Where is Carlos? II (Final)

I connected at 9:00 PM and we met 10 minutes later, a little before the agreed-upon time. It's clear that we both had been craving each other.

I, for one, was eager, and that's despite coming home sore, walking like a cowboy. But I wanted more. In the chat, I told him "Today I'll bring a little something, I don't think it's as good as yours, but I want to contribute, sir." He replied, "That's okay, but don't stress, little one. I have what we need."

When I arrived, already close to 10:00 PM, and entered his house, he told me "Go straight to the bathroom, kid. I've left towels and a robe for you, a little gift, and a tube with ice and two fingers of bourbon. Enjoy it, but don't take too long. I'm eager to see you." Everything was perfect. I didn't take too long, but I did my job with the necessary dedication because my sir deserved not to find any obstacles. When I came out into the hallway, the Italian music led me to our meeting in the bedroom.

I could have kissed him for hours, but his impatience was also mine, and I remember begging him to penetrate me, without any shame. Even after taking his stuff and mine, I begged him to fill me with his semen first, after riding me for an indeterminate but prolonged time, and then to give me his load in the deepest part of my throat. I'm still not sure if he was pleased, but I know he appreciated my absolute willingness.

In the early morning, I found myself walking home again, sore but happier than I had ever been before.

We saw each other again, but it was never the same. The magic of those two nights was lost among my obligations and his eternal curiosity about other bodies.

I still look for him in my dreams, but I haven't crossed paths with him or anyone who resembles him in the slightest detail.

Carlos, my sir, will you read all of this?