Living in a small town has its advantages and disadvantages, even though when you are gay the disadvantages outweigh the pros; I was 19 when I defined my sexuality. For a long time I refused and forced myself to be someone I was not. I felt very guilty for being attracted to boys. Still, there was havoc with my true personality. People from the provinces are usually very backward, ignore yourself and many of the times act without realizing how much damage it can generate on a person.
Unfortunately, a secret in the wrong ears can go through all the corridors until it reaches all the corners of the place. I had to see some cases of homosexual boys who were almost exiled by their parents just for having different sexual preferences, some others were beaten by their father to make them men, people spoke badly about them to the point of rendering pity for their parents.
<< what the hell happens to people? >> is something that I always wondered. For my part, the family was already beginning to put pressure on having a girlfriend. In the town, young people began to get their girlfriends pregnant between the ages of 19 and 25, and after that age you were already lost. He was the youngest of four married brothers or with a girlfriend, and they already asked to meet a sister-in-law, my parents already wanted sons-in-law, and a grandson for any of the four.
I knew that I could not fulfill any of those whims, I was always very independent, especially when you know that one day you will break the heart of your family and you will not know how they will react when saying the words that they would never want to hear "I am gay". It was for the same reason that from my 19 years I began to work; I wanted my own things. The idea of going out to the city one day made me very curious, having a house, a car and a life of my own without pressure or ties.
I found my first job in a stationery store. They were one of those that also gave you computer service with internet; a first for many. It was very successful and was always full of young people waiting for the machines to use them.
I was in a good time physically. He had a very striking body, at school he was the type of young man who always received anonymous letters. My friends always despaired when they saw that I did not use my gallantry. I honestly had my thing; my body had a well proportioned complexion, a deep voice, bushy eyebrows, dark straight hair, future beard traces, brown eyes and 175 tall. I wasn't complaining about anything; I liked everything that had touched me. Above all, the good buttocks that I had inherited from my family.
One day as I was riding my bike to the stationery store that was several blocks into the center of town, I had a craving for something sweet. Feel free to get off at Don Pablo's bakery. Everyone knew the man from his business, and many in the town bought there out of habit. I just wanted to bring something sweet for the afternoon. I opened the door and a bell rang; I grabbed a tray, some tongs, took a couple of loaves off the shelves, and then went to the counter. There was no one, so it seemed. I didn't want to look upset, I was going to leave things in their place when someone came out of the stone furnace area.
-Hi. Let me charge you. An apology is that I was taking product out of the oven.
"If you don't worry," He had previously been cared for by a girl, or by a lady; both employees of Don Pablo, but on this occasion he was being cared for by a young man of about 35 years. Boy that looked very good! He was too handsome; He had an imposing bearing, a thick voice, large, muscular arms, hair sticking out of his white sport suit, some flour on his face and beard. His brown eyes were wonderful. And I could see that his torso and legs were of a size that attracted attention.
-Excuse. You have a very distinctive resemblance to a family at the end of town. Is he your brother Gaspar? You just look a lot like him.
-Yes! Gaspar is my older brother. I can't find you, nor had I seen you in town.
—I doubt that you remember me, I do remember you. I saw you running in your pants from a very young age — he joked — I studied elementary school and high school with Gaspar as well. Then I lost track of them for going abroad.
It was very nice. He was really nice. You liked me from the first time you treated him, it was impossible not to be captivated by the beautiful smile that his face carried. Average like 1.85 and that caught my attention. It was the reason why I started spending every afternoon after work; buying bread was just a pretext, and apparently he liked my presence. I already knew my hours and we started exchanging a little more information. I realized that many girls flirted with him when shopping, in fact, there were more young women than ladies << who wouldn't want to be married by a stud like Sergio >>
"So your name is Sergio?" —I asked to get out of the doubt after several days of going to that visit.
-Yes. But the truth is, people never use my name. Most tell me Chello, serch ... in fact your brother knows me as the wero. So you can tell me how you like it best.
"I think I'll be the only one to call you Sergio then." Why did you go abroad?
"Well, I think for the same reasons they all see each other." A better life; I left since I was your age, I wanted to experience new things. In fact, I got married, had a daughter, but then I got divorced. The problem is that she kept the house and for me it was like starting over. I had good savings and took some time to send them here to an account. So I decided to go back, to invest in something. My parents are grown up and my brothers don't want to take over the bakery, so I'm learning about the family trade. And you?
