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MY YEAR IN BRAZIL PART 1
At 19, I was so happy to be heading back to Brazil. I'd decided that since I learned some Spanish in high school, it was now time to learn Portuguese. I figured that Brazil was a good choice since it's open-minded toward gays and I'd also seen a good few hot guys from there in the big city where I lived all my life. Both of my parents were from Brazil though grew up in midwest US and therefore I didn't care to learn much of their native language while growing up. Neither would I remember traveling to Brazil when I was a baby. Never the less, my grandpa sure was thrilled that I would be heading to his country to live what ended up being the best year of my life. A week before leaving on my journey, I received a letter in the mail from Brazil. I opened it and read: "Dear Nathen, my name is Juan Carlos. I am 27 years. I will be your brother for the time you are in my country. My family is happily awaiting your arrival with a week early to your classes. I am happy to learn you play soccer! We want you to enjoy your time here. I speak so so English and please feel comfortable knowing I can help if you need anything. We will meet you soon! Good trip! Sincerely, JC and the Rodrigues family" All ready I was feeling fuzzy and excited to head out. The day came when my parents dropped me off at the airport. The flights down seemed to last for an eternity. I was so looking forward to being in another country and was psyched to meet my host family. I had my passport marked and headed toward the baggage area. Nervous with all the Portuguese and little English surrounding me, I looked to the exit gate which seemed to have a million people shouting and pointing or waving to their loved ones. I did a double-take as I saw my name "Nathen Foster" on a sign being held by a guy who I thought might be my host 'brother'. He either didn't see me notice the sign or he just didn't look sure that I was the Nathen, and so was looking around at the other white teenaged guys who had been on the plane. From a distance, I could see he was about 6'1, had a beginners goatee, and was built like a monster. He looked like a sports freak wearing a semi-tight white tank top and small gym shorts. Grabbing my bags, I let my eyes spot the sign again and waved to its holder. As I approached the guy, I had this big eager smile which seemed to be contagious and caused him to nod and smile back even more. As I passed through the gate, he extended his hand and said "Nathen, hi. I am Juan Carlos. Welcome to Brazil, man!" and squeezed-shook my hand. It was with more strength than I (or my hand) expected. 15 hours of flying from the midwest US must make a person weak. As I looked all around, I think he could tell how overwhelmed I was in a strange place which was why he took my bags and led me to his car. I was starting to realize how wiped out I really was from all the traveling. I just felt glad to not be carrying my bags. Besides, he looked so natural heaving two large duffle bags--one in each arm. A true jock impressing others around him with his strength. We didn't speak until we reached the car. I figured he was trying to muster up as much English as he could to make me feel relaxed. "Nathen, this is my car. It is nice, yes? Ok, my family waits at home to meet you." he said. "Gosh, I'm so exhausted from all those planes. I hope I stay awake to meet them" I responded. "Is Ok. We know traveling is difficult and we have the room ready for you to go down to sleep. The program leaders say to us that we take it easy on the day of arriving. I explain myself Ok in English?" he said in a slow, almost monotonous voice. "Oh yeah. I get you. Hey, that's cool you're speaking in English for today. You're gonna be my savior." I said. "Is Ok. My parents do not know English and I help you communicate with them for a few days. Then, I leave you to suffer. Ha ha ha." I also laughed as we pulled out of the airport and headed 'home'. I was fighting to keep my eyes open while he tried pointing out different places in the city. Anything on my side of the street led him with his giant arm to reach across and point out. His enormous tricep in my face and the faint smell of sweat with deodorant when his arm came toward me kept me somewhat alive, though with the heat and exhaustion, I drifted off hardcore and finally woke up to him gently nudging my shoulders with both of his hands. "Ok man. Time to be awake." he said with one big hand still on my shoulder and my eyes slowly adjusting to meet his stare. "I will take your bags and you can follow me inside. I can only take your bags--I mean so I not carry you too, sleep head. he he" I laughed and ran my fingers through my hair to look presentable to my new host 'family'. The mother opened the door--as if knowing we were just steps away. She and her husband--my 'dad' started to greet me with the foreign language that boggled me at that tired moment. My name (which they kept repeating with smiles) was about the only thing I caught. I also got that their names were Beto and Perla. The rest I understood by pointing and 'uh huh' or 'Ok' affirmations by both them and me. The mom finally told Juan Carlos something which he dutifully translated into "let's go to the room and soon you will sleep again. I will carry the bags." In the room, I noticed two beds. One not being made. I looked to Juan Carlos who beat me to speak saying "This is my bedroom. I need to ask if I also share the bedroom or I sleep in the sofa down the stairs in the family room. It is your decision, man." "Oh, dude, we can share the room. No problem. Please, don't feel like you have to live in your living room for a year." I responded. His eyes seemed to widen as he put his hands on his head and said "You are in Brazil for a year? Oy, we think you stay for just 5 months." I could see that this information made him very interested in the situation.
