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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, said:

“Be careful; it is not the thing that he gets into your room.”

A work schedule was organized, according to which every Wednesday there would be a coordination meeting with those involved in the project, so Diego and other participants from other companies would travel from Buenos Aires. They would arrive on the first flight in the morning and return to Buenos Aires on the night’s last flight, with few exceptions.

We would often return to the hotel for lunch and then go to the room to watch a little TV, lying on the beds. My room was located on the ground floor, it had a window overlooking the park, where I could see the swimming pool. It was furnished with two one and a half beds, a desk, and a small round table for eating.

When we entered the room, Diego used to take off his shoes, threw himself on the bed, and lay down, relaxed, taking advantage of every minute he could sleep. This scene made me feel lustful. His wife had already given birth, and the baby was taking away his sleep. For a few weeks, that was the rhythm…

This happened when airports had many radar problems, so you never knew when a flight was leaving or arriving if it was parting and arriving.

It was Wednesday, after a hard day’s work, around 06:00 p.m., we returned to the hotel and stayed in the lobby drinking something fresh. It was the end of February, and it was sweltering.

Diego called Aerolíneas Argentinas to confirm his flight and was informed that it was canceled, so he would return to Buenos Aires the next day on the first flight in the morning.

He cursed for a while because he wanted to return to his family and called his wife to let her know that he would not be traveling. Diego had no choice but to stay in the South. If he took a bus; he would arrive later than if he waited for the next day’s flight because of the distance to Buenos Aires.

Anyway, there would be no accommodation problems, since he would stay with me in the room, and no money either since the Client paid for travel expenses.

The real problem was beginning to be me because libidinous thoughts started to run inside my head… Except for one experience some years ago, I had never shared a room with a colleague before.

“With the heat, it would be nice to go to the pool for a while, but the problem is that I don’t have shorts or clothes to change into,” said Diego.

“Forget it, I’ll lend you some shorts and then give you some clean clothes; next week, you’ll bring them to me, no drama,” I replied.

I traveled every week with many clothes and the ones I didn’t use, I left at the hotel.

“Well, since I have to stay, I’ll take advantage of the hotel services,” said Diego.

I thought, “You have no idea of the services this hotel can offer you…”

“OK, let’s go…” I said.

We went to the room, I gave him bath shorts and flip-flops. I thought he would go to the bathroom to change, but he started to undress, without any kind of prejudice, staying bollock naked in front of me.

He took off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest, no belly, hairy arms, and to my surprise, quite toned biceps.

I had to make a great effort to hide my stares and not be so obvious. Diego remained seated on the edge of the bed, with his chest uncovered. He took off his shoes, got up again, and took off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

Oh God, legs also hairy, very hairy… What a beautiful sight this guy was giving me.

Without being able to control it, I started to have an erection, and I had to think of something else to distract me; I also had to change, and I couldn’t stay in front of him with my erect cock.

He went to the bathroom to pee, and I thought he would change there, but no. He went back to the bed, took off his boxers as if he were alone, exposing his dick and his whole nature.

Clearly, he had benefited from the cast. His dick looked thick and of an above-average length; his nuts accompanied proportionally; much pubic hair, a hairy male, of those that could take my breath away.

He put on his swimming shorts… I tried to play the fool, but I couldn’t resist tempting to look up and down at him. As he pulled up his short, he looked at me and said:

“It fit me well…”

“Great, great”! I replied.

“You look great, you are handsome, you turn me on, and now what am I going to do,” I thought.

I stayed still naked, my semi-erected dick, and I didn’t want him to see me, so I turned my back on him. I took a pair of T-shirts from the drawer, threw one at him, and we went straight to the pool.

It was usual that the swimming pool was not very crowded and that afternoon was no exception. We took off our flip-flops, left bath towels and cell phones on the deck chairs, and jumped into the pool.

It was refreshing to contact freshwater; personally, it was particularly useful for cooling my dick, which was not yet down and was still half-erected.

