Gonzalo Narvreón - Stories of a married man

Intending to touch his legs in different places, every now and then, I would move my hands to change their position; nothing warms me up more than beautiful legs. Fortunately, I had tights under my shorts, which helped keep my dick tight, because I had already gotten a hard-on from the pleasure of just looking at him.

We continued for about an hour, varying the exercises, and finally, he said:

“Ready for today; otherwise, tomorrow it will hurt like hell.

I thought: “If my ass is going to hurt because I could lie down with you, welcome, let it hurt for a whole week.”

“OK,” I answered.

“Nice park and beautiful swimming pool; you must have a good time,” said Martín.

“Yes, the truth is that it’s nice and it’s a big house for just the two of us. On top of that, Andrea is working outside, so Imagine... me alone in this house,” I answered.

“Ahh, look at you, I didn’t know your wife had gone to work outside; with this little house and alone... Playboy free,” said Martín.

I was struck by his comment, and I imagined that, indeed, that is what he would have done if he were in my situation. Vox Populi that Martín had fucked several women at the gym; he had a reputation as a playboy.

I smiled at his comment.

“No, I am a Saint,” I said.

“I guess... well, the weekend really begins,” said Martín.

“Are you finished? Do you have any more classes?” I asked.

“No, I have a free afternoon,” he replied.

“Do you want to stay? We’ll enjoy the swimming pool and have a bite to eat. I don’t have any plans either; I’m going to be alone all day long,” I said.

“It would be nice, but I don’t have any clothes,” answered Martín.

“Don’t be an idiot; I’ll give you shorts and whatever you need to change,” I said.

“OK, you convinced me,” answered Martín.

I went up to my bedroom, took off my clothes, and put on swimming shorts; I came down with my bare torso and barefoot, with two or three pairs of shorts for Martín to choose from.

“You are already sculpting yourself, man,” commented Martín, referring to my body.

“Yes? do you think so?” I asked.

“Yes, Gonzalo, a significant change since you started at the gym,” he added.

He grabbed one of the shorts and went into the toillet to change.

He came out barefoot and bare torso. It was the first time that I saw Martín almost naked, and definitely, he was no away from what I had imagined. In addition to his arms and stunning legs, he had a divine hairy chest, not washboard abs, but firm. I would even say that he had a timid little belly that was lost among so much hair; the perfect man next door; dudely dude, cero metrosexual, neat, but macho. We went to the swimming pool and jumped into the water. I felt a tremendous pleasure with the water’s contact that cooled my body heated by the exercise and my thoughts.

Martín swam for a while, and we stayed in the shallow area, talking and enjoying the sun.

Finally, we went out and lay down on deck chairs. I noticed the wet shorts crushing against Martín’s body, marking his dick, and as the hairs, by the weight of water, were stamped on his skin.

“How are you dealing with the separation issue? You must be fucking with all these gym mares,” I said, trying to get the conversation on the sexual side.

Martín smiled, nodding his head in denial.

“No man, the divorce really hit me; living together was not working anymore, but the feelings are there. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked; strange for me, but the truth is that I almost didn’t even jerk off,” he replied.

Unexpectedly, Martín was giving me valuable information and with more details than I would have expected.

We stayed for about an hour, sunbathing and talking until we decided to go into the house to eat something.

“Can I take a shower?” he asked.

“Yes, of course, follow me,” I answered.

I guided him to my bedroom, pointed to the bathroom door, and joking said:

“Use whatever you need, there you have soap, shampoo, towels... and if you need me to soap your back, just let me know.

I don’t know how I dared to tell him that, because the truth is, we weren’t friends at all; it was undoubtedly the first time we spent so much time together.

“What an idiot,” said Martín in response to my comment.

He went to the bathroom, left the door open, and began to undress.

I only managed to see him from behind, and I was hot to see his legs and his round hairy buttock.

I heard the sound of water starting to fall; I took off my wet shorts and put on loose boxers to lie on the bed, waiting for him to finish.

I began to doze off and was startled by Martín’s voice, asking me to get him a towel. I went into the bathroom, took one, and as I turned around, he was standing there in the tub, with the screen open, all soaked, with the hair falling on his body from the weight of the water, a beautiful dick hanging between his legs, those very fleshy and bulky ones; quite a sight.

I approached him, held out a bath towel with one hand, and said:

“Son of a bitch, you have such a great body; it’s fantastic the way you’re keeping up.

“It’s part of my job; I have to keep in shape,” he said.

“Dry yourself and come; I’ll give you some clothes to wear,” I said, thinking that I really wanted him to stay like that, naked and satisfy his sexual needs, which had been neglected for a long time.

I left the bathroom and went to the dressing room to get some clothes. I sat up on the bed and saw Martín coming out with his bath towel tied around his waist. I didn’t really know how to deal with it; having him in my room half-naked was a dream situation, but I couldn’t think of any way to move him forward. I was afraid of the overwhelming rejection I would probably receive. I knew that he had slept with many chicks from the gym, and I didn’t think he would ever get the idea of fucking up with a man.

Martín sat down on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror that completely covered one side of the room, and smiling, he said:

“Jerk, you’re a sex party man,” adding, “The way you must fuck here with your wife while you look at yourself in the mirror.”

The truth was, I didn’t know what to say to him or how to take his comment; considering what he had told me a while ago, about the time he hadn’t had fucked, the only thing I thought about was saying something that could warm him up.

“You are right; the truth is that I am very lustful, and you don’t know how I like to look at myself while I’m burying my dick into her. I love putting her on Doggy style and hit her from behind, fucking her pussy and her asshole... or when we do a 69, while she smears my ass with lubricant and makes me enjoy with her fingers,” I said.

He looked me in the eye and said:

“Oops, you can’t tell me all that; you’re a son of a bitch, and you are making me hot; I never imagined you were so lustful; you look like such a serious man.”

I approached and looked straight at his bulge. Martín had no way to hide his erection; his dick was hard under the towel.

“Yes, I see; look at your cock...” I said, trying to open the game.

Without giving him time to think, I pulled the knot of the towel, leaving him naked and knelt down in front of him.

Martín stood hard, looking into my eye. Without letting him react, I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. Unexpectedly, Martín grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head away from his dick, and stood up.

“I’ve never fucked men, and I’m not attracted to the idea. Excuse me, but this is not for me; it seems that you misinterpreted me,” he barked.