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      Stories of a married man

      “Flying South”

      By Gonzalo Narvreón

      Original title: Volando al sur

      Traduced by Gonzalo Narvreón

      © STORIES OF A MARRIED MAN - Flying South -

      © Gonzalo Narvreón

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      Dedication

      To all men who are encouraged to experience the pleasures of sex, without inhibition and blindness

      Gonzalo Narvreón

      Índice

      Chapter I - Flying South.

      Chapter II - Discovering another way.

      Chapter III - Stormy day – The morning.

      Chapter IV - The storm did not abate.

      Chapter V - Rainy afternoon.

      Chapter VI - Red hot flight.

      Chapter VII - Sunny week.

       Chapter VIII - Labour Day.

       Chapter IX - Relaxed afternoon.

       Chapter X - Two to one.

       Chapter XI - Reflection time.

       Chapter XII - My reunion with the pinkish petal.

       Chapter XIII - Diego, Skype, and Matías.

       Chapter XIV - Diego’s returns.

       Chapter XV - Night of confessions.

       Chapter XVI - Diego’s surrender.

       Chapter XVII - The day after.

      Chapter XVIII - Sexual fantasies and a new toy.

      Chapter XIX Three Adam’s and an Eve.

       Chapter XX - Dream night.

       Chapter XXI - The return.

      Introduction

      On this typical torrid summer night that hit Buenos Aires, I woke up excited and drenched in sweat.

      Unable to fall asleep, and wandering in my memories, images from experiences I lived some time ago, when I was working in Patagonia, in the South of Argentina, emerge. Experiences I have treasured in my memory, and about which I have not written until now…

      To preserve my identity and those involved, I will omit some details about my work and specific places, although the names and characters are real.

      G. Narvreón

Chapter I

      Flying South.

      I was hired to work on a project located in Patagonia, in the South of Argentina, which would last approximately one year. From Monday to Friday, I would stay there, returning to Buenos Aires on weekends to share with my family.

      I joined the Company, and the first two months of work were spent in the Buenos Aires offices. It was there that I met Diego, with whom I would work in this venture and whose wife was about to give birth to their second child.

      Diego was a few years younger than me. He was far from the traditional stereotype of beauty; thick voice, slim build, prominent but not exaggerated nose, Turkish look; beautiful and buying smile, looking a short stubble beard, at least at that time; hairy body… The neck under Adam’s apple is one of the first things I watch when I meet a guy to find out if he has a hairy body… That got me on.

      I found Diego to be a nice person. However, at times, I confess that I felt like killing him because of his overbearing character, making decisions, and giving orders without consulting or warning me.

      We made the first trip south together; we had to test ground, contact some local characters involved in the project, and select a hotel where I would reside during my stay from a list the client had given us as options. Once the itinerary was finished, we returned to Buenos Aires that same afternoon, with a few more precise ideas.

      Finally, the day arrived when I had to leave the family and travel alone. It took me a while to adapt to the pace of flying, to being away from home and going to bed alone from Monday to Friday.

      Soon I took a liking to the comforts of living in a hotel, in a lovely room, without anyone busting my balls, coming to my place from work, taking a shower, leaving everything behind, going to the pool for a while, putting on a robe, and watching TV, just scratching my nuts, without complaints or claims…

      Ninety-five percent of the guests at the hotel where I stayed were there for work, most of them working for Oil or Energy Companies. We soon began to greet each other as we passed in the lobby, in the corridors, or on flights, always the same faces and the same routine.

      With the hotel Manager, a nice guy, too tall and thin, we liked each other from the first moment. I had asked the reception staff to reserve the same room for me because I didn’t want to arrive every Monday and be running around the entire hotel, sleeping in a different place every week, as was the case during the first few weeks.

      On Wednesday, while I was in the lobby with Diego, I got up to go to the toilet; I was pee, and I saw the Manager come in, who, leaning on the sink counter, said:

      “It’s a little strange to chase you here, but are you sure you’re going to stay every week until the end of the year?”

      “Yes, I assure you; until the end of the year, I’ll be here at least from Monday to Friday, so assign me a fixed room; anyway, any change that comes up, I’ll let you know in advance,” I answered.

      “OK,” he said.

      I returned to the lobby and told Diego what had happened since it had been a somewhat strange situation… The hotel Manager following me to the toilet to ask me that question…?

      Diego, laughing aloud,

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