Alvaro and Helena

Álvaro and Helena

Álvaro has always been a part of my family's history. For years, he was my father's accountant, closely monitoring the early days of our store. Over time, our professional relationship blossomed into a true friendship — the kind of friendship that involves going fishing, drinking a cold beer in the late afternoon, or spending an entire Sunday at each other's houses. And through all these phases, Helena was always by his side, discreet but present.

There was never anything more than friendship between the two couples. They were lighthearted encounters, relaxed conversations, without ulterior motives. When I was younger, I saw that relationship as a solid bond, almost like a family.

After my father passed away, Álvaro continued to be the store's accountant. The friendship he had with my father, in a way, extended to me — though our contact was different. We saw each other only to discuss business, exchanging few words and observing the formality of those who respect each other but don't spend much time together.

Since he lived in another city, these meetings were rare. Until one day, Álvaro decided to retire. He passed the accounting practice to his son and, together with Helena, moved to my city. That's when everything began to change.

As we grew closer, he began to show up at the store more frequently. Sometimes he came alone, other times he brought Helena. And, little by little, the distance that had once existed between us disappeared. Long conversations emerged where before there had been only formalities. Laughter began to fill work breaks. And, without realizing it, I had already forged a solid friendship with them both, the kind that seemed to be here to stay.

Álvaro was the kind of man I'd always been attracted to, but because of his friendship with my parents and his lifelong involvement, he'd never really caught my attention in that way. It was as if my mind had created an automatic barrier, a silent respect that kept my thoughts within a safe confines.

He was 5'4" tall, with a robust, heavy build, and a prominent belly he neither hid nor tried to disguise. His body was deliciously hairy, the gray hairs trailing down his arms and neck to meet his beard — full but well-groomed, always with that neatness that only those who look carefully in the mirror every day can maintain. His hair, also gray, was short and neat, and his thin-framed glasses gave him an even more mature look.

Over time, I began to notice things that had previously gone unnoticed. The way he approached the counter, resting his hands on it and staring intently at what he was saying. The warmth of his body when, by chance, we stood close to look at a document. And, most of all, his perfume. A woody, slightly sweet aroma that lingered in the air after he passed — and which, without me realizing it, began to haunt me, appearing at random moments and eliciting thoughts about him that I wasn't used to having.

Helena, on the other hand, was a woman who commanded presence. She stood 5'7", with an erect posture, and a way of moving that blended elegance and ease. Her long, straight, golden-blonde hair fell over her shoulders as if carefully combed every morning. Her blue eyes were clear and attentive, capable of alternating between a warm and a more steadfast look depending on the subject. Her body was proportionate, but her full breasts stood out beneath the well-cut blouses she wore. Always well-dressed , she took discreet care with makeup, just enough to enhance her mature beauty.

Together, Álvaro and Helena conveyed that sense of a solid couple, comfortable with themselves and each other. But for me, for the first time, they began to awaken something beyond friendship.

A few years passed since Álvaro and Helena began visiting the store frequently. The intimacy of their conversations grew gradually, like someone in no rush but knowing they're building something solid. Helena had a great sense of humor and always got a laugh, but it was Álvaro I identified with most. It wasn't surprising—my interest had always been in men, and he, with his mature and reserved manner, captured my attention in a different way.

I had been separated for a few years. Before coming out as gay, I was married to a woman for eight years. At the time, I tried to maintain a superficial marriage, driven more by family and societal expectations than by my own true desires. But I soon realized I would never be happy living like that. Yet, something curious happened: even though I was naturally gay, I ended up discovering pleasure in having sex with my wife.

Psychology explains that human sexuality is not a straight line, but a spectrum—and that emotional context, intimacy, and emotional bonding can spark attraction, regardless of gender. The pleasure I felt with my ex-wife came much more from the involvement, surrender, and complicity of the moment than from genuine heterosexual desire. It was as if my body responded to the affection and the situation, not just the person's gender.

With Álvaro, conversations took on a new dimension when he appeared alone. Without Helena around, we had the freedom to expand on the subject, and sometimes the conversation would veer into more heated topics, like sex. He spoke naturally about his intimate life, without beating around the bush. He said his wife was very passionate and that, because of the age difference, he couldn't always keep up with her. He admitted that sometimes he was the one saying "no" to her in bed.

I laughed, commenting that in my marriage it was exactly the opposite: I was the one constantly seeking sex, often receiving a "no" as an answer. Álvaro listened attentively, and little by little, his questions began to take on a different tone. He interrogated me, not invasively, but with that curiosity that seemed to want to extract some truth.

I tried to deflect, responding superficially, until one day, in the middle of one of these conversations, I confessed that I was no longer married. He didn't stop there. With a slight smile, he continued to press me, and I, realizing there was no point in hiding it anymore, said outright:

— Actually… I'm gay.

The biggest surprise was mine. He just looked at me with the same calm expression and answered as if he already knew:

— I've suspected for a while now... I just wanted to hear from you.

Álvaro smiled slightly and said he had no problem with anyone's sexuality.

— A person is free to be happy in whatever way they want — he concluded, his voice calm but firm.

Hearing that from him surprised me. For someone his age, such maturity was rare to see. And in that moment, I realized something important had happened: a barrier had been broken.

From then on, our conversations took a different turn. Álvaro seemed to have found in me someone he could open up to without reservation. Perhaps because he already knew, or at least suspected, my sexuality, he felt comfortable exposing his innermost feelings. Whenever he showed up at the store, one way or another, the subject would always come up there. Sometimes he'd tell me about a particularly intense night with Helena, or I'd recount an adventure of mine. Sometimes he'd ask me questions about the gay world, as if seeking to better understand something far removed from his reality. Other times, I was intrigued by his curiosity, unsure if it was simply interest or if there was something more hidden behind those questions.

