THE SECURITY GUARD

A PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION OF AN EROTIC SHORT STORY

THE SECURITY GUARD

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Friday, April 9, 2010
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“Rough Lovers: Another Big Dude”

By Gabriel Gabbo translated and edited into English by Raul Rodriguez

Another big guy? Yes! I was also surprised, but I have to admit: they're great.

In my last novel, “A Common Day, A Beautiful Morning and a big guy”, I told the desire and the realization that I had with a guy who would have been about 45 years old, maybe a little more, and considerably overweight. Fat, but ...

You know that delicious husky profile, all great, no belly, thick legs, bulging the pant legs, big arms, broad shoulders, hairy and virile? So much the better! You know the type: longshoreman, Canadian lumberjack the like. This time it was with another dude, pretty much the same type.

A few weeks ago, the business next to my apartment building which is the on the way to my job, hired a security guard – let it be known that I am a sucker for men in uniform, those in a suit also. Every day, upon returning from work, I passed by this site.

With an impeccable uniform and a bulge perfectly delineated, you could see the outline of the basket very neatly silhouetted and hanging on one side marking each boundary; it was a challenge to my lust.

I always looked out of the corner of an eye; several times I thought or tried to bump "unintentionally" into it, but never did anything like that. Every day I would pass by it, and I get a hard-on - no exaggeration: this is happening every day. He was dressed in black, boots, skin tone with a golden sun and a face of evil, a man's dog. In short: hot.

Last Saturday, I was returning from the bar late at night. I had just bought cigarettes, around 11Pm and I came across the security guard at the corner of the company, on my way back home.

“Can you spare a cigarette?” He said. “Of course!” I answered though trembling. As he opened the box, I looked at everything and took a deep breath. He adjusted his crotch, as one who adjusts his underwear when "uncomfortable" and gave me a faint smile, out of half of the corner of his mouth; an attempt at a smile more like it. “Do you have a light?” (Since he is a smoker, he should have a lighter, no?). “No!” He said he had not.

I have a habit of lighting the cigarette for people. And so I did. He held my hand to light his cigarette and shook. “Do you Like?” I trembled. My legs were no longer mine, they felt like Jell-o. My mind wasn’t there. Within seconds I had a hard-on.

“Do you live near here?” He asked. “Yes, right there” – I pointed to show him. “Alone?” He asked. I laughed. “Alone yes, why?” “I would like to not let the night go to waste”. He said. “Great! Me too”, I replied. We walked the half block to my place. I live in an apartment where everything was tidy, I was prepared, and I had drinks and cigarettes. What more could I ask for that night? He and I, alone!

“Something to drink?” I asked. “Ah! Your name?” He said: “Diego; may I have a beer?” I got some but I also have vodka.” He said: “Can do!”

We started to drink and talk. The talk was heating up ... “Why don’t you get more comfortable?” I asked. That's when he began to open his shirt. “Let me help,” I said. He places his vodka on the table and opened up his arms to allow me to unbutton his shirt.

Started to undo the buttons one by one, looking at him and admiring all that manhood on my couch. The guy ate me with his eyes. I would be content if it only went this far and didn’t continue.

I opened the shirt completely; he was wearing a tank top underneath. I began to fondle his chest. He half smiled at the corner of the mouth and slightly biting his lower lip. I clearly saw that his cock was getting hard. I went down, kissing his chest and following the hair to reach the belt buckle. I buried my face in his bulge; I took a nibble at the head of his cock, which was silhouetted deliciously on the black pants. I blew my breath through the fabric…surely that felt good to him.

I went down the thighs, and on to the boots. He pressed his boot on my mouth, without much strength, but with a certain brutality. I freaked out as I removed his boots; he took the glass and threw vodka on the chest so I came up licking each drop. He pulled my hair at the nape and brought me up to his mouth. “Bitch, you are delicious”, said he whispering.

The guy threw me on the couch and pulled my clothes off at a speed that I had never experienced before. “Relax, I am in charge here” I said. I pushed him on to the couch. “I'm all yours” he said. That was the cue.

I pulled down his pants. Boxer briefs fascinate me, but black was perfect to sleep in it. I was biting his cock mercilessly. I pulled the balls to the side and sucked like I was going to chew them with my mouth. The man howled in pain! I loved it. The more he moaned in pain, the hornier I got.

The hard on was there and the pre-cum as sweet as molasses. I sucked like a calf sucks a cow and as he was pulling my hair to look at my face. The expression on his face was that of "fucker" and that made me go insane. I went up and began to suck his nipples, with a few bites while he hugged me and squeezed my ass vigorously. I squeezed his cock, lightly stroking it all. I thought I was hallucinating.

I licked every part and bit the man. The hard ass, thigh turned, his armpits, which were so full of macho scent, and I licked and licked. What a hot guy! What a delight! What a nice kiss! Kiss a man, no-frills, without any shame, without caution: gross. I love to do and watch the guys tremble with desire. My dick throbbed. I was rubbing my beard on his neck, chest, between his legs. I bit his ear and moaning I said fuck me!

I climbed on the couch and sat on his dick it was thick but such a delight. I was riding him like one would a stallion. With each pumping, with each thrust I was trembling with lust and pain – but it was a good kind of pain, one that is mixed with pleasure. As the macho stud was drilling into my ass like a pile driver I could just barely utter “fuck, fuck, yeah, yeah fuck, fuck me harder”. He groaned even more. I kept saying “Fuck me more, more, harder”. He bit off my chest so hard that I almost lost consciousness.

Sweaty and with a hard-on, we moaned together in unison. With all that size, he turned to panting. I reached the nirvana. The guy knew what he was doing. Every thrust that he gave me, I was shaking with pain and pleasure. He hugged me from behind and was wildly swollen, with the hard cock inside me. While doing so, he masturbated me and shook my nuts - with force. I could not endure it; it was inevitable...I moaned cumming in his hand.

With a handful of cum, he brought it to my mouth, and without mercy, began pumping harder – “Aaaaaaaaaaaah” what a great man - pumping more and more, and more ... My whole body was numb. It seemed that all his adrenaline, endorphins and naughtiness had been unloaded into me. This man came and it was yummy. That thrill was peculiar.

He kept cumming even after he was swinging '- going back and forth - with the dick still inside me. It was a true spectacle. Then he threw me on the couch, he was rubbing his cock in me all fucking white, frothy churned cum. Then while still inside me and nibbling my ear it felt incredibly yummy. The breath of a macho man, on top of me with all his weight on my body was indescribable. I would die right there and be happy.

I was exhausted. I would like to take a bath, he said. I didn’t even reply. I stayed there, motionless, enjoying the moment, the smell, pleasure and pain. I rose some time later and went in the bath too. Of course I was not alone in the bath. The guy was, delightfully, insatiable. My body affected by bites and bruises from the squeezing for a few days.

In the eyes of the world, it is unknown, but here in my apartment, we are lovers. Since then, these so far have been the best nights I ever had, and that was the episode that changed me; I "think" that I became mad, somewhat sadistic, masochistic and certainly crazy for big hairy men big time.