"I just finished high school." I want to go to study in the city, that's why I'm working. I want to save so I can move. If it were up to my parents, they would like me to stay here. But I want to see what lies beyond.
Our talks were that deep. I liked her maturity and the way she saw life. It was like talking to a teacher; I think that every day we went a little more than an hour, my parents began to think that they had met a girl from the town. When the reality was different. I loved seeing him walk when heeling the loaves. He had buttocks sticking out in his jeans, a torso that I felt could break with a hug, and a bulge between his legs that was impossible not to look at. On several occasions I felt like she caught me staring at her between leg. She didn't say anything and I pretended to look at something else. But the truth is that if I was very tempted to know how big her cock was.
After several weeks visiting it, I preferred to stop being so obvious and reduced my visits to the bakery; I think a whole week went by without him knowing about me; Despite not looking gay, he didn't want anyone to know, and that included Sergio. I did not want a misunderstanding to sprinkle suspicion of my sexuality all over town. But one day while I was riding my bike home I ran into him walking. I don't know where it was going, but boy did it look just as succulent as ever; well I think this time more. Why was he wearing smaller clothes than all the times I saw him at the bakery. He had blue soccer shorts, he was a bit sweaty and he had a ball in his hands, I assumed he came from playing a challenge with his friends.
He saw me from far away and did not hesitate to stop to greet me. In fact, he forced my bike to stop for us to talk a bit.
"Are you in a hurry?" I'm coming back from seeing some friends, we went to the field to relax for a while and update ourselves. In fact, there was Gaspar, your brother! I haven't seen you at the bakery. Did I say something that scared you?
-Nerd. None of that, what happens is that I have been somewhat busy. I have left the stationery late and had to make up at home for all the times I was late for stopping to chat.
-oh now I see! I'm sorry I took your time. I hope I don't cause any more problems. What are you doing later?
"I think we'll go to the canteen downtown; the red one in front of the main park. My friends want to go get some beers. We haven't seen each other since we left high school. We will be there for a while.
"Hopefully I see you around." My friends still want to go for a few beers. And apparently it is one of the only canteens for young people. The rest is filled with gentlemen and intense drunks.
I don't know if he liked me too much, if it was just a coincidence, but I think he liked my friendship a lot. More at night as I told you I met my friends in a canteen called "el cardenal" we took one of the tables and immediately the beer rounds began. When my friends got together there was nothing to stop them. Well, just the lack of money.
It was already about ten o'clock at night, I don't know how many beers he had, but he was sure he was no longer quite sober. I was already at that level where you start laughing at whatever stupid your friends say, that moment where you feel too good.
We liked that place too much, it had two billiard tables, everything was decorated with wood and old bottles, the light was dim, the music was good and allowed to talk, and only gentlemen attended; the only ladies inside were the waitresses who brought you drinks and snacks.
Suddenly a noise was heard at the entrance, it was Sergio's group of friends who were entering. It seemed that everyone knew him; the bartender welcomed him for having returned to town, he prepared a table for them, and he stood in front of me; He raised his bottle and I mine to greet us. He looked out of the corner of his eye all the time, he looked so good with that open red plaid shirt; he sported a beautiful hairy chest. I lost myself looking at him, I think I was somewhat indiscreet, and when he caught me, he would turn his face to hide. I think he caught me too many times doing it. I got up, went to urinate, I had drunk too much liquid, the bathroom was somewhat compact, 4 people were very tight, it had a closed toilet and a shared urinal for three or four people; a washbasin with a somewhat worn mirror and an old wooden door.
I finished pissing and shook my cock; on leaving I saw that he was urinating in the urinal; I did it out of pain in the toilet, I never liked being seen to urinate. I didn't want to greet him while he was on his back; I thought about it to look askance at what he had in his hands, but fear overcame me. I was washing my hands when he finished. He appeared behind me, watching him in the mirror pull up his fly.
"And you're not going to greet me, boy?" Do you think I don't realize you're ignoring me? He said, managing to blush.
"I was with my friends." Of course I wanted to say hi to you.
"It's just a joke, man." I'm glad you're not tied up like your brother. We invited him, but we all know that his girlfriend didn't give him permission.
