When I was a kid, my parents' best friends baptized me. Both my parents and my godparents got married very young, in full adolescence. I remember being small when my godfather started his sexual advances towards me. It's what I remember, that I always stayed with my parents or my godparents. So when I went to take a bath, I loved bathing with my dad because I got used to seeing his cock and nudity without problems. My father never lacked respect for me, nor anything similar. Sometimes, when my godfather was at home, he would offer to help me bathe and since it was my godfather, my parents allowed it without any malice. That's how it all started. Without getting into the bathtub with him dressed, I'd get wet, then I'd be soaped up, and I'd be bathed very well, but dedicating a total care to my bum. I felt his fingers on my little hole, rosing it one and another time, outside, and the genuine massage on my buttocks, which he praised by telling me that for being a young boy, I had wide and firm buttocks like a girl's. I didn't understand those comments.
Many times, I'd put my back to him and ask him not to look back at me so I wouldn't get soap in my eyes when he did something. I'd obey, and he'd say he was going to take off his pants so he wouldn't get wet, then from outside the tub and I on the edge of it, he'd massage my little butt, squeeze it, open my buttocks with his fingers, rub them all over my crack and hole, always telling me not to look. I felt a tickling sensation and his very agitated breathing, and then something warm that soaked my buttocks, felt warm, even though I was wet, and he'd say it was oil he was pouring on me. Already when I had reason to understand, I realized my godfather was masturbating, rubbing my butt and what I felt was his cum hot as it spilled onto mine.
Already when I grew older, if I went to his house, he'd send me to take a bath, but only if my stepmother wasn't there. Then yes, he'd get in the bathtub with me and I'd notice how hard and big his cock got. different from when I bathed with my dad, who never stopped. One day I asked him why he got so big. My godfather told me words that I will never forget: don't tell anyone, please, but it's just that you have a divine bum and my cock gets hard and even hurts because it gets so hard, touch it and see how long it lasts. And without any malice, that's how I started to touch it, squeeze it, and lift it up and down, as he indicated, always repeating his words, don't tell anyone, please.
As time went on, I would suck my bum, after washing it well, and I felt very tasty. Then he would ask me to suck his cock. I would laugh and say no, but he would suck mine, my little penecito, so I could know what it was like, and that's what I liked, and my little thing would get hard, giving me the urge to pee, something like that.
I gradually learned to suck him off until one day it seemed like I had made it so tasty that he came inside my mouth, filling it with cum. I was surprised and thought he had peed in my mouth and it gave me a lot of disgust. He explained when he finished and composed himself. He told me that was cum or semen and that when I grew up, it would come out too, that it contained proteins and didn't hurt anyone. He also told me that women liked it very much and swallowed it. That's how he convinced me to swallow it and not be disgusted.
You get used to anything when it's repetitive, and I got used to sucking him off and swallowing the cum. It wasn't just in the bathroom anymore; I would look for any opportunity to get with him, in a room, in the car, wherever we were, so he could suck my bum and finger me, which made me sweat and left my bum unwashed, but he loved licking it and leaving it clean as he said. If I managed to give him a good butt-fucking, then when I sucked him off later, he would come even harder and with more desire. first time. But the tongue was so big that it would hit me in the bum, and so much that this man would put his fingers in me, whether with soap, saliva or his own cum, and I don't remember feeling a great pain, I swear, what I felt was like a scare in my stomach when he buried himself in me and I responded by pushing my arse back. It burned a bit and I felt some discomfort, but that's all. When my godfather started putting it in me and taking it out of me, I really enjoyed it and moaned and moaned without stopping. I'm clear that that was, one night when I stayed with him at his house because my godmother went to take care of her mom who was hospitalized and would stay until the next day with her. Always with the same phrase: don't tell anyone, please. But that day I told him not to say it anymore, that I already understood that if I said something, we would both go wrong and we could never again, enjoy, as my godfather called what we did, enjoy. He gave me a good time that night, like a Pentecostal tambourine. And so I became, a total object of sexual desires for my godfather, who even made his friends jealous of me. He would make me swear that no one would let him touch my arse or do what we did, he and I. By now I was learning more and more, and it was me with my youth and hormones in turmoil, the one who subjected him to intense sex sections, which today I think he couldn't have satisfied sexually with my godmother because she left him dry. Sometimes if I went looking for him in his car, he would take me to a motel and put it in me three times, no denying that he was a stud and had a lot of vigor. I didn't fall in love with my godfather, no, but I enjoyed so much being screwed by him that then I would look for him and he would say he was the happiest man in the world and that I was the cause. My godparents never had children, so nobody saw anything wrong with our excessive love. Our last encounter was wonderful, already at 17 years old, in his house, in his marital bedroom. That day I rode him, moving my arse towards his face and he Wetting myself, the beauty of my ass and what made it come alive. It was as if I sensed that something was going to happen. That's how it was the next day when my godfather suffered a severe apoplexy or fulminating infarction and died. My pain was so great that I couldn't cry about it. Then I wouldn't stop missing him and my desires to be with another man didn't have to wait, because I'm human but I wasn't brave enough to approach anyone, not even someone of my age, although I had friends who paid me a lot and sucked my cock, playing and telling me that my ass was an enchantment, that I had a divine class of ass. The ass that my dear, deceased godfather enjoyed to the fullest. Having already decided to be with someone, I found out that a younger brother of my mom would be staying at my house for a few months, my younger uncle. By the way, very handsome, strong and well-built, tall, single, and it bothered me because he had a well-endowed cock. That had always been a curiosity to me; and the moment had arrived to find out if it was true or not.relatosboyslove.blogspot.com
Many times, I'd put my back to him and ask him not to look back at me so I wouldn't get soap in my eyes when he did something. I'd obey, and he'd say he was going to take off his pants so he wouldn't get wet, then from outside the tub and I on the edge of it, he'd massage my little butt, squeeze it, open my buttocks with his fingers, rub them all over my crack and hole, always telling me not to look. I felt a tickling sensation and his very agitated breathing, and then something warm that soaked my buttocks, felt warm, even though I was wet, and he'd say it was oil he was pouring on me. Already when I had reason to understand, I realized my godfather was masturbating, rubbing my butt and what I felt was his cum hot as it spilled onto mine.
