SEKYU Diaries Part 3

I had gone to the village guard outpost tonight to report a problem with the electric post in front of my house. The supervisor who had spoken to me and who had tried to get in touch with the electric company had gone to the barracks and I was demanding a follow through. Pasundo na lang po natin sa barracks si bisor, the older guard said: Paulo, punta ka sa barracks, sunduin mo si bisor, the more senior guard said.

Paolo was new, barely two weeks on duty and this was the first time I noticed him. Iím always on the prowl for good looking guards and this agency was an exceptionally bad ono, in terms of the quality and face value of the guards. Miitim at patpatin. The previous agency had some good looking ones, but I was too scared of scandal to dare, sayang, the ones that got away. Paolo was different. He was tall, 5í10, from Nueva Ecija and had bronzed tisoy looks. Yung tisoy na babad sa araw. When he went to board the guard motorcycle, I said, sama na lang kaya ako. ìKayo poî he said. I straddled the motorcycle and held on by his body,the unifor clung tightly, typically ìwalang mahawakanî, I said. He didnít notice anything unusual, from his facial expression.

I got the message I needed from the bisor. The electric company was sending an emergency crew. The bisor went back to barracks and we returned to the guard outpost. The area for parking motorcycles was set a bit apart from the guard post. Deretsahan na. I'm sure he noticed na yung kaput ko was, well, different. As I went down the motorcycle, I said:Usap muna tayo. Bakit ser. Type kita. Rumoronda ka ba? I scanned his face to check his reaction. I thought I saw a naughty smile from the corners of his mouth. oras oras ser ako ang duty sa ronda ngayon. He said, not looking at me. I asked for his cellphone number,îtext kits mamaya pag roronda ka sa villageî Paolo hesitated, and I couldnít make anything out of his facial expression this time. Ser, bago po yung number ko, di ko kabisado, nasa guardpost yung cell. I pressed on, determined. Kunin mo, hintayin kita dito, wag mong ipahalata. Paolo left to get the number, a good sign. He came back after a few minutes and slipped the number into my hands. At about 11:30, I texted him, text ka kung roronda ka na mamaya, I gave my street number, no response. 11:57, he texted back, ser paronda na po ako. I answered, daan ka dito. A few minutes later I was out of my gate, a motorcycle was approaching. He stopped and I said, pasok ka, I pasok natin nag motor mo para di makita. Ser, kailangang kong bumalik, kakain po kami, hahanapin ako. I said: Sige, pagkakain, lakarin mo na lang papunta dito. After half an hour, I texted him: Tapos na kayoing kumain?î No response. Another 10 minutes: Ano? Punta ka na dito.No response. I rang him, no answer. 12:55 I was thinking paronda nanaman. I called again. After quite a lot of rings. He answered and asked. Tulog na po ba ang mga tao diyan? I said: OO kanina pa, ano? Punta ka na dito. Sige po.

I waited outside my gate once more. A few minutes later I saw motorcycle approaching. I said: I pasok mo ang motor mo para di makita ng mga dumaraan. This time, he nodded. I opened the gate, he quietly brought the motor cycle in. My dogs were noisy, barking. I thought: Shit! He followed me inside. We went straight to my room. I asked: Ok lang ang 500? Ser, dagdagan ninyo, 1000. (Well, what could I do, atat na atat na, Go!) I dimmed the lights and started removing his shirt. He opened his zipper and let out his cock, ìser dito na lang, nagmamadali tayo (Eh among magagawa ko, excited.) The conquest was enough. I sucked his big cock with his uniform on. His brass buckle scratched the upper part of my lips, but not in a bad way. I donít do this often to the climax, but you get what you get. Remarkably, I didnít feel tired. After a few minutes, I heard him moan softly. Paolo cupped my head with his hands and began shoving it fully into his cock. I was gagging a bit. I thought I couldnít take it. It was exciting. Just a blow job with a uniformed SG but it was exciting. He came in huge paroxysms, shoving my head as his cum shot into me. I tried to move a bit, to taste the cum. The cum was shooting deep, directly into my that and I could not taste it, so I had to push back to savour the cum. I then said, ako naman ang magpapalabas and kissed him on the neck and the cheek. I removed my T shirt and asked him to tickle my tits, he licked them, not lick, more like nilamutak. I tried to bring up his face and kissed his neck once more. Some guys donít kiss after youíve swallowed their cum, so I tried, nothing wrong in trying. He made no effort to refuse and I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He kissed back softly then it got better.

Ubos yung 1000, pero sulit na sulit naman. I could still taste his cum as I write this, smell his musty guard-smell.


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