I requested a service to give maintenance to my furniture and the wood I have at home, and a young type named Erasmo arrived, 46 years old, had good knowledge of his job since he was 20, and that pleased me... After having him pass by to check, he decided to start from the front door of the house, that was the first occasion we saw each other, I handed over the duplicate keys to him on that day and gave him an advance. Sometimes we would run into each other in the mornings, and when I arrived, he had already left, and so the first 15 days passed... Continuously I told him he could take whatever he wanted from the fridge and make his own lunch, and so he did, then I had to do my designs at home in my studio, and we lived together for a while and ate together, he had good character, very talkative about what he'd done, thanked me equally for the trust I gave him, and asked me not to mention it anymore, that I thought of another form... •And a few days later, he started coming back later, and I proposed that if he stayed could take a quarter so as not to be affected... He accepted immediately and chose the first room on the corridor, which was 3 rooms away from mine, and he installed himself that same night... •Afterwards, at 5 days, I went out with water, his light was still on and the door open at 3:40 am, I turned around to see what was going on inside, and what I saw made me have such a crazy reaction that I stayed looking at the way he rolled up to caress himself while he was masturbating...
The night was cold, but with that vision the temperature rose in a moment, moving his body like fucking, pulling out a bit of force from his balls, squeezing the head of his cock... And so, from my place I could see his sweat dripping down the sides, I tried not to make a noise and stayed observing him until he finished his act...
His white sperm was coming out like a volcanic eruption, going up and spreading in his belly, before the silence of dawn, I could hear my agitated breathing, and I opted to go back to my room, so as not to get caught spying.... •I went back to my bed... And in my head there was a full-blown fire of desire and lust, now it was me who had rolled over just to be able to sleep, something I couldn't do for the rest of the night.. It dawned and I left, leaving a note that I would be late arriving... I arrived, and Erasmus saw a movie, and he was playing with his things with his hands down his pants, listened to noises in the hallway, and jumped up quickly from his place, pretending not to have seen me playing with his cock, offered to take a snack with me, went to wash his hands, and offered to help, I asked him to put away the luggage and prepare the coffee... later we were talking about our lives, girlfriends, the first time, my ex-wife, and he was still married and hadn't touched his wife in 1 year ••Every time he spoke, he stuck very close to me... And the thing is that it bothered me even more because of what I had seen the night before... Remembering his cock launching its cum for me was a great show, I pretended to tell him but at the end I regretted it.. He asked if I wanted to take something from wine, which he bought at the supermarket, I got up and took 2 glasses and sodas from the fridge with ice, ~What's more, I'll work from home this week.. He said, and prepared the first two, then we went to the living room, thought we would be sitting each in a chair, but instead he stayed at my side, talked about things equally as in the kitchen, and when he spoke of his first time, opened up to tell the truth, that it wasn't a her... but a him •That he liked it so much, but didn't do it because he couldn't figure out who he or not he was... We changed the subject without wanting to, only that his cock kept touching and I asked him what was going on, he smiled and said he had well taken care of his cock... he 'had'... stretched out right there showing myself, only smiled at him without stopping to look, obvious that the door was already open, I told him then he would have it hard and it would hurt him, he tightened up and affirmed that yes it was, and I got closer to grab it...
He was caressing me over the pants, and he came closer yet... he passed his hand over my back, and I went pulling him towards him, then it was that he unbuttoned his shirt and lowered it in sequence... wow, his cock started dancing well standing up, and I got absorbed staring at her...
Logically, I grabbed him firmly, and went down on him, it was without any rush, caressing his balls, and he was caressing my back with more tenderness, pulling me up, and gave me a little help to adjust myself more to the hand with my ass spread out and being caressed, massaged for a long time, and then easily pulled down my athletic pants by its elastic cord, and when I felt the skin, the impact of desire was mutual, he grabbed me by the base of my ass, and pulled me up further opening them up to play with my sphincters, I bent over completely and started sucking his head, then swallowed him completely...
While he was sucking it, he told me we had lost a lot of time before, I said everything is in its just moment and just then he told me to stop sucking his cock because he felt himself coming. I settled between his legs, Come on, just enjoy it, I said, and at the end of an instant, he gave a healthy ride that ended up completely...
And seeing how the night was running away from me previously I went crazy... I completely lost control when feeling and savoring it inside my mouth.... I leaned on his shoulder, we talked about what happened and we were both caressing each other, he made me sit in his hand, and immediately put his middle finger in me...
And it was there for a long time relaxing the cord... •Suddenly jumped onto my back and settled on my chest gasping, started kissing my back, went down to reach my ass, kissing and giving light bites, opened with both hands the same ones, sucked my ass pulled me towards him and with his fingers stretched my sphincters and put his tongue in as far as it could... Left lubricated with that amount of saliva, which I could feel running over my balls, settled in and pulled me towards him, rubbed his head on the entrance of my ass, and kept pushing slowly into it, conforming to enter, pumping with a light oscillation...
