Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 17:26:24 +0000
From: N Foster <smeady486@hotmail.com>
Subject: My year in Brazil part 13

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My year in Brazil part 13 (part 12 from July 26, 2012 COLLEGE)

That shower was quite a clean up session. Only two of us could fit in the
shower at a time. Well, some combinations of two weren't possible just by
the size of a few members. Most of us were asking Ernesto what he
thought. He shyly mentioned how he hadn't expected half of what
happened. As Rosario and I stepped out of the shower, Ernesto climbed
in. Alfonso went right in too and grabbed the soap bar taking the honor of
rubbing Ernesto down while Ernesto talked. Ernesto seemed confused not
having had another person wash him down before. His dick sure liked that
though. He laughed as he looked down to see it erect itself again. Then he
looked up at Sandro.

"I didn't.....I didn't even know I could cum that much!" the young 19 year
old said. "One time my girlfriend sucked me but it didn't feel anything
like that!"

Sandro smiled and said "I've learned a thing or two."

That got a few laughs. Ernesto closed his eyes and Alfonso stepped closer
behind him. With his hands reaching around Ernesto, he lathered up Ernesto
from behind. I wondered what Ernesto was thinking about. His hardon was
still pointing straight up.

The mood wasn't favorable for another fucking.  Most everyone retired to
the living room to watch a soccer game or to find somewhere to sleep. To be
honest, my poor balls and dick were getting a little sore from it
all. After putting my clothes back on, I fell asleep on my guest bed and
woke up when the sun came out. It was a new day. I decided to take some
time off of sex and spend a few hours getting to know the city.

I wrote a note, put it on the table, and quietly left the house on my own
to start my adventure.

After taking a bus into the city and finding a big popular hotel, I went
into the lobby. At the front desk, a tall guy with broad shoulders smiled
as I approached him. He took a deep breath knowing we were about to
talk. It was delightful to see his beefy pecs push out the chest area of
his dress shirt. He cocked his head slightly to the side and greeted me in
both Portuguese and English. I found enough courage to try a little of his
language. I asked for a map of the city and if he could show me where some
interesting tourist sites are. Since there weren't any other guests near
the counter, he stepped over to the side to show me the map. He stood next
to me instead of trying to hold the map upside down as we chatted. I
watched his fingers point to places on the map and I enjoyed hearing his
deep, sexy voice. His big frame near me and his cologne added to the
skipping heartbeat of mine that was starting up once again.

I spoke a little asking about good areas for nightlife. He corrected one of
the words I pronounced wrong and then switched to English. "Your Portuguese
is very good. I don't have much time to talk with you if you are not a
guest here. Please pardon me for being.....um.....how do you
say.....tight?"

"Tight?" I asked. "Abrupt?"

"Ha ha ha. I'm sorry. I'm still learning some bigger words in my English
class.  Ok, what type of nightlife are you looking for?" he asked me.

Thinking of our mistakes with each others language, instead of replying, I
just busted out with my famous and contagious laugh. I was sure he also
noticed the ridiculousness of it all. He patted my back twice as he laughed
too. After about twenty seconds of not speaking, I realized he was grinning
and looking right at me waiting for me to continue.

"Well, how about some cool clubs where they dance and maybe to meet
people." I responded.

With his deep voice, he started to ask "Oh. Well.....Hmm......Do you mean
that you dance or that other people......"

I realized his confusion probably not sure if I was looking for some action
or just some music to dance the night away. Anyhow, he continued to talk
while his finger pointed. When his arm bent, I quickly saw a nice bicep
filling out under the shirt sleeve. "Ok, here is the area where there are
nightclubs for dancing. Many Americans and tourists go here. Over in this
area is the gentlemen's clubs part. Over here there are some gay
clubs. Please excuse me. Now I answered you with many options, right?"

"Oh no. That's Ok dude. I should have made my question more specific." I
said with a smile.

"That's no problem" he replied.

"Where do you think is the best area to hang out?" I asked.

"Well...." he started. He hesitated a moment and casually glanced over his
shoulder to see who was around. And then he leaned in closer to speak
softly saying "I like to be here." He pointed to where he had mentioned the
gay clubs were located.

