*** Stopped at school
*** Stopped at school
After more than three years of reading the stories on this website, I finally decided to report an experience that happened to me. This story is the first in a series of many that I will write from today. It got a little long, but I ask you who are reading to have a little patience because this is the first, I am introducing myself, showing my profile and how I am. From the second the stories will be smaller. It is important that you read until the end. My stories will always have these three asterisks (***) before the title to facilitate the identification of the stories that I will write. Soon, when I have many, I will gather all my stories on a website and I will invite you. I want to emphasize that they will all be absolutely true because I do not like to imagine things.
Well, let's get to the point. I'm addicted but I don't like to be with addicts. I like to be with men but, men really, those who only like women, be healthy, have a good appearance and be of good character. I'm not effeminate and by the way no one realizes that I'm addicted talking to me, only if I talk and that helps me to be friends with them because that way I can make friends with them more easily, so much so that I'm very well known where I live for being a good football player and without counting the number of songs that I take from addicts. I've had some addicts, but they were few and I, with them, just get in and I don't let them realize that I've been addicted for years. I want to show that I don't get cold, I don't like women and I've never been with them. I'll relate one of the experiences that I've had. He has many friends, I've talked to many Moroccans, most of them don't even know that I'm addicted and today I've seen how young men end up talking to me, only if I talk and that helps me to be friends with them, so I'm very well known where I live for being a good football player and without counting the number of songs that I take from addicts. I've had a few addicts, but I've had a few opportunities and I, with them, I just, and I, with them, and I don't like to let them, and I don't let them know that they realize that I've been addicted for years.
He: "Hello Rodrigo, help me find my wallet that I lost in the gym, I went there but I didn't find it";
I said, "Sure, let's go".
The gym at that time did not have a class of physical education and after a long search we went to look for us in the dressing room and when we got there I went in first and as soon as he entered he closed the door and locked and I asked:
Me: "Why did you lock the door?"
He said, "You'll find out, come here".
At this he pulled me by the arm and led me into the little room where the backpacks are kept, which is right inside the dressing room.
He said, "Sit down in that chair and don't ask any more questions".
At that moment, he opened the front of his shorts and put the roll out, it was very hard, it was very big and thick.
He said, "You think I don't know you paid for Leo's kiss?
He came closer and he stuck half his dick in my mouth, and it smelled like a perfect roll with a big head.
He's like, "You little bitch, suck it right!"
I stood there for, like, ten minutes sucking that dick, and then he spoke.
He says, "Get on your knees over there on the table".
Me: "For what?"
He says, "I'm going to eat you, I'm going to shake your ass".
I said, "Please leave it for later, I'm not going to take your dick".
He said, "You gave it to Leo, stop crying".
I said, "No, I just sucked his dick and his dick was small, it wasn't as big as yours".
He says, "It doesn't matter, shut your mouth, lie there, be quiet because I'm already getting nervous".
He pulled down my bermuda and put the condom on the stick and then passed a lot of saliva on his stick and said:
He said, "I'll spit in your ass".
He stuck his stick up my ass and stuck his head in, and I screamed in pain and said,
I said, "Please, Felipe, take your pain away!"
He: "Shut your mouth, it doesn't hurt it's not in me, you will now take a real pistol".
And he started stuffing the rest into it, and even as I was yelling, "hey, hey, hey", "Please shoot", he didn't take it out, and for about twenty minutes he was pointing his gun at me. After he was satisfied, and before he could make fun of me, he took his stick out of my ass, pulled out his condom, and made me suck again. It wasn't long before he held my mouth with one of his hands, pressing my jaw so that my mouth opened a little bit, held my head, pointed the head of his stick in the direction of my lips, and started making fun of me. His aim was accurate, there were seven shots of fucking golf in my mouth, some straight into my throat and some on my tongue and some in the sky of my mouth. I'd never seen so much shit in my life, and then he started squeezing his stick to get all the last drops out of his mouth. He said, like all men do:
He says, "Now swallow it all, you faggot, drink your man's milk and you'll get a punch in the mouth".
He didn't know I was enjoying fucking and I drank, and I'd never sucked so much fucking and it was so good, and he put his dick in his underwear and he said to me, and he said,
He's like, "Now get out of here, get out of here".
After that day I continued to talk to him as if nothing had happened and I also don't like to call the guys who have already stayed with me because I hope they call me when they are dry or need some money. That's why many people trust me because I don't stick to anyone.
