♪ In the back of a dark bar ♪

Anyone who knows or lives in Sampa knows the instability of our climate, although we are known as the land of the garoa, our summers are unbearably hot. I who love the São Paulo night, who have insomnia and live in a bohemian neighborhood, I love to go out at dawn for an ice cold beer in the region of Frei Caneca with Peixoto Gomide or simply go up Augusta Street to Al. Santos and have huge ice creams. On one of those early mornings, I was in a heat together with a huge horn and went up to the corner of Frei with Peixoto, I stopped in a very crowded bar, a bustling crowd, a strange people too that is: all the tribes mixed. It was a Wednesday, almost the end of the month, so even the agitation was a little less, because it comes at the end of the month the money is short and the girl goes out less. I stood there, greeted some people I knew by sight and the time passed. Around 3:00 in the morning, the movement was much smaller, I decided to go down to Augusta and go home, in the expectation that, suddenly, in one of the alleys and cross-street alleys of the street, I could find something to relieve my thirst, since I was placating with a Latin ice cream that ended up in a walking bar that was going to take me away and also sold the last island. I was walking down the sidewalk when I saw on the other side, walking in butterfly steps, a new little face, thin but very pretty, all proportionate body, hard bundle, wearing short shorts of those they wear now, which look like a printed pyjamas with the shirt matching the print. Very affectionate! I thought it was strange that he was going down alone, usually these boys walk in noisy groups. I quickly switched lanes and started to walk behind the little face that looked at me and gave a pale smile, and I peed on my dick, which was already showing signs of life, hoping to get the mole's attention, but he just looked and kept on walking. "What's the matter, boy? Alone at this hour on the street? You're not afraid of a big guy, are you?" I said as I approached him and tried to make a point. He smiled and replied: I'm going home. I was with friends there in Frei, but they left, they live far away and I live there near the center, I'm going on foot. I love going down to Augusta at this time, we see a lot of impressive things. <unk> He told me and continued to walk. I continued to walk next to him and I already corrected one to see if it stuck: He laughed again, I could see two dimples on his face which gave him a very youthful look, short hair, light skin and well-groomed, without hair, it was a delicacy of moleque. Almost a nymph! - No man! In those nights I have the impression that I would like something different, more unusual, an experience that moved me a lot, in a radical way. Sometimes I see some little girls doing a show around here and I wonder what their life must be like. Let's be quiet who knows another day we bump into something and roll. <unk> He spoke softly. I shook my stick again, making it clear that it was very hard, but as I don't want to insist, I continued to walk beside it and soon we came in front of an old bar, of those that have the hills in the street Augusta, sometimes even half badly frequented and sometimes full of noisy drinkers. Whoever has gone down to Augusta in the morning, knows the contrasts and what I'm talking about. Well at the corner of the bar, entering into another street that leads to the Consolation, it was half dark and had some cars parked and one with the door open and a big guy standing holding the door. The little car that was next to my scene gave a look and then turned around the corner in the direction of my car, curious, that I was behind. The guy who was standing behind the door in the middle of the street was kneeling a little big guy, furry, very charming, gave me a lot of pleasure, while he was going down to Augusta in the morning, he knew the contrasts and what I'm talking about. Well at the corner of the bar, entering into another street that leads to the Consolation, it was half dark and had some cars parked and parked, and a big guy who was standing around the corner of the corner and then turned around the corner in the corner in the corner towards the car towards me, and I was curious, but I went after him. The guy who was standing in the corner of the corner of the corner, was kneeling in front of the street, a little guy, and very interesting, and very excited, and gave me, while he was very pleased to see what happened, while he was very pleased with a little boy, while he was in the door, and his name of his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his little, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and his name, and, and his name, and, and his name, and his name, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and. I, too, stood watching the scene with the stick bursting hard inside my pants. - Come on brother! Just wait a little bit. Twenty story and the little bitch sucks your cock too, if you give fifty you can put it in his ass. <unk> Said the bear to me while being sucked by the little girl. I said and went out. I confess that the desire was very much to participate in that whorehouse, but I restrained myself. The little face, seeing me go out, accompanied me and I could see a small volume in his light shorts, you could feel his excitement. That's what I'm talking about, man, an extreme, radical whore, and I try to