"That's why I don't tie myself up with anyone." I took a roll towel and gave him the way to wash his hands; we were very tight, I could feel his great body and warm skin completely rosy. I have never felt so much adrenaline and excitement.
"You do very well." Brides and marriages don't end well at all. It is better to be single and free like that; that way you don't have to explain. And you can be with whoever you want. And tell me what will you do when you get out of here? I suppose they will continue the drunkenness.
-It's the safest. Unless there is something more interesting to do in this little place. I guess after a few more beers, we'll get out of here.
—I think my friends are in another stage. They all have a girlfriend, lovers, children, and some even a boyfriend, ”she said nudging me.
-Yes. I know it is more complicated. That is why my friends and I are enjoying that we are still young and single.
"Are you saying I'm old?"
-Nothing of that! Except that people here at your age already have other commitments.
-You're right. That is why I liked your company. It helps me remember how I was with my friends before. Do you mind if I ask for your cell phone number?
-No. Not at all.
I was surprised that she wanted my cell phone number. It would be nice to talk to him in that way. We left the bathroom one after another, each one returning to his table; they left about half an hour later, it was almost midnight. My friends and I stayed there a while longer. But after they left, they lost me for a while by not taking their attention off the cell phone. He had promised to write to me, and he kept his promise.
"Are you still at the bar, or are you already at home in bed?"
"We're still here." It won't take much longer. We will almost ask for the bill. I think we'll go to one of these friends' house.
-It sounds fun. I'm alone in the house. I still have something serious alcohol, well, that if you want to come. I think it would be nice.
I was too surprised to read that. I was speechless for a while thinking. He was somewhat confused, he was not gay at all, that was obvious. At least it didn't look like it; I think he had all the bearing of a male; even so, I really wanted to find out his intentions << Maybe I'm just making silly speculations. It was clear; He liked my company >> my friends and I left the bar and we all agreed to meet at Juan's house. But my fate was affected by Sergio's proposal. So without hesitation I went to his house.
I had to make up a silly excuse in front of my friends; Something strange was done to them that for the first time he did not end the night until dawn drinking with them. So with fear and doubt, I took my bike and went to see Sergio. I admit that I was a little scared, a little sorry and above all a sea of uncertainty. << What was his insinuation about? >> It could also be that he just wanted a nice friendship, after all he had confessed to me that almost all his friends were as tied up as my brother. He was still single. Maybe he just needed a good friend to stay up and have a few beers. We all need a friend to join us in the pedas.
Upon arrival I gulped, knocked twice on the door. He lived in a house very separate from his parents. They had a large lot, so on his part he had built a couple of rooms, a living room, a bathroom; enough to be comfortable. He had been constantly sending money to build a house where when he arrived he would have somewhere to go with his family << which he did not consider that he would leave in the USA due to a divorce >>
So after playing a few times very cautiously trying not to make noise. At last she opened the door for me to pass. What a surprise he gave me when I found him in his pajamas. And by pajamas I mean baggy checked boxers, and a sleeveless shirt that revealed his huge, muscular arms. I was speechless and it broke the ice.
-I thought you were not coming. I was honestly one step away from going to bed. That's why you find me with these rags. If I bother you, I can go put on some jeans.
-No. stay like that. You look good I say! You look comfortable.
"Well, do you want something to drink?" I can offer you beer, vodka or tequila ... wait anyway I have mezcal.
"I've never had anything other than beer." I am very new.
-Good. I'll make you a very light vodka. I'll take that, it's a male drink! —He said jokingly.
He poured a couple of glasses and after the first drink he lit a cigar; His mustache looked very spectacular, and those huge, hairy spread legs had made my heart pound and my forehead sweaty.
"If you're hot, we can go to the room." I have air conditioning installed.
I gulped and accepted the invitation. I entered the room, everything was very clean and tidy, I had a closet full of clothes, some large suitcases on one side, a huge TV and a bed that looked very comfortable.
"You have a very large room!"
"And it's not the only thing that I have big," he said alburating me. "Just kidding!" It's good that you like it, when you like it here we can watch movies and have beers.
"This is a bit strange." I'm barely half your age. I've been wondering all afternoon why.
-It is easy. Everyone my age is already busy here.
"And why not a girlfriend?" I see that many in the bakery throw the dogs at you.
"It's complicated little friend." It's very complicated!
