01. It was necessary to calm the tension

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My tension was sky-high.
I had to change my life after what had happened in the old job. I needed to improve, to escape from that toxic and stressful environment.
I still don't believe in my eyes, my abilities and what I managed to achieve. After some fruitless talks comes the probable turning point in my life: one of the Big Four has laid his eye on me, elevating me to something I had never been in life.
I felt honored but now i have to pass last selection.

While I'm on the train I feel the rapid heartbeat, while I torture my tuft of rebellious hair in search of the right words to bestow on the future employer to leave him speechless.
I am no longer the undisciplined and deserving of ridicule boy from last time.
 I'm sure it will be better this time.
I cannot and must not succumb to the destructive side that has accompanied me since I was born and has sunk my life.

I hate my native country.
Behind the sea, the good food and the beautiful bodies that I observe every day hide the perennial stress, the hunger pay and a gregarious working spirit aimed at excluding any different person.
And from that toxic team like arsenic I was totally opposite.
It will be because I wear glasses or because of my buttery bear physique; I will not have surprised them with my passions too nerdy for them and I am not as competent and performing as the colleagues who have been there for at least twenty years.

The stakes are high and the time has come to bet everything on this new proposal that is taking me to Verona, the fascinating city that gave birth to the tragic love story of Romeo and Juliet.Unlike them in my life I have never had a love reciprocated so strongly, so much so that unfortunately for me I have always ended up in the most drinkable friendzones.

After nine hours on the train I am destroyed.
I arrive at Porta Nuova station and only two hundred meters separate me from the hotel where I will stay for these first three days in presence, and then return to smart working.
I drag myself by inertia with the trolley in hand, listening to classical music excluding myself from the happiness and goliardia typical of the Veronese.
It will be for the much praised good wine, it will be for the fact that that particular city is a beautiful sight of people at times coming out of Viking, but I notice such a persistent lightness in this population that almost annoys me.

I check into the hotel and, after taking an elevator to the fourth floor, I open the door of the room, and I dive into bed enjoying the thud that makes the door close.
Sometimes I suck myself; I'm drenched in sweat, my white shirt is stuck to my upper body and my long black pants are dusty.
I look at myself in the mirror to the side of the bed and I disgust.
The hair out of place, the extra pounds and the sometimes dazed facial expression do not make me a nice guy. But I feel, suddenly, something hardening underneath.

It pulsates, becoming more and more engorged; it is its ideal moment as I have a serious need to calm the growing anxiety that devours me. I massage myself there, between my legs, moaning as I pinch my left nipple with one of my hands.
I pull down my pants, take off my underwear and leave my shirt slightly uncovered.
I love that piggy look that I'd like to have in my dream job as a failed porn actor.

I have to satisfy that low yet fundamental instinct.
 I feel it, it's too hard.
I want to really enjoy it.
From my suitcase I take a enjoyment kit: lubricant, clips for the nipples and a small vibrator that were well hidden in a blind spot of the suitcase. I take the lubricant from my bag and start tickling my chapel with undulating movements, then I put the clothespins on the nipples and slowly insert and operate the vibrator in the butt.

The feeling is heavenly.
The pain mixed with pleasure of the clothespins makes me scream as my butt is dug deeper and deeper and better and better near the prostate.
I enjoy thinking back to the last fucked at sea where four men competed for my cock and nipples to the sound of blowjobs and licks.
I deflect myself from pleasure, naked before my inebriated gaze, my glasses in shades of ochre and blue and my raven hair always disheveled. I try to restrain myself, move and stimulate myself more and more but after five minutes I scream coming all over my belly and coming with a splash up to the beard.

I'm full of cum all over my ass, ebro with that feeling of enjoyment that lasts a few minutes. But, after that amount of time, I feel that I still need that well-being and relaxation; This time, however, I want to try a cock in the flesh to suck and make me break through.
 And, if he wanted, I could also put my member in his warm and welcoming ass, with proper precautions.

I tried to search on Grindr as far as time was, as that cloaca hosted becere divas of my boots who allowed themselves to insult me without restraint because they were too fat for them.
On Bakeca I had already taken risks for my safety and so, resigned, I start sawing myself again in front of pornhub.
 I choose a video of two guys each other in a hotel room, only to continue in a warm and welcoming place.
I have enlightenment.
I have to go to a gay sauna; After all, I've never been there.

I fiddle with my cell phone looking for such a place and, to my sweet surprise, I find one forty-five minutes walk from me.
I snort because I feel the heat take possession of me even before crossing the threshold of the hotel.
I take courage and, after a quick shower I am ready.

I change two buses, arriving in front of the monumental cemetery after five minutes walk from the last stop.
I pass a bend and pass a gas station.
I feel my cock getting wet and soaking up in the same way.
I arrived after a lot of effort and I'm ready to relax as I say. After paying the entrance and a card that would have allowed me to access other times I stripped naked in the locker room feeling a mixture of excitement and discomfort.
Through the minibar, with the towel covering me, I pass out of curiosity a corridor that led to an almost dark room.
What I see leaves me speechless and a great desire to cum.

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