Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 01:37:58 +0000
From: N Foster <smeady486@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Year in Brazil part 10

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My year in Brazil part 10 (part 9 from May 22, 2008 COLLEGE)


After a while of rolling around on top of the bed, our bodies started
getting a little too sticky and funky.  The entire bedroom smelled of
sweat and sex.
In the past two hours there were conversations about different topics.  I
mostly stayed quiet.  I had stuck a pillow behind my head against the
headboard of the bed.  That way, I could look down at myself and the
three Latin studs.
My small garden of fuzzy chest hair was glued down in several places.  I
ran my hand along it but it was so crusty with dried jizz that it hurt a
little.  My cock was still pink in color and I felt a weak pulse still
beating through it.  I could tell that the shaft was still filled with
liquid-probably new precum but didn't dare touch it or move too much  I
didn't want it to glob out.  Every once in a while Sandro would rub his
foot against mine.  It gave me tingles inside.
Then there was Santos with his older daddy body covered in hair.
Surrounded by a bush of hair, his dick was tucked inside a skin hoodie
It looked a lot smaller than when we were all going at it earlier.
Sandro had the most man odor coming from his smaller but jacked muscled
frame.  While talking I noticed he ran his fingers along his tight hairy
pecs.  When someone made him laugh, Sandro's body would crunch together.
That made it easy for all to see his ripped abs.  Occasionally his balls
would move around on their own  His manmeat would thicken a little so its
mushroom head would attempt to peek out of its foreskin.  There was a
bead of juice that rested on the end of the shrunken skin hole.  It
looked like it was teasing all to lick it off.
And Alfonso.  Alfonso's wide shoulders and beefy pecs were hot.  Just a
stunning slab of meat I could stare at-and I did just that.  His long
hair was pulled to the side though some of it draped over his left
shoulder.  His thighs and calves were thick and buldging with muscle.
His cock was soft but still quite large in size.  It was flopped over to
the side and rested against his leg.
Finally Santos piped up saying "I think it's time for a shower".
We all verbally agreed.
Alfonso hopped off the bed as he joined Santos who was already walking
over to the door.  Alfonso patted Santos' back and they entered the
hallway with an arm on each other's shoulder.
Back on the bed I said "Here we go!" as I smacked Sandro's glutes with my
open hand.
"AYY!" he responded.  "I didn't hit you that hard when you left the
pool!"
I replied "Oh, so that was you huh?"
Sandro looked back at me with a solid, proud grin on his face.  Standing
on the floor, he bent down a little and patted his back inviting me to
piggyback him to the shower.  Of course I jumped right on.  At first I
was a little too much for him and he almost fell, but then his mighty
legs rebounded and he regained his balance, with me now in tow.
Being the short muscle daddy he was, Sandro didn't have me raised too far
from the ground.  I enjoyed the ride anyhow being carried by that little
stud.  His manly scent as well as the feel of my sticky body against his
back were priceless.  While walking down the corridor I had to adjust my
dick so it'd point upwards as it was wedged against the middle of
his back.
"Nate, don't tell me you are hot again." Sandro said.
"Ok then I won't.  Where are we going?"  I asked.
"To the big shower room."  he replied.
As we approached, I could already hear water running.  Walking us into
the grand bathroom, Santos and Alfonso were already inside a large shower
stall with three big shower heads.  The stall alone looked like it could
fit a dozen people at once.
Alfonso noticed me on Sandro's back and said "Hey, bring the
crazy American boy in here!"
I hopped down so we could go into the shower stall and join the other two
men.
Closing the door to the stall, Sandro returned a smack on my ass and
quickly jumped away from me.
Santos was smiling at me as he rubbed a soap bar all over his hairy
body.  He said "I wish I could join you all tonight at Sandro's house
though I need to work."
Sandro noticed his name mentioned and asked in Portuguese what was said.
I did my best translation to Santos' delight.
Santos looked back at me and said "Wow Nathen.  You already speak very
well.  Where do you learn your Portuguese?"
