From cruising I met my Master, Daddy, Lord... 2

In my previous story, I told you how, after cruising a bit in the area known as the Finca de Papá in Ciudad Universitaria in Madrid, I met a guy who didn't want me to do anything with him, but rather wanted to order me around and tell me what to do and with whom. I pick up where I left off...

"But are you really looking for this?" And I said, "Look, open this website and type X T U D R dot COM slash MAMON33GUAPETE, that's me." With his phone in his hand, he was freaking out, he had no idea about the existence of this website or this universe of perverts that we have set up. He looked me in the eye and said, "Call me Sir."

We talked for about five minutes until a guy without a shirt walked by, who seemed to have come from running and had taken advantage of the outing to do sports and finish jerking off (allow me the play on words). "Go to that guy and suck his cock, kid." I looked at the guy, he was a thirty-year-old, attractive, without a shirt, and showed off his hard pectorals, it was clear that the guy was into muscle building, he was completely shaved, dark-haired, and angular-featured.

I walked slowly towards him, and when I reached his height, as usual, I grabbed his package, which he had wrapped in a sports mesh. The guy started touching my chest, which was a sign that he accepted contact with me. When my Sir saw that we had both "hit it off," he approached and stood next to me to say, "Come on, dog, suck his cock, that's what you're craving." I must admit that the shirtless guy was a bit perplexed, but he let it happen... At that moment, his cock was like a stone trapped inside the mesh, marking a thick, medium-sized cock that perfectly outlined its silhouette, leaning to the left.

At the order of my Sir, I got down on my knees without thinking and started sniffing the athlete's mesh... Wow, a salty and slightly sour smell filled my brain and triggered all my hormones. Unable to help myself, I opened my mouth and licked the sports mesh, managing to trap the trunk of his cock between my lips and soaking the fabric with my saliva, which had that macho, sweaty taste that we love so much. "Take out his cock and start eating," that order snapped me out of my trance.

With a jump, the athlete's cock came out of its prison, and with it, a cloud of macho aroma invaded me. Intoxicated by the smell, I started sucking like when you take a popper and stick a cock in such a way that you seem to lose your head... That's how I started salivating over the athlete's cock, without hesitation, taking it directly to my throat and stopping only to lick and savor the skin under his foreskin, since it was the one with the most masculine nuances. In that trance, I could hear my Sir saying, "Suck it well, kid, you have to fill your face with cum, that's what he wants."

The situation had me with my eyes closed, noticing how that cock was swelling in my mouth, I was sucking cock almost in a trance when the athle...