Finding That My Friend's Son Has Grown

I have a lot of resistance to change. Any novelty makes me a bit restless until I decipher everything and get used to it or not, I often completely reject certain novelties. So, changing my address is a damned sacrifice for me, I have lived in the same building for 24 years and I have only changed floors, never the building. When you've lived in the same place for that long, you get to keep up with the changes and developments, people dying, people getting married, kids growing up and so on. When I lived on the tenth floor of my building, in a very small apartment, I was the neighbor of a very nice girl who had lived in Spain, where she had studied nursing, and when she returned to Brazil she was making some adjustments so that she could practice her profession here. We always talked about various things, she was lonely like me, very beautiful and nice. She started working in a hospital in the Paulista area shortly after and so the time went by. After a couple of years I changed my walk and she, always working at strange hours, ended up getting a little out of touch, but we kept in touch and whenever she needed something she would look for me or vice versa. One day I met her in the elevator and we talked to her apartment, where she told me that she was pregnant and would be a standard single mother. She would raise the child alone and so she did. Occasionally she had someone at home to help her, but she was leading her life and in a short time the nuisance was already running through the corridors of the building. Elisa, that was her name, got another job and decided to move closer to work and to a sister who would help her with the groceries. We kept in touch, less and less because of the distance, it's always like that with friendships. Time passed very quickly, that I didn't even see. It's been like this today. One day I'm leaving the building, I saw a moving truck and someone calls me. I looked up and saw Elisa with some boxes in her hand. - Hey girl, how are you? - Well, it's a lot of work, a lot of running, but now we'll always see each other. I managed to buy an apartment here in the building and I came back. <unk> She explained to me that she would live on the floor just above mine and suddenly I saw next to her a handsome teenager, half short, in a football uniform, thick legs and hairy, barbinha born and I recognized the moleque that walked through the corridors of the building. She introduced me to the boy, who barely looked at me in the face, with that bad attitude that every teenager has. I made a little joke to him, saying that I had known him since he was pooping in his diapers, but I felt that he was kind of averse to jokes. She explained to me afterwards that he was kind of annoyed by having to change neighborhoods and having to make new friends, finally these youthful conflicts. Time went by and I always met the two of them around the building. Elisa continued to work at crazy hours, the boy studied in the morning, played football in the neighborhood, got bored soon and now and then I would meet him with some girl, but he was still mean, with a little way of invoked machinho. Every time I passed him he greeted me with a nod and called me by name. He never called me by name. He smoked, which I thought was very bad taste, but it was none of my business, so ... One day I went to take some plants to the party hall of the building, which is on the roof and as I approached I saw him coming out of the hall. When I saw that he was a little scared, he greeted me in that strange way and went down the stairs. On entering the hall I met one of the cleaners, a tall, thin guy who worked for an outsourcing company and occasionally paid vacation rent in our condominium. He greeted me and helped me with the plants that I was donating to the hall. I found him a little crazy and a little euphoric, but I didn't waste any time with that. A few days later, I was at home in the late afternoon, and I got a message from Elisa asking me for an urgent favor. She said I needed to go to her apartment and get a document that was on the fridge, take a picture and send it to her. She said that she had already tried to talk to Gabriel, her son, but he wasn't getting the messages, that he should be at football with his phone off. She also told me that she always had a spare key behind the board that was on the wall next to the front door. In front of his apartment, I looked both ways to see if there was anyone, I took the key behind the panel, opened the door, rushed in and stood startled. The skinny guy was standing with his pants down in front of the sofa and Gabriel was holding on to his waist, sucking his big, hard pussy like a hungry calf. The guy was only in his underwear and I could see quickly, when he stood up in fear, how much he had grown and was handsome. Full-bodied, thick legs, tough bundle of swamp player, a delight of the mole. The two were talking at the same time and I was at a loss for words. I went to the fridge, while the cleaning man asked me not to say anything to the warden, otherwise he would be fired. Gabriel was looking for shorts and picked up the phone to check the messages. I told them again to be calm and quickly left so as not to worsen the situation. I came home still shocked by what I had seen, the moleque was so small and I was sucking that cock like it was a cute lollipop. I took a picture of the document, sent it to Elisa and didn't say anything to her. The bell rang and I went to open the door, I even knew who it was. "Hey, man, can I talk to you for a second?" Gabriel said, looking down with that puppy face that fell off the moving truck. He was wearing a loose-fitting bermuda sweater and a huge T-shirt. He was half-haired. - Tito, my name is Tito, you can start by calling me by my name. Look Gabriel, I've known you since you were little, but you've grown up, you're a little boy and you don't have to explain anything to me, stay calm no one will know anything. Live your life quietly, your choices are yours and no one else's. <unk> I tried to calm him down. - You don't understand man! I'm not gay no. The guy gets me some good bagels there from his neighborhood and then I did some things to please him, that's all, but I'm not gay, you