He positioned the reclining armchair in front of the entrance door, climbed on top in a half-sitting position with his back against the backrest, pushed it back, put his feet on the armrests, and placed a towel over his genitals leaving his anus exposed. He wanted to wait for him like that, he wanted him to arrive, open the door, see him clearly offered, and immediately penetrate him. He liked to start with what others left for later. Many times it hurt, but he liked it. His first time was between some trees and the man who deflowered him went all in, but the excitement he felt and the moans he heard turned him on and he didn't mind the pain.

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Fernandito (nobody ever called him Fernando) was 25 years old and was studying for his doctorate at the University. He was very determined and always knew what he wanted, also in sex. He had been seeing Andrés, a friend of his father's who was 43 years old, for two years. Everything started because of the boy. One day his father received three of his best friends at home. They were having some beers when Fernandito arrived. Immediately he noticed Andrés, it was automatic, the others ceased to exist. He looked at him intently, then he changed his gaze, not wanting his father to notice his interest, but he kept looking at him whenever he could. He was very determined and his goal was for Andrés to realize, to at least question why he was looking at him. And he succeeded, Andrés first hesitated, but then he realized that the boy had some kind of interest in him.

Fernandito sat down with them to drink. Alberto, his father's name, was surprised, he had never done that before, but he liked that his son shared with him and his friends. The boy was sitting next to him and Andrés was in front of him. The position they were in allowed him to look at him without his father noticing the frequency and insistence of his looks. They kept drinking until it was time to leave. The other two left and Andrés hesitated, staying a little longer on purpose. The father started cleaning up, taking things from the living room to the kitchen.

• Andrés (at a moment when they were alone in the living room): "Is there something you want to tell me, Fernandito?"

• Fernandito (sitting next to him, putting his hand on his leg and speaking softly): "Yes, but it would be better if you come tomorrow afternoon when I'll be home alone"

• Andrés: "What?... Do you want to give your father a gift or something like that?"

• Fernandito: "No, more like a gift for myself and maybe also a gift for you"

• Andrés (hesitating): "I don't know... remember that your father is my best friend"

• Fernandito: "Better, don't you think? It's always better with someone you trust"

• Andrés: "Alright, I'll come tomorrow and we'll talk more calmly, okay?"

• Fernandito: "Perfect, I'll be waiting for you"

The next day what Fernandito w...