Good it's been quite some time since I haven't told you anything about my life, so today I'll leave a moment that I lived a few days ago in my house.
All those who follow me or know me, know that since I separated from my previous wife, I decided to come out completely of the closet and accept myself as promiscuous, since it's what I should have been always.
Well, about two months ago, I rented a country house and moved to a zone with other country houses, to get away from the city, it has a pool and a big park (almost 10,000 meters), although I like to keep the park tidy, I decided to hire someone to help me a few weeks ago.
Before this anecdote, I'll tell you that my sex life wasn't going very well until recently, it's true that I had my sexual encounters with men, but I haven't found any medium-term stable relationship (I'm not looking for a partner), but let's say someone who visits me from time to time.
The thing is that about two weeks ago, almost by chance (I was looking for someone to help me with pruning and firewood) I found a sign at the greengrocer's saying pruning, lawn mowing, weeding and general work.
So I jotted down the phone number and sent a WhatsApp. Carlos answered and we agreed that he would come over the next day to see what needed doing.
By audio message, the guy seemed a bit raw or green to me, I didn't understand very well what had to be done and neither did he explain it well. I moved in recently to a nearby area to Alta Gracia.
Well, when I met Carlos, he didn't impress me much either, that afternoon was incredibly hot, and he came quite dirty, torn clothes, unkempt, etc. He's not an especially handsome man, although he's younger than me (he's 40 years old), this chubby guy with a lot of extra weight. Well, to be honest, handsome isn't...
The thing is that we agreed to meet twice a week (Tuesday and Saturday) to go pruning, cutting firewood and tidying up the whole park. It passed me by... cheap budget so I accepted one. I stayed that I was going to help him, but (I sent my mariconeada) I told him I couldn't make much strength. Well, the first three days didn't pass much. Although I started looking at it with other eyes mainly because I liked its strength and well: necessity has a heretic face. Last Tuesday we had agreed to pile some logs and branches under a shed that's there so they can dry well for winter, we worked several hours and he told me things like leave, don't make an effort or I'll help you there, etc. Then he noticed or got brave enough to ask me about my depilation, it was half rough and direct, but I automatically went into maricona mode. -Do you shave your legs? -Yes, I don't like having beautiful hair-I said -Ah, forgive me for asking. It caught my attention-he said (he sometimes called me you and sometimes usted) -It's okay-noting he said and the truth was already red between embarrassment and something hot -And do you shave there only? -No, I depilate my whole body. -Ah... While we were talking and moving logs Carlos was checking me out, or at least that seemed to me. That afternoon when we finished he offered me some mates and we chatted a bit about everything. Although we didn't talk more about my depilation or anything like it, Carlos asked me if I was married, etc. He inquired quite a bit and although I didn't hint at it (mainly because sometimes I'm afraid to tell a man that I'm bisexual or that I like men), I think Carlos got the idea from my movements or some tone in our responses I'll eat it That day we agreed to finish with the logs on Thursday because the weekend was announced to be rainy and so they wouldn't get wet. The game, I decided to raise the stakes and looked for a short that fits me quite well (I have others that fit me mortally with my butt well marked but I didn't dare) and put on a muscular one, which although it's a man's, fits me short, not super short, but short and combined with that short, whoever sees it has to be very distracted not to notice that they have a putin in front of them.
I waited with the strategy of offering him mates to see if he'd say or notice something more.
When he arrived, the truth is that he checked me out from the start, but when I told him to take mates, he said: -better let's get started with the firewood because it's going to be very late and I have things to do.
I thought: -oh no, nothing's going to happen.
But after a while of moving firewood back and forth, I noticed that Carlos was checking me out every now and then.
And even believed (must have been my slut imagination) to see a carpita in Carlos' pants.
A couple of times he told me don't make an effort I'll move it myself (referring to a heavy log) and we talked about some things, like the storm that was coming, the heat, the economic situation, no work. Things like that, that made me think nothing was going to happen.
Things started to change when I lifted a log and when I turned around I twisted my ankle.
A little maricon scream came out of me and although it didn't hurt much, I exaggerated, sat down on the floor and grabbed my ankle.
-Oh! what happened? Are you okay?
