CHONGO, MARRIED AND EMPLOYER Roque had the virtue of smelling like a man. To speak as they speak real men. It is as if m

CHONGO, MARRIED AND EMPLOYER Roque had the virtue of smelling like a man. To speak as they speak real men. It is as if masculinity had looked for a model and I would have chosen him. And I, precisely I, was greatly turned on by his presence, his five foot seven, his 90 kilograms, his enormous nose Egyptian mummy, his wonderful body, his arms, those abs, his thick legs and his member, that monument to the Argentine male, fat, sensual and big-headed...... Oh my Roque, chongo, married and boss. Oh Roque, Roque, if I have jerked off dreaming about you, dreaming of you fucking your hysterical wife, you playing with your children, you running with your dog Ralph, a German shepherd, through the streets of the neighborhood, with a naked torso in the summer rain.....Oh Roque, so much milk youth dedicated to your huge balls, to your round ass, to your snake cock charming, to your masculinity. Buenos Aires, to your warm and perfumed skin. TO that passion that focused on his cute little turkey body. He would be forty years old, and I was about 21 and I had never known love. I had some success with women, because of my appearance. Northern Italian, matte and shiny skin, luminous green eyes, blonde hair, gallant looks, thin but fibrous body and passion for the gym. But he Sex with women, scarce and with prostitutes, did not console me, did not silence that fever, which hurt, for my boss, Roque Accardi, the most macho of machos of the neighborhood. A 40-year-old man and a 21-year-old young man. That wasn't the problem... Two men, one straight as hell, the other gay, that was part of the conflict. Me had hooked up with a macho chongo as they call it in Argentina, a confirmed heterosexual, married to a vixen named Araceli del Carmen, hysterical, busty, big ass and on top of that tango singer amateur. And to complete my misfortune, as I said before, the guy of my dreams He was my employer, my boss, the owner of the automotive repair shop. where I earned a modest living. Eight people worked in the workshop, including laborers and officers and I got along well with everyone. He pretended to be a furious fan of me favorite soccer team that was about to go into relegation, he accepted the jokes and taunts on that subject, he told stories of supposed love conquests, and there my imagination had no limits because I practically did not know sex with women, and in particular I was particularly derogatory towards gays transvestites and bisexuals. Horrible condemnation of being a whore: hiding by attacking that What matters most to you? Repudiate your own identity. Deny yourself and invent another self, false, non-existent, alien. I consoled myself by thinking that I was lying to save my skin.... He was gay since he was 16 but had never been in a relationship. Just encounters casual, dark and anonymous. Being gay for me meant at the time that This story happened, being a permanent friend of the straw, and only having some more or less warm contact with another human being, in the shadows and in the clandestinity.. Later I let down my braids and what came was to write three books of stories. Roque, oblivious to that, provoked me. with his loose jokes, with his naked body exposed at every turn, with his sweat running through his clothes, with his strong and penetrating smell of perspiration that filled the place, boy did I It provoked... The day I saw him naked for the first time he almost gave me a faint: The guy had a beautiful member, finished with a couple of big balls pendants. His cock was a stump. full of veins, with a huge head that I was struggling to get outside, a huge cock that would never be mine I thought. Also I told myself that such a jewel was the exclusive property of his wife. Araceli del Carmen, big titted hysterical big ass, the only owner of his favors. After a soccer game in which we lost twelve to one against the equipment of a local shock absorber shop, I decided to give up my job. I couldn't stand the naked presence of that chongo male, so gifted, so hot, so, so sexy, and I feared for my physical safety if he discovered my permanent state of erection, my humidity that is difficult to cover, my enormous desire for sex when I saw Roque naked, semi-naked, or about to take a shower after the game. That night while I was changing, a new boy, something else Younger than me but taller and better developed, he invited me to eat pizza and after water it conveniently with cheap semillon, we went to his house where without ask each other nothing, we made love wonderfully. His name was Braulio and he was from the interior of the province of Chaco, and it caught very well. We did it four times that night and although he was exhausted I was still hot for Roque...... No Tell me if I wasn't like a nymphomaniac male... But it all ended soon. The intense nights with Braulio They calmed my appetite for Roque until Braulio decided to work as a transvestite, Well, it suited him better... Now it is known as "La Quebracho", a mass of 1.90 cm tall and 85 kg in weight. Change everything changes..... I quit the workshop and went to work at a veterinary clinic, in a neighboring neighborhood, about twenty blocks away. There he bathed and groomed dogs of all kinds. the races and I began a romance with a very good-looking seminarian and somewhat confused. In other words, we caught little and badly. My relations with Roque were very bad as a result of the resignation. First he was surprised with the news of my separation, then his face He got a little sad and finally got upset and started telling me that I was an ungrateful person, how could I leave him at that time of so much work, that At least I should have given 30 days notice and other things. Toward I was there for two years, and only I knew the suffering of being next to someone who turns you on like crazy and who can never be yours. I wanted to know why I was leaving, where I was going to work, how much they paid me. He didn't want to let me go. prepared the check with my assets and, as if resisting my leaving, I did not sign it. "You're going to regret it, Maxi." That's when his wife, Aracelis del Carmen, appeared and Almost spitting on me, he told me to leave because I wasn't the one to make him suffer. Rock. I left without looking back and I thought I heard a sob at the close the door,. His German Shepherd ran me to the door and there I told him. I said goodbye Ralph.... A few months passed, the seminarian chose to be a priest, and I met to a nurse, he was mulatto, he was well endowed, who introduced me to passion and ecstasy for a few days. He then emigrated to Canada. They were all the same, they had me and then they left. Except my beloved Roque who never had me... A few months passed and one day they brought a haircut and combing Ralph's hair, and I was happy to see him, and I was even happier when that evening Its owner came to pick it up. He was changed, as if aged, defeated. He told me that the Araceli had left him for her singing teacher, Dante Amicaretti (an old man bald but with an extraordinary cock as I was able to see, in a bathroom and out of the corner of my eye, don't think bad) He waited for me until we closed the business and we walked together In the square that was two blocks away, we talked a lot. We have a coffee. I noticed that he had changed, he was more loose, the pain had made him grow, he said. If it's bad that your wife is leaving, I said and he told me, no, that's not it. What is it. I asked him. And he told me, the pain of accepting your true identity. I didn't understand anything, until he told me that he was gay. confessed and irreversibly gay, I told him that I was too. He told me that he already knew and that he came to look for me because he was in love with me and he couldn't wait for me to we would make love. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. I had an apartment small special for dates, and there in a King Size bed, we made love for the first time and discovered the pleasures of my macho chongo and boss, savoring his private parts, eating his juicy and fresh mouth, his strong man's ass, his huge cock, hot wet, sensual and spongy, his hairy balls and fragrant, and I learned that you can reach heaven by fucking who you love. When he put me on all fours, and slowly put it into me shortly I started to scream, and he silenced me with a finger on my lips, a finger long and thick which he then placed in my thirsty mouth. And to the rhythm of that fuck monumental I was jerking off, slowly gently, as if it were on camera slow... And while my milk rose through the pipes of my possessed body, like a tribute of love towards that man so long desired, he began to pump crazed, brutal, chongo, macho, desperate in my ass and for the contractions that followed I knew I would finish several liters of milk from her dairy particular. Oh Roque, Oh Roque, how well you do it, Oh Roque, how delicious it is you take........ galansoy I want to receive your comments Write to me at galansoy at hotmail.com