The machine of the apartment in front - golden rain - thales the security

I've already commented here, in other stories, that as soon as I started working as a security guard in various events and private companies, I moved to a small apartment in the central region of São Paulo, more precisely in the area of the Santa Cecilia neighborhood, so I could move around more easily and I was able to get several jobs in the region. The first building I lived in was an old building with a few floors and about 40 apartments. Most of the apartments were very small, which meant that most of the residents were young singles, some who lived in groups to make the rent cheaper, and some young couples, mostly gays. The few two-bedroom apartments that existed in the building were inhabited by some very traditional families from the region, people who had lived there for a long time. It was a very quiet place to live. On my floor there were four apartments. As soon as I moved in, I noticed that the apartment opposite mine was occupied by a strong man, a man with few friends, about 40 years old and a guy in his early 20s, thin, with black hair and a very nice face. The first time I saw them, I thought they were father and son. Then, observing more closely, I thought that they could be lovers and that the older one was the dominant one in the relationship, because I always heard him talking very firmly to the younger one. Once, I met them at a nightclub party where I was a security guard, and I was sure that they were a gay couple, and the younger one smiled at me, but the older one just nodded his head coldly. Over time, I started to cross paths more often with the younger one, who always left around midday, just at the time when I was going to the gym, I think he worked part-time. One day I took the elevator with him, I was in gym clothes, football shorts and a loose regatta, he was measuring my body and soon pulled the subject. He told me that his name was Caio and that he was going to work. We haven't spoken since you moved in. <unk> He told me smiling with two dimples on his face which made him more angelic and youthful. I like the neighbourhood and the building too, it's well organized, the doormen and staff are attentive and the building is very quiet during rest hours, that's good. - I like it very much too! I live here for six months. My partner has lived here for several years and we both like it very much. <unk> He answered and kept looking at me in a sweet way. - We've never really spoken, have we? His companion is very serious. I've met him a few times but he's never spoken to me. <unk> I commented and moved my stick to see if he was looking at me with bad intentions. He followed my gesture with attentive eyes and I started to get the stick half bomb under the shorts. We arrived at the gate, he greeted the doorman with a lot of enthusiasm and left talking to me to the sidewalk. He's a bit grumpy, maybe by profession, he's an administrator, he works a lot, he sleeps early, but he's a good guy, so one of these days I'll introduce you both. I smiled and touched him on the shoulder. - Heavy hand man! Even with that big, wrinkled body you have it could only be like that. <unk> He spoke looking at me with a funny little face, which I couldn't define well. We said goodbye and we went in different directions. I looked behind him and I could notice a very round and pointy bundle under the jeans he was wearing. I moved my stick again and went to the gym, I didn't want to be confused with a married deer with a bad-looking face. The last thing I wanted was to be confused with neighbors. About three days after we met, I was coming home from work around midnight, and I was going down to my floor, and I found the guy putting a garbage bag in the collector on our floor, and he looked at me, and he smiled, and he spoke a little quietly, as if he didn't want to be heard: - You're just coming from work, aren't you tired? I was in the security booth today just looking at the monitors, and now I'm gonna take a shower, watch some TV, and go to sleep and wake up ready to work out tomorrow. - You must make a great success as a security guard with that ragged body and uniform, must be a temptation. <unk> The little bastard said that and looked directly at my dick causing me an instant erection. My dick made a volume in my pants and he looked again biting his lips. I was in a damned boner! A week without joking and I felt like fucking that guy right there in the hall. I just laughed a little and passed my hand on my pause. - Has your companion arrived yet, boy? - In a little while he'll come here to see who you're talking to. - I said, smiling. I was cleaning up the kitchen and watching a series on TV. <unk> He answered me without taking his eyes off my cock that was even harder. I decided to control myself and go in so as not to do anything stupid. - I'm coming in, boy! Good night to you. I spoke and he quickly