The Tissue Cashier and the Pause

After two weeks of my visit to the site in Itaguaí, I returned as promised by the landlord. First I stopped at a customer's place in Campo Grande and then went there. On arrival, I found the doorman locked up, and a young man on guard about 28 years old, blond, with wrinkled body, white, approximately 1.70 meters tall, green eyes.
So I describe that the person I'm looking for is about our height, dark complexion, black hair when he interrupts me and says that the guy I am searching for no longer works at this site but is very close to it so he offers to take me there.
I wait for the boy to come out of his den, open my car door so that he can enter when he tells me which way to go. With the young man's entrance into the car, countless erotic thoughts pass through my head since this guy was a piece of bad road and I didn't want to miss an opportunity. The young man shows me the path, and I start the car going in the direction it had been pointed at. I drive slowly because the road is very bumpy. At one moment he asks me to take an entry on the left side. It was too narrow and slower still I went ahead. Later on, I saw a very simple little house with a small balcony and the boy then told me that this was where he lived and had brought me there because he wanted to talk to me about something which he'd never talked to anyone before. Because of his lack of trust in other people, when he met me it felt as if I were quite different from them and he wished or would like for me to hear what he had to say and understand him if possible.
So the boy starts to confide in me, that from an early age he was attracted by other boys but held back with fear. He had a cousin who used to "play" with him when on one occasion his father caught him playing games with his cousin. He told me that he took a belt punch of his dad's which left it marked physically for a long time and mentally this mark never erased. Over the years, he noticed that his parents had preferences for two older brothers, and that he was treated as a pawn, a servant, and even washing their clothes at home, he was obligated. As the years went by, he decided to take a vacation because his father paid him just as he had been paying workers at that site. Since I didn't have much money, I arranged for a ride on the first truck passing there or nearby - which was not long in coming. So I got into my bolide and left with the driver for southern Brazil (Santa Catarina). Until halfway through, the driver pulled me upside down, gave this disguised smile and shook his head as if saying yes.
We parked near a gas station and got out of the truck so that we could eat something, because hunger was very great. He (the driver) asked me if I had money to pay my bill, which I replied that the money I carried was too little, this is when he said it would all be paid off and then I'd somehow return it back to him. I interrupted the boy's narrative as it was already getting too long, and I asked how many days you spent in company with the driver, and he answered that they were 15 days. I asked if during the trip he had shared a bed with the driver, and he said yes. Then I went straight to the point: you were looking for someone who would do what you couldn't get done while living with your parents - that is, wanting to be fucked because it was his greatest desire? He answered yes. So I put another question but already guessing at the answer: why are you interested in telling me all this drama? Finally he gets right into the subject matter which I have guessed by now.
I asked if his parents used to come there. He said no. His mother had died when he was still a child, and his father traveled much as he did at the time since it was Christmas in Rio Grande do Norte, visiting his older brother who lives in that city and would not return until two weeks later. As for his middle-brother, he doesn't live here and does not like life on the streets. We went into the house, and he took a bathroom break. So I take my clothes off, get completely naked, grab a bottle of bitter campari from the shelf, go to the refrigerator and pick up four ice cubes and put them in two glasses. And pour it on top of the iced drinks and wait for him.
Soon he appears wrapped in a towel and is startled when he sees me naked. Already? He asks. Yes, of course I answer. I ask him to take the towel back from his body and go for a walk. It had a smooth bundle, well drawn out, nicely delineated, smooth thighs, neatly twisted, I told it to join its legs together, and noticed that they did not leave any space between them. I tried to put my hand between them but couldn't do so. I asked him to turn around and my eyes were fixed on his limb. It was about 15 centimeters long and had a diameter of approximately four inches, that is to say, it's quite large enough to satisfy any lover of cock. I asked him what he liked to do, having replied that although not doing everything but just giving the ass, on this trip, he expected me to make with him whatever he needed to know in the art of loving men.
I asked him if he had any petroleum jelly, and he went to get it from the bathroom cabinet. So I opened up a jar of Vaseline, took out some small amount and poured it on his ass, and what was left over in my finger, also passed into my butt because I wasn't going to miss that cute little box right there in front of me. And the most charming thing about this piece was its head, which was not red or purple but bright pink, and I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to peck at it.
I embraced him and we headed to the bedroom, where we lay on his bed. Embracing him, I began smoothing out his back, coming towards his breasts, and started sucking them with suspicion. I went up my mouth, going toward his mouth, giving him a tongue-kiss, and then he goes towards his ear and says: "Suck me, you naughty traveler, because I want to make fun of your mouth". Then I remembered the drinks and asked him to grab so that we could taste our drinks, which I did slowly but always punching the young man and sticking my hand into his tailpiece.
After tasting the drink, we touched again. From the boy's body came up a very pleasant chocolate smell that increased the pleasure of the trance. Then he began to suck me in a different way, which is with an extraordinary fury, as if it wanted to blow my cock and scrotum together, so much force was used for sucking my dick. I asked him to stop and explained how you should do it. He started again, and this time, right. He would let the cock go in and out of his mouth, going down to his throat and then back up to his lips, repeating those movements. I took this opportunity and started sucking on his dick as well. What a wonderful taste it had! Even his penis tasted like chocolate. Spectacular, delicious. When I felt that he was making fun of me, I asked him to stop and lie on his back with his legs raised in the classic roast chicken position.
I put my stick in the entrance of his ass, and was slowly penetrating it without any complaint about pain or discomfort from him. I went to the bottom and came back, taking all the stick out of his butt and penetrate again, now with a little more speed. There were no complaints, then continued slightly faster because he already felt that he would ejaculate. At this point he says he's almost having fun. I stop and tell him not to have fun yet, which is when I said I could. Continued with my movements and finally reached the climax by releasing a flood of gala inside its rear end. Then I take my stick out of his ass, go a little bit further and grab the hard-assed dick that he's got... point it at my butt. And then sit on top of him, wrap it all up in my arse.
He gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom saying that he has a tremendous urge to pour, but the boy went off to wash his dick. Great. When I came back, he asked if I wanted another dose of campari, and I said yes. We brought drinks and started tasting them. After we were done, we put our glasses on the floor and lay down side by side facing each other and began sucking cock. At first he was reluctant about sucking my penis claiming it might be dirty with feces. I told him to take a look, if he was there I'd wash it off but he stuck my dick in his mouth again so that he could really know what the taste of his ass had been impregnated into my cock.
He also does not stay behind and enjoys an enormity in my mouth, and I after a long time go back to swallowing another man's gala, which was worth it because even his gala tasted like chocolate.
I'm going to the bathroom for a shower, when he comes in too. So after getting wet, I start rubbing soap on his back, down into his ass, where I let it go intentionally onto the floor. When he bends over, that is, stoops to pick up the soap, I grab him by the waist and without pity or mercy, bury everything underneath his tail, and tell him not to touch pussy, which he immediately ceases. And then I mock at his butt, and whisper in his ear: "Did you like it? Would you like me to come back?" So he said, "Can I tell you in a little while?" Yes. He says that now it's him who is going to spray the soap on me, and I figured: this guy will do exactly what I did. All right.
Still engraved in me, he asks the same questions I asked and I answer: is it necessary to respond? He says no and gives me a kiss of tongue and leaves the bathroom, leaving me there so that I complement my hygiene because I would go far away. Comes out of the toilet, clean myself up and feel an air fresh smell of coffee, and ask "who are you preparing?"
I said good-bye to him and headed for the car that was parked in front of my house.
On the sidewalk, instead of taking a left turn I'll take a right and come towards Rio de Janeiro.