ALEXANDER AND AIME "I don't believe in history, because history is written by men" (Maximiliano H. Martinez) I remember

ALEXANDER AND AIME "I don't believe in history, because history is written by men" (Maximiliano H. Martinez) I remember it like it was yesterday. The voice of that old man who was sitting in front of me was still loud and extremely hoarse. The hair, now gray, remained disheveled as in his youth and in his maturity when there was no mountain, jungle, desert or sea that stood between him and his passion for science. For some reason He had come into confidence with me, his servant, and I was there, warming myself with their stories more than with the fire that burned in the fireplace. He was beautiful, well, I wasn't ugly either- he told me with a mischievous smile while his blue eyes shone with the memory. We had already explored the Amazon and discovered its slope with the Orinoco, when he first discovered it in those brown waters. His naked body caused a shudder in me. At first I thought it was him having been without any woman for so many months. I was 30 and Aime was 25. We were both with our organisms at one hundred percent... maybe that was what which caused me to notice him that afternoon, not as my assistant in the expedition, but as a man. His legs, almost hairless, were immersed in the waters of the river while his wide and white back was exposed to the sun tropical. Her round buttocks were a delight to look at, and when He turned around revealing a chest with almost perfect biceps and no No hair, I shuddered. His cock, pink and crowned with a glans that It looked like a wild strawberry, it was semi erect. Her wet blonde hair fell freely backwards and his tiny brown eyes did not realize that I He watched from behind some bushes. I watched him for a long time as he passed by his hand with the soap all over that magnificent body. I enjoyed it even before like it And what happened next... did he dare to say something to him? I interrupted as I moved my chair closer to the rocking chair where the old man was resting. No, I didn't tell him anything, but from that moment I was looking for any excuse to see him naked, or at least without his shirt, and thus imagine the rest of that muscularly beautiful body. I always managed to fall asleep after him, and jerk off in his honor, seeing him lying some meters from me. But one day, when we had just moved west, and We had already crossed the Andes, the opportunity I was waiting for arose. We were already in Peru at the gates of Lima, a city that I really didn't like it. It was October 1802, and unusually hot. Love me He indicated that he would keep all our instruments inside the house we had got there. Until that moment I had no idea that he already knew what I it happened to me "There is a lagoon not far from here, facing the sea, do you want "Go see her?" - he asked me with that French accent that drove me crazy. "Sure, but you have to bring the instruments" - I answered. looking back towards the house. "No, no... forget about science for a few moments... let's do it." this just for pleasure" - for some reason that invitation sounded strange, especially when he used that specific word, and of course he couldn't answer negatively. I began to walk behind him, carrying only my canteen. We were just the two of us. A few minutes later we entered a place truly paradisiacal facing the sea, the Pacific. I think there are the drawings I made later... And what happened? I asked him, trying to get him to get back to the core of things. the story. Aime took off her clothes just like that and put them on a log. I think he noticed that I was speechless at his boldness. I really didn't know what to think about But my cock did know what to do. It began to harden immediately and under the khaki pants he was wearing he began to draw a tremendous bulk. "Come, here..." - the tone of his voice, and the gestures on his face They had changed completely. They were sensual, effeminate. "In France we are very liberals..."- although it was supposed to be an explanation, to me it sounded like an invitation, so I approached. The white, slender, young body was a invitation to be touched. I didn't resist. My hand reached up to his chest. looking for her nipples. "Are you sure about this?" I asked him while I felt his breath on my face. "Aren't you? I've noticed how you look at me...I know you want me." as much as I do you." That was enough. This was not the time to give explanations about my behavior, it was time to enjoy that body that I had wished so many times. "For several weeks...there is not a day that I do not look for opportunity to be alone with you" - my voice had lowered in pitch as My hand squeezed Aime's nipple. It felt soft at first but She quickly became hard and stopped. I bent down to put my lips on her. The hard flesh of the nipple contrasted with the soft skin of that Frenchman with the one who had had so many adventures in the last few months. My tongue made a I circle over that piece of hard, pink meat and then slowly go down the entire breast and then lick the thorax before moving on to the other nipple. Aime He writhed with pleasure as his cock widened and pointed towards him. cloudy sky of Peru. "Let's get in the water...let's clean ourselves..."- he told me while I He tenderly took my jaw and put his face in front of his. his eyes Deep blues looked at me. He didn't say more and simply closed them, bringing them closer. his mouth to mine. Not even two seconds passed before our tongues were intertwined in a dance of pleasure that reminded me of a pair of boas that we had seen in the Amazon. As we kissed, he skillfully I took off my shirt, then my pants and finally my socks, shoes, and underpants. My cock, a little bigger and thicker than his, already had several tiny drops that populated it. My body, a little darker than He was shaking with the pleasure of having that man so close to me. Aime took me by the hand and together we got into that lagoon. It was an incredible place, the Ocean was practically at our feet, and my curiosity as a scientist would have made me go and explore that place, but there would be time for that. Now, my science was different, it was the science of pleasure. We got out of the water, a little cold, and threw ourselves into the narrow beach that surrounded