Gonzalo Narvreón - Stories of a married man

“There’s no drama; come on in and let me put something on because I’m not going to go like that...” I answered, pointing my finger at my dick but saying that I wouldn’t go in my boxers.

I noticed that Gastón followed my finger with his eyes and said nothing.

“Come in, make yourself comfortable, shall I give you something fresh?” I asked.

“Please, I would thank you,” answered Gastón.

I took a pitcher of water from the refrigerator, grabbed two glasses, and went back to the living room.

“Here, make yourself comfortable; I’ll take some clothes and be right back,” I said.

I went into my bedroom, put on shorts and a shirt while Gastón was pondering how the apartment was set up.

“I can see that you do a lot of sport because you have a shaped body,” he commented when I returned to the living room.

Although I didn’t expect such a comment, I naturally responded:

“Yes, and from what I see, I imagine you do too.”

We went to his apartment and lifted the LCD, which was quite heavy, as it was a 55". We supported the base part on my side, and I went over to help him. Unintentionally, our hairy arms brushed against each other, and I felt sparks fly. I was instantly aroused, but I didn’t even dare to face it because I had no idea if he walks both sides of the street beyond the noticeable looked at my dick when I made reference to my boxers.

“Do you need help with anything else?” I asked politely.

“Please, if you don’t mind...” he said.

We moved a couple of armchairs around, and he said:

“How hot it is, incredible this time of year with a temperature like this...”

Naturally, he began to take off his shirt, which had a halo of sweat stamped on his chest. I fixed my eyes on his waist, and immediately the hair on his belly began to show; the T-shirt continued to go up in slow motion until his firm abdomen and the splendor of that chest full of light brown hair was exposed...

For God’s sake, I really couldn’t hide it and kept my eyes on his humanity.

Gastón noticed; he made an exclamation and said:

“That’s better; I’m all perspiring...”

I felt a little uncomfortable because my look had been a bit treacherous and obvious.

Actually, the man was really handsome, the kind of body that warmed me up, solid, hairy, very macho, toned, muscular, but not hypertrophied and fundamentally, covered with hair...

He invited me to sit down and went into the kitchen to find something fresh to drink.

“You’re up for a beer?” he asked.

“Sure, if it’s already cold, yes,” I answered, thinking that, even though it wasn’t the most proper thing to drink after running, I wouldn’t refuse any proposal.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cold,” he said.

“I’m going to have to shower again because I sweated on everything,” I added.

Looking at me in a very particular way, he said:

“Yes, I see; your whole torso is sweaty; I don’t want to bother you anymore. I don’t know how to thank you, and I don’t want to abuse you anymore.

“In fact, I’m at a loose end, so you can abuse all you want,” I said.

Those words came out of my mouth, and my mind couldn’t believe what I had just said. Even though Gastón could interpret it as he wanted, since I had not stated anything explicitly, it sounded peculiar “Abuse all you want...”

Gastón left his glass on the table, came over and sat down next to me, and unexpectedly, rested a hand on one of my thighs; I tensed up and remained motionless. I was used to being with guys with little experience, so usually, I was the one who took the initiative, but this man was clearly just as or riskier than I was.

He raised his arm and, with one finger, began to follow a drop of sweat that ran down my face, from my temples to my neck, making me literally petrified and unable to believe his audacity.

“Look at you,” he said.

Leaning the palm of his other hand on my face, he asked:

“Tell me... can I really abuse you?”

He left me perplexed and unresponsive. Gastón took my lack of reaction as a sign that everything was OK. He moved his face closer to mine and gently rested his lips on my lips.

“Hey man, stop,” I said, intending to make the game more interesting.

“Stop, why? You started the game from the very first moment you opened the door of your apartment to me... or am I mistaken?” he said, with his mouth an inch away from mine.

It was clear that the man was from my team, a one with a lot of experience, and had hunted me down on the fly.

Without further ado, he grabbed my face with both hands and gave me a kiss, inserting his tongue into my mouth, leaving me breathless. He hugged me and started rubbing my face and neck with his unshaven beard. I pushed him over the couch and threw myself on him, eating the beast’s mouth; I licked his tongue as if it were a lollipop, spat out his mouth and face, and then sucked it all out.

“Oops, I see you’re a piggy and lustful like me; that really warms me up,” said Gastón.

I licked his face, his armpits, his chest. I started to unzip his fly and slide his bermudas.

He was wearing a black slip that marked a fearsome thick and long dick. I slid my hand below his slip waist and grabbed that huge pipe, which seemed to be even, from the base to the glans. I left it exposed, stared at it with much lust, and began to lick it.

Gastón took off my shorts, and we both were left naked, crossing our hairy and muscular legs, which we began to rub together desperately. He spat on my face and wiped it with his tongue; we grabbed our dicks and started jerking off while we commented on our respective sizes.

“Do you want us to open the bed base?” he asked.

“It would be an honor,” I answered.

We got up, went to the room, and lay down on the bed, where we continued with the kisses and the pettings. I started to suck Gastón’s cock, and his first moans began to come out.

At times, I would come down with my tongue down his thighs and his muscular calves. Gastón changed his position getting able to suck my cock, and we made a beautiful 69.

I noticed that he was starting to descend through my perineum and that, making his way towards my anus, he licked it and expanded it spectacularly with his tongue and fingers... I felt that I was ready to be penetrated, and I did want to be.

He stood up and went to the closet to get some condoms and lubricant.

“I’m going to fuck you, neighbor,” he said.

I was really ready for this guy to fuck me, and it had been a long time since I’d been in bed with an experienced man, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him, as it wasn’t going to be for free for him.

“And who told you that I’m bottom?” I said provocatively.

Gastón was a little puzzled by my comment since he really had no idea whether I liked it or not.

So as not to cut the mood, I started kissing him and added:

“I love dicks, man, but nothing turns me on more than fucking a masculine man, so if you want to fuck me, you would have to give in...”

Gastón hugged me tightly and grunted in my ear:

“Look, I’ve only been fucked once, but really, I’m very horny, so if that’s the condition you set so I can fuck you, I accept it,” he said.

Oops, his answer made my trunk go like a missile. For a guy to tell me that he’d only been bottom once and that he was willing to give up his asshole to fuck me was a tremendous compliment.

“Stay in the Doggy style,” I said, taking an authoritarian attitude.

Gastón did it without hesitation and without making any comment. I began to lick his ass and slid my lubricated fingers into his anus. I grabbed his dick and pulled it back to start sucking on its glans.