Spiritual Retreats – Chapter 15 (first part)

Hello everyone! It’s clear to me that my story is not to your liking, hahaha! But I must finish what I’ve started. I already have this story finished, it’s ready, so, one way or another, it will be published here. Initially, this was not the page where I began publishing it; I came to this page and thought it would be ideal to publish it here, because of the type of stories that are published here, but I haven’t found the receptiveness I thought I would find. SAD, VERY SAD! But there’s nothing to be done; this is what those of us who dare to write expose ourselves to. I will just continue with my installments, chapter by chapter, and see what other story I design to share with you. I have several ideas going around in my head, one that might hook you the way you all like. A hug and “enjoy” this new installment.

That trip was turning out to be very pleasant for me. I had six males standing next to me, some completely naked and others only in soaked underwear. What more could I ask for? Camilo and Ricardo remained distracted, not realizing how I was staring dumbly at their respective bulges. It was obvious their sizes were reduced by the cold we were in, and although the area’s climate wasn’t exactly cold, night was already approaching and the temperature was beginning to drop a little. Besides, their garments were wet and they had nothing else covering them. At one point Camilo looked down and found my dumb face glued to his package, which made him immediately cover himself and try to move away, but he bumped into Ricardo, who stayed fixed in his spot, and on the other side was Esteban who apparently sensed what was happening and, winking at me, did not move from his place, forcing Camilo to remain where he was. I only raised my eyebrow at him, thanking him for the gesture, and thought he was doing it to score points so I would help them later with their revenge plan against Sebastián.

The ride continued. Carlos got up from his seat to check on how the six punished men were doing. He didn’t want to find them sitting down; he wanted to confirm they were still in place, and when he saw they were covering their bulges and cocks with their hands, he went over to the driver and made a signal on his shoulder. Adolfo sped up the bus and began taking the road’s curves more sharply, which forced those six guys to use their hands to grab the central tube on the ceiling so they wouldn’t fall. But for Camilo there was no time, and on one of those curves he fell forward onto the seat where I was. I caught him with a bit of fright; I didn’t think he was going to fall on me, but I felt his entire abdomen and bulge on my legs. Ufff, what good luck I had! When he tried to stand up again, he lost his balance once more because of a sudden maneuver by the driver, prolonging that rubbing of his skin and underwear against my legs. My cock was beginning to react, and apparently the athlete began to feel it. He turned his face...