One month in underwear (First part)

I was on vacation in a small coastal town in the Caribbean Sea when I experienced the strangest but most pleasant experience of my short 23 years. My cousin Saúl, with whom we traveled backpacking from Argentina to Colombia, had managed to get a house lent to him, something damaged but beautiful, in front of the sea and away from the noise.

We decided to stay for a month in exchange for painting it, so before arriving, we passed through a nearby town to see the paint cans that a relative of the owner, Roiger, a fat forty-year-old with a childlike appearance, delivered to us. He himself took us to the house in his truck, and I could notice that from the first moment, he fixed his gaze on my cousin, and let out several indirect comments. He also looked at my ass several times, and didn't forget to suggest that if we needed anything, we should let him know. He also left us a bag of marijuana that Saúl hid inside his bermudas, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek.

Of course, we lacked everything, because we had traveled with just the basics, exchanging photographs for some pesos and staying in the homes of friends we had made along the way. Saúl, somewhat older than me, was more experienced in this, had traveled by thumb before, and knew how to move and what the dangers were. With a surfer-like appearance, thin, blond hair, and clear eyes, golden from the sun, he carried his 28 years to the fullest. I am thin and tall, with dark hair and fair skin, green eyes, and women also considered me very handsome. On the trip, we made several couples, but almost at the end, Saúl decided that we should move away from the group and undertake the Caribbean coast alone.

I have always been somewhat submissive to my cousin, since I was a kid, I allowed him to make the main decisions and even the most intimate ones, such as choosing the girl I should sleep with. Since we were kids, we already had our first contacts, secret touches, and caresses, which did not stop even when we each had our own girlfriend, but he never penetrated me. He was the one who took the initiative, although on this occasion, I was the one who asked him, almost begging, to let me accompany him on his trip, and I was lucky enough to start a new job within two months, taking the month of vacation that I was owed from my old job to fulfill the three months of sabbatical that I wanted to take for some time.

The condition he set for me to accompany him was to let him use me as he pleased. Although we both like women, he occasionally likes to try it with a thin guy, and he has me somewhat dominated, although I enjoy it. Already during the trip, I noticed that he acquired certain dominant nuances, but being alone in that house, he began to behave in a somewhat strange way. The worst thing is that the options I had to return alone were null, I was thousands of kilometers from home, without a penny, I didn't know anyone...