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When the British squeezed the front end in, the young man subconsciously held his breath. As the thing deepened, he desperately fell backwards and fell into Alonso's arms. The elder glanced at Hamilton, who was looking downcast. The latter was very focused, with a thin sweat on his face.
At the very innermost moment, Fernando's palm on Alonso's thigh gave him a hard pinch. The elder did not scream, but moved the hand that had been touching the young man’s chest to his neck.
"Hoo..." Hamilton licked his lips and tried to speak in a relaxed tone. "Put your legs apart, Nando."
Hamilton did not expect that one day he would say this to him. To the high-spirited Alonso he met when he was 21 years old.
Before the young man had time to respond or raise objections, the 40-year-old Alonso had hooked his leg with his right foot and moved it some distance out. Hamilton began to move.
The young man's head was close to Alonso's face, his hair rubbed against him. Alonso could feel the young man suppressing his groans as much as possible, after all, he knew himself. Hamilton lifted Fernando's left leg and gradually found his own rhythm.
Alonso took the young man's sweaty hand away from his body, held his chin firmly, and said in his ear in his native language: (You should) scream, swear.
"Ah...ah!" Alonso bit Fernando's ear.
"Oh, uh......¡Hijo de puta!!!"
Then came a series of swear words in Spanish.
"Pon tus piernas en su cintura, como hace tu mujer."
"¡Como una perra!" Fernando shouted out loud, looking into Hamilton's eyes. Then he buckled his leg to his waist.
Hamilton can only understand half of the "ear-biting (whispering)" between the Spaniards, but he is also amused. The cock of the young man who has ejaculated twice today is now in a state of awakening. And Hamilton knew without hesitation that the man behind him must be hard.
"Fernando, how about you (go fuck yourself)."
The older man cleared his throat and said, "This is not funny."
"Come on, I don't think he (Hamilton) is doing very well." The young man said abruptly, breaking the deadlock.
The two older men looked at each other and chuckled one after another.
So Hamilton withdrew, and the young man fell to the other side of the bed with one arm in front of his eyes. Alonso wiped the lubricant from the bedside table on his cock without saying a word, feeling a bit chill to the touch. Then he separated the young man's legs, put two fingers soaked in lube into the other's inflamed entrance, and smoothed it skillfully.
He really wants to "teach this young man a lesson", but he hasn’t yet fully accepted to fuck himself face to face. This is a bit too much. And Hamilton, this bastard, sat at the head of the bed with a big smile on his face, making no secret of his intention to appreciate the scene.
Alonso felt a little weird during the insertion. In fact, he enjoyed it and couldn't enjoy more. He tried not to be too obvious, and he didn't even glance at the damn British guy.
He hates being seen through by someone, especially when the "someone" is Hamilton. But he soon began to thrust clearly and crisply, closing his eyes half of the time, holding the young man's half-hard cock with one hand, and moving up and down.
The young man was panting under him, making a sound he couldn't be more familiar with. Oh, helping others is really equivalent to helping yourself.
Hamilton suddenly leaned in to kiss him, so he had to greet him, kissing harder than the other.
The young man circled the hand that Alonso was holding on his dick, and rudely tightened and dominated this matter, seemingly dissatisfied that the attention that should have belonged to him was distracted.
"Big boy, don't be too impatient." Hamilton straightened his braids between the kisses, pulled away the hair on Alonso's face, and said this with a smile.
Alonso pinched the Englishman's butt in a little annoyance, but the Spaniard did not expect him to take advantage of the situation, soften his waist, and fell on Fernando. The young man was getting angry, kicking his legs out, almost kicking Alonso's hipbone. The latter let out a muffled snort.
"Easy...easy." The cunning British removed the young man's arm (used to cover his eyes) and kissed it, then aiming at the next target. Before Hamilton kissed his eyelids, Fernando opened his eyes suddenly and tried to straighten his upper body. Alonso met his eyes undefended, for about two or three seconds, "Say long is not long, say short is not short", as if time and space are intertwined at this moment. The two looked away one after another. Alonso continued his fucking, slow and unbearable, tossing the young man so much that he needed to grin and gasp.
Hamilton pressed Fernando back slightly, knocked on his front teeth and said, "Treasure it, there are many things in the world that can't be recovered if you lose them." Before he retracted his hand, the young man's head came up, rubbing his fingertip with a soft tongue. Hamilton giggled, and wickedly tried to put the second finger in too, but it happened to be caught by the young man's teeths.
Alonso couldn't help but watch the scene. His other self, the younger self, using his a little jerky but gifted tongue to please others. And this time the ‘other’ is Hamilton.
He was absent the previous week, and only God knows what happened between these two guys, except for the sexual relationship. Damn, this is not the time to think about this. He felt that he might not be able to last long.
Alonso patted the Brit on the ass and told him to step aside, and moved forward.
He rudely stretched his other self’s legs wider, and the young man lifted his butt in cooperation. Alonso effortlessly inserted his battle-tested dick back. The familiar and warm feeling and the sense of wrapping inside the other, made him feel almost pathologically attached.
He began to speed up his thrusts, and did not give the young man time to adjust. It seems that for anything, once he starts to work hard, it is difficult for anyone to affect his state.
When he pushed to a certain place, Fernando's entire lower body began to twitch, and his erection was well taken care of by the British. At this moment, the man was lying on his side watching them both, his eyes could not be said to be indifferent or loving, and Fernando didn't know what he was thinking.
The Brit listened quietly to the crashing sound of the two men having sex, the sound of water caused by body fluids and residual lubricant being pushed in and out by the thing that had fucked him an hour ago. He subconsciously touched his inner thigh, which was somewhat sticky. So he moved his butt. Sure enough, there is still semen that hasn't dried out, after all, it is two to three parts.
Hamilton put on a sentence "I'm going to take a bath" and left on his own. Similarly, no one responded to him. Fernando was fucked fascinated, Alonso focused on ‘self-satisfaction’ and tried to extend this period of time.
It shouldn't be long before Hamilton heard the young Spaniard yelling something almost hoarse outside the half-covered bathroom door, and soon it was the sound of one body falling to the other. Uninterrupted, the two people alternate and similar gasps.
It seems to be over. Hamilton smiled to himself.
About ten minutes later, there was a voice from the bathroom: "Fernando! Come and help me."
When the two tired Spaniards heard this, they didn't know how to react, let alone who the bastard was calling.
The young Fernando didn't ejaculate, the older one shot in him.
In the end, Alonso silently signaled the young man with his chin, "Go and see that difficult guy". Fernando had to move slowly to prop up his body. When Alonso pulled himself out of his body, something was already flowing out. Now, facing Alonso, he suddenly stretched out his hand to the place that had just been overused.
Alonso froze, and watched the young man shamelessly rub his hand underneath for a while, rubbing it with the ambiguous liquid, and then put his finger in his mouth. Fernando sucked his fingers like a show, smiled and looked up and down the older man meaningfully. Before the man had a chance to swear, he bounced off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.
Son. of. a. bitch. Alonso felt that he had to find time to have a good talk with the British.