The woven and unwrapped cashier Part II
But before starting again, I would like to clarify a few points so that the readers can understand what happened in my life. Every human being goes through different stages of life: some good and others bad. Often they steal, others cheat, others slander, others practice homosexuality etc... Some love it so much that they do not try to get out from this life; other people, after having experienced it, return to their better side by abandoning that life. You can see by reading my stories that I also had a bad period, but as time went on I decided to give it up....read the other stories and you'll know what happened.
After three days of going to Itaguaí, I was in the office when my passion which is the secretariat (it will still be mine) handed me a request for visiting precisely in Itaguaí. As it was Friday and my schedule of visits was full, I decided to leave it until the next day, considering that I usually stay at home on Saturdays but since it was in Itaguai, I could also go to the landlord's place, make him a visit.
I got up early on Saturday, did my personal hygiene (enema), had my morning coffee and went to the garage to pick up my car. Already out in the street, I looked for the best way that would get me to Itaguaí faster because then I'd have more time to go to the landlord's house without having to worry about the hours. Arriving at itaguái, I searched for the marketplace and its owner, Mr. Onofre. Quickly I found the market place as well as its owner. We climbed to the turnstile where the rooms of the market administration are located, and observed that the furniture was improvised. I opened my briefcase, took out a set of catalogs and handed them to Mr. Onofre so that he could choose the best one for his firm. He then asks me what I think about this choice since I already work with these commodities and probably would have sold it on some market by now. With his permission, I showed him a model which was going to make up your company's portfolio at an attractive price, which was immediately accepted by the owner of the firm. I filled out the application, prepared his file and left with a deadline for delivery of goods seven days after approval.
Leaving the market, I took a road that would take me to my friend's place. After about 20 minutes of traveling, I finally walked into this little dirt road and soon spotted his place. Arriving in front of the door, I noticed it was locked with a padlock, and further ahead, I saw a boy who had his back turned towards the entrance. I called out for him, and when he looked around, I could see that he is the person I am looking for. He did not recognize me at once, but then asked if I have already been talking to him, which I replied yes, and said: "Do you recognise me?" We took a bath together in the river, remember? Have you forgotten? When I spoke of bathing in the River he came to himself and said that he was remembering me but it did not cross his mind that I would return. Act continuous comes up to the door and opens it, asks me to enter with my car and opposite his house. He closes the gate and comes to meet me we embrace each other and he invites me into his home.
I was able to observe that his house is very simple, with the strictly necessary for a single man. Already more willing, I ask if he's married, separated, divorced or widowed and he replies that he has been horned by his companion and sent her away from <unk>mala and whose ?? . At present he enjoys life as a bachelor even experiencing other situations quite different than what he had gone through before. I didn't risk any questions, so as not to spoil the atmosphere that was beginning to roll in. In other words, our conversation was becoming looser and more objective, all indicating that it would be a well-spent and wonderful afternoon.
When he returns from the kitchen with his coffee and hands me my cup, I venture a question: what happened to him in that other place? He smiles angrily and says it was because of Mr. Onofre's youngest son, who is also our boss.
He says that the boy liked to suck on a roll, and wanted all the time when one day he caught us both. Result: he was sent away receiving as payment this place and a small amount of money which would give me support for a year considering I had worked at his site for 20 years. I asked him how old he was and told me he was 35 years old. So I commented that the flagrant was very good because it came out profitable. I asked him how big the site is, and he said it's 10 hectares or 100,000 square meters. And that he knows how to make good use of this land by diversifying production.
He asks me to accompany him to the back of the house so that he can show me the property. When I got there, it was a huge plot and one man alone couldn't work on it. I asked if he had any workers with him, and he said two but they were off duty for the day. We stopped by some boxes, and I leaned over them when he came leaning against me rubbing his ass in my dick saying this is what he has been experiencing lately. He also says he was amazed at my ease on that day of bathing in the river, when I let myself penetrate from behind without saying anything or complaining.
