Don Valentin enters his office with a smile, his strong smell of sweat permeating the place in seconds. He arrives disheveled, with his hair still damp, sweat stains visible on his chest and armpits under his sweater. He takes off his shoes and socks, a pungent smell of cheese combining in the air with the strong aroma left by his sweat.

Güicho and I continue painting in silence. Don Valentin walks barefoot to a small refrigerator behind his desk, takes out a beer can, opens it, and drinks a long sip, about half the can. He takes another can as a spare and walks with both to a plastic-covered armchair. He sits down to watch us work.

The lawyer is of short stature and has the physique of a bodybuilder, his chest very pronounced and his arms thick. He sits with his thighs open and they look big, snug in his sports shorts. His thick legs are almost hairless, with only a few hairs on his calves.

Although he is 35, he appears to be 25. As we work in front of him, he starts rubbing his bulging package protruding from his small yellow shorts.

Güicho, as expected, is very distracted by Don Valentin's package. He wiggles his buttocks on purpose as he rolls the paint on the wall. We are about to finish, so I don't mind him fooling around and not helping.

"You want it, don't you, asshole?" - Don Valentin says to Güicho very seriously, grabbing what appears to be a quite thick dick under his shorts.

"Yes, Daddy," Güicho responds, turning around and making his usual provocative gestures.

"I'm not your Daddy, I'm the Lawyer," he corrects.

"Sorry, lawyer," Güicho says in a servile and submissive tone that he always uses to tease his men.

"Come here," Don Valentin orders, and Güicho obediently leaves the roller in a bucket and walks towards Don Valentin. He kneels between his thick, dark legs, bringing his face closer to his bulging package. Don Valentin puts his hand on his forehead, "not yet, bitch," he says. "You have to earn it."

Don Valentin straightens up a bit and takes off his sweater. His sweaty pectorals glisten, his well-defined abdomen is also soaked.

The Boss sits back down and lifts his muscular right arm, exposing his moderately hairy armpit. "Lick," he orders Güicho.

I kneel, advance my face towards his armpit, but take off the fucking clothes, you're going to stain me with paint - Güicho no longer has his shirt on, he stands up and turns his back to Don Valentin. He unbuttons his pants and slowly pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his fleshy and hairy ass to Don Valentin.

Then he kneels back down, completely naked, and watches him bury his face in the Boss's armpit - "Do you like the smell?" he asks, making disgust gestures.

"A lot, lawyer," my cousin responds quietly, without stopping licking.

"Come, Simon," he tells me, and I get goosebumps, I don't know how to explain to everyon...