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TU PERRA
Todo empezó como un simple juego, a pesar de mis años, de mi familia, de mi esposa, de mis hijos, de ser ante todos un tipo heterosexual, en verdad, siempre había reprimido ese lado homosexual que un poco más, un poco menos, todos llevamos dentro.
Y con el pasar de los años, noté que mi vida sexual junto a mi mujer iba poco a poco en franca decadencia, un poco por costumbre, otro poco porque ya habíamos experimentado todo, otro poco porque ya nos conocíamos demasiado, y a pesar de ser muy feliz junto a ella, llegó el momento en que me faltaba algo.
Así empecé a escondidas a navegar por internet, me interesé en relatos, vivencias, fantasías, páginas, y descubrí en la en la web un mundo nuevo, gente que solo buscaba pasar un buen momento, excitarse, jugar, y algunos mas por que no, una charla via skype, y hasta algún encuentro real si se daba la situación.
Un día empecé a jugar por el chat, siempre buscando chicas, o alguna pareja dispuesta, pero siempre terminaba frustrado, muchas mentiras, perfiles falsos, y llegue a la conclusión de que en general, el mundo porno era una pasión de los hombres, había muy pocas mujeres interesadas, y si las había, era solo para cambiar palabras.
Así fue que poco a poco mi charlas se hacían con otros hombres, y hablábamos de mujeres, la mía, la suya, situaciones, juegos imaginarios y era solo pasar el rato donde muchas veces llegaba a profundas erecciones.
Por otro lado, a solas, fantaseaba mucho con vergas enormes, me excitaba ver videos, en especial cuando escupían mucho semen, eso hacía que no pudiera evitar una erección hasta llegar a la masturbación para calmar mi fuego interno. Las chicas transexuales eran mi perdición, pero siempre a escondidas, sin que nadie lo imaginara, y descubrí que prefería ver pornografía travesti a la tradicional de mujeres. Y las conchas me encantaban, pero las pijas representaban interrogantes sin resolver.
Así fue como un día le escribí a un tal Rogelio, aunque en ese momento no sabía su nombre, solo su nick, 'avenger' y por el único y real motivo que me animé a hacerlo fue por su avatar, una verga monstruosa que apenas entraba en cuadro, que asumí que sería bajada de la web, como dije, en esos sitios, todos mienten así que porqué debería ser el la excepción.
Empecé con un 'hola', y las palabras ya no se detendrían, solo hablábamos de nuestras esposas, cambiamos alguna que otras fotos, por cierto, todo muy de hombrecitos. Y recuerdo que fue el quien dió el primer paso, me escribió algo como 'que linda se ve tu verga' - en mi perfil también tenía una foto de mi sexo - a lo cual reí, y eso abrió las puertas a lo que seguiría entre nosotros. Fue mi oportunidad para preguntar por su avatar, realmente me daba curiosidad y de ser cierto, me doblaba en tamaño, no podía quitarle los ojos de encima, fui honesto, le dije que 'él si que tenía una verga hermosa' y poco a poco, nos encontramos hablando solo de pijas, y nos olvidamos de nuestras mujeres.
Passed the days, Rogelio and I wrote to each other a lot, and I felt like my cock was getting hard just from his words, his photos, because I asked him for daily photos of his beautiful cock, although he also asked for mine, and I started masturbating imagining things, and everything was adjusting slowly, little by little. He told me that his first sexual experience had been very young, with a boy older than him, and he had played active and passive roles. It was very exciting for me to read his words, I had never been with another boy.
It can be said that during those times a web friendship was born, we knew we would never cross paths in real life since we were in countries too far apart, we fantasized too much and it arrived at the moment when I was too eager for what Rogelio would write to me, sexually my wife had taken a backseat, and as things went on soon it became clear that he would take a dominant position, he would be my slut, as he said, and I would be his faithful pet, passive, willing to do whatever he wanted, and I got excited pleasing him, making him masturbate, and I needed someone who could give me instructions, it was like psychologically putting the weight of my unassumed homosexuality on his shoulders.
Rogelio knew that I shaved, my avatar photo proved it, but then he asked if I had shaved my booty, it gave me a laugh, I had never done it before but if it was his first order I should do it.
So one afternoon, under the shower, I started patiently shaving my bum, it was uncomfortable, a blind job guided only by touch, and it was so hot that at all times I had a hard cock like a rock.
