Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 06:35:16 -0700
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shackled Love in Brazil: The Sequel Part 1 (Revised)

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL
THE SEQUEL
by Aihu Fist

The bus ground to a halt, it was filled to the nook with passengers. The
driver put his sweaty face through the window and asked Rubinho what was
the matter. In a few words Rubinho got everything we wanted and needed.
Fortunately they had some money to pay for the extra oil and petrol. One
passenger had left the bus, he dusted of his trousers and shirt while the
bus sped a way. He was darker than Rubinho, a real negro; his skin shone
like polished ebony.

He looked at them and said, "You guys seem to have had a long and tough
journey but no time for a shave and a bath, I am right so?"

Rubinho translated it for Gringo who was quick to reply, "Yes, sir, we had
one long ride throughout the night and no sleep whatsoever. I need a shave
but my young friend will not, though."

Rubinho chuckled a bit.

"Where are you heading, folks?"

"Oh, there must be a town somewhere where we can find a posada, don't you
think so, sir?" Gringo piped back, trying to sound cheerful.

"Sorry for asking you, but, is that boy your son?"

"He is my nephew, who I have come to visit. We are driving back to his
parents after the holidays we spent in Bahia."

"I am afraid to disappoint you, but it is another half day driving before
you will find anything decent to crash out on. What is your name by the
way?"

"Rubinho."

"Johnny."

"Well, nice to meet you, I am Nelson."

"Oh, Nelson, like our famous admiral."

"Where are you from, Johnny?"

"England, Nelson, I am English."

While they were talking Rubinho let his eyes travel on Nelson's from head
to toe. Man he was tall, and muscled. The dark blue veins ran like highways
on the inside of his forearms. His neck was short like a bull's, a flat
stomach, and hands like waffle irons. He was a real black hulk. Rubinho
tried to imagine him naked and it was a wonderful image in his head when
that materialised. His gaze got stuck on the package, his crotch, which
promised unlimited virility, ecstasy, loads of white juice endlessly
squirting, and heavy plums in palpable leathery sack. The lips on his face
were a dark purple which framed his ivory white teeth. His tongue was
lighter than his own, the nose was broad and glistening with perspiration.
His brow was flat and narrow, maybe that was because he had very dark broad
bushy eyebrows. His eyelashes were long and his eyes light green. Yes,
amazing. This man had Indian genes in him. Nelson, as if he felt Rubinho's
eyes

 undressing him, turned his head to him and asked, "What do you say, I
invite you to spend the night in my home? I am alone and I do enjoy company
occasionally. Got no woman to boss us around, no dogs to bite anyone, but
the house is your house tonight, if you still want to. Johnny's and
Rubinho's eyes lit up and looked at each other.

"Why not?" they said simultaneously.

"We are grateful for this, Nelson. For, yes, we can definitely use some
rest."

"it is a kilometre on foot from here, but with the car we are there in
about ten minutes," Nelson giggled.

The car tank was soon filled up with petrol and geared up to make the move
to Nelson's home. Tucked away under a few trees stood a house, a bit like
Dad's house, only much smaller. The man did not have a dog, but he had a
goat, a cow, and a rooster in a pen behind the house. Nelson was gentleman
enough to carry Gringo's sleeping back to the house. Inside it was all wood
such as the floor, the walls, the beams, the doors, which made it cozy and
homely. In the living room stood a red velvet couch. A small TV-set on the
floor. The kitchen in the back was a mess though, but what was to be
expected from a man without a female?

"I do not have a double bed for you guys, but I have one couch on the first
floor which is for you Johnny.  Rubinho can sleep on the red couch, and I
sleep in the room next to the kitchen. So, if anything you need, you do not
need to be afraid to call me or knock on my door. Now, you can take a bath
and I will prepare some

 food. There are towels in the cupboard in the bathroom. I always keep
spares for guests.

"C'mone, Rubinho, you go first." Johnny quipped.

Rubinho lifted his butt from the chair and hopped to the bathroom.

"He is a nice kid, is he not, Johnny?"

"I am sorry, Nelson, but I do not speak or understand a lot of Portuguese."

"Oh, that is alright, amigo. Just make yourself comfortable, how about a
drink?"

Nelson gestured to where the whisky stood.

"Help yourself," he said in Portuguese.

Johnny grabbed a glass and poured himself a stiff drink and cheered to the
host. Then walked through the bathroom door to ask Rubinho if he was
alright, but turned speechless when he saw the boy all but naked. The sun
rays coming through the window instantly turned him into a Donatello
sculpture. Jeez, barefooted, drops of water sparkling on his skin. What a
sight this was and it was all his! He wore his special underwear, the one
he had worn to entice Mum.