So we were drinking for a long time. I think I began to suspect where everything was going, the more glasses I served I noticed it much closer, much more affectionate. I started to feel a bit uncomfortable when he put his hand on my back, almost going down to my buttocks; And it's not that I didn't want to, I was just very nervous. He had never been with anyone, he was practically new; fresh out of the box. And you meet a tremendous beast, obviously opaque and intimidating! So I breathed, after all I didn't want to perish limp. He was dying to test such a man.
-Can I ask you something? He said with his voice so thick. "The truth is that I have noticed some things in you, but I'm not that direct." And I do not want to stay with the hard one. I say with the doubt — I loved how I teased her.
"Let's see, how hard are you?" I mean ... doubt — Even though when it came to albures, I didn't stay still.
"So you know how to keep pace!" I like it, I like it. Well I'm serious. I noticed that in the bar you kept looking at me a lot, and in the bakery the same. In fact, I noticed that you were looking at some intimate areas, but still and it's just my imagination. Why do you do it?
-I do not know what are you talking about.
The big man and I were sitting on the edge of the bed, at a considerable distance. But when he asked that question, he pushed himself closer to me. I noticed her legs spread wider. I think I lost concentration a bit, he was looking very good, the bulge was huge without even having an erection, my hormones were starting to race, and my eyes were starting to get distracted when he fanned his legs pressing his pack.
I think it was inevitable to see out of the corner of the eye and then he realized it again. He had served another couple of drinks, and the alcohol was already starting to do its thing; He put his hand on my leg and I no longer felt discomfort, he pressed hard, and then soft, it felt great.
"Are you going to answer me?"
-I already answer you.
"I know you're looking at me at this" And he pressed the package tightly "You like the cock, don't you? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Now you know why I have not agreed to fuck any old woman in town, but it is our secret.
-Then you're gay?
"Not exactly, but to a great extent." Only when I see guys like you that catch my eye.
-So you like me?
—I thought I was clear — by then I was very close to him, even when he spoke to me he got closer; and I was backing up a bit, it was as if he wanted to kiss me, he just smiled when he saw that I pulled away a little — you walk away! Well now, I think it's the effect of alcohol, it always makes me a little crazy and too fanatic.
"It doesn't bother me!" It's just ... I've never been with a man, I've never really been with anyone. It inhibits me, but I don't dislike it.
"Have you never kissed either?"
-Neither that.
—Then let me be the first, you just let yourself go and do the same as me with your lips.
He approached very slowly and planted a tremendous kiss with his thick lips, he opened my thin mouth and introduced his folds, he moved very slowly and absorbed, he bit slowly and put his tongue inside my mouth. It felt too good.
It took me a bit at first, but within minutes I was able to imitate what I was doing. It was truly rich. I think we kissed for two minutes without stopping, they were the best classes to learn to kiss.
"Well, to be your first kiss, you do it too well." I guess you haven't touched a cock either.
"If you know the meaning of virgin, right?" I said sarcastically.
"Well, I think there's a lot to teach you." You came in as a child, but you will leave here being a whole man — he stood up and lowered his boxers, a very long cock came out from between his legs, it swayed from one side to the other, it was about 15 cm, and that she was asleep. She was white and very pretty, her head was uncovered, hair trimmed joining the hair on her navel.
I lowered my face, it was a shy reaction, he raised my face with his hand, he seemed very sure of what he wanted, I was super self-conscious, even though he was trying to show that it was something completely normal.
-Look at her! Have you ever seen a cock this long? Notice that until now there has been no woman who can put up with it, especially when I tried to shove them up her ass. Would you like to be shoved up your ass?
-I dont know. The most I've done is masturbate. So I think whatever you want to do will be new to me.
"Well, it all depends on how much you let me do you." I would not like that when you leave here you were terrified, or that you would stop passing by the bakery to greet me just for a bad time.
<< Was he stupid or what? Who does not want to be broken by a tremendous man >> certainly wanted everything with him.
"Why do you think I might be afraid to the degree of not returning?" I think you weren't observant enough then. I don't know if you noticed how much you attract my attention. I have been able to fuck with the woman I wanted, but I have not done it because no one ever caught my attention so much as to uncover what I am. So I don't know if that answers all your questions.
"Well, the truth is, I never expected to notice a 19-year-old boy." Except for the younger brother of one of my best friends; but I admit that you are too handsome, and your body is hot! I admit the second thing I saw after your face was your big ass.