"Hm." I muttered.

With that, he patted my back twice more and began to step back around the
counter to where he was supposed to be. I tried to see if his pants were
poking out up front. Mine had been since the giggle session. I looked up at
him where he was awaiting my eyes. He winked and said "It's fun there for
everyone if you like girls or guys. Thursday until Sunday, you can have
lots of fun there."

"All right, cool. Hey, thanks for your time." I said.

"No problem, dude." he replied. He winked again and we both smiled.

I walked over to the door and took one last look back at the hunk with the
deep sexy voice and most likely great body. He was still watching me and
smiling. He even nodded his head once.

As I went around the street corner, I felt my cock ready to burst with some
precum. I went back into the hotel using a side door and found the
restaurant's restrooms. I went straight into one of the stalls and undid my
pants. Remembering what his cologne smelled like and his sexy voice talking
to me, I yanked my pants down hoping I could pinch off my hose and
carefully let out most of the slick juice before I'd soak my boxer
briefs. Luckily, I was able to pull out my hardening friend and aim him to
the toilet bowl as about five big drops found the hole and gooed out. I
remember chuckling and wondering how it could be possible to be so horny.

Leaving the hotel, I walked along a large park with a market. You could buy
just about anything there among the many tents. People were shouting
prices, special deals and discounts, and more. I saw some cool shirts and
walked over to the stand. Nobody seemed to be there although as soon as I
touched the fabric and held out a shirt to see how it might fit me, I heard
a greeting as a kid walked over to me. Wearing a red tank top so his built
up body would stand out, I suddenly realized I was checking out the kid
more than the shirt. If I had started earlier than 16, I could've looked
like this young guy and then better now at 19.

"Mister? Can I help?" he said in English with a strong accent. He didn't
seem to notice that I was in a trance for those few moments.  "I have many
colors. Which do you most like?" he asked.

The ones with the folded down collars were neat although I only saw two or
three of them. I asked for some colors I didn't see just to find out what
would happen next.

"One moment please" he said.

This very dark skinned kid was probably just out of high school which is
why he was working there. Daydreaming again, I figured he started to hit
the weights just a few years ago. He still had a little bit of acne on his
face and had this faint odor like he either didn't shower that morning or
he was physically working hard. I watched his young bulky body bend over to
a box underneath the stand. He planted his legs in a sort of sumo wrestler
stance and lifted the big box up onto a table. Watching his legs and arms
strain was nice.  I even acted amazed with an "Ohh" and a chuckle.

He seemed to be enjoying the physical labor and my stare. He said something
like "This work is like a free gym membership."

We both laughed. When he didn't see any other shirts of that style, he put
the box back. He said "One moment". Then, in the blink of an eye, the kid
leaped over to another stand across the way. He had on some short shorts
which showed off a hot bubble butt. I even checked out his calves straining
as he jumped. He patted another young kid on the back and then they both
walked over to me. The other dark skinned kid spoke to me in almost perfect
English.

"Tomorrow or the next day we'll have more of those. I'm sorry for now." he
said as he held out his arms in an apologetic way. That kid also had some
decent guns for however old he was. He was trying to grow a little mustache
and goatee.

"Ok, thanks." I said in Portuguese.

I started to walk away and looked back to see the two of them pretending to
box each other. The first one who helped me raised his leg up in a
roundhouse kick although the other kid ducked in time before contact could
be made. Then, the first one who helped me grabbed the other in a friendly
choke hold. Obviously he was boasting his brawn as he purposely flexed his
bicep under the other's chin.

Continuing on along the park, I looked all around. I noticed most of the
men there were somewhat built or at least appeared to be tough and
strong. Many of them also wore tank tops or tightly fitting shirts that
boasted their size and dedication to exercise. Being a park, there were
people jogging and occasionally a station with equipment where chin ups and
sit ups could be done. A few of them were even being used. One very dark
black guy was laying on a towel doing ab crunches. His whole body was
stacked! Doing his crunches, his arms were behind his head flexing his
biceps as he flexed his already jacked abs. I remember thinking that if you
ran your knuckles over them, no doubt they'd make a purring noise! He had a
nice patch of small curly hairs between his massive protruding pecs and his
striped running shorts showed a gifted sized package inside! He was
sweating up a storm and seemed to love it.

