hello how are you, today I woke up with many reasons to share with whoever wants to read my anecdotes about eating cock with Booty, since speaking with my psychologist told me that I should live my sexuality responsibly but always do what gives me pleasure. I like being the attention of men and them wanting to relieve their instincts with me. So I'll write this that I have to count for therapy to you. I hope you like it:
(All told is real, but I will keep names)
I am from a town in Misiones, one called Guaraní, which is now a small city, currently I am 30 years old. This happened around 2006.
My dad and mom worked in a town called LN Alem and traveled every day. I was studying, in Oberá, a town that is on the other side. My schedules were complicated, I had classes in the morning and activities in the afternoon, I remember that at that time the ticket cost $3 and it was very expensive, without counting the time I lost going and coming.
My dad so this wouldn't happen talked to an old friend of his, a mechanic named JK. JK was father of 2 daughters but his wife had left for BSAS and taken both children almost leaving everything. I had to leave class at 11:45, go to his house in Villa Svea and stay until 3:45 when I had classes again, then go back home. The first days were simple, JK was a robust type, burned by the sun, not more than 1.7 meters tall and almost 90kg. Short hair and black, always wearing a Boca football short and almost never a shirt, showing his belly and full chest with hair, almost always dirty, didn't bathe much, besides he was always in the workshop, even cooked on a small stove there, and slept on the seat of a Traffic that had on the floor, made a lot of noise walking because always wore ojotas and if not working on a customer's car worked on his Ford Sierra white. I did It was going to arrive, greet him and go home, there I would bathe and sleep until I left, I realized that I always had a lot of time alone and he never entered the house, which was a mess, full of dust and so on. The curiosity of age led me to explore what was inside and in silence and with care I started to see the drawers, found a lot of my wife's clothes, underwear, corsets, bloomers and thongs, dresses and polleras (they were from a religion where women can only wear pollera and not shave) I remember well the excitement of seeing all that and had an erection, I lay down without being able to sleep and the days passed like this, me looking at a black thong, which one day without anything happening, I put it on and looked at myself in a dusty mirror, totally naked, my skin super white and virgin looked beautiful with that garment, excited so much that I couldn't believe it, nor could I tell anyone. My friends and colleagues were always watching porn and talking badly about the fags, insulting like that, so I knew that if someone found out about that I was practically dead. Sometimes we would all sit together in recess and secretly watch porn that passed through Bluetooth from phone to phone, everyone looked at the cuties who received loads of cock everywhere but I imagined being them, having many penises in my mouth, on me, being touched and handled like that. So one day I went back to JK's house, which was stuck in a Ford F100 cap, greeted him as always, but I felt my face red from excitement, quickly undressed and searched for the black thong, object of my morbidities and fantasies, put it on, paraded in front of the mirror with it on, opened my buttocks and saw my pink and closed bum, nothing to do with the beautiful and open holes of the girls in the videos, went further and put on a white corset that fit perfectly, then put on a black cotton pollera that was there, all full of dust. Once dressed like this I started parading in front of the mirror, looking at my Booty and when I was lost in my thoughts, blind to myself listen with force - What are you doing!!!? JK entered the house, saw me and screamed with great force, so much that I felt like my heart came out of my chest, my ears got plugged up and I got dizzy from the shock. I saw him standing at the door with anger all over his face. He entered and grabbed my arm (I was 45kg with clothes on at that moment), shook me and screamed many things at me while I started crying, asking him not to tell my dad. My dad is also religious, he would have killed me practically, so between sobs and the rest, he took me to the bathroom, where he ripped off all my clothes with force and put me under the cold shower in winter. Then he left me there lying down and went out, I didn't know what to do, so with all the fear in the world I got dressed and went back to school. I had my activities, then I went home again with even more fear. But the day ended normally. JK didn't call my dad or say anything apparently. I didn't know what to expect and only left wondering what to do the next day.