It was during this back-and-forth of confidences that I began to notice a change within myself. Álvaro was no longer just my father's friend, the longtime accountant, or Helena's husband. There was something new there — a sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me, a smile that took a little longer to fade, his attention fixed on what I was saying, as if every word mattered. All of this provoked a warm, pleasant feeling in me that I didn't want to shake. A desire to be closer, to be something more in his life.

I began to indulge in small gestures. Whenever he arrived at the store, I would greet him with a firm, long handshake, looking him straight in the eye and smiling. I received the same smile back. Sometimes the hug was shy; other times, my hand would venture to stroke his large belly, a quick but intentional caress. And he… he never backed away. He seemed to understand exactly what I was trying to convey, as if reading between the lines. He didn't give me clear signs that he wanted something from me, but he didn't stop me either. He simply satisfied me with that closeness, as if he knew that, somehow, this was enough for me—at least for now.

My mind was racing with thoughts about Álvaro. Could he be gay too? It wouldn't be news to me, considering the countless affairs I'd had with married men—my father-in-law, my uncle ... But something about him didn't fit the mold. He acted differently. There wasn't that hidden anxiety or the urgency typical of someone about to break their own rules. Álvaro seemed confident, comfortable, as if he knew exactly where he was standing. This intrigued me and, in a way, even more attracted. I needed to find out what he really wanted.

A few days passed before he returned to the store. I was worried, wondering if I'd crossed a line at some point. But there he was, close to closing time, looking for a new showerhead . He walked in smiling, his usual calm self, and went straight to the counter. Business was slow, and we soon started chatting.

The conversation went on, and when I realized it, it was already past six.

— It’s almost time for you to close — he said, looking at his watch.

I feigned surprise and said, with a smile:

— When I'm talking to you, I don't even see the time pass.

He laughed, a short, mocking laugh, as if he'd gotten the message, but he didn't respond right away. I decided to capitalize on the mood. I walked around the counter and said:

— I'm going to close the door so no one else can come in. — I locked the lock, leaving the store just for the two of us.

I went to the back to get the resistor, but pretended not to be sure what it was.

— Álvaro, come here and confirm with me what yours is. — I called , on purpose, wanting him to come closer.

That day, he looked different. Far from the elegant clothes he usually wore, he wore a simple white t-shirt and light gray sweatpants that showed off his body generously. His large, rounded butt filled out the fabric, and the tight fit highlighted his curves. Despite his fuller frame, it was impossible not to notice the bulge in the front. The sweatshirt molded his shape perfectly, revealing not only the heavy outline of his balls but also the head of his cock, roundly emphasizing the fabric.

It was impossible not to admire him. My eyes followed every line, every curve, as if my brain were memorizing a work of art. And, of course, he noticed. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he said teasingly,

— Stop looking and show me the resistance.

I laughed, hiding it, and handed him the piece . But inside… the scene was already etched in my mind. And for the first time, I felt like maybe he knew exactly how it affected me.

As Álvaro examined the resistance in his hands, my eyes returned, almost instinctively, to the bulge between his legs. I took a discreet step back, as if simply shifting position, but in reality, I wanted a better angle of that vision that had long occupied my imagination.

He realized.

— Wow, you... you keep looking at me. Are you hypnotized by my balls, are you? — he said, with that half-mocking, half-provocative tone.

Those words were the confirmation I needed. If he didn't want anything, he would have already found a way to leave. But he remained there, testing me, leaving a charge in the air. I took a deep breath and decided it was time.

— You know, Álvaro… I've been looking at you like that for a while now. I'm really turned on by you. The urge I have to grab your cock is killing me.

He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh, so loud that he had to take off his glasses to wipe away the tears.

— Seriously, friend? I didn't know you found a fat old man so handsome — he said, reaching for the package and holding it up, as if inviting me to try it.

I leaned in close, looking straight into his eyes, and reached out to cup his balls. He shifted slightly, surprised.

— Hey… what do you want down there, huh, big guy? — he said, but without pushing my hand away.

I laughed and continued exploring with my touch. Sensing no resistance, I slowly lowered myself until I was level with his groin.

—Get up from there, there's nothing for you down there — he warned.

I ignored him. I was already accustomed to straight men pretending not to want what their bodies, deep down, allow. I lifted his shirt, revealing his hairy belly, gray strands mingling with the darker ones, going down to where I wanted to go. I slowly lowered his sweatpants, and his underwear followed suit, revealing the whole scene: black pubes contrasting with his fair skin and the white fur of his belly, his completely soft cock, skin covering the head, and his large, heavy balls, as hairy as the rest of the area, with a few white strands sprinkled.

I lowered the garment to my feet and, before anything else, leaned in to smell it. I inhaled deeply, taking in that dense, unmistakable aroma. I sniffed one side of his groin, then the other, until I moved up a little and, with two fingers, pulled back the skin , revealing the purple head, moist, clean, and smelling deliciously of man.

I couldn't resist. I wrapped my mouth around his soft cock , sliding it down to the base, feeling my beard brush against the dense vegetation. I began to move, thrusting back and forth with desire, waiting to feel his response. But something intrigued me: there was no sign of growth, nothing. I continued for a few more seconds, insisting, until I stopped and looked up .

Álvaro watched me with a mischievous smile.

— Don’t you like it? — I asked, confused.

He laughed, shaking his head.

— I'm not gay, friend.

I didn't understand, and he slowly started to pull up his shorts. Before putting them away, he pulled the skin back up to cover his head, put everything back in his underwear, and got comfortable.

— I don't like men. I respect you, I care for you... I let you play with me because I know you've wanted this for a long time, right?

Still surprised, I asked:

—But if you don't like it, why did you leave?

He replied with the same serenity:

— If I said I didn't like it , you would insist. So I thought it best to show you that, even if you touch it, my cucumber won't react. What I like is women.

We returned to the counter. I was still stunned by what had just happened and tried to break the silence.

