Stories of a married man. Gonzalo Narvreón
the baby birth, and I haven’t filled a mouth with sperm for years; you’re an incredibly good sucker man,! You could teach; the case is that, until yesterday, except for some crossed handjob in my adolescence, I had never done something like that with a man,” he added.
He paused and continued:
“Besides, there is the work to be done, and I don’t want we have any trouble, neither you nor I.”
“That’s all right, Diego, relax, what happened yesterday stayed here, it’s personal and doesn’t have to be mixed up with the work; we had the chance, we had a good time, you needed it, you enjoyed it, you relaxed; I had a great time, you turned me on, I loved blowing you, and I’d do it again; that’s it, it’s here. Let’s just relax, focus on work, and let things flow, OK?” I said.
“OK,” Diego responded.
We finished breakfast and started walking to the airport, talking about work-related issues.
He checked in, and we sat down in the waiting saloon. We saw the plane land and quickly began boarding. We stood up, and as we did so, I placed a hand on his thigh; he looked at me and smiled. We said goodbye with a light hug, and I approached his ear and said:
“I hope that next Wednesday you will come loaded enough… I mean the clothes in your backpack…”
He looked at me, and I could read as his lips said:
“You are a son of a bitch!”
I returned to the hotel, trying to clear my head full of images about what had happened in the last twelve hours and trying to focus on the days of work that lay ahead…
That same day in the afternoon, Diego called me from the Buenos Aires office to adjust some work themes. We were about to cut, and he said:
“Ah, just so you know, I still have muy dick in red; I just came from the bathroom, where I had a huge handjob, thinking about you and what you did last night. I’m having trouble concentrating on my work; better get ready; I’ll be there on Wednesday with condensed milk.”
He left me speechless; I was surrounded by people, so I could not explain myself. I just responded:
“Ahh, well… on Wednesday we see it,” and finally, we cut.
On Friday, I returned home and left my wife extremely happy; we had sex as we hadn’t done for a long time. I put her on Doggy style, and I fucked her till I left her pussy in red.
The rest of the weekend went by quietly, enjoying the family. It was always short, pretty short. Not being able to do everything I would have liked, it was already Monday, and I traveled south again.
On Monday and Tuesday, we only spoke a couple of times, and nothing about what happened during that night of the previous week.
Finally, it was Wednesday again, and Diego arrived on the first flight. We met at the office and spent a pretty hectic morning at work.
I thought of going back to the hotel to get something to eat there and, basically, to put Diego in the room and empty his balls again.
It was one o’clock in the afternoon; I looked at him and said:
“Are we going to the hotel for lunch?”
Diego, with a sarcastic smile, answered:
“For lunch…? come on, let’s go for lunch…” emphasizing “lunch.”
A guy from another Company jumped up and said:
“Let’s all eat together at a restaurant downtown?”
I wanted to kill myself, and I wanted to kill this guy. There was no way to get away, and I will stay with my desire until next week. We looked at each other with Diego, made a gesture like “What are we going to do,” and went out together.
We spent the rest of the day working. At six o’clock, the cab arrived, and we left together for the hotel, where I would get off, and Diego would go directly to the airport. In the morning, he had told me that he would be traveling on the 06:45 p.m. flight instead of the 10:30 p.m.
Before leaving the office, I noticed that he talked on the phone for quite a while.
We arrived at the hotel, I moved as if to say goodbye, and he told me:
“No, I’ll come down with you.”
“But you are a jerk; you’re going to miss your flight,” I said.
“Forget about the flight,” he replied.
Not understanding what was going on, I greeted the taxi driver, who took me to and from the hotel every day and walked to the lobby.
“I don’t understand. Are you going to travel on the night flight?” I asked.
“After the frustration of noon, I made a change of plans; I changed my ticket to tomorrow; I talked to my wife and told her we had a lot of work, so I’m staying the night with you.”
His decision surprised me and made me happy; I thanked for this work, which gave me the possibility and the freedom for this kind of situation to happen.
Except for what happened last week, which had occurred by chance, I had never experienced the pleasure of spending the whole night with another man in a sexual context. That night, it would happen again, only this time, it was planned, not by me, but by Diego.
We had spent a pretty heavy workday, so I figured we would do the same routine as last week; first swimming pool, then dinner, then… whatever had to happen!
We passed by the reception, and I warned that Diego would stay in my room. I crossed a couple of words with the Manager, and we continued to the room. We threw our backpacks on the respective beds; Diego opened his and said:
“Here, thank you,” returning the clothes I had lent him last week.
“I won’t need to borrow anything today as I came equipped,” he added.
“Very good,” I said.
He went into the bathroom and left the door open; I heard he was taking a leak. I walked over to lower the air temperature. The command was next to the bathroom door, in the corridor leading to the bedroom.
Through the mirror that covered one of the walls, I could see that Diego was washing his dick in the sink and that it had grown. He didn’t realize I was standing there looking at him.
He put it away in his boxers, zipped up his pants, and walked out. He asked me what I was doing and stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes.
It was clearly visible that his dick was erected. I couldn’t help but tell him:
“I see that your state is to be always on fire.”
“It looks like I’m going to have to do something because I can’t go to the pool like this,” Diego responded.
“I guess not,” I said.
Without further ado, I knelt in front of him, unbutton his pants, unzipped them, slid the waist down to his feet, did the same with his boxers, and started playing with his dick.
I grabbed his cock with one hand, while with the other, I petted his abdomen and legs.
Diego stood there, leaning against the wall, looking at me from above and seeing us both reflected in the mirror across the corridor. Diego’s dick quickly grew, and I started to suck it; I took it out of my mouth and licked it, licked the whole pipe, returned to the glans, kissed it, went down to his balls, which I sucked very slowly.
Diego put his hands on my head and started playing with my hair as he said:
“No way I was going to miss this; I haven’t stopped thinking about it since last Wednesday.”
I continued to blow him with real skill; I rubbed his drooling dick all over my face; I made him spin so that he would be on his side in the mirror and be able to