People, I hope you like this, if many give me MG I'll keep uploading things, this is real but I won't give names, just places. If you like it, please let me know so I can continue since I'm new at this
Kisses
(All told is real, but I will keep names)
I am from a town in Misiones, one called Guaraní, which is now a small city, currently I am 30 years old. This happened around 2006.
My dad and mom worked in a town called LN Alem and traveled every day. I was studying, in Oberá, a town that is on the other side. My schedules were complicated, I had classes in the morning and activities in the afternoon, I remember that at that time the ticket cost $3 and it was very expensive, without counting the time I lost going and coming.
My dad so this wouldn't happen talked to an old friend of his, a mechanic named JK. JK was father of 2 daughters but his wife had left for BSAS and taken both children almost leaving everything. I had to leave class at 11:45, go to his house in Villa Svea and stay until 3:45 when I had classes again, then go back home. The first days were simple, JK was a robust type, burned by the sun, not more than 1.7 meters tall and almost 90kg. Short hair and black, always wearing a Boca football short and almost never a shirt, showing his belly and full chest with hair, almost always dirty, didn't bathe much, besides he was always in the workshop, even cooked on a small stove there, and slept on the seat of a Traffic that had on the floor, made a lot of noise walking because always wore ojotas and if not working on a customer's car worked on his Ford Sierra white. I did It was going to arrive, greet him and go home, there I would bathe and sleep until I left, I realized that I always had a lot of time alone and he never entered the house, which was a mess, full of dust and so on. The curiosity of age led me to explore what was inside and in silence and with care I started to see the drawers, found a lot of my wife's clothes, underwear, corsets, bloomers and thongs, dresses and polleras (they were from a religion where women can only wear pollera and not shave) I remember well the excitement of seeing all that and had an erection, I lay down without being able to sleep and the days passed like this, me looking at a black thong, which one day without anything happening, I put it on and looked at myself in a dusty mirror, totally naked, my skin super white and virgin looked beautiful with that garment, excited so much that I couldn't believe it, nor could I tell anyone. My friends and colleagues were always watching porn and talking badly about the fags, insulting like that, so I knew that if someone found out about that I was practically dead. Sometimes we would all sit together in recess and secretly watch porn that passed through Bluetooth from phone to phone, everyone looked at the cuties who received loads of cock everywhere but I imagined being them, having many penises in my mouth, on me, being touched and handled like that. So one day I went back to JK's house, which was stuck in a Ford F100 cap, greeted him as always, but I felt my face red from excitement, quickly undressed and searched for the black thong, object of my morbidities and fantasies, put it on, paraded in front of the mirror with it on, opened my buttocks and saw my pink and closed bum, nothing to do with the beautiful and open holes of the girls in the videos, went further and put on a white corset that fit perfectly, then put on a black cotton pollera that was there, all full of dust. Once dressed like this I started parading in front of the mirror, looking at my Booty and when I was lost in my thoughts, blind to myself listen with force - What are you doing!!!? JK entered the house, saw me and screamed with great force, so much that I felt like my heart came out of my chest, my ears got plugged up and I got dizzy from the shock. I saw him standing at the door with anger all over his face. He entered and grabbed my arm (I was 45kg with clothes on at that moment), shook me and screamed many things at me while I started crying, asking him not to tell my dad. My dad is also religious, he would have killed me practically, so between sobs and the rest, he took me to the bathroom, where he ripped off all my clothes with force and put me under the cold shower in winter. Then he left me there lying down and went out, I didn't know what to do, so with all the fear in the world I got dressed and went back to school. I had my activities, then I went home again with even more fear. But the day ended normally. JK didn't call my dad or say anything apparently. I didn't know what to expect and only left wondering what to do the next day.
People, I hope you like this, if many give me MG I'll keep uploading things, this is real but I won't give names, just places. If you like it, please let me know so I can continue since I'm new at this
Kisses
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