Gonzalo Narvreón - Stories of a married man

I noticed that the power of the onslaught began to increase; it had managed to bring me into a state of ecstasy that was difficult to explain. At that moment, I would have given in to any claim.

“I cannot stand it anymore,” said Martín.

“Give me milk, daddy, fill me up,” I replied.

Immediately, he began to scream and to have spasms while he released semen inside me. I felt his contractions that did nothing but encourage my desire to ask for more and more; I wanted to eat him whole... What a beautiful male!

Finally, he pulled his dick out of my asshole, took off his condom, and lay on his back on the bed.

I saw his face red and soaked, with the veins in his temples marked and beating... He began to smile, making sounds that were cut off by the agitation.

“I just can’t believe it,” he said.

I felt on the edge of excitement, thinking about what had just happened, seeing Martín exhausted, lying on my bed.

I walked up to his completely sweaty face and said:

“Are you more relaxed now?”

“You son of a bitch,” he answered.

I started to go down his hairy chest, biting his nipples, running my tongue all over him until I reached his semi-erect dick. A drop of semen appeared from his glans, which I wiped with the tip of my tongue.

I swallowed his dick again, noticing how it started to get firm over again.

Despite the months he had not had sex and his physical state, it struck me that after two ejaculations, his dick was getting hard again.

“Man, stop, you have no limits? You’re going to wear me out. Didn’t you get tired of sucking me?” Martín said.

I looked at him in the eye, took his dick out of my mouth, and answered:

“With a daddy like you, I can never get tired; I can go on all night long. Why do you think I train at the gym?” I said sarcastically.

I continued to suck on it sweetly, putting it in until where I could and pulling it out until I was left kissing only the tip. I began to suck Martín’s balls, and I was encouraged to descend closer to his anus. I noticed that Martín started to make some grimaces of pleasure, as if he did not understand what I was doing to him or not knowing that he could feel joy in that area, which, evidently, had never been explored.

“Did you never have your ass sucked?” I asked.

“No, never, and I don’t think I will ever get it,” he said.

I thought, "We’re going to find out about that right now.”

I focused on his perineum. I started to run my tongue from the tip of his glans to the door of his anus. Stayed in that area, licking it from side to side, squeezing and passing my tongue from the balls to near his asshole. I sucked his dick again, which was once more like a trunk, and started to go down to his balls. I slid my arms under Martín’s legs and placed them on my shoulders to dispose of his ass at my will.

Martín remained with his eyes closed and his arms crossed behind his head.

I came down and went with my mouth directly to his orifice; I spat it out generously, filling it with saliva, and started licking it, slowly introducing the tip of my tongue. Martín began to squirm with pleasure.

“What a huge son of a bitch you are, man,” he exclaimed, adding, “I had never imagined that so much pleasure could be felt in that area.”

I took the bottle of lube and started smearing it all over his ass while putting a condom on my dick, which certainly doesn’t have the ideal size to deflower anyone.

In truth, I was sure that when Martín noticed what I was about to do, he would stop me and even get angry, but I was willing to take the risk and try.

I put his legs back on my shoulders and rested my glans on his anus. Just then, he realized what was happening, opened his eyes, and tried to stand up, but could not; crossing my arms behind his legs, I had him under control. I slightly pressed my glans on his anus.

“Stop, this is where I got, don’t even fuck me,” he barked.

I could see his frightened face.

Helped by his arms, he slid his body back to get away from me and tried to lower his legs to get up. I always thought sex should be done with the parties’ consent, and even though I was out of control, I realized I needed to work on him more to get him to give in. I really wanted to rape him, but clearly, that was not the way.

I let him put his legs down and threw myself at his side.

“Did you like the blow job I gave you?” I asked.

“Unbelievable man, but not fucking me, that’s for sure,” he said.

“Relax, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen,” I said.

Martín left his hairy arms lying next to his body. His dick was still erect as a trunk, so I headed over there to give him another blow job.

I descended towards his anus, beginning with the same work that I had done previously, raising his legs again and supporting my glans on his anus.

“What part didn’t you understand? You’re stuck with the idea, man,” said Martín.

Clearly, he would not give in to being penetrated, and if that was my goal, I should look for another strategy.

“My dick is about to explode,” I said.

“Well, you can jerk off, but I can’t get it inside me,” he replied.

“At least help me; you could jerk me off,” I said.

“No way,” Martín said.

Everything had been said; Martín would not let himself be fucked, he would not touch me, and even less would he suck me, so I threw myself at his side without touching me and waited for my erection to go away. I didn’t want to unload if some miracle would happen that would allow me to advance towards my goal.

I asked him if he wanted to take a shower, and he accepted. I lay on the bed, thinking about what I could do to keep Martín at home... Something would occur to me, but it would have to be quick. I was already turning off the water, and soon he would come out of the bathroom, get dressed, and leave.

I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. Martín was still in the tub and was finishing drying off.

“Ugh, now it’s much better,” he said.

“Do you mean the ejaculation or the shower?” I asked sarcastically.

“Both,” he answered.

His comment made it clear to me that “ The Lord,” very macho , very firm, and almost violent in his midday reaction, so reluctant to get a blow job, but finally, he was accepting that sex was sex and that a mouth was a mouth.

“I take a quick shower and get out,” I said.

“OK, I’ll get dressed and wait for you downstairs,” Martín replied.

He came out of the bathroom, and I went underwater, thinking about what to do to keep him at home.

I dry off, put on shorts, a T-shirt, and go downstairs. I saw that Martín was sitting on a deck chair by the pool, which made me imagine that he shouldn’t have any programs or rush to leave.

The night was spectacular, the sky was entirely clear and starry; the temperature had dropped quite a bit, so you could see the steam on the surface of the water, as it always left the boiler on to keep the temperature pleasant; be it winter or summer.

“Beautiful night,” I said.

“Yes, a little cool, but really spectacular. I see that you keep the water warm,” said Martín, who had noticed the steam on the surface.

“Yes, I like to swim, so I try to keep the water warm as many months of the year as possible; since it’s not covered, unless the temperature is below 10° C, it stays pretty good. Do you want to get in?” I asked.

“No, no, it would be nice, but I would have to change again,” answered Martín.

My comment had not been premeditated; it came up spontaneously, but to imagine him naked inside the pool, really, was an image worthy of an advertising spot.