1. Flamenco Beach - Part 4


    Date: 2/13/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Voyeur, Author: brownboi4any, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    listening to music. What little game we caught that day, we ate it during the same trip. And yes, we more than satiated our lust for each other. By the time we had come back that evening from our fishing trip, even though we had barely fished anything, Alfonso and I had certainly had the most incredible time together. That night at my room, I had forgotten all about Canelo; even his face. All I could think about was Alfonso. I felt all was fixed; or at least, for the following weeks at least. When I wiped my brain of all regarding Canelo, I, unfortunately, also removed from my mind his speech about Alfonso and I not being careful enough about hiding our relationship. On that account, it turned out that Canelo was right. Alfonso and I continued our furtive encounters for about two months. By that time, things had turned a bit uncomfortable. Some people, including his wife, our boss, Mr. Ramirez, and some other co-workers began noticing our peculiar behavior. Rumors started rising and my presence became awkward at some places. Culebra is a small island with a small community, so it was only a matter of time before people would become aware of things. And consequently, that became my queue to move on with my life and career. Soon after, I found a new job away from Culebra Island in my hometown, San Juan, so I left. As expected, ...
    Alfonso and I had already begun to distance from each other weeks before my departure. I saw sadly how the flame of our romance slowly extinguished. Obviously, on the final days, there were no more fishing trips, or escapades to the hidden road or the pond. And our already waning friendship vanished. After I left Culebra, I made a few weak attempts to staying in touch with him, but after making sure that it was obvious that Alfonso was not really interested anymore, I let go. I never left with a grudge, though, and always remembered our affair with fondness. We did see each other again, but that was not until many years later. After our disappointing encounter, someone confirmed me a week later that Canelo had indeed left for New Jersey that Saturday. I kept in touch with Gwenn for a while and I learned through her that shortly after their visit to Culebra that Hank had accepted a job in Europe. Soon after, she moved to the west coast and we eventually lost contact. Finally, although I didn’t do it as often as I used to, every once in a while, I still would spend some leisure time at Flamenco Beach in the afternoons after work during my last weeks. And I always kept an eye open for the possibility of seeing the sexy stranger that broke me and taught me what real lust was for the first time, but to no avail. I never saw any of them again.
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