After almost two years, I went back to the sauna that's in La Plata city to see what was up. I read a note on the internet saying they had renovated it and couldn't help but check it out for myself. I think it's a 3 out of 5 porongas (my score) with a maximum of 5 clear.
The story happened yesterday around 11 am, when I got so hot seeing all the babes and booties on the web, plus my posts were getting pretty popular, and since I don't like to jerk off, added to having read about the renovation, I said why not.
We arrived around 4 pm, unfortunately the guy who was attending wasn't there anymore, and yes... as soon as we got in, we saw that some changes had been made but not all of them were favorable to my taste. I'm speaking in plural because I'm married, but sometimes we have permission to share some things.
My idea apart from getting off, was also to give myself a treat, the first one being a good massage, a nice splash in the jacuzzi and taking advantage of the wet and dry saunas for a matter of bodily well-being. There were two masseuses I didn't know, so I asked the guy who was attending if he recommended one, but he didn't commit saying both were good, I asked which one was available first and he said tal would be free at 16:30 hours, I took that turn and went to the smoking area to smoke a cigarette.
I was just sitting there alone when this guy around 45 years old, thin, hairy, shaved, green-eyed (I saw them later) came in and sat down on one of the stools, I was sitting on a two-seater sofa. A failure, there wasn't an ashtray in the smoking area, and since I'm half a bastard, I didn't go looking for one.
Back to what was happening, both of us had this kind of loincloth and a finite cloth butt, they're quite short, so the head of the choto or poronga always sticks out if we have something long. Since I wasn't at peace, I made sure my tool looked good and started touching myself, it had an almost instant effect, except that neither of us... lifted to touch myself. Then after a few minutes, I got up with the intention of going to know the facilities, but as I passed by the skinny guy's side, I grabbed his cock, this one, neither lazy nor slow, caught on mine, we were there for a while and I told him to go to the reserved areas, he gave me the okay and off we went.
On the way, I ran into my spouse telling him that I'm going to finish what I started in the smoking room. We're going to one of the rooms, which had changed a bit only, now the ceiling doesn't allow you to see from above, there's no light, just the one coming in from outside and a warmth from the pussy of the hen.
As soon as we get in and take off our pants, we start to fraternize, very sexual boy (xxx1) let's call him that. He sucked me from the tip of my foot to my ears, my ass, my balls, his cock, everything.
I didn't stay behind, except for the difference that my asshole has a lot to envy those who practice it because I like it so much, but so much that I made a cult out of it. Those who have had this experience with me can say it, it's not very modest to tell, but it's the truth. I was at my best (me sucking his ass and cock from behind) when I feel a familiar voice warning me that the masseur is waiting.
I warn the skinny guy and he tells me everything is fine but that he'll stay and wait for me to finish what we started. I go see the masseur and it was very pleasant the surprise I got, to see how to describe it.
He's only 1.70 meters tall, very well built, no excessive muscle, round ass, short dark hair and a face and eyes worthy of a doll. He wore a tight red short, socks, and nothing else.
Once in the massage room, he asks if I want something in particular, to which I respond that I'm interested in legs, back, and then general. As always, I start on my stomach, the only thing I could see were his feet through the hole in the table, very pretty indeed. He started very light but then increased without exerting much pressure was noticeable as he did his job very well, then after thirty minutes he asked me to get on my back and continued. All the more than good, until one of his arms grabbed mine, put his hand on my biceps and started massaging it from the shoulder to the hand, it was really tempting to raise my hand a bit, but I kept very serious and professional trying not to think too much so as not to lose control completely. When he reached my hand, it wasn't a massage, it was like a kind of caress that really made me shiver. When it was his turn for the other arm and he did exactly the same thing, without wanting I touched his bulge. (I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IT) The thing is that I went further and he himself guided my hand to touch it better. How always I say that I'm extremely outgoing and without any shame, I grabbed him by the waist of his shorts and immediately took it off. Then I grabbed his cock which was like a rock without speaking for a good while. Later very subtly he says: Do you want us to fix something? As I'm a son of a slut, I ask what would be fixing something... It was more than evident that the skinny guy apart from massages has his other business, and in fact I congratulate him because it's very good. Not that I have a huge cock or anything like that, but he exudes sex, is nice, handsome, has all the merchandise exposed in his storefront. I asked how much he charged and what it consisted of and he said: $300 for everything you want and if not for something less you could be a blow job and those nonsense; I who am not stingy or anything like that, don't usually pay for sex, except that one time when I prostituted a skinny guy nothing to do with this. He told me, look: Since I already know who you are and what you do, let's leave it for next time because I'm not carrying too much cash in my wallet, but he looked dry and made me better offers each time. I felt sorry and at the same time morbid, paying to have him do what I wanted and doing him what I pleased without complaining so I settled. On the edge of the massage table, I laid him down and made him lift his legs, that ass, please, I spent it, just like the long eggs and rocky cock too. How I managed to get away with less than half, I was only jacking off. It was still interesting to me to suck everything, so I spent my dividends on that investment. Finally, he asked if I wanted the cum, which of course I said yes, he asked where and I told him let's see. There, lying directly on the massage table, I gave him a deep throat (another one of my specialties even with huge nipples) and he says he's done. I say go ahead. I felt the bubbles of guasca in the bottom of my throat and the beats of his cock from the heat. Generally, I spit out the cum, but this time without thinking I swallowed it all to finally leave him very clean. It's very nice to despise that delicacy. I didn't finish. Why? Because I remembered they were waiting for me and free outside. That will be for next time. As I always say and count, my stories are all real. I hope you enjoyed it. SmegmaSeeker.
