The Husband and the Wife

This is from a past carnival. I was in a city on the banks of the Rio, passing a gay pick-up point on the beach, just to make a buzz, pretending that I was just walking on the sand. I took off my shirt, I was just a loner, volume of the dick in front, big ass behind. I'm macho, serious, bad, nice body, so I call attention, but I don't chat. I went out towards the sidewalk and noticed a big guy behind me. A nigga started following me. I stopped to look at the cell phone, to see what it was. The guy came to pull the chat. After a conversation without any idea, the nigga only comes halfway to my ear saying "ae cara, you give that cute ass to the cara de Deus"? A wavering, and I replied "that guy likes it, he's still giving me a strange rabbit for walking on the sand?" He started laughing. He said something sarcastic, but he gave me a bad attitude today, he was more pleased with the volume of the dick in front, big ass behind. And he pulled me over the head, but I didn't chat. I went out towards the sidewalk and noticed a big guy behind me. A nigga started chasing me. I stopped to look at the cell phone to see what it was.
Shit, I've never climbed with a nigger. It's fucked up. A very big, fat roller not to close your hand around, to use extra-large condom. And hard. Very hard. That must be the breed (after that I got other niggers, and the size of the dick can even vary, but I've never seen one that didn't stay 100% of the time with the stick hard as a rock, it's fucked up). Only the nigger put the stick without mercy, as if it had a stake the size of a stick. He hit it hard. I'm not going to deny, at the beginning of the very, it wasn't good. Only the nigger didn't even want to know, he kept getting in, the little curly saw me moaning and biting the forehead. And the fucked up (I knew that the little guy) is that after I got up, he's still a little crazy. That other hard-ass guy is still sitting there asking you for a jerk-off I punched him in the head twice as hard as a rock, but it's fucked up, it's fucked up). Only the nigger put the stick on my ass, screaming, screaming, screaming, and crying, and giving me a pain that was so much worse than normal.
He threw my shirt at me, told me to clean the shit with it, and told me I had to leave right away because the other guys who were spending the carnival there were about to come back. So I left with my face still half dirty from the fucking negation, with my ass burning, feeling used. And still, I went back there for the next three days to see if I could find the negation there for a replay, but I didn't find it.
I had a sore ass for two weeks, but it was fucking good.