We stayed at the shallow end of a pool, enjoying the water and talking. Diego asked me how I had adapted to the pace of traveling every week and being away from the family; I told him how I had been living the experience. On the one hand, I missed the family, but I had gotten used to the hotel amenities; the staff was friendly, and knowing that I was alone, they were always willing to share a conversation. I felt comfortable staying there.

Surprisingly, Diego commented:

“I can imagine how you must spend your weekends with your wife, considering the ban from Monday to Friday… Unless the Hotel Manager helps you…” (alluding to the toilet episode).

“Don’t be a jerk…” I said, laughing and answering his question; I added: “The truth is that Friday and Saturday I have a great hard fuck with my wife; I get sexual discharge to stay calm for the rest of the week…”

“I imagine… lucky you… With the quarantine issue, I not even that… on top of that, I need to sleep because the baby won’t let us sleep a wink,” said Diego.

“Well, tonight, you get the urge… to sleep peacefully, I mean…” I said, smiling sarcastically.

Diego understood my snarky comment correctly; he looked at me and fell about laughing… We crossed some conversations with a couple of guys from Buenos Aires who were also working there and, like us, were enjoying the pool. As night fell, we got out of the water and went into the room…

Diego said:

“You take a shower first, but let me take off my shorts, so I don’t get everything wet.”

He was left naked, put on a white robe, and threw himself on his back on the bed. That image turned me on, seeing his legs and hairy chest, relaxed, knowing that he hadn’t fucked for who knows how long… He rested his head on the pillow, closed his eyes, relaxed, and with the sound of the television in the background, he quickly fell asleep.

I went to the bathroom, got into the shower, and gave myself an awesome milkshake because I knew that, if I wouldn’t, I would be with a hard cock all night long…

I got out of the bathroom, sat up on the bed, and saw that Diego was still fast asleep. I had the urge to touch him with my hand, to intertwine my fingers with his hair, but I knew I couldn’t have a risk like this because we were co-workers and if he refused, it would create a very uncomfortable and complicated situation for both of us.

I rested on my bed for a while until I was startled by the phone, causing Diego to wake up. It was a call from the front desk, asking me if my partner would be sleeping in my room, as the rate was changing. The hotel staff was always aware of the flight situation. I responded, yes, we would share the room.

Diego, stretching out and still with his eyes closed, said:

“I fell into a deep sleep and even dreamt.”

“I realized that…” and provoking him, I added:

“Tell me about your dream, which must have been very hot because you even had an erection.”

Undaunted and lying down as he was, he opened his robe, looked at his dead cock, and asked:

“Really? It’s dead.”

“No, you idiot, I’m joking you…” I said.

That kind of game was fun for me. Although Diego didn’t show any hint at all about his sexuality, it was clear that he was an uninhibited guy, unshamed, and fundamentally, he had given me the valuable information that it passed a long time since he had fucked.

He got up and went to take a shower. With the excuse of brushing my teeth, I went into the bathroom, with the explicit intention of seeing him naked while he was soaping up under the shower and making sure that he wouldn’t spank the monkey to mitigate his accumulated horny, a product of his quarantine.

Without paying attention to my presence, Diego passed the soap through his chest, his pubic hair, balls, through his buttocks; zero prejudice the man.

I left the bath hot like boiled water and left him alone; I went to the closet and left on his bed boxers, pants, socks, and a sweater. Diego appeared in the room with a white bath towel tied around his waist; few images hotter than a hairy male in that situation.

“I left you some clothes there,” I said, asking if they were OK.

“Perfect, thank you, next week you’ll have come back clean,” he said.

“No problem,” I replied, thinking, “Leave the boxer unwashed so I can keep it as a souvenir…”

We got dressed and went to the snack bar to eat something; we didn’t feel like leaving the hotel. We ordered some beers and had a relaxed dinner. The idea of having too much to drink came to me as if to leave Diego half weak due to the effects of alcohol, but I thought, “Men don’t do those things…”

We went back to the bedroom, each one went to the bathroom, and threw each other into bed. Diego got undressed, stayed in his boxers, and didn’t cover up; I did the same. We turned on the TV, and started watching a Z-class movie. In one scene, the protagonist entered a Pole Dance Bar where easy women were dancing on the pole, and Diego began to comment on the tits of a blonde one. I noticed that his cock was getting bigger.

