(These accounts are based in part on the author's own fantasies, BUT TO A VERY LARGE EXTENT THEY CORRESPOND TO COMPLETELY REAL EVENTS EXPERIENCED BY HIM, which seem to be taken from his imagination but actually occurred. Long live life that surprises and enriches you with this type of thing. What is reality and what is fantasy, I leave to the reader's choice. You can ask me specific questions, and I won't lie, but I may not answer them. It depends on the question. I hope you like it.)

"Come on, the punishment is over, now while you suck me, I'm going to explain how and where you have to touch at each moment," said Don Antonio. "Each man likes something more than another. When I talk about men, I refer to real men or Active ones, whether they are homosexual or bisexual. But above all, I refer to men over 40 years old who have fucked and been sucked by hundreds of women or faggots, LIKE YOU."

(Don Antonio was already showing his bastard side, calling me a faggot and putting me in a lower position, according to him. Don Juan was different, he treated me like a man who was going to teach me to serve men sexually, but he didn't humiliate me.)

"Come, get on your knees between my legs and then switch to Juan's legs," said Don Antonio.

They pulled down their pants and underwear, and both were sitting on the bed with their entire threatening tool in front of me.

"Start with me, let's see how you do it," Don Antonio said again.

The scene was ridiculous, but for me, it was perfect, unimaginable. They were dressed, sitting on the bed with their genitals and strong, fat legs in the air. I was completely naked at their feet. That made me feel like they intended, and it was also because Don Juan wanted me, as he said, "naked and helpless."

At that moment, Don Antonio asked me what I saw that made me realize I loved fat and strong men, and I answered, without giving more clues, that it was when I saw the image of a naked companion, fully developed, fat, and strong, which drove me crazy, and I couldn't imagine it. It was just that simple vision.

"Ah-ha, come on, let's see how you do it," said Don Antonio.

I grabbed Don Antonio's cock, which seemed to be halfway erect, and put it in my mouth as much as I could, and started sucking, hoping he would like it.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Don Antonio said.

"Who are you sucking?" he asked.

I replied immediately, like a good student, "You, sir."

"Who is it supposed to please?" he asked.

"You, sir," I replied.

"Does your pleasure matter to a man like me?" he asked.

"No, of course not, I suppose," I replied.

"Therefore, your surrender must be maximum, like a whore. Do you know what whores do?" he asked.

"No, sir," I replied.

"You have to get close to my cock first, don't touch it, play with your breath and breathing, so the male knows you're close and you desire ...