We went back inside because outside there was a cold wind blowing, winter wind as we were in the month of July. And it's very different temperature than that in town and he made another little coffee and we sat down together after having tasted this appetizer we started to caress each other and he took initiative by giving me kiss on my mouth with taste like coffees stop and start undressing He goes up to the door and locks it from within then walks over to the window and also locked it from inside Then we went to the room and slept as it was, that is without bathing because he said he wanted to taste my flavor. He asked me if our relationship on this day would not be just normal. He wanted to know all variations of a homosexual relation... so I asked him whether he'd do the same with me, and he answered yes because he loved me very much, and if it were in my will, I could live together with him since I want you to be my little wife. I disguise myself and ask him to go in the bathroom so we can do our personal hygiene, so that we don't dirty each other.
Back in the room, I lie on my stomach and ask him to lay down on me so that I can teach from this position. So I tell him he's going to take all initiative from now on. He puts his dick up against my ass forcing her into it slowly and gently with back-and-forth movements until she enters completely. Then he starts moving a little faster without being fast as far as the bottom of my tail. To make things even easier, I raise my hips and spread my legs wide open. It was a delight to feel that stick in my ass, and I tell him not to make fun of it because we'll try another position.
He pulls the stick out of me and then I turn around, standing now upside down, open my legs wide, holding them with his hands and lifting them, taking on a position as frankly roasted. Perceiving this maneuver he again nails his club into my butt. This time punching firmly and much deeper. With it stuck in me, I pulled him towards me, giving him a kiss on the mouth which was reciprocated by him. As he punched me, he would kiss me hungry when he warned me to enjoy myself, and I tell him to fill me with that wonderful nectar when he feels like enjoying himself inside me. I stayed in that position for a while until I felt his dick wither inside me.
He comes out of me and lies next to me, caressing my chest and starts sucking the beak from my breasts that were hard, which gave me a fucking boner (as northeasterners say). I ask him if there is still coffee in the kitchen. He says yes and I get up and go take two cups. I return with them in his hands, giving one to him. After we drank our coffee I took the cups to bring them into the kitchen, then went to the bathroom to wash myself because it was dripping on my legs. He accompanies me and together we enter the boxing ball. Already under the shower water jet, I start washing his dick with soap. Pour some water on it, close up the bathroom register, get down and open that pocket, and begin punching him with my mouth. I notice he starts to go into ecstasy and shake his legs in a foreshadowing of what is going to be fun, then I stick his cock inside my throat. He holds my head and enjoys at my neck causing me to choke and vomit, but I didn't want to lose this little milk and swallow it all - how wonderful, delicious!
He lifts me up, kisses me and then he's the one who comes down. Puts my dick in his mouth and does exactly what I did. Goosebumps abundantly into his mouth telling him to swallow everything not leave a drop on my cock which is masterfully done for whom was learning how to be seen. We finished bathing each other and headed towards our room we sat at the edge of the bed and started talking when I tell him: Who would you say? You snatched me from the river last time and gave today a gay. How people change. It was very good said to encourage it. You are doing really well We embraced when he invited me to make us a snack that he was going to prepare for both of us. He gets up and walks towards the kitchen, while I remain seated on the edge of my bed thinking about my life and the path I've been traveling: is this really my way? Is this my life from now on only fucking men?
He returns with the snack, rests them on his mute servant and we start to savor it. It was a ham cheese sandwich with Coca-Cola as drink. I tell him that time has come for me to leave because he had to perform some work in my house before dark and I lived far away from his home. He asked if I would return, I said yes but could not need an exact date considering most of my customers were staying in Rio and there at Itaguá I only have one customer Mr Onofre's supermarket, but I will be back. I put on my coat and ran to the doorway, accompanied by him. As we got nearer the carriage, I asked what his name was because at that moment I didn't know it. He told me he was called Peter; so with a kiss of farewell and an apostrophe in his cheek I went up into my carriage while he walked toward the gate to open it.
