Bad intentions

Venâncio was a homeless man from the northeast who came to the capital in search of a new opportunity to live and work; with the help of some friends he took a technical course in the field of civil construction and soon became a respected professional; my meeting with him took place in an absolutely natural and spontaneous way without me realizing what was still to come; the first time we met was in a cafeteria where we both had coffee whenever possible; he worked on a large-scale construction site near where I had my office and the first conversations were relaxed and fun. When I asked if he was married, the answer came immediately. "I'm married, yes sir", he replied firmly, "but I think by the time the championship is over, the mistress must have found another male to share the expenses and the bed... no problem, right? I was appalled by those words, but Venancio seemed a well-resolved fellow in that respect; curiously he ended up enrolling in the same gym where I did bodybuilding and that brought us a little closer; he didn't miss an opportunity to catch a young girl who gave him a mole making sure to tell me all the details the next day. It was about this time that he showed himself unhappy with work aspiring to something that was far from very extensive manual works and services; I was worried about his discouragement and proposed to help in what was within my reach to which he was very grateful. With some contacts, I managed to get him trained and hired by a large company in the area of private and institutional security, enjoying an activity far removed from civil construction; he was immensely grateful, but I said that I had only made a contribution to his personal progress. Over time, he became head of security of the building where I worked, and this also made us closer without implying excessive intimacy. "I'm sorry for the intrusion, but this day I saw your wife ..., beautiful woman! But she seemed a little sad; I hope everything is fine between you!", she commented one day while we were having coffee in the cafeteria. I appreciated the compliment and told her that my relationship with her was going through many difficulties, but that sooner or later everything would be resolved. It was also at this time that something happened that made me realize that my sexual inclinations were blossoming in an unexpected and disturbing way; there was a staff member at the gym who always looked at me with an intriguing look and smiled with veiled intentions; I tried to abstract, but something inside me cried out for us to go beyond just intentions; and one very early Friday as I was preparing to leave this guy came out of the shower area walking towards me. He stood beside me opening his closet and greeting me without answering me; I resisted the greeting, but I could not resist checking his documents that had interesting dimensions beyond rehearsing a nascent erection. "Do you like what you're seeing?" he asked, turning around proudly showing off his already rigid penis. "If you want, he's all yours. "And how do you know I want to suck your dick?" I asked arrogantly, but not firmly. "Ah, partner! It's in the face that I'm coming!" he replied with an ironic tone using his hand to swing the member to me with a naughty expression. "All right, but not here", I answered, capitulating to the inevitable and already approaching him to caress his cock. "Why waste time?" he remarked with a cursory tone and a winning smile. "There's no one else around here, just a quick blowjob". Taken by a youthful and unwanted inconsequence, I ran to the door of the dressing room, locking it from the inside and returning to the subject who was already waiting for me full of anxiety; I got down on my knees and without much fuss I grabbed that piece of meat whose hardness was impressive and began to suckle with immeasurable voracity. I confess that I was amazed by my performance especially because it was the first time I sucked a male roll and the groans of the partner confirmed that I was doing very well; while sucking I still took the opportunity to hold the balls in one of the hands squeezing them gently and after a while the subject held my head hitting hard inside my mouth until I reached the climax ejaculating with abundance to the point of making me almost choking and forcing me to swallow his load. And with the utmost brazenness the subject pulled out the already softened member, took his clothes and began to dress acting as if ignoring my presence; as soon as he finished he walked quietly to the door leaving me there on his knees with his mouth smeared with semen. I tried to abstract that event, even though burned inside me an inexplicable pleasure for having sucked the staff stick and in the days that followed he acted as if he did not know me what I believe to be something normal from his point of view. In any case I continued with life trying to forget what had happened. Weeks passed until one afternoon Venice approached me at the entrance of the access asking if I could have a conversation with him to which I could answer when he wanted. "Could it be very late in the afternoon, as soon as I get off at the point?" he asked with an emphatic tone to which I acquiesced, trying to hide my curiosity. Because it was an atypical day, I ended up prolonging my work beyond the scheduled time and soon found myself alone on the floor wrapped in spreadsheets and reports not noticing the presence of Venâncio who was leaning on the doorstep watching me. "Hi, friend! I didn't even see that you had arrived! Have you been here for a long time?" I asked as soon as I discovered his presence. "Tell me something, is it true what they say out there that you like to suck on a man's dick?" he asked, approaching the table and resting his hands on it as he stared at me. I confess that in addition to the surprise I was also taken by a feeling of being helpless in the face of a situation proposed by someone who knew me for a long time. After taking a deep breath I told him about my experience with the staff at the same time as I asked him how he had found out about it. "Well, the staff commented, and the abused subject was bragging about it!" replied Venancio with a calm expression. -Look, it was the first time I did it and I didn't even think about the consequences - he said, trying to justify the unjustifiable - I think it was crazy! ..., but why did you ask? Venantius stood up and remained silent for a few minutes causing a feeling of unease in the environment; my desire was to run away from there without looking back and never again face the face of my friend whom I had left embarrassed. "To tell the truth ..., I have seen you naked several times and always thought that you have a beautiful ass! ..., it even looks like a woman's ass! And I do not deny that I always get a hard stick when I think about it!" said Venantius in a tone of frankness that broke that deafening silence. Those words fell like a lightning over my head leaving me unable to say or do anything, limiting myself only to face Venantius. "And what do you plan to do about it?" I asked, throwing in the towel, since I could no longer hide my feelings. "Come with me, let's go home!" he replied without hesitation. I asked, somewhat bewildered by the suggestion. - That's the only thing I'm sure of! - he returned emphatically. When I found myself in Venancio's car heading