The Heat of Tumbaco
The midday sun in Tumbaco was oppressive, turning the small interior patio into a furnace. I had spent the morning helping Kleber install translucent sheets, the physical labor leaving me drenched in sweat. When the job was finally done, I stripped down to shower in one of the outdoor stalls.
I was rinsing shampoo from my hair when I felt a sudden, warm sensation. Opening my eyes, I was stunned to find Kleber kneeling before me. He had taken me into his mouth with a hunger that left me breathless. My body responded instantly, hardening into a perfect erection within his greedy warmth. I watched, mesmerized, as he worked his tongue with expert precision, his eyes looking up at me with raw, unadulterated lust.
It was the most spectacular experience of my life. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer as the water cascaded over us both. The tension that had built between us for weeks finally shattered, replaced by a primal, rhythmic need that drowned out everything but the sound of our breathing.