I loved too--how big his biceps got when he put his hands up to the side of his head. I could also see his hairless armpit which I thought was strange, but focused more on crashing onto the made bed. Two hours later, I was awakened by a voice singing. It was Juan Carlos in the shower which was in a showeroom connected to our bedroom. I noticed there wasn't any door to the showeroom and that the chain lock to the bedroom itself was put on. I figured this was the only way to keep our showers private from the rest of the house. The singing continued as the water turned off. This must have been Juan Carlos' way of wanting me to wake up. After hearing a towel rubbing around on a body, I watched as he came to the showeroom doorway. With only that little towel around his waist tucked in on the side, he noticed me awake looking at him, spoke to me in Portuguese and then clapped. Wow--those giant hands made a echoing clap. Being a distance from him, my eyes were Ok to slightly wander and look at his huge, strong body. Even without looking down, I could see the thick straight line slightly poking the front of the towel. I remember thinking how much of a solid bull this guy looked to be that first time I saw him practically naked! Walking over to a dresser, he turned his back to me which allowed me to look at his gigantic, buldging back and leg muscles. Without having to say, those two round bubbles tightly covered by the towel were a sight too. And where was the body hair? I wasn't seeing any. Who knew I was about to find out. Rifling through his dresser drawer, he translated his applauded statement with "You finally are alive again, my friend! I think you died, man!" I said "Nope, I couldn't sleep with you barking like a sick dog in the shower" He looked puzzled and then said "You say I sing like dogs?" To this, I only started to smile & nod a yes back when he dove onto the bed and pinned me down on my stomach with my arm behind my back. If I wasn't awake at that point, I sure was as his monster body held me down like that! Forced to take in the soap smell and dripping water off of his body, I had no idea what he said to me in Portuguese but yelled out how sorry I was in English until we both started laughing. He got up off me slapping my butt once with one hand as he held his little towel shut with the other. Standing in front of me, I was glad I was still laying on my stomach leaning up looking back at him. That massive body in front of me left my briefs feeling pretty tight under my raging hardon. He continued to speak in Portuguese as he shook his head and then said "Maybe I sing like dogs. Ok. Later, you give a better concert in the shower and we see who wins." As I chuckled, he walked over to me and touched his finger on my neck saying "Oy man, is red here. I'm sorry I think I play too much." I responded with "Um, yeah Juan Carlos, look at you, you're a freaking monster. I'm like a third of your size if you haven't noticed. I mean, I'm a good sized kid but not an animal like you!" That only brushed up his ego as he flexed his offensive biceps in my direction saying "You like? I give 13 years to these babies." I could feel my cock getting even more hard when he smacked a hand on the opposite bicep.
"And you have some muscles too, Nathen. Maybe little, but you have" as he put his fingers under my arm's left tricep and then sank his thumb into my bicep. I did have some good guns at 19 though you could tell I only spent 3 hard years on them. Noticing the hairless forearms when he clamped down on my bicep, I figured I'd ask what was up with that. "Hey Juan Carlos" "Call me JC" he said. "Right. JC, what's up with no hair on your body? I thought Brazilians looked like gorillas?" "Oy" he said. "I get hair but I take it away" which he said as he proceded to show me his thick leg muscles. Then, he leaned in nearer to me to show me his huge chest. He flexed his pec muscles to further show me up in size.
