From Wick to Wick

My wife and son had traveled to Cabo Frio on the Friday before carnival in order to avoid the inevitable transit of every extended holiday into the Lake District. And here I was, alone in Rio for one night, since due to work reasons I could only join them on Saturday afternoon. After my wife called me that evening to tell me everything was fine, I got tired of staying at home. Look at the situation: I, 40, full of life and health, good looks, nice people always on my own, for the first time in many years saw myself alone one carnival night.
I put on some clothes, took a taxi and went to Copacabana which would certainly have had some movement. I sat down at one of the kiosks in the sidewalk and ordered a beer. It was not for anything special except a few beers since I'm not used to alcoholic drinks and three chopps already make me half high.
Distracted, I was startled by a young man about my own age asking to sit at the table since I alone had occupied one and there were no more available in that kiosk.
The guy was very nice people, a goian who had been working that week in Rio and was waiting for his wife and two children to arrive the next day (Saturday) to spend carnival in Rio.
After five minutes of conversation it seemed like we had known each other for a long time. Soon, we were fighting and talking about our lives. I confess that I'd already drunk more than my normal quota but the talk was very pleasant and alcohol still didn't rise.
Since it was getting late, he suggested that we go to the bar of his hotel opposite where we were staying.
We crossed the street and went to this bar, full of tourists and noise. And then we had a few more beers.
Since we weren't even able to converse properly, he asked me what I thought about the idea of going into his room and continuing with our beers.
There's a clarification at this point: I lead an absolutely straight life, never had any sexual contact with another man except for some teenage mischief.
Well, in the room he asked permission to take a shower and left me at ease to get another beer from the fridge. When he came out of the bathroom I was only wearing white pajama shorts that you could say were even somewhat transparent but all this without any sexual connotation i was already feeling at home alone with my bermuda shirtless and went to the window admiring the beauty of the landscape he came from behind and leaned lightly, sure not wanting his dick on me which although soft gave it to feel like it was slightly long It happened like a totally unintentional thing and after more beers he confessed that it was over 10 days in Rio and had not done anything about sex, who did not see the time of his wife come for him to take all your delay.
With this conversation I noticed that he began to get hard stick and holding me spoke: look like I'm just talking these things. Don't know why, but it excited me, a guy macho as myself, man like me there in front of my sticks hard on his see-through pajamas.
That's when, my friends, the fire broke out and he came over to me and gave me a tremendous kiss but it was male-only kisses not those of lovers I could only feel his dick vibrating in my underwear
At that point, he asked me if I'd ever slept with any men and I told him about all the teenage shenanigans.
When I see myself, he was kneeling in front of me with my cane all inside his mouth. What a wonderful feeling! Gradually he took off my bermuda and underwear and went crazy about the sunga mark that I had (I'm clear and well sunburned). And more and more sucked on me until I asked him to stop because I was close to making fun.
He then got up, took off his pajama pants which were fully "armed" and pulled out a long but not very thick stick and asked me to suckle. Although I was reluctant he commented that it's an opportunity that I would have to be having sex with a real male and considering that he doesn't live in Rio, this will only be our secret and also a guarantee of secrecy.
Very clumsily and reluctantly I put that hard stick in my mouth. I sat on the bed and he stood in front of me explaining what I should do. It got to a point where I was enjoying the situation and my dick vibrated like few times I've seen him this way.
I took the stick out of my mouth, we lay in bed and stood on top of each other.
He laid upside down and asked me to lean my dick into his groin without poking it, which I did.
Then it was my turn: he turned around, put his dick leaning against her stomach and asked me to lean my ass on him. What a nice feeling, I couldn't even lean into my cock because otherwise I would have mocked. I felt that hard thing between the bands of my butt and was in total ecstasy
He gets up, goes to the bathroom and comes back with a pack of condoms and moisturizer.
He opens a condom while he's breast-feeding me and then covers up my poop, passes the moisturizer on his butt, lies backwards with a pillow so that it would be more exposed and spreads his legs wide open and asks me in his manly voice: eat me now dude I can no longer stand erection.
I who had never been in a similar situation, am drunk with pleasure and slowly watched my dick sink into that hot ass while the guy groaned and asked to get inside very gently. When he felt my combs rubbing his butt he told me to stop for a little bit and then start fucking. It was crazy, the guy pulled more of his arse, opened up his legs as much as possible and begged me to put it faster and deeper, and so I kept doing until I felt some contractions of its neck on my cock: it was him moaning, whining down not to be heard by neighbors.
After some time I was still putting, he asked to stop and take my stick.
We rested for a while, he got up and took a bath. He told me not to worry because it would make me laugh like I'd never laughed before in my life so that was cool.
I took a shower too and when I return to the room he is already lying on his hard stick, touching his fist lightly. He asks me to lie beside him and puts his mouth in my ear and asks what I would not like to give to him. It made me horny, being desired by another male but I refused. He said that if it hurts he will stop, no one will know about this thing between men and none of us will be more or less man because of it. In short, he finally convinced me. And now it was my turn to suck his cock while I opened the pack of condoms to capture that fuckin' feeling inside me.
I spent quite moisturizing on myself, instead of getting well relaxed and told to stand upright, leaning against a bedroom table for the man we like from behind him.
I was shaking nervously as he pushed me into position on the table and slowly put a finger in my mouth to stretch it out.
When his dick got stuck in my ass and I saw it through the mirror next to the table, I must confess that I was a bit stunned at first.
That image reflected in the mirror, seeing me swallowing more and more with my butt that was losing its gourd, a stick of a very masculine face, filled me with horny. When I felt his combs on my ass, it came to be creepy. I passed my hand underneath myself and felt our bags together, and I held both of us with one hand.
He started putting it in and taking it out, so I asked him not to play with me even if he was wearing a condom. And that's what he did: he put everything into my body then took it off leaving only his head inside of me while I looked at myself through the mirror, and afterwards threw all this stuff back again.
When he finally pulled the stick out of me, my legs were twisted and it was sticking hard. He took off his condom and asked me to lie down that he wanted to make fun on my scalp. And so it was done: while kneeling on his chest masturbating and enjoying rivers of fuck in my hair, I enjoyed rubbing my cane into her ass.
After resting for a while, we took another shower and it was too late. I had to leave.
We haven't exchanged phone calls or e-mails, because he said the chances of him coming back to Rio would be very slim.
And now I, an avid reader of straight stories am doing something that I never imagined myself to do: writing about how my ass first came out in gay fiction.
All this has happened, it is pure truth and I must confess that although for a few days felt an inconvenience, would like to repeat the experience.
So if you are really macho, preferably married and coming to Rio for a short period of time (preferably on weekends or holidays because it's easier for me to arrange myself here at home) and enjoy an exchange with very masculine guy please get in touch.
My email address is fernandosilva_rj@hotmail.com
Please only discreet males and bi.