the hot sun, I loved going there for shopping as well as spying on sweets which made my mouth water. Your Eusebius the owner always treated me very kindly even though I didn't understand much about this. On the other hand what I could see were the greedy looks Lucas son of Eusebio had directed at me. They were looks that at first made me uncomfortable, but as time went on they became somewhat exciting!
Lucas was a little shorter than me, also plump and chubby-mouthed, always with slightly pink lips and an air of false innocence. We never had the opportunity to be alone in the bakery since his Eusebius would not go about saying that it was the owner's eye which fattened the cattle - an expression I had no idea what meant. On some occasions I saw Lukas leaving school and could see how he followed me around looking for something that soon disappeared as he closed up the scene, lowering his head and speeding along.
We were in that time of life where everything was discovered, especially when it came to sex. I looked at Lucas and saw a huge possibility; the fat guy seemed like he had an interesting body, and I got excited about touching him, feeling him close to me; since childhood I have always been attracted by bodies, whether they are female or male, and on this aspect fat guys and females always let me down hard. What I needed was a chance alone with Luke to find out what he kept in those eyes. His Eusebius had an assistant named Anastasia, a striking and smiling black woman whose full breasts drew the attention of all but those young men who daily flocked to the bakery for their quitutes.
Anastasia had a baked dream that was simply divine and whenever I would have some leftover caramels, she'd buy me a delicacy and end up devouring it for lunch; one day I was surprised by the absence of the owner of the bakery who according to Anastacia was absent in order to solve some personal problems.
"Are you crazy enough to eat one of those?" she asked, pointing at the tray full of candy that had just come out from the kitchen. I nodded timidly:
At first I was surprised by the invitation, but like any cuddly little fellow it didn't take long for Anastasia to lower her steel door in half and walk down a corridor that led into the back of the bakery; we left the area reaching a small courtyard overlooking some kind of warehouse; she went inside and sat on a tiny wooden barrel. "O Lucas!
-What do you want, old whore? <unk> he asked in an irritated tone still looking at me if I sneak.
"Your little friend here wants a free dream!" she replied with a hint of irony in her voice.
Lucas threw his cigarette on the floor stepping over it and then approached Anastasia beginning to open up the top part of the pastry-maker's dress which looked at me exhibiting a sullen little smile; when he had finished her breasts were showing for my astonished gaze; they were large with slightly pointed beaks surrounded by haloes of somewhat lighter complexion.
Having done so, Lucas pulled down his pants sporting a medium-sized very thick cock whose hardness was unsettling and glued his body to Anastasia's allowing her to manipulate the tool while he sucked his nipples alternating them in his greedy mouth. "Did you see how she does it? So if you want show him sweet pica and come here for me play with her! ", She suggested in an interrupted voice. Those huge breasts were true monuments of beauty for a drunken teenager whose only sexual fun consisted of some masturbations watching pornographic magazines obtained on crotch .
I clung to the black woman's body in crotchless trousers and began wrestling her nipples with Lucas' ever-thirsty mouth while she masturbated me with her other hand; it was a curious scene of two hardcore teenagers being jerked off by an overgrown nigger slut who moaned like a dog when she felt our lips sucking and biting at her nips. Suddenly, Anastasia interrupted the fun kneeling between us and licking and sucking on our limbs that she alternated in her mouth and sometimes rubbing them against her breasts. Lucas stared at me with a drowsy expression, biting his lips and grimacing in reaction to Anastasia's gluttonous mouth. We had just reached climax simultaneously and the black one made sure to point our limbs towards her breasts licking them off with whitish jets that projected out of them
-Ahhh! That's good for shit! <unk> she commented in an exasperated tone while spreading the gooey gum on her breasts like it was cream. <unk> Now, you two try to stay right there and get ready then come to the bakery where I give you your little present.
It was a strange moment, but also intense with an exchange of glances full of intentions and some insinuating expressions; I did want to say something, however Anastasia's cry announced that the daydream had come to an end. Armed with my usual package as well as my "little present", I returned home and when my mother asked how I got it I replied that it was a gift from Lucas whom she knew by sight.
The next day, on the way out of school I approached him saying that I needed a favor. "What do you want?" he asked with an uncouth tone and suspicious look. Without losing his composure I told him about the story my mother had told me and asked him to confirm it in case she came asking questions; for a moment Lucas didn't say anything and after looking around to make sure we were alone he replied emphatically:
-Do you know the pottery that is at the end of the street behind the stream? <unk> he asked; I answered yes and he continued <unk> Before you go to the bakery pass there ..., I will wait for you!