I sat down on a bench to sneak a peak at him. He wasn't paying attention
and was very into his workout. I also sighed promising myself that I'd hit
the gym while in Brazil and I'd hit it hard! After all, JC said he'd help
me buff up more. In any case, I was only about two weeks from my last power
workout in the gym back home. Now that I was getting settled into my study
abroad program, it was time to workout again.

After I stopped daydreaming, I noticed the guy was long gone and jogging
away. I got up from the bench and decided to walk around a little more. I
came across the university where my classes would be held. I walked inside
to look around. I saw a white guy around my age with another guy who looked
Latino. The Latino guy was pointing to different parts of the campus. As I
got closer, I noticed they were speaking in Portuguese although the white
guy sounded exactly like me. There was no doubt the white guy was an
American.

"Hey, what's up guys?" I asked in English.

"Oh hey dude! Are you starting classes here too?" the white kid asked.

"Yep." I replied. Then, I spoke in Portuguese saying "My name's Nate.
What's your name?"

"I'm Tony and this is my brother Thiago." he said. Not bad with the
Portuguese.

I shook hands with both. Thiago seemed impressed with my willingness to try
Portuguese and nodded his head a few times. He asked "Which family are you
living with?"

"With Beto, Perla, and....." I started to say although he finished my
sentence and switched to English.

"and Juan Carlos. Yes. I know JC. I used to go to Rico's gym but not now."
Thiago said. He had his hand up lightly scratching his head as if he were a
little uncomfortable talking about the gym. You could tell he definitely
kept up with the bodybuilding though. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his
bicep bulge up quite big underneath the Tshirt he wore. There was even a
little wet pit mark.

I figured he must have seen too many things at the gym that didn't interest
him. At least that's what his body language and expression were showing.

"Thiago's showing me around campus. We just got here. Why don't you join
us?" Tony asked me.

"Yeah, sure." I replied.

We walked around for about a half hour. It was good to know where we'd have
to go on the first day of classes. Although he told me where he was from,
there was no need to ask. Tony had bleached blond hair, a thick New Jersey
accent, and wore a bead necklace around his neck. He had jeans on but I
could see from the bumps and bulges in his shirt that he must do a little
working out too. I figured he always wanted to look good on the eastern
shores and when seen at the boardwalk. As we walked more, Thiago was called
out by some other Brazilian students. They all waved to each other. He said
that lots of students would be here and they'd most likely be checking us
out-meaning the group of foreigners. We shouldn't take offense. It happens
every semester. He also said that the university students are cool and like
to meet us. Most of them like to practice their English and we should
consider visiting English language hour on Tuesday nights.

The sun was going down and I didn't want to be out in the dark. I wasn't
too familiar with the city yet. With the loads of action I was getting,
it's not like I had spent much of my free time out and about yet.

"I'm going to head on home now. It was great to meet...." I started to say
when Thiago interrupted.

"I know where your house is. I can take you there if you want." he said.

"No thanks. I'm not staying there tonight." I said.

"Where are you staying? Maybe I can take you there." Thiago said.

"Truthfully, I don't know. I MEAN I know who I'm staying with but not where
to tell you how to get there. I was just going to take the 39 bus again." I
said.

"Hmm. Does JC know where you are staying? I think I might still have his
number in my phone." Thiago mentioned.

"Oh, yeah. He does. That would be cool if I could call him." I said.

"No. Not to worry. Let's walk to my car and I'll call him. He can just give
me directions anyway." Thiago said.

"All right. Cool. Yeah, that makes more sense. Thanks!" I said.

Thiago winked at me. I thought that was odd but maybe how they do things
down in Brazil. Tony and I walked ahead while I heard Thiago get a hold of
JC and talk. Thiago's voice didn't sound like it had been a long time since
they both had spoken. I was wondering why he mentioned that he didn't
workout at Rico's anymore. Suddenly I realized Tony lightly jabbed a punch
at my shoulder since he had asked me a question.

"Oh. What? Sorry about that." I said.

Tony laughed. "So how long ya gonna be here, dude?" he asked again.

