Continuation of the tale MARY...

As I said in the previous story, my name is Marcos... I'm 77. I'm a farmer and live in northern Goiás. Since I understand myself, I have a preference for men. But because of the conservatism of the time, I could never release my instincts... Well, after a serious illness, my wife died, leaving us all inconsolable. My son Paulo received an irrefutable proposal to run a company outside Brazil, so I became more alone and incarcerated. No mood for anything else! So I decided it was time for the farm to have an administrator, and I was left alone for orders and consultations. I offered a payday because it required the chosen person to live on the farm. It rained dozens of résumés, and I began carefully to select... until I reached an enviable resume. The person's name was Dante, 38 years old, also widower and childless. I had all the attributes I needed for someone to run my farm. I abolished the others, and I gave him a call. He answered a serious and polite voice. I proposed to him to spend 30 days of experience, if he didn't like it, I would indemnify him with a good amount. He said yes and he'd be here next week. The cabin I used to use for my distractions was going to be the administrator's new address. I shut down Mário and I put him up. I bought new furniture and made it quite comfortable for the new resident. I could even put him in my house, but I wasn't well enough to make room for anyone. I asked the manager of the Haras, to pick him up on a nice day and locked myself in the office, listening to Maria Callas, a famous soprano already deceased, and I loved it. To enjoy it better I always put headphones in my ear. I think I got some sleep because I woke up with a smooth knock on the door requesting entry. I did, and that wonderful man comes in. Tall, taller than me, I think it's quite 5'2", body proportional to the height, but it should weigh well 200 pounds. Well suntanned and with incredible green eyes. After we had a little talk about the farm routine, I accompanied him to the balcony and offered a glass of wine. He said he didn't drink and quit. I followed him with the look and suddenly he turns around, and crosses his look with mine. I'm embarrassed, I look away and I get off the balcony. Suddenly I felt like swimming. I went to put on my bathing suit and got a towel and went to the pool in the back of the house. Because swimming is the only exercise I do, I built an Olympic pool. With a spectacular jump, I plunged into warm water and took several strokes, going back and forth. When I came out of the pool, I found a hand reaching out to me, crosses, was that wonderful man! He apologized to me, said I swam like an athlete and that I forgot to give him the key to the cabin. I apologized, I dried up, and I realized I had a hard-on. I looked at him quickly, but he also noticed, and turned his eyes. I joked that he was cold, well, I don't know if he believed it. I went ahead with him following me, and feeling his eyes on me. He said I didn't look my age. I in a fun tone, asked if he knew my age and he said yes, that on the airport trip to the farm he had asked the manager of the haras. After the key was delivered, I invited him to dinner with me, since I'd been doing my meals alone for a while. He said yes, I told the cook there'd be a guest, and he sat on the porch while I went upstairs to take off my wet shorts. I put on a white linen shorts and a white polo collar shirt, put on the Azzaro perfume, which is my favorite and I came down. He joked that he also wore this perfume and alternated with Ralph Lauren's Polo. We talked about everything about the farm and I warned him not to make it easy on the staff, he said I wouldn't worry. After dinner, we sat on the balcony and remained silent, admiring the magnificent moon that was being born. Since he didn't drink, I offered him a cup of coffee, he accepted it, and I took a shot of whiskey. Out of nowhere, we began to talk about ourselves, and I began to talk about the death of my wife, Paul’s journey abroad and the other little children. As my voice became melancholy due to drinking and nostalgia, he bowed down and squeezed my arm saying he understood what I was going through, that he just had no children, because his dead wife was barren and they never wanted to adopt children. With your touch my body shuddered and I had a shiver that went down to my cock, which soon got hard, setting up a tent in my clothes. Since I couldn't hide it, because he immediately looked in the middle of my legs, I told him I hadn't had sex in a long time, since before my wife died, because of her illness. Of course I didn't mention that Sonia didn't like sex. He didn't say anything and got the look on the moon that was already rising higher. As it was late, I invited him to sleep in the house, because the journey to the cabin was long and he could have