I stood up to him and returned my lips to his to kiss him again. I liked the way he moved his tongue inside mine, our hands were very close, he took my hips to bring me closer, I passed mine behind him. They had a very perky ass, and from what I could tell they were very exercised. He immediately removed one of my hands from his buttocks and brought it to his cock. It was very hard, very thick and very long - 23 centimeters! I never in my life thought they existed.
"Do you like my cock?" I see that it almost does not fit in your hand. Just imagine how your anus is going to fill up, ”he said close to my ear while licking and kissing her. The feeling was so rich; I felt like all my hair stood on end from my neck to my feet when I felt the wetness of her mouth running down my throat, fanning my lobes and kissing me again.
He can't even answer him, but I think my hand trying to hold his cock could answer for me. I was trying to jerk him off, but I was barely making a fist, and it's not for nothing, but that cock was too heavy.
I undressed by order of him, I turned my back to him to admire the nice ass that was carrying me. He took off what was left of his clothes and returned to me to admire me, he took a step back to look at me completely, it seemed that he liked me too much, he touched my whole chest, ran his hand over my neck, pinched my nipples, went down to my 19 cm member, stroked my balls and kissed me again. Then he pushed me onto the bed, and mounted on me to give me directions; I loved that he wanted to take the reins. Tremendous male would ride me that night.
"You just enjoy all of this." Today I have to do everything; so learn your lesson well, ”he whispered. He immediately kissed my neck again, but this time he was just passing my nipples, he bit delicately, then licked and sucked until they were very sensitive; every time I tried to touch my cock he would take my hand away, I guess I didn't want him to stimulate me so much and I could come soon.
His mouth kept going, leaving a mark of saliva on my skin; every time she kissed my ribs, my sides and forced me, she arched her back in excitement. Finally her mouth came to my cock that I was waiting very hard with some drops tearing from the dimple. With her finger she picked up the liquid and brought it to her mouth, tasted my nectar; then she tugged on it a couple of times; He swallowed it whole without warning.
Boy that was an explosion in me, it felt too rich to feel that warm and moist mouth absorbing my member. He went in and out, up and down like an expert, honestly if he continued like this he would not hesitate much, everything was very different from a simple masturbation. His mouth did magic on my cock, especially when one of his fingers wet with saliva began to slide between my narrow anus.
I didn't want to moan, I felt like I was turning off my manhood, for a second I wanted to deny that, I didn't want it to be so fast; but the truth is that I was liking the way his finger was embedded, making undulating movements, and the entrance was very soft, I felt like my ass sucked every time it came out to penetrate again. It didn't take long for him to come down, he smelled my balls and then his tongue lowered slowly to where his finger was playing. He opened me with both hands, I had to lift my legs to make way for his head; he stuck his tongue in, I can almost swear full, began to suck and suck; I saw stars, my eyes were totally blank.
"So are you liking it?" -I ask. But I responded by lowering his head again with my hand.
He did not beg and continued to give me oral sex between the buttocks. He helped himself with his fingers to dilate me, I soon had two of his big fingers. He moved very well, you could tell he had a lot of experience, he didn't want to lower his legs; with his hand he began to masturbate me to let his tongue rest a little, my member was totally moistened with drops of pre-seminal liquid; it was so swollen that she had never seen it so large. She was fat and her head was red as if she wanted to explode. I liked seeing how with her hand she raised and lowered the skin of my cock while with her beautiful eyes she did not take her eyes off my gaze.
She had a perverted face, and I an excited one. She stood up and showed her monumental hard and fat cock pointing at me, swinging from side to side under the weight of the piece of meat; He took it and began to masturbate for her to see; his pubis full of hair, his huge legs were extraordinary, his whole body looked very rich; I also wanted to explore that mature body.
"Do you want me to stick it for you?" He said with his beautiful smile adorning his face.
"Is that what you want to do to me?"
"I've never stuck my cock in a virgin ass." I want that honor all to myself. But I don't know if you can take all this. I admit that it is very difficult to bear it.
-Well. Nothing is lost by trying.
