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The next morning, I woke up and noticed that Diego was not in his bed. I heard the shower noise, looked at the clock, and realized that his flight would be leaving in an hour and a half.

I lay in bed, intrigued by his attitude and what he would say about what has happened last night.

He turned off the taps, and after a few minutes, I saw him enter the room with a bath towel tied around his waist. The image made me start to have an erection, enhanced by remembering the beautiful blowjob I had given him just a few hours ago.

I had loved giving him a blowjob, even though I wished I could have walked all over his body and given ourselves up to a hot and wild crossfire.

“Good morning,” I said.

Diego was surprised, looked at me, and responded:

“Good morning, I thought you were asleep… I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“There is no drama… Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Like a little angel, I really needed it,” he answered as if nothing had happened.

“I’m glad; I guess I must have helped a little,” I said.

Diego just made a gesture with his mouth and did not answer, so I was disconcerted; I did not understand if it was sorry for what we had done or what the hell was wrong with him.

I removed the sheets and sat up for a moment on the bed. Diego looked at my crotch, and without speaking, he drew the same gesture with his mouth.

I realized that my erection was notorious, and because of his mutism and cold behavior, I decided to act impudence, as he had done the night before.

I stood up, with my dick erected under my boxers, and as if I were alone, acting naturally, I walked to the bathroom. “Go fuck yourself, if you want to behave like that, fine, I did what I wanted, and I didn’t rape you; it was consensual, so go and talk to your psychologist…” I thought. Although work was involved, and that would last all year long, so I should avoid any kind of friction.

I went back to the room. Diego was finishing getting dressed and said:

“Hey, stay up a while longer, it’s too early, no sense you get up, the airport is only three blocks away, so let me go alone.”

I started to grab some clothes, and while I was getting dressed, I answered:

“No man, I’m awake; let’s have breakfast, and I’ll walk you to the airport.”

“As you wish,” answered Diego.

Really, at that moment, I felt like telling him to fuck herself, but I took a deep breath and shut up. Diego grabbed his backpack, and we went to the hotel’s breakfast room without a word.

After what happened during the night, I expected a friendlier conversation, closer to what two buddies could have, than what two co-workers have.

We arrived at the table, and unexpectedly he said:

“Gee man, don’t think I’m a Martian… what happened last night, I really liked it; I really needed it, and you can’t imagine how much.”

It was clear to me that he really needed it, and he needed it badly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a guy getting off as much milk and as much power as Diego had.

I asked him to lower his voice because I didn’t want to get exposed in front of the rest of the guests I passed by every day.

“You made me enjoy it like I haven’t in a long time, I haven’t had fucked for a long time because of the baby birth, and I haven’t filled a mouth with sperm for years; you’re an incredibly good sucker man,! You could teach; the case is that, until yesterday, except for some crossed handjob in my adolescence, I had never done something like that with a man,” he added.

He paused and continued:

“Besides, there is the work to be done, and I don’t want we have any trouble, neither you nor I.”

“That’s all right, Diego, relax, what happened yesterday stayed here, it’s personal and doesn’t have to be mixed up with the work; we had the chance, we had a good time, you needed it, you enjoyed it, you relaxed; I had a great time, you turned me on, I loved blowing you, and I’d do it again; that’s it, it’s here. Let’s just relax, focus on work, and let things flow, OK?” I said.

“OK,” Diego responded.

We finished breakfast and started walking to the airport, talking about work-related issues.

He checked in, and we sat down in the waiting saloon. We saw the plane land and quickly began boarding. We stood up, and as we did so, I placed a hand on his thigh; he looked at me and smiled. We said goodbye with a light hug, and I approached his ear and said:

“I hope that next Wednesday you will come loaded enough… I mean the clothes in your backpack…”

He looked at me, and I could read as his lips said:

“You are a son of a bitch!”

I returned to the hotel, trying to clear my head full of images about what had happened in the last twelve hours and trying to focus on the days of work that lay ahead…

That same day in the afternoon, Diego called me from the Buenos Aires office to adjust some work themes. We were about to cut, and he said:

“Ah, just so you know, I still have muy dick in red; I just came from the bathroom, where I had a huge handjob, thinking about you and what you did last night. I’m having trouble concentrating on my work; better get ready; I’ll be there on Wednesday with condensed milk.”

He left me speechless; I was surrounded by people, so I could not explain myself. I just responded:

“Ahh, well… on Wednesday we see it,” and finally, we cut.

On Friday, I returned home and left my wife extremely happy; we had sex as we hadn’t done for a long time. I put her on Doggy style, and I fucked her till I left her pussy in red.

The rest of the weekend went by quietly, enjoying the family. It was always short, pretty short. Not being able to do everything I would have liked, it was already Monday, and I traveled south again.

On Monday and Tuesday, we only spoke a couple of times, and nothing about what happened during that night of the previous week.

Finally, it was Wednesday again, and Diego arrived on the first flight. We met at the office and spent a pretty hectic morning at work.

I thought of going back to the hotel to get something to eat there and, basically, to put Diego in the room and empty his balls again.