I start the engine in my car, drive it around to the yard at home's border and head for the front door. I wave to him and take the road back to my house. On the way back, I think about how I have acted, what I am doing, and ask myself: What will be of me tomorrow? I must now make a definite stand with regard to my masculinity, and promise myself that from this day forward I would no longer have sexual relations with men but only women; henceforth I shall not write gay or straight stories anymore.
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After three days of going to Itaguaí, I was in the office when my passion which is the secretariat (it will still be mine) handed me a request for visiting precisely in Itaguaí. As it was Friday and my schedule of visits was full, I decided to leave it until the next day, considering that I usually stay at home on Saturdays but since it was in Itaguai, I could also go to the landlord's place, make him a visit.
I got up early on Saturday, did my personal hygiene (enema), had my morning coffee and went to the garage to pick up my car. Already out in the street, I looked for the best way that would get me to Itaguaí faster because then I'd have more time to go to the landlord's house without having to worry about the hours. Arriving at itaguái, I searched for the marketplace and its owner, Mr. Onofre. Quickly I found the market place as well as its owner. We climbed to the turnstile where the rooms of the market administration are located, and observed that the furniture was improvised. I opened my briefcase, took out a set of catalogs and handed them to Mr. Onofre so that he could choose the best one for his firm. He then asks me what I think about this choice since I already work with these commodities and probably would have sold it on some market by now. With his permission, I showed him a model which was going to make up your company's portfolio at an attractive price, which was immediately accepted by the owner of the firm. I filled out the application, prepared his file and left with a deadline for delivery of goods seven days after approval.
Leaving the market, I took a road that would take me to my friend's place. After about 20 minutes of traveling, I finally walked into this little dirt road and soon spotted his place. Arriving in front of the door, I noticed it was locked with a padlock, and further ahead, I saw a boy who had his back turned towards the entrance. I called out for him, and when he looked around, I could see that he is the person I am looking for. He did not recognize me at once, but then asked if I have already been talking to him, which I replied yes, and said: "Do you recognise me?" We took a bath together in the river, remember? Have you forgotten? When I spoke of bathing in the River he came to himself and said that he was remembering me but it did not cross his mind that I would return. Act continuous comes up to the door and opens it, asks me to enter with my car and opposite his house. He closes the gate and comes to meet me we embrace each other and he invites me into his home.
I was able to observe that his house is very simple, with the strictly necessary for a single man. Already more willing, I ask if he's married, separated, divorced or widowed and he replies that he has been horned by his companion and sent her away from <unk>mala and whose ?? . At present he enjoys life as a bachelor even experiencing other situations quite different than what he had gone through before. I didn't risk any questions, so as not to spoil the atmosphere that was beginning to roll in. In other words, our conversation was becoming looser and more objective, all indicating that it would be a well-spent and wonderful afternoon.
When he returns from the kitchen with his coffee and hands me my cup, I venture a question: what happened to him in that other place? He smiles angrily and says it was because of Mr. Onofre's youngest son, who is also our boss.
He says that the boy liked to suck on a roll, and wanted all the time when one day he caught us both. Result: he was sent away receiving as payment this place and a small amount of money which would give me support for a year considering I had worked at his site for 20 years. I asked him how old he was and told me he was 35 years old. So I commented that the flagrant was very good because it came out profitable. I asked him how big the site is, and he said it's 10 hectares or 100,000 square meters. And that he knows how to make good use of this land by diversifying production.
He asks me to accompany him to the back of the house so that he can show me the property. When I got there, it was a huge plot and one man alone couldn't work on it. I asked if he had any workers with him, and he said two but they were off duty for the day. We stopped by some boxes, and I leaned over them when he came leaning against me rubbing his ass in my dick saying this is what he has been experiencing lately. He also says he was amazed at my ease on that day of bathing in the river, when I let myself penetrate from behind without saying anything or complaining.
