Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 22:44:45 -0300
From: fernandobuddy2002@globo.com
Subject: Mr. Nelson

My 13th birthday was approaching! I was looking forward to it because I
knew I was going to get a new bike. My old one was a little small for me
and I wanted a faster one to take me wherever I felt like going. Life at
home was wonderful, my father and I were developing a strong relationship
and it was not sex only. Now that we had developed a pattern in our
behavior we had time to talk, read and go fishing once in a while. With my
uncles I had no problem either. Of course we didn't have sex everyday or
every week anymore, but we had sex in a regular basis. More than once I had
sex at least 3 times in one single day. One of them happened on a
Sunday. Father Joel fucked me after the Mass, so intense and so fulfilling,
that I thought I could die and go to heaven after he released all his
one-week-cum down deep inside of me, filling me up to the brim; then I went
home and right after lunch my father said he was going to take a nap and
invited me to join him. My mother said that since we were going to leave
her all by herself she would visit her sister. As soon as she left, my
father made me suck him real good before stuffing my asshole with his long
and fat cock. He didn't know it, but he must have made use of Father Joel's
remaining cum inside of me as a lubricant for his cock, since I was fucked
a little before lunch and he was fucking me a little after. His rod was so
buried in my chute that I felt his vein pulse at the base of his cock at
every spurt he gave. After he came I remained with him for a while, but
soon he was snoring softly beside me and I didn't want to sleep. I hadn't
cum yet so I went over to my uncles' place finding only uncle Pedro
there. "Hi, kid, you came in good time. I was thinking about you!" We went
to his room and there he fucked me good too, but this time I took my time
and came too with his rod still throbbing, buried deep in my chute. You
see...life was amazing!

And amid all these things I still had time to live my life like everybody
else. I still had to go to school, did my homework, played with my
friends. Only now they were not as interesting as they seemed before. In
many occasions I'd simply take my bike and ride to nowhere in particular
because I had other things in mind. Not far from my neighborhood there was
a place we called "Chácara" (small ranch) where my family kept our
livestock and also pigs, chickens and a kitchen garden. To take care of the
place my father hired a man called Sebastian, but everybody called him only
Seb; I called him uncle Seb because that's the way children in Brazil call
the grownups who aren't family and I knew uncle Seb since I was 9 years
old. To me he was family! But I'm not gonna write about uncle Seb now. I
just mentioned him here to explain that the place where he lived was almost
often the place I'd ride to when I didn't want to play with my friends.

The person I want to talk about now is Mr. Nelson, a man who sold bananas
from house to house in his old car. Mr. Nelson wasn't old, I thing he was
about 30 to 35 years old, but he was big, too. His frame was of one of
those guys that spend the day drinking bear and he wore tight shirts that
didn't fit well and so he used to leave it almost completely unbuttoned,
his beer belly about to burst open the two lower buttons that held the
shirt together. Every week when he appeared on my street yelling through
his loud-speaker 'Bananas! Who wants bananas?' I would go to the front of
the house and wave a hand at him. Whenever someone was interested in buying
bananas he'd stop and sell bananas and other fruits he might have. My
mother was one of the regular buyers and she rarely would go out to get
them because she had me to do that for her. On this specific day I heard
Mr. Nelson yelling his slogan but I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth
and could not go out right away. As soon as I finished I ran out but he was
gone already. It seemed nobody wanted his bananas, I thought! And that gave
me an idea: what if I tried to make him show me his banana? I was sure he
wouldn't be too far away and indeed, as I turned right the next street
there was his old car. He had stopped and two women were talking to him. I
approached the car and pretended to be inspecting his fruits. The two women
left taking bananas and oranges and he looked at me, smiled, because we
knew each other already, and asked me what I would take that day. I said I
didn't really know what I'd take, but that I was looking for something
special, very special. I felt his eyes on me, stopped in front of the
bananas, looked him in the eyes and said: "Do you have only these bananas?
