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The following episode happened in an unexpected way and if I stop to analyze it coldly, almost unbelievable.
I was chatting on the net one Sunday late in the year looking for an interesting guy to have a real adventure with. I had imagined that I would find someone perfect, intelligent and good at sex but actually I knew I wouldn't find anything more than an ordinary little face without any major physical or mental attractions. After all what other handsome and interesting man (besides me) who is not mentally retarded could be searching for somebody through virtual chat ???
Well, the fact is that to my surprise, after a few hours of boring chatter, a guy nicknamed "animal terrifying" (which at the time I couldn't quite understand its meaning) sends me a reserved message and asks the question everyone always ask when I come in with my usual nickname: "thirsty kitten".
Thirsty for what, kitten?
I answered the question and we started a normal conversation. I told him that he was 17 years old, thin but with a handsome body, masculine, 1.81 meters tall, thick legs, white, slightly too pale for not sunbathing, short black hair, dark brown eyes and a beautiful face. He told me his name is Mauricio, lives in Tijuca, active, white man of 1.92, 89 kilos, 38 years, military and good-looking. The description sounded perfect, and I got very excited. So after some keystrokes, he immediately asked if I would be willing to meet him really. I was surprised, but since I'd already been in that room on time and after some sterile punch-talk with a couple of guys had almost turned off the microphone and gone to sleep frustratedly, I thought for a few not very long seconds, then said yes. We pulled up near New Rio Highway where he would pick me up by car. We talked about what we were going to be dressed like, so I switched out my camera and ran around getting ready...
On the bus, on my way to the highway station (which is far away from home), every minute seemed like a century and I could hardly believe myself in this situation. I had already dated two other guys online but only after days of typing and taking courage... This was an entirely unusual and hasty circumstance. But maybe that's exactly why it was so exciting. That guy's description was pretty cool, and I imagined he would be much better than all those others who have gone out with me: chubby, soft-spoken, ugly and jackass ...
And so when I got to the bus stop, I jumped off and stood there waiting. It was night time, and the place was full of people; it made me feel awkward and impatient, as if everyone there could read in my forehead what I was about to do.
I watched every white goal that passed by, imagining it was his own and the minutes went on... until when I least expected to feel someone put their hand behind my shoulder and greet me:
_ Gustavo! All right? _ I looked at him in a fright, and before responding with an ungrateful smile and lowering my gaze, all I could notice were his green eyes, and how tall he was. He told me that the car was just over there, and we went straight into it. We might be relatives, friends, acquaintances, I don't know... but in my head, no one would think so seeing us there. Inside the car, I felt more comfortable, and I got to see his face better. It was someone's 30-something-year-old face, and not very pretty either. But still ... He had a very masculine and serious face, the bluish beard from which he shaved the day before, dark green eyes that fell down in corners giving this sad look but a beautiful friendly smile. Very short curly hair, light brown with slight entrances of baldness above his forehead. His nose although not gross was large (which I love) and his skin was the same color as mine, maybe a little more tanned since I never get sunshine.
You're much prettier than I imagined... you have a boyish face, and those dimples on your cheek...
I laughed, and talked about my positive impression of him as well... so he asked me where I wanted to go, and since I was all dressed up without knowing the law, he asked if I'd be okay with going to a motel. Not that I didn't want to, but it cost me an answer, and he explained we could just talk and not roll anything unless I did.
At the entrance to the motel, I turned my face as far away as possible so that the girl in the parking lot wouldn't see me... because it was an ordinary motel and I was hyper unfunny and nervous. When actually who should be like this is him, he was looking at her in the eye. But after that step we were in the garage of the suite, and after giving me the key to the room, squeezing my leg and telling me to go upstairs, he went to close the door of the garage and I could take a look at all more calmly. He was really very tall, but also thin. It made English man style. I couldn't get that nervous little smile out of my mouth, and as I was walking up the stairs to the suite door, it occurred to me what was going on -- hardly believable; I was in a motel with this very attractive stranger and we would inevitably be having sex within minutes. The lights were off and the only bright light was from the garage lamps which didn't let you see right through the lock on the door. He came up afterwards and grabbed me still outside trying to open it.
