My father's friend, head of security - LUKINHA

I think the adult world is kind of weird. Why is it so difficult with such basic issues as feelings and desires? I'm coming into this world now, I still consider myself very young, but I think the best way to deal with feelings and desires is to be honest with yourself, to let it flow. As I related in the previous story (192668 <unk> Facing the Fury of the Masons), when he caught me with the masons, my stepfather jumped on my neck. I thought he was going to beat me or fuck me, but when he saw me laughing, he just gave me an intense kiss on the mouth, looked at me in the eyes in a strange way, almost sad and left the room without saying anything. I did not know what was going on in that head that sometimes seemed so confused. The retirement at home ended before the time, my mother was satisfied and happy with the work of the masons, I also loved to meet those two fucking males and to have opened up more possibilities of fucking with other partners, the only person who was unhappy was my stepfather Carlão. My mother informed him and me that he would travel on Monday to complete the implementation of the new store of the company and would be away for about 10 days, logically he gave a show of intolerance, reaching the summit of saying that if she went, she might not find him on the way back. She hit her foot firmly saying that she would go, because her professional life was as important as personal, she told me that the diarist would come more times a week to keep an eye on the house and on me and also that she had spoken to my father to support me in case I needed it. She also allowed me to stay at his house if I wanted to. She seemed to realize that I was getting out of adolescence and responsible for a new life. Carlão disappeared the whole weekend, on Monday morning my mother traveled and at the end of the day, after the diarist left I was alone and I decided to go to my father's house to talk to him. Carlão hadn't shown up yet when I left the house. I arrived at my father's house around 7:00 p.m. and found him on the corner, almost in front of his house, talking to a guy in a security uniform, looked like a policeman. He introduced me to his friend and hugged me: "Look here, Cleber! That's my boy, Little Luke!" he said introducing me to his friend. The guy shook my hand with a natural force that made me tremble. He must have been about 45 years old, dark, strong and with a brave face. He was working on the surveillance of a work that was being completed on the street where my father lived, it was a gallery with a series of office rooms and small shops. - What a nice guy! I have two children too, from my first marriage, but they're younger than your boy. What are you studying Lukinha? <unk> He asked me trying to pull a subject. - I'm finishing high school and preparing for the entrance exam. And boy is my father's expression force. With this size, I'm a little boy. - He said smiling and looking at that male from top to bottom. He was a man's beauty and I always loved any kind of uniform. I asked about his work, he told me that he was taking over the night shift, that he was in a surveillance room from where he could see the whole locality and that during the day he was replaced by another who follows the completion of the works. On weekends he worked two days in alternating weeks. When the work was finished he was going to be the head of security. While he was talking to my father, I was looking at his uniform in disguise, and I saw bulges in the middle of his legs, which excited me. I think he even noticed my looks, but he acted normally, talking to my father. After a few laughs, we said goodbye, and I went to my father's house. My stepmother was not at home, she had gone to visit a sister who lived nearby. My father ordered pizza, we ate and we talked some more, he told me that he was having a better relationship with my mother, which was very good for me. He said that he had realized that her marriage was not going well, but that she was very intelligent and would know how to handle the situation. He also said that if I wanted I could stay there with him and my stepmother until my mother returned, but I said that I would stay at home anyway and that I would call if I needed anything. I convinced him that my stepfather was cool with me and that I would be fine. My dad wakes up early for work, and he also sleeps very early, and about 9:30 he was kind of sleepy, and I told him I was leaving, and he told me to sleep in the guest room, but I said I was going home, because I was going to do some research at school very early, and it would be easier to sleep at home, and he insisted on taking me, but I told him I didn't need to, because it was only about a 20-minute walk, and when I got home, he would text me. I said goodbye to him, and as I embraced him, I felt something in my stomach, and I noticed that it was his cock that was half pumped, I think because of his sleepy state and the soft cloth shorts he was wearing, and it was the first time I felt my father's volume in contact with my body, and it left me kind of confused, between excited and hot and guilty. As I passed in front of the gallery under construction I saw from a distance, in the middle of the corridor, Cleber with his back to the street, checking a door. I approached the main gate and was looking inside, he soon turned around and, seeing me standing there, approached. I thought he was going to sleep at my dad's house. He said with a smile and I could see how handsome that mature man was. His uniform glued to the body made his masculine power evident, it seems that the uniforms were made to arouse the erection, every uniform marks the region of the butt and the butt. That's impressive! I couldn't help but take another look at that whole volume. - I didn't want to stay no man! I have to solve some things at school tomorrow, better sleep at home. Do you stay there alone all night? It's not boring isn't it? <unk> I asked. Sometimes it's a little small, but I read, I watch TV, I watch some videos and sometimes I even take a nap. - Do you watch videos? I wonder what kind of videos you should watch to relieve boredom. <unk> I said that to see his reaction and I noticed that he became a little serious, red, passed his hand on the