-Si, my ankle is doubled...oh that pain (I started acting)
Carlos came over and knelt beside me but only looked at me and told me it seemed like nothing was wrong because he hadn't blown up (who knows what he meant)
Then I played a card, took off my sock and stockings and started massaging my toe and ankle.
There Carlos saw that I had painted toenails and half of him got stuck (but not too much), there was a moment of silence while I made myself look hurt and looked at my foot. I suppose it was the time it took him to decide.
-Let me help you, he said. And grabbed my ankle with both hands (he has big hands, although he's small, his hands are much bigger than mine)
-Does it hurt here? -he asked
-Ay, yes, it does. (even put)
bien vocecita de maricón) – Here and on the kneecap? he asked while starting to give me a kind of massage. – Yes, and here on the calf it seems like too – I said, because we make it complete like that hurts my whole leg up. 😛 – Here also then? – and touched my calf and then started going up with his hand Ah there, as I'd say a friend, everything went wrong. He kept going up and started rubbing my leg. – You have beautiful legs... – Carlos looked at me already hot. At that moment he stopped a bit and Carlos looked out the street and a little in all directions. – Maybe you should put some ice on it – he said and stopped touching me. I thought, either the thing stops or I'll get mad and take a risk. – Better let's stop for a bit, Carlos, I can't keep going like this. Do you want to have some mates? Or do you need to go? I'll pay for the day anyway – I said Carlos wasn't very decided, I suppose it was something about shame or fear of someone seeing. I don't know. But by that point I was sure he had gotten hot with my legs... – Okay – he said after a minute – I accept some mates and then I'll go because I have things to do. We went in and I forgot all about acting. He sat down and I went to put the kettle on. – It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? – No, your massages did me really well... I was at the table preparing the mate and noticed he had stopped a bit behind. Not very close but nearby. – This house is nice... – he said Ah there I applied the old reliable and backed off because I didn't have any notion of where I was, with the kettle and the mate and bumped into something – Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were behind... – No, it's okay... – he said and put his hands on my ankles I stayed quiet and stopped the kettle (total I was already played or something was happening or what...) But Carlos just stayed like that and grabbed my ass – You have a nice piece of ass... I didn't say anything back and pushed with my ass to his side. – Fa...terrible ass eh – and started rubbing it all over and grabbing my belt and She came with both hands up to the armpits.
I started moaning like a slut, it's true. I was already hotter than ten roasted pigeons.
So I let everything go and turned around.
Carlos grabbed my muscular one and pulled it out and gave me a pinch on the nipples that made me see stars from pain and heat at the same time.
Then he grabbed me by the neck with both hands and took me to him, and sucked a mouthful that split my mouth open. It was the first time in my life that a man had sucked me like that. He sent his tongue desperate.
I had a fever of crazy people and sent my hand to the package. First outside and then inside.
Carlos' cock was hard as a rock, it felt big to the touch but I couldn't quite figure out how it was.
Grabbed him and started lowering his pants and he let go and I bent down. Carlos has a short cock, but fat and pointed. The glans is like a triangle. And he has hanging balls, as if they are well separated from the cock below.
I started sucking it, first half slow, but after a while I was sucking it desperate, not deciding whether to lick his balls or suck his head and trunk.
But, I had prepared myself with my clean little ass, stopped for a minute and went to the bathroom to wash my Booty well. I was sitting on the bidet washing myself when Carlos came in, already naked and stopped in front of me with his hard cock. So while I was washing him, I sucked his cock.
-Stay calm, he said and grabbed my head and started pumping it in my mouth inside and out, inside and out, inside and out.
I started moaning and drooling without stopping, the drips of saliva were falling on my leg and floor.
At one point he asked me if I was done?
-I mmm did a gesture with his cock still in my mouth.
-Come here... stop...
I know what I did is an inconceivability. But it's true, he let me do it without a condom. It's bad and took an unnecessary risk, but at that moment I couldn't think, the only thing that I had it in my head that Carlos would blow me with that hard pipe
So I leaned back with my hands on the edge of the bathtub and let saliva drip onto my ass.
Carlos, I suppose he didn't think about the condom either, I don't know. He inserted himself slowly but firmly into me. When he reached a certain point, he pulled out so my ass could relax, let saliva drip, and then put it back in.
