The Motorcyclist on the Beach
Hi, it's been a while since I've written here. I haven't changed much, I'm 31 years old, 1.78 kg. I'm a normal guy living on the coast of Paraná.
On the 15th of March I went for a walk on the seashore, I drove my car because I thought it was going to rain. I drove to the end of the seashore and I drove back at a low speed just to take a look at the movement. When I'm getting close to the house to rest a motorcyclist passes by me and from a distance. It's easy to tell when someone is hunting. I stopped the car so that he could see the brake lights and let it be known that he was stopping, I realized that the motorcyclist was watching, turned around and passed me and stopped right in front of me.
I started the car and stopped next to him, greeted him and wanted to know if he lived there or what he was doing, he said that he was just passing through, that he left Guaratuba and was going to Paranagua and decided to go by the sea to take a look at the movement. He asked where he lived and if he was alone, I said yes and invited him to come to my house.
Arriving at home, which was half a block away, I could see that he was a normal guy, a little shorter than me, dark, black hair cut short, a guy that pleased me. I offered him a beer that he accepted and I asked his name, age, where he was going to get to know each other better. During the conversation he was direct, stood up and asked, holding the stick, and what do you think of that?
Without answering, I got up from where I was, opened the bermuda, lowered the black box and started sucking on the guy's dick until it got too hard, pulled him into the living room and sat him on the couch to complete the sucking.
The motorcyclist was enjoying himself so much that he laid down comfortably to win and groaned as he took the blowjob. I sucked for a short while and he pulled me in giving me a kiss and then looking for my ass.
He turned me over and made me sit on the stick, with my back to him in a position with enough freedom to roll a lot and he put deep. I began to groan and he loved it because he put more willingly, looked at the reflection in the mirror and the television and saw the head thrown back only putting and enjoying the moment. He looked for my abdomen and nipples and began to squeeze as if he wanted to knead me whole.
We stayed in this position for a while and he asked me to sit opposite him because he wanted to see my face while I was in.
Arriving in the room I went to bed and he asked me to put the chicken, he began to put it hard with a lot of footsteps, a lot of hand strokes and then he took my stick and began to hit one for me so that we could have fun together. Which happened quickly.
When we were done, we exchanged phone numbers and he said he was late and we'd talk to him to make another appointment, so let's see what happens from now on.
I hug you all.
On the 15th of March I went for a walk on the seashore, I drove my car because I thought it was going to rain. I drove to the end of the seashore and I drove back at a low speed just to take a look at the movement. When I'm getting close to the house to rest a motorcyclist passes by me and from a distance. It's easy to tell when someone is hunting. I stopped the car so that he could see the brake lights and let it be known that he was stopping, I realized that the motorcyclist was watching, turned around and passed me and stopped right in front of me.
I started the car and stopped next to him, greeted him and wanted to know if he lived there or what he was doing, he said that he was just passing through, that he left Guaratuba and was going to Paranagua and decided to go by the sea to take a look at the movement. He asked where he lived and if he was alone, I said yes and invited him to come to my house.
Arriving at home, which was half a block away, I could see that he was a normal guy, a little shorter than me, dark, black hair cut short, a guy that pleased me. I offered him a beer that he accepted and I asked his name, age, where he was going to get to know each other better. During the conversation he was direct, stood up and asked, holding the stick, and what do you think of that?
Without answering, I got up from where I was, opened the bermuda, lowered the black box and started sucking on the guy's dick until it got too hard, pulled him into the living room and sat him on the couch to complete the sucking.
The motorcyclist was enjoying himself so much that he laid down comfortably to win and groaned as he took the blowjob. I sucked for a short while and he pulled me in giving me a kiss and then looking for my ass.
He turned me over and made me sit on the stick, with my back to him in a position with enough freedom to roll a lot and he put deep. I began to groan and he loved it because he put more willingly, looked at the reflection in the mirror and the television and saw the head thrown back only putting and enjoying the moment. He looked for my abdomen and nipples and began to squeeze as if he wanted to knead me whole.
We stayed in this position for a while and he asked me to sit opposite him because he wanted to see my face while I was in.
Arriving in the room I went to bed and he asked me to put the chicken, he began to put it hard with a lot of footsteps, a lot of hand strokes and then he took my stick and began to hit one for me so that we could have fun together. Which happened quickly.
When we were done, we exchanged phone numbers and he said he was late and we'd talk to him to make another appointment, so let's see what happens from now on.
I hug you all.
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