The Thursday Encounter
The first time I saw Ramiro, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was a lean man of average height, but he possessed a physical attribute that seemed almost otherworldly. His member was thick, long, and sculpted with a perfection that defied logic. When he noticed my stunned expression, he smiled and gently invited me to touch him. I tried to wrap my hand around him, but my fingers couldn’t even meet on the other side.
Ramiro teased me, asking if I wanted to experience him fully. I laughed in disbelief, questioning who could possibly handle such a size. He told me about Edson, a regular client who visited every Thursday, a man who craved the intensity that only Ramiro could provide. Intrigued and aroused, I agreed to join them the following week, paying my share of the suite just to witness the spectacle.
Thursday arrived, and the tension in the room was electric. Edson was a beautiful young man, fair-skinned and fit, his desire for Ramiro evident in every glance. As Ramiro began to stir, Edson’s mouth worked wonders, bringing the massive length to full, rigid attention. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch Edson’s firm, upturned glutes, and to my delight, he guided my hand toward his heat, silently inviting me to prepare him.
Following Ramiro’s instructions, I used my fingers and then my tongue, tasting Edson and easing him open. The air was thick with musk and anticipation. Once Edson was ready, coated in lubricant and trembling with need, he positioned himself on all fours at the edge of the bed. I watched, breathless, as Ramiro began the slow, deliberate invasion.
The sight was hypnotic. Edson gasped, pleading for patience as the massive head pushed through, stretching him to his absolute limit. There was a moment of intense tension, a flicker of struggle, and then a loud moan of pure ecstasy as Ramiro buried himself completely. Edson’s body arched, his voice filling the room with cries of pleasure. He was a glutton for the sensation, grinding back against Ramiro to absorb every millimeter of the girth.
Caught in the heat of the moment, I began to masturbate, reaching out to caress both of their balls as the rhythm intensified. Ramiro’s breathing became ragged, his movements powerful and deep. With a final, guttural shout, he reached his peak, filling the condom deep inside Edson. As Ramiro collapsed in exhaustion and slowly withdrew, Edson remained draped across the bed, his body still humming from the impact.
Edson looked at me, his eyes hazy with pleasure, and whispered his consent. I quickly donned a condom and slid into the warmth Ramiro had left behind. The sensation was incredible; the walls were tight yet welcoming. I lost myself in the rhythm, kissing the nape of Edson’s neck until I finally surrendered to my own release.
After we cleaned ourselves, Ramiro looked at me with a knowing smirk. “So,” he asked, “have you decided? Do you want to try it for real next time?” I smiled, still reeling from the experience. “Another day,” I replied, though in my heart, I knew I would return for that dream of a man.