Son of a friend sent me his friend for a present.

I have spoken here on other occasions about the fascination that uniforms and uniforms have for people, sexually speaking, of course. I've also told two stories (182353 and 185937), about Marquinhos, a little punk, son of my friend Octavio, who attacked me in his house and I had to tear his ass off. Well, the other day I was coming to the cultural center where I work to do my shift and replace Octavio, when he started to talk to me about his son. He told me that sometimes he thought his son was kind of strange, kind of rebellious and that now his son was walking with a little girl who lived near my house. He said that his son's new friend was very effeminate, very veal, that he had nothing against it, but he was worried about the influence that little girl could have on his son. He also asked me if I knew this little girl. I didn't know what to say. Did my friend ever think if he knew that his son is a good whore and that he has fucked with several of his friends? I stayed on my side and just tried to calm him down. The important thing is that your son is educated, scholarly and honest. The rest is consequence and whatever it is, he will always be your son. Never forget that! - I don't know no man! I don't know how to react if my son turns into a deer. I'm worried about what he might suffer. <unk> He told me with a displeased face and I felt a little guilty. Although, when I ate the moleque he was already a little whore. I talked a little with my friend and he ended up confessing to me that I had already fucked some bitches, even the neighbor's son, but I didn't know how to behave if it happened to his son. I got confused and tried to be as friendly as possible. It's amazing how human beings can behave; everything is fine with the other, but with my son it's different. A lot of hypocrisy! But that's the way the world is. Life is always full of surprises, and some of them are very interesting. I finished my shift at six in the morning, went home, slept a little bit, and went to the mall that was close to home, hit a security service that I was doing at a fashion event. I was on my way home, late afternoon, almost 6:00 p.m. When I passed in front of Octavio's gate I saw Marquinhos standing in front of the gate, talking to a little girl. I honked and he waved to call me. I stopped the car, he came to the door and I could see that the boy who was with him must be the same as his father told me. He was as new as Marquinho, wearing torn jeans showing his thighs and had very feminine traits. "Hey Thales, are you all right? You've disappeared, you've never come back to this house". Said the little mark, looking at me with the face of a whore. - I'm working very hard. In a little while I'll replace your father at the cultural center. I'm going home now to rest a little more before going for cheating. Is your mother all right? <unk> I asked wanting to end the matter already. - She's fine yes man. She hasn't come from work yet, but in a little while she'll be here. This is Felipe a friend of mine, he lives there next to his house. Do you give him a ride? <unk> I looked back and forth and sent the car inside. Before entering the side of the carriage he said goodbye to Marquinho with a kiss on his face and I realized that he said something in the ear of the friend and he got into the car with a shameless smile on his face. I was wearing a more serious outfit, social pants and long-sleeved shirt, because I had gone to a job interview. Because I was very strong at the time, the outfit was very tight on the thighs and arms. As soon as we got out of the car, the guy looked at me and then spoke in a very sly little voice: You work with his father, don't you? - Yes, I've been friends with his father for a while. How long have you lived on my street? <unk> I asked to continue the subject. He told me that he had been living in the neighborhood for a couple of months, that he worked in the mall until 16:00, had fought with his parents and lived with two more friends on my street because it was closer to work and the rent was cheaper. - And where did you meet Marquinho? - I met him at a nightclub downtown, and he answered me, and I remembered that I used to work there as a security guard, a nightclub that had a matinee for the gay, sympathetic nightclub. - You're very strong man! You must look very handsome in uniform. <unk> He said to me putting his hand on my thigh and squeezing with that delicate little hand. I laughed a little sideways and looked at the face of the little bastard. "Where are you going to stay, sweetheart?" "I live in that house over there", I said, indicating that we had already arrived. - Can I come in and drink some cold water, dear? I'm dying of thirst! Then I walk upstairs, I live a little bit in front. <unk> He said this looking at me, I didn't let him