put myself in that place sometimes, to feel the feeling that these boys feel at dawn. - Do you want to be a hot bitch? Do you want to feel like a little street whore, is that it? I'm in a fucking horny! If you want we look for a little corner somewhere and I blow your ass. If you make a point I even pay to make the experience very real. <unk> I had a lot of desire of the mole to say yes and I could blow his ass, he was very horny and he was so cute and delicate that it would be worth it. He smiled again and said: - It's not that man! I think you didn't understand me. Leave quiet. <unk> He answered me and I was bored, it was too sweet ass for my taste. - I really didn't understand, little face. <unk> I kept walking down the street next to him, I threw my tray out and right in front I walked into a bar, one of those very old, dark, old ones that you have in the area. There were two waiters at the counter, a younger guy, in his 30s, handsome, strong, with a rusty blue apron and another older guy cleaning the plate of fries, with a cloth thrown over his shoulder and a white shirt that was very rusty, that barely covered his stomach. I asked for a tray and the younger guy told me that it wasn't frozen because he had just put it on, but that the bottle was frozen. I asked for one and I stood there, drinking on the very counter. I had two tables occupied in the bar, one with four strange faces, of those who are always in the same bar, all in the range of 40 years I calculated, some faces of a few friends. In these bars you have everything, pimps, hustlers, drug dealers and even good people who live in the area and go out to relieve the heat in the morning. At the other table two guys drinking and talking and a guy half dozing, I think I had too much to drink. I was turning the glass, when the kid who walked down the street with me came in too, asked for a glass of water for the guy at the counter, smiled at me and drank the water standing, half bent over on the counter. I noticed that as soon as he walked in, one of the four guys at the table took one look at him and nodded negatively, gave a chuckle, and made a gesture to the denier next to him, who also looked at him and made no reaction. I talked to the waiter across the counter. - This time is usually so expensive, only the usual customers. The rush passed earlier and they have already drunk almost everything they had from the can and the liter. It is also the end of the month, so everyone is hard, not even the whores and the thugs have money at this time of the month. <unk> He said that and smiled. The mole also smiled and continued to drink his water. The big guy at the table got up, passed us and went through a long, half-dark corridor that was behind the counter and that led to the end of the bar, where you could see from far away other tables with chairs on top. As soon as the guy passed the mole asked if he could use the bathroom and the balcony man pointed to the end of the corridor, where the big guy had gone. It's at the end of the hall, a large space with two doors, before the storage room. <unk> The little girl got up and walked towards the bathroom. The attendant leaned towards me and spoke softly: - Is that deer with you, man? - We walked down the street together, but he's not with me no, we just walked down talking, why? - I bet he's chasing a roller and went to see the big guy peeing, the bathroom's big and every now and then there's these little deer like that in the early morning, chasing a roller. I don't think so. What if that's all right? He smiled and answered. - Dude, when the boss isn't here, we pretend that he doesn't see, Zezão over there even eats some from time to time. <unk> He said pointing to his companion who was on the sheet and who looked maliciously in our direction. <unk> I prefer a few bitches and travequinhos that appear from time to time, but in the dry I put roll too, especially if it's cute and with a girl's face like this. I said in disbelief, not believing that that little boy, all affected and little mouse could get his ass in a place like that. - Let's see how long it takes him to get back, not messing with the guys, that's fine by me. About five minutes went by and the guy didn't come back and neither did the guy, no matter how much he felt like peeing, five minutes is enough time, even more if the bathroom is empty. The attendant took one look at the sheet Zezon, who took off the cloth from his shoulder and went towards the corridor, took about two minutes and he came back with one of those forbidden floor mats and knocked at the entrance of the corridor, looked at the table where the big man was sitting and waved to the denier who whispered with the other two and they laughed. - If someone comes from the street wanting to use the bathroom they won't let you in no. They say it's broken. <unk> Zezon said to the attendant who winked at me and spoke, as Zezon returned to the end of the hall: The little guy's probably sucking the big guy's dick, he's passing the shit around to the local people and he doesn't give a shit, the guy's an animal, he's a long-time customer of ours, he and the table Negro have huge balls and they love to bust some pussy. Can I go and have a look? <unk> I've already spoken feeling my cock dripping with a boner. - Wait a little bit, let the thing there heat up a little bit more there we go, but in morality, without confusion. <unk> I took a sip of beer and agreed