She knew that perhaps the next day she would not be able to walk, but she could not refuse such a proposal. He mounted on me, he was too heavy, when he knelt his thighs were twice his size. I loved how he looked, his cock was almost in front of me, he radiated a man smell, I felt his buttocks on my abdomen, they were very hot and hairy. He leaned in until his cock was in my mouth. He had never sucked in his life, he did not know how to do it, nor had he ever thought to do it. I don't know what it was that made me taste it, I wanted to eat it all the way. I opened my mouth wide, the head was huge and red, he pushed himself with his powerful hip to help me swallow it; my mouth was too small to hold her in it for so long, yet I tried my best. He had to help me, but how long can you swallow something that thick.
It was like that for a while, then she took it out and her eggs were on my mouth, I felt that the heat was suffocating me; I liked the smell. I had huge balls, they hung unevenly, I sucked one and then the other, they were not compared to anything I had seen. With my hands I got closer until I reached his ass. I imitated what he was doing and groaned a little. He gave me permission to lick for a while between his huge buttocks. I was like this until he stopped me. He stood up and went back to the starting point, but this time he was rubbing his cock in my virgin ass. I felt the huge head making movements around the area; I didn't go in, I just played. I really had no idea how it would get in. While his owner kissed me, with his hands extended backwards he held me.
"I hope you're ready." It is not worth shouting. So you better find something to chew on.
That part made me a bit morbid and scary. I felt his legs pressing towards me to get inside. Don't scream why I held on like the males! But it hurt like a thousand demons; It was as if lightning split me in two. And that only the head had entered. The bones penetrated me, and even so he did not take it out, he told me that I had to get used to it if I wanted it all inside; He convinced me by knowing that he would put it on me whenever I wanted. So I literally took something to bite into, why neither did he intend to get out, nor did I want him to take it off.
It was clear to me. He liked to fuck hard, he wouldn't take pity on me; Even though I asked her to be delicate << it was my first fuck >> she had lubricant on hand, so she used it to try to help. The first thrusts were very painful, I did not know if I had entered all or only part, it was too much for my narrow and virgin anus. But after a few minutes of in and out of that huge member, I began to enjoy the stimulation. How rich this man got; if hell didn't exist, he had created one for me, taken me and taken me out of there.
I change my position, the feeling was different; I listened to his balls break on my buttocks; He didn't want to see me screaming so I kept holding on, I was about to come, but I didn't want to, I wanted to continue enjoying his cock. But I couldn't hold it and began to empty myself on his bed. Despite having come, he kept giving me hard, because he still wasn't finished.
He was a savage in bed, that was not disputed; he took my hip with both hands to bring me and separate me from him; I never thought that puppy potion would feel so good; He held me wide open, he spanked me with his huge hand, he settled on my back and my back died; His breath blew hot air over my neck, and I just let myself be manipulated. I don't know when my cock took strength again; but he had another erection as hard as the previous one.
"I'm going to finish!" Do you want me to come inside? He asked in his tired and agitated voice; he sounded very tired, and I loved that. I told him that I wanted him to come in the previous position; I wanted to see from the front how he bathed me with his semen on my navel and maybe even my chest. It didn't bother me if he bathed my penis, it would serve me to come later. So he pulled out the huge cock, I quickly turned around, and settled on the edge of the bed, placing both feet on the floor. He got on a bit and started to masturbate. I loved her hairy belly and her huge arms pleasuring herself. He shook that cock nimbly, it was very wet and his veins were about to explode.
I reached out my hand and grabbed his testicles; they contracted; It was very soft and warm, he took my hands off again and pushed me away to enjoy the show. The head of his penis expelled a tremendous stream of milk that went straight to my mouth. Then the second was more powerful and hit my forehead, the following fell on my chest and thus decreased its power until it dripped on my cock. I was very ecstatic; he roared looking at the ceiling; he looked so rich. He released his cock and rested on my leg. I took my cock and began to masturbate with his image mounted on me. His liquid lubricated the accelerated movements he had on my erection.
It didn't take me so long to come a second time; boy did I end up satisfied. She waited for some air, got up and gave me her hand to stand up; She asked me to be careful, and we walked to her bathroom; He turned the water on hot, and we both went in for a bath. With his hand he washed the parts of my body that had his semen. He smiled that big, beautiful smile that the bastard was carrying, and he couldn't help but tease me.
"I left you all glazed."
"I think you had a lot stuck."
"I told you I hadn't caught anything." If it wasn't with this virgin ass, I don't want anything! He said holding my buttocks.
