Adventures of the Templar. THE IRISHMAN (1 of 2)

EXPLOITS OF THE TEMPLAR, THE IRISHMAN 1 OF 2

Thanks to all of you who enjoyed the story of CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. I was going to conclude the stories, but your requests have encouraged me to tell my story from the perspective of Amo, curious stories that come from totally real events with some of the approximately one thousand chubby guys I've penetrated.

Don't miss them because they're truly real and absolutely incredible in one way or another. We begin the exploits with the story of THE IRISHMAN, which has a better ending than a fiction movie.

We begin...

It was the year 2012. I only went to gay bars when a good friend from the bear world came to Madrid and wanted to go.

It had been many years since I stopped going regularly, in fact, I had only gone for about 3 months a long time ago.

Why?

Well, it wasn't because I didn't like the men I saw or because I didn't want to be seen there, that really didn't matter to me, whoever saw me there would also have to tell their story, right?, besides, that's already history thanks to God.

It was because I was a "couple animal" and when I was with someone "I WAS", and the world was enough for me.

It's a mature way of life, if I'm in a couple and I keep going, what kind of couple do I want to form?

Another thing is that I have friends in the scene, of course, I do, and good friends, but I saw them outside of the scene or even inside if something came up that I couldn't resist.

My ex-partner (man) was still living with me.

We worked together and had a relationship that was almost like siblings after sharing 10 years of our lives together. We had stopped being a couple months ago, but we also couldn't go to bars because our job was in the hospitality industry and we finished late and exhausted.

As I was saying, that day I went out because some friends from Seville came and wanted to have a drink with them.

They told me to meet them at a very cool bar that has since changed location, on Belén street, which was there at the time. I had a great time, the music was very good for people of my era.

There, I coincided with good friends from Madrid.

A couple started talking to me about an Irishman who was stunning, who was in Madrid and who they had been with a few days ago.

We continued partying when suddenly the Irishman appeared.

Do you remember my father-in-law in the other story? He was just as good-looking, taller than me, and with an unparalleled sense of dignity, personality, and humor.

He was one of those beings that exist very rarely in the world. I had already had an Italian, an American, and an Englishman who were simply perfect, and if they hadn't existed, I would have drawn them, they were impressive.

I was impressed, but I was busy with a lot of people that day and I wasn't there to flirt, just like that. However, every time ...