Immediately Lucas turned his back on me and walked away, leaving me alone with all possible expectations; shortly before the start time he told my mother that I needed to take some notes with a friend and then I would go down to the bakery for an afternoon snack. She smiled at me and gave me the money; there I went to meet Luke. The old pottery only worked in the morning because the owner had other business to do during the afternoons and it looked more like an abandoned facility by this time of day.
With some difficulty, I slipped through the gap between the concrete pilasters and made my way inside; it didn't take long for me to see Lucas who was completely naked handling his already very hard roll. "Come on, jerk! Suck me up, go!" he demanded with a sharp tone while still looking at the sides; I gave him a smile and ran until he got down on one knee and started sucking that thick cock with enormous eagerness, which caused Lukas to groan in excitement.
-Ahhh! Bitch that gave birth! How you suck tasty! <unk> he commented in a reserved voice <unk> Suck like a little whore!... Ahhh! Uhhhh! That! It does not stop! I obeyed by sucking Lucas' cock with enormous dedication while squeezing his buttocks with my hands making him stay very close to me ..., and without warning I separated them and spat on his ass who blinked; he tried to back off, but I didn't let him do it.
-Aiii! Shit! What are you doing, abused? <unk> he asked in an exasperated tone no longer offering any more resistance to my fingers <unk> That..., that ..., is ... good! Ahhh! You piece of shit! I'm not gay, see?
- Neither am I! <unk> replied without losing the rhythm of sucking on your dick <unk> But just like me ..., you enjoy it, right? Now ... you're going to suck me!
I stood up and lowered my trousers, exposing my stiff member to Luke's expressive gaze that still displayed an expression of repudiation but before he could react I pulled him toward me and glued my lips to his; it was a tongue kiss so tasty they both didn't want it to end, although Lucas soon lost control by getting down on one knee and manipulating my limb which was as thick as his and slightly larger.
-Glub, glub ..., Ahhh! If you tell this to anyone I'll kill you! <unk> he threatened with a voice interrupted by the greedy blowjobs that he gave me making my cock disappear inside his mouth.
Lucas sucked so good that I surrendered to him, throwing my head back and moaning with a hard-on while he didn't stop sucking with puffy blowjobs squeezing my buttocks, but not daring to finger my ass. <unk>Ahhh! Wait! wait! Let's do it differently! Also let me suck you up!<unk>, I asked in an embarrassed tone holding his head and making him look at me. Looking at his confused little face, I remembered a scene from one of my magazines where men and women were sucking each other.
I looked around and saw an old wooden platform (the name of the time for pallet) on a piece of waxed canvas; I took Lucas by the hand and led him to that place, found it funny how he was looking at me while arranging my wax lying down. "Come over ... but with your stick near my mouth!" It was an indescribable feeling to suck on a stick and get sucked at the same time; Lucas had such a nasty little mouth, and long afterwards I would find out that no one ever sucks like this.
And when at last mutual enjoyment broke out we had our faces licked by the hot, thick fuck that our boobs were ejaculating with an impressive profusion; we remained in the same position still panting and a little feverish, with droplets of sweat pouring from our pores; I loved to smell the pleasant scent of mocking macho man and took advantage of the situation to take a peephole, separating Lucas' buttocks and tonguing his blinking button pinching its crotches and making the boy groan almost in whisper.
We had to run away from the place when we heard a disturbing noise and I ran to the bakery getting our usual items returning home with an expression of joy that even my mother was suspicious but said nothing or asked. After that day, Lucas and I did not become intimate friends publicly, on the contrary we acted with the same distance but with subtlety of glances and discreet expressions; at the same time the pottery became our secret stronghold where we went whenever possible to enjoy tastes of breastfeeding and some more daring caresses.
On one of those dates, after a good oral hookup I didn't miss the opportunity to finger his ass that made a grimace but soon opened up an arrogant little smile holding my cock half-bomb and punching until it got hard again allowing him to pounce while I stuck my middle finger in its saddle ring hitting really deep. And what was not my surprise is that his dick became rigid. I found this so exciting that shortly thereafter he was fingering and poking Lucas who devoted himself to sucking my stick with enormous care and attention. And not long after that, we enjoyed another orgasm with him ejaculating just as profusely.
- Pay attention, you little whore <unk> he said as we were getting dressed closing another good piece of shit <unk> I know that you're crazy to fuck my ass ..., but if I let go also will want to break yours! He was astonished at seeing my smile of acquiescence!