I'd like to try other kinds...you know, just for a change!" I put emphasis
on the words 'bananas' and 'other kinds' so that he would grab my
meaning. He kept looking at me without saying anything for almost one
minute, I think he was weighting the situation, and then he looked right
and left before saying: "Well, I've got another TYPE of bananas (he grabbed
his crotch and squeezed it) but I left it at home. If you're really
interested we can go there and you get it." He took the bait. "Yeah, but
I'm looking for those BIG bananas, not like these small ones here." I
replied. "You bet! This one I'm talking about is much bigger and fatter
than these ones here." He said, one hand rubbing his banana and the other
touching the fruits in front of us. I looked at his crotch and noticed a
bulge starting to form down there. "Hop in, buddy, we won't take long to
get there." In fact it took us only ten minutes to get to his house, which
was small, but there was a lot of boxes full of fruits stored everywhere in
the garage. To get to his room we had to squeeze ourselves between these
many boxes and there was a pungent odor of fruits in the air. It wasn't
unpleasant, but was intoxicating due to the varieties of fruits. I followed
him and he opened one door that led to a corridor and then to his
bedroom. It was a mess! The bed was undone, I saw underwear on the floor (a
big one) and other things scattered around. He closed the door and I
stopped in the middle of the room and turned to him. He rubbed his crotch
again looking at me, maybe wondering if he should go on or not. "Well,
where's that special banana you said you had?" I asked feigning
innocence. "Is this the one you're looking for, little faggot?" That was
the first time I was called a name. Father Joel, my father and my uncles
had never called me names before, but I liked when Mr. Nelson called me
that. He was still grabbing his cock, making it protrude in his pants. "If
you want it, come and get it and you'll see how big and fat it is. And
more... for you it's for free!" I approached him and looked up. He was so
tall and his belly so big. If his cock had the same pattern of the rest of
his body, then I was in trouble. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off
throwing it on a chair nearby. His nipples were covered with hair and I
touched them both at the same time with my fingers. He grabbed my head and
pulled me tightly against him, forcing his nipple into my mouth. I sucked
on one and then he pushed me to the other and I sucked on it too. He took
my t-shirt off and commanded me to take off the rest of my clothes. When I
was completely naked he made me turn around and whistled showing
appreciation. "Hey boy you've got a hot ass, come here, let me touch it."
He came behind me, grabbed my cheeks with both hands, squeezed them and
glued his crotch on my butt, rubbing his cock lightly up and down, showing
me that he was already rock hard. I turned around facing him and squeezed
his cock. "Yeah, bitch, squeeze it good." He was coarse and that strung a
cord in me. He opened his zipper and his prong got loose, pointing
upwards. "Do you like my banana? Does the size suit you? Wait until you
have it trapped between your cheeks, forcing its way in up your asshole." I
encircled my hand around his shaft, paying attention to its smoothness and
warmth. Of course he had taken a shower only the day before because I could
smell sweat and piss, but that only made him much more desirable. "Come on,
boy, are you gonna do something or not?" I knelt before him and he fed me
his Boa. I gave it some constriction and sucked him without restriction! He
jabbed his big banana into my mouth and let it rest there. The tangy
cheese-piss smell was intoxicating and I tried to swallow his cock as much
as I could. I heard him moan and he pressed me with his muscular hands and
jabbed his hard, slippery cock deep into my throat, grinding his pubic hair
against my face. "Fuck, bitch, your mouth is hot like a pussy. Suck my
dick, yeah, suck it all." His cock was leaking precum in profusion and the
taste was delicious. I milked him a little more but I needed to be
fucked. I told him so and he didn't wait for a second invitation. He
ordered me to lie on his bed, facing down and spread my legs. I did as he
instructed and looked back in time to see him get rid of the rest of his
clothes. He kicked them aside and stepped between my legs. "Fucking shit,
I'm gonna eat that ass of yours like mad. You don't know how much in need I
am. To tell you the truth, I'm starving!" "Are you married, Mr. Nelson?" I
asked him. "No way, kid, I've got a girlfriend just to fuck, but I've got
no intention of marring right now. Whenever I need to change the oil she's
always there. But it's been a while since I saw her and I will change the
oil with you right now." He was almost drooling now and the bed sag when he
climbed between my spread legs. He had a real big belly and it was the
first thing that touched me, trapping me down beneath him, and his cock
