Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3

... of the restroom, I was by myself. I walked to the engineer’s chair and collapsed on it with an exhale. I was glad that it was over and he was gone. Fortunately, Ramirez had actually left for the week, and the rest of the day was uneventful. I didn’t come out of the shack until quitting time, time during which Alfonso never came back in. He stayed out in the field. That had been a real close call and I guess neither one of us wanted to push our luck with Ramirez or anybody else. By the time I took my back pack and got out of the office, it was well after 4 PM and the project was already pretty much deserted. It was a Friday after all so people would leave even earlier than usual. I walked around a little bit immersed in my thoughts, which were mostly about the intense events of the day. Yes, even more specifically about Alfonso, his nice attentions to me and his enormous and gorgeous cock. When I realized about what I was doing I was walking down into the crater of the retention pond, where it all began. A few more steps and I was standing right next to the slippery rock where I fell from into the water. I definitely avoided stepping on it, but it reminded of first time I saw his exposed manhood. I looked up to where he had taken his piss and how impressive his cock looked. I picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the water. I remembered how much he enjoyed my oral service in the truck on that hidden road on the way to the project; how sexy was our intimate ...

... moment in the project office when kissed and he fingered me so passionately; and how closed we were to be busted by the project’s big boss. After seeing the stone sk**ding on the water and forming ripples, I waited until the surface came back to calm and was flat again. Then, I turned around and started walking up the slope to get into my vehicle and head the apartment. Even though I had already cleaned most of the substance over my outer skin earlier in the restroom upon Ramirez’s impromptu appearance, most of the thing that Alfonso had applied had been actually inside, and was still inside. I could still feel the viscous ointment very slippery inside my rectum with each step. However, at that instant, I looked up as a figure showed up at the top of the slope. It was Alfonso. With an indifferent, he unbuckled his belt, took his long dick out and began taking a piss in a different direction to where I was. Upon seeing him, I stopped. I couldn’t help but to laugh in disbelief. When he was done, he made sure to drain his penis thoroughly before partially pulling up his pants, holding them only with one hand while walking to where I was. I did not move. I waited for all his cynic show to be over including his march towards me. He stood in front of me with a satiric smirk on his face. I frowned at him as I put my arms around his shoulders. “Are you done?” I asked sarcastically as my body closed the gap between us. He didn’t answer. He just released the grip on his pants, letting them ...