I was dead tired, we took a nap together and later on we got dressed and went out for dinner in a Lebanese restaurant. The food was delicious; I had to pay for my meal. John was no sugar daddy but paying for my dinner during our first evening together would have been a nice gesture. We went back to the apartment, John showed me the lab testing results he got the day before stating that he was free of any bugs. We got undressed and kept our jock straps on, this time his was black. He sat on his easy chair, uncovered his cock and said: "Now son, you're going to suck this dick as your life depends on it". I kneeled and took his cock as far as I could. After a while we stood up, he lifted me on his arms and took me to the bedroom as I was his bride. "Consummation time has arrived; you'll take my cock like a man". He told me to lay prone on the bed, he spread my butt cheeks and rimmed my asshole, his goatee and wicked tongue movements made me tremor of pleasure. He fingered me using lots of Vaseline and smeared some on his cock too. The insertion was not easy at all; I have a very tight ass.
"Relax boy, I don't want to hurt you. You're going to love my cock and beg for it". The resistance of my sphincter was finally overpowered by his cock. "That's it, now your ass is mine and I'm going to fuck it really good". He fucked me raw in all imaginable positions during that long night without showing any kind of mercy. I could not have any hard feelings for him; I was in love with him and wanted to please him. My hairy ass got drenched with his daddy cream. The next morning his sperm had dried out and the hairs of my hairy crack were stiff and stuck to each other. My ass was very sore and bled when I had to go to the bathroom. He gave me a cream that stopped the bleeding and made me heal in a couple of days. The next evening we went to a wedding, two of his friends who owned a flower shop had a symbolic ceremony at the gay community church. We didn't go to the reception because he didn't want to meet one former lover who worked for the couple and was invited as well. The ceremony was very nice, first time I witnessed something like this. John introduced me to many people but it was difficult to keep track of their names. He spared my ass until I was completely recovered but John was a horny bastard, I had to service his cock three times per day... early in the morning I had to take care of his morning hard-on, when he came back from work the first thing he did after greeting me was unzipping his pants, sit down on his easy chair and made me suck his cock until he almost came. The last and longest round was before going to sleep, I had to suck his cock until completion and swallow his thick loads of cum. He taught me how to deep throat his cock and sometimes he even face-fucked me, his cock was 7 inches long and not very thick. John was an excellent rimmer and gave head like a god sucking me dry, he did it so eagerly that sometimes my cock was reddish for a couple of days. The building were we lived had four apartments, two on each floor, we lived on the first floor. All our neighbors were gay men in their early forties. David was the next door guy, he was from Texas. He was blond and blue eyed, he looked much younger than he actually was. John found him a job as a nurse in the state prison. David was a nice guy, he had a nice slim body, lovely bulge and a nice ass accentuated by the tight jeans he always wore. On the second floor above John's apartment lived Phil, he was a cook and big as a house, his social life was very limited, he had to go to bed very early and get up at 5:00am every day. He was a hard worker, he taught me how to make Jambalaya and until now I make it once a week. Dave and Garreth lived in the other apartment. I used to see them almost every afternoon through the living room window when they were heading to the gym. Garreth was a small framed guy and very good looking, his face had a far resemblance to Robert Redford in his good days. He was a basic school teacher and was from Kansas. Dave was stocky and very friendly; he was married once and had a daughter. Few years later I was shocked when I heard of his death, he was just in his middle forties when that happened. Garreth was devastated when he found out that Dave was having some affairs, not the best thing to hear during the funeral... Every weekend we used to have dinner together with our neighbors, every time in a different apartment. That's what I miss the most from those days, we were like a family. We used to go to the gay community church every Sunday; John played the piano and sometimes was part of the choir. The masses were the nicest I can remember and truly open to anybody, even women were allowed to be priests. I specially remember Bonita Clark, a black woman who came all the way from Beaumont Texas with her partner. Her preaches were quite enthusiastic and full of positive energy. More than faith going to church was a fantastic way of socializing with other gay people given the fact that we were no party goers or bar cruisers. The weeks went by with more or less the same routine, full cock service at least once a day during John's working days and hard butt fucking on weekends. I was studying for some IT certifications that should help me to find a job. Thanksgiving Day arrived and besides our neighbors John invited four of his best friends to come over: Patrick, Dan, Peter and Joachim. Every time one of them arrived, they handed an envelope to John. Little I knew about the secret agenda that he had prepared for me during that long weekend... To be continued…