with the head. After about ten minutes, Zezão returned with the face half pale and sweating, he came close to us and whispered to the attendant: <unk> Come on man, the veal has a velvet mouth, swallow the whole stick. <unk> The attendant made a signal for me and we both went towards the corridor, before I left I looked towards the table and saw the negation looking at Zezão, who shook his head at him. When I reached the end of the hall I saw the door leading to the old tile bathroom open and a faint light coming from inside and illuminating the tables and some boxes of piled drinks. Well in a corner, near a door that should have led to the yard or the bar deposit, I saw the little guy lying on his stomach on a table, with only the printed shirt, the shorts, the same print, was thrown on a chair. The big guy was with his legs open, his beautiful little bundle was open and exposed, the big guy was between his legs, holding his head so that he would not turn, putting two huge fingers in his little finger, the little guy was whimpering and writhing and carrying on his toes. - Come on boys! You've come just in time to see the little whore take a roll. Comes to the fact that the deer is crazy for a roll! <unk> The little guy tried to look back, but the big guy hit a lock on his head and held it very firmly saying: - Quiet bitch! You asked me for roll and said you wanted a lot of roll. Now you will take roll in this ass without complaining and without knowing who. Whoever wants will roll in your ass. <unk> At that time I thought it was a joke, such was the excitement that this scene provided. The attendant went to the front of the store and opened the zipper putting a stick out, it was not a big stick but it was thick and it must be with the smell of pike that spent all day behind the counter. He held on to the hair of the mole, who then opened his mouth and swallowed the fuck all at once, pulling out a loud moan from the attendant. The big count spat on the head of his own lab stick and spit on the bundle of the mole's ass that he was afraid of. He slapped him hard and said: - Relax your ass to take the fucking roll, otherwise it will hurt! Relax which is better for you! Suck the cock of the face and relax your ass to receive roll. <unk> The mole seemed to obey and I, with the stick dripping out of excitement, began to hit a punch, while I saw the huge head of the big man's cock go into the tail of the mole who tried to moan, but could not due to the roller of the attendant who was in his throat. - That's a bitch! I like it! I wanted a roll, you have to endure a roll! He came all dressed as a whore to provoke the males, now he endures it. Then he'll win a little package to cheer up the night with his deer friends. - The big man said this and kicked the huge roll into the delicate ass of the grocery store, which made strange noises with the mouth filled with the waiter's roll. Every time the big man shocked the table, it creaked and shook a little. I looked closer and I could see the damage that that pike was doing to that little guy, sometimes he would take out the whole stick and the mole of the cake would be opened to then receive another lock with the big man's peacock. Suck my dick, swallow my roll, the waiter said that in ten minutes of sucking you could fill the mouth of the milk molecule. You asked me for a milkshake while I was sucking my dick in the bathroom? There's your milkshake! <unk> The waiter pulled up his pants and went out towards the counter. "Send your partner over", said the big guy, shoving his big fat ass up the kid's ass who could now talk without the roll in his mouth. "Oh, my ass, you're breaking in!" he said half sobbing and without looking back. Didn't you ask me about that? <unk> The kid didn't say anything and he slapped his ass, saying: "Answer me, you whore! Isn't that what you asked me? Didn't I say I wanted to be broken into? Do you want me to stop now?" He said this and slapped the already red bundle of cash again. - It was yes! I don't want it to stop no! <unk> answered the moleque half crying and taking another deep blow on the ass. The big man looked at me smiling and winked at me signaling me to go in front of the moleque. Before any reaction of mine, I saw the Negro and the Zezo of the sheet come. The Negro was already with the zipper open and pulled a huge and thick stick from inside his pants and was already shoving it into the mouth of the moleque who was choking. The big man pulled the stick from inside his ass and I, once again, could see in the huge hole that his cute little tail was. - Suck the dick of the right partner whore! Swallow it all! You today will take the roll of whoever I want. Come here Zezon! You are our partner of prostitution, put in the ass of this kid. <unk> Said the big one looking at the Zezon of the sheet, which was already with the stick out and was a stick of responsa, despite the protruding belly the guy had a pause. He leaned his head in the hole of the moleque and put the pike, which easily entered the already opened one. Zezon held on the waist of the moleque, who was trying to swallow this stake of the denial, hit the roll and gave some violent blows, going in and out of the bottom of that ass. After much bombing announced the joke: I'll fuckin' joke with you, you soft, hot-assed weasel. My dick was hot and pulsating in my hand and I couldn't hold it in any longer. As soon as Zezon came out the big man looked at me