— I'm sorry, Álvaro… I won't bother you with this anymore.

He looked up, as calm as ever.

— Relax, boy. It's no problem at all. I understand you.

His naturalness only made me like him even more. We talked about what had happened, and in the middle of the conversation, he revealed a part of his life I hadn't known. He told me that his first son was also gay, was already married, and that from the beginning, he never tried to "correct" or convince his son to be any other way.

— Everyone is born as they are. What we have to do is respect that — he said firmly but calmly.

I was amazed. — Man, I respect you so much for that. It's rare to see someone your age think like that.

He smiled. — It's no big deal.

So I asked about Helena.

— And Helena, do you think like her?

— Helena is even more open-minded than I am — he replied, almost laughing. — She'll even accept me inviting other people to play with us.

I thought I'd misunderstood. — What do you mean…? — I asked, my heart racing.

— We have threesomes whenever we find someone nice — he confirmed, directly, as if talking about something absolutely normal.

My heart pounded. I'd never met a couple like that, so open and natural. Before I could process it, he threw me another surprise:

— Helena would like you… she likes younger guys.

I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I felt a mixture of surprise, shyness, and embarrassment.

— But I like men, Álvaro…

He, without losing his calm, responded very naturally:

— Hey, but I'll be there too. Then you can play with me if you want. In that case, it's no problem. Helena loves it when I fuck guys in the ass in front of her.

That sentence lit a fire in me that I thought had already died down. The dream of feeling that delicious bear was reignited. Álvaro noticed the change in my face and, with a mischievous grin, added:

—And another thing… you were once married to a woman. I'm sure you haven't forgotten how it's done, right?

I was excited, but also apprehensive. I'd never done anything like it… a threesome with a straight couple? Could I handle it? Would I be turned on? Doubts bubbled up, but they were small compared to one absolute certainty: I'd do anything to feel Álvaro possessing me.

Days passed without any news from him. Until, suddenly, one sunny morning, he walked into the store accompanied by Helena. They were looking for a new kitchen faucet. I greeted them both, and Helena, always chatty, immediately fell in love with the more expensive model. Álvaro rolled his eyes, but there was no way around it: she managed to convince him, and after some negotiation, they closed the deal.

While I filled out the receipt at the counter, Helena wandered around the store, observing everything with that curious look in her eyes. Álvaro, for his part, remained with me. When I finished ringing up the order, he leaned over the counter and, with a half-smile, asked in a low voice:

— Have you thought about that day's proposal?

My heart raced. I looked at him, startled, even more so with Helena nearby. I feigned disagreement.

— What proposal?

He laughed, shaking his head, knowing full well I was playing dumb. He didn't say anything, just stared at me until I fixed it myself.

— Ah, I don’t know, Álvaro… can I handle it?

At that moment, he turned slightly and called:

— Honey, come here for a moment.

I felt my legs tremble. I looked at him, confused, unsure of what to expect. When Helena reached the counter, Álvaro asked quite naturally:

— Honey, what did you think of him?

Helena looked me up and down and answered without hesitation:

— It's a kitten, just the way I like it.

I laughed, a little disconcerted, while Álvaro smiled, satisfied with the situation.

— Honey, can you believe he thinks he can't handle us?

Helena let out a light laugh and said:

— Relax, we don't bite. You'll love it… I'll even let you play with Álvaro, no problem.

In that instant, I realized it was all real. They were used to this, and their naturalness only heightened my desire. My nervousness gave way to a pleasant excitement, and I finally convinced myself there was no reason to back down.

— Okay … I’m in. — I replied , looking from one to the other.

We then arranged to meet at their house that weekend. And from that moment on, the countdown began inside me.

I already knew where they lived. The neighborhood was nearby, one of those upscale ones, with tree-lined streets and beautiful, well-kept homes. Since Monday, I'd been counting down the days—anxiety consumed me—and suddenly it was Friday. The meeting was scheduled for 8 p.m.

When I arrived, I parked my car in front of a huge, impressive house. The front yard was immaculate, with trimmed shrubs and flowers lined up along a long sidewalk. The facade was modern, almost entirely made of glass, softly illuminated by garden lights that added to the sophistication.

I pressed the intercom. Álvaro's voice answered, calm as ever:

— Come in.

I heard the click of the electric lock and pushed open the gate, walking slowly along the sidewalk. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with night flowers filled the air. Each step only made my heart race faster.

When I reached the front door, the door opened. And there he was. Álvaro appeared in the doorway, with a relaxed smile. He wore casual clothes: a white t-shirt that showed off his chest and protruding belly, and a light-colored sweatshirt. The fabric effortlessly showed off his curves, and the bulge between his legs was immediately visible. From the way it draped, it was clear he wasn't wearing underwear.

The scene took my breath away. The man who until recently had been just a family friend now stood before me, welcoming me into his home in a way I never could have imagined.

As soon as I saw Álvaro in front of me, my eyes naturally roamed his entire body, lingering on his protruding belly and the delicious bulge forming beneath his sweatshirt. I was already familiar with that cock, but I'd never seen it in action. Obviously, he noticed my indiscreet gaze and, with a smirk, said:

— Calm down… soon you’ll see him ready for action.

Those words pierced me like a bolt of lightning. I felt my body react instantly; my cock hardened, and without realizing it, I reached down to my pants to adjust them. He laughed when he noticed the gesture.

— Looks like you 're ready, right?

I laughed too, feeling at ease with him in a way that surprised me. Then Álvaro made room in the doorway and invited me in:

— Come in.

I passed him and, as we crossed paths, I smelled the wonderful scent of a freshly showered man, clean, but still with that warm, natural undertone that only increased my desire.

Right from the entrance, the house's grandeur struck me. The living room's high ceilings created a sense of spaciousness and lightness. The space was decorated throughout with modern furniture in shades of light wood and gray, blending sophistication and warmth. In the center, a huge beige leather L-shaped sofa contrasted with a dark shag rug. The main glass wall let in the outdoor light from the garden, reflecting off the well-positioned paintings and sculptures .