I masturbated just imagining the situation, I couldn't help it.
Not long after, my first photos with my shaved bum traveled through the web to him, I clarify that we had an agreement of no faces or situations that could compromise us, both of us had family and we had to handle the topic with careful tact. I won some photos, that was my prize, if I had been a obedient slut he would have sent me pictures of his beautiful cock, just for me.
With Rogelio we used to put a lot of morbo into our conversations, they were hot, I liked imagining situations, especially I would have loved to suck his cock, it was a very recurrent fantasy, being able to savor it, even trying to put it deep in my throat, and something special that kept me awake at night, an image that always lingered in my head, was him squeezing it tight and finishing in my mouth, feeling the taste of his semen and making me swallow it, sometimes after masturbating I would drink my own cum thinking it was his.
Rogelio then told me he wanted to take things further, I was going to be his slut, and the game was exciting. He asked about my wife again, remembered some photos I had sent him before, and started bringing up topics like lingerie, women's clothing, and started hinting at seeing me dressed as a girl.
At this point my parallel life was still not intersecting with my adventure with Rogelio, my wife, my kids, my job, everything was just the same as always, but things were changing so fast I couldn't even keep up.
I needed to take some time to meditate and re-evaluate many things, what I wanted to do with my life, without a doubt what had started as an innocent game had turned into the driving force of my life, it was complicated to understand, but this situation was bringing out years of repression from within me.
I couldn't keep living that double life, a secret child and the head of the family on the other side, besides my wife didn't deserve it, she was too good and my conscience would bother me every time I did things behind her back.
Never gave him the real reasons, maybe she guessed them at some point, but I needed space, so we started a temporary separation that later became definitive. I rented a small apartment, quite cheap, third floor by stairs. The just and necessary. With my new role assumed and defined, only one thing was left ahead of me, pleasing Rogelio. I continued with my photos, videos, words, started to feel good about my body, lost a few pounds, the depilation became more profound and I accepted it as part of my life. Thus arrived the first thongless bras, the first red stockings, garters, bodysuits, and every garment that made me look feminine, the first high-heeled shoes, latex boots, and countless clothes that made me look suggestively slutty. Rogelio enjoyed all this, I was his slut, and his desires were the lighthouse in the dark sea of my secret perversions. Outside my apartment door, to everyone I was Mario, a simple, working type who didn't bother anyone. My web man raised the stakes, ordered me to go to a sex shop for some toys, and it was a request I had long desired, only I wouldn't do it unless it was by his direct order. It was very hot, there were cocks of all sizes and colors, and naturally I went for the largest.
Back in my body, I couldn't contain the excitement, I put on my clothes, lace stockings, garters, women's shoes, and only took my cell phone to immortalize the moment, lubricated one of the toys and started forcing my sphincter, thought I would die from pain, it was too thick, but my excitement thinking it was Rogelio's cock penetrating me could more, I put it all in and that pain soon turned into pleasure, I saw myself as a woman eating that huge toy, masturbating my hard cock until reaching an enormous orgasm, the cell phone image made me feel too provocative.
And that was my new life for a while, my web lover pushed me further and I was his slut only for him, I got excited seeing my dilated sphincter, sending him photos one after another, my passive side had bloomed and nothing would stop it, all that secret world had become a paradise of pleasure and day by day I gave him a personal show.
But not everything I did in my world necessarily passed through Rogelio's world. At some point, so many games started to become common, and I needed something more, the toy cocks were spectacular, but they weren't the best...
I decided one night, after searching a lot on the internet, I finally decided to go for luck to a gay bowling alley in my city. I dressed normally, with jeans and a shirt, like I said, in my neighborhood I was still Mario, a normal guy. Already inside the place everything changed, I think it was the first time in my life that I had found my place in the world, people who looked like me, some more daring ones giving more feminine profiles, and a stage on one side where several girls were dancing sensually who weren't really girls.
I talked to one, danced with another, until finally a boy invited me for a drink, and something led to something else until I went straight to the point...
I want to suck your cock...
Only said that, he looked at me and we went straight to the bathrooms, where we weren't the only ones doing crazy things. We went to... final of all, where we found a place, we got into the small enclosure, I sat on the toilet while he unbuckled his pants, finally I would have what I had always desired, somewhat desperate I searched for his sex and started to suck it, as I had always desired, as I had always imagined, with an erection contained between my legs only to savor it carefully, it was small, didn't cost me too much to swallow it completely, and my excitement grew more when I saw outside the place that a guy was watching us closely, masturbating a respectable penis, like waiting for his turn, getting excited at what he was seeing.
