My father 's truck driver kidnapped me - part 2
As there were many messages requesting the continuation of the story about my bid with Janjão, I came to complement. We were very connected, besides student Janjão was my male, and I continued to literate him.
Our complicity was total, Janjão's discretion gave me security, to the point that we set up some disguised pranks. When we left at dawn I would sit in the middle between Janjão and my father, I covered myself with a fist, Janjão would also come under, and subtly I would start caressing his cock, punching, only stopping when he took my hand off, close to laughing. I also eased, lay back, lying with my head close to my father, when I was descending the mountain, everything dark, under the fist, Janjão would boil my bundle, subtly wet his fingers with spit, and go rubbing my little ass, I could not move much, nor make noises, and when I was about to laugh, he would laugh at me, to avoid surprises.
In a chat, Dad praised John for being learning to read quickly, he also said proud of me, John was also grateful, because according to him it was a shame a man made he can not even read, and that he was also learning to write.
We knew the area, it was near a football field, there were many stones, a nice place, usually very busy on Sundays, when there were football games, I settled down, and asked my father to let me go with Janjão fishing, I knew my father's taste for tilapia , I asked Janjão if there were tilapia, he stated that yes. Dad even hesitated to leave, for fear of the riverbank, but Janjão stated that it was quiet, that I would go in safety, so my father said that being Janjão, he would leave, I was sure that Janjão would take care of me.
"The course of the week was anxious, when Saturday came, I woke up a little, Janjão came to my house to pick me up, on a bicycle, I was again in those blue army shorts, I sat on the board, to have greater contact with him, on the way I was already attempting him, passing my hand on his pirouette. We passed by his house, we took the material for fishing, he took a tarragon, it would be safer to catch something. and we went on foot to the stones of the river.
Along with the fishing gear, John had brought a tin of Chinese ointment, which I loved, gave a burning sensation in the ass, which only stings to solve the problem.
Janjão led me to some big stones, and behind a round, away from the sight of curious people, put me to suck, I sucked my male's cock until he threw milk in my mouth, I continued sucking, and whoever said that it was lowering, he ordered me to stand four in front of him, I obeyed, he anointed me with the ointment, putting it in there with his fingers, passed a little of the chapel of the pica, I sheltered with his hands he pointed well at the door, asked to go slowly, he came opening the way, was already known, playing with his head in the entrance, scratching moans of pleasure, I wanted to ask, to put more, and he was playing, leaving me more fiery, when I was buried with everything, without feeling discomfort, Janjão began to turn and go, and make me laugh, and then fill the cube.
After a few minutes of rest, John and I went fishing, took the tiapias to my father, and he was grateful [for John's taking care of me.
Our complicity was total, Janjão's discretion gave me security, to the point that we set up some disguised pranks. When we left at dawn I would sit in the middle between Janjão and my father, I covered myself with a fist, Janjão would also come under, and subtly I would start caressing his cock, punching, only stopping when he took my hand off, close to laughing. I also eased, lay back, lying with my head close to my father, when I was descending the mountain, everything dark, under the fist, Janjão would boil my bundle, subtly wet his fingers with spit, and go rubbing my little ass, I could not move much, nor make noises, and when I was about to laugh, he would laugh at me, to avoid surprises.
In a chat, Dad praised John for being learning to read quickly, he also said proud of me, John was also grateful, because according to him it was a shame a man made he can not even read, and that he was also learning to write.
We knew the area, it was near a football field, there were many stones, a nice place, usually very busy on Sundays, when there were football games, I settled down, and asked my father to let me go with Janjão fishing, I knew my father's taste for tilapia , I asked Janjão if there were tilapia, he stated that yes. Dad even hesitated to leave, for fear of the riverbank, but Janjão stated that it was quiet, that I would go in safety, so my father said that being Janjão, he would leave, I was sure that Janjão would take care of me.
"The course of the week was anxious, when Saturday came, I woke up a little, Janjão came to my house to pick me up, on a bicycle, I was again in those blue army shorts, I sat on the board, to have greater contact with him, on the way I was already attempting him, passing my hand on his pirouette. We passed by his house, we took the material for fishing, he took a tarragon, it would be safer to catch something. and we went on foot to the stones of the river.
Along with the fishing gear, John had brought a tin of Chinese ointment, which I loved, gave a burning sensation in the ass, which only stings to solve the problem.
Janjão led me to some big stones, and behind a round, away from the sight of curious people, put me to suck, I sucked my male's cock until he threw milk in my mouth, I continued sucking, and whoever said that it was lowering, he ordered me to stand four in front of him, I obeyed, he anointed me with the ointment, putting it in there with his fingers, passed a little of the chapel of the pica, I sheltered with his hands he pointed well at the door, asked to go slowly, he came opening the way, was already known, playing with his head in the entrance, scratching moans of pleasure, I wanted to ask, to put more, and he was playing, leaving me more fiery, when I was buried with everything, without feeling discomfort, Janjão began to turn and go, and make me laugh, and then fill the cube.
After a few minutes of rest, John and I went fishing, took the tiapias to my father, and he was grateful [for John's taking care of me.
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