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My year in Brazil part 5 (part 4 from May 26, 2006)
We had all fallen asleep in different rooms throughout Ricardo's house. At some point during the night, I felt some hands run along my back. Though out of true exhaustion, I couldn't get myself to wake up. Later that morning, Dave and I had been the last to wake up since we weren't morning people like the Brazilians. While we snacked on breakfast foods that were spread out on a table, we also helped Ricardo clean up his house. None of us had clothes on and each time I passed by someone, I got some kind of slap either on my ass or shoulder. By the time much of the house looked clean, only JC, Ricardo, Dave, and I were still there. I noticed I was still the only one not dressed having my half hard-on dangle around. I went to the jacuzzi room to put my swinning trunks on but they were nowhere to be found. "JC, do you know where my trunks are?" I asked. JC responded "I see them last night but now I do not know little brother." JC started to walk around the jacuzzi asking Ricardo in Portuguese about the trunks. They both stood on the other side of the jacuzzi talking softly and chuckling. JC said. "Ricardo say he does not know where the trunks are but you can use some of the shorts he has." "Ok, fine." I replied. I waited for Ricardo to return and he walked into the room with a shirt and shorts that were from his gym. The words "Rico's Gym" proudly displayed on the front of the shirt and also on the left leg of the shorts. "And some underwear JC?" I asked. JC said something to Ricardo who responded with what I understood as he was washing clothes at the moment. "JC, if we have to leave soon, I can't really go without some kind of undies" I said. JC and Ricardo talked a little more and then Ricardo started to take his shorts off. He pulled his shorts down and then took them off kicking them up into his left hand. Then with his right hand, he pulled off what left he had on. He handed the still slightly warm thong to me as he gave me an 'I don't know what else to do' look. Ricardo stood there with his hooded dick draping downward. We all laughed as I took my loaner gym shorts back off to then put the thong on underneath.
I handed Dave my shorts as I pulled the semi-sweaty piece of Ricardo's clothes up my legs. It wasn't much of a snug fit while my dick was still somewhat hard from the new thrill of wearing Ricardo's underwear. I gave Ricardo a Portuguese 'thank you' and at that point, JC mentioned to Dave and I that we could head out to his car. JC stayed behind chatting more with his half naked boss and the two of us Americans headed outside. "So Nate, you do realize that someone most likely kept your trunks as a souvenir." Dave commented. "Probably." I responded. We walked outside in the fresh morning air. When we got to the car, Dave held his mighty arms up interlocking his hands and bringing them down in a stretch. It was a stretch that ended with him flexing his huge biceps as he also let out a big roar like a bear. We started to get into the car when we heard JC jogging behind us. "Ok white boys." JC started. "We go to the hotel first and then to home." Dave replied "Too bad I have to go back to the states today or I'd join you guys at your house." Much of the ride to the hotel was quiet besides some occasional singing to the radio. We arrived to the hotel and then it was time for JC and I to say good-bye to Dave. "I'll see you again soon little buddy" Dave said as he winked at me. He reached his arm into the car window to shake my hand. We shook hands and I tried to let go but Dave held onto my hand a few extra seconds while he looked over at JC. I tried to be macho taking the clamping Dave gave to my hand but then I yelped surrendering to the monster clutch. Dave didn't let go of me yet but at least loosened his grip. He reached his other arm in the front window for JC to grab. Once again, they slam high-fived each other holding grips and trying to arm wrestle in the air. Dave finally let go of my hand but kept his vice grip on JC as they grunted and squeezed hands. Finally, JC let go and we all laughed. "Just what I thought ya little pussy." Dave said. "When I come back in a few months, you better work on that grip ya little girl." Dave stepped away from the car. As we drove away, I looked back and waved to Dave checking out his beefy muscle body one more time. As we drove home, JC's cell phone rang. The conversation went from serious to sad as he hung up the phone and stared atraight ahead. I didn't say anything. As we reached our house, JC pulled the car into the driveway. He turned off the engine, got out of the car and walked around to meet me as I opened my passenger door. "My grandmother is very sick and I must go with my parents to see her." JC said as he looked me right in the eyes. I could see he wanted to cry but didn't. That afternoon was busy with packing bags and phone calls. I stayed outside on the patio reading a magazine so as to not interfere with the family's situation. After a short while, Perla came outside and sat down next to me on the bench. She apologized for the sad tone in the house and asked if I knew how to get in touch with any other foreign students in the program. She explained to me that they'd be out of town for a week and wondered where I could stay by myself that would be safe. Then, JC came outside and started to talk to his mom. In Portuguese, he spoke slowly and looked both at her and at me to keep me involved in the conversation. He mentioned that Alberto wasn't home yet but that Alberto's father Sandro graciously offered for me to stay with the two of them for the week starting later tonight. Perla let out a sigh of relief as she leaned into JC and patted him on the back. As Perla stood up, JC looked at me. "You understand what I say Nate?" JC asked. "Yep." I said. As JC continued to talk to me in English, Perla kissed both of us on our