The boy's semen surprised me, a bitter and thick flavor invaded my mouth, and as I had imagined so many times, I swallowed it to the last drop, exquisite.
Then the dark-haired one who was waiting outside approached and said, taking my casual companion by the shoulder,
Do you mind? My turn...
I thought he would also suck it, but this guy had other intentions, made me stop, turned me around, and put my hands against the walls of the small place, felt him unbuttoning my belt and pulling down my pants, just enough to leave my bare buttocks exposed, I remember having a red asshole, barely moved it aside with a bit of desperation, spat on his cock, and only let him do it.
His hard sex searched for my hole and almost made center, buried me completely, and started giving it to me with force through the ass, oh yummy! The toys were good but this... ahh!!! paradise...
I remained motionless, moaning at each thrust, feeling his breathing on my neck, sharing perfect pleasure, I loved the way he did the ass...
Finally, only felt him coming, started complaining, bucking, and let it cum inside my bum...
Job done, while the stranger stored his cock, I adjusted myself as best I could, my tiny ass was all open and dripping with hot semen, put the thong back on, pulled up my jeans, and concluded that It was time to go back home, where I would finish masturbating with my toys, as I always did, remembering how explosive it had been... The days continued their course, and little by little things changed with Rogelio, I needed more from him, demanded his time, his presence, but he appeared less and less, stopped responding to my calls and no longer answered my photos, my videos. Even the pictures of his cock no longer interested me, which by the way he didn't send anymore and only ended the story between us, I had gambled everything for everything in these games, but for him it was just that, a game. Rogelio, unlike me, prioritized his family, his wife, his daughters, his job, his masculine side, all that I had left behind... What I miss about him is feeling like I've lost my compass, my north, I'm not the type to give myself many ideas and don't know what to do without a guy who gives me orders, makes me his slut, I haven't found anyone else to please in secret yet, maybe you, who are reading this, be the one... If you liked this story, you can write me with title YOUR slut at dulces.placeres@live.com
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Como siempre, podes escribirnos a dulces.placeres@live.com, te leemos
TU PERRA
Todo empezó como un simple juego, a pesar de mis años, de mi familia, de mi esposa, de mis hijos, de ser ante todos un tipo heterosexual, en verdad, siempre había reprimido ese lado homosexual que un poco más, un poco menos, todos llevamos dentro.
Y con el pasar de los años, noté que mi vida sexual junto a mi mujer iba poco a poco en franca decadencia, un poco por costumbre, otro poco porque ya habíamos experimentado todo, otro poco porque ya nos conocíamos demasiado, y a pesar de ser muy feliz junto a ella, llegó el momento en que me faltaba algo.
Así empecé a escondidas a navegar por internet, me interesé en relatos, vivencias, fantasías, páginas, y descubrí en la en la web un mundo nuevo, gente que solo buscaba pasar un buen momento, excitarse, jugar, y algunos mas por que no, una charla via skype, y hasta algún encuentro real si se daba la situación.
Un día empecé a jugar por el chat, siempre buscando chicas, o alguna pareja dispuesta, pero siempre terminaba frustrado, muchas mentiras, perfiles falsos, y llegue a la conclusión de que en general, el mundo porno era una pasión de los hombres, había muy pocas mujeres interesadas, y si las había, era solo para cambiar palabras.
Así fue que poco a poco mi charlas se hacían con otros hombres, y hablábamos de mujeres, la mía, la suya, situaciones, juegos imaginarios y era solo pasar el rato donde muchas veces llegaba a profundas erecciones.
Por otro lado, a solas, fantaseaba mucho con vergas enormes, me excitaba ver videos, en especial cuando escupían mucho semen, eso hacía que no pudiera evitar una erección hasta llegar a la masturbación para calmar mi fuego interno. Las chicas transexuales eran mi perdición, pero siempre a escondidas, sin que nadie lo imaginara, y descubrí que prefería ver pornografía travesti a la tradicional de mujeres. Y las conchas me encantaban, pero las pijas representaban interrogantes sin resolver.