answered: "Leave your door open, neighbor. I'll just get something from home to show you quickly, okay?" He asked me looking me in the eyes and I just shook my head affirmatively. I went into my apartment, pulled my shirt off and played on the couch like I always did and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I was unzipping my pants to pee when I heard the door being opened and a voice calling me softly. I came into the room, the guy was standing by the door, he was now wearing a fine knit pajama, he had changed his clothes quickly. - And then face what you want to show me? <unk> He turned and lowered the shorts leaving the little bundle round, fleshy and sharp in full view. <unk> I was mad and surprised by that. Your man is on the other side of the corridor. If you dress, crazy! Don't do that! <unk> I argued feeling the dick explode inside my pants. - Fuck me man! There's a weather that I'm crazy to give you. I saw the time you were entering the building and I waited for you just to have this opportunity. Peter is sleeping soundly. I closed the door, if he wakes up I'll say I threw the trash downstairs. He has a cleaning mania. I never sleep until I tidy up the kitchen. <unk> He said that and pushed that appetizing bundle more. I don't want trouble for me, your man lives in front of me. - Macho nothing man! He only has the face of a man. I have to eat him directly. He only fucked me when he was trying to conquer me, after that only I have to fuck him. I'm in a fucking heat to give the ass. It's more than a month that I haven't fucked, I'm in the worst drought. Let's fuck quickly. Get in my ass! I think you're a hard one. <unk> Hearing that I didn't restrain myself, my dick was already dripping with heat, hard as a rock. I tore my pants and underwear off and shoved the guy against the wall. He groaned softly and his skin peeled off. I licked his neck and pushed him towards it. He understood the command and began to lick my head with my dick, smelled my bag, then swallowed my balls and crawled into my asshole. He liked to scratch me. He stood up on the wall, turned around and pressed the dick again. - Eat me, man! Get in my asshole! - He groaned, sticking his ass up. I grabbed that little bundle and ran my finger through its prehensile and, to my surprise, I noticed that the little whore was with the well-oiled little hole, did it at home before entering my apartment. I put my middle finger in his little hole and felt that hot asshole swallow my finger with a lot of hunger. Hearing this call, I put my fucking head against his door and I pushed, and his head jumped into his hole and he let out a scream. I didn't listen to his call, I was dying of heat and in a hurry to pop that little bitch. I covered his mouth with my hand and hit my stick until I felt my combs touch his little bundle. He moaned and at the same time opened his legs to facilitate penetration. I gave a deep thrust and started going back and forth. "Here's your asshole! Isn't that a man's asshole you want?" He'd say that, and I'd shove that soft, warm asshole down his throat while I covered his mouth with my hand for fear he'd make a noise. I'd punch him so hard he'd hit the wall. He was all bent over with his tight little butt and my dick was sliding softly in and out of his asshole. The sound of his thighs pounding on his ass was delightful. I took his hand out of his mouth and he'd whimper softly: - Break my ass, macho! Make me a whore! Break my ass! Piss on me, I'm your whore. I'm breaking and entering, little bitch, and I'm gonna make fun of your ass, and I'm gonna fill you full of milk. I love the feeling of rolling on my ass, pee on my face, I accelerated the strokes and felt the fun coming. I felt my dick throb and hot fucking jets were thrown into that hot little hole. The guy took my dick out of the kitchen, ripped my clothes off and ran to my bathroom. I went after him thinking he was going to take a shower. He got down on one knee in the stall and started hitting his fist on my dick, which was half as big as his, and asked me with a slutty face: - Piss on me man! I want to have fun taking pee on my face! <unk> I'm not much of doing that, but the hard-on was so big and I hadn't peed on entering the house, I just pointed my dick at the boy's face and released a hot and full pee. He seemed to love receiving my pee, began to moan and the whole body trembled, he had fun taking my pee on my face. I wanted so badly to fuck his ass again, but he wiped himself off and hurried out, throwing me a kiss. I looked through my magic eye and saw him enter the house quietly. I was sure he was still going to fuck that little whore or make a mess with his male. NOTE: Cadastral text in the register of works according to - Law 9.610 of 19-02-1998. Reproduction without authorization is prohibited. THANK YOU for reading my account! It is always a pleasure to hear from readers. Hugs to all!!! Thank you for your affection!!!