That night I stayed to sleep with him. For my parents it was normal that I did not get to sleep on weekends, because I always drank with my friends. So they didn't care if he sent them a message. We got to bed, we were very fresh from the bathroom. He lay undressed and I did the same. It felt very good to be on his hairy chest combing those curly hairs. He stroked my hair, and at times he squeezed his member; I wanted to make it clear that it was only mine. Those 9 inches had to be just for me.
When I woke up the next day I went home with a smile from ear to ear, but with a sore tail and with the feeling of still having it inside. It was as if he had left his size heavily tattooed inside my anus. It was a very strange feeling; It hurt a bit, but just remembering the feeling of such a fucking, and the excitement that it had made me feel, made my legs shake, my mouth drool and wanting to feel it inside me again.
It was like discovering gold for me; I went to the bakery every night after work. The truth was I was attracted to him, I liked the idea of hanging out with the rude and desired boy in town. I felt a little jealous when I watched him talking to other girls, but I knew that deep down I was the only one who was enjoying everything that was behind that apron. But there is always a hair in the soup when it comes to relationships with older people; I think we all live something like this. We get so excited thinking that it will be something long lasting, we don't realize how unattainable it is, until we are old enough to understand that I would never see anything other than sex.
After one of the many fuckings of months after months. After having swallowed all his passion, of making me feel heaven with the rich thrusts with which he penetrated me, I had to release what I felt. I don't know if we make a mistake or it is just a step to maturity. Many times I regretted asking that question, but the way I see things today, I think that should be the case.
Everything came out very natural. After almost 6 months having sex, having such a good time and visiting him almost daily, I couldn't help but question and question him.
"I've been wondering something these days." I don't know how you take it, it's not pressure or anything like that, but what are we?
-What do you mean?
"Well, we've been dating for half a year." And well, I don't know where all this is going. I'd like to have something more real ... more formal—
Sergio sat down on the bed, he stared at me << I think he was fond of and sorry >> for he had only been fucked; Let's say its fixed within the village; but at 19 I was too naive to realize it.
"I just ... look, I don't want to be hard on you; I don't want you to take it the wrong way either. But there are many things against you, your age, for example, I am 16 years old, you are just a child. The people are not ready to understand many things; among them homosexuality. I am just single; I am not looking for something formal. I like you, that's obvious, I have a great time with you, and I'm not complaining about sex. But for me being hidden is more comfortable. I don't think I can deal with being the new fag in this place.
"Does it mean we are nothing?"
"Don't see it as something like that either." I don't want you to go to extremes; If I care about you, if I like you But we are just sex, there is nothing more I can offer you now. You're good?
I sat on the edge of the bed, at the other end of him, he was completely naked. Very disappointed with that answer. I think at that age we cry out to be loved. We are so intense when we love for the first time; and answers like that hurt; I think it would have been easier with someone my age. But I have never noticed smaller ones, I have always liked to go big.
That day I got up, put on my clothes, shoes and said goodbye. He gave me a kiss, just as magical as the rest; but he knew that for him it was just one more kiss. It is a disappointment, but it was very necessary to build character in my future relationships; teaches you not to give it all up. To be more independent with what you feel; You start to build those walls that you think will protect you so that it doesn't happen again.
I left riding my bike at full speed; I got home and went straight to my room. It was my first disappointment. I did not return to the bakery, I even began to change my routes to work; You feel like everything reminds you of him I think I did not eat for a couple of days, the truth if he dumped me. But nobody dies of love, that's something I learned. It kills society more than love; As the days, weeks and a few months passed, I met Sergio again walking down the street. He stopped my bike with his hand like on some occasion in the past.
"And you're not going to greet me anymore?"
-I'm in a hurry. They wait for me at home.
"I didn't hear from you anymore." I am very sorry to have been sincere.
-Nothing happens. I think I can live with it; you didn't try to find me either.
"How about I see you at night and we talk a little about it?" —I thought about it too much, deep down I was still somewhat angry about what happened; Now that I think about it, I think she just acted mature. He was honest with me, he didn't say what he wanted to hear, but he didn't fool me either. He left the door open for me if I wanted to go back, he concluded with an "I miss you" and I think that was enough to return to the place where I felt so good. He was my lover for 3 years. We never got to more, I moved to the city; and every time I returned I found him in the same place. Now it's nice to stop by his house and remember that the baker's son gave me the best fuck in the world, my first kiss and the treasure of my first love.
FINISH.
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