It was unintentional.

I was walking up Piamonte street, which turned upon itself and quickly approached me, giving me a card saying "Call me around 9:00 p.m.," "Okay," I replied. "Alejandro," I said after reading his name. A very cool upper-atmosphere guy, with possible resources. He looked around 50-something, with all his hair dark, long, contrasting with my 43 years and my cleanly shaven military-style head. The first make-out session made it clear that things were going to escalate. Our dicks didn't take long to liven up the scene, I lost control and decided to taste his dick as a garment disappeared in the sales, and I don't remember how he spread my butt cheeks before shoving his bare cock inside me, no lube, no saliva, nothing. All the way in, to the shout of "fuck me, bastard" - which he did. Haha.

Alejandro had the whole house filled with books - an intellectual, I thought. I didn't see a single tattoo, but his skin was soft and welcoming. We talked for a while, until his hand reached for my ass, before covering it with Crisco, to screw it more leisurely, while my sighs begged for more and more.

Alejandro enjoyed fucking me, but he often suggested we explore more because he wanted to have an open relationship. So one Saturday that month, we went to "Strong" to give him some playthings that would bind him more to me. We arrived around 3:00 a.m., barely a dozen guys were there. I asked him to get me a drink and when he came back I was lying on the sling with three guys walking around me. The three guys were burly and lined up to take their turn. The first released a stream of piss that slid down my butt cheeks, when he finished the second...a better quality, without contemplation made me give a little moan as he entered me, and the third filled my mouth with his load. With three new clients, they put me on all fours and penetrated me at once, ruthlessly impregnating me.

I slipped away as best as I could and took refuge in the manager's office. Don Pascual gave me a tranquilizer (blow) and offered me his most prestigious clients, who recorded the violation of his protection service.

Two Angolans in full action and the collaboration of a group of Romanians known as "the milkmen".