Gonzalo Narvreón - Stories of a married man

“Are you all right?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered, almost imperceptibly.

I noticed his deep breathing, his agitation; I imagine it was a mixture of heat and fear, his face red and new, the veins in his swollen temples.

Staying in that position and very slowly, I loosened my arms as if my dick started dilating its anus. Martín accelerated his breathing and said in a broken voice:

“Stop, man, I don’t know if I dare, I don’t know if I want to do that… very slowly, slowly, make me enjoy myself, but don’t hurt me,” said Martín.

I thought that, at that very moment, my dick would explode. I stopped and waited for Martín to relax.

I licked his ears, his lips, his eyes. I felt his asshole slowly giving way and my glans gently opening up. I stood there, waiting for his reaction.

Martín suddenly embraced me.

“You’re fucking me! Son of a bitch,” he exclaimed.

I started biting his neck and hugging him; I let myself fall slowly, which caused my seven-point eight inches of flesh to end up buried inside him.

“Stop, stop, it’s too big... you are killing me,” shouted Martín.

It was too late; my entire dick was filling him, and finally, that foal’s virgin anus was being drilled by my cock. That man, who had become my unattainable goal for months, was being sodomized by me.

Even though it was his anal deflowering, I figured he couldn’t be in much pain since I had given him an extended and masterful preview.

“You filled me up; I can’t explain what I’m feeling,” he said.

“I know perfectly well what you are feeling; relax and concentrate on enjoying yourself to the fullest," I said.

I slowly moved, taking it out and putting it in, but always with the glans inside. Martín kept hugging me and exclaiming with every attack. I wanted him to enjoy it fully because my intention was to have him as a partner in the trap, so I was very cautious not to hurt him or make him feel pain.

I kept him like that for a long time, penetrating him, holding him gently, feeling his narrow hole squeeze my dick until I decided to take it out entirely, and I was left lying on my back.

“Finally,” I said, “You lost the virginity of your asshole.”

“You really are a son of a bitch; you loosened me up with alcohol so you could sodomize me,” said Martín.

“But I thought you were enjoying yourself,” I said.

“I was scared, it hurt a little, but it felt strangely nice; ambiguous sensation of pain and pleasure; I thought your dick would never finish coming in,” said Martín.

“Well, man, look how my dick is... hard as a rock; relax, continue experimenting and enjoying my dick,” I said.

“No, no, I don’t know if I want more... enough for today, and I think forever,” said Martín.

“Don’t be silly, you’re already deflowered, and you liked it; now get in and deal the session,” I insisted.

Martín got up, squatted on my dick, looked at himself in the mirror, and started to go down. We both could see my dick disappearing between his buttocks. I could not believe that Martín was sitting in front of me, with my dick in his anus and of his own free will. It made me go crazy with fever to see his hairy chest, with his eyes closed and with a mixed gesture of pleasure and pain as he went up and down while he buried my cock deeply.

I petted his hairy chest, his scratchy face, I grabbed his dick... I wanted to eat him whole and in one bite.

“Are you enjoying it?” I asked.

“This is a great pleasure; I can’t believe I’m enjoying this with a dick in my ass,” answered Martín.

I noticed that he was starting to increase the pace. I saw his quadriceps marked by the up and down motion, his dick looking totally erect.

“I’m coming again,” said Martín.

Without even touching his dick, he released a spurt of semen that reached my face, which made me extremely hot.

“I’m coming too,” I said.

To my surprise, Martín stood up, put my dick in his mouth, and blew me until it exploded inside. He quickly jumped on top of me and started eating my mouth, mixing his spunk, which he had deposited in my face, with mine, which he had inside his mouth... We licked mouths, faces, and tongues as if they were ice cream.

We were silent and lying on our backs. For my part, I didn’t even want to talk. Martín, I think he was in a supreme degree of relaxation, which only allowed him to remain lying and immobile.

After about ten minutes, he said:

“I can’t believe it... I need to process everything that had happened today... I have to rethink twenty-six years of sexual activity. Being forty-six years old, I come to discover that I like cocks and that I enjoy fucking up with men...” Martín said and added:

“On top of that, I got four ejaculations in one day, like If I were a twenty years old guy!”

“I can’t believe your sexual performance, man, and don’t overthink about what had happened. The important thing is that you enjoyed it and that we had a good time. Don’t get caught up in putting labels on what happened or on what you are or not.

I took the sparkling wine cups, filled them again, toasted, finished drinking, and after a cold, wet kiss, we fell into a deep sleep.

Long weekend and the unusual and changing climate of Buenos Aires gave us another warm day, with the thermometer hovering around 26º C in the middle of winter. It was Saturday, I got up early and thought about finishing hanging some new paintings to complete the move, but I decided to run to the river sidewalk and leave the pictures for later if I still wanted to.

Because of the early hour, I thought I would be alone, but to my surprise, I could not believe how many people had yet gathered to practice rollerblading, cycling, running, or just walking. After meeting so many cute males, several of them running bare-chested because of the temperature, I returned to the apartment warm as a kettle.

On the way home, I received a message from my wife telling me that she would spend the day with her mother. My son had stayed at a friend’s house, so I was free for the rest of Saturday. I arrived, hydrated myself good enough, and went to take a bath. Since I was alone, I put on loose boxers and stayed bare-chested, lying on the bed, doing some TV zapping.

The doorbell startled me since it was not often that people knocked directly on the apartment door without first ringing the street bell. I looked through the peephole and could see that, in front of my door, stood my new neighbor, whom I did not yet know personally, but whom I had already paid attention to when he was moving in because I had found him a handsome man.

Since the hall is shared by only two apartments and knowing that only he could see me, I went down my boxers’ waist below my hips and half-naked opened the door.

The guy was wearing a white cargo bermudas, which allowed me to quickly scan his hairy legs. He wore a tight short sleeve shirt and was barefoot, the perfect image to make my dick jump up and down like a spring.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hello, sorry to bother you, I’m your new neighbor, Gastón,” he said, introducing himself.

“Howdy, Gastón, Gonzalo is my name,” I replied.

We shook hands, and I realized that the man had been half surprised when he saw me in my boxers, unshod and bared chest.

“I’m sorry to show me like this; I just got back from a run, took a shower, and was lying on the bed, watching some TV,” I said.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I don’t want to fuck you up,” answered Gastón.

“No problem, welcome to the building. Can I help you with something?” I asked.

“In fact, I was going to ask you if you could help me put the TV on a piece of furniture; my jerk wife left me alone with the move. I just plugged in the fridge to get something cool because she wasn’t even able to do that,” he said.