"Is it hard there?" he asked smiling. And I laughed and said no, that it was dark... At this time, as I turned to open the door, he embraced me from behind slowly, kissing my neck, and pulled me back against him, making me feel already excited. My whole body shivered ... and I think I got so nervous that I quickly found the lock, and we went in. He only lit an indirect light on the wall, which made the atmosphere very cozy, and threw his handbag over the little sofa of the room. This one was really nice, big, and beautiful full of mirrors... I was standing in the middle of the room, smiling at him who about two meters away from me looked up to me with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth and a fan-tico look -- a mixture of affection and cowardice that only later did I learn became part of his style. In this position he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off looking into my eyes. And all I can tell you is that's when my biggest surprises began for him: The little beaks on his chest were light and oval in the horizontal, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... His arms were strong and rustic. And his hands - oh my gosh! they were anything but thick, rough, with altered veins; his belly was notoriously firm and straight without many apparent muscles; his navel was shallow like a T-shirt, and underneath it, a line of hair descended to disappear behind tightly fastened jeans (You know those "private cinema" actors? Always the same style: white, tall, elegant, broad breasted -- well, that was him!) The opposite of the guys I 'd been with before .
_ Come here, come! _ He said making me wake up from the trance I had entered.
I then walked towards him and stood very close to him. My heart was racing, and I could barely move. He still stared into my eyes, embraced me, and we kissed... He kissed quickly without giving too much of his tongue, making high movements with his head. His beard practically scratched my face, but he didn't get too attached to the kiss and soon took off the black leather jacket and blue T-shirt that I wore, followed by my belt, and began unzipping my pants. I was responding to his actions somewhat involuntarily, and began opening with trembling hands both his belt and trousers as well. My hand touching his belly just below the navel with its hair... It made me short of air a little bit. But while he lowered my pants and underwear up to my ankle, and held on to my stick, I couldn't open his pants at all... And he did it himself in quick fashion, as if very much wishing that I would see his hard wig right away, and pulled down his pants and panties at once, also making him sway before me like an arrogant John Doe. And what a stick he had... it was big, I don't know how many centimeters long and straight pointing upwards. Of course with a perfect head like those large red strawberries and the goatee well stretched out also reddish.
I tried in vain to prevent him from throwing himself backwards on the bed by pulling me over it. But he laughed and didn't care, and we both fell with our feet out of the bed onto the soft mattress. I will never forget that scene...we were laughing there, I lay down on top of him, and then we started kissing again. We finished taking off his trousers and underwear and shoes and socks all over the bed, and he came to suck my cock. I was leaning on my elbows with my head thrown back deliriously, his mouth on my dick and he stopped coming over me with the cock erect right up close to my face and I understood that I should open my mouth and let him stick it in. We did a 69. and I almost felt like throwing up so badly that I wanted to switch positions, but didn't tell him I was afraid of vomiting, just asked for a change. (Laughter) And then he came over on top of me, got down on his knees around my neck, put the whole stick in my mouth, and I started sucking it all greedily as my tongue went round the head of his dick inside his mouth -- this crazy feeling... I felt the shape of his dick with my tongue, and from time to time the taste of his semen that gushed out in little drops of excitement. He seemed delirious with pleasure, moaning sweetly and moving back and forth, fully bent over my head, resting his hands on the large mirror which occupied the place at the bedside, wherein I saw this scene reflected and excited me even more. I saw that homage "lying" above my mouth, coming and going like an angry "pure blood", wanting to get right into enjoyment while I squeezed his ass with both hands and pulled it against me. I think he was very much in the mood to mock already, because suddenly stopped and asked me to go down further into bed, which I didn't even have to do since he himself put me in a position that he wanted right away. Then lifted my legs back on my chest, and started putting his stick at the entrance of my ass. At the same time, I was also feeling incredibly aroused and didn't even think that it would be rational for me to ask him to use a lubricant plus of course condoms but none of this could have been done at the moment they were both freaked out and he fucked me very slowly while I groaned more from pleasure than pain then he buried his whole stick inside me and lay down on my body resting on his arms which passed by my thigh side as my calves went over his shoulders We both groaned loudly and desperately as the sweat ran down our bodies, running down his forehead and dripping on my face and mouth, rushing through his chest and moistening my belly. It was like we were one, and while he pushed hard in a come-and-go now hallucinated I looked at his soaked red face and no longer knew when it would be time to stop because I felt a scratching pain mixed with an indescribable pleasure ... then unexpectedly starts telling me in a gasp of tiredness that will joke... he repeats that a couple of times, and then I ask him to enjoy it, almost begging for enjoyment. Tossing his head backwards, he starts moaning as if in mortal pain, and finally screaming with frowned forehead and closed eyes, an enormous amount of hot sperm ejaculates inside me... The feeling of this internal warmth while the exporro gushes within was the best I'd ever felt until now ... Impossible to explain. They had never laughed inside me before, nor would they ever laugh again. Mauricio had been the first and only one.
