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Zilv is not his real name, but he actually looks a lot like Zilv, the hottie in the first picture below. He's my best friend, the gigolo of my town.
His charming tan muscles make the rocks sweat. His sparkly green eyes open the flowers in all seasons. The smile of his lips can easily spread legs, and his deep voice immediately makes underwears wet.
All girls think he's the prince charming in his whole flesh, and I knew always that he thinks of each girl as a flesh hole for his big sized penis.
I tried many times to convince him to repent from fucking any girl who chases or tries to hunt him, but he continued obeying to his heterosexual instincts every time.
He was frustrated one time when I told him that he sees women worthless, and that's why he only wants from them just a nice or fast fuck. I even tried to convince him to have a normal relationship with a girlfriend, at least to try it, but he never understood why I'm asking him to do this, and always was arguing the opposite way.
I had hope in him becoming a different man, a man who has interest in one special girl, or guy if he's not into emotions with girls! I was hoping in him, for his charm, his intellect, his honesty with his friends, and his good management towards his family, but I always became disappointed in him after each time he meets a girl, for not looking at her in other ways than a fuck doll. What a disaster. But he's my cherished disaster.
A month ago, he came to my place just to tell me that he was fed up with girls, that they all became the same in his eyes, like if he's only jerking his cock times after times when putting it in their vaginas. He never enjoyed a kiss, hugs never made him feel good, he never wanted to stay in bed after he cums, or for a meal after he showers.
He asked me if I may know the reasons of his sexual coldness with women, based on the opinions that I was giving him before. I told him that he must try to kiss whilst closing his eyes, to feel the warmth of the body in every hug, to imagine his soul inside her body when he moves his dick inside her vagina or even mouth. And when he asked me how to do all of that, I knew that I had to make my 3 years awaited move.
I kissed him like when Kevin Lengyel kissed Joshua Rodgers for the first time. I hugged him sensually as Miguel Ángel Cruz did to Justin Michael Bauer. Then I grabbed his penis rubbing his balls and made him cum on me like when Andre Khalil explodes his cum on Keith Gaspari's suit. He didn't resist, neither contributed actually, like if I was kissing my mirror, hugging a pillow and masturbating my own dick. He opened his eyes looking at the sealing, zipped back his erected penis into his pants, and left like a deaf blind mute monkey.
I never saw him or hear from him since then. I kept his semens though on my pant as a souvenir or maybe a hope for him to come back another time. And that's what happened this morning.
To Be Continued...
His charming tan muscles make the rocks sweat. His sparkly green eyes open the flowers in all seasons. The smile of his lips can easily spread legs, and his deep voice immediately makes underwears wet.
All girls think he's the prince charming in his whole flesh, and I knew always that he thinks of each girl as a flesh hole for his big sized penis.
I tried many times to convince him to repent from fucking any girl who chases or tries to hunt him, but he continued obeying to his heterosexual instincts every time.
He was frustrated one time when I told him that he sees women worthless, and that's why he only wants from them just a nice or fast fuck. I even tried to convince him to have a normal relationship with a girlfriend, at least to try it, but he never understood why I'm asking him to do this, and always was arguing the opposite way.
I had hope in him becoming a different man, a man who has interest in one special girl, or guy if he's not into emotions with girls! I was hoping in him, for his charm, his intellect, his honesty with his friends, and his good management towards his family, but I always became disappointed in him after each time he meets a girl, for not looking at her in other ways than a fuck doll. What a disaster. But he's my cherished disaster.
A month ago, he came to my place just to tell me that he was fed up with girls, that they all became the same in his eyes, like if he's only jerking his cock times after times when putting it in their vaginas. He never enjoyed a kiss, hugs never made him feel good, he never wanted to stay in bed after he cums, or for a meal after he showers.
He asked me if I may know the reasons of his sexual coldness with women, based on the opinions that I was giving him before. I told him that he must try to kiss whilst closing his eyes, to feel the warmth of the body in every hug, to imagine his soul inside her body when he moves his dick inside her vagina or even mouth. And when he asked me how to do all of that, I knew that I had to make my 3 years awaited move.
I kissed him like when Kevin Lengyel kissed Joshua Rodgers for the first time. I hugged him sensually as Miguel Ángel Cruz did to Justin Michael Bauer. Then I grabbed his penis rubbing his balls and made him cum on me like when Andre Khalil explodes his cum on Keith Gaspari's suit. He didn't resist, neither contributed actually, like if I was kissing my mirror, hugging a pillow and masturbating my own dick. He opened his eyes looking at the sealing, zipped back his erected penis into his pants, and left like a deaf blind mute monkey.
I never saw him or hear from him since then. I kept his semens though on my pant as a souvenir or maybe a hope for him to come back another time. And that's what happened this morning.
To Be Continued...