I was completely surrendered like a slut. Honestly, I stopped pushing back against him and pushed towards him instead. He pulled out again and then buried himself deep inside me. I let out a moan and my legs went limp.
He grabbed my waist and started pumping, slow at first but getting faster: in and out, in and out.
At first, I thought he was going to want it hard, but after a while that rhythm started making me come from the inside out. A feeling that, honestly, had never happened to me before.
Maybe because of the level of heat or time that made him not blow his load, or who knows.
But as Carlos went in and out, I started giving myself over to pleasure in a crazy way. There was a moment when I leaned my chest against the edge of the bathtub and hung my head inside and couldn't fall because Carlos had me anchored with his hands on my waist and wasn't stopping pumping.
At one point he pulled out and spat and then put it back in again, pumping away.
I don't know if it was 20 minutes or more of fucking, honestly I don't know, but at a certain moment I came, my pipe started dripping fluid and at a certain moment I started feeling that weird sensation like you're about to cum or pee. I don't know, it's not the same as when your pipe is hard, it must have something to do with how penetration stimulates your prostate.
-Ah, I'm coming...
-Yes? Are you finishing?
-Ah, Carlos changed the rhythm and instead of pulling out, he started giving me short, dry pumps, pum-pum-pum...
I started telling him like a porn movie Sisi, ah, sisi... now I remember and I laugh. Carlos kept going with the short pum-pums until I felt a sensation like a charley horse in my dick, which for my surprise was small with zero signs of wanting to even start standing up. Very small like the avatar picture I have.
And then something came over me like I was peeing, but it was semen and I let out a groan and a terrible orgasm. My legs gave way and Carlos grabbed me tighter and said:
-Now I...
And he started pumping harder and going in and out completely until I heard him growling like an animal. He squeezed my waist so hard I thought something was going to break.
Then I felt something inside my ass like when you get an enema. That sensation of having something that's going to be expelled.
Carlos kept at it for a while, and when he withdrew, I sat down on the toilet and the fart made me go prrrrr and cum came out through the bum for the first time in my life 😛 😛
Well, I hope you liked it
A kiss and until next time
All those who follow me or know me, know that since I separated from my previous wife, I decided to come out completely of the closet and accept myself as promiscuous, since it's what I should have been always.
Well, about two months ago, I rented a country house and moved to a zone with other country houses, to get away from the city, it has a pool and a big park (almost 10,000 meters), although I like to keep the park tidy, I decided to hire someone to help me a few weeks ago.
Before this anecdote, I'll tell you that my sex life wasn't going very well until recently, it's true that I had my sexual encounters with men, but I haven't found any medium-term stable relationship (I'm not looking for a partner), but let's say someone who visits me from time to time.
The thing is that about two weeks ago, almost by chance (I was looking for someone to help me with pruning and firewood) I found a sign at the greengrocer's saying pruning, lawn mowing, weeding and general work.
So I jotted down the phone number and sent a WhatsApp. Carlos answered and we agreed that he would come over the next day to see what needed doing.
By audio message, the guy seemed a bit raw or green to me, I didn't understand very well what had to be done and neither did he explain it well. I moved in recently to a nearby area to Alta Gracia.
Well, when I met Carlos, he didn't impress me much either, that afternoon was incredibly hot, and he came quite dirty, torn clothes, unkempt, etc. He's not an especially handsome man, although he's younger than me (he's 40 years old), this chubby guy with a lot of extra weight. Well, to be honest, handsome isn't...
