Son-in-law 1 (2/4)

We ended up at my house. I think I have the right to say that he didn't measure the consequences of what he started. Yes, my friend, my adventure companion, my brother, and why not say it, my great love was selfish. I've always tried to excuse him: I prefer to think it was an act of love towards me. But I've always thought that it would have been better if it hadn't happened.

- Hey, if you don't want to, there's no need to... - I hastened to say when he snuggled up at the end of the bed and prepared to eat me out.

- Shut up, man, let me do it - and he swallowed me whole.

- I know there's no comparison - he said between laughs when he lay back down beside me, his face next to mine -. You eat it like a pro.

I started kissing him desperately. I caressed him, buried my mouth in his nipples and in the hairy carpet that spread across his chest.

- Would you let me try it, Santiago? Your cum, all of it. So white, warm, viscous, freshly released.

I came while he deposited his liquor in my mouth.

- What a vice, bastard, what a pleasure, man! What a blast, what a pleasure! Oh! Ah! Ah!... Not even women, kid, not even women.

That was the first and last time. After finishing, still lying down, he turned a bit and took my hands with his.

- I told you when we came up. I don't want you to forget. This has nothing to do with you being gay, much less with me feeling sorry for you, let's say, as if I had provoked this to please you with condescension. And even less because I wanted to play with you.

- This should never happen again - I shook my head decisively.

- No, it won't happen. Having done it with you has nothing to do with my orientation. I just want to show you that I had the desire to cross this line with you. And promise you that I'll never be missing from your life and I hope you'll never be missing from mine.

I got up, but just as I was leaving the room, he murmured something like he was talking to himself:

- If you were a chick...