Gonzalo Narvreón - Stories of a married man

I cheered up and rested the palm of my hand on his left quadriceps; Martín said nothing; I slowly slid it towards his bulge and started petting it. The beautiful cylinder that that morning I had had for brief seconds inside my mouth was marked through his pants.

“Oops, Daddy... look at the erection you got,” I said and asked, “Will you let me?”

Martín did not answer; he just settled on the couch, opened his legs, leaned his back on the backrest, and stood still.

Even afraid because of what happened at noon, the situation and his silence tempted and pushed me to advance. I dared and lowered the zipper of his fly, unbuttoned his pant waist, and searched with my hand for that dick so in need of affection.

I stared at that pipe, which was inches away from my face... big, thick, and long; I imagined it was similar to mine, unshaven, natural as I like it.

I glued his dick to my face, raised my eyes to see him, and without further ado, made the best-depraved face, put it in my mouth, and began to slowly suck on it. I was ready to give him the best blow job he had ever had.

“Phew!” was the only exclamation Martín made.

I took his dick out of my mouth, loaded up saliva, and spat it on his cock. I began to suck him as if I was eating the most delicious thing in the world, and indeed, for me, at that moment, his dick was the most coveted delicacy. I noticed that, slowly, Martín was relaxing and making sounds of pleasure. He lifted his buttocks, allowing his bermudas to slide down to the floor, leaving his cock completely exposed and delivered.

“I can’t believe it; you’re a son of a bitch! Just the way you’re sucking my dick,” he said.

I caught his glans with my lips and took his trunk with one hand. I interspersed suction with laps and spits while I jerked him off with my hand. I went down to his balls and began to lick them, inserting one egg into my mouth and then the other while still masturbating his cock.

Martín began to raise his pelvis to fuck my mouth.

“What a divine dick you have, dad; equal, as wide at the base as at the glans... I love dicks like that; I imagine you are healthy, right?” I asked.

“Yes, man, don’t worry,” he replied.

My only concern was I knew Martín had fucked many women. Still, since he had recently been separated, I figured that, indeed, to take care of his wife, he had always taken the necessary precautions not to take risks.

“Oops, you were right... you are sucking me better than the whorest...” he said almost in a whisper and with a choppy voice.

He took my head with both hands and pushed, preventing his dick from coming out of my mouth. He increased the rhythm and started to scream:

“Yes, yes, eat it, I’m coming, what a pleasure, man, I’m going crazy, I’m coming.”

Quickly, I felt that a liter of milk invades my mouth; I swallowed a part of it, and the rest slipped out of the corner of my mouth; rarely had I seen a male release so much spunk.

I took his dick out of my mouth to rub it in my face, seeing that his glans continued to release sperm. Martín was screaming with every ejaculation. I closed my eyes and continued to suck on it while I felt the spasms and contractions that continued to invade him.

Martín was left lying on the couch’s back, with his legs stretched out and completely relaxed.

“I see that you were a little loaded; I’ve never seen so much spunk come out of a dick,” I said.

“Ufff, in my life, I had accumulated so much, nor had I spent so much time without fucking... Mother fucker! Amazing blowjob you made to me!” he said.

I wiped the semen that was scattered all over my face. Collecting it with my fingers and looking into Martín’s eyes, I began to take it to my mouth so that not a drop would be wasted.

“Phew man,! You’re so poofy, how you enjoy swallowing spunk... Many women don’t want to do it, and you enjoy it like crazy... So macho and what a fucking you turn out to be,” said Martín.

I put his dick back in my mouth and noticed that it quickly got hard again. This man needed to unload for a long time so he could be tame and relaxed.

I stood up, and although I thought he would refuse, I invited him into the room to be more comfortable. To my surprise, he stood up, pulled up his bermudas, and followed me without saying anything.

We went into the bedroom, and I invited him to get naked. Shyly he took off his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, like a beginner and not knowing how to act.

My dick was hard under my boxers. I took off my shirt and then lowered my boxers to be completely bald.

“Gee, man... what a weapon! Huge dick you have, man,” exclaimed Martín.

Smiling and without saying anything, I went to bed, knelt down, and started to suck his dick again.

How excellent, how nice the way you suck,” said Martín, who was leaning his arms on the bed to lie down with his eyes closed.

As I continued to suck him, I stretched out my arm towards the bedside table, grabbed a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms, smeared my free hand, and began to lubricate with my fingers my anus, leaving it ready for the next step. Martín continued with his eyes closed and enjoying the blowjob I was giving him; I was afraid to do things quickly, making him regret it.

I noticed that he started to speed up the moaning and was getting red in the face. I quickly pulled his dick out of my mouth, put a condom on his dick, and before he knew what was happening, I stood up on the bed and started to squat down, sticking his dick in my asshole. I went down until I felt his glans, and there I let myself fall slowly, putting it all in, with no time for foreplay to dilate my anus since I would have run the risk of Martín regretting it and leaving.

Martín opened his eyes and exclaimed:

“No, I can’t believe it.”

It was me who could not believe it; three years watching this male at the gym, imagining all sorts of things, and finally, I had him lying on my bed, nailing me his delicious dick to the bottom.

“You’re a son of a bitch, get up!” he claimed.

Disregarding his request, I closed my eyes and tried to relax, to make the pain of having buried that pipe without any previous game give way to pleasure. Slowly, I began to give rhythm to my movements, going up and down faster and faster while I touched his chest, playing with my fingers between his hairs.

Finally, his prejudices and concepts were overcome by the need and by the warmth that he had. I felt his dick like a mast inside me, and I squeezed my anus as if to catch him firmly, making his pleasure greater.

To my surprise, he took my waist with both hands to manage the rhythm of my movements.

Risking that it would all end there, I asked:

“Do you want to try another position?”

Martín opened his eyes and did not answer.

I stood up, making his dick come out of my anus, and knelt down on the edge of the feet of the bed, leaving my ass standing upright, ready for him to ram me from behind. Martín stood up, and I looked through the mirror standing behind me. It was beautiful to see his harmonious and hairy body reflected in the mirror, with his muscles not exaggerated. His penis erect and with a face of total lustful, which I had never seen before. We looked at each other through the mirror, without saying a word and telling each other everything.

Without speaking, he was telling me, "You wanted cock, now hold what is coming".

He relubricated his dick and rested the glans on my anus; with both hands, he took my waist from behind and pushed his pelvis forward. I felt my asshole open again and fill it entirely with his cock.

I grimaced in pain, which soon became a pleasure. Martín started pumping me with a slow rhythm while I turned my head and watched in the mirror how his muscular and hairy buttocks contracted with each stroke, which made me even more excited. I let him take his rhythm and control the movements; he knew how to bring me to a point where I started to move more and more, begging for cock and more cock. He continued with both hands resting on the sides of my body and holding me firmly.