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Flamenco Beach - Part 4

Date: 4/8/2017, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Voyeur, Author: brownboi4any, Rating: , Source: xHamster

front of him. It was almost as if he was hiding something in it. I was just hoping it was not a gun, a knife or something dangerous, but I kept any sudden movements under surveillance. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Canelo?” I said, but I could not help looking at his struggle with his back pack. He must have noticed my persistent stare. “Oh, no, no” he said a bit startled, but still retaining his composure and his pleasant smile; a smile I had seen before. “No, that was it.” “Are you sure?” I asked, but now my eyes were darting at his. “No, no!” He said showing a little embarrassment. “I mean, I… I, yes… no, that’s it. Thank… thank you for your time and good luck”. “Oh, thanks to you, Canelo. If you need anything, just reach out. You know where we are. Have a safe trip and good luck to you as well”. As he turned around and left the office, I realized where I had seen that smile. It was Alfonso’s smile. It seemed like it ran in the f****y. The resemblance still was a bit strange to me, though; the pleasant and comfortable feeling I got when I saw it was somehow making me feel weird. But more eerie was the fact that the image of Canelo’s face stuck in my head all the way to my Flamenco Beach hotel room. I tried, a couple of times, to think about Alfonso, but for some reason, probably because of the cute smile, I ended up forming Canelo’s face in my mind. Upon arriving to my room, I decided to go out to the beach to relax and clear my mind. I usually avoided the ... beach during weekends, because of the crowds. But luckily, even though that Friday was busy, it seemed like it was not going to be as bad as other weekends. After about an hour, I went to the bar and ordered some food. Then, I took a shower, and then, to bed. It was really early for my Friday standards, but I just wanted the day to be over, and for Saturday morning to arrive, along with Alfonso. Nonetheless, even after I lay back early and all my other attempts, I still felt anxious and annoyed. During my time at the beach and the bar, I wanted to think that the annoying anxiety I was feeling was because of what Canelo had told me. But relaxing on my bed, I realized it was because I had not been able to scratch Calelo’s smiling face out of my head. I believed Canelo was not going to tell anything to anyone regarding my affair with Alfonso. Trusting was not the problem. My problem was in understanding why couldn’t I take him out of my head” In order to get me to sl**p, I kept telling myself that the next morning, Alfonso was going to pick me up for a fabulous day at sea. We were going to have as much fun as we could. Canelo was going to leave Culebra Island at some point during the weekend and all would come back to normal. That is when someone knocked on the door. I figured it was the bar tender. I thought I had probably left something at the bar and he was bringing it. I couldn’t think of what it could be, though, since my wallet, my keys and eyeglasses were with me. I got ...