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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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