This was the first of many stories that I will tell you, I have colored on some websites. Below is my email. Anyone who wants can write to me, I like to exchange ideas and make friends. Bye. Rodrigo-bh-mg@ig.com.br
After more than three years of reading the stories on this website, I finally decided to report an experience that happened to me. This story is the first in a series of many that I will write from today. It got a little long, but I ask you who are reading to have a little patience because this is the first, I am introducing myself, showing my profile and how I am. From the second the stories will be smaller. It is important that you read until the end. My stories will always have these three asterisks (***) before the title to facilitate the identification of the stories that I will write. Soon, when I have many, I will gather all my stories on a website and I will invite you. I want to emphasize that they will all be absolutely true because I do not like to imagine things.
Well, let's get to the point. I'm addicted but I don't like to be with addicts. I like to be with men but, men really, those who only like women, be healthy, have a good appearance and be of good character. I'm not effeminate and by the way no one realizes that I'm addicted talking to me, only if I talk and that helps me to be friends with them because that way I can make friends with them more easily, so much so that I'm very well known where I live for being a good football player and without counting the number of songs that I take from addicts. I've had some addicts, but they were few and I, with them, just get in and I don't let them realize that I've been addicted for years. I want to show that I don't get cold, I don't like women and I've never been with them. I'll relate one of the experiences that I've had. He has many friends, I've talked to many Moroccans, most of them don't even know that I'm addicted and today I've seen how young men end up talking to me, only if I talk and that helps me to be friends with them, so I'm very well known where I live for being a good football player and without counting the number of songs that I take from addicts. I've had a few addicts, but I've had a few opportunities and I, with them, I just, and I, with them, and I don't like to let them, and I don't let them know that they realize that I've been addicted for years.
He: "Hello Rodrigo, help me find my wallet that I lost in the gym, I went there but I didn't find it";
I said, "Sure, let's go".
The gym at that time did not have a class of physical education and after a long search we went to look for us in the dressing room and when we got there I went in first and as soon as he entered he closed the door and locked and I asked:
Me: "Why did you lock the door?"
He said, "You'll find out, come here".
At this he pulled me by the arm and led me into the little room where the backpacks are kept, which is right inside the dressing room.
He said, "Sit down in that chair and don't ask any more questions".
At that moment, he opened the front of his shorts and put the roll out, it was very hard, it was very big and thick.
He said, "You think I don't know you paid for Leo's kiss?
He came closer and he stuck half his dick in my mouth, and it smelled like a perfect roll with a big head.
He's like, "You little bitch, suck it right!"
I stood there for, like, ten minutes sucking that dick, and then he spoke.
He says, "Get on your knees over there on the table".
Me: "For what?"
He says, "I'm going to eat you, I'm going to shake your ass".
I said, "Please leave it for later, I'm not going to take your dick".
He said, "You gave it to Leo, stop crying".
I said, "No, I just sucked his dick and his dick was small, it wasn't as big as yours".
He says, "It doesn't matter, shut your mouth, lie there, be quiet because I'm already getting nervous".
He pulled down my bermuda and put the condom on the stick and then passed a lot of saliva on his stick and said:
He said, "I'll spit in your ass".
He stuck his stick up my ass and stuck his head in, and I screamed in pain and said,
I said, "Please, Felipe, take your pain away!"
He: "Shut your mouth, it doesn't hurt it's not in me, you will now take a real pistol".
And he started stuffing the rest into it, and even as I was yelling, "hey, hey, hey", "Please shoot", he didn't take it out, and for about twenty minutes he was pointing his gun at me. After he was satisfied, and before he could make fun of me, he took his stick out of my ass, pulled out his condom, and made me suck again. It wasn't long before he held my mouth with one of his hands, pressing my jaw so that my mouth opened a little bit, held my head, pointed the head of his stick in the direction of my lips, and started making fun of me. His aim was accurate, there were seven shots of fucking golf in my mouth, some straight into my throat and some on my tongue and some in the sky of my mouth. I'd never seen so much shit in my life, and then he started squeezing his stick to get all the last drops out of his mouth. He said, like all men do:
He says, "Now swallow it all, you faggot, drink your man's milk and you'll get a punch in the mouth".
He didn't know I was enjoying fucking and I drank, and I'd never sucked so much fucking and it was so good, and he put his dick in his underwear and he said to me, and he said,
He's like, "Now get out of here, get out of here".
After that day I continued to talk to him as if nothing had happened and I also don't like to call the guys who have already stayed with me because I hope they call me when they are dry or need some money. That's why many people trust me because I don't stick to anyone.
This was the first of many stories that I will tell you, I have colored on some websites. Below is my email. Anyone who wants can write to me, I like to exchange ideas and make friends. Bye. Rodrigo-bh-mg@ig.com.br
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