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Men Only
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Gay Male / 38
When A Man Meets A Man Who Is The Man Who Fucks Him
I was working as a field engineer, a couple of years after college, in an oilfield far away from anywhere and close to nowhere. We slept in a four man camp building, two men to a room, with a shared toilet in the middle. I was bunked up with Mario, a forty something Venezuelan.
At the age of 24 you are smooth and young and being a white boy I'm sure I looked double white to the Venezuelans. The shower was small, utilitarian, and you dropped everything walking around naked to use the shower stall and the toilet. These were camp buildings originally intended only for nationals, but the times they were a changing and now the expats bunked up with the senior crew Nationals. Mario was a senior mechanic, so he got a double room, instead of bunking up six to a room with the junior staff.
I'm still trying to avoid saying how it happened. Mario was a man who was smooth mostly, with a big ass belly, an oilfield toolshed over his dark hairy cock. I was sitting on the bunk of my side of the trailer and he was all naked, had just showered and the moisture was still glistening off him. He had a drop on the end of his cock. One drop. And it was like coming to Jesus, I just bent forward and sucked that drop right off his cock.
Damn his cock felt good in my mouth. I fell to my knees and kept on sucking. Mario stood over me, looking down at me like you look down on your hunting dog, admiring the man sucking his cock and patting his head for the good effort. His cock was angry hard and I had my hand on it, I sucked him until he filled my mouth with his black Venezuelan cum. I swear I couldn't focus, I was seeing double. I had to let go of his cock and settle back but I didn't want to.
It was done. No way to take it back. Now Mario owned me and as soon as he recovered his energy I bent over the bunk and he fucked me. A man's got to know who the boss is, it's always that way. No nothing to lube me up, dry, right up my ass, by the time he pulled his cock out he had blood on his cock that I had to wipe off with the tail of my shirt that was laying on the bunk.
These were 28 on and 28 off rotations, and Mario had me for the whole time I was there. I went home with his Venezuela cum taste in my mouth, and his Venezuelan cum in my ass. If I liked sucking his cock, he liked it better. He had a thing I could tell for young guys, and I walked into his trap like a fly flies into a spider's web. No escaping.
My rotations never coincided with Mario's again, I spent the rest of my Venezuelan assignment dreaming of that one rotation. I'm office bound now, rarely go out into the field, but I tell the young engineers that there are benefits you can't get in the office. I can pucker my butt right now and feel Mario fucking me, he left that kind of impression. Now, here in the main office, I have to be careful. When I get the urge I never play with anyone I'm working with, I go to a couple of favorite bars out by the airport. Where men are men and the sheep are scared. Oh yes, baa baa baa, Mario you are in my mind right now, I wish I was there with you, sucking on your black cock and getting fucked by you.
At the age of 24 you are smooth and young and being a white boy I'm sure I looked double white to the Venezuelans. The shower was small, utilitarian, and you dropped everything walking around naked to use the shower stall and the toilet. These were camp buildings originally intended only for nationals, but the times they were a changing and now the expats bunked up with the senior crew Nationals. Mario was a senior mechanic, so he got a double room, instead of bunking up six to a room with the junior staff.
I'm still trying to avoid saying how it happened. Mario was a man who was smooth mostly, with a big ass belly, an oilfield toolshed over his dark hairy cock. I was sitting on the bunk of my side of the trailer and he was all naked, had just showered and the moisture was still glistening off him. He had a drop on the end of his cock. One drop. And it was like coming to Jesus, I just bent forward and sucked that drop right off his cock.
Damn his cock felt good in my mouth. I fell to my knees and kept on sucking. Mario stood over me, looking down at me like you look down on your hunting dog, admiring the man sucking his cock and patting his head for the good effort. His cock was angry hard and I had my hand on it, I sucked him until he filled my mouth with his black Venezuelan cum. I swear I couldn't focus, I was seeing double. I had to let go of his cock and settle back but I didn't want to.
It was done. No way to take it back. Now Mario owned me and as soon as he recovered his energy I bent over the bunk and he fucked me. A man's got to know who the boss is, it's always that way. No nothing to lube me up, dry, right up my ass, by the time he pulled his cock out he had blood on his cock that I had to wipe off with the tail of my shirt that was laying on the bunk.
These were 28 on and 28 off rotations, and Mario had me for the whole time I was there. I went home with his Venezuela cum taste in my mouth, and his Venezuelan cum in my ass. If I liked sucking his cock, he liked it better. He had a thing I could tell for young guys, and I walked into his trap like a fly flies into a spider's web. No escaping.
My rotations never coincided with Mario's again, I spent the rest of my Venezuelan assignment dreaming of that one rotation. I'm office bound now, rarely go out into the field, but I tell the young engineers that there are benefits you can't get in the office. I can pucker my butt right now and feel Mario fucking me, he left that kind of impression. Now, here in the main office, I have to be careful. When I get the urge I never play with anyone I'm working with, I go to a couple of favorite bars out by the airport. Where men are men and the sheep are scared. Oh yes, baa baa baa, Mario you are in my mind right now, I wish I was there with you, sucking on your black cock and getting fucked by you.