foreheads and then walked back into the house. Even with his sadness, JC tried his best to smile and said "Wait until Alberto hears that you stay at his house for the week...." He put his arm around my shoulder and continued with a whisper of "....I think you will hope to stay at the house of Sandro and Alberto forever." "What about Alberto's mother?" I asked my Brazilian host brother. "She left the moment when Sandro exited the jail." JC replied. "She did not want to be married to a bad man. Sandro was a robber and was in jail for three years." "Are you sure he's Ok now?" I asked. "Oh yes. Sandro and Alberto have a very close relations now." JC said. "Maybe they have relations that are too close sometimes if you know what I mean." "Are you saying they have sex with each other?" I asked. JC replied "Not with each other, no Nate. But Alberto says Luis takes part in having fun with both of them when he visits." JC put one arm around my shoulder and his opposite hand on my inner thigh. As he started to run his hand in a circular motion on my inner leg, he continued by softly whispering "Sandro will be good to you Nate. You will see. He is picking you up later tonight." That thong of Ricardo's was getting tighter again as JC's touch and whispered words brought the blood flow back down below. Beto called loudly for his son JC to come inside for a moment. "Dude, I better pack up some stuff." I said to JC as we both entered back in the house. JC walked over to his father who was on the phone and I went up to the bedroom. Most of my things were neatly folded and placed in drawers or hung up on hangers in the closet. It was nice that I didn't have to pack much to get ready for my time at Sandro and Alberto's house. And from the way it sounded, I might not need too many clothes at all.
I lay down on my back and started to read my magazine again until apparently I dozed off. But then, I woke up a moment later feeling hands run up inside my shirt along my chest. Talking lightly, JC said "Hey Nate. We are going to eat now. You want to eat with us?" I was blinking my eyes trying to wake up completely. I had been gone asleep. While still laying down, I arched my back up to stretch it a little as I took a deep breath in. JC kept his hands on my chest cupping my pecs as he continued speaking. "I have good news now buddy. I stay here tonight. My parents are going to leave by car after dinner." "And what about you?" I asked him. "I leave in the morning on the plane." he answered. He smiled at me as he started to figure-8 his fingers around my pecs making sure he also ran along my nipples. I started to sit up and stretch more puffing my chest outward as I cupped the back of my head with my hands and flexed my biceps. JC grabbed both of my guns as he said "I will make these get big in the gym. And we start when I return, Ok my little brother?" As I responded "yes", JC was standing up and offered me a hand to get up off the bed. Of course he had to show off his strength by yanking me up once I grabbed onto his hand. I lost my balance but he grabbed me in a quick bear hug against his rock-solid, musty-smelling body and kept me from falling.
Dinner was quiet except for a few interrupting phone calls. Most were calls from friends asking how their relative was doing. Then, one family member called to say she arrived at the hospital. She mentioned to JC that his grandmother was doing fine and that there was no immediate hurry now to arrive there. That set a lighter mood to the dinner. As we finished eating, I offered to help pack the car for JC's parents so they could leave as soon as possible for their evening journey. We finished loading up the car and then said our good-byes. After JC and I kissed his parents and they got into their car, we stood in front of the house while Beto and Perla drove away. We stood there quiet until all of a sudden, JC reached down quickly grabbing my legs at the knees. With his awesome strength, he lifted me up so fast throwing me over his shoulder. I almost didn't have time to yell. "Ah geez." I said as I was draped over his massive shoulder. As he locked my legs in place, he started to run toward the front door. I knew that for him to pick me up and carry me was as if I were just a lightweight sack of potatos. The ride was bumpy with him taking huge jumps. "Oh God JC!" My voice trembled as I held on for the ride. "You better hope I don't puke up dinner!" I said. Being picked up by him was one of the best feelings. I always got that warm fuzzy tingling feeling that flowed with my blood traveling from my neck to my cock. That day I remember wondering how much of my precum Ricardo's thong could actually hold before I'd look like I had wet my pants. With not much else to do while I dangled upside-down and over his back, I smacked his ass one time as hard as I could. "Ha!" he yelled. "You can not hurt me little brother." That wasn't far from the truth. I had hurt my hand thinkin' I would just slap the average ass cheek. My throbbing hand made me remember that JC had two beefed up rocks under his shorts. We made it inside and JC threw me down on the couch on my stomach. I just lay down there laughing as he went to the stereo and turned on some loud music. Then, as I was still down on my stomach, I watched him run back over to me. Without much more time than for me to say an 'oh shit', he pinned me down there in the position I was in. With his advantage of much more strength than I had, of course he only needed to pin me down with one of his knees. I thought I knew what I was in for and just prayed it would be quick and painless. "Ok buddy!!" he started to yell to me over the music. "You want to spank and play with your monster Brazilian brother? I show you how much of a pussy you are! And you will be sorry for the whole hour we have until Sandro arrives!" He slapped me once on my ass and I thought that would definitely leave a mark. My body shook with laughter as I just succumbed to