Starting the Neighborhood
I've always had a certain clarity about my sexual orientation. Since childhood, I recognized the prettiest faces and admired them at the same time as some desire was manifesting within me. But I never opened it up to anyone and dated women until I turned 19, going through three quick experiences: At age 7, an exchange in the bathroom of school; at 15, with a friend from childhood who lived next door; at 19 with a guy that I met in a bar (I was still dating a woman at this point).
After this relationship ended, I started dating a few guys but then met my boyfriend today and we've been going steady ever since.
Because I live in an atypical neighborhood of Rio, which is more like a city in the countryside, I think that people started to comment but it didn't bother me. And indeed this was what began to happen: The local girls looked at me differently and always respected me from the front - even because my height and attitude demanded such respect. But I knew for sure that they were making malicious comments about me. One day, I was returning from a late-night concert and met two childhood friends - one of them Bernard with whom I had some sex between the ages of 15 to 16 years old - we went for beer in a bar near our house. On my way home Renato came straight home and Bernard started commenting that people were talking about me as if I'm homosexual etc.. His girlfriend was traveling and he said that she'd gone out a few times with barbecues but wanted to fuck some man. I invited him into my house, got in my room, slowly started taking off both his clothes and mine. He came on board and kissed me. And asked if I could teach him everything he had learned all these years. Without any ceremony, he stuck up my dick sucked the head of it greedily. I begged him to open his mouth wide and go as deep as possible. So he did. Shoved my cock right down his throat and soon became accustomed to the business. Until he sucked straight. We made a 69 and we were getting very excited, until he asked me to eat it. To prepare the way I tucked his smooth ass and sent tongue! He went to the moon and came back. Then for him to sit on my big fat dick (larger than all guys I've ever met, although normally 16/17 centimeters) he really liked the deal. And mocked at me. I took off my stick and laughed in his face who was puzzled not like much but kept kissing me without stopping. He had never kissed a man before....
After that day, things started to get even weirder. I had a kid who should be in his 20s by now, all strong and bouncy, very nice guy whom I watched grow up. And he looked at me differently as if watching me. One day when arriving home from the cinema, he went out to take his girlfriend who lived nearby and it was time to put the car into the garage and speak with the doorman so Rodrigo could walk back. That scene of him coming down the street, shirtless, looking my way gave me courage to talk to him one dry good night. He said good night and asked me if I knew anyone who wanted to buy a surfboard. I told him no, that he was selling mine as well and he asked me to see it. It seemed strange but I invited him up to my house. He came and went into my room. He saw the board and picked it up. He sat on my bed and put the board in his lap. I asked whether he would like a glass of water which he readily accepted. Since there wasn't anybody else at home, I left him in the bedroom asking him to make himself comfortable and walked over to the kitchen. When I came back, the board was in place again and he had his shirt off looking at my message boards and photos. He saw a picture of me with my boyfriend and asked if it's "my friend who used to come here all the time". I said yes and he told us that we were two interesting friends. He liked to see, getting excited and asked if I was faithful. I said yes, true to myself and my instincts. He understood and came towards me. Then friends of mine, he came toward me and put his hand on my chest, on my belly, went down to my dick and returned to my face, pulling me in his direction and gave me a kiss!! What people do not accept kisses, man! All with repressed passion for going out with men. I didn't fire up. I took off my shirt and loosened the belt. He unbuttoned my trousers and moistened my back until it squeezed my butt. If he didn't have experience, at least he understood the business in other ways. I lowered his bermuda and a beautiful stick smooth hard yet soft came out swinging and provoking me. I held that pike and gave it a light stimulation. I hold his bag and felt its firm big balls. He pulled my panties off and gave me a bowl of burping on the pike. Ooh! What voracity. He would come with everything until his nose scratched into my bristles. And liking me, of course. I threw him backwards onto the mattress and lay down on him rubbing our sticks kissing and groping like. He had no shame in moaning and closing his eyes, feeling that crazy exchange of energy. And he'd still squeeze my ass by opening up my butt with his fingers. But what was it, man? The