Since my beginnings as Master XLII

Forty-two

I woke up with the weight of Daniel's head on my shoulder and his arm on my chest; a brutal morning erection was pressed against my hip. The peace of sleep made his features even more beautiful.

The previous night had been very pleasant, with only one incident to forget. The cocktail bar that Diego had taken us to was an elegant place, quite lively, with good service and even better products. We occupied a table and, with Daniel already much more animated, we chatted about trivial things and laughed, but there were also serious moments when the guys discussed their doubts about the future, their fears... A somewhat greasy guy was watching us from a corner of the establishment. With his glass halfway, the blonde announced that he was going to the bathroom. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The Hispanic and I marveled at the structure of his body and his elegance as he walked away. We saw that the guy was following him, and I got up. Diego looked at me and made a gesture of approval.

I caught him in the hallway, before the bathroom door that the boy had already crossed. I touched his shoulder, and when he turned around, he looked at me with a certain haughty annoyance.

- Leave the boy alone, he's not for you.

- Relax, I just wanted to ask for his contact information, for another day. I can pay just like you, it seems like there's a good piece of meat there, or...

I gave him a slap in the face that caught him by surprise.

- The boy is not a prostitute.

Although he was taller and thicker than me, he didn't seem to have the courage to fight.

- Look, dude…

I pushed him hard and pinned my forearm to his neck.

- Go back to your table and leave us alone. He's not what you think, and I don't want you to bother my friends.

He smiled ironically and with a certain contempt. I loosened my grip, and he obeyed, just as Daniel was coming out of the bathroom.

- Hello, sir. – He hesitated. - Do you want me to...?

I laughed and stroked his ear.

- No, little one, it's just that I also had to go, but come in with me and we'll go back together.

While I was urinating, we talked about how interesting Diego had been, what a good guy he was, how well-educated and simple he seemed despite being the son of such a rich family. I washed my hands, and we returned to our table. The lecher had disappeared, and our friend gave me a very affectionate look.

We finished our drinks and went out onto the street. It was a wonderful night, and we strolled until we had to part ways with the Venezuelan. We said our goodbyes affectionately and exchanged phone numbers. Daniel and I continued in the direction of the hotel.

- Where do you live?

- I'm far from home, sir, I live in Staten Island. At this hour, there's no transportation, and besides, between going and coming back, ...