Already when I grew older, if I went to his house, he'd send me to take a bath, but only if my stepmother wasn't there. Then yes, he'd get in the bathtub with me and I'd notice how hard and big his cock got. different from when I bathed with my dad, who never stopped. One day I asked him why he got so big. My godfather told me words that I will never forget: don't tell anyone, please, but it's just that you have a divine bum and my cock gets hard and even hurts because it gets so hard, touch it and see how long it lasts. And without any malice, that's how I started to touch it, squeeze it, and lift it up and down, as he indicated, always repeating his words, don't tell anyone, please.
As time went on, I would suck my bum, after washing it well, and I felt very tasty. Then he would ask me to suck his cock. I would laugh and say no, but he would suck mine, my little penecito, so I could know what it was like, and that's what I liked, and my little thing would get hard, giving me the urge to pee, something like that.
I gradually learned to suck him off until one day it seemed like I had made it so tasty that he came inside my mouth, filling it with cum. I was surprised and thought he had peed in my mouth and it gave me a lot of disgust. He explained when he finished and composed himself. He told me that was cum or semen and that when I grew up, it would come out too, that it contained proteins and didn't hurt anyone. He also told me that women liked it very much and swallowed it. That's how he convinced me to swallow it and not be disgusted.
You get used to anything when it's repetitive, and I got used to sucking him off and swallowing the cum. It wasn't just in the bathroom anymore; I would look for any opportunity to get with him, in a room, in the car, wherever we were, so he could suck my bum and finger me, which made me sweat and left my bum unwashed, but he loved licking it and leaving it clean as he said. If I managed to give him a good butt-fucking, then when I sucked him off later, he would come even harder and with more desire. first time. But the tongue was so big that it would hit me in the bum, and so much that this man would put his fingers in me, whether with soap, saliva or his own cum, and I don't remember feeling a great pain, I swear, what I felt was like a scare in my stomach when he buried himself in me and I responded by pushing my arse back. It burned a bit and I felt some discomfort, but that's all. When my godfather started putting it in me and taking it out of me, I really enjoyed it and moaned and moaned without stopping. I'm clear that that was, one night when I stayed with him at his house because my godmother went to take care of her mom who was hospitalized and would stay until the next day with her. Always with the same phrase: don't tell anyone, please. But that day I told him not to say it anymore, that I already understood that if I said something, we would both go wrong and we could never again, enjoy, as my godfather called what we did, enjoy. He gave me a good time that night, like a Pentecostal tambourine. And so I became, a total object of sexual desires for my godfather, who even made his friends jealous of me. He would make me swear that no one would let him touch my arse or do what we did, he and I. By now I was learning more and more, and it was me with my youth and hormones in turmoil, the one who subjected him to intense sex sections, which today I think he couldn't have satisfied sexually with my godmother because she left him dry. Sometimes if I went looking for him in his car, he would take me to a motel and put it in me three times, no denying that he was a stud and had a lot of vigor. I didn't fall in love with my godfather, no, but I enjoyed so much being screwed by him that then I would look for him and he would say he was the happiest man in the world and that I was the cause. My godparents never had children, so nobody saw anything wrong with our excessive love. Our last encounter was wonderful, already at 17 years old, in his house, in his marital bedroom. That day I rode him, moving my arse towards his face and he Wetting myself, the beauty of my ass and what made it come alive. It was as if I sensed that something was going to happen. That's how it was the next day when my godfather suffered a severe apoplexy or fulminating infarction and died. My pain was so great that I couldn't cry about it. Then I wouldn't stop missing him and my desires to be with another man didn't have to wait, because I'm human but I wasn't brave enough to approach anyone, not even someone of my age, although I had friends who paid me a lot and sucked my cock, playing and telling me that my ass was an enchantment, that I had a divine class of ass. The ass that my dear, deceased godfather enjoyed to the fullest. Having already decided to be with someone, I found out that a younger brother of my mom would be staying at my house for a few months, my younger uncle. By the way, very handsome, strong and well-built, tall, single, and it bothered me because he had a well-endowed cock. That had always been a curiosity to me; and the moment had arrived to find out if it was true or not.relatosboyslove.blogspot.com
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