The Ninth and the Crown

Another night of insomnia, there uncomfortably trying to sleep on the couch in the office. Shit, why did I always have to end up fighting with my wife? She was also to blame. Every time I talked about our son we ended up having a nasty fight. Shit, that guy was already 19 years old, he couldn't do anything with his life! Because of my insistence he ended up getting into one of those backyard colleges. The mother, all proud of her useless son, even thought of throwing a party in honor of the son's great achievement. Of course I didn't agree. This happiness lasted only three months, actually one month, in the first month he attended college, but it took three months for me to find out that he paid and he wasn't going to go, or I thought the only thing that made him go was to go to a nice place and fuck him until he got out of there. Of course, he always managed to get out of the house. Of course, she was happy to go with me, and I understood that my mother was wrong, or my wife would leave the house to work at a motel, and of course, I didn't understand that my mother was wrong, or my wife. Lately it was becoming frequent these my sleeping in the office. The last time I had stayed there for a fortnight and that for a man was the end. Staying in the pussy was not a normal thing for a married guy and that night I had to end up peeling off one, I had no way, I was fucking hard and it was already late to go to the house of Nanci and besides her husband was in São Paulo. I ended up getting up, I turned on the computer. The way was to enter some chat room, find some slut, turn on the cam, hit a pussy while traveling the tramp shoving his little finger in the xana beating some circus for me. I entered the room and tried, and all the whores were already occupied, the room moved, I went to all the guys, and nothing. I stood in front of the room looking at the PC? I just chose the options, I wanted to hit a couple, then I thought: maybe I would have called again, maybe I would have hit a couple. I walked in, said good night in general, no one answered. Apparently that room was supposed to be friends who were talking about their damned lives just like mine. Suddenly a guy with a strange ID, "boss", called me on the reservation and it was more or less like this in our chat: "What's the point?" he asked. I answered. Do you have a cam? I have Do you have MSN? I have Pass your email I went over and I opened my msn, and I waited, and then I got the message that he had included me, and I was thinking that was very strange, but it was the best thing I had for that night, and I released the guy. Turn on the cam. Okay, so I called, and right after I got the message that he was releasing his image, I clicked and waited. The image was very dimly lit, the subject should be in a room with only a lamp illuminating that part of his body. Do you like hand job by cam? I got mad, I turned off my cam. He immediately went outside. I was so outraged at what I was standing there. He came back in and called me: Are you going to release the cam? I didn't answer. If you don't call, I'm out of here! I turned on the cam and he turned on his. Dude, I'm not a pervert! Neither did I. But why do you want to see my roll? I like it! I'll show you mine too. I don't know if I'm ready to see another guy's dick that I don't even know. If I wasn't, I'd be out by now. I saw him put his hand on the brace, unzipped his pants and ended up pulling out a big, white stick. "Did you like it?" he asked. I don't know, man. He must have liked it. Yes, everyone who sees it likes it. Now take yours off. I don't know how or why, but I ended up pulling my dick out. "Beauty, man, beautiful cock!" he typed. That's when I realized my dick was completely hard. "How much does it cost?" he asked. 6 inches. My seven inches. Meanwhile, I'd get my dick and he'd get his, and the guy had a really nice dick that was big and thick. "Are we going for a hand job?" he asked. At that time of the championship I, perhaps because of the unusual situation and out of curiosity I finally agreed. I punched my dick and watched this guy I didn't even know punching a violent broom in his dick. He lowered his pants and I could see even better that pyro was being punched. Take off your bermuda! He said. I took it off, and I kept banging on it, and we did that for about 15 minutes, until I wrote, Dude, I'm going to laugh! Have a good time! I ended up having a lot of fun, the fuck came out in jets of my dick grinding my whole belly. He accelerated his, and when I was going to joke, he stood up, I saw a lot of fuck coming out of that cock. Fuck, the guy was joking a lot and in jets. When he finished he showed his hand in close, full of fucking. I'm going to clean up. He wrote. "Are you going out?" I asked. Yes, I will. The day after tomorrow, come in at this time so we can hit it off together again. He turned off his cam and walked out of the MSN. I stood there with my dick out shrinking and my belly full of shit. I couldn't believe what I'd done. After a long time, I got up, took some paper from the desk drawer of the PC and cleaned myself up. I turned off my computer and went back to the sofa to try to sleep. A feeling of guilt hit me, I swore to myself that I would never do it again. The next day and the next I tried not to think about it, but the more I tried, the more I saw that pyrotechnic of shit pouring abundantly on the screens, but I was overcome by my weakness, before 11 p.m., there I was sitting in front of my PC, with my MSN turned on, watching and to make things worse, my dick was waiting so hard inside the panties. It was terrible for me, when he walked in at around 1:30 a.m. I thought you weren't gonna be there? Why wouldn't I be? I thought you regretted it. I tried not to think about it. But you couldn't? I couldn't. Open the cam. I opened the camera and I had already pointed it at my dick, I had completely