Struggle and Sex

In our family, sports are everything. My father is a weightlifter, my mother a gymnast, my aunt a figure skater, my grandmother a track and field athlete, and my grandfather a wrestler. In such a family, you can only grow up to be a champion. By the age of 18, I was already a city and regional champion and was training with our national team. Constant training camps and competitions, victories and awards, there were always lots of girls around. The first one was long ago; I had just come off the mat, and she was a buxom blonde who kissed me deeply right during the award ceremony. My dick almost ripped through my singlet. She met me near the showers, and I was about to experience my first-ever blowjob and sex. At 18, I had two girls for the first time and my first anal sex. There was no time for falling in love, three training sessions

a day and constant sex with fans, I never once gave flowers.

By 25, I got bored. Cities, names, hotels, and locker rooms changed, but the essence remained the same; I became bored.

During one of the matches, my opponent entered my legs so unexpectedly and sharply that I didn't have time to brace myself and received a very strong blow to the groin, with his head. I won the match, but the hellish pain in my groin and my swollen dick kept me awake for 3 days.

I couldn't bear the pain anymore, and our doctor referred me to our local hospital. My father, dropping everything, flew to me. He said, "Son, we can't send you to Moscow; it's very expensive and there's a long wait. But there's a super clinic in Latvia. They have a high volume, and your surgery is routine for them. We'll send you to Latvia for phalloplasty, they'll fix your dick, and if you want, they can even make it bigger."

I happily escaped from the Russian hospital; two days later, I was in a futuristic room with a sexy nurse, Laura.

Doctor Jānis said there was no reason to worry; my dick would be as good as new, even bigger, but I'd have to abstain from sex for a couple of months and stay under observation for a couple of weeks.

Two months without sex—I couldn't believe it. Since I was 18, I had sex every day; on award days, sometimes even twice a day. But now, two months? What was I going to do?

The surgery went off without a hitch. Laura helped me dress and undress with care and tenderness, chattering about local news with a soft Baltic accent.

After a few days, I could slowly go out into the clinic's garden, which more resembled a royal park from Dumas' stories—fountains, swans, and trimmed shrubs. Hobbling quietly and comparing all this luxury to the drabness back home, I didn't notice how I began to admire two delicate inhabitants of this paradise garden.

One was a slender, long-legged blonde, perhaps with too massive breasts for such a slim figure, and the other a curvy redhead—full breasts, round, juicy ass, and sensual, scarlet lips.

The girls, without any ceremony, came up to me and introduced themselves as Kristīne and Liene. They spoke with the same gentle Baltic accent as Nurse Laura.

Liene and Kristīne began to brighten up my daily walks in the park, passionately arguing with me about football and criticizing Russian players.

On Wednesday, Kristīne came to the garden with a mysterious smile, inviting me to a farewell party. Their beauty course with her friend was over, and tomorrow they had to return to

ordinary life.

The room, more like a luxury suite, huge and consisting of several rooms, with its entire interior, felt like a dream.

Soon, Kristīne joined us. She, like Liene, was half-undressed in a translucent peignoir. What a shame I couldn't have sex. Her long, tanned legs with silky, sun-kissed skin beckoned me; her full breasts left me momentarily stunned as I held my breath watching them rise and fall.

"Look what I have," Kristīne exclaimed joyfully. In her hands were two bottles of champagne.

I never drank; in my family, we don't drink. But I couldn't refuse a glass from Liene's hands.

We drank to our acquaintance, to beauty, and to the friendship between Latvia and Russia.

I felt incredibly light and happy.

At some point, Liene's lips pressed into mine. Something inside me trembled; I kissed her and felt like I was floating above the ground. Her tender lips seemed to coat me with honey; her long, slightly rough tongue merged with mine in a wild dance.

Kristīne watched us, squeezing her knees, biting her lips.

I forgot about my injury, my treatment, and my boredom. I was happy.

I snapped out of a fairy-tale dream. I told the girls that my dick couldn't be disturbed. I was really worried they'd just kick me out, but they just laughed and replied that their amazing breasts couldn't be touched yet either, but we still had ways to have fun. .оrg I didn't quite understand what they meant, but the lightness of the sparkling drink helped me think of nothing but the feminine and very passionate figures of my new friends.

Kristīne suggested I lie on my side so she could give me a massage; I couldn't lie on my stomach.

Her long, thin, but strong fingers began to knead my neck. It felt so good; I was ready to moan with pleasure. Liene walked around us, turned on some jazz, and began to dance softly right in front of me.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Kristīne spread my buttocks wide and buried her tongue in my anus. An involuntary moan escaped me. She penetrated my rectum deeper and deeper with her long, insistent tongue. My anus had never been caressed like this, but the intensity of the sensation swept away all prejudices. Kristīne seemed to be impaling me on herself, moaning very passionately, generously lubricating the dark entrance with saliva.

I lost track of time; I was burning inside. This new feeling filled me.

Liene came right up to me; I could feel my breath on her velvety skin. She slipped her manicured fingers into her lace panties, teased herself a bit, and pulled out a small, pink dick. I flinched; my pink dream vanished as if by magic. I tried to get up, but Kristīne, gently but firmly pressing down on my legs, began to caress my ass with double the intensity. "Don't be afraid, you'll like it," Liene whispered, grabbing my head with her nails and pressing the delicate little member to my lips. Kristīne lifted my leg slightly and pressed a finger against the entrance of my ring.

I sank my lips onto the dick. I sucked it clumsily, smacking and drooling. I enjoyed feeling it harden and fill with blood from my caresses.

Kristīne lifted me by the hips, gently but very confidently putting me on my knees. She entered me with her finger and tongue; everything tightened in my lower abdomen. Without thinking, I arched, letting her go even deeper. I grabbed the dick and started vigorously pumping it into my mouth. Kristīne lowered me from the couch, bent me over, and, whispering gently, entered me. A slight pain was replaced by a tremor; semen flowed from my peacefully hanging dick. It was magical. A second later, Liene's penis tensed, filling my mouth with a thick, never-before-tasted fluid. My eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

Thanks to the plastic surgery clinic HealthTourism.lv for the new dick and unforgettable experience. I hope to return to Riga again.