The Flagra!

I am increasingly convinced that my mother is to blame for all my love failures – and not a few! A guy who gets to be thirty-nine, with a resume like mine, can't be accused of not trying. There were: three marriages – one of them made official; four engagements – not including those that resulted in marriage; thirteen girlfriends – dating at least six months long; and one lover – parallel to the third marriage. And what does my mother have to do with it? Was she a “cricricri” mother-in-law? Quite the contrary! All of them, right off the bat, became friends with Mom. Most keep in touch to this day. To say that my mother sympathized with everyone would not be true. But none of them came out of my life taking any hurt from her, for she treated them very carefully. That was mutual. The thing worked “table”: At a time of crucial importance for the definition and consolidation of a person's emotional profile, when family relationships play a fundamental role, especially the maternal figure, ... my mother abandoned us, leaving us in the care of father and aunt. Came back three years later, when I was ten. Result: just a few days of relationship, I expected to be abandoned at any time. Of course, this was very intimate, and often imperceptible; in other words, it was unconscious. And the more I noticed the feeling (let’s call it “love”) growing, the more this feeling increased. Proof of this was the duration and deepening of relationships: with the women who took longer to express their feelings, the relationships were longer; and with the “harder”, more independent, safe from themselves I got married. And that was when I unconsciously began to “defend myself”: it started to provoke the end of the relationship. That is, it would end the relationship before it was rejected. This was too painful, because it was when they were more in love, more involved that the thing started to degrill. What's interesting is that I made them break up, but I knew I had induced that attitude. And what is my main strategy: treason. I was initially the most faithful man in the world, then, when I began to feel that the woman was giving up too much, giving up her life to dedicate herself to mine, I had all the attention to myself (which are things that other men most desire). I was starting to feel like cheating. Understand: it was not purposeful! I didn’t think, “Ah! Now it’s in my hands... It's time to cheat, make her find out and finish it all. Then I find another one!”. This only happened once, and yet, at Gloria's suggestion, a diarist who was my right arm. She's been with me since I moved in alone, and even when I was married, I haven't given up on her. Only she really knew me. It all starts in my last relationship, when I was already in the phase of causing the breakup. Of all of them, Patricia was initially the most independent, resolved, safe, determined, and difficult to express feelings of all and on the face I have already gone mad. And three weeks later, she already lived with me. To my surprise, it was enough we lived together, Patricia became the opposite of all this. I got scared of that delivery, that addiction, that lack of self-respect she started showing. It started to worry me and Gloria, one morning, released: The man who thought this was gonna be the right woman, huh, Igor? That's worse than the others. Only I'll tell you, see! Get ready why this one, umm... is so blind to you that you're able to catch the gentleman lying with another and you'll still be right! Then you tell me! On the same day, I went out with a “stander” and found a way to leave the smell of perfume on my clothes and discreet lipstick marks on both my shirt and underwear. In the morning, I still told Gloria to find a way to show Patricia like she'd stained her clothes herself. The next morning Gloria laughing tells the conversation: Look, Igor, either Mrs. Patricia's too dumb, or she's done! It was a woman like that most men wanted! If you ever part with her... which won't be easy... Tell your friends how she's gonna fight the slaps to get this patient for them... She can only be sick! Holy shit, Gloria! Didn't work? - [Chuckles] As soon as you went to work, he pissed off hers. I'd got my hands on it earlier and stuff. When you came back from the room I called and said: “ Oh, Mrs. Patricia, take it the wrong way, but when you are dating... I know what that is... take off the excess lipstick. That shirt of yours Igor will be lost. It's too bright and this lipstick is hard to get out! What's up? She said, “Bath?” “And came to look. Then he said: “No Glory. Must have been some client from the office. Igor treats everyone like that spontaneous, caring, hugging, kissing... In one of these, it must have stained and he didn’t even notice!” [Laughter] Worse, his Igor was the underwear!. I said: I think you did it, Miss Patricia! That lipstick is the same color as that! ...and showed him his underwear. What about her, Gloria? What about her? What about her? [Laughter] “Glory I don’t have lipstick like that! This shirt must have been thrown into the basket along with the underwear and went from one piece to another!”