Married Military

I'm 38 years old, I'm military, married, I'm 1.82m, weight 85, body in shape with few hairs, legs with a pair of thighs similar to those of football players, I have brown hair and cut with machine 2, I don't wear a beard, but I shave in the morning and at the end of the afternoon it has grown leaving my face with that blue tone. I've always liked men, but by my profession I can't give a flag. I've shaved several times, but always with great discretion. I choose very well the guys I go out with and are usually people I know well away and outside of my branch of activity. I've been almost a year that I didn't shave with another guy and that's why the male figure was already beating, I was thinking about a man with high legs with a pair of thighs like those of football players, I had brown hair and cut with machine 2, I don't think I could control myself, but I shave shaved in the morning and at the end of the afternoon it had grown leaving my face with that blue tone. I've always loved men, but by my profession I can't give a flag. I've always been hanging on the Internet for a couple of hours, I've been looking at my wife's website, but I'm sorry for that I'm running away from it. I can go in and try to see what's wrong with your connection. I touched myself and opened the door to let him in. I stood back and saw that the overcoat marked his bundona and what bundona. I took him to the room that I make office and began to explain the problem that was happening. He without saying anything was already starting to move on the connection. I just stood there watching. When he sat in the chair in front of the PC, I saw that between his legs the overcoat marked a beautiful volume. It was like half back and behind him I was only on the tape. Then a thousand thoughts began to pass through my head. I wanted to know his name and so I asked: What's your name? It's Mark. He answered without looking at me. Do you want a coffee? If it's easy, I'll take it. I went to the kitchen to make a coffee because I was also running out. I took the opportunity to try to pretend with that guy. I came back with the cup in my hand and offered it to him. For the first time he looked at me and realized that he looked right into my eyes. I asked if it was good with sugar. He still looking at me answered with a hurm sound. I realized that he began to look carefully at the office and, noticing a picture of me on a shelf, ended up asking: Are you in the military? I'm a lieutenant, I said. "It must be a very good profession", he continued. Why do you think that? 'Cause it's nice to be able to tell everybody what to do. That's not quite what I said. He stood up and handed me the empty cup. I could see that he had opened the buttons of his overcoat up to the navel, and you could see that he had a well-worked and smooth chest, the way I like it. Strangely enough, he stopped talking there, with a thank you, and went back to his work, bending down on the floor to see the little box where the thread came out of the wall. Again by the position the overcoat returned to mark that beautiful bundle. I resolved to take the cup back to the kitchen before my staff signs of life. I forgot to say that I was wearing green nylon shorts, that let my cave see through, and wore a white sweatshirt, also green, tight to the body. I resolved to stay in the kitchen plane for a while and try to wrestle with a ball to get my thoughts into that garbage till he saw me in the office and heard me call out: ° The problem is here, the wire needs to be changed <unk> he clarified. "Do I need to buy it or do you have it?" I asked. I've got it in the car. I'll get it and change it. I was feeling completely dominated by this guy, I needed to arrange an urgent way to have it. I tried to force my head, but no idea came to me. He came back with the cable, passed by me without looking at me and already went to arrange the exchange. He worked very well and quickly, just changed and said to me: ° The gentleman to test to see if the problem has been solved. I turned on the computer and waited for it to open. Excuse me, but could I use your bathroom? I went with him to show him the bathroom, and I rushed back to the office, and that was the tip I needed, and I went online, and I opened up a naked men's website that I already knew, and I opened up a page where a guy was sitting on the lap of another guy with his roll all buried up his ass, and he came back from the bathroom, and I was trying to pretend that I was doing something wrong, and I minimized the page, and he realized, and he said, Is everything all right? It's very good, don't you want to try it? I stood up and gave him my seat, and he was curious to see what I had hidden, and he clicked the page that opened quickly, and he was staring at the face of that jerk with a big stick stuck up his ass, and to disguise myself as apologizing, I said, I beg your pardon! He turned in the swivel chair and stared at me. I peeked at the volume between his legs and he noticed. Immediately he took his hand on the stick and gave a rub. I stood watching. He now took with pleasure the dick over the fabric of the shirt. I saw a beautiful volume and losing my shame I said: Do you need any help? ° If you want to help me. <unk> answered. I didn't want to wait any longer and I already went towards him and I knelt between his legs. He took the stick and showed me. I wanted to feel it too and I took my hand. What I felt was a tremendous pinch. He with the face of a bastard was opening one by one the buttons until he reached the last one. When he had untied them all he removed the sides of the jumper and let his beautiful body show. I looked and he asked: Did you like it? I liked it very much. I replied. I was looking at this huge volume that had formed in his white panties and out of curiosity and desire I decided to rid his dick of those unwanted tissues. When I pulled the elastic band of the underwear, a huge peacock jumped out. It should be about 20 cm by about 5.5 cm. A brown peacock with a thick head hidden between the skins. I grabbed that beautiful stick and scratched the skin. A tremendous red head appeared in front of me. I did not hesitate to hold tightly on that stick and scratching the skin I licked it to try it. I felt a strong smell and a taste of pine sweat. That made me even more horny. I forgot to give a mouthwash to that quite smelly peacock. I jumped out and put that head in my mouth. It fell, it laughed, the male passed down with a groan: Mommy! It's like a whole dick. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but that cock was too big, too thick, and too crooked to the right. I was squatting in front of him, and I felt his hand on my butt trying to find my ring. The sitting position he was in was no help in his attempts to exploit me. I decided to take a chance: Don't you go to the bedroom so we can get more comfortable? What about your wife? ° It may get cold, that she should only arrive at night. And again, in his strange way, he got up, giving the impression that he was finished, but he didn't say anything. I took him to the room. I didn't even care, it was the room where my wife and I slept, it was next to a very large bed so that I could extract the maximum pleasure from that male. The other room was smaller and had only two single beds. He was already going in and taking off all his clothes. He took the opportunity to do the same. He got naked and lay down. I took the opportunity to admire that beautiful boy. Dark of the color of sin, cheerful, macho, with a body and a jeba of fear. I lay down next to him and was already sucking on that chocolate picolé. He was sucking on my legs until I was pulled by the tail next to him. He lifted his body up and in the position of 69, he was passing by my bed, and he was moving his finger in the corner of his bachelor's bed. He was already going in and taking off all his clothes. He took the opportunity to do the same. He was naked and lay down. I took the opportunity to admire that beautiful boy, with a body of the color of sin, masculine, with a body of fear. I lay down beside him and he was already sucking on that chocolate picolé. He was sucking on my legs until I pulled my tail to his tail. That's four I want to shove up your ass. First I went to the bedroom closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that I had hidden there. I made sure to put one on my own in his scroll, finished unrolling the rest with my mouth. I was four. He spat a sharp splash on my ring. I heard him give another, this time on his dick. I felt that jumbo stick to the entrance of my butt. He forced one, two, three, in the fourth the head started to go in but the pain was too great. I pushed it away and got up and went to the bathroom and grabbed a moisturizer for the body that my wife uses. I wiggled his dick a lot, and even filled my thigh with cream. I went back to four and again he made it fit. He went into the first head already and whispered to me inside, "I've already asked for it". Take it easy, it's been a long time since I fucked. He pushed again, now more calmly, it seemed that the stick had no end, I felt everything inside me beating with pain, every stroke I groaned, he said: Hold it like a fucking man! And he put the rest in at once. The pain was so much that my eyes even cried. But I held firm. The male, did not even know, did not give any time and already left for the shed. He put it into the bag and then took it all out. Little by little my ass was getting used to it and then I was delirious with pleasure. His hands held me firmly in the waist and he put, took and pumped. Fuck, how that boy put well. He wanted to change his position and said: Let's face it, I like to stare into the face of the guy I'm fucking. I lay on my face and he put my legs on his shoulders. My ass was wide open, in the delicious 69 position. He buried his dick all at once. It was so deliciously buried that even without my wanting it my dick began to drop in jets. He saw and smiled. Then he pumped, pumped until he got tired. Damn, that guy never got tired. His sweat trickled from his chest and dripped on my body. I was washed in sweat and my own shit. Without warning he pulled his dick out all at once and stood up and said: Where's a towel so we can dry off? I pointed to the bathroom, and he came back with my bath towel, and without saying a word, he wiped himself with it, and he threw it at me and said, It dries, man! While I was wiping myself he sat on the bed leaning against the wall, put another condom and taking the cream that was on top of the servant-mute, licked his roll again. Looking at me who by that time had already wiped myself and just watched, he said: Sit here on my cock and ride it. Anyone who has ridden a pirouette before knows that even if his ass is laced, in this position it hurts a little at the entrance, but I wanted more was to end up in that jeba. I cowered and sat down carefully. It burned a little, but still I was letting go of the body. It went into the heel. Without wasting much time I went riding. I got to the point where I almost jumped on top of that roller, so were my rides. He moaned and asked for more. When I got tired, he turned me over, without taking it out of the inside, until I was lying on my side and lifting my leg fucked me with a cane. I enjoyed for the second time without even having to lean my hand on my own stick. That day my air to carry the stick, but the bomb was still guaranteed not tired. He, as if he had just begun to put our bomb in the bed, had just put his stick on my ass, and asked me if I had already returned to the floor. Man, don't you ever have fun? Do you want me to make fun of you now, or do you want to take more piss? Shit, the guy said, "You want me to have fun now?" I can only imagine what it was like to be in that place. I want you to make fun of my face, because my ass is already all skinned. He pulled his dick out at once and turned around in front of me. He almost sat on my chest and started masturbating. His dick was at the height of my face, and in this vision it looked even bigger. He punched himself and nothing. I asked him if he wanted me to suck. He replied: No, let me punch myself. I looked at the clock next to the bed and it said 3:20 p.m. Shit, it's been over three hours we've been playing and inside his fuckin' head there's no sign of fun. I was thinking that when I noticed his breathing started to increase and his chest was puffing. The first jet came out in a splash that flew on my face and on my hair. From there it was a succession of splashes that washed my face. It seemed like I'd never stop coming out of that fuckin' hole again. Until he, in that super hard fuckin' head, shoved the taste into my mouth still. I felt the last drops flying into my throat. He even took the towel and wiped my face, saying: Now leave my goatee clean! I touched the boy's dick, and it was completely clean and shiny. He turned me upside down and slapped me as a thank-you. He got up and went to the bathroom. Still lying on the bed upside down, I heard the shower being opened. He entered the room already dry and started to put on his clothes. I still had to take a bath before he left. I complained to him, and he said, Now I have to leave because I'm late. He just got dressed and went to the office to get his tool bag. Before he left he told me, I left a gift for you in the office. We said goodbye and I went to the office to see that gift. It was a visiting card from them, with all their phones up to the mobile. I turned the card over and I saw written: "It was very good, when you want to do it again just call me". This happened almost two months ago and I'm still thinking about whether I should call or not. The guy left me almost a week without being able to sit up straight, but it was worth it. In the Forgetting to Vote