The thing is that we agreed to meet twice a week (Tuesday and Saturday) to go pruning, cutting firewood and tidying up the whole park. It passed me by... cheap budget so I accepted one. I stayed that I was going to help him, but (I sent my mariconeada) I told him I couldn't make much strength. Well, the first three days didn't pass much. Although I started looking at it with other eyes mainly because I liked its strength and well: necessity has a heretic face. Last Tuesday we had agreed to pile some logs and branches under a shed that's there so they can dry well for winter, we worked several hours and he told me things like leave, don't make an effort or I'll help you there, etc. Then he noticed or got brave enough to ask me about my depilation, it was half rough and direct, but I automatically went into maricona mode. -Do you shave your legs? -Yes, I don't like having beautiful hair-I said -Ah, forgive me for asking. It caught my attention-he said (he sometimes called me you and sometimes usted) -It's okay-noting he said and the truth was already red between embarrassment and something hot -And do you shave there only? -No, I depilate my whole body. -Ah... While we were talking and moving logs Carlos was checking me out, or at least that seemed to me. That afternoon when we finished he offered me some mates and we chatted a bit about everything. Although we didn't talk more about my depilation or anything like it, Carlos asked me if I was married, etc. He inquired quite a bit and although I didn't hint at it (mainly because sometimes I'm afraid to tell a man that I'm bisexual or that I like men), I think Carlos got the idea from my movements or some tone in our responses I'll eat it That day we agreed to finish with the logs on Thursday because the weekend was announced to be rainy and so they wouldn't get wet. The game, I decided to raise the stakes and looked for a short that fits me quite well (I have others that fit me mortally with my butt well marked but I didn't dare) and put on a muscular one, which although it's a man's, fits me short, not super short, but short and combined with that short, whoever sees it has to be very distracted not to notice that they have a putin in front of them.
I waited with the strategy of offering him mates to see if he'd say or notice something more.
When he arrived, the truth is that he checked me out from the start, but when I told him to take mates, he said: -better let's get started with the firewood because it's going to be very late and I have things to do.
I thought: -oh no, nothing's going to happen.
But after a while of moving firewood back and forth, I noticed that Carlos was checking me out every now and then.
And even believed (must have been my slut imagination) to see a carpita in Carlos' pants.
A couple of times he told me don't make an effort I'll move it myself (referring to a heavy log) and we talked about some things, like the storm that was coming, the heat, the economic situation, no work. Things like that, that made me think nothing was going to happen.
Things started to change when I lifted a log and when I turned around I twisted my ankle.
A little maricon scream came out of me and although it didn't hurt much, I exaggerated, sat down on the floor and grabbed my ankle.
-Oh! what happened? Are you okay?
-Si, my ankle is doubled...oh that pain (I started acting)
Carlos came over and knelt beside me but only looked at me and told me it seemed like nothing was wrong because he hadn't blown up (who knows what he meant)
Then I played a card, took off my sock and stockings and started massaging my toe and ankle.
There Carlos saw that I had painted toenails and half of him got stuck (but not too much), there was a moment of silence while I made myself look hurt and looked at my foot. I suppose it was the time it took him to decide.
-Let me help you, he said. And grabbed my ankle with both hands (he has big hands, although he's small, his hands are much bigger than mine)
-Does it hurt here? -he asked
-Ay, yes, it does. (even put)
bien vocecita de maricón) – Here and on the kneecap? he asked while starting to give me a kind of massage. – Yes, and here on the calf it seems like too – I said, because we make it complete like that hurts my whole leg up. 😛 – Here also then? – and touched my calf and then started going up with his hand Ah there, as I'd say a friend, everything went wrong. He kept going up and started rubbing my leg. – You have beautiful legs... – Carlos looked at me already hot. At that moment he stopped a bit and Carlos looked out the street and a little in all directions. – Maybe you should put some ice on it – he said and stopped touching me. I thought, either the thing stops or I'll get mad and take a risk. – Better let's stop for a bit, Carlos, I can't keep going like this. Do you want to have some mates? Or do you need to go? I'll pay for the day anyway – I said Carlos wasn't very decided, I suppose it was something about shame or fear of someone seeing. I don't know. But by that point I was sure he had gotten hot with my legs... – Okay – he said after a minute – I accept some mates and then I'll go because I have things to do. We went in and I forgot all about acting. He sat down and I went to put the kettle on. – It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? – No, your massages did me really well... I was at the table preparing the mate and noticed he had stopped a bit behind. Not very close but nearby. – This house is nice... – he said Ah there I applied the old reliable and backed off because I didn't have any notion of where I was, with the kettle and the mate and bumped into something – Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were behind... – No, it's okay... – he said and put his hands on my ankles I stayed quiet and stopped the kettle (total I was already played or something was happening or what...) But Carlos just stayed like that and grabbed my ass – You have a nice piece of ass... I didn't say anything back and pushed with my ass to his side. – Fa...terrible ass eh – and started rubbing it all over and grabbing my belt and She came with both hands up to the armpits.
