Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3

... was in awe. It was impressive. It seemed like he had pulled out a small leg. I remember thinking that it was surprising that someone of his size could walk with anything like that between his legs. But then again, I have to admit that I did have my suspicions about him, and I was right. Not that I spent all my time peeking at his physical gifts, but I had noticed in the past how big his bulge was sometimes when he was around. It was not as thick as Hank’s monster cock, but equally or even, a tiny bit longer. But Hank was 6 feet, 4 inches tall and over 300 pounds, while Alfonso, even with his big beer belly, was about 250 pounds and had a smaller frame (maybe 5 feet, 10 inches tall), so it looked more striking on the shorter man. He took a very long leak. I was amazed with the huge arch of his golden stream as it jettisoned from his long penis. It was mesmerizing. It wasn’t until his stream waned down that I noticed that he was actually staring at me with a smile. At that same moment, a bug got into my gaping mouth. Both, his staring and the fly, took me by surprise, and after that, it all went downhill… literally. Startled by Alfonso’s gleeful eyes piercing into mine and the stupid bug’s invasion, I jolted. The sole of my boots lost grip on the slimy rock I was standing and I sk**, sending my body sliding down into the pond’s murky water. In the blur of the moment, I could hear Alfonso screaming my name out of concern and running to my aid. I knew already that the ...

... retention pond was deeper than 6 feet, so in the split second while I was falling, I was holding my breath and preparing to swim. I heard the splash, and felt the wetness engulf my clothes and body. I was already floating when I opened my eyes. I looked up and saw Alfonso, who had run down the slope, offering his hand to pull me out of the water. I reached out with my arm and he immediately pulled my skinny frame out. I knew his firm handshake, but this time he almost crushed it in his haste to get me out of the pond. It wasn’t obvious, but Alfonso was as strong as an ox. Still at his age, I had seen him moving real heavy stuff all over the place at the construction site so I was not surprised he got me out with such ease. Translated form Spanish <”My boy! Are you ok? What happened?”> He asked concerned. I was a bit confused myself to what had happened. But at that moment, I didn’t care much about anything else but the fact that I was soaking wet and covered in filth. I needed to clean myself and get me some clean clothes. <”I don’t know, but thank you much for pulling me out”> I replied. <”Don’t mention it, my boy. Are you OK? Did you hit yourself?”> <”Shit!”> I said with incredulity as I looked down at myself. <”No… I mean, yes, I’m OK. I don’t think I hurt myself other than my pride. But, shit! Look at this! I need to get changed. I need to clean up myself. Ugh!”> <”Yes you do, my boy. Let me take you to your apartment”> <”Nah, don’t sweat it. I’ll be fine. It’s not that far…”> ...