I answered "I learned in school, a little from my family, and from some
people where I live in the States."
"That's good."  Santos replied in English and then continued in Potuguese
with "You will make many friends here because you have a friendly
personality."
"And a nice ass!" Alfonso chimed in as he walked over to me.
The three Brazilians all laughed.  I chuckled too.
I answered various questions as the four of us chatted for a few
minutes.  I also heard about JC's gym and the international friends (like
Dave) who visit Brazil often.  Some of these friends were even described
in physical detail.  My dick hardened up a little and for some strange
reason I was a little embarassed at how non-stop horny I had become ever
since I stepped onto the plane to leave the States.
Then I noticed Alfonso step even closer to me.
He asked "Nathen, can I help you?" as he shrugged his eyebrows.  He
quickly rubbed a soap bar between his massive hands until the bubbly
lather overflowed onto the floor.
"Oh yeah, sure." I responded.  I remained with my back to him and waited.
His hands gently greeted my shoulders.  Then, Alfonso massaged the lather
around my shoulders.  I felt him step up to put his body right against
the back of mine.  His arms reached underneath mine and started to caress
my chest.
With a soft tone he said "Nathen, I like the hair here.  It's soft."  One
of his hands held the soap bar against my abs and he moved the other
along and in between my pecs.
I felt his cock brushing against my butt.  It was hardening and erecting.
Mine copied that motion right in front of me.
I put my hands against the wall of the shower stall.
Alfonso's strong arms held my body as he said "Open your legs a little
Nathen."
I spread my legs a little and felt his hard rod wedge inside my glute
muscles.
I was bent forward and then Sandro came over to take part in what was
unfolding.  Sandro knelt down and took my cock in his mouth.  His
lips tightened down a little and he drew his head back.  I assumed some
of my precum went into his mouth by the way I felt his tongue and throat
move.  Sandro and I both made small sounds of delicious approval.
Standing plastered behind me, I thought Alfonso was going to pry my
asshole.  Instead he held onto me as he humped his raging hard on between
my ass cheeks.  First the tip would brush by and then the rest of his
shaft would pass along my sensitive hole.  Furthering my delight, his
fingertips slid all around my chest and occasionally brushed past my
nipples.
Sandro was now gently squeezing and jerking my cock.  With every other
stroke he'd also run his tongue against the underside of my dickhead.  I
remember my eyes closed as I sketched another memory into my mind
thinking to myself ''Gee these Latinos sure know how to get someone
off.''
The gentle moves of Alfonso's fingers along my torso and his warm rod and
ball sack running back and forth in the crack between my glutes created
just the right friction along my rosebud  It got me just about ready to
explode another load.
I thought to myself how I should have gotten to know a lot more
Brazilians back at home before coming down to Brazil.
Taking in all of what was happening to me and around me, once again my
body started me into the pleasurable involuntary moans and heavy
breathing.  I was looking down into Sandro's eyes.  He had this look of
determination.  With one hand, Sandro was gently tugging down on my ball
sack.  Now deepthroating my ready-to-fire cock, he never stopped his
momentum.
"Yeah, come on Nathen"  Alfonso said from behind me.  "Give it to him.
Give him a nice hot shot!  I know you can!  Yes!"
I whimpered a little in disbelief that I was about to have
another lip-biting climax.
Between his own deep inhaling, Alfonso kept talking into my ear about how
he himself was about to shoot.  Santos cheered on.  However, my
increasing moans and the hot blood running rapidly through my veins
drowned out most of the background noises.
As I heard Alfonso moan, his hands and arms squeezed me in random
amounts.  I felt his dick slide harder and with more precise strokes
against my slippery-wet rosebud.  With each thrust, there were beads of
his love juice that I felt jet out onto my back.
That did it for me too.
"Ohh God.  Ohhhhh.  Uhhhhhhhhhh!" and so on came from me.  My arms lost
their plastered position on the wall and were now reaching down to force
Sandro's head onto my rock solid jizz rifle.  I was so addicted to these
hightened orgasms and I wanted Sandro to have to throat my exploding
cock.