it. "Oh Alex...let me suck that cock" - the pleading tone made me I was surprised, I didn't answer him, I just got on my knees, arched towards him. back and let my cock jump forward so that my little Frenchman effeminate will enjoy it fully. I felt like his wet lips grabbed me my piece of meat and how it was lost in that hungry throat. Go up and He went down, leaving the drops of water that ran from his face onto my balls that They swayed before the sensual rhythm he carried. After a few minutes, I combed my wet hair back while I stopped it and It indicated that I was going to go to bed. "Come here...on top of me...put your cock in my face, while "You swallow mine" - I told him while my back lay on that sand savanna. The Frenchman stood over me, putting his cock in front of me. mouth. I wanted it, I needed to taste it, and that's what I did. I swallowed it, with a little difficulty due to inexperience, but finally I managed swallow it all. Also, it wasn't very big, but it was swollen, tasty. Was a unique sensation, a sensation that I didn't know existed... a sensation that even today makes me shudder with pleasure. And, he took it... right? I interrupted him, taking advantage of the fact that the The old man's blue eyes were lost in memories. Of course! What would I have done differently? After several minutes of swallowing that delicious cock, I told him that the only thing I What I had thought about in recent weeks was that little white ass with those buttocks that looked like an orange cut in half. "Well, don't tell me more" - Aime told me, smiling mischievously. as he got up from above me. He lay down on his back in the sand and He spread his legs wide. "Do you want to lick my ass?" My knees sank into the sand and with my right hand I took my cock. I was already lubricated with so much blowjob that Aime had given me. I put the glans in his sphincter and moved it circularly for a few seconds. I saw how My lover's face changed because of the pleasure this caused him. And although I I had fantasized many nights while I masturbated looking at that body lying down, usually on the other side of the store or the room where were there, I decided to wait and please him. I bent down and sticking out my tongue place in that sacred orifice. It was visiting a forbidden place, a hole that he was going to be fucked by my thick, drooling cock. I put the tip of my tongue around that ass while Aime looked at me with lustful eyes. "Do it, like this, my love...do it...ahh" - his breathing breathy voice indicated to me that that oral fuck was being enjoyed at the same time. maximum. I felt how the little blonde hairs were moistened by my tongue and how Little by little the anal orifice opened before my incessant thrusts. Fit circular, and then from top to bottom I opened that perfect ass while I felt the smell of shit that flooded me. I don't care, on the contrary, It drove me crazy, like an Amazon beast. I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like my cock would explode right there without I didn't even have caught it, so I stopped. "No, no... don't stop... take me my love, take me" - now the Aime's voice was completely that of a female in heat. He opened his legs white even more. His cock was now flaccid but everything was a shortcut of lust. I got up and took my cock, now it was more lubricated by me. excitement. I put it at the entrance of that hole and began to put it in slowly. It was like opening a secret chamber in some Inca town. I felt how my cock expanded Aime's intestine and transported me to glory. Aime was also transported. "Ahh...ahhh!" - her screams were increasing as well as my cock. It entered through his butt. "Ahh...Alex...ahh, Alex...!" I gave the last push and my balls hit the man's buttocks. French. Then, I started pumping him like you fuck a bitch. Actually, I was the dog, even though I had just gotten into the water, it had turned into sweat, and as I fucked it with more intensity my body had transformed into a sex machine that exuded pleasure from every pore of my lustful skin. "Ahh...it hurts...but how delicious...ahhh!" Aime's beautifully pendulous balls bounced to a pair of millimeters of my cock that entered and left freely. I took them with a hand while with the other he squeezed one of her pink nipples. I knew that I was enjoying it, I was a whore who didn't need to ejaculate to reach orgasm. "Oh...oh...!" - he shouted as he took my hand and got into my fingers in his mouth tasting them while his orgasm prolonged through me onset. My mouth was also busy placing kisses on both legs. that expanded before me. I felt like every cell in my body was participating in that sensual session. I couldn't stop, much less when I felt the end coming. My balls hit against the body of that beauty that I had in front of me and my cock had now expanded to its maximum. The first jet of semen entered Aime's body with the tempestuousness of the river Orinoco. The second and third spurts followed in a few seconds, while I I fell on my lover's chest. He closed his legs around my waist. preventing me from taking my cock out of him. Feeling his body fused with mine made me value that moment more than any other. I felt him close, I felt him united with me, I felt him mine. That's why I know that trip was worth it, more than anything else. "Including your discovery?" I asked. Including my discovery. I remember that there kissing us and touching each other as one for several minutes until my cock went limp and He voluntarily left his prison. In an instant, I looked up at the Pacific, and I saw it...I saw that water that was different from the rest of the sea...it was a stream...and a different stream of water... Of course, days later, together with Aime I did the calculations. corresponding. It was a current that came from the south pole and It literally crashed into the coast of Peru... but that was not my greatest discovery, well at least, not the one I enjoyed the most... The old man's face showed joy. And the old rope that kept inside his austere pants, also denoted that Alexander Von Humbolt, the great explorer of South America, still remembered his associate from that time. famous trip, Aime Bonpland. Of course, the books never told this part of the story. history. That's a secret between you and me. my email is diegomorbus@yahoo.com