Octavio My Friend And Lover A Long Time Ago

Octavio worked for me for a while. A quiet man in his late twenties, short, dark hair and eyes. He came from a town near the border between Ecuador and Colombia. His father had been a school teacher so he was somewhat educated with a sixth grade education. Octavio liked being made love to, his nipples kissed, his cock kissed, he liked having his ass kissed. And of course, Octavio liked having a man on his back. Octavio was my lover while I was stationed in Bogota back in the 80s.

We were close to the same age, but the class difference was large. He felt uncomfortable in nice clothes and didn't like having his hair professionally cut. He was a laborer, a soft man but a laborer and a pleaser. He could spend thirty minutes on my cock alone. He called me Don, or Senor, which are signs of respect laborers give the upper class. During out time together I convinced him to shave and go totally smooth, his ass too. I have always been an ass lover and after bathing with him his smooth clean ass was a delicacy for me. He would lean across my dining room table and I ate and licked his ass for a good long time.

I was transferred back to the US and I had to let Octavio go. It was a very sad day, he begged me to take him with me, but there just wasn't any way. We spent two days and nights without ever putting on a piece of clothing, making love back and forth in bed. He was gracious, but hurt when I left. I left him with a letter of recommendation, and six months of wages.

When the feeling well up I think of Octavio, what a good lover he was. I often wonder about him, he is sixty years old now.