Tearing up the groom's cousin

Saturday. I had an ugly quarrel with my wife over domestic problems. I went out at night. It was after eight, unbearable heat. I was angry, hurt (we were very offended), sad. I decided that on this evening I would expose my hidden desires. I'd been married for eight years and since then never gave a butt again. Not to say I didn't do anything in this period of time, I sucked a guy about four years ago during one business trip I did. But give the ass as I used to when single, not anymore after marriage.
But that night it would change, I was willing to give up my ass.
I drove around downtown. The crowded bars, the shopkeepers opening their doors; I stopped at a bar and drank two beers while watching men's movements. I looked up to several that interested me but could not get on top of them because I was afraid of being assaulted. I walked out with a brass beer in my hand drinking non-stop. I quietly went through downtown seeing empty streets little by little and continuing to drink. I remembered a place where a friend had commented about only having sex with prostitutes. I didn't get too close, because that wasn't what I was looking for. What I wanted was a man to fuck my ass and not widows or piranhas. I sat at the plastic table of a dirty-foot bar nearby. I asked for beer and an ugly waiter fucking brought it. I stayed drunk watching whores and vics move around. There were two people across from me on a dead table full of drunks and gossips and laughing girls who hardly noticed my presence. Ah, I almost forgot: there was one of those fucking music machines in the bar that plays so loud it can deafen you. It played a pagoda. I stayed for about fifteen minutes until suddenly I saw a guy approaching. Shit, but he's a man! He is white, tall and strong all truncated, thick legs, strong arms and hairy, bald and has an unfinished beard. He wears a white shirt, jeans and sneakers. I noticed that he wore one of these big silver strings which men are wearing nowadays. He wasn't bad-tempered, but also not fat; he was strong. I also noticed that his eyes were clear. Obviously in the midst of all this description I did not fail to notice something very important: the volume of dick. For those who like admiring a good amount of dicks as I do, I say that this guy's volume was a magnificent thing to observe. Those who love watching a volume of pica know well what I am talking about. The man passed by me and I smelled male perfume at the time. He sat on an adjacent table slightly away from mine, so he stood almost directly opposite me. He put his wallet and cigarette packet on the table, and asked that ugly waiter for a beer. His voice was thick like an actual male's. The guy gave me one quick look, and I looked at him too. My heart was beating fast. I was very excited. It was after midnight. We stayed there for quite some time and he smoked all the time in addition to drinking.
- Hurry up, brother!
I was startled by the word addressed to me without my expecting it.
I asked almost in a whisper.
- You yourself, comrade.
Well, naturally my legs were shaking because I didn't know what he wanted but at the same time his tone of voice was friendly.
"Satisfaction!" said the man, stretching out his hand to me.
"Satisfaction, Aurelius", I answered with a shudder.
The guy had a strong handshake. Now I could see clearly: he had blue eyes. He was a handsome man, although bald. I looked at the couple who were in the bar and they kept talking quietly and hardly noticed my movement. The ugly waiter and the owner of the bar were inside. Two more couples came and took up a table right on the sidewalk.
After observing the couple, Aurelius said:
It's all fucked up.
It's just... I was completely out of my mind.
Hot fucking night, huh? he went on.
- Very hot, yeah.
- I called you because you were there alone...
It's always good to make friends.
What are you looking for so early in the morning, see? Seeing your wedding ring there. You're married...
I had a fight with my wife and went out at night.
I'm also looking for a whorehouse, today I have to fuck some hooker but at the moment I am single with no woman to fill my bag.
When he said that, it was like a punch to the heart.
"Are you looking for a whore or an adulterer?" asked Aurelio in the can.
I laughed and he kept talking.
You can talk, brother. I don't discriminate no. To each his own.
When the guy said that, my heart almost went out of my mouth and my dick got hard and my ass flashed.
Actually, I'm not looking for a whore or a pervert.
He looked at me a little startled at first, but soon regained his composure and it became apparent that although he physically appeared to be so, he was not a violent or prejudiced man.
When I'm done here, I'll have a buffet.
Naturally, I was deeply disappointed. But in my heart of hearts I planned to reverse the situation.
The ugly waiter moved the beer bowls from the table I was sitting at to the actual one. Aurelio and I danced around drinking. At that time, the jukebox played and stopped playing; there was always someone putting music on. He told me about his job, he had a five-year-old son, he was thirty-eight years old and lived alone. I also talked a little bit about myself and every minute went by with more excitement and wanting to suckle and give ass to this guy. I don't know if he did it on purpose, but he was driving me crazy by telling the stories of all those hot dogs and assholes too. At one point, losing control of my actions almost involuntarily, I put my hand over his thigh. He looked at me and spoke with a smile from corner of mouth.
It's weird, you know?
A thousand apologies, man. I apologized wholeheartedly and scaring myself.
- You're blinking, aren't you?
I felt my face turn red, but the goddess was exactly that and if I didn't seize it at this moment then I could lose the opportunity forever.
With all due respect, man I was fucking interested in you.
He laughed and began to speak softly so that only I could hear him.
Don't worry, man. I know that I get a lot of attention from the perverts... but there is one thing I forgot to mention for you:
- Then speak.
- I don't like to go out with fags.
There was a pause in our conversation, which made me nervous and at the same time mad to feel that guy tearing my ass apart.
Shit... I said it can't be that big.
Man, the worst thing is yes. I'm twenty centimeters and what I think is worse: it's fat as fuck. Even woman complains sometimes taking in her pussy.
It was too much. I didn't even have the words. I knew that somehow he wanted sex, but I still did not understand why he was telling me this. After a while, full of fears yet, I asked him:
Would you go out with another guy like that... who wasn't a freak?