for his house, which was a modest apartment not far from where we were. As soon as we entered the apartment, he asked me to take off my clothes; even embarrassed, I did not hesitate to comply with his request by getting naked in front of him; he circled around my body and soon groped my buttocks, squeezing them tightly. "Cockroach! What a big and cute bundle you are!" he whispered in my ear, already dipping his finger in the water and pressing my seal. I thought it would be no use to tell him that I had never done anything similar in my life, and I let myself be carried away by the moment. "Go to the bedroom and lie on the bed, I'll be right there!" said Venancio, slapping my ass. I was lying in bed waiting for what was to come and a few minutes later he came to me displaying his nakedness; Venancio had a body with a discreet belly, muscular arms and legs and a tool of approximately seventeen centimeters with a disturbing caliber; he asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and began to rub his hard roll on my lips until he demanded that I give him a blow job. I heeded his request and tucked the member dedicating myself to mamma avidly while squeezing it by the base. It was not long before the subject was under my control with his enormous hands caressing my head as he uttered compliments on my performance; I embraced him by the waist and lowered my hands to his buttocks which were rolled and very firm squeezing them with emphasis and devoting myself to swallowing his sword to the tail reaching suffocation drooling a lot on it. "Arrr! That's enough! I'm going to fuck you up real good!" he ordered impatiently as he pulled his dick out of my mouth. - All right ... but be careful - I answered while taking the indicated position - it will be my first time ... "First of all, you little bitch, I'll be nice to you", he said cheerfully. Venancio came up to me and squeezed one of my buttocks pulling it to the side while already brushing the brute in my groin; I could feel when he salivated in the area resuming the brushstrokes until the moment when he unleashed the first vigorous punch; others followed as forceful as the initial one and after some attempts he finally succeeded in projecting the glans into my little saddle that was painfully laced. I thought to ask for a break to recover from the initial pain, but Venancio did not give me that opportunity by punching consecutively while he put his brute inside me. As I felt the balls brush against the groin I concluded that he had reached the end of the penetration with pain gaining throbbing contours that made me groan sensing the curl breaking my folds; Venantius had no intention of attending to my pleas for an interval of recovery and soon began a sequence of deep and forceful punches amplifying the painful effect of his gesture. "Argh! Afff! Hold on, my bitch! In a little while it won't hurt anymore!" he murmured as he persisted in the always very deep strokes. Venice advanced with the impalement and I tried to resist bravely with some stubborn tears rolling down my face and teeth grinding in an almost fury; to my encouragement, a long time passed until the pain was being mitigated giving way to a pleasurable and intense sensory experience; realizing that I was enjoying being broken into Venice made the stabbings more cadenced something that reverberated in an even more exciting way; it squeezed my buttocks beating with rhythm and amplifying my sense of pleasure as the first time I was the passive and no longer the active. In this climate I was surprised to notice a vigorous and vibrant erection without having to manipulate my tool with the member pulsating in a sharp way indicating a degree of excitement that I had never experienced before in my life. Venance continued to pound the bottom with a well-marked rhythm which caused me enormous pleasure making me want to surrender to it without any restriction. And there was no time for him to warn me about the arrival of his orgasm which exploded inside me with jets of hot, viscous semen soaking my entrails. At the same instant I experienced a profuse pleasure throwing my sperm on the sheets of my bed with my body involuntarily trembling and spasms taking over my already weakened muscles. Venantius remained clinging to me, stroking my buttocks with his sweat splashing on my back. I let him get a little bit of recovery, and I felt a tremendous relief when he pulled his softened member out of me, making sure to keep his buttocks apart so that he could watch my cockeyed ass letting his semen pour down the drain and splashing on the bed. Soon afterwards he made me lie on my stomach and came to my side looking up at the ceiling with an expression of inexplicable happiness. "Fuck! It was the best fuck of my life!" he commented, still a little out of breath. "It was too good to take your goatee off! I hope you enjoyed it too!" Without the courage to respond with words, I merely nodded with a wide smile; after a while he embraced me and began to lick my nipples, provoking a new creepy wave. "I've never kissed another man in my life... I think you'll be the first!" he said just before sticking his lips to mine, sticking his hot tongue into my mouth in a long, lascivious kiss. We kissed several times before we decided to get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower with me, partying with his pistol while he stuck his fingers in his groin, pressing his little anus, a gesture that received no resistance from him. From that day on we met whenever possible, whether in the middle of the case or late in the afternoon, which soon resulted in my wife's distrust and a laconic detachment; when I suggested that we separate, she refused to accept, stating that she still preferred to have me by her side and with the passage of time we resumed some intimacy with some rather fiery steps; she did not ask me questions and for my part I kept close to her sharing the same life in common as before. Venantio in turn also arranged a female facade without however taking her to his house, something that was only allowed to me. One afternoon after a delicious fuck he asked me to finger his little ring and I did it with immense pleasure enjoying to lick the seal before sticking my finger deep well making the subject let loose whimpering groans. Our intimacy narrowed to each new meeting and I gave myself to him in every imaginable way to the point that he called me his whore. On the other hand at home I behaved with discretion without ever denouncing what was happening outside the door; my wife did not care and we continued to relate as much in bed as outside her. Yet as nothing was everlasting came the day when Venancio warned me that he had gotten an invitation to work in another state and we parted with an unforgettable fuck that lasted longer than expected causing me to spend the night with him. He fucked me in every way imaginable and we ended up with me in the roast chicken position receiving the male inside me beating vigorously while calling me his bitch. "I will miss you very much, my hot bitch!" he said several times without stopping. Unfortunately, after his departure I was seized by an almost depressive boredom that resulted in a new estrangement from my wife who still insisted that we stay together; I didn't even know how long I could endure that situation, but I never stopped treating her with affection and love.