CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. LXV.- LOST VIRILITY ♂️👋

The second time was longer. He put me on my side. One leg raised. He entered from behind, slowly again, but this time he was masturbating me while he fucked me. With his free hand. He touched my cock in rhythm with the thrusts. I came before him. He waited. He let me finish. And kept fucking me until he came too.

I didn’t feel like myself—well, maybe I did, more myself than ever—but the positions Alexei put me in, the way he looked at me, with total domination but with love, his size and power made me surrender in his arms while he molded me as he pleased. I don’t know if you realize that I’m chubby, I’m big and broad, I have powerful legs, arms, chubby feet, and I already weighed 130 kg back then, and he made me move like a damsel around him. I had never felt that.

The third time he sat me on top of him—can you imagine what it was like for a ball like me to impale myself on his cock?

He was leaning against the headboard, looking at me. I was on top with my legs spread, riding him. He held me by the hips and set the rhythm for me. He had learned a few words and repeated them… “Like that,” he said. “Slower.” “Stop.” “Continue.” I did what he said. I obeyed, but it was natural, and when I came it was without touching myself. Just from feeling his cock inside me, from seeing him below, from knowing I was his.

That struck me; it was the first time that a macho man was totally dominated, and it was so, so, so… exciting…

The fourth time he tied me up. With a tie. He tied my hands to the headboard of the bed. He fucked me while looking into your eyes. Without speaking. Without hurry. For almost an hour. That was when I cried, not from pain, from something you didn’t know how to explain. He dried my tears with his thumb and kept fucking me.

The fifth time was different. He laid me on my back. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and fucked me like that, looking at me, sweating, breathing hard. When he was about to come, he pulled his cock out and came on my chest. God, what an amount of cum. Long, hot jets falling down my sternum, my neck, my chin. He looked at me covered in him. He smiled. And said, in Hungarian, something the translator later explained to you:

“Now you look like mine. You are mine. Now everyone will know it, and do you know why? Because you know it. But don’t worry, ‘little bacon,’ I don’t want you to tell anyone; it will be our secret.”

We went to sleep. I hugged him, placing my head on his chest, then I hugged his waist with his whole package millimeters from me, then I went down to his bare feet… and came back up to start again. I was completely his and I wouldn’t have minded telling the whole world.

But, as he said, that was our secret, and I had to leave for Spain and continue my life.

The last night in Budapest was unlike any of the previous ones.

He arrived at six in the evening...