I would if the guy assured me that he was going to fuck my butt, and i've fucked guys who weren't effeminate.
The more I listened to his whining about it, the more I felt like kicking that man's ass.
"Po, Aurelio! Would you go out with me now?" I asked. It was all or nothing.
I'd go out, brother. But then I would get bored with you because I was sure that you wouldn't stand the cold.
- I can handle it.
- You can't take it, man!
- I can handle it.
_ Dude... I'll be very honest with you and hope that you listen to me well: if I go out with you, and at the time <unk>H<unk> you can not bear to give my ass, I will kick your butt. I am serious about this. _ That masculine attitude filled me even more horny. He continued his speech. _ I like burying up the sack and punching hard and deeply. Will it stand being kicked forcefully? Will it take in the ass without freshness?
I just said yes, even though it scared the hell out of me but that was an opportunity I couldn't pass up so he sent one.
Discreetly, under the table; put your hand on my stick so you can feel it.
Without hesitation, I did what the male told me to do. Slowly slipped my cupped little hand on his thigh and touched his penis over his jeans. It was true: even though he could tell by looking at them how big or thick they were, it wouldn't be easy.
I took my hand away, and he said:
Are you going to go on, or are we just gonna stop here and be fine?
- I'm moving on.
- You're the one who knows.
So I made sure to pay the bill, and we went outside for a little while until he said:
I'm gonna find a dark corner and fuck you right now.
We're going to a hotel.
I don't have money for the hotel, no brother.
- Don't worry, I got it.
I went with this guy to a small hotel of the thousandth category, "pig's foot", and when we got up into our room there was a man walking out in transvestite clothes.
Anyway, I was in the room with this hot guy who's about to get fucked up and broken into. The man is halfway through his life because of that huge volume on his trousers he turned around behind me with a big footprint and started squeezing my ass.
That's a tough little ass you got there, man.
He started rubbing the volume of his dick on my ass, and it gave me a complete shiver... how long had I not felt an intimate touch from a man.
In a little while you'll be with him all buried in your ass.
I turned and knelt down as he took off his blouse, exposing the hairy chest and belly. I released a pause that was guarded by Bad Boy's black thong. It really was a beautiful stick: white, bristly, big and thick; it was hot and very hard with its head all droopy on top. I tucked in my man-stick head and the characteristic male smell invaded my nostrils. I started sucking (sucking!) out Aurelius' fucking red head. The taste of this honey flooded into my mouth and immediately I recognized the flavor, the delicious taste. Ah, how many times I had swallowed male milk to the last drop...I started suckling with a lot of gluttony and despair because he was satisfying his repressed desire for years. He liked it and pulled my head against his member so that I would swallow him down to the bottom of his throat. I could feel the smell exhaling from his combs. It was an odor of perfume. The guy was hygienic, his combes were slightly perfumed. He picked me up and said:
When I grab you, if you shit on my dick at least we'll be underwater.
He took off the rest of his clothes and went to the bathroom. I got out my clothing, grabbed my pack of grape-flavoured condoms and a canister of lubricant that he'd brought with me. I walked into the shower stall and he was already getting wet. The stiff stick pointing at the ceiling full of dilated veins, the red juicy headpiece, an enormous sack; real beauty in wood! He came up from underwater and made room for me. My back leaning on him wetting myself. He asked me to put a condom on his dick because he couldn't take it anymore. I dressed the guy who looked great in that condom, lubricated my whole fucking length and licked my ass full of lube.
It was now: I'd either get my ass kicked or take a beating.
The invasion was just beginning and I already wanted to stop, but couldn't express this desire. He started pressing harder on the penetration and then my semi-virgin folds began giving way even against his will. Unintentionally I started dodging away and then he held me tightly by my waist holding me in position. Now the itch was really making its way into my butt. The horrible, lacerating pain took over me. I started moaning loudly. It hurt a lot! It pushed uninterruptedly and squeezed my hip.
"Hold on, you pervert!" he said.
I tried to relax as much as possible, but it was screaming with pain. Finally the guy stuck his whole dick in my ass. I was all swollen up and feeling a horrible pain. Without warning, he started entering at a frenzied pace into my butt. As he entered I cried out, shouting from such pain. It seemed that I would lose consciousness.
Didn't you leave your wife at home to get some pussy on the street?
From the frenzied rhythm he went on to give deep and very strong punches. His intention was really to burst my ass. With each blow that he gave into my ass, I felt my feet lift off of the ground. The more I shouted, the louder and deeper he dug in. Although I was praying for heaven to end soon, I was enjoying it. I was liking feeling a male eating me again. It didn't take long before Aurelio violently mocked inside my cock. I could feel his dick pulsing countless times, filling up the milk dressing gown. Right after the joke, he pulled his dick out of my ass and we immediately smelled shit. He took off the condom and threw it to one side and opened up the shower to wash the cock. My butt was bleeding, I got raped. Then I washed my arse that burned too much and went into the room where I found him all spread on the bed breathing heavily. My arse burnt and hurt so badly but I could see satisfaction in his face. I lay down beside him and we rested for a while. And then I started breastfeeding him again and the poop grew back. This time he grabbed me from four feet above the bed. He continued to punch vigorously and at a frenzied pace, but this time he was less violent.
As we said our goodbyes at the hotel door, he thanked me for the pleasure I had given him and so did I. I asked if it would be possible to meet again but he said that if it must happen let's do it naturally without seeking each other out.
I got home this morning and broke my dick with my wife, walked down the street again aimlessly and you know what happened?