We went back inside because outside there was a cold wind blowing, winter wind as we were in the month of July. And it's very different temperature than that in town and he made another little coffee and we sat down together after having tasted this appetizer we started to caress each other and he took initiative by giving me kiss on my mouth with taste like coffees stop and start undressing He goes up to the door and locks it from within then walks over to the window and also locked it from inside Then we went to the room and slept as it was, that is without bathing because he said he wanted to taste my flavor. He asked me if our relationship on this day would not be just normal. He wanted to know all variations of a homosexual relation... so I asked him whether he'd do the same with me, and he answered yes because he loved me very much, and if it were in my will, I could live together with him since I want you to be my little wife. I disguise myself and ask him to go in the bathroom so we can do our personal hygiene, so that we don't dirty each other.
Back in the room, I lie on my stomach and ask him to lay down on me so that I can teach from this position. So I tell him he's going to take all initiative from now on. He puts his dick up against my ass forcing her into it slowly and gently with back-and-forth movements until she enters completely. Then he starts moving a little faster without being fast as far as the bottom of my tail. To make things even easier, I raise my hips and spread my legs wide open. It was a delight to feel that stick in my ass, and I tell him not to make fun of it because we'll try another position.
He pulls the stick out of me and then I turn around, standing now upside down, open my legs wide, holding them with his hands and lifting them, taking on a position as frankly roasted. Perceiving this maneuver he again nails his club into my butt. This time punching firmly and much deeper. With it stuck in me, I pulled him towards me, giving him a kiss on the mouth which was reciprocated by him. As he punched me, he would kiss me hungry when he warned me to enjoy myself, and I tell him to fill me with that wonderful nectar when he feels like enjoying himself inside me. I stayed in that position for a while until I felt his dick wither inside me.
He comes out of me and lies next to me, caressing my chest and starts sucking the beak from my breasts that were hard, which gave me a fucking boner (as northeasterners say). I ask him if there is still coffee in the kitchen. He says yes and I get up and go take two cups. I return with them in his hands, giving one to him. After we drank our coffee I took the cups to bring them into the kitchen, then went to the bathroom to wash myself because it was dripping on my legs. He accompanies me and together we enter the boxing ball. Already under the shower water jet, I start washing his dick with soap. Pour some water on it, close up the bathroom register, get down and open that pocket, and begin punching him with my mouth. I notice he starts to go into ecstasy and shake his legs in a foreshadowing of what is going to be fun, then I stick his cock inside my throat. He holds my head and enjoys at my neck causing me to choke and vomit, but I didn't want to lose this little milk and swallow it all - how wonderful, delicious!
He lifts me up, kisses me and then he's the one who comes down. Puts my dick in his mouth and does exactly what I did. Goosebumps abundantly into his mouth telling him to swallow everything not leave a drop on my cock which is masterfully done for whom was learning how to be seen. We finished bathing each other and headed towards our room we sat at the edge of the bed and started talking when I tell him: Who would you say? You snatched me from the river last time and gave today a gay. How people change. It was very good said to encourage it. You are doing really well We embraced when he invited me to make us a snack that he was going to prepare for both of us. He gets up and walks towards the kitchen, while I remain seated on the edge of my bed thinking about my life and the path I've been traveling: is this really my way? Is this my life from now on only fucking men?
He returns with the snack, rests them on his mute servant and we start to savor it. It was a ham cheese sandwich with Coca-Cola as drink. I tell him that time has come for me to leave because he had to perform some work in my house before dark and I lived far away from his home. He asked if I would return, I said yes but could not need an exact date considering most of my customers were staying in Rio and there at Itaguá I only have one customer Mr Onofre's supermarket, but I will be back. I put on my coat and ran to the doorway, accompanied by him. As we got nearer the carriage, I asked what his name was because at that moment I didn't know it. He told me he was called Peter; so with a kiss of farewell and an apostrophe in his cheek I went up into my carriage while he walked toward the gate to open it.
I start the engine in my car, drive it around to the yard at home's border and head for the front door. I wave to him and take the road back to my house. On the way back, I think about how I have acted, what I am doing, and ask myself: What will be of me tomorrow? I must now make a definite stand with regard to my masculinity, and promise myself that from this day forward I would no longer have sexual relations with men but only women; henceforth I shall not write gay or straight stories anymore.
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