ME and my mother-in-law
Hello friends, I decided to share with you some stories that happened to me and which even today still give me a hard-on when I remember. I'm married at 13 years old, and have a son, my name is Flávio, 33 years of age, I know I am not any paulo zulu but I consider myself an interesting guy: light brown, tall, eyes and brown hair, medium to large height, and face like asshole (according to my wife hehehehe), anyway, I like what the mirror shows. Ever since I became sexually attracted to men, it would be ridiculous to say that all of this happened without knowing what I was doing. Of course I knew and moreover wanted to feel another man's body beside mine.
my father-in-law was a simple man or as it would be said here in the south, a peon in the most literal sense of the word. A gauchón, tall clear blue eyes sunburned skin from working with cattle (he was creator) strong legs and arms, thick hands and hair all over his body and a mustache that made him look like an evil macho, exactly my counterpoint because I am the typical city guy, those who work at desks, opposite styles of beautiful men each one in its own way I always had a very good relationship with him and whenever he needed help in the field, he would call me and readily responded hoping that on one of these journeys something "different" happened because I never stopped appreciating how well-endowed he was. And even though I'd never climbed with a man, I asked my father-in-law to help him with the "little", so far nothing unusual, after all had slept in his house many times but alone with him would be the first time. It was dark, we had dinner and I took the opportunity to give some barley closer to see what rolled because although he is very discreet several times it seemed that he rubbed too much on me whenever he got a chance, or else gave that already traditional "awkward" in the toilet as who says: "and there, do you like this?" , for my part the closest I'd come to seeing his dick was sometimes going out into the countryside with him and stopping to relieve the bladder. The fact is that we sent to see in the soup, I let him drink more of course, to release himself, which did not take long for it happened because he started talking about women, back and forth stopping the subject staring at me and giving that "knuckle" on the toilet, after many beers he got up and spoke with this pasty voice who has gone over the limit: As we walked he passed his hand on my back it was driving me crazy, feeling the smell of that male mixed with alcohol in my blood, the warmth from nearby bodies I could feel its hair on my skin because it was only bermuda those same hairs which I imagined covered this bag I held my hand over his hard, strong body and smoothed out his hair. Passing it through his throbbing stick was the signal he needed for me to go on. And instead of pleading with him... Without much effort, I took off that bermuda and pulled down his man-scented underpants. And saw jump in front of my face the dick he had so often wished for... a delicious stick that couldn't be closed with one hand and must have been about 19 or 20 centimeters long, full of veins... a pink head letting out this viscous liquid that comes when we are horny. suck my cock!" I licked his head, felt him shake and moan, so i pooped that delicious dick, did everything by what had seen in the movies because never done it real (although our own instinct guides us), then realized that was not as easy as it seemed in films for the penis is very thick, but it was more delightful than I imagined to feel this male groaning about my mouth. He was delirious and kind of rude started rubbing his thick fingers on my virgin ass till that moment, then he gave me his finger to suck I knew what he'd do and whimsical spit into him stuck every little finger and rolled in his hand feeling my arse burning but the pleasure was much greater I thought he was going to faint from pleasure and excitement, but whoever said that came in spat on his hand licked my butt and the head of the stick and pushed again felt a stinging pain as if it were burning hot in the ass. But at the same time the sensation of this head rushing inside me was indescribable moaned softly He looked like an ox , big and virile possessing its prey I felt something hot running down my thighs, and then I looked up and there was a stream of blood flowing. Not once did he ask me if I wanted to stop. He seemed possessed. the male was possessing another male and wanted to fuck my ass, so he started bombing every move it looked like his dick would come out of my mouth It seemed as if I'd pierce my instinct or turn me upside down I laughed then, boiled like a whore and felt his body tremble pouring hot fucking inside me that on stilts standing had fulfilled my duty and sated macho being that I'd mocked without even leaning against the stick. We stayed like that for a few moments, trembling and satiated, aware of what was done because the alcohol had already dissipated. we took a bath and went to bed where we slept embracing, kissing each other and putting our needles on "is", and of course repeating the dose heheheheh but this is another story. today we are still together we lead a normal life in front of other people and whenever an opportunity arises we climb killing our desire for one another.
