After having fucked me, Roberto had remained dozing for a few minutes face down on my back, not completely removing his cock from my ass. His still warm sperm was oozing from my hole and starting to wet my thighs. It was very hot in that closed room and we were drenched. I felt full and grateful, I didn't even want to move.

Finally, the Argentine stretched and got out of bed. He affectionately smacked my ass and kindly asked if I wanted a beer. I nodded. "Can I take a shower first?... I'm soaked," I asked. He gave me his consent and pointed me to the bathroom. In five minutes I showered, dressed, and arrived in the living room, where he was waiting for me half-dressed in sweatpants, sitting on a couch with two beers. Nacha Guevara was playing on a record player, almost inaudible.

I went to sit next to him on the couch, but he gestured for me to sit on the floor at his feet. "This way I can caress you better," he explained. I obeyed. He grabbed one of the beers (it was a Mahou third, in glass) and made me drink without letting go of the bottle. I drank eagerly, I was thirsty.

We sat like that for a long time, drinking beers and chatting about many things, being a good "porteño" he had a lot of conversation. Every now and then he would caress my neck, chin, nipples. I was getting excited again.

At one point he put one of his feet on the couch and pointed to his big toe. "Suck," he ordered. So I did for a while. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bulge under his pants growing. Then he told me to lie face down on the floor. "I want to see your ass well." I was wearing thin summer pants. He started groping my buttocks hard, pinching me and sometimes pushing his fingers into my hole through the fabric. "Let's go to the bedroom."

Back on that sweaty and cum-soaked bed, I undressed completely and offered myself submissively to that anal orgasm god. But this time he didn't plan to be so kind: His attitude had completely changed, his previous caresses were now rough impositions. He put his fingers in my mouth and then in my ass, gagging my throat with his cock until tears welled up, spanking my buttocks forcefully. He had become a carnivorous animal devouring his prey.

When he put me on all fours, there was no more lubricant cream. He shoved his big cock in with one thrust and started fucking me savagely. It was already a full-blown rape. I moaned mournfully and he covered my mouth with his big hand.

Finally, he came inside me with a groan and collapsed on my back. His drool wet my neck. I didn't move.

Then he got up as if nothing had happened, asked me to follow him to the bathroom, ordered me to get into the bathtub and proceeded to pee all over me the beer I had drunk. "You're clean now," he said, "no need to shower."

So, wet, dirty, and sore, I dressed and he bid me farewell, again very friendly. At the door, he offered me a piece of paper where he had written his nam...