"Are you alright, mate?" Rubinho asked

"Yes, I am, Rubinho."

Nelson was quite busy when Rubinho came out of the bathroom and while
drying his hair with a towel he smelled the alcoholic drink and asked
Johnny: "You like that?"

"Occasionally, I do, Rubinho."

Rubinho smiled.

"It is your turn, Johnny," Nelson piped from the kitchen. Go, quickly, the
cold water will refresh you too."

"Cold???"

"Yes, who wants hot in this heat?" Nelson giggled again.

"OK!"

And off Johnny went. As soon as he had gone, Nelson walked over to the lad
who had seated himself on the red couch. Rubinho looked perfect in his sexy
birthday spandex undies.

"Hey little amigo, you look so fresh now, I cannot stop looking at
you. Your hair shines, your body shines, you are a fine piece of
artwork. Let me look at you for a a few more seconds."

Nelson hooked his hands under Rubinho's armpits, lifted him up from the
couch, and put him down on the floor.

"WOW." Nelson said, while scanning the boy's body. "You are as heavy as a
feather!"

Nelson did not know how to proceed. He wanted this lad so much it was
obvious to himself and Rubinho. What would his uncle say? How long would
uncle stay under the shower? Surely in ten minutes he could befriend this
young boy?

"Come here, Rubinho, I like to give you an official embrace and welcome."

Nelson crouched and pressed Rubinho's tummy against his cheek. One hand
rested on the boy's bottom and one on Rubinho's hip, with a thumb on his
loin.

"Your body feels hot, Rubinho, do you know that?"

"No, Nelson, I do not."

We all know Rubinho lied, for he was so hot the minute he felt that giant's
hand on his bottom, and that thumb that had become the cause of heating up
by his balls and cock. Jee, he thought, I cannot control myself. Indeed his
little pecker puffed his chest and grew in size inch by inch.

"Tell me, Rubinho, from a negro to a negro, is that young man really your
uncle? I won't say anything, I promise."

"No," Rubinho, whispered, "We are just friends."

"Just friends, huh?

Nelson squeezed his buttocks a little harder.

"I think you are a naughty boy who loves naughty things with this naughty
gringo, is that not so?"

"No, no, that is not true, believe me, Nelson. He sponsors my family like a
godfather. He pays for my school."

"I bet he does, Rubinho." Nelson grinned.

Another squeeze followed. Nelson pretended not to see the rigid little pole
in Rubinho's fronts.

When Nelson heard the bathroom door opening up he quickly whispered,
"Tonight, we will talk more, lovely baby!"

By the time Johnny walked into the lounge, Nelson was back in the kitchen,
chopping up veggies for a nice succulent broth they would eat. They sat
around a round table and slurped away the food.

"You have to excuse me, friends, I need my siesta. You are at home, you can
read, watch TV or go for a walk around the house."

It had just gone 2pm and a siesta could easily last three hours. Johnny
decided that he was too tired to do anything so he went upstairs to take a
nap. Rubinho thought and felt the same so he lay on his side on the red
couch and closed his eyes. By five in the afternoon both kids were still
sound asleep when Nelson decided to get up and make himself a cup of
coffee. With coffee in hand he sloshed around and ended up by the couch and
saw Rubinho dreaming like an innocent lamb. This one is ready for
slaughter, Nelson mused. He walked around the couch to stand in front of
that tiny body and admire it. He slurped the last bits of his coffee, put
it on the table by the couch and said, "Thank you god for this nice
innocent lamb you thrusted in my lap. I have been praying for it so long. I
will now take care of it, thank you Lord."

Nelson crouched again and scooped the boy up from the couch with his strong
arms. Rubinho, opened up one eye and met Nelson's eyes.

"Whe...where...?"

"Shhhh, boy, shh, I am going to put you in a proper bed. A little prince
like you needs all the care he deserves."

Nelson cradled him all the way to his own bedroom. In there stood a king
size bed that was his.

Rubinho was laid down on it on his side, his legs pulled up, knees on his
chest. Nelson joined him and pulled the boy close to him. Leaning on his
left elbow he peered over Rubinho's face. He ran his left finger over the
nape of his young neck then over the right shoulder down the left arm over
to the left hand that cupped his groin. The finger travelled up to the
navel and higher up to the nipples where they remains for a while, softly
twirling them. Rubinho did not give a sign of life. The finger continued to
his chin, lips, nose eyes and ears, but returned quickly to the
mouth. Fortunately the big negro finger was not coarse, but soft. It pried
open the lips and to his surprise Rubinho's lips enclosed it like a tight
sphincter.