"A year." I replied.

Tony said "Holy shit, dude!! A year? I'm only here for two months! It's bad
enough I'm away from all the Jersey pussy back home. Ya know what I'm
sayin'? You're gonna have to hook up with tons here if you wanna keep your
pecker alive. Just don't go leaving any fertilized eggs down here. Ya know
what I'm sayin'?"

I said "Right. Well, I don't think that will happen." I slowly shook my
head as I crowned my eyebrows so he could figure it out.

Tony said "Oh. Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to infer that...."

I just closed my eyes and chuckled through my nose.

"Well, here. I'll just tell ya that I'm partial to the ladies but I have
played around with frat brothers and a buddy or two." Tony said. He turned
his body away from me and casually brushed his hand across the front of his
jeans.

That woke up my little friend down below.

"Let's hang out some time." Tony suggested.

"Yeah. That would be cool." I replied. I'm sure he and I both knew what was
just established by our conversation.

Just then, Thiago called my name. He hadn't continued walking behind us so
he started to jog toward me. I could see his pecs bounce up and down with
each step and it was waking up my little friend even more.

"JC wants to talk" Thiago said as he passed me the phone.

"Hey" I said into the phone.

"Hey man! You went shopping or something?" JC asked.

"Right. Fuck you too, JC." I responded. He and I both started laughing.

"Yeah. Well, I told you that fucking me is not going to take place unless I
give you a leaving present." he said. "Hey Nate. I'm coming home
tomorrow. My grandmother is Ok. She just fall on stairs but she is good."

"Oh. That's great!" I said.

"So I see you soon little brother. Enjoy the car ride with Thiago. I tell
you about him when I am back at home." JC said.

We both said bye and I passed the phone back to Thiago. The three of us got
into his car and started to drive off.

"Holy fuck it's hot." Tony said.

"My AC still isn't very good but you can take your shirt off again." Thiago
told him.

Take your shirt off again?

With that, Tony wiggled around within the car pulling off his shirt. The
smell of Tony's sweat, his deodorant, and his cologne all mixed together
and took over. He even reached over his shoulder and tossed the shirt onto
the back seat next to me. It was great. I was sitting behind Thiago so I
could easily see Tony's ring on his left nipple. I was surprised to see he
had some decent abs too! Some things you can't see when clothes are
on. Thiago's head turned for a brief second. Did he really just check out
Tony's chest and nipple ring?

Thiago pointed out a few things we passed. Probably the same stuff JC and I
passed while I zonked out after he picked me up from the airport. Finally,
we got to Sandro's house. Lomo sure knew we were there and started barking
from the backyard. As the car pulled along the curb, the front door to the
house opened. Sandro stepped out. It was no shock that he only had on a
pair of swimming trunks. They even looked odd on him. The color looked all
too familiar.  They were MINE from the jacuzzi night! Thinking back, I was
wondering 'how the hell did Sandro get...' when Tony interrupted my
thought.

"FUCK! Holy shit!" Tony said.

Sandro began to step over to Thiago's window. Once he saw me in the back
seat, a line poked out along the leg of Sandro's shorts-MY shorts. Thiago
casually closed his legs and pulled down on his shirt a little. He put his
hand out the window and he and Sandro greeted one another. They shook hands
and apparently didn't know each other until then. I was still in the back
seat and waited to get out. I looked at Tony who was turned facing
Thiago. Tony had a ring in his right nipple too! His eyes were in awe over
Sandro's jacked hairy chest. Tony's mouth was half open and his head and
neck a little forward like a chicken stuck in a half cluck. Total awe. He
looked back at me again, pointed toward Sandro with his thumb, and
whispered "Holy fucking shit. That's a monster, dude."

Thiago looked back at Tony for only a quick second thinking he may have
been talking to him. When Thiago went back to talking to Sandro, I looked
over at Tony and smiled.

In one quick jolt, Tony cocked his head and opened his mouth all the
way. This time he said to me much quieter "No fucking way, dude. Already?"

In a split second, I couldn't count how many times Sandro and I had already
fucked but I just smiled back at Tony and I decided to hold up three
fingers. Then, Tony reached down and pinched his jeans as he wiggled around
on the seat. The poor guy was rocking up and most likely had millions of
thoughts zipping through his mind.

