DELIRANT VALUE (A MANAGEMENT)

What I am going to tell you here now concerns what I think and feel and ask everyone to understand so that they read this text with an open mind. My sexual orientation has always been heterosexual; better explained: from a young age I have always felt a huge desire for women, be they young, mature or old, black, blonde, redhead, etc. However, from a few years on, I have felt a curiosity that has gradually become a need for new experiences ..., experiences that relate to the sexual diversity that has always attracted me, and that now incites me. Well, it was in this context that, going to that website, I discovered some friends whose sexual orientation caused me a huge interest in being a part of it. In this group of friends, one in particular, has drawn my attention a lot ..., I will not decline names, but I know that when I read this account, he will know that I am speaking of him. I don't know him personally, so I'll just call him Paul, and I saw some of his pictures in his profile ..., and one of them provoked in me a wish that began clumsy, but gradually it was gaining form and content. And it was during a night of dreams and reveries that I imagined the scene that I describe below: I went to meet him, as we agreed. He arrived on a night flight and I indicated to him a hotel near the airport in order to facilitate his journey, since he did not know the city, and, on the other hand, so that I could meet him as soon as possible. Although everything had been arranged last minute, we were both preparing for some time ..., after an intense exchange of electronic messages, some Skype conversations, we came to the conclusion that we needed to see each other ..., touch each other ..., feel ourselves. I had confessed to him that my inexperience was total, and that I wanted something sweet, tender and subtle, but I also wanted it to go with him... even though I didn't know why, I wanted it to go with him. He, Paul, at first, hesitated, because we lived in different countries ..., I also could not hide my fear, since I am married and an event like this could affect the course of my life ..., everything was suspended in the air ..., until ... There I was, in my car, heading to the meeting with Paulo, in the hotel that I had indicated to him; my wife had no idea what was going on, because I invented a miraculous story to get out of the house much earlier and to go to my destination. During the journey, my mind was a mixture of excitement, fear, apprehension and curiosity... all at once. I was thinking of Paul, his beautiful body that I saw in the pictures and the possibilities of what was about to happen between us. I was pulled out of my confused thoughts by the roaring horn of a motorcyclist who almost got hit by me, and the next moment, distinguished, just ahead, the bright of the hotel that I had indicated to Paul. I got in the parking lot and got off the car, handing the keys to the garageman whose face I didn't even face. At the reception, a beautiful young girl of Oriental descent smiled at me, ready to attend. - How can I help you, sir - asked her with soft and docile voice. -Someone, by name Paul – I questioned, with almost trembling voice – He must have left... - Yes sir - she interrupted me with very courteous air, and, at the same time, extending me a magnetic access key - The apartment is this ..., and the Lord Paul is waiting for you. I thanked her with a head gesture, since she was too nervous and restless, obtaining as a visual response the gracious hand of the receptionist indicating the corridor where the elevators were. I went into the equipment and I turned the button on the floor indicated in the key. As the elevator went up, my heart beat faster in the chest and a feeling of anxiety haunted my spirit. As soon as the door opened, I saw the corridor and my hands shook... by the way, my whole body shook. I walked as I could, or as my legs allowed. Faced with the bedroom door, I tried to pass the magnetic key on the reader. The green diode blinked, the noise of the lock screamed and the door opened. I took a deep breath and went in. The room looked more like a flat, with a small living room just outside. On the right side there was a small area for disjoining, with minibar, table, chairs and a microwave. On the left side was the room. The room was dimly lit, which made me pay special attention to the room where the light, though tenuous, was brighter. -Hello – I said as the door closed behind me – Paul? Are you here? - In the room, my love - I heard a soft and docile voice coming from that environment. I walked towards the bedroom and when I stepped on the threshold, I had an intoxicating vision. Paul was naked, lying beside the huge King Size bed and smiling at me. He had a delicate face, although the body was opulent, denoting an air of androgynyny that excited me even more. His roll was small, and he was in a resting position. Paul was very