REVEILLON
New Year's Eve. 2010/2011 year pass. Me, my wife and some couple friends decided to rent a house in the Lagos Region, in Rio de Janeiro. As always happens in these cases, there are also some relatives or friends of the hosts, in case we rent the house.
The 31st was already running lively. We'd have a barbecue, we'd drink and have fun in the pool, when a friend's father-in-law, a guy in his early 60s, muscular and gray. After the presentations, he went to change and came back wearing only a swimsuit, which, by the way, suits him very well.
After circling the various wheels he graduated from, he came in, asked for permission, and sat next to the table I was at. He apologized for not recording my name and commented:
- What? There are also so many people and I have difficulty recording names.
- What? I say, now and that's normal, my name is Galah.
- It's okay. He says: Elias, nice to meet you.
We talked a lot. Good talk. We watched the guys at the pool, including the various women in bikinis. Once in a while, he scratched his limb and I discreetly looked at the volum in his swimsuit. Sometimes he talked, how beautiful a woman. This remark, invariably, was accompanied by the basic scratch that I discreetly looked at. So the day passed.
Night comes. Around 9:00 p.m. people started getting ready to go to the beach. Some by superstition to attract good fluids for the coming year, such as bringing flowers, washing in salt water, jumping 07 waves etc. And others simply to enjoy the party and the burning of fires.
My recent friend, Elias, apologized and said he'd rather stay in the pool for a beer. I offered to keep you company. With a certain reluctance he accepted.
Approach at 12:00, midnight, New Year's Eve. We were sitting there drinking beer. All of a sudden he grabs his dick over his bathing suit and says,
- I'm fucking horny.
- It's okay. I simply sketch a smile.
- It's okay. He continues: I don't know if the effect of the beer or the beautiful women who were in the pool or, then threw their chips, staring at me, said: you were always looking at my volume.
I was baffled. He kept staring at me. I didn't know what to answer. Smile and with difficulty I replied:
- Yeah. Sometimes I look.
- It's okay. He went on: do you want to see? You want to get it? We're alone.
At this point, I fell apart. I didn't say anything. I knelt in front of you. I caressed and kissed his dick over his swimsuit. He just moaned. I lowered your bathing suit a little bit. I smelled his pubes, slowly went down to his swimsuit and smelled the limb that had that characteristic smell of male overflowing with testosterone. I totally took off your swimsuit. I enjoyed the beauty of your hard, rosy, thick limb with the pink head, the set adorned with pubes, some white. I couldn't resist. I just said, what a beautiful thing. What a beautiful roll you have. I was talking and kissing my thighs, my pubes and all the length of that prick that was pulsing in my trembling hands. Slowly I put it in my mouth and start a very horny feeding. Sucked and kissed. Sometimes he'd hold my head and take a few stabs, like he was fucking. At these moments, I held the whole roll deep in my mouth, so deeply that I could feel his pubes in my face, the prick hit my throat and I sucked. Hold the base and slowly withdraw more always sucking. He had spasms in his legs, squeezing my head and moaning a woouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu and babbling: that hot blow job, like you suck, breast this hot cock. We were like this, ecstatic, when the sky was lit by the fireworks that were popping, announcing the new year. For it was under the lights of the fires that he gave a strong groan of pleasure, and enjoyed, and rejoiced, and sprinkled his hot and thick sperm abundantly for my delight. I kept sucking and passing my tongue to wipe the surplus that flowed from my mouth to the turtledove, including wetting my pubes.
Your body's relaxed. His breath was gasping. Still on my knees, I looked at his face and saw his expression of happiness that should be mutual, because I too was satisfied and happy. So I say:
- Happy New Year. What he says:
- You too, Galah. Happy birthday. Happy New Year. This was the best New Year's Eve I could ever wish for.
The 31st was already running lively. We'd have a barbecue, we'd drink and have fun in the pool, when a friend's father-in-law, a guy in his early 60s, muscular and gray. After the presentations, he went to change and came back wearing only a swimsuit, which, by the way, suits him very well.
After circling the various wheels he graduated from, he came in, asked for permission, and sat next to the table I was at. He apologized for not recording my name and commented:
- What? There are also so many people and I have difficulty recording names.
- What? I say, now and that's normal, my name is Galah.
- It's okay. He says: Elias, nice to meet you.
We talked a lot. Good talk. We watched the guys at the pool, including the various women in bikinis. Once in a while, he scratched his limb and I discreetly looked at the volum in his swimsuit. Sometimes he talked, how beautiful a woman. This remark, invariably, was accompanied by the basic scratch that I discreetly looked at. So the day passed.
Night comes. Around 9:00 p.m. people started getting ready to go to the beach. Some by superstition to attract good fluids for the coming year, such as bringing flowers, washing in salt water, jumping 07 waves etc. And others simply to enjoy the party and the burning of fires.
My recent friend, Elias, apologized and said he'd rather stay in the pool for a beer. I offered to keep you company. With a certain reluctance he accepted.
Approach at 12:00, midnight, New Year's Eve. We were sitting there drinking beer. All of a sudden he grabs his dick over his bathing suit and says,
- I'm fucking horny.
- It's okay. I simply sketch a smile.
- It's okay. He continues: I don't know if the effect of the beer or the beautiful women who were in the pool or, then threw their chips, staring at me, said: you were always looking at my volume.
I was baffled. He kept staring at me. I didn't know what to answer. Smile and with difficulty I replied:
- Yeah. Sometimes I look.
- It's okay. He went on: do you want to see? You want to get it? We're alone.
At this point, I fell apart. I didn't say anything. I knelt in front of you. I caressed and kissed his dick over his swimsuit. He just moaned. I lowered your bathing suit a little bit. I smelled his pubes, slowly went down to his swimsuit and smelled the limb that had that characteristic smell of male overflowing with testosterone. I totally took off your swimsuit. I enjoyed the beauty of your hard, rosy, thick limb with the pink head, the set adorned with pubes, some white. I couldn't resist. I just said, what a beautiful thing. What a beautiful roll you have. I was talking and kissing my thighs, my pubes and all the length of that prick that was pulsing in my trembling hands. Slowly I put it in my mouth and start a very horny feeding. Sucked and kissed. Sometimes he'd hold my head and take a few stabs, like he was fucking. At these moments, I held the whole roll deep in my mouth, so deeply that I could feel his pubes in my face, the prick hit my throat and I sucked. Hold the base and slowly withdraw more always sucking. He had spasms in his legs, squeezing my head and moaning a woouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu and babbling: that hot blow job, like you suck, breast this hot cock. We were like this, ecstatic, when the sky was lit by the fireworks that were popping, announcing the new year. For it was under the lights of the fires that he gave a strong groan of pleasure, and enjoyed, and rejoiced, and sprinkled his hot and thick sperm abundantly for my delight. I kept sucking and passing my tongue to wipe the surplus that flowed from my mouth to the turtledove, including wetting my pubes.
Your body's relaxed. His breath was gasping. Still on my knees, I looked at his face and saw his expression of happiness that should be mutual, because I too was satisfied and happy. So I say:
- Happy New Year. What he says:
- You too, Galah. Happy birthday. Happy New Year. This was the best New Year's Eve I could ever wish for.
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