Hello boys, this is my first post and I'd like to share a story I found somewhere and I liked 😃
Fix it and I'll fix it (Part I)
I imagine what I'm about to tell you is one of the most recurring fantasies that exist... Maybe I made a boy fulfill his dream, or at least have something to tell his friends for months. It doesn't bother me, actually, it even excites me that it's like that.
It happened that after failing for weeks, the computer finally stopped turning on. My only means of finding someone to repair it, ironically, was the PC itself, so I was without a clue as to where to find a technician... When I thought about the word technician, an idea came to my head that some card must be mine, so I searched in my wallet: indeed, I had several.
I wasn't surprised, I don't usually receive cards on the street or even grab them from displays; however, I get many at parties when I meet people. Sometimes instead of asking for my phone number or giving me one, they give me a little card to remember them and call them. This would be the first time I'd call one.
I dialed the phone number on the chosen card and a woman answered who soon passed me over to her son. I told him about the technological inconvenience and he agreed to come that same day.
Two hours later, I was ringing the doorbell. I let him in and he came up to my room where I have the computer. He entered and started checking it out, trying to turn it on.
Since the screen was black, I had no choice but to look at his face (plus, according to his expression, it gave me a clue about how bad he saw it). After observing him for a few seconds, I found him familiar and started connecting dots: clearly, I must have given him the card at some party or casual encounter somewhere. Never would I have guessed when or where... much less why NOT anything had happened, because the boy was quite good: serious look, experienced. Thick eyebrows. Dark-haired, fine-featured, very good-looking porte. Apart from that, and quite capable, the most striking one didn't even give me the time of day. Total indifference, focused on his work, I didn't see him look at me once (which is completely rare for me).
He started telling me what could be the problem, and how lucky it was that he had brought the spare parts he had suspected would be needed. I told him to go ahead, so he started disassembling the PC.
I offered him something to drink, and he accepted. I brought him a bit of soda and he finished it off in one gulp.
It was cold outside, but I had the heating on. The repairman, Alejandro, seemed dead from heat, but didn't take off his sweater because possibly he hadn't worn anything underneath. I, on the other hand, had on a short white shirt and a long-sleeved shirt that I wore as pajamas: if I'm going to pay for a service, I don't have to dress up!
I started obsessing over him not looking at me, and wanted to get his attention by getting close, asking him things about the machine, about the heat, about himself... He answered briefly but amiably. Finally, I worked up the courage to ask if he didn't want to take off his sweater, that it didn't matter if he wasn't wearing anything underneath, but he seemed to be having a lot of trouble with the heat. He looked at me for a moment and, still holding the screwdriver, took off his jacket. He wasn't naked, just wearing a cotton muscle shirt well fitted. He had a better physique than I thought.
Alejandro started giving me some advice on how not to end up in the same situation again, but without paying attention, I told him as I walked by that if it broke again, I could call him back. I wanted to be subtle, but it never works out for me! He stopped doing everything and sat down next to me, looking at me while I took a glass of juice: What? I asked, but he didn't answer. He stood up and unbuckled his belt. I said nothing. He went back to work. And what was that? I questioned again, and nothing... He got up and sat down next to me. After looking at each other for a long time, he said The PC is ready. If you want to call me tomorrow... You don't need it to break. – Do you have a condom? I said and pulled out a box of three from his portfolio.
From my knees, I left the juice on the floor and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I pulled out my tongue and moved the tip, calling him. I closed my eyes. Finally, just when my throat was drying up, I started to feel a warmth approaching and soon the tip of my tongue touched a piece of hard and hot flesh that began to slide slowly, every centimeter leaving me feeling the rough texture of the skin... in that sliding my tongue rubbed against the roughness of a hard trunk that penetrated almost to the throat and started coming out again, slowly also, this time with less friction, almost slipping into my mouth. I adjusted my lips to the diameter, didn't have to close my mouth much, it felt big and stiff. It started moving faster back and forth, penetrating my mouth, and each time I felt more heat in the friction.
At one point it stopped moving in my mouth, possibly because it was about to come. I ran my tongue over it without opening my lips or putting a hand on it: I felt the venous surface, and I felt it pulsing with force. I brought my tongue back and could reach the tip; there I discovered that it had been about to cum, because I tasted the semen.
I hadn't realized it, but my mouth was full of saliva, and a lot spilled over the edges of my lips, dripping down between my still-clothed breasts.
Alejandro pulled it out of my mouth, I swallowed saliva (and everything inside) and looked at my shirt: totally soaked. As I unbuttoned it, I looked at his penis and it was big, only not as big as I had felt it. I liked what I saw, it was one of those penises with a prominent and rounded glans. Almost curved upwards and the trunk was thinner at the base and got bigger towards the tip. If he knew how to handle it, he could make me come all week.
