I wake up happy, satisfied... I shower, do some chores around the house and ask the young master if I can come over. He responds quickly, tells me yes.

I asked him if he knew how to cook, so I told him with time, hinting that I wanted to cook for him (I mean to feed him, dirty minds) so I dress up, put on sweatpants, no underwear, it makes me feel more accessible, easier, I don't know how to put it, but it turns me on not wearing anything under the sweatpants.

I go for a walk to his house, ring the doorbell, he opens up, I go up the stairs and see him with a smile on his face, damn, two thoughts come to mind, he's happy that I'm coming (great!!!!) and another, what a handsome bastard he is, what a smile, what beautiful teeth, the beard, the curly hair, that pronounced Adam's apple... I'm not interested in men's physique, but it must be recognized that he's a stallion for show.

My mouth waters thinking about that little ass I savored, that sweetness, it reminds me of the times I've been able to taste a delicious pussy...

I go in and ask him, what should I do, sir? And he reminds me about the cooking, and asks me if I can make him some lentils... I find it endearing, I tell him of course, sir, I see what he has and go down to a Covirán next door to buy what he's missing.

I go back up and once in action I undress completely and put on an apron, I ask him, do you mind if I do it like this, sir? And he says, no, no, I'm delighted! And he laughs.

He stands behind me and starts sticking a finger in my anus, I think, how nice that he takes the initiative, that he makes a move, that he does things, because he's more timid and I see that it's hard for him.

I tell him, it's open... because I was at the other house yesterday, so he inserts another finger, and tells me, yes, it shows... is there... semen?

I tell him, nooo, I cleaned up before coming, relax and he says, I wouldn't have minded, it's okay. And I... Ok sir, but I think it's disrespectful to come without being clean. He repeats, no, chill, I wouldn't have minded.

I get started on the lentils, he sits to watch how I make them, says he's learning like this. He's sitting in the kitchen, in pajamas that his mother surely bought him, he's barefoot and I see his feet, his semi-erect dick also hanging between the fabric, his straight shoulders, his strong hands... I bring up the subject of sports, he tells me he plays football, that he has always played and less so now but he still does. I tell him that he knows I can give him a massage when he needs it.

He brings up the subject, what caught their attention, why I do this, and I try to explain it to him, he doesn't seem very convinced, he tells me that at first he thought it was some kind of blackmail and I told him that my only goal was for him to be happy, that anything other than that didn't interest me.

He told me he had had a partner, but they had bro...