Después de una interesante visita al Johnson Space Center en Houston nos dirigimos hacia San Antonio para visitar a Papi Patrick. Llegamos a los límites de la ciudad alrededor de las seis de la tarde y nos demoramos un poco hasta que al fin dimos con la dirección. Le vimos agitar su mano desde una ventana. Golpeamos a la puerta de todos modos y en seguida vimos este enorme hombre
Contradiciendo las indicaciones de Papi Patrick, tomé una prolongada ducha. Necesitaba poner mis pensamientos en orden. Lo que él acababa de hacerme era asolutamente confuso para mí, primero me empuja hacia los brazos de Jared y luego busca una excusa para cogerme antes de que tuviera la ocasión de estar a solas con su hermano. Cuando abrí la puerta del cuarto de baño John me estaba
Después de que Papi Patrick y John salieron del dormitorio, Jared me condujo a su cuarto de baño insinuando que tan sólo quería librarse de sus botas y refrescar su sudoroso cuerpo. Mientras caminábamos al cuarto de baño pude sentir como su esperma bajaba por la cara interna de mis piernas. Cuando pasamos cerca del espejo, rápidamente di un vistazo y pude ver el balanceo de su enorme
¿Cómo me gusta un hombre? Maduro pero en buena forma, fornido y de pelo en pecho, un sexy mostacho o una barba bien cuidada no están de más. De voz recía y profundamente varonil. Experimentado, alto libido y dominante en la cama, mi boca y mi culo están prestos a satisfacerlo en todo... su omnipotente verga es el centro de mi universo. Primero que nada tomo una minuciosa ducha, asegurándome
It seems like it was yesterday when I was introduced to the cleansing ritual...
The weeks went by with more or less the same routine...
After hours of laughing and sharing stories we went back to John's apartment.
John announced poker time. He told me to crawl under our glass dinning table and all the guys took a seat. We all were completely naked. He said:
Basically I'm a horny bottom who loves worshipping well endowed daddies like you and take your full length manhood deep inside me. After taking a thorough shower, I especially make sure that my hole is clean inside and outside for your full delight. I put on my black jock and go to bed lying on my stomach waiting for you. I hear you coming from work wearing the suit that fits you so well. I
After expending a very interesting visit to the Johnson Space Center in Houston we headed to San Antonio to visit Daddy Patrick. We arrived to the city limits around six o'clock and took a while until we finally found his address. He lived in a bungalow style house, there were two cars in front of the garage but there was still space for ours. We saw him waving his hand from one
Against Daddy Patrick indications, I took a long full relaxing shower. I needed to put my thoughts in order. What he had just done to me didn't feel right and was quite confusing, first he pushes me to Jared's arms and then he looks for an excuse to fuck me before I had the chance to be alone with his brother. When I opened the bathroom door John was standing waiting for me.
After Daddy Patrick and John left the bedroom, Jared led me to his bathroom. He had hinted that he just wanted to get rid of his boots and freshen up his sweaty body. While walking to the bathroom I could feel his sperm leaking from my still dilated anus running down my inner thighs. In a quick glance I could see his swinging hard cock reflected in the mirror... then I realized that he
Parece que fue ayer cuando fui introducido al ritual que marcó para siempre el resto de mi vida y se convirtió en parte esencial de mi preparación antes de mis encuentros sexuales. John era un estricto ex sacerdote casi 20 años mayor que yo, no pudo luchar más contra sus intensos sentimientos homosexuales y decidió abandonar la iglesia. Obtuvo una maestría en psicología y trabajaba como
Todos los amigos de John eran muy bien parecidos y en buena forma. Patrick vino desde de Texas, era un sesentón con bigote en forma de herradura completamente blanco, conocía a John de cuando ambos solían vivir en San Antonio. Dan era originario de Israel, tenía alrededor de 50 años y ya estaba retirado, un candado entrecano era el perfecto marco para su sexy sonrisa. Peter era un acaudalado
Una vez que llegamos al apartamento, Papi Patrick se sentó en el sillón. Peter, Joachim y Dan tomaron asiento en el sofá de tres puestos. John puso en la videograbadora la videocinta
Cuando era adolescente, durante los juegos de mesa con mis primos mayores, dejaba caer cosas debajo de la mesa para así tener la oportunidad de ver sus bultos sin que ellos se dieran cuenta. Nunca pensé que algún día haría los mismo con cinco hombres bien parecidos y a cada cual mejor dotado que el otro. Yo no sabía mucho sobre el póker, lo que sabía en ese momento era quién quería yo que ganara…
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