taken off the shorts I was wearing, and he opened his, but he was still wearing his pants. Where are you? at work. What do you work with? I'm a security guard at a company. is there no danger? No, I'm alone in here. He opened the zipper and put his half-smooth roll out, asked: Take off your pants. I can 't . I saw that he lowered as much as he could. I took my stick and I started massaging him, he did the same thing and then that roll came back like the first time, huge. I didn't want to make fun of it right away, so I hit, hit and then just smoothed, he did the same thing, he said: Have you ever held another guy's dick in your hand? No, not ever. Do you feel up to it? I mean, I don't know. We could score and play live, you beat me and I beat you, what do you think? I don't know if I have the courage. When he sees my hard cock in front of him, he's gonna want to grab it. That chatter gave me a fucking hard-on, so I grabbed my roll willingly and started pouring the hookah, he did the same. We stayed for a long time without typing, just looking at the screen and seeing that guy I did not know hitting a joke on that huge stick. He sent: I'll have fun. Hold it a while longer . You can't. He stood up, adjusted the image, and accelerated the punch. Then jets of shit began to fly from the head of that jeba. I stopped with mine, I wanted to see everything very calmly. Only when he showed his hand washed of shit and the table, from where he was, with that pool of sperm I went back to mine. I enjoyed as never, came out a lot of shit inside my cock, in the end I showed my hand, too, melada. And that's where we'll meet? - When? The day after tomorrow. What about tomorrow? is What time is it? He left early. You could have come here at 7:00. 7:00 in the morning? Yeah, he left at 6:00, but I'll see you at 7:00. Where is it? I'll meet you at the bakery. He gave me the whole address and how he would be dressed. We left MSN. I turned off my PC, and I went to the couch to try to sleep, but I couldn't, I was extremely excited. I saw the day light up. I got up, I took a shower, I made coffee and I went out in search of my new adventure. I arrived at the bakery at 6:45, there was already a guy there with the same clothes as he had described. A guy of about 35 years, about 1.75 meters, about 80 kilos, white, strong, with a well-trimmed mustache, neither ugly nor handsome, with a macho manner. I walked towards the subject, only at that moment I realized that we hadn't spoken our names. I got close to the guy and said: MSN, I must have been smiling, because it could have been a guy on the street who was dating a guy. He looked at me and said, yes, we were in the car, and I answered with a smile. He reached out his hand to me <unk>Jose, but he called me Zé<unk>, I stretched out my <unk>Carlos Open, but he called me Carlos<unk>. I pulled out of the car <unk>where are we going?<unk> I asked, <unk>there at home<unk>, he answered and began to point the way, I didn't even want to think that I could be entering a cold, the body does that. When we arrived in front of a white roof, with a side entrance he ordered me to stop and lean back. He said that we should enter in silence. We entered from the side, he took a key from his pocket, opened a lock printed on a gate and we were joined in the most absolute silence to the room of the house where there was an urethra. He opened the door quickly and signaled me to enter the room. The room was very simple, but everything was very well organized. He turned on a radio and he sat down on the side of our body: <unk>continental guy? He hung up on the side of the bed! <unk> He just sat down on the bed, he shook his underpants, I pulled his underpants, I laughed, and I turned to the side, I saw a big stick, he was holding his underpants, and I said: <unk> He was still sitting in the corner of my bed, he had his pants, and I just touched his jeans, and I said, and I was holding his pants, I turned back, and I saw a big stick, he was still holding his pants, and I said: <unk> He was holding his pants, he was wearing his pants, he was still a big, he had his pants, he had his pants, he had his pants, he had his pants, and he had a big pants, and he was holding his pants, and he was wearing jeans. <unk> I think I blushed because he laughed and said, "You don't have to be ashamed, we're going to do what a lot of people do", and without giving me any time to respond, he took my hand and put it on top of his mega-stick. "Hold on to it", he said. I held it as if he was holding something fragile that could break in my hands. He took my hand and squeezed, a sign for me to willingly hold on to his roll, I squeezed firmly, but without hurting. It was the first time I'd ever held on to a roll that wasn't mine, and that excited me a lot. Sitting on that stiff, pulsating chest in my hand was a new feeling for years, but I was loving it. I didn't answer and kept looking at that cock that I had in my hand. He let go of my roll, took his hand up to my head and began to force it towards his jeba. I bravely resisted, until he knelt beside me and without letting go of his hand from my head he forced more and more. My desire and my will was to feel the taste of that stick, but I didn't want to give up, but I was slowly letting him get close to my mouth from that sharp spike. I stuck my lips into that hard spike, the strong smell of that spike came out. I heard him say: <unk> I opened my mouth and breast into it. Very slowly I was opening my mouth, I passed my tongue on that head and I licked it, a slight taste of my rocks. He felt that I had salt in my mouth. He had a knife in my mouth. He had a knife in my mouth. He had a knife in my mouth. He had a knife in my mouth. He had a knife in my mouth. He had a knife in my mouth, but I was able to swal it slowly. After a few minutes, I got the knife in my mouth, and swallowed it. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed, until I saw and felt his teeth touching my pubic hair, then he let go slowly, until only the tip of it was in his mouth, he repeated this many times, until he started to do it accelerating more and more and I went completely crazy. Shit, they had never sucked me that way, no woman had ever been able to give me so much pleasure. The kid swallowed to the end, put his lips on my hair, made a breeze with his mouth and still swallowed the lingon around my dick. He sucked, sucked and never lost his breath, until he let go of my dick <unk> now it does the same to me <unk> passed by me. I told him to sit on the bed and I liked him between his legs, I went down on his dick and I was willing to go down on his dick and I was willing to go down on his dick and I let his head go down there and I got completely crazy. Shit, they had never sucked me that way, no woman had ever been able to give me so much pleasure. The kid swallowed to the end, he put his lips on my hair, he was still sucking his dick and he was still trying to get me out of my dick, and I was getting used to it a little bit more than a little bit of it, I was getting used to it, then I went from that second time, I was still trying to get used to it, I was getting used to it. I heard him say, "Hum, what a hairy, fat, hot guy, let me grab you a little bit?" I thought I'd say no, but he didn't even wait for the answer, he lay down on top of me, and then I felt that fucker grab my ass and my butt. I felt that fucker let go of me. I felt that fucker let go of my ass and my butt. I felt that fucker put his head against the door of my neck, and then I got out, and I let go, and I enjoyed it, it was a delight. The kid kept sticking his jeba in my pussy, and he kept taking longer and longer to get it out. Suddenly, I felt that he wanted to, and even though I knew he wasn't going to get in, because he was a virgin, I tried to push him with my hands in that position, I just went in a little bit, I said at the same time, he was licking and biting my ear. He was making me crazy, because he was making me laugh. The kid, he'd push in and pull out, then he'd turn around and that left me even more hard. Then two fingers went, it hurt a little bit, but nothing that was unbearable. I heard the condom wrapper being ripped, then I looked back and saw him tucking his chest, then he took the tube of cream and poured abundantly on his dick, unfolded. He lay down on top of me, feeling that super-lubricated roll sliding between my butt, going to look for the little part of my tail, at first he found. He stopped, passed his arms under me, held me tightly, <unk>relax<unk>, he said. I felt the pressure and that my instinct was opening up, at first in a way that was easy, but when that headache came in, it was still a pain, like being broken in the middle. He was slowly putting me in the sun, then I looked back and saw him tucking his chest, then he took the tube of cream and poured abundantly on his dick, unfolded. He lay down on me, feeling that super-lubricated roll sliding between my butt, going to look for the little part of my tail, at first he found. He stopped, he felt his arms went down, he passed his arms under me, he held me tightly, he felt the pressure, he felt me tightly, he felt me, he felt me, he felt my head was holding me, he was holding me tightly, he was holding me, he was holding me, he was holding me, he was very calm, he was very, he was very, he was very, he was very, he was very, but I was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very calm, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, Slowly he began to move that cock inside my ass, in almost imperceptible blasts, seeing that I did not complain anymore, began to accelerate. Then he fucked my ass with a crazy speed. He put me on all fours and then, he went on inserting and removing it afterwards, he did this many times, until he put it firmly and left it there, it was a very young penis. Damn, the guy was an athlete in the area of sending a roller into a galley, and my poor cock was already crawling in my body. He started to hold the roller and he was still walking on the base of the mandrel, and he showed me the whole shoulder, and he raised it in front of me, in almost imperceptible blasts, he began to accelerate. And then he fucked my ass with a crazy speed. He put me on all fours and then, he went on inserting and removing it completely, and then he did this many times, until he put it firmly and left it there, it was a very young penis. He joked and joked and joked, even after he had completely gotten all the fuck out of his pocket he kept joking, until he said "Come on, punch a fist to joke, you'll see how good it is to joke with a stick stuck in the butt". I started punching myself, it didn't take long, then I felt that I would let go of the punch, when the first jet was out, I felt that my butt contracted and caught his roll, he realized and accelerated in the halves. Each jet seemed that I would faint from so much tension. When the last drop came out, he gave a couple more shots and then stopped, he lay down on me. We stayed engaged for as long as possible, until he took his leg very carefully inside my butt ring. He went to my body. He said "What's wrong?" He still said. And he tried to have a bath. We stayed in the bathroom for a long time. He sat on the toilet with me until I got up, he gave me the towel, I said, I had a towel on my belt, and I waited until the next day. Since that day, I've been chatting with Zé one day yes one day no on msn and every 15 days we meet for a new fuck and they're getting better and better. I've changed a lot, I don't argue with my wife anymore, I don't care whether or not my son goes to school or works in the firm. They noticed my change but didn't ask me why, and for me that's great. I rented an apartment Zé moved in for him and now we can meet and fuck at will without worrying about hiding