It was one o’clock in the afternoon; I looked at him and said:

“Are we going to the hotel for lunch?”

Diego, with a sarcastic smile, answered:

“For lunch…? come on, let’s go for lunch…” emphasizing “lunch.”

A guy from another Company jumped up and said:

“Let’s all eat together at a restaurant downtown?”

I wanted to kill myself, and I wanted to kill this guy. There was no way to get away, and I will stay with my desire until next week. We looked at each other with Diego, made a gesture like “What are we going to do,” and went out together.

We spent the rest of the day working. At six o’clock, the cab arrived, and we left together for the hotel, where I would get off, and Diego would go directly to the airport. In the morning, he had told me that he would be traveling on the 06:45 p.m. flight instead of the 10:30 p.m.

Before leaving the office, I noticed that he talked on the phone for quite a while.

We arrived at the hotel, I moved as if to say goodbye, and he told me:

“No, I’ll come down with you.”

“But you are a jerk; you’re going to miss your flight,” I said.

“Forget about the flight,” he replied.

Not understanding what was going on, I greeted the taxi driver, who took me to and from the hotel every day and walked to the lobby.

“I don’t understand. Are you going to travel on the night flight?” I asked.

“After the frustration of noon, I made a change of plans; I changed my ticket to tomorrow; I talked to my wife and told her we had a lot of work, so I’m staying the night with you.”

His decision surprised me and made me happy; I thanked for this work, which gave me the possibility and the freedom for this kind of situation to happen.

Except for what happened last week, which had occurred by chance, I had never experienced the pleasure of spending the whole night with another man in a sexual context. That night, it would happen again, only this time, it was planned, not by me, but by Diego.

We had spent a pretty heavy workday, so I figured we would do the same routine as last week; first swimming pool, then dinner, then… whatever had to happen!

We passed by the reception, and I warned that Diego would stay in my room. I crossed a couple of words with the Manager, and we continued to the room. We threw our backpacks on the respective beds; Diego opened his and said:

“Here, thank you,” returning the clothes I had lent him last week.

“I won’t need to borrow anything today as I came equipped,” he added.

“Very good,” I said.

He went into the bathroom and left the door open; I heard he was taking a leak. I walked over to lower the air temperature. The command was next to the bathroom door, in the corridor leading to the bedroom.

Through the mirror that covered one of the walls, I could see that Diego was washing his dick in the sink and that it had grown. He didn’t realize I was standing there looking at him.

He put it away in his boxers, zipped up his pants, and walked out. He asked me what I was doing and stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes.

It was clearly visible that his dick was erected. I couldn’t help but tell him:

“I see that your state is to be always on fire.”

“It looks like I’m going to have to do something because I can’t go to the pool like this,” Diego responded.

“I guess not,” I said.

Without further ado, I knelt in front of him, unbutton his pants, unzipped them, slid the waist down to his feet, did the same with his boxers, and started playing with his dick.

I grabbed his cock with one hand, while with the other, I petted his abdomen and legs.

Diego stood there, leaning against the wall, looking at me from above and seeing us both reflected in the mirror across the corridor. Diego’s dick quickly grew, and I started to suck it; I took it out of my mouth and licked it, licked the whole pipe, returned to the glans, kissed it, went down to his balls, which I sucked very slowly.

Diego put his hands on my head and started playing with my hair as he said:

“No way I was going to miss this; I haven’t stopped thinking about it since last Wednesday.”

I continued to blow him with real skill; I rubbed his drooling dick all over my face; I made him spin so that he would be on his side in the mirror and be able to look at me while I gave him such a blowjob.

I was pretty lustful to see that dick scraping itself with my unshaven beard, to see myself reflected in the mirror while I enjoyed his glans between my lips.

I leaned his dick against his abdomen to leave it standing upright, holding it with one hand and observing how it surpassed his navel. I started to go through its length with the tip of my tongue, biting his frenulum, going down along its whole length, following his scrotum, first a ball, then the other, then both at the same time.

I bent down more so I could do an excellent job with his perineum. I noticed that Diego spread his legs a bit, opening the way for me to continue working on that sensitive area.

Diego encouraged me with his words, telling me:

“Yes, yes, you do it well, make me enjoy it, do whatever you want, suck my dick as you know, baby.”

Having understood that Diego was open and willing to enjoy, I decided to finish this session quickly and leave the main course for the evening, when we would have relaxed by water and satiated by dinner and alcohol.

I returned to his dick, which I began to suck at an even pace, until his spasms and drowned out screams arrived, while he began to fill my mouth with thick semen stored in his balls for days to give it to me.

He took my head and began to move his pelvis, fucking my mouth tremendously, to the point of drowning me. He came with his glans to my uvula, depositing more sperm, which inevitably slipped directly down my throat.

He put me in a state of ecstasy; indeed, he had gotten out of control too, and did not stop whispering:

“Yes, yes, yes, yes. So… there goes more,” he said, depositing a third squirt of sperm into my mouth.

Diego was left leaning against the wall; I noticed his thighs marked and his legs shaking with tension. His dick began to relax and turning again; I continued to suck him while he looked at me in the mirror. A few more drops came out of the tip of his glans.