. And he came out, calm and calm! Can you? [...] I don't know... That's a lot of cockroach blood! Oh, boy. Our Lord has every tenant! Gloria... talk to her and try to figure out something for me to do... And soon, huh? You can leave your Igor! I'm good at it! [...] You're already in agony, aren't you? Even I am! I don't know. One thing like that is gas! What woman would swallow a lipstick mark in her underwear, you Igor? There's no such thing! Were I, at a time like this, you were on a broken gurney waiting to be patched up by the doctors! [Chuckles] - Hello, Gloria... I'm stressed! I had already said: “Your Igor, do not invent joining no more! Just hang out. Everyone in their corner!” You were stubborn: No! That's the one! This will change my life!”... It's really changing! For worse! The next day I asked for news and Gloria said she was getting there! She had something to get out of Patricia, but she had to take it easy... Two days later Gloria arrives with the bomb: - You Igor of heaven! You are, excuse the expression, “fucked and underpaid!”! Dead end! Think! - Like Gloria? You can't! There's gotta be something she won't accept! What if I bring a woman and she catches me on the bed? - Ter, there is! Didn't I tell you I was gonna rip a secret out of her? - Yeah. If you do, what is it? - Yeah. More knowing you! [...] This woman will live with you until she dies very old! What's a creature? Spit it out! Deer husband! What? She said that her mother caught her father giving it to her neighbor. She was about eight. Then she kept it in her head and said she tolerated everything from a man... even a beating! But gay husband... Impossible! God damn it! I even thought: “But it’s easy there. Your Igor can get a trusted person and make up some connections with the guy... Send some anonymous photos like they hugged. and such...” But she seems to know my thoughts! She told me that at her first date she came to tell me that the boy was having an affair with another man. She didn't even mention the suspicions to him. She followed and caught. Then it's over. She said I only sell with my own eyes! That is: It's chipped! And the days passed and passed and the coexistence with Patricia became unbearable! I started thinking about the possibility of getting a showboy and simulating a shag... matching the guy right and finding a way for her to catch... But it didn't make me feel comfortable. During this anguish, I began to remember a colleague who lived in the back of my parents' house... We were about 12 years old... and we had, like, three close contacts. We never penetrated... But we did suck each other. That hasn't happened since they moved. I've never even had an interest and I've just come to remember that. It was getting unbearable. And something happened that would change everything! A leak in my bedroom bathroom came up and needed someone to fix it. Gloria appointed her son to do the job and the boy appeared the next day to make the budget. It was early when Patricia woke me up: Love! Hey... - Hmm? Good morning, love! Look. I'm a little late and I can't keep up with Gloria's son in the budget. He came with her. In a minute, get up and see this with him... Okay. Ask him to go ahead. I'll be up in half an hour. Ask him to write down the stuff... That he can do without me. All right. Cover for the boy! The bathroom's here, remember? Nope. And I'm naked? He's not a man. In time I heard her voice talking to him: This is Fernando. You look over there and try to see if you have anything else to do. Write it down and then my husband will wake up. All right. I'll do everything in my power not to disturb his sleep. That's the best sleep... Get up! [Chuckles] I'm used to it! Well, I'm off. Anything you can do with your mother. - Right. Good job, lady! The boy was really doing everything in the quiet. I ended up napping again. I woke up tight to pee and didn't even remember the boy. I just went into the bathroom. The dove lasts like iron and only when the urine was coming out did I see it inside the Box taking some measurements. He was in poopers and I had a scare and I cut the piss. - Whoa! You scared me, man! Sorry! I was doing everything in such silence not to wake you! - [Chuckles] No problem! The boy took a look at my dick that the bug barked. After it cuts, to return is fire! – He commented. Yes, it is. It hurts and it doesn't. It really hurts! If you don't mind, I know a way... - [Chuckles] Say it! Back off a little bit. He stood by me, opened his shorts and held his dick. As soon as he