But what caught my attention most was the staircase. It rose up in the middle of the room like a design piece: wide, with brushed metal handrails and reinforced glass steps, illuminated by small recessed lights, which gave the sensation of ascending through the clouds. I couldn't help but imagine what awaited me up there.

— Where's Helena? — I asked, trying to hide my anxiety.

— He's just finishing his shower upstairs — Álvaro replied matter-of-factly. Then he held out his hand, leading the way. — Let's go.

He led the way, and I followed. But I couldn't take my eyes off the sight before me: that big, round ass, perfectly molded by the sweatshirt, swaying slightly with each step. I climbed slowly, admiring every curve, every detail, feeling a hunger growing inside me that I could no longer hide .

When we arrived at the room, Álvaro knocked lightly on the door and asked in a calm voice:

— Can we come in?

From the other side came Helena's sweet and firm answer:

— Yes, you can, love.

He opened the door, and when I walked in, the scene immediately captivated me. Helena was lying on the bed, wrapped in a pink silk nightgown. The fabric, so thin and transparent, revealed every curve of her mature body, still incredibly well-groomed, exuding a beauty rare in women her age.

Her full breasts stood out against the soft drape of her nightgown, and the sheer fabric revealed her thick, hard nipples. She was bare, and the way she positioned herself on the bed, her legs slightly apart, the sheer fabric revealed every detail of her private life.

My eyes locked on her. Despite my sexual orientation, it was impossible not to be captivated by the scene. In that moment, it didn't matter if it was a man or a woman: only the pleasure mattered, and I knew I was about to experience something completely new.

Álvaro, attentive, noticed my astonished look and laughed maliciously:

— Look, love… it seems like he liked you.

Helena, without any shame, raised her body slightly, looked at me with a provocative smile and replied:

— And I loved him , love.

Helena slowly shifted on the bed, supporting herself with her elbows to raise her torso. Her blue eyes shone in the yellowish light of the lamp, which further highlighted the transparency of her nightgown. She never took her eyes off me, and this left me completely exposed, vulnerable… and aroused.

Álvaro closed the door behind us and approached the bed, crossing his arms and observing the scene with that serene smile of someone who knew exactly what was about to happen.

— Go on… come closer to her. — he said, almost in an orderly tone, but full of complicity.

I took a few hesitant steps to the edge of the bed, my legs trembling slightly. Helena reached out and touched my hand, guiding me to sit beside her. Her touch was warm, soft, and secure.

— You're even more beautiful up close… — he murmured, with a mischievous smile.

His other hand slowly moved up my arm, feeling every muscle, until it reached my chest. "I love feeling the energy of a man who knows what he wants."

I stared at her, speechless, just breathing deeply, overcome with nervousness and excitement. That's when I felt Álvaro's presence behind me. His heavy hand rested on my shoulder, firm, conveying reassurance.

— Relax, boy. We 're here to have fun.

His voice pierced me, making me shiver. Helena then leaned forward, bringing her face close to mine. Her sweet scent, mixed with the freshness of a freshly showered bath, enveloped me completely. Her lips were so close to mine that for a moment I almost lost it, until she gently pulled away and whispered in my ear:

— I want to feel you…

My entire body shivered. And when I turned my gaze to her, I saw Álvaro in the background, observing every detail, with the same satisfied smile, as if he were about to savor the spectacle that was beginning before him.

Clearly, Álvaro was loving every second of it. His loose sweatshirt made his lack of underwear obvious, and the bulge in the fabric left no doubt about his arousal. He approached us, standing beside me, and I could feel the heat of his body so close that his presence enveloped me completely.

Suddenly, something brushed against my shoulder: his cock, rigid, pulsing beneath the thin fabric. The shape was unmistakable, much larger than I'd imagined. If it had already impressed me when I'd tasted it soft, now the volume seemed to have tripled in size. I turned my face away for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of that throbbing bulge, almost feeling the heat emanating from it.

But soon Helena's warm, delicate hand slid across my chin, guiding my gaze back to her. She said nothing; she just leaned in and stole a kiss. Soft, moist, still just a peck. The teasing smile she gave me afterward was like an invitation, and I couldn't resist: I slipped my hand behind her neck, pulling her toward me, and sank my mouth into hers.

Her tongue met mine in a perfect fit. The kiss was intense, sweet, and yet laden with lust. Her hot breath mingled with mine, and for a few seconds there was nothing but that exchange.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Helena's hand extended, reaching for Álvaro's balls. Her fingers slowly massaged his enormous balls, eliciting low moans that escaped like purrs of pleasure. That scene set me on fire.

Álvaro then sat beside his wife on the bed without saying a word. He simply leaned his face toward hers, inviting her to kiss him. Helena tore her lips from mine and turned to her husband, kissing him passionately and intimately. I watched, fascinated, as my cock throbbed inside my pants, wet with desire.

I already knew what they wanted and was ready to deliver. My gaze sought Álvaro, but Helena, with her mature and provocative beauty, completely stole my attention. It was impossible to ignore those full breasts, heavy beneath the light fabric of her nightgown.

Then, with my left hand, I reached her right breast through the silk, squeezing firmly and gently at the same time. The moan that escaped her throat was muffled by Álvaro's tongue still in her mouth. That set me on fire. I leaned toward her, spreading hot kisses along her neck, feeling the sweet scent of her perfume mingling with Álvaro's masculine scent, who also devoured her with kisses.

My hand slid through the opening of her nightgown, finding warm, soft skin. I squeezed that beautiful breast with eagerness, feeling its firmness and weight in my palm. Helena stopped kissing her husband for a moment, gasping loudly, moaning shamelessly at the pleasure I was giving her.