As my body went into some fantastic orgasmic convultions, thankfully
Alfonso held me up in place.  There were five or six times I was so
overtaken with my climax that my knees tried to buckle on me.  Alfonso
used his strong arms he had hooked underneath and through mine and
he tightened his grip across my chest to keep me upright.  Sandro chugged
down the jizz bullets I shot down his throat and Alfonso's hold onto me
like a vice added to my pleasure.
My heart was pounding some wonderful sensations throughout every inch of
my body.
Then, after a few moments as my orgasm calmed down, I wanted to savor the
idea that the Brazilians were taking such good care of me.  I acted as if
I was still overwhelmed with spasms and I jerked my own body.  That kept
Alfonso's tight grasp going and got louder cheers from both Santos and
Alfonso who figured they again had really gone over the top to satisfy
the horny American college boy.
I let out one more deep exhale and opened my eyes nice and wide.
After adjusting my vision and finally being able to focus on the wall
tiles in front of me, I looked down to see Sandro take his mouth away
from my cock.  One of his hands was still slowly rubbing his own cock  At
some point he had dispensed his own load.  As he used one of his arms to
sit himself down on the wet shower floor, he used his other forearm to
wipe along his cum-painted lips.
He looked up at me and said "Holy shit Nathen!  I haven't had to drink
that much juice from one person since I left the prison.  Where do you
get all this after we just fucked you in the bedroom?"
Santos and Alfonso laughed and verbally agreed.  Being completely weak
and glad to still be held in Alfonso's hunky arms, I was reduced to only
letting out a chuckle.
"Brother, you missed a spot."  Santos said pointing to Sandro's chin.
There was more of me that had dribbled down his chin.
"Shit."  Sandro said as he wiped another time.
Again, I just chuckled.  Alfonso and Santos laughed too.
"Ok gentlemen."  Santos said in English.  "Let's go."
Alfonso hesitantly let me out of his grip saying "can you handle yourself
on your own, little buddy?"
"I think so."  I replied.  However, I pretended to almost lose my
balance.  Alfonso immediately moved back to catch me.
"Yeah, just kidding Alfonso."  I said.  He laughed and reached out his
hand for me to shake.  I noticed his biceps and forearms were all jacked
up with veins which was most likely from his workout to climax and then
having to support my thrashing body.
Still sitting down on the floor, Sandro said "hey" as he reached his hand
up toward Alfonso.  Alfonso met his hand and helped him stand up with a
pat on his back.
Santos said "Sandi, why don't you take Alfonso back to your place
tonight.  You shouldn't be by yourselves."
Sandro replied "Marcelo's coming over too."
"Oh yeah?  Now I'm even more jealous!" Santos said.
"Yep.  Maybe he'll bring a buddy or two to meet our new American
friend."  Sandro added.  He and I made eye contact and he winked at me
with another one of his devilish grins.
The three of them kept talking as they each finished washing up.  I
didn't want to get too far behind on my own showering since we had to get
back to Sandro's house soon.  I was looking forward to seeing Marcelo
again.  He looked great at the market earlier.  The poor guy was probably
so horned up he couldn't wait to meet up with us!  And by the way things
were going, he'd most likely bring a buddy to 'meet me' as Sandro said.
Snapping myself out of daydreaming what was to come about tonight at
Sandro's house, I finally decided I should just skip the soap down and
only rinse myself off.  While running my hands along my legs however I
found a few bits of cum along my lower leg and ankle.  "Aw man." I said
to myself.  I knew it wasn't going to be easy to get Sandro's jizz washed
off now that it was plastered into the hair and skin on my wet leg.
But it was worth it for what they did to me and for me.  And I knew it
wouldn't be the last time I'd be rinsing Brazilian jizz off of my body
today.



Once again thanks for your feedback on my hot memories.  I get so worked
up while transferring them into stories that it takes longer to finish
each chapter.
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