CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XLVIII.- OH, I'M PISSING 💧

He called Topsecret to tell him and he says that, coincidentally, in an hour Angel is coming, who, as he is restless with his new sexuality, has asked if he can fuck him.

P: I want to see him. Can I?

T: Well, let's do something. He's coming in an hour. You come exactly an hour and a half later, when he'll already be naked and receiving.

You call the bell downstairs, which we won't answer, so you come up to my house and call my mobile. I'll answer and we'll let you in when we're dressed in the living room, pretending.

When he arrived at the portal, he called the floor, it was 5 Izq. But no one opened it for him.

He waited for someone to open the door to go up to the floor and called Topsecret's mobile.

There, he waited a few seconds. Then, he was in the living room, the whole house smelled of sex.

P: Hello Angel

They stared at each other for a few seconds that seemed eternal.

A: Hello P

said Angel with a neutral voice. No hint of complicity, no hidden gesture.

Just two men who knew each other, too well, pretending as if they didn't know each other at all.

P knows every inch of Angel's body, because he had to kiss, lick, and suck him. And Angel knows P, not just his inner warmth, but he had also put a speculum on him to see the inside of his ass.

Meanwhile, Topsecret offered them coffee and went to the kitchen to prepare it.

Angel and P were left alone in the living room. The same living room where years ago...

A: You're looking potent, even more than before, and you look good.

P: You too, although you seem a bit depressed.

P sat down on the sofa. The same sofa where Angel had made him suck and even fucked him while sitting on his cock.

P: I've heard about the operation.

Angel tensed up. How was it possible that he knew?, he knew that P was Topsecret's best friend, but he thought that only he and the 4 templars knew, and he wouldn't tell anyone else.

P: It's because he had to tell me because he asked for my help to locate the 21 boys you fucked, and he also told me that it was consensual and accepted by you.

A: Ah, yes, it's true, what about it? Have you come to gloat?

P smiled.

P: I still don't know, Angel. I still don't know.

Angel slumped into the armchair in front of him. He moved differently, without that predatory energy he always had. He seemed like a wounded animal.

P: No one knows anything about what you did to me, except Topsecret, who only knows part of it.

A: What you did to me?, no. What we had, you mean.

P: I said it right, asshole.

A: I don't think so, but in any case, no one is interested, right? I mean, not even you, right?

P leaned back on the sofa, letting his legs open a bit and adjusting his package. Something he would never have done in front of Angel before.

P:...