I didn’t have anything interesting to do this afternoon,

so I went downtown (Sevilla) to see an art exhibition. A perfect way to totally forget about Saint Valentine’s “eve”. Once I got there, what happened was that I noticed a guy. He must have been around my age. He was really thin. He was wearing black sunglasses, a bit more discreet than mine which are blue and green. He was tall. He looked like an intellectual. But above all, he looked really gay. He was effemniate. My heart started pounding. So did my cock. We could spend a nice time together, was my conclusion. Maybe he’d like me, we could complement each other. I have much more style than he does, of course. I also use glasses. Today have a five o’clock shadow, shaved head. I’m as tall as he is, but my back is wider. I don’t know, I thought I could have a chance.

I stood next to him. There was a painting by Murillo in front of us. He was reading the information about it that was placed next to the work of art.

-The Virgin by Murillo is fantastic. He’s probably the best at painting virgins. Don’t you think? – I asked.

-It’s a very good painting…

-Yes, look at the colors. The red and the blue on the cloak, they’re very intense. And the light focused on her face…

-Do you like painting?

-I love it. That’s why I’m here, honey…

After this begining, we ended up watching the exhibition together. I was afraid that this guy, his name doesn’t matter, was a closet case. He looked innocent. I had my doubts. But what did I have to lose? Ok, a one night fuck, yes, but that was it.

At one moment, he leaned down to read the information about another painting. He ass was revealed to me. His underwear peeked out. Pink! I loved the detail. My hand lost control. I grabbed his ass. He jumped up. He looked at me. He smiled. That was a confirmation. So I grabbed him again, this time more slowly, squeezing, touching.

We left the museum. Then I asked him:

-Hey. Do you like to read?

-I love it!

-Which writers?

-Well…Lorca, Luis Cernuda, Vicente Aleixandre, Terenci Moix, Burroughs, Robert de Montesquiou…

-All those were fags…

-Well, just like me!- He wasn’t all that innocent, after all.

-That makes two of us, son…Coffee?

I invited him to a cup of coffee, then we went to my car. I drove to a resting area. I kneeled down beside him, he was sitting in the passenger’s seat. I undid his zipper. I took out his cock.

-It’s Valentine’s Day…-I reminded him before blowing him.- So I hope we can enjoy it…

I licked it. I put his hard erection all the way down my throat. I licked his balls. His cock was huge. My tounge caressed his dick up and down. I played with the head. His moaning got me harder. He came in my mouth. I went closer to his lips. I kissed him. I gave him his own cum, so he would swallow it. Then, I put him on all fours. I lubricated his ass, I put my fingers in, expanding him. I played around with his asshole. We kissed, we caressed each other. I wet my cock. I inserted just the head, softly. Then, I kept going, further and further. His spasms were many and intense. We were in ecstasy. My pumping was rythmic, delcate. It was a sweet fuck. I stopped every now and again, leaving it in all the way. Our sweat was mixed together. Our hot bodies were rubbing against each other, sparkng. All of a sudden, I started to feel that shiver right before having an orgasm. My body vibrated. My cock was retaining my semen. I made an effort to retain it at that point in which it’s exit is inevitable. I extended the pleasure. It seemed as if I was going to die of pleasure. It spurted out.

I got back on my seat. We smoked a cigarette. I took him home. We gave each other the last and longest kiss.

-Happy Valentine’s Day…-I said ironically.

-The same to you- He answered with a smile.

He got out of the car and I came home. That’s all…

Gléz-Serna