unwanted friends (bichos) along the way. He accepted, went to get a briefcase he had left in the car that now belonged to him while he was on the farm. I took him to the guest room that was also on the upper floor, chose the best, and was facing the pool. I asked if he had a towel, he said it was in the big bag in the car, and I volunteered to get one for him. When I came back, I heard the sound of water falling and I figured he was in the shower. Since he hadn't closed the bathroom door, I silently approached him, and I realized that the box was also open, and he was passing his hand on his face, as if taking the dust off the road. I looked at your package and I got scared, and he was half a bomb and he was supposed to be about 25 cms when he was erect. The heat went up to my face and I told him the towel was on the door lock. He answered okay and his dick went up like a balloon. As a big dick can climb like that, it was the question that came to mind. My cock lost was ugly in front of his, because it was only nine inches thick on the stalk and was tuning to the head. I got so embellished looking at that sculpture, I forgot about it, and the next thing I knew, he was looking at me. Your eyes were asking questions. ..I retired quickly and apologized, saying I've never seen such a big cock. He told me not to leave, and soon he caught me, still naked and dripping water. I gave him the towel I didn't want, he gave me a hug, wetting all my clothes and started kissing me madly. His mouth tasted like sin and I gave myself that feeling. I embraced him and responded to his kiss, tangled our tongues in a gigantic battle, to see who would be the winner. He bit my lower lip and I got so horny! My dick wanted to jump, but it was stuck by the shorts and my arms stuck in that wonderful body. His cock poked my belly, and he saw that I was still in clothes, knocked me over the bed, and he quickly started taking them off. I helped shake the body, turning myself over like a little woman to his male, he fell with his mouth on my dove, and with his thumb he poked my ring, which shook and winked with pleasure. He bit the beak off my chest and my hard cock, rocked so hard accumulated. He kept kissing me, gently biting the tip of my nose, putting his tongue inside my ear, I couldn't resist and I yelled at him to stop that torture and eat my ring, which I couldn't stand anymore! He put spit on the tip of his dick and on the entrance of my ring, and he started wanting to get inside. I told myself I wouldn't moan so I wouldn't stop him. Because what I wanted most was to feel filled with that wonderful cock. You're out of your mind! I tried to relax and he asked if it hurt that he didn't want to hurt me. And I said I wanted him to come in anyway, because my ass had never seen a visitor this big. I closed my eyes and started kissing him. He put wood in my ring. My body jumped, but I didn't scream, I just groaned. He told me to moan loud and whine, that he loved to hear... my groans made him start moaning too calling me a bitch, a bitch in the heat of his dog, and I whining... ours, how good it was. And giving a roar, spewed tons of sperm in my ass, and I also poured all the accumulated semen into your chest from so long, my dick trembled throwing up my treasure. You threw your body over me, and you hugged me by closing your eyes. I kept my eyes open, I watched that giant fall apart. Resting on my chest. I raised my hand and gently passed it on his face, caressing him. He opened his eyes, looked at me softly and started kissing me, and his dick got hard again. My surprise was so much, mine started to climb, and he fell on his mouth. Now you're going to eat me said he, and you got on all fours with that big ass in front of me. I immediately positioned myself, spit on my dick and in your hole. I aimed the shot and I sunk my ass in it. By all the gods, how wonderful! ...and I punched, taking and putting, enjoying watching my dick come out and get in that ass. That male I was eating. He'd roll back and forth, up and down. Saying things I didn't understand very well. I slapped him, and he told me to hit him harder, and I hit him harder and he started moaning. I fucked him up and beat him up, and he was shaking, and he was shaking... and I saw that big man behaving like a little faggot, and it gave me such a hard-on that I screamed that I was gonna come and he said that I would come and I wouldn't stop knocking, which I did. We came screaming dirty words at each other... and fell into bed. As amazing as it sounds my dick hasn't gone soft... But that's another story, and I'm already working on it. Rss... I want to offer this short story to a reader of this website who suggested me to continue the story Mário. I'm not going to say your name out of secrecy. It's up to him to identify himself by commenting. Thank you, my friend. If you like to comment...bjs