started pissing my urine, he left too. He peed a lot and I did. While we were pissing I realized he was looking at my dick and I couldn't resist looking at hers either. It was a beautiful whip! As she peed, she was gaining body. She got a little stiffer. He shook and kept it. He laughed. He looked at my roll again and went back to where he was talking. It worked! I always do that! I learned from the kids when I was a teenager. You know, those collective handjob business, you know? [Chuckles] After you came... Fuck! I'd like to pee. It was like... I had to put two or three together to get out! I just peed and laughed and said, You know... I've never been in those jerks! I knew it would happen, but I was ashamed! Why? That's normal! Every guy does it! I thought my dick was small! [Chuckles] Small what? Sir's dove is bigger than that of many of my colleagues... Today I know she's average, but at the time, since I've never seen anyone else's, I thought that... - Oh, I get it. I came out of the bathroom and put on a shorts. The stick wouldn't drop. He came out of the bathroom and saw when I was trying, in front of the mirror, to fix the roll to disguise the erection. Laughing he commented: Now the roll isn't coming down, is it? - [Chuckles] That's what I'm talking about. If you want to use the bathroom!? - [Chuckles] No. No, lower it now! It's the morning erection... He looked like that laughing, suspicious... Besides the bathroom. What's the other thing your wife said? Change the footwheel of the room. It's dropping... Ah! You got a train? I'll get... I'll put on a shirt... He looked at my dick and saw that it didn't come down and that the shirt was just to hide. He shook his head and laughed: Go ahead and make fun, man! [Chuckles] - [Chuckles] In the kitchen, Gloria asked for money to buy some missing things and left. He asked me to lock it inside. That situation made my dick pound... I'm back with the train. Mom's out? - It was... He went to the market! I took my shirt off. He looked at my dick again. Looks like it's harder! Come on, man. Just a quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick. - [Chuckles] So even my dick is waking up... He hit it hard. You said you'd never been in a group handjob before. You want to jerk off? Me and you... while Mom's not coming! We've seen each other's dicks! I thought fast... Let's go! Now you're talking! Sit here on the bed. Sit down! He was, according to Gloria, twenty-two years old, but the boyish way, dispatched, cheerful made him look much younger. Only the body dark and naturally full of muscles gave an appearance of being older. The eyes, such as the mother’s, were greenish and mysterious. They made the perfect match with the average nose and the lips, always bright, that covered the beautiful teeth, very aligned to targets, that appeared and made their smiles a unique glow. The mouth, in all, was attractive and seductive, but not tanyo as the voice slightly hoarse and vivid. The hairs of the head and the intimate regions were almost just a shadow... so trimmed he kept them, but the few that went from the chest to the navel were such as were born, few, thin and seductive. They gave a “Q” more of manhood and manhood to the boy who was lost in that male body, whose cock was the most perfect one can imagine, both in measurements and in cleanliness. For the first time in my life it was difficult to control the will to explore all my senses – beyond the vision that was stunning! I wanted to touch it, smell it, taste it... It was really hard! Your disinhibition was little by little eliminating my shyness. He would jerk off and look at me, sometimes smiling, but without a word... his strong breathing would dispense with any bolder comment. And his eyes directed to my dove, and mine to his were already almost such physical contact as the strength that was passing me. At one point he laughed and stretched out his arm, leaving the roll that stood there, hard, like looking at me. - Ahhh... my arm hurts! I pulled my pillow and laid my legs still out and my feet leaning on the floor. I looked at him and suggested you do the same with the other pillow. And he did. We're back to jerking off. Our bodies side by side but our eyes making the bridge between us. I repented when he, still looking at me, took the smile off his face, making an expression of indecision, raised his body back to sit and, now, clearly staring at my roll, took it from my hand and started jerking me off. Nothing was said. I held his, too, and he made it easy for me to move. That's a nice hanging roll. Suddenly there was an instant of mutual madness. He started increasing his movements and said: I'm coming! And that was exactly the moment I'd come too. And he noticed. We look at each other and like we had a deal, take our mouths and drink each other's gala. I didn't believe I