And when I innocently checked him out, I could see the stubble marks along his stunning caramel-colored upper torso and around his big nipples. In a softer voice, he looked down on his mighty chest and said "See Nathen, I take the hair away." I said "How about calling me Nate instead of Nathen. And why, JC? Wouldn't chicks dig a huge dude like you a little furry?" He said, "Furry? Well, I no like it. Is good I have only little to take away. Look, I no have any here on my stomach or back like you think I do like all men in Brazil." In my jeans, my dick was springing to life and pushing into the mattress underneath me as he stood so close to me pointing to his rock solid small tank gut. This guy didn't even have hair near his belly button. Not too much of abs on JC, but you could tell his tank was iron solid. Another look at his pecs was nice too. Their definiton was certainly there. Made me remember how I noticed his nipples slightly poking through his measly tank top he wore to the airport. "Ok, enough of the show for you little brother Nate. I need to dress and be ready for my work" he said walking back into the bathroom with a handful of a pair of boxers, a shirt, and shorts he grabbed from the dresser. "JC, you're going to work this late in the afternoon? What do you do?" I questioned. >From the showeroom I heard him say "I give massages at the health spa in downtown." Then, he came out of the room fully dressed in his tight light blue polo work shirt and white shorts that hardly fit around his gigantic thighs. "Yep, I give massages to people at the club. Maybe you need a massage later because you say a joke to me that I sing like dogs" he said as he faked a lunge and flexed bicep toward me. "Hey Nate, maybe you go to see my parents and you talk with them?" -------------------------------- I shocked myself with the amount of Portuguese I was able to remember while chatting it up with Perla. Too bad I was only half-paying attention to her and half thinking of how horny I was--seeing JC's smooth Titan frame with a tight towel around his waist. Perla answered the ringing phone and chatted a minute. I started fantasizing about how it would feel to be on the massage table with JC's hulk hands kneading around my body. Good thing the table hid the growing bulge in my jeans! Hanging up the phone, Perla decided to slow down on the Portuguese and took out family albums to show me. Poor JC was the only child though looked to be spoiled from day one. We flipped through the pages going from his baby years, to elementary school, to junior high. The Jr. high pictures showed JC's blossoming interest into weight lifting. Soccer jerseys and socks started to stretch more and more as he gradually grew bigger and bigger. The high school album showed JC playing soccer all the time. The team must have been good since they always had the trophies. One picture even showed JC in a bicep flex with one arm and the team's trophy in the other. The other players flexed too but didn't come close to my new 'brother' in size. Perla explained stuff to me though I took my time looking more at the bulges and hair sprouting from his clothes along with more and more muscle and hair as the years went on. After high school, it seemed JC tried college for a few years. However, the countless pictures of beach parties and soccer playing in the sand told the woes of his mother as I think she said how he partied too much and left the university. The last page in that album showed two gigantic bodybuilders arm in arm with huge smiles. Both sporting the light blue polos and white shorts. I could tell JC was one. The other Perla explained to me as the owner of the place. The year on the picture was from 6 years ago. In my best Portuguese, I tried to ask if JC has been working there for all this time. Perla said yes and even seemed happy to explain that JC earns enough money there that they don't feel embarrassed about his leaving the university. --------------------------------- Back alone in the bedroom, I decided to unpack my bags and put clothes into the dresser and up on the closet racks. I opened the dresser that JC didn't use during our conversation, but noticed the top drawer was full of junk. Random stuff for his job was what I guessed as I could see business cards for the gym spa, massage oil ordering catalogs, and lots of papers with phone numbers or email addresses. As I shut the drawer, I noticed a box of condoms. Why think anything of that? JC's obviously a stud. Who wouldn't want a piece of his manmeat in them after his brawny hands did their massaging magic? After unloading the clothes, I got into bed. But then I wondered, how I was supposed to sleep with the hardon and precum I'd worked up in my briefs all that afternoon? So, I decided to try the shower for a little rinse & release. I took off my clothes and checked myself out in the mirror before getting into the shower stall. After having seen my Hercules brother flex all his goods, the only thing I had going for my upper section was the nice mat of hair in the middle of my little pumped up pecs and the hairy trail line going downward. Funny to think that I'd become so proud of that chest hair since it only started three