Álvaro, alert, noticed the scene and smiled mischievously. With a decisive gesture, he lowered the thin straps of his wife's nightgown, revealing both breasts in all their glory. Without any hesitation, he leaned in and took Helena's right nipple in his mouth, sucking it passionately.

I didn't think twice. I followed his example and threw myself at her left breast, mouthing it eagerly, sharing the pleasure with Álvaro. Helena, surrendered, arched her body between us, moaning loudly, while her fingers tangled in our hair, pulling us closer to her, as if she never wanted us to stop.

Our faces were pressed together, side by side, sucking eagerly on Helena's ample breasts. The sensation of Álvaro's thick beard brushing against my freshly shaved face further inflamed me. The contrast was so striking that with every movement, I craved this closeness more.

A few times, our mouths, busy with her breasts, would meet lightly, brushing against each other's edges. I, overcome with lust, began to seek out that touch more and more. Álvaro, experienced and perceptive, sensed my intention before I even realized what I was about to do.

I gathered my courage. I stopped sucking Helena's breast and sought his face, letting tension guide my impulse. I pressed my lips to his, unsure of his reaction. Álvaro continued sucking his wife's breasts for a few seconds, as if he hadn't minded my boldness... until, suddenly, it happened.

He turned his face toward me and firmly invaded my mouth with his tongue. Warm, wet, delicious. The shock made me gasp loudly, a mixture of surprise and pure lust. It was like crossing a boundary I never thought he would allow.

Helena, panting, stared at us both. Her eyes shone, as she gazed with delight at the scene before her: her two men, engaged in a deep, passionate, intense kiss. Far from caring, a satisfied smile appeared on her face. Her fetish was clear — like her husband, she was also aroused by seeing us together, by watching Álvaro exploring pleasure with the third partner in their relationship.

Álvaro's kiss with me seemed even more intense than the ones he gave Helena. It was the power of novelty, of the unexplored, that made everything burn. I knew there was no romance for him, only pleasure — It mattered little how or with whom. But for me, it was enough. Kissing that bear, feeling his beard scrape against my skin, was my goal, my wish fulfilled.

Our tongues entwined voraciously, and soon we stood up, still clinging to each other, stumbling against each other with desire. His hot breath mingled with mine, the weight of his body pressed against mine only making me more surrendered. We paused briefly, just long enough for him, with a sharp, decisive gesture, to pull my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere in the room.

Helena lay there, her breasts exposed, watching everything with a languid smile. Her eyes roamed every detail, savoring the erotic dance unfolding before her. The gleam in her eyes betrayed how excited she was to watch, completely enthralled by this intimate spectacle.

Álvaro returned to me. He left my mouth and moved slowly down, his beard brushing my neck, down my chest. When he reached my nipples, he latched onto them voraciously, sucking hard, nibbling lightly, eliciting involuntary moans from my throat. First one side, then the other, like someone devouring hungrily and wanting to leave nothing untouched.

My body trembled, surrendered. Lust throbbed in every inch of me, but inside my mind only one certainty echoed: it was time to reciprocate, to please this bear who was driving me wild.

With an uncontrollable hunger, I broke free from Álvaro's kisses and pulled up his shirt . He raised his arms, revealing his absurdly hairy armpits. I didn't let him lower them — I buried my face in that thicket, damp with the heat of our arousal. The strong, masculine scent intoxicated me. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with that raw aroma, and slid my tongue along his sweaty underbelly, savoring every drop of salt his body offered.

Helena couldn't resist. Extremely excited, she got up from the bed and came to us. She hugged me and her husband at the same time, pressing her body against us. Her warm, firm breasts pressed against my back, and her passionate kisses on Álvaro further inflamed the moment.

I took advantage of the distraction. While they exchanged kisses, I slowly moved down Álvaro's body, feeling the thick hair on his belly brush against my face, immersing myself in the heat, the manly scent, until I knelt before him.

There, right in front of me, the sweatshirt barely contained his cock. The light fabric clearly revealed the wet stain of dripping honey, revealing just how ready the bear was. Without ceremony, I pulled the sweatshirt down. And then, finally, I beheld: a fat, big-headed cock, crisscrossed with thick, pulsing veins, erect and hard as a rock.

Kneeling, my face flush against that delicious cock, there was no turning back. I was ready to be consumed.

Helena delighted in the kiss… I in the taste. Álvaro’s cock united our desires.

As soon as I saw Álvaro busy devouring Helena's mouth, I didn't hesitate for another second and dove straight in, snatching up the pink head, which was immense, much larger than when I'd tasted it soft in the store. It was delicious to feel that plump strawberry inside my mouth, forcing my jaw to the limit to swallow without touching my teeth.

The moment Álvaro's cock felt the heat of my mouth, a deep groan escaped the bear, muffled, vibrating inside his wife's mouth. That sound made me even hungrier for him.

Álvaro's fat cock wasn't too long, which made it easy for me to swallow it whole—but its girth, its prominent veins, its throbbing, soft glans—everything about it was perfect for filling me completely. Each time I buried it deep, it brushed against my soft palate, that sensitive spot in the throat that draws pleasure from any man.

I kept his cock as deep in my mouth as possible, letting my throat massage the thick shaft. I could feel Álvaro's every reaction: his body shuddering, his hips moving smoothly, fucking my mouth as if he were fucking Helena's pussy. The contrast of his heat against my tongue and the strong scent of man wafting up to my nose drove me wild.

Helena, at the same time, moaned softly, aroused by the scene. Her eyes shone with lust, watching her husband groan into my mouth as she kissed him. With each movement, each deeper thrust, the room filled with rapid breathing, suppressed moans, and the obscene sound of my mouth sucking on that bear.