Así fue como un día le escribí a un tal Rogelio, aunque en ese momento no sabía su nombre, solo su nick, 'avenger' y por el único y real motivo que me animé a hacerlo fue por su avatar, una verga monstruosa que apenas entraba en cuadro, que asumí que sería bajada de la web, como dije, en esos sitios, todos mienten así que porqué debería ser el la excepción.
Empecé con un 'hola', y las palabras ya no se detendrían, solo hablábamos de nuestras esposas, cambiamos alguna que otras fotos, por cierto, todo muy de hombrecitos. Y recuerdo que fue el quien dió el primer paso, me escribió algo como 'que linda se ve tu verga' - en mi perfil también tenía una foto de mi sexo - a lo cual reí, y eso abrió las puertas a lo que seguiría entre nosotros. Fue mi oportunidad para preguntar por su avatar, realmente me daba curiosidad y de ser cierto, me doblaba en tamaño, no podía quitarle los ojos de encima, fui honesto, le dije que 'él si que tenía una verga hermosa' y poco a poco, nos encontramos hablando solo de pijas, y nos olvidamos de nuestras mujeres.
Passed the days, Rogelio and I wrote to each other a lot, and I felt like my cock was getting hard just from his words, his photos, because I asked him for daily photos of his beautiful cock, although he also asked for mine, and I started masturbating imagining things, and everything was adjusting slowly, little by little. He told me that his first sexual experience had been very young, with a boy older than him, and he had played active and passive roles. It was very exciting for me to read his words, I had never been with another boy.It can be said that during those times a web friendship was born, we knew we would never cross paths in real life since we were in countries too far apart, we fantasized too much and it arrived at the moment when I was too eager for what Rogelio would write to me, sexually my wife had taken a backseat, and as things went on soon it became clear that he would take a dominant position, he would be my slut, as he said, and I would be his faithful pet, passive, willing to do whatever he wanted, and I got excited pleasing him, making him masturbate, and I needed someone who could give me instructions, it was like psychologically putting the weight of my unassumed homosexuality on his shoulders.
Rogelio knew that I shaved, my avatar photo proved it, but then he asked if I had shaved my booty, it gave me a laugh, I had never done it before but if it was his first order I should do it.
So one afternoon, under the shower, I started patiently shaving my bum, it was uncomfortable, a blind job guided only by touch, and it was so hot that at all times I had a hard cock like a rock.
I masturbated just imagining the situation, I couldn't help it.
Not long after, my first photos with my shaved bum traveled through the web to him, I clarify that we had an agreement of no faces or situations that could compromise us, both of us had family and we had to handle the topic with careful tact. I won some photos, that was my prize, if I had been a obedient slut he would have sent me pictures of his beautiful cock, just for me.
With Rogelio we used to put a lot of morbo into our conversations, they were hot, I liked imagining situations, especially I would have loved to suck his cock, it was a very recurrent fantasy, being able to savor it, even trying to put it deep in my throat, and something special that kept me awake at night, an image that always lingered in my head, was him squeezing it tight and finishing in my mouth, feeling the taste of his semen and making me swallow it, sometimes after masturbating I would drink my own cum thinking it was his.
Rogelio then told me he wanted to take things further, I was going to be his slut, and the game was exciting. He asked about my wife again, remembered some photos I had sent him before, and started bringing up topics like lingerie, women's clothing, and started hinting at seeing me dressed as a girl.
At this point my parallel life was still not intersecting with my adventure with Rogelio, my wife, my kids, my job, everything was just the same as always, but things were changing so fast I couldn't even keep up.
I needed to take some time to meditate and re-evaluate many things, what I wanted to do with my life, without a doubt what had started as an innocent game had turned into the driving force of my life, it was complicated to understand, but this situation was bringing out years of repression from within me.
I couldn't keep living that double life, a secret child and the head of the family on the other side, besides my wife didn't deserve it, she was too good and my conscience would bother me every time I did things behind her back.
Never gave him the real reasons, maybe she guessed them at some point, but I needed space, so we started a temporary separation that later became definitive. I rented a small apartment, quite cheap, third floor by stairs. The just and necessary. With my new role assumed and defined, only one thing was left ahead of me, pleasing Rogelio. I continued with my photos, videos, words, started to feel good about my body, lost a few pounds, the depilation became more profound and I accepted it as part of my life. Thus arrived the first thongless bras, the first red stockings, garters, bodysuits, and every garment that made me look feminine, the first high-heeled shoes, latex boots, and countless clothes that made me look suggestively slutty. Rogelio enjoyed all this, I was his slut, and his desires were the lighthouse in the dark sea of my secret perversions. Outside my apartment door, to everyone I was Mario, a simple, working type who didn't bother anyone. My web man raised the stakes, ordered me to go to a sex shop for some toys, and it was a request I had long desired, only I wouldn't do it unless it was by his direct order. It was very hot, there were cocks of all sizes and colors, and naturally I went for the largest.
