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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.

I decided to pick up the conversation that had been cut short by trips to the bathroom, and I said:

“Hey, haven’t you ever tasted your own semen?”

He looked at me, half surprised, and said:

“The truth is that I’ve always had a lustful feeling about the idea, and I often tell my wife that after filling her pussy with milk I’m going to suck it out to clean it up, but I finish, I lose that libidinous feeling, and then I’m disgusted. I ended up in my hand several times to try it later, but the same thing happens to me; after getting off, I lose my lustful and don’t dare.”

He paused and continued:

“Last night was my debut, between the kisses, the warmth, the wine, and considering that I was almost raped… (he added sarcastically) what do I know? People should try everything, right?”

Heh, heh, just to me, he came to say that… “People should try everything…”

Of course, if Diego was open to trying everything, he had crossed paths with the right male. My dick was erect again, and I couldn’t help it. I noticed that Diego’s had also grown larger.

“How was your first jizz swallow?” he asked.

I told him that, the first time, I was doing some contorting, bringing my legs back, putting my arms behind my knees to get my dick to my mouth; I managed to do it, and that was my debut, with my own glans resting on my lips and discharging jizz inside my mouth.

“Gee man… what elasticity and what a lustful situation,” he said.

“Yes, very lustful… only at this point in my life, I don’t even try it because I would break my body into two parts,” I replied.

Diego laughed. I noticed that his dick was fully erect and that he was shamelessly rubbing it with his hand as if he were alone; clearly, the conversation had turned him on.

I added:

“Besides, why do that alone, if there are guys like you with I can enjoy much more?”

After a pause, I continued in a lustfully way:

“And why rub your dick with your hand if I can help you with my mouth?”

Without finishing the sentence, I threw myself on his bed, I withdrew his hand, and very slowly, I began to suck his dick as if it was the first time.

Diego left his two arms resting next to his body, spread his legs a bit, and gave himself over to the pleasure. The early hour and the little sleep time made everything very quiet, without despair; I would even say sweetly.

I gave him a slow, very slow blowjob. In the middle of the work, I changed my position to leave my dick near his face. I continued to suck him, running my hands over his hairy legs, which made me very hot.

“Why did you get like that? What do you want?” he asked.

I did not say a word and continued to suck him. It wasn’t necessary to explain what I wanted, and I would not ask him to do it. I left my erect dick within reach; if he cheered up and sucked me off, well, one more step, if not, all right, it was enough for me to lend me his cock to squeeze it out.

I noticed that Diego took my dick with one hand and started to jerk me off; I emitted a moan to indicate that I liked what he was doing. I continued my work, slowly going up and down his trunk, starting to explore his crotch. I ate his balls tenderly and went to his perineum, which I licked for a while.

I decided to go a little further; I lifted his legs and, attentive to his response, continued with my tongue towards his asshole, which I started to touch around slowly, spitting on it and licking it only with the tip of my tongue.

Diego began to utter exclamations of pleasure:

“Uy, phew… Yeah…”

With the idea of leaving him horny and intrigued by the pleasure he was feeling through the exploration I was practicing around his asshole, I returned to his dick and continued with the blowjob.

Diego had started to move more, and surprisingly, I felt the heat from his mouth, beginning to wrap around my glans…

Yes! Diego had dared to try; he had grabbed my dick with one hand and had taken it to his mouth to start blowing me.

I pulled my pelvis closer to his face, making him swallow my entire dick. Diego began to give rhythm to the blowjob and initiated to experience something new with his sexuality. That fact that he was sucking me drove me crazy.

I grabbed his cock and started giving him a wild blowjob.

Diego grabbed my head with both hands, a clear sign that he was coming, and quickly began to fill my mouth with sperm.

He took my dick out of his mouth and began to exclaim with pleasure, and then continued to blow me. I continued in his crotch until he took out the last drop of milk.

Diego was still attached to my dick like a baby to its mother. I stood up and asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. Without speaking, he complied with my request.

I stood in front of him, with my dick about to explode and at the height of his mouth. I approached him, and without saying anything, Diego took my dick and slowly sucked on it. He would grab my glans with his lips, then stick it down his throat, pull it out, spit it out and suck it back in.

I felt that I had no more room; I took his head with both hands to set the rhythm and started moving my pelvis to fuck his mouth.

Surrendered to the inevitable and no longer able to stop the explosion, I warned him that I was coming. He took my cock out of his mouth, leaving the first splooge jet printed between his lips and nose. I don’t know if it was because of the smell, the sensation, the extreme horny he was, or the curiosity of trying, which made Diego put my cock in his mouth again, where I explosively deposited a second stream of sperm. He made a gesture like nausea but swallowed it and continued to suck my dick; he took hold of my dick in such a way that I thought he would end up pulling it out.

The sound of tremendous thunder was heard, and at the same time, I was invaded by a new spasm. Diego didn’t stop until my balls were completely empty, while I was moaning uncontrollably.

I really didn’t care if they could hear me from the adjoining rooms, and I wasn’t sure if they were occupied either.

Finally, Diego took my dick out of his mouth, and holding it in one hand, he looked up, meeting my gaze. Watched my own sperm hanging from his chin made me feel lustful. The buttery liquid was splattered all over his dark rustic beard. I took his face with both hands; I ate his mouth with a deep kiss and started licking his face, collecting that delicacy with my tongue and returning to his mouth to share it with him. We did it until we swallowed the last drop.

I sat on my bed in front of him and saw that Diego, still sitting, resting his elbows on his legs, brought his head down and, taking it between both hands, moved to the sides, as if it were a gesture of denial.

“Ufff…!, unbelievable!” he said, raising his head and looking straight into my eye.

“I don’t understand what you do, man… you have such a magnetism, such a skin, such a special way of behaving and carrying things, that you can make anyone crazy, you idiot; do you realize that…?” he added.

I was attentive to his words. I wasn’t surprised because it was a frequent comment, but hearing it from Diego, warmed me up badly.

“The worst thing is that you are a tremendous actor. I see you at work, the tranquility with which you handle yourself, how reserved you are… it would never have occurred to me that your sex life would be like that, so broad, so open to everything… You are incredibly lustful; you know how to get into the right places and say the right words,” he continued.

“Well, man, thanks, and I’m glad you’re enjoying it!” I said.

“I can’t believe it… I sucked a dick… sucked a man…! sucked your dick, a co-worker, and swallowing your sperm!” he exclaimed.

I smiled lustfully, approached him and gave him a sweet kiss, and then hugged him. Until that moment, we had never hugged like that.

We were startled by the knock on the door; it was our breakfast, or indeed, our second breakfast.

I was starving too. I put on a robe and went to the door. The heavy rain continued to fall, the thunder was coming, and I had the best job in the world, with a companion who was still lying on the bed in the heat of the moment, ready to give in to new experiences. In my life, I had never had such an opportunity like that.

In a while, we would have to get to work, and then, who knows? Time would flow, and whatever had to come out would come out…