know that. I get some mines you see for yourself. <unk> He said calling me man again and I gave up on convincing him to call me by my name. - Gabriel is the following: dating women does not mean anything about sexuality, I myself have had several married guys. Fuck a guy just to get some bagels must be very boring and you seemed very happy swallowing that shit. Only I do not like this bagel throw, but as I said, you are free and can do what you want. Stay calm moleque! You can make fun of anyone you want, for me it's all right. - You're a nice guy. Of course I also make fun of him, but I'm not gay no, you can trust what I say. <unk> He insisted on the argument so used by so many who can't see themselves, but he was just a boy, he would still learn. - Boy! The way I saw you sucking that dick I'm sure you have fun with that guy. <unk> That subject was making me excited and uncomfortable, I was looking at that guy and I only saw the image of him naked sucking the fuck of the skinny. He stood up and I could see that he was also hard, the loose bermuda denounced the volume. I hurried to open the door. That guy, even though he was cute, was still my friend's son. Before I opened the door, he stopped in front of me and put his hand on my stick, holding my roll that was breaking hard. You don't have to do anything to please me. He said that and put his hand inside my bermuda holding my dick with those little hands that were kind of shaky and cold. I turned on the fuck button and let him have his way. He pulled me up to the couch and ripped off my shirt leaving only the bermuda, sitting while I was still standing in front of him. He pulled my bermuda down and my dick jumped out, hard as a sword. He held it carefully and started sucking. At first half awkward and half slow. So I grabbed his hair and decided to act like a grown man who's going to fuck a mole. He opened his mouth, put his tongue out, licked my cock starting from the trunk and going to the tip of the stick where he swallowed and forced it up to the throat. I forced his head against my pocket and I could see that the machine knew how to swallow a pocket. I was in the heat of the moment and all I could feel was the delight of the mole sucking my dick. I put my hand down his back and went up to his waist, trying to get my hand into his bermuda to feel that youthful bundle. He lifted up a little bit from the sofa and pulled the bermuda by his thighs, getting naked, sitting and with the bundle pointed. I put my hand down a little bit more and soon my middle finger was on his reins, massaging the tight loins of his butt. Let me see it straight, will you? - I'm not in the habit of showing my ass! "Just relax, baby! Get down on the couch, let me see that hot bundle!" He let go of my dick and got down on the couch with his head on the back and those hard buttocks wide open in front of me. I have to confess to you, dear reader, that even though I've fucked a lot and with all kinds of people, the image of that hard bundle wide open in front of me was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I knelt on a pillow and stuck my mouth in that little ass, feeling how tight and tasty it was. When my tongue touched his crotch, he let out a loud moan and bit his own hand. His skin was all peeled off and I felt the heat he was feeling. He whispered as I desperately tried to stick my tongue up his asshole. I licked a lot and then got up and started brushing the head of my stick up his asshole, which pulled back a little bit. He said half trembling but still full of shivers. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. - Calm baby! We're just playing! Relax and enjoy, I just want to give you pleasure. He groaned again and untied the pulps of the bundle, becoming more relaxed. I continued to brush his little ass and gradually forced the head of the stick into his crotch, when I did that he dodged a little, but still on all fours. I took advantage of a moment of his relaxation, forced the roller on his little door and soon the head came in with difficulty. He tried to go forward and I held tightly on his waist. I'm not gonna put up with that pause on my ass, I told you I'm not gay! <unk> Relax annoying! Just ask me to stop, I'm going to put it slowly, relax. <unk> He stood still but with his ass locked. I waited a little bit and pulled the stick almost all out, then I put it again and this time I went all the way in, putting my combs in his little bundle, I sucked a little bit and tried to push again, but he was very tense, I was afraid to hurt him. So he sat on the sofa and swallowed my stick again and this time I sucked more willingly, swallowing everything up to the heel while he punched himself. I felt the pleasure just getting closer to look at the face of the mole who was tricking my stick like a hungry little calf. He lifted his eyes and looked at me while he swallowed my stick. Seeing that beautiful little girl and little girl made me crazy. "I'm going to have fun, I'm going to give you some milk". I said, feeling my body tremble. He quickly got up on all fours on the sofa, in the same position as before, and asked me. - Mock my asshole, man. Mock as if he had broken me. <unk> I saw my dick pour out strong jets of shit and even felt dizzy, such was the pleasure of the mockery. I looked at that asshole with the milk flowing through his balls and falling on the couch. He stood quietly with his head lying on the back of the couch, I sat next to him and realized the back of the wet couch, he had mocked me together. - Dude I'm not gay! I hope this really stays just between us. <unk> He said going out towards the door. - Of course you're not gay Gabriel! Be careful with that mess. When you want to come back to us do it quietly and more completely just come here. I'm always awake at dawn. Go easy! It will be all just between us. I heard him talking about the hallway. NOTE: Cadastral text in the register of works according to - Law 9.610 of 19-02-1998. Reproduction without authorization is prohibited. Thank you for taking the time to read my account, and I'd love to have your vote and comment to let you know how much I appreciate it, it's you I'm writing to. Hugs to all!!! I always thought Gabriel looked like that little face in the pictures.