Gonzalo Narvreón - Stories of a married man

I undressed and lay down next to him. Martín would only move his body on the bed as if looking for the most comfortable position to fall asleep.

I grabbed the waist of his boxers and slid them down his legs, leaving him completely naked. I remained seated, contemplating the spectacular image of having him lying on my bed, naked and surrendered. My dick was a rock since I had not yet unloaded and had saved my sperm waiting to use it with Martín. I had an ambiguous feeling of desire and remorse, which did not allow me to discern whether to let him sleep peacefully or take advantage of the situation to move forward and subject him to my most primitive desires.

I began to travel his body with my hands, being very attentive to his reaction. Martín only drew an expression of pleasure with his lips, which encouraged me to continue. I touched each part of his anatomy. I lay down on him and began to kiss him and run my tongue over him, from his forehead to his feet, concentrating on perceiving the mixture of male aromas mixed with the scent of sparkling wine that still permeated in his mouth and chest. I took his cock in my hand and started to masturbate him; I went down with my mouth and sucked it tenderly. Martín continued to be immersed in a limbo of relaxation and pleasure.

I took the bottle of lubricant, held it over his balls, and dropped a thin thread. I felt his spasm when the cold gel made contact with his body, and I began to spread it with both hands over his balls, his dick, his perineum, his buttocks until it reached his asshole.

His dick had become erect as if it had been a long time since he had used it. I stuck my tongue between his legs and started to climb up his cock, licking his navel, chest, nipples, ears... I noticed that Martín was speeding up his breathing.

Lustfully, with my mouth next to his ear, I asked him:

“Did you like the way you fucked me today?”

“Yes, man,” he answered, almost imperceptibly.

“Man, after you filled up my asshole with spunk, I sucked you off, and you kept pouring sperm; you’re a stallion,” I said.

“Many months without putting it in,” he replied, smiling.

I slowly brought my lips closer to his and began to kiss him; I ate his mouth as if it were a strawberry and thinking about the next move to make.

I went down on his chin, licked his Adam’s apple, and continued running his torso with my mouth until I reached his penis; I turned my body as if to make a 69. I decided that the best thing to do was not to talk, start giving him pleasure and wait for his reaction.

I began to suck his cock with great ability and the stars lined up in my favor as Martín cheered up and put my dick in his mouth, which, at that moment, was firm as a log.

He took it out and said:

“What a piece of pipe you have!”

“It’s not bigger than yours, man,” I replied.

Not even in my most daring fantasies could I have imagined that Martín would ever be able to do what he was doing at that moment.

With his dick back in my mouth and his asshole close by, I retook the jar of gel and started massaging his balls and buttocks well, entering between them, going up and down, making circles with my fingers around his anus. I noticed that, without taking my dick out of his mouth, he began to moan. Slowly, I managed to insert a finger into his narrow asshole and he didn’t put up any resistance; he just squeezed my dick harder.

I knew that I didn’t have much room before I finished; the situation was too hot, and it had never come off yet.

I always managed to keep control of my ejaculations, but this time, although I tried to delay it, I had already crossed the line of no return. I warned Martín that I was almost coming; he took my dick out of his mouth and started jerking me off.

Already out of control, I began frantically pouring spunk while I watched through the mirror as the face of this beautiful stallion filled with semen.

That image invited me to stand up immediately, and I started to clean his face with my tongue until I swallowed the last drop of my own sperm... Martín, in the front of the unruly situation, was as if he had been surrendered.

“You filled my face with spunk, and now you’re licking it... You can’t be so disgusting, man,” said Martín, who continued with his erect cock.

I knew that mine would soon be too.

“Do you want to see how much more disgusting I can be?” I said.

With the intention that he would taste my cream, I passed my tongue over his lips. Martín, looking repulsed, pressed them together, trying not to let a single drop enter his mouth. The image got out of control, and I practically forced him to open it, giving it a deep white kiss and getting enough sperm into its mouth.

“Taste it, Daddy, taste my sperm,” I said.

“It’s disgusting; you’re a filthy pervert,” said Martín.

I returned to his dick, and without further ado, I began to play with a finger around his asshole again.

“Yeah, man, how you are making me enjoy, you’re a son of a bitch,” said Martín.

He started to move his asshole, pushing as if looking for more, so I encouraged myself, and very slowly, I approached another finger and introduced it to him. Martín moaned but said nothing. Without delay, I went straight for his prostate to massage it and exacerbate his excitement.

I watched as his face turned red and the veins in his temples pulsed; it had taken him to a degree of pleasure he had never experienced with a woman.

He put a hand on my head and began to exert pressure to bring it towards his cock.

“I’m coming, you idiot,” he said, in a choppy voice, “I’m coming... my third shoot of the day.”

I continued to swallow his dick, waiting for the most delicious sweet to flow.

I heard a muffled scream and felt my mouth newly filled with spunk, which I mainly swallowed, while the rest slipped through the corner of my lips. It seemed as if it would never stop the flow of fluid from Martín’s glans.

I didn’t want to let go of that dick, I enjoyed it as I had done in my life, and for Martín, it was the beginning of a new dimension in the universe of sexual enjoyment. I continued to go up and down with my mouth until there was no single drop left to come out.

His cock began to shrink. Martín was already on his third fuck, and my dick was up again.

We lay there for a while, without saying a word, both of us exhausted by what had happened, both of us surprised; I imagine that he was more astonished than I was.

We put the pillows on the back of the bed and lay down relaxed. We began to talk while I began to run along his arm with one hand, continuing along his belly and legs.

“I imagine you have a lot of experience in beds with men, don’t you?” asked Martín.

“Yes, I really do, and I enjoy it very much; for me, the only condition is that they must be either machos masculine male, men next door types...” I said.

“No transvestites or faggots,” said Martín.

“Just like that, a feather flies, and my lustful go away; I don’t like the metrosexual guy either, with an excess of muscles and creams, like some at the gym,” I replied.

I continued with the pettings and noticed that his dick was getting hard again.

I turned towards him; I started kissing and licking him sweetly. I lifted his legs again to have his asshole available, which was smeared with gel and saliva, and I began to work on it. Martín closed his eyes and slid a little towards me.

I continued to work on his asshole very slowly, and surprisingly, Martín crossed both hands behind his legs, bringing his knees to his chest and leaving his anus totally exposed. I took his attitude as a green light.

I rested my glans on his asshole and rested his legs on my shoulders because I wanted to see his face. I leaned over to him until my mouth was next to his ear, making our hairy breasts brush against each other.