The same thing began to happen to me as it did to Diego, but not only because of the blonde but because of what was available near to me and without the possibility of moving forward, for fear of turning out badly.

I started to play along and said:

“Wow, this bitch must fuck like;crazy… Just imagine her dancing in front of you, showing her tits while making you a blowjob!; or fucking her together, making her a double penetration, or one dick in her mouth and other in her pussy?” I said.

Diego looked at me and said:

“Man… don’t be a jerk… I’m on fire, and you come to me with these comments… I have my balls that explode… I didn’t imagine you were such a piggy…”

“And, you have no idea how kinky I can be,” I answered.

“We’d better turn everything off, I won’t be able to sleep, and I need it…” added Diego, and we did.

I couldn’t fall asleep. Despite the solitaire I had played in the shower, I had my dick erect against the mattress.

With the light off and the blackout closed, I couldn’t see anything, but just the fact that I had this hairy big dick man lying three feet away from my bed, kept turning on my sexual thoughts.

I noticed that Diego was going around and around until, at one point, he just stood there.

Suddenly, I thought I heard a kind of moaning, so I turned on the light. There Diego was, lying on his back, with his boxers under his waist, playing with his dick.

Without leaving his cock, he looked at me and said:

“The truth is that I couldn’t take it anymore; either I jerk off, or I don’t sleep…”

I sat on my bed and looked at him. The first thing that came out of my mouth without thinking much was:

“Wow, man, you have a big dick.”

“The truth is that it was the comment of every girl I slept with,” and he added, “Yours is not far behind, man.” while he was looking at my crotch.

I hadn’t even noticed, but my dick looked like a mast and was sticking out of my boxers…

“Jerk off, too, because you’re not going to be able to sleep,” said Diego and added, “Do you like to be sucked?”

He surprised me with the question since it was not clear to me if he was proposing to suck my dick, or if he had thrown it away as a comment between males. I told him that I enjoyed it very much and asked him:

“Do you like it?”

“Who doesn’t like it?” replied Diego.

“Of course,” I thought; “Diego’s question was foolish, and mine was also…”

“Of course I do, I love it, but my wife never liked me to come in her mouth, and doing that gets me pretty lustful; I enjoyed it very much as a bachelor, but at this point, I even forgot what it feels like,” he added.

The son of a bitch was talking to me and wouldn’t stop to wank. In the face of so much unawareness and without realizing it, I found myself touching my dick.

Throwing myself into the void, I said:

“Do you want to remember?”

Diego, looking straight into my eye, asked:

“What does your comment means? do you have an easy woman, or does the hotel have a book or something like that?”

I had already jumped off the trampoline, and clearly, this was no time for regrets. I stood up, crossed the space that separated our beds, and with one hand, went straight to grab Diego’s erected big dick, afraid of the reaction he might have.

Diego took out his hand and let me catch his beautiful “black pudding” with mine.

“Phew, I wasn’t expecting this one… Do you want a crossed wank?” he said.

I didn’t expect that answer. Was Diego willing to grab my cock.?

He sat down on the bed, and with one hand, he took my dick while I took his. We started to jerk off each other…

He stretched out his legs and said: “This is what co-workers are for, right?"

I didn’t say a word and concentrated on feeling his cock’s heat between my hand and the pressure of his hand catching mine. Diego closed his eyes, I walked with my eyes along the length of his hairy legs, I climbed up to my hand to observe his dick that was firmly trapped… I couldn’t resist any longer. I got down on my knees on the floor, between his legs and in front of him.

Diego opened his eyes and told me:

“I can’t believe it… I thought this was just a matter of crossed jerking off, but…”

Without giving him time to finish the sentence, I went with my mouth to catch that beautiful “black pudding” between my lips and began to sweetly suck on his glans. Diego didn’t stop me and began to say:

“Gee champ, how I needed this… yes, yes, slowly… I don’t think I can last long; I’m going to come fast.”

