O que vou lhes contar começou a acontecer há pouco mais de um mês e não parou desde então. Eu trabalho como cuidador em uma internação domiciliaria, basicamente dando os cuidados básicos a um paciente. É uma família típica de Rawson, nada especial, família de trabalhadores, mãe, pai e três filhos. Já faz três anos que trabalho lá e desde o primeiro dia que comecei a trabalhar, sempre me senti atraído pelo pai do meu paciente. Não é que tenha um corpo super, nem nada parecido, mas se tem uma atitude muito masculina e dominante que me aqueceu desde o primeiro momento em que o vi.
Vinha notando desde bastante tempo que ele sempre me mirava a bunda, especialmente porque com o calção que uso se marca muito, além de ser bastante culon. Essas miradas muitas vezes eram bastante incómodas. Por momentos sentia que me penetrava com a mirada, era questão de tempo para que um dos dois desse o primeiro passo.
Assim foi como um dia as circunstâncias se deram perfeitamente para isso acontecer. Ele havia tido um acidente laboral e se fizera um corte na mão, por isso precisava que lhe realizassem curações todos os dias. Foi um desses dias em que lhe estava fazendo as curações que me dei conta de que enquanto eu o curava, ele não parava de me mirar a bunda e enquanto me mirava se mordia os lábios. Eu já levava tempo sem pegar e sentia uma grande necessidade de alguém me metrala. Assim decidi arriscar-me e lhe comecei a dizer coisas, lhe disse que gostava das suas mãos que pareciam muito masculinas, muito fortes. Notou algo nervoso, meio descolocado pela situação, que segundo ele contou mais tarde, era a primeira vez que lhe passava. Muito timidamente me disse obrigado pelos elogios. Eu, obviamente com muita mais experiência que ele, lhe disse que não havia problema, lhe comentei que o notava estressado, que por isso não podia trabalhar por esse problema de saúde, ultimamente o via preocupado, talvez precisasse... relaxing. I proposed giving him a massage. Once again, timidly, he said yes, that if I knew how to do it. Obviously, I didn't let the opportunity pass and told him yes, that I had no problem in giving him a massage on his back, wherever he needed it. We started in the same armchair in the dining room, where I had previously given him his treatments. Feeling that back in my hands, caressing it like that, took me to heaven in a second. I couldn't stop there. I told him that for it to be easier and have better results, it was better if he took off his shirt. And without waiting, he said no, it would be better if we did it in bed. The response was almost like a moan: yes!! We went to his room, he took off his shirt and lay down on his stomach; but before I asked him not to tell anyone about this, please. He told me there was no problem, that this stayed between us, that he had nothing to fear. I felt him more comfortable, more receptive, more committed to whatever happened. The fear he had was already just curiosity, and what awaited us was only pleasure. I ran my hands over every centimeter of his back, between massages, caresses, and kisses. He felt committed, almost mine. I asked him to turn over, that I wanted to continue with his chest. When he turned over, I noticed he had a large erection. I hadn't been wrong, it was quite big. I continued massaging his body, his neck, his chest, his armpits, his abdomen, I wouldn't deprive myself of kissing any part of his body. That smell, just remembering it makes me want to feel it again inside me. Already everything was set up, there was nothing left to clarify. But only for a question almost protocolary I asked if I could go further down. His response left no doubt: yes, please, suck it!! I started going down his pants slowly, kissing millimeter by millimeter. As I went down, I noticed he got harder and harder. Everything was ready to go all the way and finally suck it... when we heard the noise of the front door opening. It was his wife, she had regressado antes do tempo. Rapidamente saí do quarto, voltei com meu paciente e ele entrou no banheiro. Embora tenha sido frustrante para uma primeira vez, já estava tudo pronto para muitas vezes que nos encontramos mais tarde, e obviamente vou contar em outros relatos.
Vinha notando desde bastante tempo que ele sempre me mirava a bunda, especialmente porque com o calção que uso se marca muito, além de ser bastante culon. Essas miradas muitas vezes eram bastante incómodas. Por momentos sentia que me penetrava com a mirada, era questão de tempo para que um dos dois desse o primeiro passo.
Assim foi como um dia as circunstâncias se deram perfeitamente para isso acontecer. Ele havia tido um acidente laboral e se fizera um corte na mão, por isso precisava que lhe realizassem curações todos os dias. Foi um desses dias em que lhe estava fazendo as curações que me dei conta de que enquanto eu o curava, ele não parava de me mirar a bunda e enquanto me mirava se mordia os lábios. Eu já levava tempo sem pegar e sentia uma grande necessidade de alguém me metrala. Assim decidi arriscar-me e lhe comecei a dizer coisas, lhe disse que gostava das suas mãos que pareciam muito masculinas, muito fortes. Notou algo nervoso, meio descolocado pela situação, que segundo ele contou mais tarde, era a primeira vez que lhe passava. Muito timidamente me disse obrigado pelos elogios. Eu, obviamente com muita mais experiência que ele, lhe disse que não havia problema, lhe comentei que o notava estressado, que por isso não podia trabalhar por esse problema de saúde, ultimamente o via preocupado, talvez precisasse... relaxing. I proposed giving him a massage. Once again, timidly, he said yes, that if I knew how to do it. Obviously, I didn't let the opportunity pass and told him yes, that I had no problem in giving him a massage on his back, wherever he needed it. We started in the same armchair in the dining room, where I had previously given him his treatments. Feeling that back in my hands, caressing it like that, took me to heaven in a second. I couldn't stop there. I told him that for it to be easier and have better results, it was better if he took off his shirt. And without waiting, he said no, it would be better if we did it in bed. The response was almost like a moan: yes!! We went to his room, he took off his shirt and lay down on his stomach; but before I asked him not to tell anyone about this, please. He told me there was no problem, that this stayed between us, that he had nothing to fear. I felt him more comfortable, more receptive, more committed to whatever happened. The fear he had was already just curiosity, and what awaited us was only pleasure. I ran my hands over every centimeter of his back, between massages, caresses, and kisses. He felt committed, almost mine. I asked him to turn over, that I wanted to continue with his chest. When he turned over, I noticed he had a large erection. I hadn't been wrong, it was quite big. I continued massaging his body, his neck, his chest, his armpits, his abdomen, I wouldn't deprive myself of kissing any part of his body. That smell, just remembering it makes me want to feel it again inside me. Already everything was set up, there was nothing left to clarify. But only for a question almost protocolary I asked if I could go further down. His response left no doubt: yes, please, suck it!! I started going down his pants slowly, kissing millimeter by millimeter. As I went down, I noticed he got harder and harder. Everything was ready to go all the way and finally suck it... when we heard the noise of the front door opening. It was his wife, she had regressado antes do tempo. Rapidamente saí do quarto, voltei com meu paciente e ele entrou no banheiro. Embora tenha sido frustrante para uma primeira vez, já estava tudo pronto para muitas vezes que nos encontramos mais tarde, e obviamente vou contar em outros relatos.
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