The story happened yesterday around 11 am, when I got so hot seeing all the babes and booties on the web, plus my posts were getting pretty popular, and since I don't like to jerk off, added to having read about the renovation, I said why not.
We arrived around 4 pm, unfortunately the guy who was attending wasn't there anymore, and yes... as soon as we got in, we saw that some changes had been made but not all of them were favorable to my taste. I'm speaking in plural because I'm married, but sometimes we have permission to share some things.
My idea apart from getting off, was also to give myself a treat, the first one being a good massage, a nice splash in the jacuzzi and taking advantage of the wet and dry saunas for a matter of bodily well-being. There were two masseuses I didn't know, so I asked the guy who was attending if he recommended one, but he didn't commit saying both were good, I asked which one was available first and he said tal would be free at 16:30 hours, I took that turn and went to the smoking area to smoke a cigarette.
I was just sitting there alone when this guy around 45 years old, thin, hairy, shaved, green-eyed (I saw them later) came in and sat down on one of the stools, I was sitting on a two-seater sofa. A failure, there wasn't an ashtray in the smoking area, and since I'm half a bastard, I didn't go looking for one.
Back to what was happening, both of us had this kind of loincloth and a finite cloth butt, they're quite short, so the head of the choto or poronga always sticks out if we have something long. Since I wasn't at peace, I made sure my tool looked good and started touching myself, it had an almost instant effect, except that neither of us... lifted to touch myself. Then after a few minutes, I got up with the intention of going to know the facilities, but as I passed by the skinny guy's side, I grabbed his cock, this one, neither lazy nor slow, caught on mine, we were there for a while and I told him to go to the reserved areas, he gave me the okay and off we went.
On the way, I ran into my spouse telling him that I'm going to finish what I started in the smoking room. We're going to one of the rooms, which had changed a bit only, now the ceiling doesn't allow you to see from above, there's no light, just the one coming in from outside and a warmth from the pussy of the hen.
As soon as we get in and take off our pants, we start to fraternize, very sexual boy (xxx1) let's call him that. He sucked me from the tip of my foot to my ears, my ass, my balls, his cock, everything.
I didn't stay behind, except for the difference that my asshole has a lot to envy those who practice it because I like it so much, but so much that I made a cult out of it. Those who have had this experience with me can say it, it's not very modest to tell, but it's the truth. I was at my best (me sucking his ass and cock from behind) when I feel a familiar voice warning me that the masseur is waiting.
I warn the skinny guy and he tells me everything is fine but that he'll stay and wait for me to finish what we started. I go see the masseur and it was very pleasant the surprise I got, to see how to describe it.
He's only 1.70 meters tall, very well built, no excessive muscle, round ass, short dark hair and a face and eyes worthy of a doll. He wore a tight red short, socks, and nothing else.
Once in the massage room, he asks if I want something in particular, to which I respond that I'm interested in legs, back, and then general. As always, I start on my stomach, the only thing I could see were his feet through the hole in the table, very pretty indeed. He started very light but then increased without exerting much pressure was noticeable as he did his job very well, then after thirty minutes he asked me to get on my back and continued. All the more than good, until one of his arms grabbed mine, put his hand on my biceps and started massaging it from the shoulder to the hand, it was really tempting to raise my hand a bit, but I kept very serious and professional trying not to think too much so as not to lose control completely. When he reached my hand, it wasn't a massage, it was like a kind of caress that really made me shiver. When it was his turn for the other arm and he did exactly the same thing, without wanting I touched his bulge. (I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IT) The thing is that I went further and he himself guided my hand to touch it better. How always I say that I'm extremely outgoing and without any shame, I grabbed him by the waist of his shorts and immediately took it off. Then I grabbed his cock which was like a rock without speaking for a good while. Later very subtly he says: Do you want us to fix something? As I'm a son of a slut, I ask what would be fixing something... It was more than evident that the skinny guy apart from massages has his other business, and in fact I congratulate him because it's very good. Not that I have a huge cock or anything like that, but he exudes sex, is nice, handsome, has all the merchandise exposed in his storefront. I asked how much he charged and what it consisted of and he said: $300 for everything you want and if not for something less you could be a blow job and those nonsense; I who am not stingy or anything like that, don't usually pay for sex, except that one time when I prostituted a skinny guy nothing to do with this. He told me, look: Since I already know who you are and what you do, let's leave it for next time because I'm not carrying too much cash in my wallet, but he looked dry and made me better offers each time. I felt sorry and at the same time morbid, paying to have him do what I wanted and doing him what I pleased without complaining so I settled. On the edge of the massage table, I laid him down and made him lift his legs, that ass, please, I spent it, just like the long eggs and rocky cock too. How I managed to get away with less than half, I was only jacking off. It was still interesting to me to suck everything, so I spent my dividends on that investment. Finally, he asked if I wanted the cum, which of course I said yes, he asked where and I told him let's see. There, lying directly on the massage table, I gave him a deep throat (another one of my specialties even with huge nipples) and he says he's done. I say go ahead. I felt the bubbles of guasca in the bottom of my throat and the beats of his cock from the heat. Generally, I spit out the cum, but this time without thinking I swallowed it all to finally leave him very clean. It's very nice to despise that delicacy. I didn't finish. Why? Because I remembered they were waiting for me and free outside. That will be for next time. As I always say and count, my stories are all real. I hope you enjoyed it. SmegmaSeeker.
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