years ago. Back then as any high school teenager, I felt like I was finally becoming a man and I hit the gym to bring out my chest and all my other parts so they'd be worthy of the hair they started sprouting. Only this year did I have the balls to wear shirts with the top two buttons undone to reveal my sprouting mat. Now, my flex show wasn't encouraging enough. The guns were just more than average for a soccer player like me. Looking at it all, three years only made me think I'd gotten somewhere. I remember wondering if maybe JC would help me at his gym. Then, I could go back to the States more buffed up and shock everyone at home. The shower water was nice---especially with the removable wand that came off the wall. Of course it was only a matter of time before my cock and I started thinking of JC when he's in the shower washing off. That burly beefcake with the water just running down and off his caramel tanned smooth skin. God it was great to hold the wand with one hand and stroke my dick with the other. I even held the wand upwards over my head to let the water go up and then lazily fall back down on me as if he were standing in the shower with me and in the way of the direct flow of water. I imagined leaning with my back up against him while he would have his back to the wall reaching out in front to stroke me as I could feel his pecs bounce along my back. Not too long of daydreaming that and soon I let out a quick sigh as I blitzed a good jizz all over the plastic curtain. Making sure it all found its way down the drain, I finished up, turned the water off, and toweled off. Before I even opened the curtain, I could hear JC's voice in the bedroom. Shit! I'd never locked the door to the bedroom! I played it cool and walked out with my towel around my waist. I saw the door locked now. Then, JC looked up at me from his bed he was sitting on and said "Hey Nate. How is your neck? I feel bad I play too hard with you today." I squated down to one of my duffle bags to find a pair of night shorts. I turned my back to him hoping he'd take advantage of looking at me from the back. Then, I asked how his afternoon at work was. He answered back "Well, I only see two clients today. So, I did not have to massage much." I found the pair of shorts I wanted to wear and then casually pulled off my towel to put on some clean briefs and the shorts. I made sure the towel brushed against my cock so it looked natural that I was semi-hard. I didn't want to make a big deal out of being naked in front of him. Just wanted it to look like we were in the locker room as buddies or something. I threw the towel up over a chair to dry and jumped down on the bed for the night. Of course I lay on my stomach since I knew we'd keep talking and I'd sprout another hard-on. It was then when JC said "Hey Nate, if you want, I give you a nice massage before you sleep. Today was a great long day for you, no? And it is almost eleven o'clock." I answered "Yeah, Ok. I'll probably fall asleep I'm so tired." "Is Ok. A lot of people go to sleep when I work on them. So I just stop when you sleep and we talk in the morning, Ok Nate?" "Yeah, sure JC. Thanks." I no sooner finished my response when I felt his giant frame sit on the edge of the bed and put his hands gently on my upper back. I melted instantly when he started to softly rub only his thumbs in circles along my upper back. Then, his fingers started slowly kneading my shoulders at the same time. I had my head tilted to the side and down on the pillow. My eyes were closed but I could feel them involuntarily roll back and around with each spread of his hands. God it was great. As he continued, I heard him lean toward my ear and gently ask "Is Ok Nate?" I think I moaned something back but don't remember. Though I really was on my way out for the count, I only wanted to pretend I was drifting off. So, I moaned "mm-hmm" twice and then went completely limp. I drifted in and out until I heard JC try to muffle a sneeze. My eyes opened just enough to see it was almost 11:30. He leaned toward me and said "Is Ok, just continue to relax." At that point, I was so jelly-like in his hands that I couldn't keep my eyes open and just closed them. His mild kneading and my heartbeat were the only things I could somewhat focus on. Before dozing off, I felt his hands move down to massage inside the top elastic band of my nightshorts. Did I moan one last time as he kneaded my glutes? -------------------------------------------------------- The next day, JC took me on a tour of his neighborhood. Lots of people came out to greet us as we passed by their houses. JC seemed to be quite popular. And why not? He was certainly a friendly kind of guy. At one point, out of one house came this short muscle dude with a semi-sweaty tank top and shorts. It was one of JC's bodybuilding buddies named Alberto. Alberto didn't speak much English, so after shaking hands, I just listened to the two guys chat. JC and Alberto slugged each other and patted each other many times throughout their conversation. Two close buddies without a doubt. And Alberto was gorgeous! Not as towering huge as JC, but jacked in a smaller body. I did notice Alberto looking at me a lot while they talked.