He had unbuttoned my shirt from bottom to top, leaving the two buttons that covered my breasts buttoned up. I didn't take off my bra either. Without asking him, I approached his member with my tits and he immediately understood the idea and grabbed them by the base to secure them. I made him penetrate me between my breasts, dressed as I was. From below to above, the penis slid in, disappearing when it went down and appearing at the top when it came up. I love seeing how the girls get lost among my tits... and the more they become wet again, the better. I spat on her a lot of times. My shirt and breasts were soaked with my saliva, and the penis that appeared every now and then got soaked and disappeared, lubricating all the groove it marked, and each time the rubbing was stronger, more frenzied, more humid, and the friction between the skins increased the temperature, it seemed like we were going to set ourselves on fire. I asked him to turn over, so I lay down in bed and offered him my cleavage again, and this time he penetrated me from above to below, leaving his balls at the mercy of my tongue. Again, the party started between my breasts, and I kept spitting, and now he was spitting on the other side too. Every time the balls passed by my face, I would lick them or try to suck them in. Little by little, he started putting his head between my legs and eating me out. That tongue was so excited, and with my vagina completely inside her mouth, she was licking me from one side to the other, without leaving any place unlicked. She also launched some saliva drops that slid smoothly until they touched my anus and kept going. I told him to use his fingers, and he listened: it seemed like he had keyboard skills because the Booty he made with those fingers was incredible. Once more we turned over, and he was below. I rested my Booty on his face and without saying anything, he played with his tongue until I asked him to. I bent down in a 69 and grabbed her with both hands, swallowing her as far as I could. Bent down, the only thing Alejandro could suck was the clitorises.
One and the other, I choked on his cock. I coughed and spat, but kept trying, leaving saliva strings everywhere. I started to feel the taste of semen, but was waiting for more signs. Without saying a word, not even a little whimper, he started pumping away while he had me inside. I started receiving the cum delightedly, trying to get it all over my face and at the same time all over my tongue, licking it from side to side like slapping it. With the first shots, it covered my cheeks, lips, and with my tongue, I spread it everywhere. The last shots I received more gently, carrying the last drops towards my mouth... one and the other… Now the base of his member was covered in white, and so was my face. I turned to face Alejandro so he could see what I had in my mouth, showing him my tongue, grabbed a strand of semen with my fingers. With the other hand, I undid my shirt that still covered me and left one nipple exposed… then I took my fingers there and painted them with cum.
Alejandro fell asleep... and the next day... more sex!
I hope you all enjoyed it, I liked telling this story and wanted to share it with all of you, greetings ....
Atte: lokotlv
And if you like it and want the second part, comment and help with the points...
Follow me if you want 😃 🙎♂️
Fix it and I'll fix it (Part I)
I imagine what I'm about to tell you is one of the most recurring fantasies that exist... Maybe I made a boy fulfill his dream, or at least have something to tell his friends for months. It doesn't bother me, actually, it even excites me that it's like that.
It happened that after failing for weeks, the computer finally stopped turning on. My only means of finding someone to repair it, ironically, was the PC itself, so I was without a clue as to where to find a technician... When I thought about the word technician, an idea came to my head that some card must be mine, so I searched in my wallet: indeed, I had several.
I wasn't surprised, I don't usually receive cards on the street or even grab them from displays; however, I get many at parties when I meet people. Sometimes instead of asking for my phone number or giving me one, they give me a little card to remember them and call them. This would be the first time I'd call one.
I dialed the phone number on the chosen card and a woman answered who soon passed me over to her son. I told him about the technological inconvenience and he agreed to come that same day.
Two hours later, I was ringing the doorbell. I let him in and he came up to my room where I have the computer. He entered and started checking it out, trying to turn it on.
Since the screen was black, I had no choice but to look at his face (plus, according to his expression, it gave me a clue about how bad he saw it). After observing him for a few seconds, I found him familiar and started connecting dots: clearly, I must have given him the card at some party or casual encounter somewhere. Never would I have guessed when or where... much less why NOT anything had happened, because the boy was quite good: serious look, experienced. Thick eyebrows. Dark-haired, fine-featured, very good-looking porte. Apart from that, and quite capable, the most striking one didn't even give me the time of day. Total indifference, focused on his work, I didn't see him look at me once (which is completely rare for me).
He started telling me what could be the problem, and how lucky it was that he had brought the spare parts he had suspected would be needed. I told him to go ahead, so he started disassembling the PC.
I offered him something to drink, and he accepted. I brought him a bit of soda and he finished it off in one gulp.
It was cold outside, but I had the heating on. The repairman, Alejandro, seemed dead from heat, but didn't take off his sweater because possibly he hadn't worn anything underneath. I, on the other hand, had on a short white shirt and a long-sleeved shirt that I wore as pajamas: if I'm going to pay for a service, I don't have to dress up!
I started obsessing over him not looking at me, and wanted to get his attention by getting close, asking him things about the machine, about the heat, about himself... He answered briefly but amiably. Finally, I worked up the courage to ask if he didn't want to take off his sweater, that it didn't matter if he wasn't wearing anything underneath, but he seemed to be having a lot of trouble with the heat. He looked at me for a moment and, still holding the screwdriver, took off his jacket. He wasn't naked, just wearing a cotton muscle shirt well fitted. He had a better physique than I thought.