careful of his appearance. Shaved head almost gleaming, soft face and without marks, thin lips that opened up in an inviting smile. I never got tired of looking at him. My dear – he said, taking me away from the lethargy I was in – Will you stay there? Freeze? Come here..., but first, take off your clothes, otherwise I'm the one who gets embarrassed. I had a yellow laugh and without blinking, I started undressing. As soon as I took off my jacket, I realized that Paul enjoyed my little show..., and that was when I decided to give myself up body and soul. I unbuttoned her shirt, button by button and let her fall behind me. I looked down and examined my leather boot. -How about you help me – I asked Paulo, while setting one foot on the bedside. Paul approached and loosened the shoelace, then removed the shoelace from my foot and did the same with the sock. Before I could change my foot, he held my ankle and kissed my foot. It was a warm, wet kiss that made a chill go all over my body, denouncing the erection that seemed to want to jump out of my pants. We repeated the joke with the other foot, so that, next, I could untie my belt, unbutton my pants and zip down; I let the pants run down my legs until I found the ground. I flashed my black boxer shorts and saw my partner's eyes flashed. Paul lay down on his face, displaying his monumental butt to me; I kept enjoying that delightfully obscene and insinuating landscape. Paul had a huge ass, it's true, but it was also a sculptural ass, whose contours seemed to originate in a work of art by Auguste Rodin ..., more than perfect. I drew my underwear and approached the bed; I sat on the edge and began to caress that monument of warm flesh and whose firmness drove me crazy. I took my lips to my buttocks and started kissing them softly. Paul groaned quietly and contracted his buttocks, while I still insisted on kissing them. I lost track of the time I was caressing and kissing the buttocks of my new partner who, in turn, groaned and sighed with pleasure. - Let me suck you, my male - pleaded Paul, turning his face to me. Your look seemed to beg me to say yes. I stood by the bed and looked at him. -Come on - I invited myself, showing off my hard and pulsating roll - Come on she's all yours! Paul sat on the bed and held the turtledove by the base, passing his tongue across the gland like he licked an ice cream and made me groan with pleasure. I stroked his head and let him have fun with his new little toy. I did not pull or push his head; I just let him be himself and have freedom of choice. To me, he was not a mere object of desire, but rather my new lover. I wanted him to feel good with me, even if it was just for a day and nothing else. Paul had an enormous ability with his tongue; he licked my balls, underneath them, the length of the roll and the glans, always holding it with one hand, while the other stroked my ass. Soon, he swallowed my dick, until I felt the gland touch his glottis. He started going and coming movements, swallowing and spitting the roll and looking at me in order to make sure how much pleasure he was feeling in sucking me. I threw my head back and moaned louder. My breathing was a little fast and my heart was beating at the same rate as my dick. It was all very good..., too good! Paul continued in his “task,” leaving me in a state of pure ecstasy. He had a real mastery of sucking a dick, and I felt gifted by it. -Oh, my love - he said, after taking the dick out of my mouth, but without dropping it completely - Come fuck me, come ..., I want to feel that thick dick in my ass. Without waiting for my answer, Paul turned on the bed and stood on four on it, offering his delicious and beautiful tail for my delight. I was, for a moment, hypnotized, with that exuberant spectacle of flesh that unfolded before my eyes. Paul ass up, was a offered female, ready to be my object of desire. I felt my dick pulsing painfully, swelling the glans and seeming to cry out for the eager penetration. I approached the bed and caressed Paul's buttocks; foretelling my advancement, he pulled his buttocks with his own hands, leaving the valley formed between them and, consequently, his ass blinking at me. I moved on, holding my partner by the waist and letting my dick find its destination. I took a strong step, and to my surprise, the glans penetrated Paul's hole, which in turn groaned while gently shaking his body. - Ah! This – celebrated him, with his voice embarrassed – Now don't stop, my male..., go, fuck me real hot. I pushed my pelvis forward, and forced the course of the stick into Paul's ass; I let the roll bury itself in those hot, juicy meats, until my balls hit the valley between the buttocks; I remained still for a few minutes, enjoying that moment, caressing my partner's rosy buttocks and feeling the warm warmness of his body. I started going and coming movements slow and sharp, because I wanted Paul to feel the vigor of my horny and the