my father-in-law was a simple man or as it would be said here in the south, a peon in the most literal sense of the word. A gauchón, tall clear blue eyes sunburned skin from working with cattle (he was creator) strong legs and arms, thick hands and hair all over his body and a mustache that made him look like an evil macho, exactly my counterpoint because I am the typical city guy, those who work at desks, opposite styles of beautiful men each one in its own way I always had a very good relationship with him and whenever he needed help in the field, he would call me and readily responded hoping that on one of these journeys something "different" happened because I never stopped appreciating how well-endowed he was. And even though I'd never climbed with a man, I asked my father-in-law to help him with the "little", so far nothing unusual, after all had slept in his house many times but alone with him would be the first time. It was dark, we had dinner and I took the opportunity to give some barley closer to see what rolled because although he is very discreet several times it seemed that he rubbed too much on me whenever he got a chance, or else gave that already traditional "awkward" in the toilet as who says: "and there, do you like this?" , for my part the closest I'd come to seeing his dick was sometimes going out into the countryside with him and stopping to relieve the bladder. The fact is that we sent to see in the soup, I let him drink more of course, to release himself, which did not take long for it happened because he started talking about women, back and forth stopping the subject staring at me and giving that "knuckle" on the toilet, after many beers he got up and spoke with this pasty voice who has gone over the limit: As we walked he passed his hand on my back it was driving me crazy, feeling the smell of that male mixed with alcohol in my blood, the warmth from nearby bodies I could feel its hair on my skin because it was only bermuda those same hairs which I imagined covered this bag I held my hand over his hard, strong body and smoothed out his hair. Passing it through his throbbing stick was the signal he needed for me to go on. And instead of pleading with him... Without much effort, I took off that bermuda and pulled down his man-scented underpants. And saw jump in front of my face the dick he had so often wished for... a delicious stick that couldn't be closed with one hand and must have been about 19 or 20 centimeters long, full of veins... a pink head letting out this viscous liquid that comes when we are horny. suck my cock!" I licked his head, felt him shake and moan, so i pooped that delicious dick, did everything by what had seen in the movies because never done it real (although our own instinct guides us), then realized that was not as easy as it seemed in films for the penis is very thick, but it was more delightful than I imagined to feel this male groaning about my mouth. He was delirious and kind of rude started rubbing his thick fingers on my virgin ass till that moment, then he gave me his finger to suck I knew what he'd do and whimsical spit into him stuck every little finger and rolled in his hand feeling my arse burning but the pleasure was much greater I thought he was going to faint from pleasure and excitement, but whoever said that came in spat on his hand licked my butt and the head of the stick and pushed again felt a stinging pain as if it were burning hot in the ass. But at the same time the sensation of this head rushing inside me was indescribable moaned softly He looked like an ox , big and virile possessing its prey I felt something hot running down my thighs, and then I looked up and there was a stream of blood flowing. Not once did he ask me if I wanted to stop. He seemed possessed. the male was possessing another male and wanted to fuck my ass, so he started bombing every move it looked like his dick would come out of my mouth It seemed as if I'd pierce my instinct or turn me upside down I laughed then, boiled like a whore and felt his body tremble pouring hot fucking inside me that on stilts standing had fulfilled my duty and sated macho being that I'd mocked without even leaning against the stick. We stayed like that for a few moments, trembling and satiated, aware of what was done because the alcohol had already dissipated. we took a bath and went to bed where we slept embracing, kissing each other and putting our needles on "is", and of course repeating the dose heheheheh but this is another story. today we are still together we lead a normal life in front of other people and whenever an opportunity arises we climb killing our desire for one another.
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