Agachate y conocelo.

There was a time when I went out with Marcelo, the older brother of my friend. Obviously, without the knowledge of her, nor his wife, nor his babe. Everything started, once upon a time, after I stayed overnight at Tatiana's (the sister of the aforementioned) house after a nice party. He no longer lived there, but rather with his wife. But since they had fought, he went to my friend's parents' house (which were their parents') to rest for a bit. I had gone to sleep on a couch in the living room. I was wearing pajamas that left little to the imagination. When he arrived where I was, according to what he told me later, his thing got hard. Almost like a rock. He told me he started touching himself with his clothes still on at my feet. He was really turned on. Since I wasn't wearing underwear and was lying face down, my butt was sticking out. He got too hot. He tried not to bother me, but I remember that due to the noise caused by the same bed where I was, he ended up waking me up. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could see him faintly due to the little light there was. I tried to look better. Asked if it was him. When I finally came to, I could notice him with his erection. My reaction, of course, was one of surprise. But, as time passed, I calmed down. His instinct led him to approach a nearby armchair and cover himself with a pillow that it had, after seeing me so uncomfortable. I let him know that nothing was wrong. That I was flattered. That he should relax. I got up, went on my knees towards where he was sitting, took the pillow away from him, and left it there. When I uncovered him and discovered his situation, my eyes couldn't believe it. Not because of how extremely big (which it was, because that thing measured at least 20), but because it had been a while since I wanted something with him. Obviously, I didn't want him to eat me out, since... he was my friend's brother! Besides, he was really committed. Everything was wrong. His black athletic shorts with the River Plate symbol on the side were completely stretched out due to the I had it hard. I'm going to come. It seems he didn't have any underwear either (son of a slut, I thought!), leaving everything dark and obscure at the interperie. My mercy. I held his cock and started to suck him while we were kissing. Then I let a strand of saliva fall onto his glans. I brought my head closer and, like a butterfly on a flower, my tongue landed on his frenulum. Happiness was drawn on my face, because... finally we had given in to our instincts. We had finally taken off our masks. After sucking him like a pacifier, I proceeded to put it all in my mouth. All the way down. I felt he liked that more, because he looked more agitated, so... I repeated this procedure several times. I pulled it out from inside, so I could breathe, remembering my lips were stuck together with strings of saliva and semen. I lifted his cock, ate his testicles, they stretched. First one, then the other. I was masturbating him. We were in an orgasmic Nirvana. For all this, his semen was dripping between my lips until it reached my chin. It seemed like I was drinking milk from a bottle, with such thirst that it dripped on me. In a gesture of consideration, Marc, wiped off the head with his finger, which then proceeded to let me suck it. His finger was as fine and long as his friend below, so it wasn't hard for me to pretend it was his penis. I closed my eyes. After all this, I continued with the real thing. He grabbed me by the hairs on the side of my head, to have better control over my movements. Until... suddenly and without warning... like a weapon, his cock started spitting out three or four times a good dose of lactose that went straight into my throat in a violent manner. Not just on my palate, but also something on my tongue, lower teeth, and lips. I swallowed it all and showed him. At the moment when I stuck out my tongue to demonstrate, he gave me a slap there as if demanding that I keep going. Since I'm such a good boy, I obeyed. I orally removed all trace of

the girl who was left over. That man really got left over pleased. I wasn't tense anymore, I was totally relaxed. After all this, we give a tremendous high and, without stopping to look at each other in a playful way, I slide towards my bed. I lower my piyamita a little bit and show him the red thong I had on. He wouldn't stop making me the kitty and stopping his tiny ass. His response to everything was to get up, pretend he's going to step over mine, step on my bed and exclaim between smiles: JE, you should come sleep more often. He gives me the best butt that I got in my life and goes to sleep at his piece. Never left me so hot. To me. Until that day.