came a second later, nesting right inside my crack. He hissed when my body
heat involved his cock. "Oh, God, it's so gooood! I've got to fuck you
right now, you little faggot. You've got such a hot, hot, ass." He grounded
my butt, pressing his dick in my crack, not really wanting to enter just
yet, but just enjoying the sensations my body was provoking. "Have you
taken it up your ass before?" He asked. I said yes and he said 'good,
because I like it rough!' and grounded me again. He raised himself and
still knelt between my legs started to bite my butt. He bit all over my
cheeks, not really hurting me, but strong enough to make me squirm under
him, his calloused hands squeezing me. He spread my cheeks apart and
immediately I felt his tongue lick my ring. I moaned and he repeated again
forcing the tip of his tongue inside my hole. He was going crazy too
because he forced his tongue inside my ass, licked it around while giving
little bites and then inserted one big finger all the way in, making me
freeze momentarily, and then buried two fingers and licked again, inserted
his tongue and rubbed his face all over my cheeks leaving it slimy with his
saliva. Without giving any warn he came on top of me, almost suffocating me
with his weight, grabbed and spread my cheeks with both hands, aimed his
cock to my fuck hole and pushed it in, in just one move. "Oh, fuck, bitch,
oh fuck..." That was all he said as he buried his hot, dripping cock inside
my asshole. It hurt a lot because I wasn't stretched enough for him to do
that without getting me ready. I let out a loud cry of pain but he muffled
it with his paw. I tried to relax and pushed out to better accommodate
him. I even helped by using my hands to spread apart my cheeks and that
helped him get all his cock in. After giving me some time to cope with the
situation he began to fuck me real hard. After that he never stopped again
to let me adjust to him, he kept on fucking me in and out, his balls
slapping my ass, while the head of his cock knocked deep at my back
door. He pumped me hard. Mr. Nelson and I began to sweat! Beads of sweat
were pouring down his brow and fell on my back.

I was insane. I was being raped, but I loved it! I turned my head to a man
size mirror on the wall and the sight there drove me wilder. There I saw
this big man crushing a little boy with his heavy body, pistoning his cock
in and out with powerful thrusts, the head of his spit glistening tool
appearing for just of fraction of time before disappearing again in my
ass. I could see and feel his body descending on me. "That's it baby, enjoy
the ride! Take my banana, bitch, take my banana up your ass the way you
wanted, yeah..." And then, "You see that?" Mr. Nelson asked forcing me to
look at our reflections in the mirror, "Watch me fuck your ass! You like
having that big dick up your ass boy?" "Yes, Sir!" I grunted watching in
the mirror as Mr. Nelson pounded his meat up my ass again and again. "This
dick has never been in a boy's ass before!" he growled as his thrusts grew
in intensity. "You want my cum up your ass?" "Yes!" I hissed, "Cum in my
ass!" I felt my cock stiffen even more as I continued to watch the thick
shaft of Mr. Nelson's cock slamming in and out of my ass. "I'm gonna fill
your hot ass full of man's jizz! You want my cum?" Mr. Nelson panted
between thrusts. "Yes!" I moaned as his cock tore into my ass with thrusts
that threatened to tear me apart. He bent a little, gave my ear a little
bite and grunted. "Aw, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He gripped me on the shoulders
and forced his cock once again, slamming it hard, reaching some spot deep
inside me and began to cum. "Urghhh, yeah, urghhh, shit, I'm cumming inside
of you, you faggot. Take my cum, urghhh...."I felt his cock throb and spurt
one, two, three, four times while his body convulsed on top of mine and
filled me with his jism. He was heaving and panting, I reached with my hand
and grabbed my dick, three strokes and I was cumming too, my asshole
squeezing his banana still throbbing inside of me. With a final violent
shudder Mr. Nelson's cock jetted the last of his load up my ass and he
stopped gasping for air. I was completely drained and so was he, it
seemed. My ass was filled with his cum; it seeped and trickled down over
the back of my nut sac, before dripping and splattering onto the bed
below. We stayed frozen in position for long moments as we slowly came down
from the highs of our orgasms. With a low whistle Mr. Nelson straightened
and slowly withdrew his half-hard cock from my dripping hole. Then he
rolled over and freed me from his bear embrace. "Did you like my banana,
boy?" He asked between breaths. "Yeah, it was exactly the one I was looking
for. Can I have some more?" He looked at me and pinched my nipple. "Well,
not now, but you can return whenever you want." With a big grin I said that
I would like too, but it was too far for me to come all by myself and so we
agreed he would pick me up every week or so just like we did that day. I
said OK and he took me home and dropped me where we met earlier.