Álvaro's cock was incredibly hard. He was fucking my mouth harder and harder, with intense thrusts that made my eyes water with pleasure. It felt like he was about to explode and spill his hot milk. Suddenly, he pulled his hips back, pulling his cock out completely. He stopped kissing Helena, took a deep breath, and stepped back, standing before us, his cock throbbing, glistening with saliva, as he looked at me there, kneeling. In that deep, excited tone, he said:

— Boy, this party will end early.

I got the message. I stood up, still with my back to Helena, and she wasted no time: she hugged me tightly, pressing her bare breasts against my back, kissing the back of my neck, and spreading warm caresses across my back. Álvaro, standing there, still recovering, savoring the sight of his wife caressing another man.

Helena then turned me around and kissed me shamelessly. I could still taste Álvaro's mouth on her lips and tongue, and it ignited my desire, making me kiss her even more passionately, voraciously. Her nightgown had already fallen to her waist, and I, in a natural gesture, slid my hands down there, pulling the rest of the fabric until it was completely off. I squeezed her round, firm ass with a will, parting the bands and lightly running my fingers over her soft asshole, eliciting moans and sighs of pleasure from my friend's wife.

Overcome with lust, Helena broke free of my lips and began to slowly move down my body. First, she sucked my nipples, then kissed my armpits, breathing in the scent of my sweat, and then slid her face down my stomach until she reached the zipper of my pants. Deftly, she opened it, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down to my feet, leaving me in only my gray underwear. The dark, wet spot, the result of the honey already dripping from my cock, betrayed the depth of my arousal.

Before swallowing, Helena rubbed her face in the wetness, inhaling my scent, as if to imbue herself with the scent of my cock, perhaps so Álvaro could smell and taste another male on his wife. Only then, satisfied, did she pull down my underwear and free my achingly hard cock. She squeezed my balls firmly and, before swallowing me, slowly ran her tongue over the throbbing head, collecting the drool that dripped down in a thick stream. She sucked every drop of my honey with devotion.

It was only then that I opened my eyes and noticed Álvaro near us again. Now he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the scene, watching his wife pleasure me like a fiery whore. His hand wrapped around his own thick cock, jerking slowly, just enough to avoid coming too soon, savoring every detail of this forbidden spectacle.

Álvaro then felt ready to continue the party. He got up and approached us, standing before me, his cock pointed directly at his wife's mouth, which she grabbed hungrily, sucking without delay. At the same time, he put his hand behind my head and kissed me with such overwhelming voracity, it seemed like he wanted to swallow my mouth whole.

Helena alternated between us, sometimes jerking one off and sucking the other, sometimes reversing, leaving neither of us without pleasure. The smell of sex already permeated the room, thick and unmistakable. Álvaro, overcome with lust, pulled me toward the bed without taking his lips off mine. Helena released our cocks and sat on the floor, watching her two men lie down on the bed and completely ignore her. But she knew: this was part of the game of seduction, and the anticipation only increased her arousal.

He threw me on the bed and lay on top of me, sucking my tongue furiously while his hand massaged my cock, which throbbed, searching for a place to bury itself. Helena remained on the floor for a few minutes, mesmerized, admiring our surrender without any concern for including her in that moment. The fire in her eyes was pure desire. Soon, however, she got up and came to join us.

She lay beside us, completely naked, examining every detail of our pleasure. Every now and then, Álvaro and I would glance at her, and the sight was irresistible: biting her lip, one hand squeezing her breasts, the other sliding between her legs, caressing her already soaked pussy. Helena was hungry for both of us, but she patiently awaited her turn to be devoured.

Álvaro, with all his delicious bear weight pressing down on me, suffocating me with waves of pleasure, suddenly rose. He was on all fours above me, his ass—beautiful, round, and absurdly hairy, by the way—lifted toward his wife. Helena couldn't resist: she positioned herself behind him and began to suck his hairy, pink asshole, without ceremony.

The impact was immediate: Álvaro broke our kiss, lifted his head, and let out a deep, lustful roar. In that instant, I realized he was even more open-minded in bed than I could have imagined, and my mind began to wander through the endless possibilities of pleasure that night promised.

As Álvaro groaned with lust, arched over me, Helena continued to dominate his asshole with her tongue, leaving the bear completely surrendered to pleasure. From below, I tried to further heighten his excitement by squeezing his large breasts, twisting his hard nipples between my fingers, exploring every sensitive spot.

After long minutes of rimming , Helena finally stopped, climbed on top of me, and kissed me intensely, as if she wanted to share the taste of her husband's ass with me. As soon as her tongue touched mine, I felt the unmistakable taste of Álvaro: clean, masculine, bear-like, pure lust. I sucked every trace of that taste from her mouth, reveling in the gift she was offering me.

When he walked away, still with that mischievous smile on his face, he murmured:

— My husband is hot, isn't he?

I replied without hesitation, breathing heavily:

— Tasty is an understatement... delicious. I want to taste it straight from the source.

Álvaro, who had been watching the entire scene intently, let out a deep laugh and, in a bold gesture, turned on me, positioning his hairy, pink ass in my face. To my surprise, without giving me time to react, he hungrily grabbed my cock, sucking deeply, as if he were an expert at this game. The shock only heightened my pleasure.

Helena soon joined him, and they began taking turns licking and sucking my balls and cock, alternating between licks and sucks that made me delirious with desire. I, on the bottom, had no choice but to sink into that delicious asshole throbbing before me. I thrust my tongue as deep as I could, exploring every sticky bit of Helena's saliva, savoring every drop of that man's lust.

The taste was surreal — strong, addictive, overwhelming. And in that position, Álvaro's ass was already completely relaxed, the folds barely visible. He was surrendered, open, vulnerable... and completely mine.

Álvaro was completely surrendered, moaning louder and louder as my tongue continued to explore his already relaxed asshole. The bear arched his body over me, every heavy muscle contracting with pleasure. Without me saying a word, he rolled onto his side and fell facedown on the bed, sticking his furry ass up in the air.