was doing it, but the more gala I drank, the more I wanted to drink and noticed. By the strength he sucked my cock that was reciprocal. We broke up and dressed like nothing happened. He did his job again and the doorbell rang. Grace is here. Then we did the calculations and he was supposed to start the service the next day. Grace was in the kitchen and I lay in the living room. I felt confused and frightened by what had happened. I didn't know myself. Never – not even in the short experience I had in childhood – I had any interest in another man. What interested me, in the past, was only the desire to have sex, so much so that after my colleague left, it never happened again, out of sheer lack of will. It was different now. Very different! When he walked through the door to leave, I felt like I lost him. I wanted him there, not out of sexual desire. But I want him. I wish for his presence. I wish for his existence. And that, for my life story, was weird, was crazy. By stories told by some gay or bisexual friends I had the knowledge that the perception of the first emotional clues to the certainty that their interest was men, it took a long time. Some years! And this whole process was falling on me like an avalanche. All the pride that I enjoyed for my experiences with women and the success that I modestly made with them fell apart, and in the midst of those ruins began to rise up an unknown tower in which I was afraid to enter, although I had an uncontrollable will to know. I went to the kitchen and Grace asked: So, if Igor, did he conform? - Nothing, Cute! I'm feeling worse and worse! And I'm very worried about you! I've seen your sad eyes for days. Don't let it get you down. If you're trying to finish, come and finish. Ready! Nobody has to be with anyone! I will only do that, Grace, when there is no other way out! And it's not cowardice, you see! I know... I know your heart too much. You don't want to see anyone suffering for being rejected... Right? Exactly. I know that being betrayed often hurts more than being rejected. But I promised myself I would never let anyone feel rejected by me... And I won't support it until I can! Before I had doubts about what would be less painful, but today I see that betrayal is easier to overcome and even forgiven. Look at Fernando, my son! I'm against it. But he's an adult... I won't. What was here? - Yeah. This son of mine, your Igor, is the most loving son, and the most dedicated and responsible companion a woman can ever desire. But these days, the bums are the ones on high. It's too bad! A couple of young, beautiful girls... wrapped in bandits, thugs... Sometimes I get hit in the face. The beating they didn't take from their father, they take from a bum! So when they catch a hard-working, honest, fun boy like Fernando, they make cats and shoes! So did the little dick who was living with him! The poor man came home... dead tired... I was coming earlier... by chance! Got the bitch on four, giving it to a friend of his. According to her friend, she kept playing until the last time, doubted if he liked women. Then the boy went to taste! Was it, Grace? You took it like that... right off the bat? Aff... You don't even want to know what it was! But worse was after... the depression that this boy became... Now that he's recovered, she's already hanging around. They've come to tell me they've been leaving. I pray so much for God to refer this girl to another man! She's still gonna hurt him! I feel... He's really nice. - Your Igor, I don't know who he gets, because I'm hard to fit in... It takes me a while. And his father... Vixe! It's a door. My other children are even given. But this one is awesome. I've never heard anyone have that much to complain about! I hope it takes him a long time to finish this job! So he stays out of her sight. When he comes he's tired... eats and sleeps! And I'll even tell the manager about him. Anything comes up, he's in! When you arrive, Grace, if I'm asleep, you wake me up and I'll go to the other room. I'm staying late at work. ...then waking up early is a fight! I tell him to do it! Tomorrow is my day off... or do you want me to change? Oh, yeah. No... let me fix it. Depending on the time he arrives, it's possible until Patricia answers him. And me, now I'm gonna get ready. I have to get to work early. Needless to describe how difficult the rest of the day was. At night, again, I didn't have sex with Patricia. This was already becoming frequent. And she, contrary to what is expected, showed no discontent. The anxiety of finding again Fernando was so much, I woke up early. Patricia left for work and I went to take a quick shower. You'll be out of the bathroom when the doorbell rings. I was shaking and I couldn't take a step. You played the second time and I did. I checked through the magic eye and he was there... smiling