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PART 19
The next morning, we returned very early to San Sebastian. Enrique took a ride with me, Pedro and Rafael went in Enrique's car.
We didn't see anyone else all day. Enrique and I took the day to make sure everything was fine with us and decided to go together to Bilbao. The day went by without major events.
Had it not been for messages from Ander, I would have spent the day without news from the other guys. Ander wanted to organize everything all by himself. Pedro and Rafael went to beaches further away within the Basque Country.
Enrique, for whom money was never an issue, reserved a hotel room for his Venezuelan friend. They had not seen each other in years. I was curious as to why the second guy didn't appear in any photo. Enrique said he didn't know, but gave me details of the relationship: apparently they had known each other for three years. Rodrigo, the Venezuelan bodybuilder, was 37 years old. The skinny guy he was seeing was an Italian named Matteo, who must have been 24 or 25 years old.
"He must be very well endowed, because Rodrigo is obsessed with that. I saw a picture of them some years ago and I was not impressed by his looks.”
"And ... any ideas for tonight?"
“I didn't like how things happened last night. I understood that the two wanted to give us different lessons. I hope that some dynamics will change tonight and I think they will”.
When we got back to San Sebastian, we went to the building's gym together and then took a shower. Enrique was tempting me, but we wanted to save the moment for what could happen tonight. It was Pedro's last day with us and even our stay was coming to an end.
Ander was already on the terrace reserved for the party. He was wearing jeans that highlighted his body well. "Get some drinks," he said. "Yesterday I couldn't go, but I'm officially jealous of you, my friend," he said, looking at me. “Knowing your history, I would never bet that it would happen. I hope you can leave some for me ”, he joked. He was very calm and confident. Ander kept asking me for details of what had happened yesterday. I told him almost everything, with interventions by Enrique. Talking openly about these things brought us closer.
While we were having drinks, Enrique's phone rang. His two friends announcing that they had arrived. We three became really impressed when Rodrigo and Matteo arrived at the area. Instead of a skinny guy and his muscular bodyguard, what we saw were two bulky men.
Matteo was 25 years old, more than 10 years younger than the Venezuelan stud. He was a construction worker and had a lumberjack look: a nice short beard and hairy chest, so he looked older than he was. He was wearing a baggy pant and a tank top where you could read "Top who tops tops". He expressed confidence and arrogance in a natural way. Ander commented that he looked like a gay porn star called Rogan. Yeah, you could see the resemblance.
Rodrigo was also stunning. With 37 years old, he was like a muscle god: broad shoulders, barrel chest, eight-pack abs, narrow waist, sinewy arms. His upper body was almost as impressive as his legs and ass. He seemed to know that his ass was his best feature: his gym shorts contoured perfectly his juicy big bubble butt, drawing all the attention to that. He also had amazing lips. It seemed all his holes were made to be fucked.
We all greeted them, especially Enrique, who had not seen his friend for a long time. The inevitable first subject was Matteo transformation, from twink to muscle hairy hunk in three years.
"Well, Matteo was my personal experiment. He had so much potential, was big where it counted for me, so I had this idea of turning him into THE alpha man in every aspect. We lived for that”.
The guys showed us some pics and videos of Matteo's amazing transformation. It was truly spectacular.
When we were all drinking, Pedro and Rafael finally arrived at the party. They were tanned, having spent the day at beaches. They were both a little bit sweaty, wearing gym shorts and regular t-shirts. Rodrigo, who had not seen them yet in person, could not close his jaw and stared directly at their huge packages. The shape of their cocks hanging down was very evident, the big heads almost poking out. Matteo, on the other hand, full of himself, kept an eye on everybody’s butts, especially on mine.
The weather was perfect. It was going to be one of those summer nights, with the ideal amount of breeze. Everybody got along really well, drinking and talking about various subjects.
While I was helping Ander with the barbecue, Rodrigo asked me if we could talk a little bit in private. “Sure”.
He was a little bit drunk and revealed to me that he and Matteo roleplayed as if Matteo were his master. The story was this: the hairy and muscular Italian man was into authoritarian stuff and he played along. Rodrigo was the first man Matteo had fucked. He was always aware of having a big cock and liked to impress men and women with it. He was also obsessed with fucking muscular guys. In all the years they were together, Rodrigo could not have sex with other guys, but he had to see Matteo fucking other men butts and some women. “He is such a dominant man”, he assured.
“To each their own”, I just said. “And why are you telling me that?”.
“Well, we came here because Enrique told me that you guys were all bottoms, minus you. That you could not handle by yourself this ass feast in San Sebastian and he remembered what I told him about Matteo some time ago. So… we came here so Matteo can help you. And of course he became really interested in it.”.
I could not believe it. “Enrique is such a devil”, I thought. This party had the potential to go wrong. Really wrong.
“What I want to ask you is… if you could convince Matteo to let you fuck me. He can have those four muscular asses for himself. I am sure you had your quota this summer”.
“Man… we should talk to Enrique. It is not exactly like that at all”.
“Yeah, sure. And… those two. Pedro and Rafael. No way they are vers?”.
“Well, this I can guarantee. So far, not”. Trying to listen from afar, Enrique realized where this was going and came to our presence. “Don’t spoil the night, man. Let’s see how things go from here…”
The next morning, we returned very early to San Sebastian. Enrique took a ride with me, Pedro and Rafael went in Enrique's car.