The car door opened and I saw Sandro's mighty arm was doing the honor for
me.

As I stepped out of the car, an intimidating black body appeared at the
front door. It was Luis. I heard Tony react to seeing Luis but couldn't
make out what he had said.

Thiago's car shifted gear and they drove away. I knew if I looked back at
the car, Tony would be staring at us. I looked. I was right.

Sandro and I met the humongous Luis at the door. At that point, my shorts
on Sandro were definitely showing that he was ready for another fuck
session. Luis had a huge smile and put his gigantic veiny arm around me as
I walked in. Sandro closed the door and we went into the living room where
Alberto was watching TV. Not surprisingly he didn't have any clothes
on. His flopped over dick with its hoodie started to grow and shift
position.

"Oi Nate!" Alberto said. He put out a hand for me to go over and
shake. When I almost reached him, he spread his legs out and pointed toward
my tenting up shorts. Instead of shaking hands, Alberto patted the couch
wanting me to sit between his bulky hairy legs. The four of us chuckled. I
turned around to see Sandro bending up one leg and taking off his (MY)
shorts. He had a hand on Luis' shoulder for support while he stripped. Luis
himself already had his shorts off and his black meat poked straight
out. He had a hand around it and it was hardening up. Sandro's reached down
to give his own cock a few long strokes. He was rocking up too.

"Nate, where did you go?" Alberto asked. His cock was erecting itself like
a slow moving construction crane. I looked down at it and laughed. He
glanced down too and laughed a little. "You like?" he asked in English. He
surrounded his rod with one hand and pulled down the foreskin as it rocked
up.

"Yes." I responded with a smile.

"Ok, good." he replied. He stretched his arms forward and guided me to
stand still so he could undo my shorts.

"Just to the city. I was at the university too and met one of my
classmates. I think I can get him to join us someday. Where are the
others?" I asked.

Alberto didn't answer since he had undone my shorts button and was putting
his fingertips along my waist to pull them down. Sandro broke in and said
"While you were out, Alberto and Luis came home. We all had another good
time. Ernesto got all worked up and Luis put his finger in him." Sandro
made hand motions during his speech in case I didn't understand his
Portuguese. Continuing with his hands, Sandro showed and said "Luis put a
finger in for only about ten seconds and Ernesto was screaming with a
powerful orgasm. We had the little guy shaking in delight." Luis laughed
and made a motion of a finger shooting out of his huge black rod. He made a
sound effect too like 'Piuuuu!' and pointed far away. Sandro continued
"Anyway, Ernesto was so embarrassed that he left. We tried to tell him it
was Ok and he should enjoy himself here but we couldn't get him to stay. He
ran out and Alfonso, Marcelo, and Rosario went after him to make sure he
got home Ok."

Luis said something dirty by the way it sounded. I couldn't understand it
but I could only imagine what it meant. He even stuck out his chin and
licked around his lips.

"Shit." I mumbled. That good of a jizz with only a finger. But then again,
it was Luis' finger. I already knew how good Luis could do things that
ended up with someone's eyes rolling around behind closed eyelids.

I felt my shorts pull down and a few globs dribbled down my leg.

"Nate! How does this thing do that?" Alberto asked in shock. He put his
hand around my dick and squeezed more of my lube onto the palm of his
hand. Then he ran his tongue along it and savored it. I stepped in closer
and he took the tip of my hardon in his mouth. My heart thudded a few times
with excitement.

"Get down there, Luis." Sandro said. "I want to ride that chocolate stick
of yours!"

Luis sat down next to Alberto and put his hands out for Sandro to join
him. Sandro opened the coffee table drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. He
gripped the bottle and his hand only had a dime sized amount of liquid on
it. Luis's eyebrows shot up in wonder.  Sandro rubbed his hands together
and then wrapped them around Luis' manmeat. Luis had a wide grin on his
face. Sandro stepped one leg up on the couch and began his mount on Luis'
slicked up cock. Sandro put his semi-greasy hands on Luis' broad shoulders
and guided his asshole to be pricked, and then fully consumed by the
chocolate rod. They both moaned as Sandro lowered himself and held his body
there for a few seconds. The look of their leg muscles joining together to
start working was hot. Sandro leaned in and licked Luis' forehead. Our big
black hunk was already a little moist with sweat.