I started moaning like a slut, it's true. I was already hotter than ten roasted pigeons.
So I let everything go and turned around.
Carlos grabbed my muscular one and pulled it out and gave me a pinch on the nipples that made me see stars from pain and heat at the same time.
Then he grabbed me by the neck with both hands and took me to him, and sucked a mouthful that split my mouth open. It was the first time in my life that a man had sucked me like that. He sent his tongue desperate.
I had a fever of crazy people and sent my hand to the package. First outside and then inside.
Carlos' cock was hard as a rock, it felt big to the touch but I couldn't quite figure out how it was.
Grabbed him and started lowering his pants and he let go and I bent down. Carlos has a short cock, but fat and pointed. The glans is like a triangle. And he has hanging balls, as if they are well separated from the cock below.
I started sucking it, first half slow, but after a while I was sucking it desperate, not deciding whether to lick his balls or suck his head and trunk.
But, I had prepared myself with my clean little ass, stopped for a minute and went to the bathroom to wash my Booty well. I was sitting on the bidet washing myself when Carlos came in, already naked and stopped in front of me with his hard cock. So while I was washing him, I sucked his cock.
-Stay calm, he said and grabbed my head and started pumping it in my mouth inside and out, inside and out, inside and out.
I started moaning and drooling without stopping, the drips of saliva were falling on my leg and floor.
At one point he asked me if I was done?
-I mmm did a gesture with his cock still in my mouth.
-Come here... stop...
I know what I did is an inconceivability. But it's true, he let me do it without a condom. It's bad and took an unnecessary risk, but at that moment I couldn't think, the only thing that I had it in my head that Carlos would blow me with that hard pipe
So I leaned back with my hands on the edge of the bathtub and let saliva drip onto my ass.
Carlos, I suppose he didn't think about the condom either, I don't know. He inserted himself slowly but firmly into me. When he reached a certain point, he pulled out so my ass could relax, let saliva drip, and then put it back in.
I was completely surrendered like a slut. Honestly, I stopped pushing back against him and pushed towards him instead. He pulled out again and then buried himself deep inside me. I let out a moan and my legs went limp.
He grabbed my waist and started pumping, slow at first but getting faster: in and out, in and out.
At first, I thought he was going to want it hard, but after a while that rhythm started making me come from the inside out. A feeling that, honestly, had never happened to me before.
Maybe because of the level of heat or time that made him not blow his load, or who knows.
But as Carlos went in and out, I started giving myself over to pleasure in a crazy way. There was a moment when I leaned my chest against the edge of the bathtub and hung my head inside and couldn't fall because Carlos had me anchored with his hands on my waist and wasn't stopping pumping.
At one point he pulled out and spat and then put it back in again, pumping away.
I don't know if it was 20 minutes or more of fucking, honestly I don't know, but at a certain moment I came, my pipe started dripping fluid and at a certain moment I started feeling that weird sensation like you're about to cum or pee. I don't know, it's not the same as when your pipe is hard, it must have something to do with how penetration stimulates your prostate.
-Ah, I'm coming...
-Yes? Are you finishing?
-Ah, Carlos changed the rhythm and instead of pulling out, he started giving me short, dry pumps, pum-pum-pum...
I started telling him like a porn movie Sisi, ah, sisi... now I remember and I laugh. Carlos kept going with the short pum-pums until I felt a sensation like a charley horse in my dick, which for my surprise was small with zero signs of wanting to even start standing up. Very small like the avatar picture I have.
And then something came over me like I was peeing, but it was semen and I let out a groan and a terrible orgasm. My legs gave way and Carlos grabbed me tighter and said:
-Now I...
And he started pumping harder and going in and out completely until I heard him growling like an animal. He squeezed my waist so hard I thought something was going to break.
Then I felt something inside my ass like when you get an enema. That sensation of having something that's going to be expelled.
Carlos kept at it for a while, and when he withdrew, I sat down on the toilet and the fart made me go prrrrr and cum came out through the bum for the first time in my life 😛 😛
Well, I hope you liked it
A kiss and until next time
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