Back in my body, I couldn't contain the excitement, I put on my clothes, lace stockings, garters, women's shoes, and only took my cell phone to immortalize the moment, lubricated one of the toys and started forcing my sphincter, thought I would die from pain, it was too thick, but my excitement thinking it was Rogelio's cock penetrating me could more, I put it all in and that pain soon turned into pleasure, I saw myself as a woman eating that huge toy, masturbating my hard cock until reaching an enormous orgasm, the cell phone image made me feel too provocative.And that was my new life for a while, my web lover pushed me further and I was his slut only for him, I got excited seeing my dilated sphincter, sending him photos one after another, my passive side had bloomed and nothing would stop it, all that secret world had become a paradise of pleasure and day by day I gave him a personal show.
But not everything I did in my world necessarily passed through Rogelio's world. At some point, so many games started to become common, and I needed something more, the toy cocks were spectacular, but they weren't the best...
I decided one night, after searching a lot on the internet, I finally decided to go for luck to a gay bowling alley in my city. I dressed normally, with jeans and a shirt, like I said, in my neighborhood I was still Mario, a normal guy. Already inside the place everything changed, I think it was the first time in my life that I had found my place in the world, people who looked like me, some more daring ones giving more feminine profiles, and a stage on one side where several girls were dancing sensually who weren't really girls.
I talked to one, danced with another, until finally a boy invited me for a drink, and something led to something else until I went straight to the point...
I want to suck your cock...
Only said that, he looked at me and we went straight to the bathrooms, where we weren't the only ones doing crazy things. We went to... final of all, where we found a place, we got into the small enclosure, I sat on the toilet while he unbuckled his pants, finally I would have what I had always desired, somewhat desperate I searched for his sex and started to suck it, as I had always desired, as I had always imagined, with an erection contained between my legs only to savor it carefully, it was small, didn't cost me too much to swallow it completely, and my excitement grew more when I saw outside the place that a guy was watching us closely, masturbating a respectable penis, like waiting for his turn, getting excited at what he was seeing.
The boy's semen surprised me, a bitter and thick flavor invaded my mouth, and as I had imagined so many times, I swallowed it to the last drop, exquisite.
Then the dark-haired one who was waiting outside approached and said, taking my casual companion by the shoulder,
Do you mind? My turn...
I thought he would also suck it, but this guy had other intentions, made me stop, turned me around, and put my hands against the walls of the small place, felt him unbuttoning my belt and pulling down my pants, just enough to leave my bare buttocks exposed, I remember having a red asshole, barely moved it aside with a bit of desperation, spat on his cock, and only let him do it.
His hard sex searched for my hole and almost made center, buried me completely, and started giving it to me with force through the ass, oh yummy! The toys were good but this... ahh!!! paradise...
I remained motionless, moaning at each thrust, feeling his breathing on my neck, sharing perfect pleasure, I loved the way he did the ass...
Finally, only felt him coming, started complaining, bucking, and let it cum inside my bum...
Job done, while the stranger stored his cock, I adjusted myself as best I could, my tiny ass was all open and dripping with hot semen, put the thong back on, pulled up my jeans, and concluded that It was time to go back home, where I would finish masturbating with my toys, as I always did, remembering how explosive it had been... The days continued their course, and little by little things changed with Rogelio, I needed more from him, demanded his time, his presence, but he appeared less and less, stopped responding to my calls and no longer answered my photos, my videos. Even the pictures of his cock no longer interested me, which by the way he didn't send anymore and only ended the story between us, I had gambled everything for everything in these games, but for him it was just that, a game. Rogelio, unlike me, prioritized his family, his wife, his daughters, his job, his masculine side, all that I had left behind... What I miss about him is feeling like I've lost my compass, my north, I'm not the type to give myself many ideas and don't know what to do without a guy who gives me orders, makes me his slut, I haven't found anyone else to please in secret yet, maybe you, who are reading this, be the one... If you liked this story, you can write me with title YOUR slut at dulces.placeres@live.com
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