Alberto sat on the edge of the couch cushion and pulled his mouth off my
dick for a moment. He put his finger in his mouth like a lollipop and then
used it to find my hole. He gently started to push inside. He laughed when
he was right-that my dick would dispense out a small mound of precum. He
was grinning like a kid as he aimed and watched my hose drip onto his other
hand. Then he reached down and started to jerk his rock solid, hairy rod
with his newly lubed up hand. That totally turned me on and my heart
fluttered a little.

"Oh yeah." I said.

Alberto looked up at me and smiled. He jerked his eyebrows up and down once
in agreement. Then, Alberto turned me around so I'd mount him and do a
reverse cowboy.

"Yeahh." Sandro said while he nodded in agreement to his son. He was
starting to pick up the pace while he reached down and took each of Luis'
hands to put them over behind Luis' head. Sandro grabbed onto Luis'
gigantic biceps and rode up and down. Luis was watching Alberto and me.

"Let me do it all, Ok?" Sandro said to Luis. Luis' eyelids closed a little
as he allowed Sandro to take control.

I put a leg up behind me on the couch and then climbed up to get on
Alberto's red hard cock. I slowly positioned myself and then relaxed my
sphincter as I made him slide into me. My eyes involuntarily closed
somewhat and I sighed.

"Eeeeeeesooo" Sandro said though I wasn't sure if it was to me, to Luis, or
to all of us. The older hairy stud's dick was hard and leaking a little
clear juice.  It was going back and forth like a pendulum as Luis bumped
him from underneath. It seemed like Luis wanted things to go a little
quicker.

"No. Nooo" Sandro said. "Just let me do it and relax. It will feel
great. Trust me, Luis."

Luis had more beads of sweat on his face and let his body relax into the
couch. With each grind Sandro did, Luis quickly inhaled and then sighed as
he exhaled.

Alberto put his hands on my thighs and with his might, pulled them
inward. He slouched down a little and then I couldn't do anything but lay
plastered with my back along his chest. He wanted to take over control of
how we'd be fucking. That was no problem for me.

"Go, son. Give it to him good!" Sandro encouraged.

With that, Alberto revved up like a machine. He was holding my legs as he
would pry his hard rod in and out of my hole. He was using a lot of his
strength because his body was shaking a little. It was hot and it felt
great to get my prostate a pounding. I noticed my belly button had
collected a little pool of precum. I ran my fingers along it and took hold
of my own dick.

The four of us kept up for another two minutes. At different tones and
intervals, we'd moan with sheer pleasure. Lomo barked once after I was
slightly loud with one of my groans. It was funny.

Sandro leaned in and licked Luis' armpit. I looked down at his leg
muscles. Luis tried hard not to get involved but every once in a while,
he's buck a few times.  Sandro reminded Luis each time to relax.

After another few minutes, Sandro said. "Oyy.  I'm ready, guys."

"Yeah, dad!" Alberto said. His voice was trembling with excitement.

"Make it good for me." Luis said. He still had his hands up behind his head
and let Sandro keep doing all the work.

Sandro said "Jerk me, Luis!"  Luis reached down as Sandro clamped his own
palms onto the back of the couch. Sandro was riding himself hard on Luis'
cock as Luis had both hands wrapped around the hairy daddy's dick. "Oyyy.
eeeeeeeEEssooo!" Sandro said over and over. He still rode up and down as
his legs shook.

"Go, dad!" Alberto was saying.

I had a front seat to see Sandro. While he kept grinding down on Luis,
Sandro's gripped hard on the back of the couch and his arms tensed up. His
neck veins popped out and he looked right down into Luis' eyes as he
climaxed. Luis jerked and jerked as Sandro's cock first shot a single
string of jizz. It landed right along Luis' chin and pecs. Luis was making
happy noises most likely since Sandro's hole was hugging and releasing the
chocolate rod. More little shots came out of the hairy daddy and either
went on Luis' forearm or just dribbled down between Luis' hands and
Sandro's pulsing rod. Sandro just kept slowly lifting himself up and then
grinding back down.