We were both lying exhausted in bed, and I remember him apologizing to me a few minutes after making fun of me while he was kissing me. He didn't know if it was because he thought that the joke had gone too fast or just for having made some inside jokes. Anyway, there was no reason for this, which is what I told him. The light was still the same as when we arrived -- slight twilight. And he lay down on top of me, then fell asleep. At first I thought he was just keeping his eyes closed or even pretending to be asleep, but then it turned out that's true. He weighed a lot and made me breathe with difficulty, but at the same time he looked very nice, and I would look up into the ceiling and see ourselves reflected in the mirror. I spent many hours like this admiring his body, his little bundle of money, his back... It was hard to believe what I saw. We seemed to have been lovers for so long. Crazy!
I found out that he wasn't faking when I told him I was hungry, and he woke up looking at me with a puffy little face like someone who really slept... impossible to fake "wake-up face". So he called room service, we ordered pizza, wine and ice cream for dessert. We ate it all in a small adjoining room (it was very show!) where there was a small round table with iron chairs, and we took the opportunity to talk. We were still naked, and I said that he must be harassed by women as well. That is why he told us that he had been but never went out with them. I was a little surprised, because he thought that you also go out with women. He said he had a girlfriend to keep up appearances, but really only interested in men. I told him that I went on a date with a girl who liked me and that I like women too. It seemed strange (incredibly so) as if it were possible for one person to enjoy sex alone. After we ate, he suggested going back to bed where we stayed kissing each other, hugging, and he asked me to suck his cock again. I remembered that he hadn't used condoms when we made love, and asked him to "wash" before (this kind of disgust has not yet been overcome... please excuse me, what a very dirty business! Even mine after the bath is still!) we went to the sink, and I said with an awkward smile that I would wash it. Mauricio laughed looking at my face through the mirror while I was washing his dick more carefully. It hardened again in my hand, and i kept punching him with greater stamina. Then he turned on the tub and we sank into the foam. But then he got all horny, and we stood up in the tub where he fucked me again while I was leaning against a wall almost slipping my feet into soapy water. Again no lubricant or condoms on. My ass burned! We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then I asked him to stop for a little bit so we could relax in the bathtub and lie down. He who hadn't yet enjoyed himself laying comfortably rested in the hot tub as I laid back on his shoulder touching this fist-fucking cock of his whilst chatting away about everything. He told me all about his first time, and the day-to-day stuff with that fake girlfriend. (romantic? laughter) And then we went to take a shower because I was so nervous about cleaning it up... I asked him why his nickname was "Hanibal the Terrible", he told me a long story about Hannibal, a soldier like himself, who was dictator and very powerful, and that moreover it was his idol, I think because of the enthusiasm with which he spoke in the face (I confess for one second I thought he was some war neurotic crazy, and I was afraid to be there with him, even because, he was too good to be true, and would not be surprised if you find out something rhomboid on his character ...) and all I knew. By the way, Maurice is extremely intelligent! And read books...the guy does not exist ...
Well, I know that afterwards he grabbed me in his arms and made me ride with my legs around his waist facing him and leaning against the wall of the shower trying to fuck me like this... it didn't work very well so I got down on one knee before him and started a new kiss. (I didn't really want to ask, I wanted him to have fun without warning inside my mouth. But as I saw that he would not do it anyway, I appealed. Besides, this always happens. The guys with whom I go out are ALWAYS VERY respectful of me!! Good for you... I think...) He got a bit hallucinated and started fucking my mouth very fast, going back and forth shortly, like he was crazy about exposing soon! And that is what happened ... before long, he began ejaculating in my mouth !! Some three strong hot jets .. Damn ! What a delicious feeling! His cock was very liquid, with a taste not too bitter and slightly salty. I let him enjoy everything while he moaned satisfied. I felt him squeezing all the nerves of his dick to make sure that there wasn't even one drop left out, and only then did I slowly swallow it down, feeling good about how much fuck tasted in my mouth. He became super attentive with glazed eyes on my throat, wanting to see movements, knowing if he would actually eat me up, I think. When I drank the last drop, he had such an excited face that I thought he might get hard again!! He said I was too much, that it drove him crazy and he was beautiful etc... And when we finally went to bed again, we slept.
Much later, I woke up in the middle of the night with him kissing me on the mouth and squeezing his dick into my leg. Immediately aroused, he turned over onto my stomach, pulled my legs apart with his own, fucked me again, passed a hand across my face while I was sucking three fingers from him and whimpering softly. He moaned at my back. We slept longer, from 3:20 to 5:00, and we awoke startled and hurried, almost forgetting that we had been working just then. When I went to the bathroom to get dressed, I noticed that my chin and whole mouth area was red, burned from friction with his sawed beard. So he gave me a nickname "strawberry boy" (it's hilarious!!!) because every time we left thereafter I always looked all red! That morning, he dropped me off on the subway full of affectionate words, and called me back later by cell phone. I told him how everyone kept picking at me in the company for brand names thinking it was a woman like I had told them about. We never stopped meeting each other again and started a very nice courtship... Different from anything I ever imagined living.