He smiled a lot too. His light blue eyes, short curly hair, and white teeth smile got me to smile back even though I had no idea what was being said while they chatted so fast. Alberto made me laugh at how he couldn't stand still. The whole time he either flexed or stretched a part of his body. As we said 'bye' and walked away, JC started to tell me a little of how they both give massages at the gym and have been working together for years. Then he said something about how JC and Alberto became friends after JC trained him for so long. And that was when I asked him to go see the gym. We walked a few more blocks and arrived at the Rico's Gym. Inside, it sure smelled like a gym and was complete with ceiling fans and music at near full blast. "We can go to see my manager in the office, Ok Nate?" he said as we headed to the back of the gym. As we walked back to the office, we dodged about 5 or 6 guys working on various machines. Some seemed not to care though I thought two of them eyed us as we passed by. The man in the office was just hanging up the phone when we walked in. JC introduced me and the two of them chatted in Portuguese. At one point I asked JC if that guy was the one I saw in the photo album back at the house to which he affirmed. The guy's name was Ricardo and even though he seemed much older than JC with his slowly greying hair, what a monster he was too! I hadn't noticed how big his muscles were until he took off his jacket and reclined back in his chair with his hands behind his head. What were they talking about and why did it seem that Ricardo stretched his arms back and was flexing on purpose? Ricardo's phone rang and JC said something as he wrapped a massive arm over my shoulder and brought me out of the office closing the door after us. "Let's go see the massage room" he said. "I think you still need a massage from yesterday." "Ok, fine" I replied. "My shoulders are still a little sore." I was psyched to maybe get JC in the massage room. Maybe we'd be alone and I could finally get something out of his magic hands that I could jack off to later. I followed JC so I could watch his muscle frame from behind. My heart started pounding and I nerviously shook a little as we went to the back of the gym. As he opened the door, he flipped the outside sign over to the side that looked to say the room was occupied. I walked in behind him and stood there looking at the few pictures of male bodybuilders on the wall. "Do you want to take off your T-shirt Nate or I just massage on the T-shirt?" he asked. "Oh, it'll probably be better without" I said as I lifted it up and over my head. As I threw it on a chair, he said "go on the table and lay down on your stomach." At this point, I was trying to hide how shaky I was with nerves. JC smiling at me wasn't helping any since I couldn't tell if he was just about to massage another customer or if he was smiling at me in a special kind of way. "Are you Ok Nate?" he asked. "You want a massage now, right Nate?" "Yeah sure JC. It's just a little warm in here" I responded. "Well, if you are warm, you can put your shorts on the chair too if you want. Guys have massages with the underwear or with nothing sometimes" he said. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to take my shorts off but my briefs were a little sweaty from the hot weather outside. "Well JC, I'm a little sweaty from all of our walking." I said. "Is Ok Nate." He replied. "I put some water and oil on you in any case so you are going to get wet." I dedided then to just take off my briefs and lay down on the table. I tried to act natural getting onto the table with my semi-hardon. It definitely started growing and pushing into the table as JC came over to the table with his oil and started immediately pouring some on my back. We didn't say anything until he started rubbing the oil in and then stopped for a minute. I asked what was up and he replied with "Hey Nate, is Ok if I take off my shirt? It is hot in here like you say." "Yep, why not? That window doesn't let enough air in here. You ought to get a fan" I said. I could hear him pulling his shirt up and over his head. The room started to smell more like a locker room with so many of our clothes off. At that point, the door opened and closed. I didn't look toward the door thinking someone just tried to come in by mistake. Then, I heard Ricardo start takling to JC. He was sitting