Stories of a married man. Gonzalo Narvreón
the fact that he had recently become a father gave me the peace of mind of knowing that he was healthy and the idea of my mouth filling with semen got me kinky, and I would not miss the chance.
I took his dick out of my mouth and started licking his nuts, sucking them, licking his perineum, returning to his balls, and finally putting his whole dick back in my mouth.
I went up and down for a few minutes until, suddenly, Diego was sitting up on the bed and grabbed my head firmly with both hands to manage the rhythm, while started screaming:
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
I took his dick out of my mouth and asked him not to scream because we would be heard from the adjoining rooms.
“Come on, man, keep on sucking that I’m coming,” he insisted.
“Yes, beast… fill my mouth with sperm,” I said.
I put his dick back between my lips, and in a few ups and downs, I felt a sea of semen flooding my mouth, to the point of not being able to contain such a flow.
A white thread began to spill from the corner of my mouth; I swallowed what I could while listening to Diego’s grunt of pleasure and how he tried to contain a cry of relief.
I felt another spasm and his shaking body, while a new spurt of semen was deposited on my palate.
I continued to lick his glans without giving it a rest; very slowly, I began to play with my tongue around its perimeter.
His spasms did not stop, and I could not let go of my toy. Overtaken by pleasure, he tried to push me away with his hands, but I did not let him and continued to suck on it.
Finally, Diego relaxed; he rested his arms on the bed again while looking carefully at my mouth’s play with his dick. I saw a drop of semen coming from the tip of his glans, and I wiped it off with my tongue. A thread of sperm was left taut between the tip of his penis and the tip of my tongue.
I looked him straight in the eye and gave him a pretty lewd smile. Diego ran his tongue over his lips; moving his head from one side to the other and almost miming, barely whispering, he said:
“Spectacular! a blow job from the anthology.”
I put his dick back in my mouth and continued to suck on it, feeling new spasms invade his body. His glans was very sensitive, and I realized that his balls were still loaded.
It didn’t take long, and because of my continuous ups and downs, he reshot his load again. Lustfully and looking into his eye, I began to pass through my lips, opening my mouth so that he could see my tongue filled with his thick sperm; I wanted him to watch as his nectar slipped down my tongue to disappear down my throat.
I left his dick red and his balls empty. Diego was left lying on his back on the bed, with his eyes closed and not moving, while I didn’t give him a break and continued to suck his dick.
Entirely sure that there was nothing left to get out of his balls, I lay down next to his body and asked him to give me return the favor. My cock remained erect, sensitive, and eager to squirt semen.
Diego stared at me and said:
“I’m sorry, man, if you want, I’ll jerk you off, but there’s no way I’ll suck your dick…”
Due to his answer, I just relaxed, letting him rub my dick. No passed a minute, and my sperm began to flow, covering his hand and mixing with his hairy arm and my hairy abdomen.
I took his hand and held it towards my mouth to clean it with my tongue. My dessert had been Diego’s milk and my own load.
Diego watched me swallow my own semen. With a libidinous smile drawn on his face, he surprisingly collected with his fingers the semen that was still deposited on my abdomen, to let it fall in drops into my mouth.
Without a word, he went to the bathroom and came back naked, with his dick hanging out, but still thick; he looked at me and said:
“Unexpected, extremely pleasant, necessary, and at the same time disturbing. Let’s sleep, and if you like, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
I just said:
“OK.”
I rested my head on the pillow, and still, with the delicious taste of his semen and mine embedded in my mouth, I fell asleep…
Chapter II
Discovering another way.
The next morning, I woke up and noticed that Diego was not in his bed. I heard the shower noise, looked at the clock, and realized that his flight would be leaving in an hour and a half.
I lay in bed, intrigued by his attitude and what he would say about what has happened last night.
He turned off the taps, and after a few minutes, I saw him enter the room with a bath towel tied around his waist. The image made me start to have an erection, enhanced by remembering the beautiful blowjob I had given him just a few hours ago.
I had loved giving him a blowjob, even though I wished I could have walked all over his body and given ourselves up to a hot and wild crossfire.
“Good morning,” I said.
Diego was surprised, looked at me, and responded:
“Good morning, I thought you were asleep… I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
“There is no drama… Did you sleep well?” I asked.
“Like a little angel, I really needed it,” he answered as if nothing had happened.
“I’m glad; I guess I must have helped a little,” I said.
Diego just made a gesture with his mouth and did not answer, so I was disconcerted; I did not understand if it was sorry for what we had done or what the hell was wrong with him.
I removed the sheets and sat up for a moment on the bed. Diego looked at my crotch, and without speaking, he drew the same gesture with his mouth.
I realized that my erection was notorious, and because of his mutism and cold behavior, I decided to act impudence, as he had done the night before.
I stood up, with my dick erected under my boxers, and as if I were alone, acting naturally, I walked to the bathroom. “Go fuck yourself, if you want to behave like that, fine, I did what I wanted, and I didn’t rape you; it was consensual, so go and talk to your psychologist…” I thought. Although work was involved, and that would last all year long, so I should avoid any kind of friction.
I went back to the room. Diego was finishing getting dressed and said:
“Hey, stay up a while longer, it’s too early, no sense you get up, the airport is only three blocks away, so let me go alone.”
I started to grab some clothes, and while I was getting dressed, I answered:
“No man, I’m awake; let’s have breakfast, and I’ll walk you to the airport.”
“As you wish,” answered Diego.
Really, at that moment, I felt like telling him to fuck herself, but I took a deep breath and shut up. Diego grabbed his backpack, and we went to the hotel’s breakfast room without a word.
After what happened during the night, I expected a friendlier conversation, closer to what two buddies could have, than what two co-workers have.
We arrived at the table, and unexpectedly he said:
“Gee man, don’t think I’m a Martian… what happened last night, I really liked it; I really needed it, and you can’t imagine how much.”
It was clear to me that he really needed it, and he needed it badly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a guy getting off as much milk and as much power as Diego had.
I asked him to lower his voice because I didn’t want to get exposed in front of the rest of the guests I