Alejandro started giving me some advice on how not to end up in the same situation again, but without paying attention, I told him as I walked by that if it broke again, I could call him back. I wanted to be subtle, but it never works out for me! He stopped doing everything and sat down next to me, looking at me while I took a glass of juice: What? I asked, but he didn't answer. He stood up and unbuckled his belt. I said nothing. He went back to work. And what was that? I questioned again, and nothing... He got up and sat down next to me. After looking at each other for a long time, he said The PC is ready. If you want to call me tomorrow... You don't need it to break. – Do you have a condom? I said and pulled out a box of three from his portfolio.
From my knees, I left the juice on the floor and opened my mouth as wide as I could. I pulled out my tongue and moved the tip, calling him. I closed my eyes. Finally, just when my throat was drying up, I started to feel a warmth approaching and soon the tip of my tongue touched a piece of hard and hot flesh that began to slide slowly, every centimeter leaving me feeling the rough texture of the skin... in that sliding my tongue rubbed against the roughness of a hard trunk that penetrated almost to the throat and started coming out again, slowly also, this time with less friction, almost slipping into my mouth. I adjusted my lips to the diameter, didn't have to close my mouth much, it felt big and stiff. It started moving faster back and forth, penetrating my mouth, and each time I felt more heat in the friction.
At one point it stopped moving in my mouth, possibly because it was about to come. I ran my tongue over it without opening my lips or putting a hand on it: I felt the venous surface, and I felt it pulsing with force. I brought my tongue back and could reach the tip; there I discovered that it had been about to cum, because I tasted the semen.
I hadn't realized it, but my mouth was full of saliva, and a lot spilled over the edges of my lips, dripping down between my still-clothed breasts.
Alejandro pulled it out of my mouth, I swallowed saliva (and everything inside) and looked at my shirt: totally soaked. As I unbuttoned it, I looked at his penis and it was big, only not as big as I had felt it. I liked what I saw, it was one of those penises with a prominent and rounded glans. Almost curved upwards and the trunk was thinner at the base and got bigger towards the tip. If he knew how to handle it, he could make me come all week.
He had unbuttoned my shirt from bottom to top, leaving the two buttons that covered my breasts buttoned up. I didn't take off my bra either. Without asking him, I approached his member with my tits and he immediately understood the idea and grabbed them by the base to secure them. I made him penetrate me between my breasts, dressed as I was. From below to above, the penis slid in, disappearing when it went down and appearing at the top when it came up. I love seeing how the girls get lost among my tits... and the more they become wet again, the better. I spat on her a lot of times. My shirt and breasts were soaked with my saliva, and the penis that appeared every now and then got soaked and disappeared, lubricating all the groove it marked, and each time the rubbing was stronger, more frenzied, more humid, and the friction between the skins increased the temperature, it seemed like we were going to set ourselves on fire. I asked him to turn over, so I lay down in bed and offered him my cleavage again, and this time he penetrated me from above to below, leaving his balls at the mercy of my tongue. Again, the party started between my breasts, and I kept spitting, and now he was spitting on the other side too. Every time the balls passed by my face, I would lick them or try to suck them in. Little by little, he started putting his head between my legs and eating me out. That tongue was so excited, and with my vagina completely inside her mouth, she was licking me from one side to the other, without leaving any place unlicked. She also launched some saliva drops that slid smoothly until they touched my anus and kept going. I told him to use his fingers, and he listened: it seemed like he had keyboard skills because the Booty he made with those fingers was incredible. Once more we turned over, and he was below. I rested my Booty on his face and without saying anything, he played with his tongue until I asked him to. I bent down in a 69 and grabbed her with both hands, swallowing her as far as I could. Bent down, the only thing Alejandro could suck was the clitorises.
One and the other, I choked on his cock. I coughed and spat, but kept trying, leaving saliva strings everywhere. I started to feel the taste of semen, but was waiting for more signs. Without saying a word, not even a little whimper, he started pumping away while he had me inside. I started receiving the cum delightedly, trying to get it all over my face and at the same time all over my tongue, licking it from side to side like slapping it. With the first shots, it covered my cheeks, lips, and with my tongue, I spread it everywhere. The last shots I received more gently, carrying the last drops towards my mouth... one and the other… Now the base of his member was covered in white, and so was my face. I turned to face Alejandro so he could see what I had in my mouth, showing him my tongue, grabbed a strand of semen with my fingers. With the other hand, I undid my shirt that still covered me and left one nipple exposed… then I took my fingers there and painted them with cum.
Alejandro fell asleep... and the next day... more sex!
I hope you all enjoyed it, I liked telling this story and wanted to share it with all of you, greetings ....
Atte: lokotlv
And if you like it and want the second part, comment and help with the points...
Follow me if you want 😃 🙎♂️
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