Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3

... betrayed me yet again. I swiftly shifted my eyes to his crotch for a fraction of a second only to return to his reassuring stare. Regardless of his huge belly, I could see that the bulge between his legs looked enormous; definitely bigger than before. I think I even saw it twitch a little. I felt so irritated at my uncontrollable indiscretion; it was surely fueling Alfonso even more. Alfonso chuckled again, but this time, with an air of triumph. <”That’s exactly what I want to talk about, my boy. Is there anything you like down there?”> He asked with a hint of arrogance, which I rarely saw in him. I looked at him silently. I didn’t know what to say. I was so embarrassed to be in that situation. I felt ashamed that Alfonso’s concept of me may have changed because my lack of control. Or was it? Was it my fault? Well, whatever the reason, I was very confused. It was all happening so fast. <”Look, Alfonso, I wasn’t… I wasn’t looking… I…”> I was so nervous I was not making any sense so I stopped talking, took a deep breath and tried to relax. I dropped my head and closed my eyes. By the time my eyes opened, words finally began flowing from my mouth. <”Alfonso, look, I’m sorry. I apologize for my indiscretion. I never meant to disresp…”> <”No, no, no… look, look…” He abruptly interrupted me. He looked at me with piercing eyes. His powerful hand crawled up dangerously close to the junction between my legs. He caressed my leg through the fabric of my pants before continuing. ...

... <”Relax, relax… I don’t want your apologies. I do not need them. What I want is the truth. Is there anything that you like here?”> I was so nervous and scared. I couldn’t keep my stare at him. I just didn’t know what to do or say. <” I… I just…”> <”Ok, my boy, listen”> He said condescendingly as he slid his hand further up and was now persistently caressing my groin. <”I was young once too. Confused. Curious. I know… I was like you once.”> I tried to say something, but Alfonso was right: I really was confused. I really didn’t know what to say. What was he trying to tell me? All the while I thought he was a f****y man. I would have never imagined he had this kind of interests considering he grew up in a traditional f****y. Now, he was saying he was like me? How did he know? For how long had he know? I had just learned a few new things about myself in the last week, and he already knew? <”Look at me”> He said, now putting his calloused, strong hand on my cheek and directing my face so our eyes would meet. I barely dared, but I complied. <”Let me be honest, I have been observing you for a long time. Pretty much since you arrived to the project and I admit I wasn’t sure with you. Initially, I had my suspicions, but because of our society… you know how traditional is this island; how closed their minds are. They rarely accept liberal opinions, this lifestyle. To most of these families, just the thought of this is considered a sin.”> Alfonso stopped made a pause; probably allowing me to ...