¡Joder! When Costas exchanged a thick rubber dildo for his fingers in the ass play, Hector writhed, became quite vocal, “¡Mierda! Gay sex Trabaja conmigo. This didn’t last very long, though, because, with Costas becoming active in the coupling, someone had to hold the camera. Trabaja conmigo. He knew who it was when he saw him—the old artist. He wanted this. Do you mind if I take photos? Pedro Costas,” the old artist said “And, as you observed, I am a photography artist. Bruno, the artist Costas’s bullet-headed body-builder friend, walked into the scene, as Hector had orchestrated. “I didn’t realize you had such a nice ass.”“Thanks,” Hector murmured, still groaning from the job Bruno had done on him.Costas walked around to the end of the dais that Hector’s head was facing. Bruno walked around to the front of the dais, grabbed Hector’s armpits and pulled him up to where his head was over the edge. This was a time of day when he could count on the artist, Pedro Costas, to be working in his studio down the hilly slope to the west of Porto Moniz. Hector had picked up the young man at a café overlooking the marina just that morning.