roll, sort of waving to the side and answered me: - It doesn't matter, those things are for people of his age, I watch movies and other things. I'm curious, I'm interested in everything that involves security, police, investigations, that sort of thing. <unk> He looked at me in a strange way, sort of suspiciously, looked back and forth down the street, sort of checking to see if he had someone and opened the gate just a little bit, just enough for me to go through. "Come in, I'll show you the little room". I walked in, and soon we were in the surveillance room that was on the side, right at the end of the gallery corridor. It was a simple room, with a large display panel where I could see all the images captured by the cameras, including images from the street in front of the gallery. A two-seater sofa, a notice board, small shelves and a table with a very comfortable chair where, I imagined, he would spend the whole night watching the environment. - This is where I work. See? It's nothing much, it's a very standard security room. Almost all of them are like this. <unk> He was talking standing at the side of the table and I was looking at everything, showing some interest. Then I shifted my gaze to the middle of his legs, where I had the impression of seeing a much larger volume than before, he was excited, I found. I approached the control panel and I bent a little over the table, pretending to look carefully. By the side of the eye I saw him move again in the fucking hard and I was sure he was, I moved away a little towards him, still bent and my butt rubbed that hard pause, I could feel it. - What's that mean? Be careful what you do! look where you stumble! <unk> He said stepping back a little and looking me in the face. I didn't know if he was angry or excited. - You can leave, I know what I do for a long time. <unk> I said that and I already took my hand in his cock, feeling the hardness. He held my hand and seemed trembling. - Do it don't bother, I'm in a bloody drought, working at night is bone, it's been a long time since I like the woman, you'll get confusion for me. I'm a friend of your father. <unk> I didn't say anything, I just knelt in front of him and passed my hand on his hard pause. - I can see that you are in real danger. Enjoy it, man! I love to relieve a tired worker. Just between us, my father will never find out. - I didn't even have to argue anymore, then he was with his pants open and a big brown cock, not very big, was thrown in my face and without much delay I swallowed and started to suck. He moaned and then I was opening my shirt and holding my head, pushing the cock in my throat, making me swallow everything. I saw you looking at my cock while I was talking to your father. Nice little piggy, so new and so slutty. I swallowed and cuddled cute, while he pulled his shirt out and showed me a very tight and cute body. He picked me up and threw me on the table. I lay down, continued sucking his cock, who then began to take off his clothes and with a big and strong hand stroked my butt and began to insert his fingers, smoothing my folds. I moaned like a little bitch, feeling his fingers on my butt. His voice was thick and strong. An imperative order that no one would dare disobey, much less a horny little bastard wanting to take that thick roll in the ass. I took off my clothes and stood up, he pulled me abruptly and put me on all fours on the table, I was completely open and vulnerable in front of that male with the cock slamming hard. He said that and stuck his tongue up my ass, licking me good and tearing out little titties. He pushed my back a little bit, leaving me at his waist, with his ass wide open on the table. I heard him spitting on his hand and lubricating the dick and then he was brushing my ass. He quickly put the dick's head on my ass and started pushing it in, I was sure it would be a quick and delicate fuck, that man looked abrupt. His hands on my waist and, in a stronger lock, the whole dick jumped in, breaking my bottom and settling well inside me. - Oh, my ass, take it easy! - Shut the fuck up! Slow fucking down! You wanted to roll and you're going to roll quietly. Here's a quick game, we can't take too long. <unk> He said that and pulled the whole stick out of me and punched me hard again, pulling another groan out of me. He did that about four times, he liked the act of breaking into me. He pulled everything out and punched me again. He gave me strong punches inside, making me feel in the cock the potential of that macho. I just groaned and felt every punch he gave me. Holding on like a naughty, obedient little bitch. I want to look at your smug little face while I bust this asshole. <unk> He said that, ripped out the inside of the break and helped me turn, becoming roast chicken. He punched his stick inside me again and pumped hard, going in and out hard. My little body swayed on that table, while he pulled me towards his break breaking me with pleasure. I looked at my face and I could see the pleasure that guy was feeling. If I were your father I'd break your ass before the men on the street. <unk> He said that and started sweating on me, widening my little hole. "Fuck my man, break the ass of your moleque, pretend I'm your son". My son is a man, he's not a whore like you! He's already dripping sweat on me, he pulled my hair tightly and raised his hand. He said this by slapping me twice in the face, making me feel my face burn a little. My dick exploded in a violent laugh that ground my belly and even the table. Meanwhile, his dick pulsed hard, filling my ass with shit. Tired and composed, he put his hand on my shoulders, led me to the back of the gallery, and I left through a side gate that led to the back street. "Look what we've arranged, little boy! Keep your mouth shut! Your father can't know about this. When you want more roll you let me know, then you enter through that door without anyone seeing. I went down the street that would take me home, feeling my ass open, a slight pain in the rectum and a void to be filled in the next fuck. NOTE: Cadastral text in the register of works according to - Law 9.610 of 19-02-1998. Reproduction without authorization is prohibited. I'm counting on your vote and your comment, and that further rewards my diligence in writing to you. Hugs and until next time!!!