1. Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3


    Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Mature, Author: brownboi4any, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    f***efully fucked my face harder. His essence flowed into me for long seconds. I didn’t have to swallow it; all his ooze was injected directly into my esophagus. When his hands released my head, I automatically detached and immediately began gasping for air and coughing. I felt like I was going to spit my lungs out of my mouth. My eyes were flooded; tears cascaded down my cheeks because of the intense gagging. Alfonso breathed deep, trying to relax. He laid his head back and just kept staring at the ceiling of the truck cabin with frozen-fish, wide-open eyes. He stayed in almost catatonic state for about a minute before he said anything. He finally said “Fuck… you sure know how to suck cock, my boy. I have not gotten one this good in years”. Alfonso always knew how to get a smile out of me. And being always so nice to me, he never completely retrieved his right hand from the back of my head; but this time he was only caressing my head and brushing tenderly my hair with his strong fingers. However, winding-down time didn’t last more than a few seconds. “Oh Shit! The steel… we gotta go back!” he said when he remembered he had told Luis he was going to receive the steel bars shipment. By the time my head and eyes were clear, Alfonso had already backed up the pick out of the hidden marsh path and we were already on the way to the plant. We got there in less than two minutes. When we got off the pick-up, Alfonso went straight to the cargo-bed truck carrying the steel. I headed ...
    to the project field office to retrieve my field note book; then I made my way to the location where the foundation for the new distribution tank was being prepared and continue my daily duties. I tried not to think too much about what had just happened a few minutes before. Now that the euphoria of the moment had passed, that next hour was a blur. Even though I was doing my best to talk to the surveyor about location points and some other technical bull shit, the truth was that I could stop thinking about Alfonso now. The mental images were impregnated in my brain. I couldn’t erase the image of him at the top of the sedimentation pond slope looking at me with his marvelous dangling cock. And trying to take that memory away would only be replace by the very fresh, burning memory of him kissing me, thrusting his strong tongue in my mouth, or his huge penis approaching my face, penetrating my lips and ultimately fucking my mouth. After finishing talking with the surveyor, I walked aimlessly project site, still immersed in my thoughts. For a moment I was able to clear my head just to realize that I had drifted away from the crowd of workers and u*********sly hidden behind an offline bulldozer. I couldn’t remember anything of what I had been discussing with the surveyor. When I looked at my field book, which I had involuntarily place on the clay-crusted caterpillar chain, I noticed that I had written only a few meaningless words that made no sense. I was really confused. I was ...
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