"Yyyeah, dad!" Alberto immediately started to go. He was bucking into me
with deep thrusts as his hands gripped my legs tighter.

"Oyyy. Oyyyyyy Naaaate!" he said. Knowing that Alberto began to cum inside
me, it made me ready to go too.

"Uhhhh. Alberto. YEAH!" I said. "FUCK!"

We were busting nuts at the same time. I stroked my own cock that was
already soaked in my teenaged juice. I tried something different using both
of my hands like Luis had on Sandro. It was incredible! I watched the
mighty spurts shoot out over my shoulder. Even though I was loud with my
own orgasm, Alberto made heightened sounds of joy that he was still cumming
at the same time that my hole throbbed with maximum force. The couch shook
with Alberto's nonstop pounding and our bodies shaking in bliss. Alberto's
legs sure had lots of strength. I never tired of the thought of all that
muscle around me.

And then Luis was ready too.

"Let me do it. Let me do it! Relax and CUM!" Sandro said.

Sandro put his hands right on Luis' chest and rode him-not fast-but with
measured rhythm so he could control what he would make Luis do. Sandro's
dick was still partly hard enough that the mushroom head was only half
visible. It was flopping around stamping itself on Luis' abs and the cum
drops that were on it.  "Ayyyyyeeee................AAAYYYYYYYYEEEEE." Luis
repeated getting louder and louder. His incredibly loud shouts eventually
drowned out the whole house including the barking Lomo (and maybe even the
entire neighborhood). The incredibly muscular Luis' nose flared outward as
he breathed deeply through his wide opened mouth. Veins were jutting out of
all different parts of our dark stud. You can imagine how fast blood was
traveling through him. Twice I saw his head jerk and then he held it tight
against the couch.

Sandro kept repeating "eeeeeesooo, eeeeeesoooooooo" as he rode the jizz
right out of our dark police stud. Sandro was loving every minute of it
knowing he was being pumped a full load up his ass. And Luis was finally
being shown what it's like when someone gets you completely off. Now he
knew what he did to people like me and Dave. It was hot watching him. I
wished we could have gotten that on Carlo's video camera.

I eventually climbed off of Alberto. I turned to see some of my cum
dripping downward on the wall behind his head. His dick had shrunk but was
still pointed upward. There was a small white glob of cum inside the
shriveling foreskin. In the light, his semi-furry chest was shining with
sweat. He looked like he couldn't move so I sat in front of him and leaned
back onto him. I had my head back looking again at Sandro's face. It was
showing pride that he did what he did to Luis. Alberto put his arms around
my chest, kissed my ear, and then put his own head back as he still tried
to fully catch his breath. He held his palm out toward his dad who smacked
him five.  Sandro stayed seated on Luis and leaned in to kiss him. Luis
just put his tongue out. He was still panting out of control. Sandro licked
all around Luis' mouth and face. Then, he tweaked Luis' nipples a few times
which caused Luis' body to spasm with sensitivity. It was hot to feel the
couch shake with Luis quivering like that.

"eeeeeeeeeeesooo." Sandro whispered.

Luis reached his arms out, put them behind Sandro's head, and brought him
to kiss more.

"How did you do that to me? Out of all the times we've played around, it's
never been that intense." Luis said.

"It's just a simple technique I learned. I've been saving it for the best
occasion." Sandro replied as he stood up off the couch. The insides of his
hairy legs were dripping with Luis' jizz. Luis extended his hand to Sandro
and was helped stand up off the couch. Sandro put his arms around Luis and
hugged him. Luis squeezed tighter, lifted Sandro up for a moment, and then
put him back on his feet.  Then, Luis held a huge arm out to me.

"Nate?"

I grabbed onto his rough skinned hand and let him pull me up with his
intimidating might. It took nearly no effort on his part. Sandro pulled his
son off the couch and patted him on the ass.

"Good work, son." Sandro said.

"Wow. That was great." Alberto said back. He put his arm over his dad's
shoulder. Sandro kissed Alberto on the head.

Luis and I put an arm around each other's waists. Two by two we walked
exhaustively to the shower.



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