Diego kept saying:

“Gee, man! that’s it, you’ve squeezed me, I’ve got nothing left; you’re a fierce man, you filed my dick with your mouth; I don’t know where you learned to work with your tongue and lips like that, but I’m going to send my wife to you to give her some lessons.”

I couldn’t get rid of his penis, so I kept on sucking it and rubbing it in my face, with absolute fascination and kinkily.

“Your wife must love when you suck her pussy like this; you must make her crazy,” Diego said.

And the truth is that Diego wasn’t wrong. Before I put my dick in her pussy, I usually make her reach several orgasms by working her clitoris with my tongue.

I left his dick alone, watching it hanging between his legs, wet from the mixture of my saliva and his semen. It was very tempting, and I wanted to keep on giving him a new blowjob, but I stood up and said:

“Let’s go to the pool.”

“Come on, let me wash my dick and change,” he said.

We got ready to go to the pool and went there. We stayed in the water until our balls were wrinkled.

We returned to the room and threw ourselves into our own beds, falling completely asleep.

We woke up around nine o’clock and dressed for dinner. We decided to go to a restaurant outside the hotel, so I asked for a cab.

We had pasta, accompanied by a delicious Malbec from Bodegas del Fin del Mundo. It was an incredible dinner as if we were friends, zero work. We told each other a little bit about our lives since we didn’t know each other very well.

We returned to the hotel. I saw that Diego leaned his head against the back of the seat and closed his eyes. He was taking a deep, relaxed breath. The effects of the wine were being felt.

Without a word, and sure that the driver could not see me, I rested my left hand on his bulge. Diego didn’t say anything, he just opened his eyes and closed them again, so I realized I had a clear path.

I continued petting his bulge all the way.

Diego just kept moving, trying to make room for his dick, wich keep growing trapped inside his pants.

We arrived at the hotel and went straight to the room. After brushed our teeth, we went to bed. Diego sat down and took off his shoes, then the jean.

“I’m exhausted,” he said, as he struggled with the buttons on his shirt, which he couldn’t unbutton.

I walked up to him and said:

“I see that the wine has had its effect; let me help you.”

The first two buttons were unbuttoned, so I went straight to the third one. The touch of my hands on Diego’s chest set me on fire. Playing a game of all or nothing, I took his face with both hands, bringing my lips to his.

Diego moved away from me.

“Stop, stop…” he said.

He lay on his bed, face up. I threw myself beside him; our faces brushed against each other; I turned, and our lips met each other.

Diego turned his head to avoid it; I stood still to not pressure him. Surprisingly, he turned to me again, looking me straight in the eye; I could read in his eyes that he was saying, “OK, go ahead, I give myself up, I want to experiment, teach me.”

Diego remained motionless, letting my lips rest on his lips, allowing my tongue to slowly run through his mouth and my teeth to tenderly bite his lips.

“Gee, man, the desire to kiss you that I had,” I said, as I continued to kiss him, more and more passionately.

I continued taking off his shirt, and I did the same with his boxers.

I remembered the day he had been introduced to me in the Buenos Aires office, more than three months ago, and the attraction he had provoked in me since that first meeting. Now I had him there, lying on a bed, naked and giving in.

I began to run my tongue across his chest, playing with my fingers between his hair, biting his nipples. I lay down on him and brought his hands to my buttocks; I opened my legs so that they would be outside his. I continued to go around his abdomen, the perimeter of his navel, I went down looking for his dick, I continued with his scrotum, his perineum, I licked his crotches very skillfully, while Diego began to squirm.

I continued to go down his thighs, his tibias; I reached his feet and licked his fingers one by one, to then continue with those of his hands.

Diego’s dick was hard again as if a long time had passed without any sperm being released, and only three hours earlier, it had been squeezed out of my mouth.

Diego continued with his eyes closed as if he didn’t want to know what was happening and gave himself over to being wrapped up in it for all the pleasure he could get.

I reached for my backpack and grabbed a box of condoms and a lubricant bottle that I always carried with me. I went back to Diego’s dick, and while I suck it, with one hand, I started to fill my back door with gel, sticking a couple of fingers in to lubricate it well and dilate it a little.

I put a condom on his penis, and very slowly, squatting in front of him, I began to descend so that his glans would start to open my asshole. I closed my eyes, sighed, and went down even further, feeling that beautiful pipe beginning to open up.

I opened my eyes to see Diego’s face, which was still with closed eyes. I stood still for a while, trying to relax to relieve the slight pain I felt from being drilled by such a big dick.

To my surprise, Diego grabbed my waist with both hands. I began to ride very slowly, giving me time to get used to his cock’s dimensions. It had been a long time since I had seen a dick that size.

“This is divine, to feel my dick so firmly trapped,” said Diego.

I began to squeeze and relax my sphincter, eating the penis with my ass. I increased the rhythm of my ride, and despite wanting to eternalize the moment, my fire got the better of me. Without controlling myself, I began to shoot my load, which crashed into Diego’s chest abdomen, which continued without 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.