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New Year's Toast


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on: October 23, 2019, 04:31:02 PM
New Year's Toast 

What's everybody doing on December 31st at 12:00 p.m.? To toast, of course, to the arrival of the New Year, wishing it brings the best. And what does a large part of the people do after toasting?  Engage in pyrotechnics, of course! Especially if there are kids in the family.

I'm not very fond of fireworks, but brats love them. And that's how after the toast, the kisses and the hugs, a horde of little demons between the ages of five and twelve took to the streets to throw firecrackers, light flares and shoot fireworks. The artillery deployment was to be commanded by a seventeen-year-old teenager named Mario, a distant nephew I hadn't seen in a while and who had grown a lot since then (and by the way, he had become very handsome). Of course, the gunner didn't convince his parents, and in the face of their reluctance, the little boy confronted me directly (why me?) and asked me:

"Will you come with us, uncle?

"No, I don't like firecrackers, and . . ."

"Come on, let's go," he said. Surrounding him, the group of savages jumped up and down as they chanted: "Yes, come on uncle, come on!".

I cursed myself for having the easy yes, and grunting in joke I nodded at accompanying them receiving as a reward kisses from the children . . . and an effusive hug from my nephew.

Happy with his role as master of ceremonies, Mario began the show by flooding the place with a multitude of lights of dazzling colors and explosions as if to demolish houses.

Everything was going well and it seemed that there was going to be no inconvenience, when one of the flares exploded before it should and scattered sparks everywhere. Fortunately, none of the boys were injured, but Mario received the flash very closely and a small splinter entered his eye.

I ran to see how serious the wound was, but covering his eye as he smiled the boy told me he was fine. I checked it and it seemed that I didn't have anything, but I decided that the best thing to do was to see a doctor. Like all teenagers, he protested, but the mothers around us, including the boy's (who had been alerted by the snitches), proved me right. So without waiting any longer I got him in the car, and I took him to the nearest hospital.

At the Nosocomial Entrance Table we were referred to Ophthalmology, and after waiting a few minutes in the office the doctor on duty appeared. Wow! What a nice thing, please! He was about twenty-seven years old, very short brown hair, honey-colored eyes, square chin, straight nose and fleshy mouth. He wore only the hospital uniform, and the thick chest hair showed through the half-open jacket.

He smiled when he saw us, and when he approached he flooded the air with his soft perfume. He shook my hand, and we looked at each other for a few moments so intensely that I began to splice.

"Well, well! I imagine you must be the wounded one, right?" he said to Mario, who had a hand over the affected eye.

"No. Well, yes. I mean, I don't think I have anything. My uncle insisted on bringing me," Mario replied, pointing his head at me as he simulated a gesture of annoyance.

"And I think he was right. Let's check you out, and see if your uncle was right. And by the way, you have a very young uncle," he said.

He disinfected his hands with alcohol, and began to check the boy with total professionalism. I looked at him in ecstasy, gratifying my eyes with such a bonbon. The task forced him to recline on Mario, and that position highlighted his round and firm buttocks.

At one point he started talking to me.

"Well, fortunately, he only has an irritated cornea. It's not serious, but you were right to bring it. But come, look.

I approached, standing behind the doctor while he illuminated his affected eye with a small flashlight. It was so close that our bodies rubbed each other, the skin on my arm caressed his, my pelvis touched his ass. The proximity of this so desirable specimen excited me very much, and without being able to avoid it my dick hardened furiously.

I tried to calm down, but at that moment I felt the free hand of the doctor near my thighs. Without thinking what I was doing I moved until I accidentally left my package on his palm, and when he noticed what it was . . . . he squeezed it gently. I swallowed hard, and my heart rate skyrocketed.  Then he withdrew his hand, leaving me completely accelerated.

"Well, now I'm going to put a few drops in you, and I want you to close your eyes," he told Mario. He took a dropper out of his jacket, put the drops on the boy and when Mario closed his eyes he turned to me, took my chin and surprised me with a quick kiss on the mouth. He smiled, and turned to his patient.

"All right, open them. That's it. Now I'm going to put an ointment on you, and then I'm going to cover your eyes for a few minutes to give you some effect.  Then I'm just going to put a patch on your injured eye, and you can go.

He passed by me to look for the things necessary for the cure, and when he did he squeezed the package again, leaving me on the brink of the run.  He went back to his patient, and after applying the ointment he put a bandage on the back of his head.

"Do you see anything," he asked the teenager.

"No, nothing.

