The truth is that I hate myself because of this. I hate it because I can't stop doing it. He keeps using his excuse that he doesn't know what he really feels, and I'm lying to myself that I don't like it, that I only want to be with him for sex.
-Hasta Coronel Díaz- he told the taxi driver, who barely gave me a nod of acknowledgement.
I think the same thing every day when I come... what's waiting for me?
He treats me well. Too well. Sometimes he even convinces me that he feels something for me.
-Perdón, no sé si me gustan los hombres he says ridiculously through messages when I get back to my apartment. He always swears not to speak to me again, but in no more than three days I'm calling him back.
I don't know what problem he has. I only met him at Amétasty, an LGTB bar in Buenos Aires. He was with a guy who had too many feathers, but then he left with another guy and stayed alone. I noticed because he wouldn't stop staring at me, especially when my friend grabbed a girl and they went to dance.
By the way, it was him who approached me. I was at the bar ordering a drink when he started flirting with something about my pants. We didn't talk for long, I remember we were in the middle of the dance floor, kissing hard and I was touching all his back and hairy chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
-How are you? he asks me in the elevator, and without letting me answer he hits his chest against mine in the mirror. By the time we reached the twelfth floor, I could feel his cock hard under his jeans knocking against mine - Do you want to take something?
The truth is that I'm so hot right now all I can think about is swallowing everything that comes out of his cock. I tell him no and throw myself at him, opening his pants directly, feeling the warmth of his cock coming out of his blue boxer briefs.
He starts caressing my head and walks slowly to the room, standing near the bed. He's taking off my shirt while I'm Sucking the whole boxer, feeling his cock hardening in my mouth, caressing my nose and all my face. Certainly this is my favorite part. I look at him desperate for him to suck the whole cock and think: 'I love helping you see if you're not a fag' And I lower the boxer, violently jerking his cock. I pull it and without waiting, start sucking it, savoring it, feeling each of the thick veins with my tongue, passing it through the frenulum and under all the skin that covers the head of the cock. He doesn't stop groaning. I know he's desperate for me to swallow it all. I slowly open his shirt and caress all his chest. I love the hairs, more when they start playing between them with sweat and saliva from my blowjobs. I return to his cock and suck it slowly from below, reaching the tip and swallowing it whole, until my throat, feeling the arch. That's what he likes most, I know, because he starts groaning louder, tightening his abs to reach those tubes of his into my ass, squeezing me hard, making him give soft bites to the cock...
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