and clearly anxious – what could be seen by the bites on the lips and the restlessness of the feet. When he opened the door, he looked at me from foot to head, smiled and entered: Good morning, Igor! Oops... Good morning, Fernando. When I closed the door and turned towards him I was surprised by the sudden entry of his body that put me against the door and began to kiss me. I completely lost control and started taking off all your clothes. We're both naked and scratching our dicks in the middle of the room. Still kissing we went to my room and dropped on the bed. I've never had such an intense, strong, animalistic sexual experience, even! Noose body wasn't touched, it was tight. Our tongues weren't sucked, they were sucked. We didn't breathe, we did! Do you have a condom? - I do. My clothes were in the living room... I'll get it! Fernando went to get the condom and took advantage of it and brought all the clothes that had been thrown over the floor. He lay next to me and we kissed again. He said scared. Key noise! It was Patricia coming in. One jump he got out of bed and went into the bathroom with his clothes. And I just covered myself with the sheet and picked up a magazine that was in the mute valet. Hey, baby! Has the boy arrived? He himself showed up at the bathroom door and said, Hello! Good morning! I just got here... And I was already in school and I had to go back! I asked: What happened? The notebooks! I thought they were in the briefcase and I just remembered I left them in the other room. It's a good thing these first two times there's a gincana going on. I went quietly and came to get them. Today is the deadline for delivering them to the office. Patricia still took about twenty minutes to leave again, but the weather was already broken. We barely spoke. The only time was when I was in the room reading some work stuff and she moved into the service area. On returning, he stopped and: I'm a little out of touch. Sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. It was just an impulse. Don't apologize Fernando. You didn't do anything alone... Much less forced. We were both impulsive... Forget it! He's back in the bathroom. Until about the time of your return home, which would be noon, we were like this, without any other contact... Though the will screamed inside me. I then decided to try to ease the embarrassment that was happening between us. It was eleven forty and I went to the bathroom and he already kept the stuff. Fernando. - You're up. This is all too young for me... and too strong too. I've got my head full. For me too, but from yesterday I couldn't get those moments out of my head... And... Leave it alone! It's all right! I'll finish it here and without seeing us even forget... You want to forget? You want me to pass? Do you want it? Nope. Me neither! And what do we do? For now... this! Now it was my turn to grab him and kiss that wet mouth hard. We just wore our shorts that were bursting with our hard dicks. The bathroom was not very spacious, so the high temperature of our bodies took over the whole environment and our perspirations mixed. I used to rub my dick in his while forcing his body against the wall. In a quick move he reversed the positions and as soon as I felt the wall on my back, I felt his mouth escaping from mine and descending towards my dick which, when it was thrown out, was already drooling. He put it in his mouth, and there started one of the most enjoyable moments of my life. Seeing that manly man with my dick in his mouth gave me a wonderful feeling that was only less than I felt when I sucked his dick. I sucked that dick a lot by pulling a lot of moans out of it. - Ahhhh...! Ahhhh...! Wonderful! Ahhh...! That's... Swallow my whole dick! Ahhhhh...! The more I heard that, the more I wanted to suck. Mmmmmm...! That's fucking hot! Mmm...! Mmm...! Mmm...! I dragged him to bed and there we started a delicious half nine. Now the two sensations were complete. While we were sucking on each other, we were rolling through the bed. Well, I was on top, so I was on the bottom, so we were on the side. At times, when we tried to swallow the turtledoves to the stalk and couldn't, we caught ourselves laughing. The excitement would amuse us. We were two children discovering each other and participating in the discovery of the other... and that was very good. We speed up the blow jobs. He asked: - Come on in my mouth! And I started to stock up and get paid too. - Make fun of me too! My body was shaking. He'd pull me on you and suck me hard... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... - Isssssssssss...! Delicious! Hmmmmmmmm...! We fell each way. We laughed. He stretched out his arm and raised me as he stood up. We got on our knees on the bed. We kissed. The kiss was interrupted by a shrill scream: Igooooooooooooooo! What's that?