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moving.

      Even though I don’t like being penetrated anymore after I get off, I wouldn’t leave Diego without come, so I kept going up and down, faster and faster, until Diego whispered:

      “Yes… I’m coming, I’m coming,” and he began to shoot his load inside me.

      I stood up, took out the condom, and slowly began to move my tongue from his feet to his mouth, cleaning his semen-soaked dick, licking his abdomen and chest to collect my sperm, which, tangled in his hair, was waiting for my tongue.

      I continued towards his mouth and kissed him, making him taste the white delicacy for the first time in his life. Diego resisted but ended up giving in, and we ended up with a doughy white kiss.

      I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I came back, and Diego was already sound asleep, immersed in profound breathing. I covered him with a sheet and lay down on my bed to fall asleep peacefully, thinking about his reaction to the talk we would indeed have in the morning, and enjoying having taken Diego down a new path to sexual pleasure.

Chapter III

      Stormy day – The morning.

      The alarm clock rang; wiped out and unable to untie my head from the pillow, I groped my hand to reach it and turn it off.

      Through the window, I could hear the rain pouring down and the wind blowing hard. The weather was so encouraging that I was left lying in bed.

      I observed that Diego began to move without opening his eyes. He brought his hands to his face, yawned, and asked in a hoarse voice:

      “What time is it?”

      “Half-past six,” I answered.

      “I have to get up; I’m going to miss my flight!” he exclaimed.

      “Ummm… I don’t think there will be any flights in this storm,” I reply.

      At that very moment, the phone rang. It was from reception, warning that the flights had been canceled due to the weather conditions until further notice. I thanked the concierge for warning and God for sending that weather that would allow me to stay in bed a little longer and with Diego’s company.

      I gave the news to Diego, who, with his head still resting on the pillow, exclaimed:

      “Oh no, I’m stuck here!”

      “Do you have anything that can’t be postponed in Buenos Aires for today?” I asked.

      “No, no, I just thought I’d come back early,” he answered.

      “Well, let’s take advantage of the bed for a while and relax… as soon as the weather improves, they’ll let us know, and you can leave. After all, you’re not having such a bad time, are you?” I said.

      Diego sat down and leaning on one arm; he looked at me straight in the eye and said:

      “Can you explain to me what happened last night? Or rather, I know what happened; we had dinner, we had a great time, we had some good wine, we got to the hotel, you made me have sex with you.”

      “Stop, stop… I made you have sex? I didn’t notice that you resisted… It seemed to me that you enjoyed it like a beast, and you fucked me like a macho,” I said.

      Without looking away, Diego responded:

      “It’s true, I enjoyed it a lot, between the wine and the day we had, I was wiped out, but I didn’t fuck you; you fucked me; you were passive because you ate my dick, but your attitude was absolutely active. You had me devoted to you, with my cock hard erected and my balls loaded; you used me as you pleased.”

      Not understanding again if his comment was a claim or just that, a word, I added:

      “As you say…”

      We stayed a few seconds in silence. Diego supported his back on the head of the bed; he was semi-sitting, exposing to my delight his hairy chest.

      “In short, did you have a good time?” I asked.

      Diego turned his head to look at me and said:

      “I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I had a great time… It’s the first time I’ve ever been inside a male… It’s the first time that I fuck a male… A divine sensation of the tight hole, a new sensation to feel the way you gripped and relaxed your asshole around my dick; evidently, you have a lot of experience.”

      “Did you notice that I kissed you with my mouth full of your sperm?” I asked.

      “Yes, yes… I drank some glasses of Malbec, but I’m not an idiot. I never thought I would do something like that… You’re perverting me, fellow!” he answered.

      In that instance of the conversation, my cock was hard because of the lustful situation generated in me, adding the memory of the previous night and having Diego a meter away, naked and talking about these things, with his thick hoarse voice.

      “You mean the white kiss or fucking with a man?” I asked.

      “To both things, man… I have never thought that a guy would suck my dick, much less that he was going to ride on my cock, and even less that he was going to kiss me with his mouth full of sperm,” Diego said.

      I felt my dick was about to burst because I was peeing, in addition to being on fire. I stood up and again, with my dick erected under my boxers, I went to the bathroom saying:

      “I gotta piss bad.”

      I took a leak and brushed my teeth to refresh my mouth, which still had a taste of semen. I went back to the room and saw that Diego was in the same position, but he had pulled back the sheet and was shamelessly playing with his dick with one hand, while keeping his eyes closed.

      Standing in front of his bed, I exclaimed:

      “Phew, man…”

      He looked at me unmoved… The fellow was a rare case that continued to surprise me. He had only fucked with women until last night, but evidently, he had a very relaxed attitude towards guys, zero inhibitions, zero shame…

      For him, it was like, “I’m hot, I get a hard-on, so what? I play with my dick; what’s the big deal?” I thought his attitude was great, and it turns me on fire. I imagined that, certainly, he had participated in sex parties with one or more of his friends who were banging chicks.

      Diego got up and went to the bathroom; I could hear him peeing, and then he turned on the sink faucet.

      He came back, went to the window, and drew the curtains.

      “Oops. Tremendous storm; I don’t think I’ll be leaving today…” Diego said, walking back to bed, on which, like a boy, he jumped and threw himself on his back.

      I asked him if he thought we should order breakfast in the room, and he said:

      “That’s OK to me; with this storm, it makes no sense getting up so early.”

      I contacted the breakfast service and placed the order. They apologized, telling me they would be a little late; the suppliers and staff were delayed because of the storm.

      I hung up, the phone instantly rang. It was from the reception to let me know that, when leaving the hotel, the route was flooded and impassable, so we could not go to work. I thanked, thinking that the news could not be better. I told Diego, and he said:

      “It looks like we will have to stay here and work.”

      “It looks like that,” I replied, commenting that breakfast would take a little time to come.

      “Oops, nooo! I’m starving,” he said.

      I watched him, and as if he has a nervous tic, and as if he would not notice it, he began to play with his dick again.

      What he was doing excited me enormously. He was acting like a teenager.

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