Manias

The work in the stable almost always ended after 6 pm. Almost every day the grooms went to the bar that’s right outside the racetrack; it’s almost exclusive to those of us who work there.

Jockeys, trainers, horse owners, grooms, and racetrack officials gathered there. Unlike in other countries, here they forbid entry to anyone under 21, so Rafa could never go; he always stayed alone in the stables, time that we took advantage of to be together.

The days went by and Rafa was already an expert at sucking my cock. The bastard was becoming addicted to jerking me off and sucking me, and I was totally addicted to all of him.

He was letting me play more and more with his beautiful ass; however, every time I had intentions of eating his ass or playing with my fingers in his virgin hole, he rejected me, left, or told me very clearly:

“No fucking way, not through there.”

From the front everything is his, from the back no fucking way.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, bastard, I’m going to take you to heaven.”

“Then I’d better stick it in you, I can take you to heaven too.”

“You don’t even know how to fuck right, bastard.”

“Turn around, you’ll see that I do.”

“No, my king, I’m only a top, but there’s no rush, I’ll keep convincing you.”

That little ass is going to end up being mine.

“No fucking way, I’d better leave because you’re going to end up fucking me by force.”

Rafa wanted to have control at all times, something that annoyed me, because I always like to have it myself.

Besides wanting to control everything all the time, he picked up a habit that I hated and loved at the same time.

He made sure there was no one nearby, caught me by surprise, and came up behind me. He hugged me tightly and bit my back in different places; my skin would bristle completely and my cock would get hard instantly. Then he grabbed my cock over my pants, gave me a little shove, let me go, and walked away whistling or singing.

That drove me crazy. More than once I was about to run after him to tear off his clothes and make him finish what he had started.

Sunday came. We had 5 races with our horses and we won all 5. One of them was a race with a good purse. We were all happy; it was a great night, so I told the grooms that tomorrow the bar tab was on me.

I got there Monday at 7 am. They were almost done with track work. I was busy all morning with veterinarians, checking the horses that had raced the night before. The morning work ended. Larry arrived around 11 with food for everyone. We ate, I said goodbye to everyone; I told them I was leaving, I had to make some rent and insurance payments, and from there I was going to my apartment to rest.

Luis, one of the grooms, told me:

“Boss, don’t forget about the bar.”

“No, of course no...