I started to go up and down with my mouth. Diego rested his arms at the sides of his body, letting the torso fall a little and handing me his cock, ready to enjoy the pleasure of the excellent task he was being subjected to.

At times, he would take my neck with one hand and push it down to the rhythm of my blowjob, and then he would pull his arm away again… He began to moan and wouldn’t stop talking:

“What a good blowjob; I needed to have this done…”

“Do you dare to the end, champion?” asked.

Diego had no idea that he didn’t even have to ask me for that…

Knowing the fact that he had recently become a father gave me the peace of mind of knowing that he was healthy and the idea of my mouth filling with semen got me kinky, and I would not miss the chance.

I took his dick out of my mouth and started licking his nuts, sucking them, licking his perineum, returning to his balls, and finally putting his whole dick back in my mouth.

I went up and down for a few minutes until, suddenly, Diego was sitting up on the bed and grabbed my head firmly with both hands to manage the rhythm, while started screaming:

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I took his dick out of my mouth and asked him not to scream because we would be heard from the adjoining rooms.

“Come on, man, keep on sucking that I’m coming,” he insisted.

“Yes, beast… fill my mouth with sperm,” I said.

I put his dick back between my lips, and in a few ups and downs, I felt a sea of semen flooding my mouth, to the point of not being able to contain such a flow.

A white thread began to spill from the corner of my mouth; I swallowed what I could while listening to Diego’s grunt of pleasure and how he tried to contain a cry of relief.

I felt another spasm and his shaking body, while a new spurt of semen was deposited on my palate.

I continued to lick his glans without giving it a rest; very slowly, I began to play with my tongue around its perimeter.

His spasms did not stop, and I could not let go of my toy. Overtaken by pleasure, he tried to push me away with his hands, but I did not let him and continued to suck on it.

Finally, Diego relaxed; he rested his arms on the bed again while looking carefully at my mouth’s play with his dick. I saw a drop of semen coming from the tip of his glans, and I wiped it off with my tongue. A thread of sperm was left taut between the tip of his penis and the tip of my tongue.

I looked him straight in the eye and gave him a pretty lewd smile. Diego ran his tongue over his lips; moving his head from one side to the other and almost miming, barely whispering, he said:

“Spectacular! a blow job from the anthology.”

I put his dick back in my mouth and continued to suck on it, feeling new spasms invade his body. His glans was very sensitive, and I realized that his balls were still loaded.

It didn’t take long, and because of my continuous ups and downs, he reshot his load again. Lustfully and looking into his eye, I began to pass through my lips, opening my mouth so that he could see my tongue filled with his thick sperm; I wanted him to watch as his nectar slipped down my tongue to disappear down my throat.

I left his dick red and his balls empty. Diego was left lying on his back on the bed, with his eyes closed and not moving, while I didn’t give him a break and continued to suck his dick.

Entirely sure that there was nothing left to get out of his balls, I lay down next to his body and asked him to give me return the favor. My cock remained erect, sensitive, and eager to squirt semen.

Diego stared at me and said:

“I’m sorry, man, if you want, I’ll jerk you off, but there’s no way I’ll suck your dick…”

Due to his answer, I just relaxed, letting him rub my dick. No passed a minute, and my sperm began to flow, covering his hand and mixing with his hairy arm and my hairy abdomen.

I took his hand and held it towards my mouth to clean it with my tongue. My dessert had been Diego’s milk and my own load.

Diego watched me swallow my own semen. With a libidinous smile drawn on his face, he surprisingly collected with his fingers the semen that was still deposited on my abdomen, to let it fall in drops into my mouth.

Without a word, he went to the bathroom and came back naked, with his dick hanging out, but still thick; he looked at me and said:

“Unexpected, extremely pleasant, necessary, and at the same time disturbing. Let’s sleep, and if you like, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

I just said:

“OK.”

I rested my head on the pillow, and still, with the delicious taste of his semen and mine embedded in my mouth, I fell asleep…