A few years ago, after many years, I returned to Iran from Canada, and one day I decided to go to Darband for fun. I missed Darband and the Alborz mountains very much and I had many memories of Darband because it was our family's summer summer.
In short, I closed the road and walked to the resort. I was wearing shorts under my pants, which is called thong on the outside and slip on the French.
I got tired halfway through my asthma and shortness of breath and arrived at a cottage I first thought was abandoned. As I approached the hut, I noticed that it was a refuge for two or three workers who were building around. One of the crew with a local accent I do not know where asked me if I like tea or not. I said yes and asked where the toilet was. First I went to the bathroom and then my cousin guided me to a small room in the cottage and said come and rest. When I entered the room, I saw another staff member sitting there. The first son brought me tea and he also brought tea for the two people in the room and we all started talking. Three people were from rural Kurdistan. They understood from the way I spoke how many years I had lived abroad and they started asking me about the working conditions abroad and whether they could get a visa for Canada or not and the job market in Canada. I hastily put together a few answers because the truth is that I did not have the answers to all their complex questions. I was then asked if I had a wife and children abroad. I told them frankly no and they were a little surprised that I was single at the age of 39 and finally I said that I was not interested in getting married. Until I said this, I think they got the phone that I am gay and they looked at each other and smiled.
I noticed that my pants were muddy and fortunately I had brought extra pants in the bag I had with me… in fact the bag was not a mountaineering backpack. I said there is a place where I can change my pants. The boy said yes, there is a small room next to the toilet (it was actually a small storage room for their mess) and I went to the small room and took off my mud pants, it was just my shorts that I once saw in the open room. The boy who had invited me to tea stood up and stared at me and said, "Jooooo." He came closer to me and started rubbing Kunmo with his hands. He said, "Come and sit with us in the room." He meant the room where his two friends were. I was just wearing shorts and I had put my backpack in the storage room. Two other servants handed me over with a smile and said, "Come and eat a little milk." Both of them took their milk out of their pants, then the boy took it off, and I started eating the milk of all three people, but one by one, and I licked each of them nicely. And I got wet. Then the first boy said, "Are you ready to do it now?" I said yes and took out a quilt from the corner of the room and spread it in the middle… First of all, kiss me And each of them succeeded in making both me and Kirshun in my mouth and finally they poured two drops of water in my mouth… What delicious sperm they had… I had a lot of fun. At the end of their work, they said, "Get up, go, we have work to do," and as if they were no longer bored with me, I immediately went and put on my clothes, took my backpack, and left. I saw that like three wolves, they had just plotted to fuck me, and then, as if not, they threw me away like the old-fashioned one. I still hate myself for enjoying sex with them and I want to deny that I did not enjoy it but the lie comes out of the water. I just wanted them to fold a little better with me and not just use me as a hole to make because I really liked the boy and I was falling in love with him but I saw he just wants a toy and he wants because no one can catch him somewhere Kirshu Give that he was my ass.