out of the car and went into the garage with him inside. I didn't want the neighbors to see that jerk entering the house, I was living alone for a long time and neighbors always talk too much. We walked into the house, and I was already picking up some clothes that were lying on the couch, including the uniform that I had worn all night and the samba song underwear that I had slept in. I gave a glass and the water bottle in his hand for him to drink. He drank it and asked me to use the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed that he had his pants half down and I could see a little lace on his back, I realized that the whore was wearing underwear. Only anyone who has ever seen a new whore wearing underwear knows what kind of pressure that exerts on us. I felt myself climbing up at the time. I think he understood, because he went to the chair next to me with the clothes on, my samba song underwear and it gave off a strong smell looking at me with a bitch face. - I smell like a man, I smell like a man, I smell like a man, I smell like a man, I smell like a man. - Did you like the soft smell? Then smell right here at the source. <unk> I said that and pushed him down rubbing his face on my cock, opened my pants and pushed his face into my underwear. The little fucker smelled and licked my underwear, showing that he was loving everything. I ripped my shirt and he pulled my pants down, swallowing my hard pause that pointed to his face. "What a break, man! I didn't think it was this big". He said, licking the head of my roll and going to the base of the stick where he licked the balls. I reacted at once with the experience of that moleque. So young and so naughty! I asked and pulled his pants down, discovering a little round bundle and with an underwear tucked up in his tail. That image almost made me laugh, a delight to see that smooth bundle wearing such a small underwear, tucked up and rubbing his ass. I was mad with excitement and then I ripped off the clothes of the moleque. He quickly stood on all fours with his head on the back of the sofa, with the bundle well tucked up. I gave him a little bundle patch leaving marks on my fingers, he moaned cunningly and tucked up his ass more. I tucked the pants aside and put his tongue in that rabbit, whose texture liked the texture of that pink kitchen and He squeezed his tongue. He moaned and prayed all the way down, and he gave me that old tongue, God was more accustomed to carrying it in that same place, with all the groanings: he was already accustomed to the same place. I didn't even let him finish talking and he was already brushing the head of my dick on the door and I pushed his head inside. - It hurts man! Your dick is too big and thick! Wait a little bit! <unk> He quickly took a bag of gel in the pocket of his pants, messed up the whole ass, got back on all fours and wide open. I put a finger in his little hole, feeling the ice around it, then I put two fingers in, gave a stretch and started to push my cock that went in without any difficulty. I felt my combs clinging to his little bundle and I felt his claws around my stick. I pulled the stick almost all the way inside and then I hit hard, pulling a groan out of it. I held his waist and started pumping hard into his little hole. I pulled his panties aside and hit hard. The guy just groaned and held the blows with his butt upright. When I pulled the stick inside his whole cock it was red and wide open, making a nice, soft little mess in there. After putting a lot in his ass of four, he asked me to ride, and I sat in the chair, and he pulled his panties off, and he sat on my stick, and he went up and down hard, and I felt my dick right at the bottom of that hot little hole, and he rode a lot, and he told me he was gonna have fun, he wasn't gonna last much longer. - Have fun, little bitch! Have fun with my dick stuck in his ass. <unk> Hearing that, he looked me in the eyes and closed his little eyes. I kissed that little mouth very hard, devouring those young lips as if it were a ripe fruit. I just bit the bottom lip of the little bitch and he made fun of himself tearing everything and contracting his ass. My dick exploded inside him and I hugged him tightly, holding my dick there in the bottom of his ass. When he drew the dick of the ass, I felt my milk coming out of his ass and wet my thighs. I've never been with a guy your age, but I loved it! - Just keep your mouth shut and be discreet with the neighbors, and you'll be able to play that role some other time. The boy got dressed and carefully walked out the side of the garage. I was grateful for the gift that Marquinho had given me. I threw myself on the couch and took a nap before going to the trap. 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 commentary to encourage me to write more and better. THANK YOU to everyone for always caring!