Sex Stories My umbrella God. Part 2

I, Daniel, work for a construction company, I'm 27 years old, live alone, I'm gay. My thoughts lately about him, he's a strange guy who once covered me with water from under the wheels of his car. True aware of his guilt, and took part in my salvation from the cold. I didn't know him, or rather knew his name, phone number, the smell of the clothes he had kindly borrowed. Clothing should return, but it didn't have the strength to force yourself, although you need to collect emotions into a fist and do it. Having put things in a package, decided to go to the Studio, pick up his long-suffering "Lada" from the repair. Thinking on the topic that it is time to change the car, got to the SERVICE station. Having paid for the repair, lovingly ran his hand over the hood, got behind the wheel, put a bag of clothes in the next seat, went on the road. What's next? And then parked near the supermarket, bought wine and grapes, just in case, a lot of useful things for the house, for himself, finally dialed the number on the phone. Listening to the phone ringing on the other end was a dumb thing to say if you are lucky and Vitaly will answer. So, although it's clear the caller can't hear me, didn't answer the call. Had to crumpled to talk on answering machine message and black out. Saturday, half a day in small problems, visited my parents, helped my sister with math problems in algebra, decided to go to the club to relax slightly. But that's the plan for tonight, and is out of the question mom about my lifestyle, about her concern for my unsettled fate, cute requests not to hurt, not to drive a car like crazy, the weather forecast predicted a cold and icy conditions. Released with lamentations and a plea to call as often as possible. I promise, once again, eat right, go out to meet the cold gusts of wind.

The club met me with a deafening noise of music, a crowd of people, a mixture of smells of coffee, alcohol, tobacco and sex. Made his way to the bar, ordered a low-alcohol cocktail, with great difficulty found a free place at the table, weekends, people walking and having fun. Sluggishly watching the people dancing, he snatched a questioning look from the crowd, lightly closed his eyes, in agreement. To hell all, it is necessary to relieve tension in the groin, the desire for sex tore me from the inside, brought to a semi-unconscious state, dry mouth to the edge. The cabin was empty, dark, waiting with my back to the door, I do not want to see the one with whom I will. The silhouette emerged behind the man, threw a faint shadow, slim, tall, even so, I want to belong only to him. He didn't claim to passionate kissing, or understand my mood, or he didn't want to be Intrusive, His hands started demanding to stroke his back and hips. Panting, leaned back, allowing the guy to unbutton my belt and snake pants. Strong hands impulsively pulled off my pants along with trunks, a fierce mouth tormented his neck, switching on the earlobes, hands caressing and stroking my little boner very hard, squeezed the buttocks butt. Breathing became intermittent, easy groans broke from her lips, the thrill of excitement and the heat, covered the whole body, but the brain demanded a continuation and ending. Easy hitch, his fingers found my anus, well, good luck to me, getting ready, sex was not long ago, especially such spontaneous.

Fingers penetrate inside, Oh shit, was preparing seen the bastard, managed to apply grease to them, but it's the details. I surrender completely to the power of caressing hands. Hoarse voice, please add to the two fingers of the third, euphoria, to the final not far, restrained, biting his lips, enjoy, adjust the ass to the rhythm of his fingers, dress them hole, please more... He took his hand off my cock, cold, empty, give it back. The sound of an open zipper, the heat on his buttocks, from his rearing member. And the fingers do not let go, beckon, promise pleasure, caress the prostate yet. still... I want to touch my dick, I can't stand it, I want to cum. But who cares about that, his hands raked my, and only go after him, he for a slave, his desire. Hitch again, penetration is smooth and gently, I wanted roughly and forcefully, but no, he had other plans, to torment my anus slowly and gently. Time stood still, no thoughts, no me, there is only a feeling of bliss in the whole body, there is only a dazzling orgasm. Some how coped with the clothes on shaky legs and crawled out of the booth. I wanted to pay, said-paid, handed a business card, why did I take it?I do not understand, well then throw away.

Went home in a state close to faint, took purchase of the car, opened the door, shoved everything, forces on a shower remained. All right, tomorrow's Sunday, all tomorrow. And a new day, and new thought about itself, about him...