kid was a pro at this stuff. I lowered my mouth down to his hot, pulsating dick, swallowing every inch of that delicious prick. Then I lifted its legs and descended into his bottom, which opened like a flower to receive my thirsty tongue. Almost just enjoying the feel of that hard little lump on my face and that cool little buttocks in my mouth. I turned around and offered him my dick to suck while tonguing his arse. He didn't pretend like he was begging for it, but rolled over at the same time as swallowing my cane willingly. Swallowed up my bag and stuck a finger in my ass. It gave me that initial discomfort, but then I relaxed, and he put another one in. "My goodness", I thought, "I think it's going to be today!!" I turned the guy on his stomach and put a pillow underneath him and thrust my hand inside that beautiful receptive little butt. The dude almost fainted from pain and saw his dick slanting backwards reflecting a shallow fluid joy. That scene drove me crazy; I always wanted fist-fucking but with an inexperienced greedy face like that was too much. I jerked off with the other hand and enjoyed myself into his bundle. He smiled as he felt warm milk trickling down onto his smooth white skin. Slowly I pulled out my hand and carefully threw away the condom. He asked me for a minute to go in the bathroom. From my room I could hear him groaning as he washed himself with the shower, and came back at me with an evil look on his face. So I went out too, and returned to find him masturbating like no one had ever seen anyone masturbate before - forcefully, almost violently. And he was twitching without even realizing that I'd arrived; so I cautiously walked up to him and tapped into his bag. With this sway of his body, I ended up biting hard against his egg. I put my tongue and teeth in his bag, into his loose-fitting asshole. He moaned and whimpered. Put the condom on it and stuck a stick through that asshole which didn't even need any more lubrication, all cracked open and wet with saliva. It rolled around my dick feeling every inch of my cock entering its arse. I thought after an entire hand it would literally be paint. And he stopped masturbating to devote himself to giving me this whole tail by pulling me down from the sack towards him. Man, that pain was hot. Without touching himself, he made a lot of fun. He fucking flew away. I pretended to take my dick off but he told me not to. I kept hitting that asshole hard and squeezed his half-floppy cock into the loose bag. At "H" time, he did something I've never seen him do before: pulled out the condom from my stick and poked at my penis until it took every last drop from my bag. He swallowed everything willingly and I scolded him saying this is wrong, dangerous...and neither was he....we went for a shower together and tried to pull things up. Of course, he's supposed to be burning up his ass like a fire.
And that was just the beginning because after Bernard and Rodrigo, one or another brother of Rodrigo came looking for me in addition to other guys from the neighborhood who seemed to wait until I got home at night to approach and fuck with me.
After this relationship ended, I started dating a few guys but then met my boyfriend today and we've been going steady ever since.
Because I live in an atypical neighborhood of Rio, which is more like a city in the countryside, I think that people started to comment but it didn't bother me. And indeed this was what began to happen: The local girls looked at me differently and always respected me from the front - even because my height and attitude demanded such respect. But I knew for sure that they were making malicious comments about me. One day, I was returning from a late-night concert and met two childhood friends - one of them Bernard with whom I had some sex between the ages of 15 to 16 years old - we went for beer in a bar near our house. On my way home Renato came straight home and Bernard started commenting that people were talking about me as if I'm homosexual etc.. His girlfriend was traveling and he said that she'd gone out a few times with barbecues but wanted to fuck some man. I invited him into my house, got in my room, slowly started taking off both his clothes and mine. He came on board and kissed me. And asked if I could teach him everything he had learned all these years. Without any ceremony, he stuck up my dick sucked the head of it greedily. I begged him to open his mouth wide and go as deep as possible. So he did. Shoved my cock right down his throat and soon became accustomed to the business. Until he sucked straight. We made a 69 and we were getting very excited, until he asked me to eat it. To prepare the way I tucked his smooth ass and sent tongue! He went to the moon and came back. Then for him to sit on my big fat dick (larger than all guys I've ever met, although normally 16/17 centimeters) he really liked the deal. And mocked at me. I took off my stick and laughed in his face who was puzzled not like much but kept kissing me without stopping. He had never kissed a man before....