and, in a firm gesture, pointed to the ass of the little whore. I put my dick in the hot, smooth hole of the little whore and pushed it inside, he just felt the ass shake and I welcomed that hot tunnel my dick well at the bottom, I gave ten bombs and my dick exploded in a full enjoyment inside the hole of the moleque. I was a few seconds with my dick pushing in that rabbit and, incredibly, I still held the dick hard inside it and I would continue to punch a nerve. The big fist came close to my ear and whispered: "Very well, brother! You have brought a hot little whore to us today. Whenever you have one like that you can bring that we fuck. Stay there to see the show. <unk> I didn't say anything about not being the one who brought the moleque, I just leaned against the wall and continued to punch my handkerchief. The Negro took the stick out of the mouth of the moleque, who sobbed and breathed deeply, tried to stand up, but was interrupted by the firm voice of the big man: Where are you going, you little whore? I can't stand it, man, I'm so tired, my ass is on fire! - It's burning because you wanted to be fucking broken in! Isn't that what you asked for? Do you want to stop now? <unk> Asked the big man winking at me and giving a laugh to the denier who was already in the position to get in the mood and with the pause in laughter. I've got my ass kicked. - Come on friend! You heard the little whore, you can put in what he likes! The little piggy is already lubricated for you. <unk> The Negro turned the little piggy in the position of a chicken, and the big one pulled his head down and was already putting the little piggy in his mouth, I thought the little piggy was going to suffocate, but he began to mumble pleasantly. The little piggy pushed his legs far forward so that the little piggy was completely open and a little bit of shit was flowing inside. I approached and grabbed one of the little piggy's legs that didn't even notice that I was there, I watched very closely that black, hard and thick stake, covering the prey of the prey and sinking inside that crumpled little piggy's neck. It was incredible the sight of that little piggy whining and sucking his little piggy's cock. The big little piggy kept his head high and writhing with a gentle growl in my mouth, but I felt the little piggy's hand free and I heard the sound of the little piggy's hand. - That's right, partner, break the ass of this bitch! She asked me for a lot of kick in the ass. <unk> The denier hearing this from the big friend, increased the strokes and I thought they were going to open the mall in the middle. He gave a deep blow and held the stick inside, held the legs of the mall with both hands, I walked away and began to mock again hitting one and seeing the scene. I looked at the big guy and saw his eyes closed and the base of his dick pulsating and pouring hot milk down the son of a bitch's throat. "There's the little milk you asked me for!" said the big man, holding the little whore's head, I pulled myself together and walked out towards the counter, leaving the three of them tied up. At the counter, I paid for the beer and the water from the liquor store. I went out and stood halfway to the side of the door taking in some fresh air. The other two guys were still at the table and the three at the other table had gone away, I think they didn't even notice anything. The waiter came up and said, It's like a new little whore here every once in a while there are stops like this and these guys are always here at this time, that's when they don't bring some whores or whores the boss is almost never here at this time, so roll good. - I like it a lot, man. I didn't even try to argue again that I hadn't brought the whore. I saw the Negro come to the table and sit down with his friends who whispered and laughed softly. Then I saw the big guy come out and the kid who walked a little slowly, I think feeling the damage on his tail. The big guy took some water from the bar and handed it to the kid, then he went to the table and took something from the bag and handed it disguised in the kid's hand, I immediately figured out what it was. I thought you'd left. - I'm going honey! It's that you took a long time in the bathroom. I took another beer and I'm going. <unk> He looked at me very unpleasantly and accompanied me as we went down the rest of the street to the corner where I would turn to go to my building. We stopped, he gave me a hug and commented: - Our guy we talked so much and I don't even know his name. My name is Bruno, now it made me even want to go to his house and do that little game that you invited. <unk> The kid was stuffed with everything that is nice, but he didn't laugh, nor did he realize that I also kicked his ass, surely he wanted to quickly enjoy my help. It's after four o'clock and now all that excitement is gone, go home and rest, take a shower and wash your clothes, we cross paths, I'm always here in the hot mornings. I turned the corner satisfied and took with me the two intense laughs I had when I saw that son of a bitch being destroyed, he went on walking half-slowly, I went back to that bar on other occasions, one day I'll tell you. NOTE: Cadastral text in the register of works according to - Law 9.610 of 19-02-1998. Reproduction without authorization is prohibited. THANK YOU to everyone who's read my story! Vote, comment, criticize, I'm here to listen and entertain the readers. Hugs to all!!!!