The guy on the ninth floor

was summer One quiet, warm and rather vulgar It appeared that would be.. another year at the apartment Gandia, killing the hours on the terrace, overlooking the sea. I have few friends because only I go there a couple of days a year, therefore, I spend most of time on the floor. for an afternoon intense heat I started to go down the street to buy bread. I went down all the stairs from the sixth floor down. It is a merit because between 32 degrees and could have caught a lift perfectly, there was reason to do so . I returned in seconds since the bakery was a few meters from my apartment. The problem is that up was not the same as download and lazy to do all those stairs germinated in me like a weed. Press the button to call the elevator came quickly. I opened the door and walked into that room it gave me something tiny claustrophobic. I looked in the mirror there right in front and after drying my sweat from his forehead, pressed the number six. However, what happened next caught me off guard.

The elevator door swung open. ” Sorry ” said that accent the interior, so warm. Although I failed to hear his apologies because my eyes were caught in his bare torso. Sweat ran down her body and her nipples got wet, wet the tip. ” I come to run ” he said, guessing my cheeky look into that Greek sculpture made of hot wet skin and flesh. I raised my head and found his face waiting for me with a smile and a look Chestnut penetrated my soul. Her blond hair was tousled, despite being fairly short. He hit the number nine and left a mark of his finger on the button, impregnating with the sweet smell of her sweaty skin. The elevator was tiny and, occasionally, our hands were mixed in a warm touch, where I could taste the flesh of his fingers. I could feel his smell, his manly fragrance erotic desires aroused in me I never felt alone with him and could consummate. Both rondaríamos ates sixteen and we had never seen. ” it is your flat ” He spoke with that exciting voice. I woke from that trance. The trip was so short and so nice I would have liked to stay in that room with him forever. A shy ” Goodbye ” It came out of my mouth, trying not to reveal the excitement in my voice from my mind.

When I got to the floor, I desire consuming me and I could not hide the erection that was lost in my pants. I was up all night thinking about it, imagining how it would be on the ninth floor, hugging her fully nude body, bathed in sweat that had me so wild. Just I wanted to see him again, to feel his presence prohibited. ” not even be gay&quot ;, I thought. But still, the secret desire possessed me and kill my time thinking about your body and imagining the smell of her eggs and his penis.

One day, watching the sea, as usual, I was struck to see how a towel fell from the sky to the garage floor exposed. The reason was simple. A neighbor would hang your towel on the balcony and wind, he would have fallen from the clamps hurtling toward the ground. I spent twenty minutes there, watching the towel on the floor, no one came to collect it. Suddenly the idea came to me like a bullet. What if that towel was the elevator boy? It was a perfect excuse to approach and ask her apartment and I went down, grabbed the towel and once in the elevator, press the number nine. The trip was long because I wanted with all my might touch his bell once and for all. But once I was outside the door, something happened.

This was open ajar rather. Heard, background, the sound of water falling shower. He was paralyzed, not knowing what to do.

” Hello ” I finally let go. The water suddenly stopped and, after a moment, the boy who had so enjoyed my dreams came through the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his waist but with a torso discovered already known to me, the unexpected guest. ” Yes ” he asked.” I’m sorry, I did not bother ” I lied. ” It’s okay, is that leave the door open for more air run because in this heat … ” If it was hot, I would have to see me. ” You see, you dropped a towel over the balcony and came to know if it was yours ” I said showing such fabric. ” Well, I do not know … ” he replied, his torso shone with the light of the drops and their pecs and abs are marked. I could see the way of hair descending from his navel to wander through the doomed towel that covered what I longed to see. ” wait, come and see the balcony because I think I have a very similar. Quiet, my parents are not. ” The desire that ran through my mind became more real as it moved sweet situation. We got to the balcony and saw the view was micho higher, barely distinguishable to people and, therefore, those people do not distinguish you. ” I have two very similar. You can see if the label and branded me. I would but I have wet hands. ” I did not mind at all that cheap excuse so I bent down and tried to guess the brand label.

But before even touching the towel, another towel immediately fell to the ground. It was the boy who suddenly offered me a huge dick, with open and surrounded by a line of hair that gave me a sweet aroma as virile as half glans. The tip spat a few drops of nectar that I craved. Without warning, he grabbed my head and rubbed his magnificent cock, rubbing her scent on his face. I started to eat it slowly, savoring his pre-cum and enjoying the moans that sometimes loose. I raised my hand and stroked his wet body, brushing her nipples with my fingertips. As I fucked her mouth and beat my chin with his huge cojones I enjoyed as a child that finally gets his longed lollipop. After a few minutes of intense blowjob, he lifted me by one arm and dragged me into the bathroom. We arrived in what seemed like an instant. Once there, savagely I stripped me of my clothes and took me to the shower. The water began to slide down our naked bodies, embracing all our senses. What he did next was totally exciting. He grabbed a bar of soap and, as he kissed my neck, rubbed me the anus, looking my deepest expansion. Once I was fully aroused, he thrust his huge bar in the ass and rammed me in that shower, flush against the faucet. He spent several minutes but his panting showed me that I was about to finish. I had run me. It only took me a little while penetrated groping for me to come in liters. ” I’ll run ” he said finally. I, who was just as excited although I had already run, I took my anus and I knelt down to wait for my deserved juice. My lips caressed his penis until that semen hurriedly rushed down my throat, my mouth, my lips, my whole face enjoyed sweet liquid that I knew to glory. I followed chupeteando black pudding until there was nothing left to swallow those juicy eggs.

After that, we dressed and I left the floor to fall still in the hand towel. I entered the elevator and looked in the mirror. He had all the coated side of that white cream. I had forgotten clean. I took the towel and wiped everything. I did once a smile of satisfaction spread across my face.

Years later I would Gandia though it were already in my twenties that had inherited the house. The surprise came when, as adults, we returned to find. But that will be the subject of another story.