Hot and oppressive summer. I leave my office in a modern air-conditioned building and a wave of hot air exhausts my lung

Hot and oppressive summer. I leave my office in a modern air-conditioned building and a wave of hot air exhausts my lungs. "And now the subway!" I say I'm overwhelmed, just thinking about what awaits me. In it platform, the penetrating smells of humanity and the heat make me dizzy. At last The train arrives, at least inside the car is refrigerated. all seats They are busy, so I can't sit down and read the newspaper leisurely; but, fortunately, it is not crowded with people. Standing next to the door on the side that does not open, I lean on the railing and stood in front of a young man. Our eyes meet and he Hold mine with yours, deep and dark. He is a handsome North African who He looks about 25 years old, with dark skin and beautiful features. Wear a shirt short sleeves, open so that you can sense his strong and youthful chest, and a tight pair of pants that shows his entire masculine anatomy in detail. I undress him with my gaze and imagine his Moorish cock of a intense brown color and with a bare and bruised head. It excites me and he knows. She settles herself well on the bar, spreads her legs slightly and caresses herself slowly and discreetly the crotch, at the same time that a slight smile and his tongue moistens his lips. I look at him enthralled, I think I see the bulge move and grow of his package, while my penis tries to rise under the clothes that constrict him. I feel my underwear digging into him and it bothers me; it bothers me every time further; so without concealment I help him with my hands to free himself from the stocks. Now It points upwards and is clearly visible under the pants. He joins his lips, throws a soft kiss into the void and goes to the door Bad luck! Get off at the next station. I remain motionless, undaunted, watching it go away; but at the last moment I throw myself towards the door that almost trapped me. He doesn't know that I follow him and observe from a prudent distance as it moves. He sways his body like a reed swaying through the air, giving his butt a wobble that makes it irresistible, he goes happily and glad. We go outside; I don't know where we are, I followed him without look at the station; but I immediately recognized the place, a typical square of the old town. I no longer notice the heat, the fire that consumes me internally makes it insignificant. He heads towards a group of people, who receive him with affectionate greetings. Maghrebs, blondes from the east, blacks from the south, Sudacas from the other side of the world, form a multiracial market for young and illegal meat, which is offered to the highest bidder in vicious, selfish, old Europe. I observe them from afar; but he sees me, he comments something with his companions, everyone laughs and comes to meet me. He walks slowly, strutting, like a duel in a western movie, he knows he has me captivated and enjoy the moment. Poor revenge of a disinherited person! Face to face question, with a typical and topical resource to approach stranger: Can you give me a cigarette? "Sorry, I don't smoke," I reply, trying to maintain the false image of a strong man who dominates the situation. Are you looking for something? Continue insinuating. Could be.- I say, wanting to keep it unknown. A wide smile appears on his face, showing me his white and perfect teeth. Bring the tips of your thumb and index fingers together left and repeatedly passes the index finger of the other hand over the ring that has formed. Do you want to fuck with me? His direct attack disarms me, I am paralyzed by some moments without knowing what to say. When I react, panic invades me and I leave fleeing from that damn place. I come home panting and sweaty, my wife is already there surprised by my delay. How late are you arriving? Is something wrong with you? - Ask when you see me is this state No nothing, a lot of work and the heat.- I'm lying.- I'm going to shower Under cold water I mitigate the summer heat, but not my inner burning. I soap my erect cock and when I'm masturbating Frantically, I hear my partner telling me. Dear. When you finish, let me know that I'm going to give you a good massage. Naked face down, on the bed, I feel my hands woman on my shoulders but I don't relax. She turns me towards her, I look at her without see her, dressed only in a cool summer robe, without underwear and sitting on my belly, his sex against mine; but I'm not there. He places himself between my open legs, leans towards front and his lips lovingly kiss my now flaccid sex, his tongue licks the glans resting on my testicles; but there is no excitement. She continues trying to awaken my passion, manipulating my cock with her hands and mouth. Finally it seems that there is a minimum response and I proudly show my erect cock between his hands; He looks at me mischievously and smiles, smiles with a wide smile and frank Her face disappears from my sight, in its place the brunette appears face of the North African with his half-moon smile and I imagine him naked, with his erect cock and asking me: "Do you want to fuck with me?" I react abruptly, lay her on the bed and penetrate her violently with a single blow. I hear moans of pain, I notice the roughness of the unlubricated vagina and I have difficulty moving inside it; but not I stop, I don't stop until I cum, until I cum like an animal. Fleeting images and fantasies have passed through my mind. dissatisfied, lubricious and deep kisses, tender caresses, her Moorish mouth in my cock, mine in his, his dark cock drilling me, mine penetrating its robust, youthful rear and a shiny, whitish patina polishing our bodies intertwined and relaxed after the pleasure, only dreamed of. I collapse on top of her sobbing and asking for forgiveness. I don't know if she never will; but I will probably never forgive myself.