I looked at Álvaro's body and then at Helena, who was still between my legs. She simply nodded, and I knew immediately what to do. I climbed on top of him and, with one hand, pulled his ass against my face, drenching his asshole even more with my hot saliva, until it was completely wet. Álvaro, panting, let out a deep, low moan, the kind that seems to come from deep within:

— Fuck… put it in me…

Helena's eyes widened and she bit her lip, visibly aroused by the sight of her husband begging to be possessed. I positioned myself on top of him, slowly stroking my hard, throbbing cock, which dripped with the honey of lust mixed with their saliva. I firmly gripped his waist, positioned the purple head of my cock against the bear's already gaping asshole, and slowly began to force my way inside.

The moan he gave echoed through the room, making Helena shiver all over and take her hand straight to her wet pussy.

The sensation was indescribable: warm, soft, welcoming. With every inch I advanced, Álvaro roared loudly, like an animal in ecstasy. When I was finally fully inside, I grabbed that round ass tightly and began the first slow movements, savoring every detail.

Your tight, hot little ass swallowed me, clenching my cock with every thrust.

Helena, beside us, whispered between moans:

— Eat my husband… eat really well…

And I knew: the party was just beginning.

The pace of my thrusts increased, until I threw myself completely onto the bear's furry body and began pounding him relentlessly. The distinctive sound of my body slamming against his was only surpassed by the roars of pleasure Álvaro let out each time my cock reached the warm depths of his ass.

Helena, crazed with lust, masturbated in a mind-blowing orgasm, completely mesmerized by the sight of her husband being ass-fucked. When I raised my torso to better support myself, she sat on Álvaro's back and kissed me voraciously. The scene was surreal: the bear serving as an object of pleasure, supporting both our weight and arousal at the same time. We rode that enormous man together, sucking everything we could from him.

I tried to resist, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I warned them both, between moans, that if I continued like this, I would cum. Almost in unison, they both responded:

— COME ON!

And Álvaro, with a hoarse, deep voice, added:

— Fill my ass with cum!

I sped up my movements, thrusting harder and faster, until in just over four thrusts I came with everything—sweeping, violent, eliciting loud, hoarse roars from me, as if I were expelling all the accumulated desire from my body.

Helena moaned in time with me, her hand deep in her own pussy, arching her head back and punishing herself furiously until she exploded too. She came in strong jets all over her husband's back, wetting and drenching the bear's thick fur with a hot mixture of cum and urine.

I was breathless, resting on top of that immense, delicious man, simply enjoying the ecstasy of his release. I remained buried inside Álvaro, savoring the moment while Helena also recovered from the insane orgasm she'd had. I could still hear his murmurs of lust beneath me, as if his entire body was still vibrating. Helena was the first to pull away, collapsing onto the bed beside her husband, her hand still between her legs, smoothing over her wet, cum-dripping lips.

Soon after, I felt my cock softening, and naturally, it slipped out of Álvaro's warm ass, dripping cum. Exhausted, I lay down on the other side of the bed, panting, leaving my limp cock exposed, still slick with pleasure. Álvaro remained motionless for a few seconds, then turned his face toward me, smiling with satisfaction, with that macho air of knowing he'd given and received pleasure like never before. His ass was dripping with cum.

The three of us stood there, breathing deeply, letting our bodies catch their breath. But the bear was the first to resume the game: without warning, he turned to my side and went straight for my cock, without ceremony. He fell face down on my soft, cum-slicked cock, sucking as if to revive every drop of energy within me.

The hypersensitivity of my cock after orgasm made me writhe on the bed, eliciting moans of pleasure and discomfort, but these soon turned into moans of lust, with Álvaro's needing mouth. A few minutes were enough to get me hard again, my cock throbbing against his tongue.

Helena watched the scene with eyes shining with desire. Fascinated by her husband sucking my cock with such abandon, she couldn't resist: she moved closer and joined him, grabbing my balls tightly but not gently, pulling and squeezing until I elicited moans of pain mixed with pleasure. The contrast only incited me even more.

Her pussy seemed to be begging for cock, trembling with need. Álvaro noticed this immediately, and without letting go of my dick, he looked at his wife and ordered in a deep voice:

— Sit on this dick, love… I know you’re dying for it.

Helena smiled with that naughty, slutty smile, accepting the order without a second thought. Before positioning herself on top of me, she leaned over her husband and kissed him deeply, thanking him with her tongue and savoring, with him, the taste of my cum that was still in her mouth.

Without taking her lips off Álvaro, Helena slowly moved herself against me until she found the throbbing hardness waiting for her. She firmly grasped the head and aligned it with the entrance to her dripping pussy, slowly letting her body descend until she felt every inch of my cock push its way inside her, without any resistance. The heat of that pussy was absurd; it had been so long since I'd felt a pussy that I'd forgotten the sensation: warm, moist, welcoming. A loud moan escaped my throat at the same moment Helena let out a muffled groan against her husband's mouth, which remained glued to her.

When the hairs of her pussy brushed against the base of my cock, she dropped her weight on me and finally released herself from Álvaro. She turned to me with that wild look in her eyes and began to ride me, with the strength and hunger of someone who won't settle for less.

I had already forgotten how hot and delicious a pussy could be.

She was like a mare in heat, out of control, slamming her ass against my body in a frantic back and forth. My eyes could barely follow the swaying of her ample breasts, and my hands instinctively grabbed them, squeezing them tightly, returning the same intensity with which she had tormented my balls before.

Helena moaned like a devoted whore, and Álvaro, beside her, was masturbating to his full potential, his cock swollen and throbbing. His moans further aroused his wife:

— That’s it, love... enjoy this cock... if you end up with this young man’s cock...

His words were gasoline on her fire. Helena screamed, begging to come again, her hoarse voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. I was also on the verge of explosion, and in one firm movement, I flipped her onto her back on the bed. My cock slipped out of her dripping pussy, but in a second I re-inserted it and thrust in, eliciting another visceral scream from her.