We didn't see anyone else all day. Enrique and I took the day to make sure everything was fine with us and decided to go together to Bilbao. The day went by without major events.
Had it not been for messages from Ander, I would have spent the day without news from the other guys. Ander wanted to organize everything all by himself. Pedro and Rafael went to beaches further away within the Basque Country.
Enrique, for whom money was never an issue, reserved a hotel room for his Venezuelan friend. They had not seen each other in years. I was curious as to why the second guy didn't appear in any photo. Enrique said he didn't know, but gave me details of the relationship: apparently they had known each other for three years. Rodrigo, the Venezuelan bodybuilder, was 37 years old. The skinny guy he was seeing was an Italian named Matteo, who must have been 24 or 25 years old.
"He must be very well endowed, because Rodrigo is obsessed with that. I saw a picture of them some years ago and I was not impressed by his looks.”
"And ... any ideas for tonight?"
“I didn't like how things happened last night. I understood that the two wanted to give us different lessons. I hope that some dynamics will change tonight and I think they will”.
When we got back to San Sebastian, we went to the building's gym together and then took a shower. Enrique was tempting me, but we wanted to save the moment for what could happen tonight. It was Pedro's last day with us and even our stay was coming to an end.
Ander was already on the terrace reserved for the party. He was wearing jeans that highlighted his body well. "Get some drinks," he said. "Yesterday I couldn't go, but I'm officially jealous of you, my friend," he said, looking at me. “Knowing your history, I would never bet that it would happen. I hope you can leave some for me ”, he joked. He was very calm and confident. Ander kept asking me for details of what had happened yesterday. I told him almost everything, with interventions by Enrique. Talking openly about these things brought us closer.
While we were having drinks, Enrique's phone rang. His two friends announcing that they had arrived. We three became really impressed when Rodrigo and Matteo arrived at the area. Instead of a skinny guy and his muscular bodyguard, what we saw were two bulky men.
Matteo was 25 years old, more than 10 years younger than the Venezuelan stud. He was a construction worker and had a lumberjack look: a nice short beard and hairy chest, so he looked older than he was. He was wearing a baggy pant and a tank top where you could read "Top who tops tops". He expressed confidence and arrogance in a natural way. Ander commented that he looked like a gay porn star called Rogan. Yeah, you could see the resemblance.
Rodrigo was also stunning. With 37 years old, he was like a muscle god: broad shoulders, barrel chest, eight-pack abs, narrow waist, sinewy arms. His upper body was almost as impressive as his legs and ass. He seemed to know that his ass was his best feature: his gym shorts contoured perfectly his juicy big bubble butt, drawing all the attention to that. He also had amazing lips. It seemed all his holes were made to be fucked.
We all greeted them, especially Enrique, who had not seen his friend for a long time. The inevitable first subject was Matteo transformation, from twink to muscle hairy hunk in three years.
"Well, Matteo was my personal experiment. He had so much potential, was big where it counted for me, so I had this idea of turning him into THE alpha man in every aspect. We lived for that”.
The guys showed us some pics and videos of Matteo's amazing transformation. It was truly spectacular.
When we were all drinking, Pedro and Rafael finally arrived at the party. They were tanned, having spent the day at beaches. They were both a little bit sweaty, wearing gym shorts and regular t-shirts. Rodrigo, who had not seen them yet in person, could not close his jaw and stared directly at their huge packages. The shape of their cocks hanging down was very evident, the big heads almost poking out. Matteo, on the other hand, full of himself, kept an eye on everybody’s butts, especially on mine.
The weather was perfect. It was going to be one of those summer nights, with the ideal amount of breeze. Everybody got along really well, drinking and talking about various subjects.
While I was helping Ander with the barbecue, Rodrigo asked me if we could talk a little bit in private. “Sure”.
He was a little bit drunk and revealed to me that he and Matteo roleplayed as if Matteo were his master. The story was this: the hairy and muscular Italian man was into authoritarian stuff and he played along. Rodrigo was the first man Matteo had fucked. He was always aware of having a big cock and liked to impress men and women with it. He was also obsessed with fucking muscular guys. In all the years they were together, Rodrigo could not have sex with other guys, but he had to see Matteo fucking other men butts and some women. “He is such a dominant man”, he assured.
“To each their own”, I just said. “And why are you telling me that?”.
“Well, we came here because Enrique told me that you guys were all bottoms, minus you. That you could not handle by yourself this ass feast in San Sebastian and he remembered what I told him about Matteo some time ago. So… we came here so Matteo can help you. And of course he became really interested in it.”.
I could not believe it. “Enrique is such a devil”, I thought. This party had the potential to go wrong. Really wrong.
“What I want to ask you is… if you could convince Matteo to let you fuck me. He can have those four muscular asses for himself. I am sure you had your quota this summer”.
“Man… we should talk to Enrique. It is not exactly like that at all”.
“Yeah, sure. And… those two. Pedro and Rafael. No way they are vers?”.
“Well, this I can guarantee. So far, not”. Trying to listen from afar, Enrique realized where this was going and came to our presence. “Don’t spoil the night, man. Let’s see how things go from here…”