After that day, things started to get even weirder. I had a kid who should be in his 20s by now, all strong and bouncy, very nice guy whom I watched grow up. And he looked at me differently as if watching me. One day when arriving home from the cinema, he went out to take his girlfriend who lived nearby and it was time to put the car into the garage and speak with the doorman so Rodrigo could walk back. That scene of him coming down the street, shirtless, looking my way gave me courage to talk to him one dry good night. He said good night and asked me if I knew anyone who wanted to buy a surfboard. I told him no, that he was selling mine as well and he asked me to see it. It seemed strange but I invited him up to my house. He came and went into my room. He saw the board and picked it up. He sat on my bed and put the board in his lap. I asked whether he would like a glass of water which he readily accepted. Since there wasn't anybody else at home, I left him in the bedroom asking him to make himself comfortable and walked over to the kitchen. When I came back, the board was in place again and he had his shirt off looking at my message boards and photos. He saw a picture of me with my boyfriend and asked if it's "my friend who used to come here all the time". I said yes and he told us that we were two interesting friends. He liked to see, getting excited and asked if I was faithful. I said yes, true to myself and my instincts. He understood and came towards me. Then friends of mine, he came toward me and put his hand on my chest, on my belly, went down to my dick and returned to my face, pulling me in his direction and gave me a kiss!! What people do not accept kisses, man! All with repressed passion for going out with men. I didn't fire up. I took off my shirt and loosened the belt. He unbuttoned my trousers and moistened my back until it squeezed my butt. If he didn't have experience, at least he understood the business in other ways. I lowered his bermuda and a beautiful stick smooth hard yet soft came out swinging and provoking me. I held that pike and gave it a light stimulation. I hold his bag and felt its firm big balls. He pulled my panties off and gave me a bowl of burping on the pike. Ooh! What voracity. He would come with everything until his nose scratched into my bristles. And liking me, of course. I threw him backwards onto the mattress and lay down on him rubbing our sticks kissing and groping like. He had no shame in moaning and closing his eyes, feeling that crazy exchange of energy. And he'd still squeeze my ass by opening up my butt with his fingers. But what was it, man? The kid was a pro at this stuff. I lowered my mouth down to his hot, pulsating dick, swallowing every inch of that delicious prick. Then I lifted its legs and descended into his bottom, which opened like a flower to receive my thirsty tongue. Almost just enjoying the feel of that hard little lump on my face and that cool little buttocks in my mouth. I turned around and offered him my dick to suck while tonguing his arse. He didn't pretend like he was begging for it, but rolled over at the same time as swallowing my cane willingly. Swallowed up my bag and stuck a finger in my ass. It gave me that initial discomfort, but then I relaxed, and he put another one in. "My goodness", I thought, "I think it's going to be today!!" I turned the guy on his stomach and put a pillow underneath him and thrust my hand inside that beautiful receptive little butt. The dude almost fainted from pain and saw his dick slanting backwards reflecting a shallow fluid joy. That scene drove me crazy; I always wanted fist-fucking but with an inexperienced greedy face like that was too much. I jerked off with the other hand and enjoyed myself into his bundle. He smiled as he felt warm milk trickling down onto his smooth white skin. Slowly I pulled out my hand and carefully threw away the condom. He asked me for a minute to go in the bathroom. From my room I could hear him groaning as he washed himself with the shower, and came back at me with an evil look on his face. So I went out too, and returned to find him masturbating like no one had ever seen anyone masturbate before - forcefully, almost violently. And he was twitching without even realizing that I'd arrived; so I cautiously walked up to him and tapped into his bag. With this sway of his body, I ended up biting hard against his egg. I put my tongue and teeth in his bag, into his loose-fitting asshole. He moaned and whimpered. Put the condom on it and stuck a stick through that asshole which didn't even need any more lubrication, all cracked open and wet with saliva. It rolled around my dick feeling every inch of my cock entering its arse. I thought after an entire hand it would literally be paint. And he stopped masturbating to devote himself to giving me this whole tail by pulling me down from the sack towards him. Man, that pain was hot. Without touching himself, he made a lot of fun. He fucking flew away. I pretended to take my dick off but he told me not to. I kept hitting that asshole hard and squeezed his half-floppy cock into the loose bag. At "H" time, he did something I've never seen him do before: pulled out the condom from my stick and poked at my penis until it took every last drop from my bag. He swallowed everything willingly and I scolded him saying this is wrong, dangerous...and neither was he....we went for a shower together and tried to pull things up. Of course, he's supposed to be burning up his ass like a fire.
And that was just the beginning because after Bernard and Rodrigo, one or another brother of Rodrigo came looking for me in addition to other guys from the neighborhood who seemed to wait until I got home at night to approach and fuck with me.
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