Since my beginnings as Master XXXIII

I woke up early, had a coffee, wore a short sweat suit, a T-shirt, sneakers, and went to pick up the young boy at the station. He was wearing a long gray sweat suit that couldn't hide his severe erection, and a black T-shirt that accentuated his perfect torso. He had ankle socks that allowed his very white skin to show, and sneakers. My cock was jumping with joy, and I regretted not wearing underwear.

- Good morning, young boy.

- Hello, Carlos.

- Where's your little pants?

- I have it underneath.

- Good boy.

He looked at me with affection, a bit embarrassed, and very excited. I gave him a affectionate squeeze on the arm. Luckily, the train had been punctual, and we had time to stop by the bakery to stock up. I bought prepared sandwiches for five and a lot of pastries, one day was one day.

We arrived home before the painter.

- Take off your sneakers, leave the shopping in the kitchen, and come here.

He did it at lightning speed. I let him get close until I had him at arm's length, looking up at the ten or twelve centimeters that separated us. He was excited like a monkey, but I wanted this to last. I caressed his nipples over the tight fabric. Immediately, they hardened like two small pebbles. He moaned, his body trembled with excitement, and his eyes rolled back.

- How are you coming, little one!

- Buffff…

I caressed his pectorals and his rock-hard gymnast's stomach and pulled his T-shirt up. Between spasms, he raised his arms to make it easier for me. I threw the garment over a chair, and barely touching him with the tips of my fingers, I explored every corner of his white and smooth skin.

- Carlos, please…

- Little one, you don't know how much I'm enjoying this. You're a delicacy of the gods. I'm in no hurry. Hands behind your neck.

He looked at me, surrendered and anxious. In that position, he was completely surrendered, and his muscles were marked deliciously. I pulled the drawstring that held up his pants and crouched down to pull them down. I took them off and sent them along with the T-shirt. Indeed, he was wearing a wide gym shorts. His cock had nestled in the end of his hip and raised the garment, leaving a gap that allowed me to see his extremely hard scrotum. I got up and passed the tips of my fingers over the skin of his balls. The moan turned into a strong grunt. At that moment, the doorbell rang.

- Don't even think about moving.

His gaze was tinged with surprise, but the excitement increased. I trapped my hard cock with the elastic of the shorts and covered the bulge with the T-shirt, just in case. I opened the door.

- Good morning, Guille, what punctuality!

When he saw me, his cheeks blushed violently, the memory of the previous afternoon disturbed him.

- Yes, Mr. Comas, my father always says that formality starts with keeping schedules.

- Go...