Yafar Blake

How I learned to ride my motorcycle. (fire)

This story that I am going to tell you was something that marked my life forever and I would like to repeat it again. So ride with me on my motorcycle and" we'll ride around the city a little."I still remember when I first bought my motorcycle but I didn't know how to learn to ride... I had a neighbor who was a few years older than me and to whom I dedicate this blog. I remember that my neighbor was a man with two daughters and his wife, tall, with many tattoos and a beard a little longer than mine. He had very big legs because he was a soccer player and he had a motorcycle very similar to the one I had gotten at that time. I remember that once he found out he proposed to teach me a little how to drive and understand why that motorcycle was the best thing he had acquired for a long time. One afternoon I asked him if he had time to show me and he told me that it would be better the next day at night, since the road is clearer to avoid accidents. I said yes and we scheduled the driving appointment.The next day arrived and we both had the same bikes, only the color changed. I remember that he gave me some advice to stay firm and master that machine. He told me... "today I am going to teach you how to master any machine": and I smiled. He got on the back of my motorcycle and we started to walk a little slowly, he grabbed my shoulders but I felt a lot of strength.He said my body was very hard. that the gym was already beginning to work. to continue this constant. Then little by little he put his hand on my leg and said that it was the place where he would have to give the motorcycle more stability. He continued with the advice... and when we had to get off the machine I saw that we both had very hard tools hahaha I asked him if he had any problem and he replied: "the same as your pants."She took something very big out of her creamer but it looked very nice, I wanted to touch it because it looked very hard. I approached slowly and he grabbed my hand and put his on my pants. My heart was racing. You felt the adrenaline, the tension.We both ended up getting back on the bike, but in a different way. a much more energetic way. It was an adrenaline rush of not falling and enjoying that we were both giving ourselves over to morbidity and pleasure.

very curious lips.

In Colombia there is a very touristy place called La Piedra del Penol, it is a giant rock formation, where curious human beings built some ladders to climb. I made friends with some tourists there, it was fun to be able to tell them a little about my culture. Within the group of tourists there was a tall and slightly dark man, with big arms and legs, I remember that he was wearing very short shorts and a perfume that I still remember. We talked a little about gym exercises and the beauty of the place. It was very curious because of all the group he was the most handsome and strongest, but as he slowly climbed the stairs of the place he felt tired. He told me not to leave him alone... to accompany him... I did it. I remember that the group of other boys moved forward in the place... and I was alone with him. Something happened that I never thought would happen... the dark-haired boy had a severe pain in his crotch. and he started to cling to my arm, telling me to help him. ; I remember that I sat him down on a small scale and told him if I could give him a little massage in the area... where without finishing the sentence he said yes!! I started helping him a little. but something in his pants started to move. He looked at me but kept saying that he felt some pain in the upper part.... I continued to increase the massage a little... I saw that something was very hard so I looked at him and without thinking I grabbed his package without permission. It felt delicious. something hard and throbbing.He jumped a little but his eyes showed that he enjoyed it a lot. He told me, don't you want to help me a little higher? I remember that my pants also got hard... I just stood up and made sure there were no people around. I took out my tool and put it to enjoy with his lips. It was a unique experience, her lips were very soft but her physical appearance was enormous. there was a contrast of colors in our skin.

experience with a driver.

It was a cold night in February, on my way to another city to visit my family, I decided to take the last bus of the night, I had trained hard at the gym that day, and yet I felt the energy vibrating in me. I sat at the back of the bus, alone, in a seat next to the part where the drivers seem to rest. The bus had two drivers since it was a trip of about 12 hours.The driver passed by the hallway sometimes, looked, smiled, asked if I was okay. And little by little the presence felt closer.I remember that you had brown eyes and arms that wanted to come out of the shirt you were wearing.Every time he passed I felt like he was looking at my lips a lot. so I got a little hot with them.until, in a moment, he sat next to me. And there, the tension between us grew. without hurry, as if the hours were lengthening.He asked me why I was traveling alone and I responded with my shoulders, making a gesture that I didn't even know about my loneliness.Then he touched my lips with his hands and told me that he liked the pink color of them.I couldn't stand it and I started to touch his... it was very hot!We kissed and felt that connection. It was a very subtle kiss. very hot and it was obvious that he wanted to taste my lips.Little by little my pants were getting hard. I saw that he was removing my strap from my pants and it was inevitable that something in me stood out!He said in my ear... you're going to enjoy this: then he slid his lips into my pants and with a little forc* I opened his mouth so he could feel the power of me."You have strength" he said.I remember that it started to rain heavily outside the bus so we were able to moan a little while we played with our cocks in the back seat.It was an experience I will never forget.

“What Happened… Even Though No One Noticed”

It was something simple: a casual conversation that took longer than the account, a closeness that was no longer accidental, an awkward pause when our eyes met and none of us wanted to be the first to walk away. The atmosphere changed without asking permission. It was noticeable in the breathing, in the way the body leans only a few centimeters more. There was an exact moment, difficult to explain, when I knew it wasn't just my imagination. A slow smile, a phrase said in a low voice, a brief touch that did not need to be repeated to make the message clear. It wasn't scandalous or obvious, it was worse: it was intimate. We said goodbye as if nothing had happened, but it wasn't true. I left with an accelerated pulse, checking every second in my head, aware that something happened... although no one else noticed it. And there I understood that the really exciting thing does not always happen in a bed, but in those moments when the desire is recognized,