"Mmmmh, you like that, buddy? Those subconscious reactions are promising."
Nelson whispered.

What Rubinho did not know was that Nelson takes his siesta naked. Nelson
lay stark naked on the bed with Rubinho still dressed in that tight spandex
undie.

Nelson was totally aroused. His penis's glans was so long that it covered
his bellybutton. Now dangerously waiting for action. The glans was a
flawless pink, a stark contrast with the black foreskin which was being
pulled down by Nelson. Rubinho's sexy bum touched Nelson's pitch black sack
whose skin was shrinking because of the occasional breeze that blew on it
from the open windows.

"Oh, baby, what a lovely pair of cheeks you have here. If they are so
smoothly packed in this sensuous fabric, imagine how they feel without
them. Let me help you to become a natural boy...It is not your nose that
will grow but your little dicky, alas, I am not Gepetto."

Nelson pulled the boy onto his back, spread his legs a bit and began
peeling the undies from the sleepy body. He threw the undies next to the
bed and parted the legs some more.

"I want to see all of it, little negro, my precious little negro whore.
Yes, I know, you do not have to tell me. I have been there and done that
myself, ages before you were born."

He lifted his feet into the air and ogled at Rubinho's boy hole. A wet
finger went from the man's mouth to his exposed butt hole. It was a lovely
feeling. But then Rubinho began to mutter in his sleep.

"No gringo, not now, not now, I do not want."

Nelson did not understand English much, but a `no' and the name `gringo',
was enough for him to understand that Johnny was not exactly Rubinho's
uncle and that more was going on between them.

"What shall I do with this godsend present? He thought. He rolled Rubinho
onto his tummy and placed his long rigid penis just under the boy's crack
past the perineum and touching the seam of the boy's sack. Slowly Nelson's
hips moved foreword. His hands in push-up position by the boy's armpits.

"Slowly, slowly, easy," he whispered. "I will not yet pop your cherry, I
promise you, Rubinho baby, but I will fuck you between your legs."

So, he brought the boy's thighs together to enjoy the friction of his penis
between them. He went on for some time but stopped short of ejaculating.

I will show you both who is in charge here, this boy is mine, it was a
godsend! The white boy should know that! He spoke, eyes directed to the
ceiling, Nelson nattered.

Nelson got our of bed and abandoned Rubinho there. In stealth mode, Nelson
climbed the stairs to gringo's and saw him lying there on a mattress on the
floor. Half undressed. A white pair of briefs, socks still on, a half empty
whiskey bottle and the glass emptied next to his head. He calculated that
gringo had had at least three or maybe four glasses and he did not seem to
be the type that drank, so this boy was knocked out! He acted quickly. Down
came the white briefs which he smelled before he continued the planned
assault.

"Lovely aroma, mate!"

Johnny said nothing, he was absolutely gone. Now totally butt naked, Nelson
spat on his own long shaft and pink helmet and aimed for a mouldable white
buttocks' arse hole. The hot tip slid in as easy as a knife through
butter. The head was in, the foreskin withdrew and formed a real black
collar every time he pushed in until the collar itself disappeared into the
white lad's anus.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmhhh," Johnny wailed.

"Are you fine, buddy?"

He asked in Portuguese and he got no answer. But then Johnny's body
tightened up, froze, relaxed, froze again, struggled to get the strong dark
man off him, which was a struggle Nelson did like but would ignore.

"I have you under my thumb, gringo trash. People like you and me end up in
the jail where we get fucked over and over, like I have been, and Rubinho
has been. You took advantage of him and I am now taking advantage of you,
hihihihi, you like it?"

Gringo said nothing but with every stab he groaned some more. The black guy
was pumping away, deeper and deeper into gringo land. Until he came, nearly
screaming it out...

"Aaaaaahhhhh, filho da puta, que gostoso, que safado...gosteiiiiii!" (son
of a bitch, how yummy, how shameless...loved it)

He flopped his dick out and turned gringo onto his back. He sat himself on
his chest and wiped his dick clean on Johnny's lips. Suck it baby....you
are mine, and you will not leave from here until I say so. I need some joy
with the little laddie. If you do run away i will call the cops on you. I
got your ID, your bank card, and the boy. You are both a godsend, but the
little one will only be serving me as long as he stays here. Now sleep some
more."