Moon in Cancer 3

Lying on the quilt, outside my house, banished... I slowly start to relax and feel more at peace... I'm very hungry and a bit drunk.

Dad goes out for half an hour and comes back with a bag... I don't see what's inside, he disappears into the house and comes back with a chain and two padlocks.

He attaches one end of the chain to the pipe that comes out of the cistern towards the water pump. The other end he puts around my neck and secures it not too tight, just enough so I can't pull my head out.

Then he comes back with a dog bowl and fills it with water... he leaves me there, chained up like a dog...

Lying on the floor, it's inevitable to think about things, maybe his anger comes from a while back... from a week ago... when:

We're on vacation and there's not much to do, that day I finished eating, washed my dishes as usual, and left the house.

Leaving the house is very relaxing for me and for my parents too, they get rid of the lazybones and feel good about not seeing me stuck to the console.

I didn't have a fixed route and was calm, didn't feel like doing anything... I passed by the corner store and outside was Ricardo.

Ricardo and I... well...

-Where are you headed, dude?- he said jokingly. Ricardo is only a year older than me, but he looks like he's 25. Dark-skinned, well-muscled, with impressive arms and big chest.

-What's up, dude?- I said, approaching him to shake hands

-What are you doing, bastard?- he asked me friendly

-Nothing, dude, I just had to get out of my house- I replied

-Good that you're idle- he said- I feel like having you give me a hand- he added, grabbing his dick over the apron he was wearing.

-Just a hand?- I asked, smiling

-Or your little mouth- he added, smiling

Two minutes later, I was already kneeling in front of him in the back room. He moved his apron aside, pulled down his sports pants, and pulled out his huge 20-centimeter-thick tool.

Ricardo and I have been doing "that" for a long time. We grew up together, and I used to spend a lot of time in his store... since I was 19, his dad left him in charge, and in the afternoons, he was the only one attending the store.

One thing led to another... I love the smell of his dick, in the afternoons it's already sweaty, and it smells like a man, his crotch is very hairy, and his balls and pelvis smell like exquisite male sweat...

Over time, I've learned to take it all in, he likes it when I lick his balls when I have it all inside, he gets very excited and goes crazy.

-Ahh, bastard- he said between sighs- damn, it feels so good, you're better than...- he suddenly fell silent

-Better than who?- I said, pulling his dick out to catch my breath

-Better than my old lady, bastard- I licked his glans and looked at his smiling, horny face

-You don't even have an old lady, idiot- I s...