"Perfect. Now you have to stay like this for a few minutes," he said as he bolted the office door. Then he approached me, and holding my hand he led me to the opposite end of the room.  Then his mouth devoured mine again, and as my tongues fought almost desperately my hands rested on that divine ass, massaging it with pleasure.

After a few minutes of humid battle my pretty doctor knelt down, and lowering the zipper of my fly brought out my cock which at that height was already very hard and drooling. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed it from one, starting an amazing blowjob. Her mouth went up and down my dick, leaving a shiny trail of thick drool on each run. Every now and then the cock was buried up to the throat, reaching with its lips to the base of the trunk, lavishing an indescribable pleasure on me.

"Uncle, are you there?" asked Mario suddenly.

"Yes, I'm here," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.

"There's a strange noise. Do you hear it?" asked Mario with a strange gesture drawn on his face.

"Mmm . . no, I don't hear anything," I replied, trying to control my breathing to suffocate the gasps that caused me the conscientious task of the ophthalmologist.

"And the doctor?

"Ehh . . . he came out. He must be busy with another patient.  But I don't think it will be long before I get back," I said as my breastfeeder nodded with a gentle head movement that also shook my latch.

"I've had enough of this in my eyes. I think I'm going to take it off," Mario said, taking his hands to the blindfold.

"NO!" I exclaimed in alarm, as the pretty doctor almost choked on my cock in his mouth. "Don't even think about it! Better wait for the doctor to come.

Realizing that things could get complicated at any moment, the doctor accelerated the rhythm of his blowjob to provoke my cum. To tell the truth, he didn't have to make much effort: between all the previous treatment of tongue that he had given to my cock and the morbidity that caused me to imagine that the adolescent could come to see us in that situation, after a few seconds I felt the unequivocal signs of the bullfight. Then I gently took my precious doctor's hair, and holding his head steady, I began to spit out blows of hot milk in the mouth of the young doctor, who received it gladly while emitting soft groans. Then, while still on his knees, he pulled out his very hard cock, and a few swings were enough for him to start throwing jets of white guasca on the floor.

Untied the two of us quickly settled the clothes, and after putting a paper on the thick finished the beautiful doctor gave me a last kiss of tongue . . . that made me try my own lefa.

Following the farce, the doctor sneaked up to the door, unlocked it, and then opened and closed it loudly as if to pretend he had just entered.

"Well, how's my patient doing?" he said as he winked at me.

"Good. But get this off me, please.

"Yes, that's what I came for.

The doctor removed the blindfold from Mario's eyes, put other drops on him, and just as he had said, he put a patch only on the injured eye.

"Ready, my friend! You can go now. You must come tomorrow for control, and if everything is okay we can remove the patch.

We left the office, and before crossing the threshold I shook the young doctor's hand as I said:

"Thank you for your attention, doctor. And Happy New Year!  Too bad we couldn't share a champagne.

"No," he said. "I am teetotaler. I only toast with milk," he added, smiling mischievously, bringing up the colors while Mario looked at me with a strange expression.

Before leaving the hospital, I called home and said that the boy was fine, and that we were on our way there. Then I got in the car, and we started our way back. We had walked a quiet stretch, when all of a sudden Mario said:

"Well, the doctor, right?

"Yes," I nodded, "A very kind and professional guy. He took care of you quickly and . . . ".

"No, I mean he was good at sucking.

We almost crashed. I stopped the car, and I looked at it in awe.

"What are you saying?!!".

"Come on, man. I heard them. The sound of a blowjob is unmistakable. And then I settled in better and saw them. You can tell by your face that he was sucking on it very well.

"Dude, you're in trouble," I thought.

"I . . . ehh . . . . Mario, I'm not. . ."

"No, man, it's all right. I'm not going to say anything. Well . . . that's up to you.

"Are you going to blackmail me?" he asked, laughing nervously.

"Mmm . . . I don't know. But if you let me give you the same treatment the little doctor gave you, I'm not going to say anything at home," he said as he winked at me in his free eye.

Mute by surprise, I opened wide my eyes . . . and my rebellious cock hit a stretch.

"Come on, Uncle. Today when I saw you I didn't know how to face you, but this solved my problem. And now . . . you're in my hands.

"But . . . you're a little boy, and also a relative of mine . . . "

"¿Y? Come on, man. I also want to toast with milk.

Well, what could I do! I was cornered, and I had no choice but to agree . . . . with absolute taste.

And you see the boy had quite a bit of experience, because he handled the tongue like the gods.

But that's another story.


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