There were three of us. One was my friend, the other was a stranger. His skin was pale, colorless like snow. He had a three-day-old mustache, and best of all, he was gay. His expressionless face highlighted his fine pink lips. He stared at me with his imperious gray eyes.
I had never known anyone with a sallow and vampire-like appearance, and yet I was attracted to him. He fixed his gaze on me. He was gay and beautiful. His name was Ayrton. He said, "Don't be shy."
His voice color was clear and deep. Those three words had me under their spell. And without understanding what the strange boy wanted, I impulsively looked at my other friend Bolivar. He indicated with a hand gesture the place in the room where I should go. Automatically, my feet led me to the vampire-like stranger.
He did not mention a word, but the position he had taken helped his provocative intent. Then he wanted me to kneel and bow before him.
So I knelt down in front of him and put my head at his feet. His feet were long, hairy like a rabbit's. They were not wide, which gave him a sophisticated appearance. His bones were very pronounced, and in the skin of his mid-foot he had long black hairs that extended toward his legs like grass.
As I kissed his feet, curiosity to see his whole body turned me on. At this point in the game, I realized that I had to earn it to feel him inside me.
He was playing a sort of monarch, deciding the rules of this game. He had sat down to indulge his whims. I was at his mercy. He measured his foot on my face, started beating me with his feet while I was supposed to lick his feet. I managed to catch one, and little by little I opened my mouth.
He subtly moved the foot I was sucking until he pulled it out and slapped my face with it. He now pushed his other foot into my mouth. But I bit at the same foot with my teeth as a sign of rebellion. He hastily removed his foot and kicked me in the face. I looked at him defiantly. He stood up and Bolivar commented, "Ayrton, do you want me to help you?"
I had read that the meanings of names are very important to a person's personality. They determine our character traits. Ayrton translated meant "the flexible, skillful and seductive." And yes, his body was seductive. And although his posture and appearance were blunt, the sexual charisma he had overshadowed his odd mannerisms.
Ayrton replied, "No, wait a minute. Let me make him a little more submissive. It's only fair to everyone involved."
Ayrton grabbed me by the hair, and while I was kneeling, he pointed my face at his face with arbitrariness. He slapped my face three times hard. From then on he smashed my head against the floor and almost crushed it with his big feet. It hurt, but it was incredibly turn-on. Ayrton gruffly ordered, "Take off your pants!"
I tried to take off my pants. But my attempt was absurd: I couldn't just take them off in the position I was in. The longer I took, the harder he kicked me. Now I was definitely sure that this boy had no intention of being gentle with me.
His foot went from my skull to my neck. Slowly, his fingers also went into action. He took two of his fingers and slowly guided them into my ass. Ayrton was now yelling, "Hold your little ass up. Now I'm going to really get to know you." A lustful tremor filled my body. Ayrton started thrusting his fingers into my ass so fast that it hurt my anus again.
Last night was my first time with Bolivar, the third in the threesome. It hurt to spray his cock in my ass. For a moment I even thought about ending the sex act because Bolivar was very aggressive during sex despite my inexperience. But I decided to ignore the pain.
I watched Bolivar enjoying his friend putting his fingers in my ass. Suddenly Bolivar grabbed my head and guided it to his penis. Ayrton was so insatiable in his lust that he now stopped with his fingers and pushed Bolivar away.
Ayrton tried to put his whole penis down my throat, pushing with momentum against an inner wall in my mouth. He placed my head so that I could look directly at him. When I closed my eyes, he took his cock out of my mouth. My face was wet and my throat felt hard. I moved my head away from him to cough and breathe.
He went back into action. He pulled his cock in and out so fast that my mouth was flooded with my own saliva. And finally, he held his cock as deep as he could get it in my mouth while covering my nostrils with his testicles.
I stared at him and opened my mouth wider to breathe. I struggled for about fifty seconds until I coughed up a large amount of saliva, which I expelled intensely toward his balls. I was relieved because I could breathe now. Ayrton saw how slimy his whole pelvis was. He took off his t-shirt.
What was to be seen? A completely hairy man, a wonderful Roman sculpture. Everything was consistent with his way of handling sex. He excited me so much that I rushed to kiss his abdomen, but he only pushed me back, which only excited me more.
Ayrton sighed, "Hey, hey.... Calm down. Who told you to kiss my body? Your job here is to lick feet, suck cock and offer your ass."
Ayrton laid me on my back. Without hesitation, he penetrated me. A pleasurable pain assaulted me. I moaned out. At the same time from pleasure and from pain. He smiled. "Come, it's just beginning," he said.
Ayrton did the same again, without compassion or understanding of the pain. He forced me to hold my spine up so he could thrust his fat cock into my ass once more.
Adonis in vampire-like form punished me one more time. He really looked like an animal. Because when I saw his completely naked body, I realized that he had the facial features and the slender figure of a wolf, a really big wolf!
This wolf with the body of a man injected a strong load full of sperm into my anus after a few minutes. When he came, he moaned so loudly that I was about to come myself. Finally, he let go of me.
I followed his cock with my eyes looking for more, even though I didn't want more. His orgasm had been my satisfaction. Suddenly, Ayrton smiled at me. "You have proven yourself worthy," he said. "Here comes your reward." And then he willingly lay down on the sofa, stretched his ass out to me and said, "Your turn, my little sheep."