I began to pound deep and mercilessly into that gaping cunt, my hands firmly on her waist, arching my body for even more force. Helena moaned, shouting curses and rambling incoherent phrases, lost in an erotic trance. Álvaro leaned over her, sucking her breasts violently, biting her nipples as he knew drove her wild.

It was then that Helena screamed, her voice hushed, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. I felt her pussy clench tightly, strangling my cock with each spasm. The scene drove me to my limit: I quickened my thrusts, and soon I came again. Roaring hoarsely, my cock unleashed jets of hot cum inside her, each contraction shooting fresh milk into her already soaked cunt.

Álvaro watched, fascinated, almost hypnotized, watching my cock throb inside his wife, injecting every drop of my semen into her. Helena collapsed beside me, panting, as her husband slid his fingers into her pussy, which was dripping with my cum, spreading and smearing her clitoris with the warm mixture of my milk and her come. And like a starving animal, he fell on it, sucking everything, drinking in our sex as if it were a feast, sated by every detail of the pleasure we shared.

I was still panting, limp on the bed, savoring the sensation of having fucked my friend's wife in front of him, a sensation only those who've done it understand. Suddenly, I felt the mattress sink heavily beside me. Álvaro said nothing, just gave me that hungry look, the look of someone who hadn't yet had enough. His huge, hairy hands grabbed my hips roughly and flipped me face down on the bed, giving me no time to react. The bear was finally getting what he'd wanted all along.

My asshole was still intact, unexplored by either of them. Álvaro then spread my ass and sank his mouth into my sweaty crack, sucking hungrily on my hole. I felt his tongue penetrate and spread my folds, his saliva dripping. I moaned with desire even after cumming for the second time. I knew what he wanted — despite the insane urge to cum, he still insisted on pleasuring me before fucking me. He lubricated and relaxed my asshole with patience and dedication. Moments later, I felt his heavy body on top of mine, the heat of his belly against my back, and his thick, throbbing cock brushing between my legs.

From that moment on, there was no more caress, no more patience — only the fury of a male who had held back his release until the limit and now wanted it all. In a single movement, he rammed that big-headed cock hard. I lifted my head in an instinct to escape and let out a hoarse cry, half pain, half pleasure, in a failed attempt to make him retreat. His cock wouldn't go in, it was too thick, my asshole still not relaxed enough. But Álvaro was consumed by desire, and he would only stop when he satisfied his hunger. He raised his body, positioned his cock at the entrance of my ass, and pushed in again, even more eagerly. I felt my vision go white — the sharp pain was proof that my folds had surrendered to the bear's will. Finally, Álvaro was inside me. And as soon as he felt the heat of my ass, he began to pump, not even giving me time to adjust to this intruder violently breaking into me.

The pain was excruciating, but the lust was stronger.

The entire room filled with the brutal sound of thrusts: bang, bang, bang. Álvaro pounded relentlessly, as if to mark his territory or punish me for tearing up his wife's pussy. Either way, his punishment satisfied my desire. My body had forgotten the pain, or perhaps gotten used to it, seeing as there was no other way out. I felt my cock trying to grow again, pressed against the mattress. Each thrust hit deep inside my ass and made me arch my spine. I could only moan, completely surrendered, feeling his heavy breathing in my ear and the hair on his chest scratching my sweaty back.

Like his wife, he babbled nonsensical words, completely consumed by lust. He roared as he punished my ass, which by now was completely destroyed. And the pace only increased.

Helena, already satisfied and trembling, watched the scene with eyes glazed with lust. With her hand still on her swollen pussy, she moaned just watching her husband dominate me like that.

Each thrust felt like a punch inside me, and yet I writhed with lust, begging for more. Álvaro was possessed by a primal lust, his macho roars echoing in the room as he pounded furiously, with desire, unleashing everything that had been pent up. And then, without warning, with his hands, he spread my ass wide and buried his cock in my aching hole until the hilt, pressed his belly against my ass, and exploded with orgasm, spurting hot cum into me in endless streams, as if opening a dam.

He flooded my ass with the thick seed of a dominant male.

I felt every contraction of that thick cock throbbing inside me, filling my body with warm milk, grafting me, just as I had with his wife. The bear's weight collapsed on top of me. His entire body trembled, his hands held me as if I were his, and the guttural sound he made as he came seemed to come from the depths of a satisfied animal.

Finally, Álvaro had come; we were all satisfied. Álvaro collapsed beside me, between Helena and me, satisfied, fulfilled, breathless. Happy.

It was late at night, and the three of us ended up falling asleep in bed together. I still got to enjoy my bear a little longer, cuddling him while I hugged my wife. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a hard cock, already pressed against him, and without resistance, I slowly thrust into his warm ass. Álvaro woke up mid-penetration but didn't say anything, just moaned. I fucked him deliciously, silently, without Helena waking, and I came inside him, ending the night still stuck in his ass.

In the morning, I woke up with Álvaro beside me, while Helena was already in the kitchen making coffee. I hugged the bear, and he wished me good morning with that charming look, kissing me again, rekindling my desire. Without hesitation, I turned my ass toward him, offering myself, begging for another round. Álvaro held me tight and thrust again, tearing out the last remaining folds and pouring once more of his thick bear milk inside me.

Afterwards , we got up , showered together, and went to have coffee with Helena.

The three of us sat at the table, laughing and recounting every detail of the evening — praising the dedication, the intensity, the chemistry that brought us together. The conversation flowed easily, without shame, without masks, as if we were discussing something banal in life.

In that café, amidst laughter and confidences, we made a silent pact: that experience would not be a coincidence. We met again many times over the months, always with the same dedication, without prejudice, only the desire to explore pleasure together in its most honest and brutal form. Today, looking back, I know I experienced something rare, a connection that was both raw and genuine — a memory I will cherish and cherish for the rest of my life.