on a chair and was asking JC questions that JC would respond with short answers. They chatted as JC kept doing his magic on my back. A little kneading, a little light patting, and some rapid light pounding. "Is Ok Nate?" he asked me. "God you're great at that. Are we leaving now?" I questioned. He rested his hands on my shoulders and leaned down near my ear to say "We do not have to leave. You want me to massage the front side of your body Nate?" I soon remembered how rock hard my cock was and didn't know how to respond. Ricardo being in there didn't make things any easier. I started to say "well, maybe..." when I felt JC start to gently force my body to roll over. The oil was so slippery I didn't have much choice and I quickly slid into place on my back. My dick throbbed with excitement for both of them to see.
I had my eyes closed with embarrassment and wanted to cover up my raging boner when JC lightly chuckled. He said "No worries Nate. If you take care of that in the bathroom, you can come back and we continue." Without a chance to answer back, I opened my eyes as a hand gently went around the bottom of my shaft. It was Ricardo's hand. JC looked surprised and said something which made Ricardo remove his hand. The two started talking again as JC covered his face with his forearm and Ricardo looked disappointed. Needless to say, it was obvoius what had happened. Poor Ricardo not knowing English must have assumed I was ready to get it on with the both of them in that back room. I just stayed on the table listening to the conversation and got more and more excited. I squeezed my dick so the wad of precum would come out and looked up at JC. "JC, I think we both know it's Ok to do this" I said though I could still sense hesitation on his part. "We both like you Nate and want to have some fun if you are Ok with it" he said back. I didn't really answer before Ricardo locked the doorknob and then stripped off his shirt exposing his salt-n-pepper hairy chest. He was looking at me as he started undoing the drawstring on his shorts. His pole was tenting out his shorts so bad he took a second before pulling them so far out before uncovering the trapped manmeat inside. As he slid his shorts down to the floor, I admired his daddy cock that was long and thick. It pointed straight upwards but I could still see it was uncut and the foreskin just barely ran back so only half of his purple knob was showing. The whole tip of Ricardo's beast-like rod was wet so I knew I wasn't the only one leaking with eagerness! I remember wondering how that monster has sure fucked a lot of asses in this gym. JC started to undo his shorts too. He looked over at Ricardo and smiled as he uncovered his thick Brazilian rod for us to see. It was huge too! Almost as big as Ricardo's but with more foreskin! The hoodie still covered the entire boner! I laughed as I saw the tiny square patch of buzzcut pubic hair JC kept though knew it would soon serve its purpose. Ricardo said something to JC to which he nodded affirmatively. He then put his hand back on my dick where it was before at that awkward moment and started squeeze-stroking as JC went over to the locker in the room. JC came back over with a box of condoms and took one out. Ricardo was having a good time seeing how much precum he and I both had oozing out of our dicks and then he licked both of his gooey hands. He went right down to put his mouth over my dick and started to milk me more as he watched me half close my eyes with pleasure. JC asked me "I want my cock to go in you" to which I immediately responded "oh god yeah". "I'm not going to be able to last long once you get in there though JC" I said as he walked back over to my rear entrance. JC finally started getting more into it (after Ricardo's premature beginning) and said "we can stay in here until you are all done with the services" as he chuckled. "You shoot cum as many times as you want to in here, Ok Nate?" I was still under the trance Ricardo had me in but managed to open my eyes to see him now stroking his own dick as he sucked on mine. Ricardo's head was low enough so I could see JC standing at the foot of the table and then felt a few fingers glob some oil on my ready asshole. Ricardo stood up just long enough for JC to lift up my legs and pull me down the slippery table toward him. Now, my legs were up over JC's shoulders and he brought his hands down to get