hardness of my roll (something that caused me a delirious pleasure), as well as allowing me to enjoy every second of that greedy fuck. Soon, my partner also began to move, throwing his body back and forth, until he obtained a synchrony between his movements and mine. We felt the exact moment when our bodies harmonized, and our movements were completed, reaching such a state of ecstasy that, by itself, would be enough to satisfy our desire. After a while, I willingly expanded my stockpiles, making them shorter and faster, and making Paul go mad from horny. - Oh, that's delicious. – babbling my partner, stuttering and sighing – What a thick, hot cock, my male! Yeah, go..., keep fucking me hot that I want more from you! Paul's words shut up deep inside me, making me intensify the movements of go and come, printing more vigor ..., a male vigor! Paul groaned under the dominion of my turtledove buried in his ass, and asked for more. I held back my muscles and showed him that I was the male he craved, beating his ass so hard that the groans soon became screams that he sought to suffocate with the support of a pillow. I had no idea how long we'd been fucking crazy, but I was comforted to know that my body responded well to the effort ..., all my muscles were contracted and my sphincter corresponded perfectly to the erection that pulsed inside Paul's ass. He told me that he felt like coming out of his ass, being screwed by me, and it made me feel valued and respected, just as I considered him my “female”, desired, coveted and now possessed. Sweat and with the bodies at its limit, Paul and I could no longer go on; there was still much will, but physiology charged its price, demanding that we bow to the inevitable. - Ah! Paulinho – I babbled, almost without breath – I can't take it anymore! I'm coming! - Come on, my male – begged my partner – Fill my ass with your hot fuck! I released a suffocated roar and felt the wave of sperm flowing through my body, being blasted into Paul's entrails, which, in turn, also groaned and rolled my back, delighting in being filled with my semen. When the wave ceased, I was bowed down before the effort; my breath was gasping, my heart was beating fast, and my sweat was flowing through all my pores. Paul was also in the same situation. Unable to control my muscles and feel my legs drool, I fell into bed next to him. After a few minutes, we fell asleep. I don't know how long we slept; I just know that I woke up with Paulo turning me into bed and playing with my wilted dick. I looked at his face and we changed a smile. I realized my partner had some cute titties and I asked him to suck his nipples. Surprised, he told me no one had asked him to do anything like that, but in the face of the sincerity of my request, he has acquitted. And there we are. Paul manipulating my dick and me sucking and licking his nipples; and even though I thought there was no refill for anything else, I was surprised by a new erection, which was also celebrated by my partner. He sent me a sneaky look and after a smile he made a request: - Can I suck that hot stuff again? - You want to suck me, you little bastard - I asked you with a naughty tone. He sat on his head. Smile at him and let him fulfill his will. Paul descends his face to the roll and begins to lick, kiss and suck with a mastery that was peculiar to him. After a while, we can't resist, and even though we still feel the effects of the previous fuck, we move on to another. This time, Paul, stood on his face on the bed and after applying a gel to my roll, I went on top of him, burying him with a vigorous movement. We fucked like it was the first time; or rather, we fucked like there was no tomorrow. Once in a while, I would nibble on my partner's neck and suck his ears, stocking his ass like he was my favorite bitch, the one whose fuck was always unforgettable. I enjoyed fucking Paulo's ass so much, I tried so hard to get my body to perform its fullest, and when I came the second time, I filled my fucking hole hot and slimy. We rest a little longer, and then we fall asleep again. When I woke up, I was just in bed. Paul was in the box taking a shower. I ran over there and said I wanted to bathe, too. He took a soft sponge and soaped my entire body. We rubbed ourselves like animals in heat, and soon, I was sticking the dick up Paul's ass that leaned on the wall and spread my legs inviting me to fuck his ass once more. Another unforgettable joy. Later (in the afternoon) we said goodbye. Paul was wrapped in a towel and I was all dressed up. I thanked him for a wonderful day. He gave me a gentle smile and after kissing my face, he said in a kind tone. - It's been a wonderful day for both of you, my thick-ass male! I hope we can repeat that in the future. I waved my head accordingly and walked through the door towards the elevator hall. I woke up. It was just a dream..., a delightful debauchery. A tribute to my friend here from the website.