Feeling it was an adventure, curiously circumstances varied in those moments, I would say that went from innocence to lust as well as morbidity, desire, pleasure, and excitement in various senses... Innocence took over when I let her take the direction, treating me with a lust so full of 'respect', perhaps due to age, being the patron, and she sought to mark her dominance which denoted fucking me with force, pumping without losing the rhythm until it culminated in a powerful discharge.... That preamble was enough as a base and I went on for days... up to the long stretch of the year that passed working on my furniture.
The night was cold, but with that vision the temperature rose in a moment, moving his body like fucking, pulling out a bit of force from his balls, squeezing the head of his cock... And so, from my place I could see his sweat dripping down the sides, I tried not to make a noise and stayed observing him until he finished his act...His white sperm was coming out like a volcanic eruption, going up and spreading in his belly, before the silence of dawn, I could hear my agitated breathing, and I opted to go back to my room, so as not to get caught spying.... •I went back to my bed... And in my head there was a full-blown fire of desire and lust, now it was me who had rolled over just to be able to sleep, something I couldn't do for the rest of the night.. It dawned and I left, leaving a note that I would be late arriving... I arrived, and Erasmus saw a movie, and he was playing with his things with his hands down his pants, listened to noises in the hallway, and jumped up quickly from his place, pretending not to have seen me playing with his cock, offered to take a snack with me, went to wash his hands, and offered to help, I asked him to put away the luggage and prepare the coffee... later we were talking about our lives, girlfriends, the first time, my ex-wife, and he was still married and hadn't touched his wife in 1 year ••Every time he spoke, he stuck very close to me... And the thing is that it bothered me even more because of what I had seen the night before... Remembering his cock launching its cum for me was a great show, I pretended to tell him but at the end I regretted it.. He asked if I wanted to take something from wine, which he bought at the supermarket, I got up and took 2 glasses and sodas from the fridge with ice, ~What's more, I'll work from home this week.. He said, and prepared the first two, then we went to the living room, thought we would be sitting each in a chair, but instead he stayed at my side, talked about things equally as in the kitchen, and when he spoke of his first time, opened up to tell the truth, that it wasn't a her... but a him •That he liked it so much, but didn't do it because he couldn't figure out who he or not he was... We changed the subject without wanting to, only that his cock kept touching and I asked him what was going on, he smiled and said he had well taken care of his cock... he 'had'... stretched out right there showing myself, only smiled at him without stopping to look, obvious that the door was already open, I told him then he would have it hard and it would hurt him, he tightened up and affirmed that yes it was, and I got closer to grab it...He was caressing me over the pants, and he came closer yet... he passed his hand over my back, and I went pulling him towards him, then it was that he unbuttoned his shirt and lowered it in sequence... wow, his cock started dancing well standing up, and I got absorbed staring at her...Logically, I grabbed him firmly, and went down on him, it was without any rush, caressing his balls, and he was caressing my back with more tenderness, pulling me up, and gave me a little help to adjust myself more to the hand with my ass spread out and being caressed, massaged for a long time, and then easily pulled down my athletic pants by its elastic cord, and when I felt the skin, the impact of desire was mutual, he grabbed me by the base of my ass, and pulled me up further opening them up to play with my sphincters, I bent over completely and started sucking his head, then swallowed him completely...While he was sucking it, he told me we had lost a lot of time before, I said everything is in its just moment and just then he told me to stop sucking his cock because he felt himself coming. I settled between his legs, Come on, just enjoy it, I said, and at the end of an instant, he gave a healthy ride that ended up completely...And seeing how the night was running away from me previously I went crazy... I completely lost control when feeling and savoring it inside my mouth.... I leaned on his shoulder, we talked about what happened and we were both caressing each other, he made me sit in his hand, and immediately put his middle finger in me...And it was there for a long time relaxing the cord... •Suddenly jumped onto my back and settled on my chest gasping, started kissing my back, went down to reach my ass, kissing and giving light bites, opened with both hands the same ones, sucked my ass pulled me towards him and with his fingers stretched my sphincters and put his tongue in as far as it could... Left lubricated with that amount of saliva, which I could feel running over my balls, settled in and pulled me towards him, rubbed his head on the entrance of my ass, and kept pushing slowly into it, conforming to enter, pumping with a light oscillation...Feeling it was an adventure, curiously circumstances varied in those moments, I would say that went from innocence to lust as well as morbidity, desire, pleasure, and excitement in various senses... Innocence took over when I let her take the direction, treating me with a lust so full of 'respect', perhaps due to age, being the patron, and she sought to mark her dominance which denoted fucking me with force, pumping without losing the rhythm until it culminated in a powerful discharge.... That preamble was enough as a base and I went on for days... up to the long stretch of the year that passed working on my furniture.
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