Who said Champaign it's only useful to get drunk with style?!

Well, first of all I'm wonder what the hell is this new blogger interface.
Digested.
Simpler, cuter.
Stop processing.

Well, I hadn't write in a while.
But instead of initiating the usual dump of emotions and rampage of events I'm going
to first documentate for the future the events of sunday's evening.


Start:

Well, I was horny from all that sun, all that water and all that beautiful hard bodies in the hotel's pool.

When we reached our villa i took off my clothes as usual and stood naked in a chair watching TV.
J came and sit in the chair next to me with a glass of champaign in his hand, he handed it to me.
He looked so sexy on that white towel, the darkness of his skin contrasting with the white and that luster that suntan seems to give to mankind.

I took a big sip of champaign feeling the bubbles picking at my mouth.
my mouth I tought, my lips grew bigger and my dick started to grow too, a devilish smirk crossed through my face, I moved my tongue a couple of times inside my mouth playing with the cold liquid I got inside of it, warming it.

I went down in my knees, my left hand caressing my dick and my balls. J got his legs wide open, I could see a hint of his dark balls and his dick s growing in anticipation at what I was going to do.

I fliped open the white towel, his dark meat growing towards me, I opened my mouth and gulp it full. I could feel it moving inside my mouth while my tongue flapped it's sides mixing the sensation of skin with the sensation of bubbles and warm/cold liquid. I sucked and sucked and sucked motivated by his moans that were growing louder and louder.

And then I stopped.

"I'm going for a drink" I said.

He took me by the hand and told me "you make me crazy"

"You hadn't seen anything yet" I replied.


I brought a new bottle.

Opened it. Seeing the wine going out in that foamy spur it's something that always excites me, I pointed the spur to J's face, he opened his mouth while the wine filled it and started to run trough his neck, chest, always down following gravity, never tought as a dick like the center of gravity of anything but then, dicks always draw attention.

I took a big gulp of champaign, and started to kiss J, a deep kiss mixing whatever remained in our mouths, then down, cleaning his body of the divine wine, his neck, his chest, caressing his nipples with my tongue while I sipped more champaign and started to work every sensitive piece of skin I wanted to try, I took his dick in my hand and started to jack him off, very slow, dripping wine over it, it looked so hot I couldn't stand putting in my mouth again, his moaning were growing louder and louder, so loud I stop worring someone could hear, I just wanted to take him to the extreme, wanted to know how long I can make him stand before asking me to fuck him.

I stood again.

"come on, Want to try something" I said
He came behind me as a dog follows his master.

We went to the living room and I ordered him to seat in the couch.

I took the champaign bottle and drink from it standing in front of him, my dick hard and hot. He started to caress it. "No, wait" I said.

I looked down at him for very long meditating what to do next, would put him on his knees to suck me off, would put him in four and fuck him right away, or play a little more with him.

I took the bottle and downpour it over my face, I could feel the cold going down till it reached my chest, my nipples, my dick, my balls, my legs, my feet.

He moaned so high I though he'd come.

I rise my left foot to his lips. "Clean me" I said.

He started to suck my toes, his tongue licking my legs, my dick, my balls, his tongue was everywhere and I kept throwing more wine to the mix, he was so hot I can see the look in his face, but not yet, I wanted to play more.

He started to suck my dick so hard I almost got close to come, I slap him, "come, I want to suck your manhole" I said.

He stood, not knowing what to do.

"Put on four" I said.

I let him a while to increase it's tenure. He tried to look why I wasn't doing anything yet, I took another gulp of wine, those dam bubbles were going up straight to my head.

My mouth went straight for his manhole. I teased it with my tongue till I feel it whimpering.

He started to moan, then I left my mouth's fill inside him, he moaned so loud I got distracted and the rest of the wine started to cover all his ass down to his balls.

I couldn't stand it, took my dick in my head, it was grossly excited, the head was so full of blood I remember I thought he couldn't handle it. I started to push the head against his hole, his sweet mancunt, his legs started to tremble and I felt it slipping in. So, I was full inside.

I started to pound him, very hard, while keeping the wine flowing over his body, I love about J that he takes my dick as a man and I hit him hard like a man, he came twice, my back started aching after an hour, I took my dick out. still hard. He was horny still, his dick was growing again.

Another devilish thought crossed my mind.

I sit above him with my legs at his sides.
"WANNA FUCK ME?" I louded asked while my ass rubbed his dick.
"OR WANT ME TO FUCK YOU?" I said again, not stopping from rubbing his dick with my ass and pinching his nipples. I was having a lot of fun with this guy.

"I love when you are this hot, you make me crazy, I love you, I love you" he said.

I smiled and took the remaining wine.
Downpour it on his body
started caressing his dick.
And directed it to my manhole.

I took him full.

He moaned and moaned and started to move up and down.
It felt so good, the cold wine and the hot rod inside.
I started to ride him as if I was riding a wild horse.
faster and faster.
I only had this devilish smile in my face.
My eyes could see only one thing.
Pleasure, Lust.
I wasn't me who was riding this guy to hell.
It was pure lust, the knowing that I had all the control over him.
I pounded myself harder and harder, faster and faster against him
The couch and the floor complaining of the strain they were forced upon.
He was moaning and moaning, his eyes lost, wandering in some personal nirvana, his hands trying to grab to something to keep it's owner sanity.

I knew then he was coming, and I was coming too.

I pound my manhole against his manhood four more times, four more faster and harder times, and then he came, he started to scream till the sound got lost, he looked feverish, his hips moving instinctly against my body trying to keep the moment going and going, his hand grabbing my ass so hard he left marks on it while I still pound him again and again.

"Coño, huevón, me vengo" I said.
My cum started to pour like the champaign a couple of hours before hitting him in his neck, his chest, mixing with the rest of the wine and the sweat, I took some of that mix and put it to my mouth, tasting it while my body still hing to nirvana.


I gave a one final cry, that sounded more like a battle cry a demon would use when gaining a soul for hell.

Because that's what I felt I had done.

I gave him a last kiss.

He couldn't talk, he was speechless. his heart was running fast.

I stood up and drank the last of the wine.

His body down in the couch, bruised and used.

I smiled to myself, I could use him once more I tought, but then ...

What a good fuck, pitty we runned out of champaigne.

In the lighter side of life:
Sudden Eros is hitting heavy on K
It's sexual drive is in high and automatic.
Sometimes I'm wonder if the moral restraints I let as a safeguard would be enough.

Certain behaviours are sparking at work among K and others:
-FLV gets into the conference room and plainly ignores K.
-There's no BC for K
-There's no BDCA for K

I meet a cool girl on friday
But J got jealous so I had to keep away from her.
Go figure!!

I'm still concerned about the test.
Rescheduling priorities.

Feel sort of derailing.

But then, who lives.