Doble Life: # 1 I appear to be a hetero. Married and father of two sons. Although I can't help but think about other men to motivate myself during relationships. At 56 years old, I still hide my true feelings. And when I can, I satisfy myself with someone who thinks like me: The problem is finding them. Basically, my role is Active. But, I don't want to say that if the occasion requires it, I won't give in as Passive: ...
I was coming back from doing some errands at the micro-center. Before going to look for my car, I went to the public restroom in the garage. Upon entering, I found a boy, desperate because he wanted to urinate and couldn't pull out his member because it had both arms bandaged. He had burned himself, nothing serious (work accident). He would be around my son's age, no more than 27.
With my paternal instincts on high alert, I lowered the zipper of his jeans and inserted my fingers in search of the thing that was sleeping under a thick pubic hair blanket. Once outside, I held it with two fingers and pointed it at the yellow urinal. It took me a good while to release the flow. Once drained, when I prepared to stimulate him, the flesh started to inflame on his member. Feeling the thing waking up, I forgot my paternal feelings. I grasped his member with the entire palm of my hand, squeezed it hard, and began to masturbate him violently so he would finish quickly, out of fear that someone might enter the bathroom. The boy was breathing heavily, looking at the ceiling and biting his lips. He was also moaning and making forceful movements as if he wanted to hurry up with the procedure. His legs were trembling: his name was Tomas, he was very thin, tall, and hetero: his girlfriend was waiting for him in the car. I came with fury. The first jet reached the ceiling, the rest spilled onto my hand. Warm and abundant, it was very white and clean. With my thumb, I caressed and squeezed the top of his glans until he released the last drop. While adjusting his member, Tomas didn't stop... Looking at myself. Serious and quiet. I assumed it was his first time with a man. Something had changed in him forever. I remembered my first time, with my wife's nephew. He had come from the interior to spend a long weekend with his aunt. He was a short, chubby, and very sexual boy. He spent the day with his dick standing up and whenever he could, he would rub against me with his tip. When we were alone, he would walk around the house in his underwear, with all the fabric inside his shaved buttocks. The intensity of my nephew was more than clear, the cards were on the table, and honestly, I liked him a lot. One day, when we were alone, he got into the bathroom while I was under the shower. My penis became erect like a rocket, and as he sat on the toilet, I stuck half my trunk in his mouth: suck and swallow like a calf. For two consecutive days, we had clandestine and fugitive encounters. Until I returned to his house. Today, we see each other at Christmas with his wife and kids. We never talk about it again. Tomas remained silent. I hug him from behind and kiss his neck. I move over his buttocks. He stayed quiet and sighing. I asked for his phone number, invited him to a hotel, and he didn't agree. I doubt it. I accompanied him to his vehicle, and that's where I met his beautiful girlfriend. Then, I returned home. I locked myself in the bathroom and masturbated. - Gabriel R., Buenos Aires
I was coming back from doing some errands at the micro-center. Before going to look for my car, I went to the public restroom in the garage. Upon entering, I found a boy, desperate because he wanted to urinate and couldn't pull out his member because it had both arms bandaged. He had burned himself, nothing serious (work accident). He would be around my son's age, no more than 27.
With my paternal instincts on high alert, I lowered the zipper of his jeans and inserted my fingers in search of the thing that was sleeping under a thick pubic hair blanket. Once outside, I held it with two fingers and pointed it at the yellow urinal. It took me a good while to release the flow. Once drained, when I prepared to stimulate him, the flesh started to inflame on his member. Feeling the thing waking up, I forgot my paternal feelings. I grasped his member with the entire palm of my hand, squeezed it hard, and began to masturbate him violently so he would finish quickly, out of fear that someone might enter the bathroom. The boy was breathing heavily, looking at the ceiling and biting his lips. He was also moaning and making forceful movements as if he wanted to hurry up with the procedure. His legs were trembling: his name was Tomas, he was very thin, tall, and hetero: his girlfriend was waiting for him in the car. I came with fury. The first jet reached the ceiling, the rest spilled onto my hand. Warm and abundant, it was very white and clean. With my thumb, I caressed and squeezed the top of his glans until he released the last drop. While adjusting his member, Tomas didn't stop... Looking at myself. Serious and quiet. I assumed it was his first time with a man. Something had changed in him forever. I remembered my first time, with my wife's nephew. He had come from the interior to spend a long weekend with his aunt. He was a short, chubby, and very sexual boy. He spent the day with his dick standing up and whenever he could, he would rub against me with his tip. When we were alone, he would walk around the house in his underwear, with all the fabric inside his shaved buttocks. The intensity of my nephew was more than clear, the cards were on the table, and honestly, I liked him a lot. One day, when we were alone, he got into the bathroom while I was under the shower. My penis became erect like a rocket, and as he sat on the toilet, I stuck half my trunk in his mouth: suck and swallow like a calf. For two consecutive days, we had clandestine and fugitive encounters. Until I returned to his house. Today, we see each other at Christmas with his wife and kids. We never talk about it again. Tomas remained silent. I hug him from behind and kiss his neck. I move over his buttocks. He stayed quiet and sighing. I asked for his phone number, invited him to a hotel, and he didn't agree. I doubt it. I accompanied him to his vehicle, and that's where I met his beautiful girlfriend. Then, I returned home. I locked myself in the bathroom and masturbated. - Gabriel R., Buenos Aires
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