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Great shift: the American dream

Added 2021-12-10 05:16:02 +0000 UTC

It was hard to adapt to all this Great shift going from a white, bald, obese middle-aged man in Washington to a young Mexican in Texas, I woke up in a hot little apartment that I now had to share with 6 Mexican men, none of them were Affected by the Great shift, they began to speak in Spanish, a language that I recognized immediately and the only thing I knew about Spanish I found on vacation with my family when we went to Cancun almost 10 years ago.

Without knowing what exactly was happening or if I was in a strange dream, I got carried away, I did not say a word to any of my new companions during the breakfast of eggs and omelettes, I just limited myself to eating and listening to the news radio in Spanish. It's not like he knew a lot of Spanish, the only phrase he knew perfectly well was "¿dónde está el baño?"

It was very early, it had been years since I got up before the sun this body was young and fit, the first time I entered the dirty bathroom I could see what I had become, my skin was cinnamon, my face was smooth and without wrinkles and my body was hard and in shape I had lost a couple of inches in height, I began to explore with my callused hands the muscles and skin of this boy, tanned by the sun and sculpted by hard work, something very different my body fat and out of shape from sitting in an office 8 hours a day, junk food and the sedentary life of a father of 3 children.

I reached the most sensitive area of this body, I did not hesitate for a second, I lowered my battered shorts and let them fall down my hairy legs until they touched the floor, all my life I was self-conscious about the size of my small penis, I had spent more into sex toys to please my wife than the gym membership I only went to 3 times in a row before quitting due to pain in my old joints.

In front of me was the image of a horny young Mexican, I had only seen the size of a cock like that in porn movies. I grabbed my new cock with my lakes, thin, callused fingers and started looking at every angle of my vigorous dark cock, it definitely needed a cut, my balls were covered with some dark hair curls just like my head of hair.

Before I felt more comfortable, someone started knocking on the bathroom door -Luis ya nos vamos al trabajo apurate o el patrón te cortara las bolas- I didn't understand what only 1 name said "Luis", was that my new name? ?

I put my shorts back on even though it was still as rough as it hadn't been in years and walked out of the bathroom, went to the room where I had woken up, and pulled my clothes out of the nearest closet. I didn't know if it was from Luis but it fit me perfectly. Already dressed in a selection of jean and a red shirt with sleeves, I left the house to go to "my" work. I got into the back of a truck together with the guys I had woken up with, they started talking in Spanish to each other while I just closed my eyes and felt the sun's rays bathe my tanned skin, for some reason it felt natural feel good.

It's been 2 years since that and the truth is that I already got used to my new life as Luis, I learned the language quickly, my language was used to speaking Spanish, I even still have a Mexican accent when I speak English, I get my hands dirty every day . I exercise and eat well although somewhat spicy for my taste.

for a simple life of hard work as a gardener in the house of some wealthy old man during the day and at night to have some very cold beers with my compadres.