It's all mine.

It had become a compulsive habit. I liked being possessed by other men too much, especially those I had spied on so well that I knew their cocks perfectly.


I had seen them cumming, I loved their cock, I knew exactly where that luxurious fiber of twisting pleasure was.


My uncles El Payo, Fatiga, El Perro and Cachito, 'Edito', the son of the Paraguayan woman next door were the target of my long rat spying on their intimacy; picking up... Others getting undressed, when not, bathing.




They had no idea about my slightest idea of my surveillance. I had felt traversed by their orgasms and exhausted more than once; I wanted to experiment with those who needed dedication and time; I felt capable of wrapping up all those penises like 'taming' a stallion, enduring until the falls and rebounds...


I, what I had seen those huge and juicy heads sinking between the folds of those inflamed slits was the time to test the mettle of those guys in person.



More than once I had twisted with pleasure, motivated by the idea of feeling the cock of those adults with their heads hot in the mouth of my stomach... The whores that my uncles would pick up would arch in the air when the hairy balls making contact, rubbed against the base of the trunk the inflamed lips of the vulva choked with living flesh! You would have had to be there! They should have witnessed it live and direct, and strategically hidden, the greatest, most intense, and luxurious wonder of those beautiful whores decapitating themselves while rubbing, seeking the center of the wet slit to slide down to the middle of the trunk and come back out as the women got used to the thickness of that rabid rod.

It was beautiful, it was extraordinary, it was intense being initiated by those rough men