ready for the pry. Ricardo put his mouth back over my shaft. JC and I looked at each other as I felt him feel with a finger to find where my rosebud was. His fingers spread my buttcheeks a little as the cool tip of the condomed cock tickled my hole for a second. "Here it is for you Nate my brother" he said as I felt the giant end of his rod start making its way into my greased hole. We locked eye contact as each other's face showed many signs of joy. He was only about a quarter of the way in when I could feel a ton of my precum was oozing out into Ricardo's mouth. Ricardo kept on swallowing and lobbing his tongue around my tip. You can imagine how much fluid was filling his throat. Then, JC said "I think you like when I do this" as he put his hands behind his head and flexed his massive biceps. Once I smiled at him, it was like his cue to shove his thick rod all the way in. I could then feel why he left that one patch of buzzed pubes the way he had them. It only took about two or three of JC's pumps of his big dick in me before I was moaning in sweet agony. I felt Ricardo's hand over my mouth to try to muffle the noises I was making as I was on the edge of jizzing. As much as I wanted to keep my eyes fixed on JC smiling as he rammed his cock into me, I felt my eyelids shut and my eyes roll back as I let out my yelps. Ricardo moaned as I filled his mouth with loads and loads of jizz. I could feel how fast it was shooting out and Ricardo easily took it all down. My favorite part was when I finally came back down from my orgasm and was able to start opening my eyes to see what was still going on. I couldn't fully open my eyes yet but I saw JC look at me with his open-mouthed big grin as he slowly pumped three more times. You could see on his face how much he enjoyed my hole clampiing and releasing his pole. And he slowly kept up his pace like he was trying to milk me for all I was worth into Ricardo's mouth. I heard Ricardo laugh as he took his mouth off of my cock. He stood over me and watched as JC start to pick up a little rythym still going in and out of me. JC started saying things to him as Ricardo jerked himself watching JC slaughter my hole while my limping dick was bobbing back and forth. Not too long of that and Ricardo bit his lower lip and started moaning himself. He started shooting out clear over the table. The last few squirts landed on my chest hair. He finished and bent right down to lick the cum off of me. He did that kind of quickly and then I realized why. JC was about to go too. He slowed down his pumping into me as Ricardo ran to get behind him. As he squatted down, he spread JC's ass and started rimming his smooth clean hole. I couldn't see but could only imagine the cum Ricardo spread with his tongue along JC's crack. It took a few seconds and then JC put his head back. He started heavily breathing and then groaned like a bear as he shot wad after wad slowly sliding his beast into and out of me. It took him a little bit to finish but finally he did and then pulled out of me. He said something in Portuguese and then spread my legs apart to be able to lean into me and kiss me. I loved how his hands came in and caressed the sides of my face as he stuck his tongue into my willing mouth. I never heard Ricardo leave the room but finally JC stepped back and smiled saying "Ok, I think it is time for a shower. Yes Nate?" As I took the arm he reached out to help me off the table, I said "It'll take a minute for me to get back the energy to go across the gym. Why don't we put some clothes on before we head out of this room?" "We can put clothes on but I think it does not matter too much now" he responded. "Yeah, I know. I think the whole gym heard what you were doing to me." I said and we both laughed. So, after getting our shorts on, we left the massage room. Like before, we walked by about 5 or 6 guys working on various machines. The ones who eyed us as we passed by couldn't help but smile as I made eye contact with them. JC and I entered into the shower room which was a small room with only 4 shower heads jutting out of the wall. Ricardo was all ready turning off his water and about to leave as he said a Portuguese "good-bye" to another of the gym's bodybuilders standing nearby with a massive hardon. As I turned on my shower, I thought of how much fun this year in Brazil would be.
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