He had booked the room an hour before, by phone .... The fatigue and the heat had forced a change of program and continue to Turin would be too tiring. "Good evening, I Rossi, I booked a single!" I think my smile, prompted by his vision, has intrigued him. I think he posed the question whether it was a simple gesture of circumstances ... "Welcome! I ask for a document check-in? "
A surprise, wonderful. A and 85 meters of Mediterranean beauty. The stylish cut jacket and tie in tune with the blue shirt, his belt, perfectly horizontal, exalted the figure used: broad shoulders, not a visible paunch, plenty of pecs that are left to imagine ... .40 year old with some gray hair.
I took my identity card, without sitting down and transcribe the data, but I stood at the counter, leaving it free to set my eyes down, over the marble floor .... Under his belt ... Free to investigate, without being caught in sweeps prohibited. Situation ... the thrill began the ascent to the heart tachycardic rhythms, echoed her head,. The numbers and names of the passport is ... confused. Trousers while, my, they took other folds. I had to sit, the evidence of some of my events was such that anyone looking up to me, would notice. Too many months had passed since I was satisfied, the last time, my unsuspecting forbidden desires.
I took a deep breath and decided to give him the key ... "The room is 105, excuse me a moment longer, I terminate transcription and render the document. Or carry it to him later. " This is not the practice, but nobody and I felt I needed more time to calm down, with ill-concealed desire to indulge my instincts homoerotic. He climbed the stairs and .... The very last step, bowed his head, giving me a look that had the same effect on me of a shot. Lying! A request for confirmation? Will I understand? I wondered. Will
my own intentions? The folds of his trousers gave no sign to relax.
With a swarm of flies in the head, checked three times the data were correct, then I said to my colleague who left for a moment. I went up to the first floor, room 105. Toc toc ... I knocked "his passport!" - "Oh, thank you," I was responding. The door opened slightly, the heart beating wildly, put the document - "Thank you"-and closed .... A moment of silence. What a disappointment!
I was just in time to time you reopen. "Oh. I'm sorry, but the TV is in trouble? Me controlling it? The flies had become hornets
I went .. It was without a jacket, his shirt unbuttoned. A monument! The trolley was on the bed, opened a magazine ... while, half protruding from the inside pocket, removed all doubt about omointeressi guest ...
She handed me the remote, I took it, looking for a moment his face manly. The hands were shaking. The pulsations of the heart reverberated down .... And blood pressure go through the channels on this side of the screen. The programs were evident, and the glow of the monitor lit up my turgid schedule.
He got the confirmation he sought. I was paralyzed, absorbed in a zapping insane and irrational.
Aware of my embarrassment, took the initiative and said, "... leave must return to the reception. We will eventually re-tune after dinner. "A sigh, my. "At 23 I am free, I bring the coffee."
I went down to my seat in a state of confusion that only luck would not be revealed. 22 removed from e30 to turn. "Honey, look what I have to return home afterwards, the appearance colleague who has the same problem." The time for a shower, secretly, in the gym, change of clothes and ...
Toc toc ... coffee.
The door 105 is opened, the soft light of the lamp created a relaxed and fomes of complicity. The formal dress had given way to a track suit and a tank top that left well clear of the chest muscles
We started without pleasantries, to hug, to rub against each other, while their members, already soaring, seemed to pray for deliverance from the tissues that still oppressed them. Slid against each other, as in a dance in the dark, being able to perceive only by touch. His hands glided over our bodies alternately defined, verifying the morphology, through the few clothes. The curiosity grew, the two tools you writhed in what looked like a straitjacket now, more than a garment. The desire for freedom was waving them, making them crave the light.
Synchronized, loosen the noose of the suit and slowly lowered, the elastic to the sides symmetrically.
Wonder! From his boxer darts forward a sublime expression of masculinity, in all its vigor and desire, which starts, from top to bottom. My offers him the same welcome. I can not hold back my pleased surprise, "Bono", while he, embarrassed by the compliment received praises the line of my shoulders and buttocks from the tone of the marathoner who, before him, shows off his body, now in its entirety.
Clinging to each other was inevitable. While lying on the bed, rubbed my mouth on his neck going, little by little, to the chest and from there on her stomach. The hands of both seemed bewildered, bewitched by each individual as part of their bodies, now the buttocks, back, now, now behind, now catalyzed by the liveliness of our proud masculine attributes.
I could not hold my tongue, swirling on her skin, her nipples to the navel, then up, up to the ears, picking at the lobe.
I could feel its vibrations of contentment, I read clearly its sighs of assent, and our fouls were aware, rolling toward each other, headed by pressing on the stomach or just below, between the testicles of the other. My mouth is pushed to her, patting her swollen lips
Complicity extreme, a full share, an overwhelming passion.
I left her grip and turned his back, breaking the balance of passion that we had carried up to that point.
He spoke to me, expressing his scruples health. I reassured him, showing him more cautious. He pulled out a condom from the pouch and made me wear. I turned his rump, leaning. I relive those moments as if they were now. My language pulls my weight upon him, licked his back, go down the sides, Nibbler them to him with closed lips, while I press the round face of the muscular male. The language takes over and drags me there, where a fold divides two symmetrical curves, and begins to explore, eager for new sensations. Translate voice muffled by his consent that my host pronunciation. I let slip my longing rose in that groove and drive the turgidity of my manhood to the sampler that had teased earlier effusions, making him anxious to visit.
"Ohhh," was his ovation of welcome that mighty host who, immediately showed to appreciate the warm home that had been introduced. The excitement had passed each other the previous levels, his legs were spread apart to allow the appreciation of visitors along the corridor of pleasure with ease. Passage of great satisfaction, considering the variations that he worked for!
Our breaths seemed synchronized, sometimes resulting in a luxurious carriage smothered guttural sound of abandonment. I wanted to see him in all his manly prowess, called him to contemplate my pelvis and I, his sweet face. Thus interrupted my rhythmic movements, so I asked him to turn around, without saying a word, but with a touch, and then suggest to resume his swing, allowing them to read the expressions of pleasure on his face, and he's mine!
What a thought-provoking experience. I felt a wave of full flow into the current of the river of pleasure was dragging us with him in the swirling sensations. My sound became more acute, heralding the imminent failure of the levees.
Rivulets of sweat down our bodies and made it even more amusing each other alternating movements, while our hands, eager, slipped on our nakedness.
The sight of that 'Adonis, the feel of the limbs, hearing, in unison, our song of love, we were together, eventually. The foaming waves of pleasure was wrecked upon the rocks of his gushing passion and heat, escaped from the waves, had been sprinkled on many occasions, his belly.
It was now my turn, I could not longer contain the arrogance of the excitement,. I pulled the part of me that his body had accepted the freed just in time to spray a candid mood of her abdomen, already wet with satisfaction.
What satisfaction! A final smile was our silent statement of appreciation for one another, before we say goodbye.
When I returned, my wife was already asleep.
No coffee in the room was sealed on behalf of 105.
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