Salou 5

I woke up at 7 in the morning; those two were snoring. I noticed my ass sticky with the dried semen of the Black guy, who was sleeping like a little angel. I lifted the quilt and saw his big cock at rest. Thank goodness he hadn’t lasted long, though he still left me sore. My Juan was out cold; on another occasion I would have woken him up with a blowjob and a good meal of balls and ass. I know he really liked waking up like that before I brought him breakfast in bed.

I stayed a while longer and started stroking the Black guy. He opened his eyes a little; he seemed disoriented. Soon after, he smiled—he must have remembered where he was. I gestured for him not to make any noise, because the one beside him was sleeping.

I told him to rest.

I felt dirty, so I carefully got up and went to the bathroom. I got into the shower and started to wake myself up under the water, feeling it run down my hair, my beard, the hair on my chest... In those moments I start thinking; remorse always comes over me. I think about what’s in the room...

But the thoughts didn’t last long, because I saw the door open. It was the Black guy. Now he was the one gesturing for me not to say anything. He closed the door and, to my surprise, came over to the shower, got in, and proceeded to piss on me.

His initiative surprised me. For a moment I thought maybe Juan had told him to do it, so I got down on my knees to receive his piss as it deserved.

When he finished, I cleaned him and started giving him a gentle blowjob. He got rock hard quickly and grabbed me under the arms, inviting me to stand up. He put me against the wall while the water kept falling over me. He didn’t ask; he positioned me. He knew I would obey; he understood my role. He aimed his cock at my hole. I already knew what was coming, so I helped him aim and once again wished it would at least be quick. He put it in; it went in more easily than I expected. I sighed. I admit that feeling of being so full is satisfying; you feel full of man, and on top of that it hits your prostate directly. I don’t usually get hard while I’m being fucked, but I got hard.

I don’t know why I said it, I don’t know. Really. But it came from my lips: “Fuck me hard, please.” And he started—gently at first. I bent down and grabbed the disabled handrail so I wouldn’t fall and to give him more stability. He was horny and I could hear his balls slapping against my ass along with the water. I was freaking out; that was physical pleasure. It wasn’t just kink anymore; it was a fuck I was enjoying. I no longer wanted him to finish; I wanted it to last a little longer. But he stopped dead, pushing in, and I already knew he was pouring it all inside me for the second time. I grabbed his ass so he wouldn’t pull out and did something else I had never done: jerked myself off with him inside me. I don’t jerk off because, first, I don’t usually get hard with me...