his playful torture. The laughing didn't make it any better since he then decided to sit on my back and slap my ass like he was playing two little drums as fast as he could. He didn't slap too hard after that one first time, but, without much more effort on his part, he had me under his mercy. The whole time, I loved it! My dick was on the move again and it pushed into the couch cushion as did the rest of my squashed body. I just kept enjoying the roughhousing and whimpering until I finally made him think I couldn't take much more. He even started to laugh with me as he said "Ok Nate." Without him on top of me any more, I took some deep breaths as I rolled over onto my back. I was still laughing-so hard I was crying a little. "And what is this?" JC asked me. I noticed he was checking out my tented-out shorts. No doubt I had a raging boner inside. JC quickly reached down, put his fingertips inside my shorts and thong and yanked them both right off of me. As they came right off, my rock-hard cock shot right up toward my belly with a string of precum flying in its path. JC held my shorts in the air opening them to check out all of my juice I left behind in that soaked thong. He smiled and then laughed as he went back and forth looking at the thong, at my stomach, and at my face. "Nate, buddy. You can not be done yet. This is just the beginning of the night. And we still are going to Sandro's house!" he shouted. "JC, I'm just getting warmed up." I yelled back in reply as I sat up straight. He walked over to the stereo and turned the music off. Having some of my energy back, I took the chance to stand up from the couch. I made eye contact with him from across the room and then made a dash over to bolt up the stairs and head into the bedroom. I could feel my dick flop and leave goo all over the place though I didn't look back since I could hear him roaring up the stairs behind me. I made it just inside the doorway to our bedroom as I felt two massive arms pounce down on my shoulders and stop me almost dead in my tracks. Again, there wasn't much more time than for me to say 'oh shit' before I was back in his control. He held my shoulders and walked behind me as we entered the room. He let go of me and I turned to watch him lock the door. "Ok Nate. I need to slow down." he said. "Me too JC. Especially since you nearly suffocated me and welted me on the ass." I said back with a smile. JC smiled and nodded while he said "Yes, you are right. How about now you get a brother to brother massage?" "Yeah. I'd say you owe me!" I said as I walked over to the bed. "But you sit, Ok man?" JC said as he opened the window more and then turned the blinds to block any view from outside. He stood there in front of the closed blinds, looked at me, and then stripped his shirt right off throwing it over a chair nearby. From my seated position, I checked out my caramel-colored brother's smooth muscular pecs and thick abdomen. I felt a bead of precum flow down from the top of my pointed north cock. I looked down at my dick to see it pulse with excitement as JC walked over to sit next to me. He was rubbing his hands together back and forth really fast getting ready to work that magic of his on me. He walked past me to sit down behind me. I was anxious with anticipation as I once again started to quiver with excitement. After rubbing his palms a few more seconds, I felt the massive hands make contact with my shoulders and his thumbs on the back of my neck. He softly said "Let's have a little fun before Sandro arrives. And then we go to his house and we need to have a fun night because I will be away for a entire week". The gentle kneading of his fingers and thumbs into my back and neck caused my breathing to slow down and my relaxed moaning started. "Ohhh god, man" was all I could muster to say. I just sat there with my gelatin-like body starting to ever-so-slightly sway involuntarily. Probably thinking I could go limp and fall over under the trance of his touch, I felt my host brother move his body closer to mine. After a minute or two of his massaging, I felt his hands go underneath my armpits and reach around to start to gently stroke my pecs. His middle fingers started to rub in circles around my nipples as he whispered into my ear "Let's lay you on your side, Nathen my little brother." I felt his hands guide me to lay down on my left side. Starting to get some energy back, I reached up to make sure a pillow would be underneath my head. I could feel the bed shake a little as I sensed him slipping off his shorts and throwing them onto the chair by the window. A drawer to the nightstand opened and closed too. He sat behind me lifting my right leg up, bending it, and putting it to rest up on his shoulder. I heard a bottle top pop open and then close. I felt two fingers spread some cool lube all around my back hole. One and then two fingers also peeked some lube inside my hole too which was definitely to my delight. "Ohhh yeahhhh" I said as my heartbeat started up again. With all of his moves going softly and slowly, I had great hopes that I could hold off my climax for a little bit longer. My body started to lightly shake again being so eager to keep this good time going. As he put my leg back down, I felt him lay down on his left side, cupping his body right up behind mine. He reached his hand around my right knee and pulled that right leg of mine back carefully bending it over his right leg. With his right foot planted into the matress, his mighty leg lifted my right leg up to expose my hole. My Brazilian brother fuck machine got himself ready for fucking me from behind. "Here we go, buddy" he whispered into my ear as the tip of his rod met my greased-up hole. Being wet, my asshole could tell it was JC's foreskin cover that was tantalizing me until he started to push into me. My sensitive hole felt JC's mushroom head as it made its way through its hoodie of skin to push into my warmness. The mushroom head popped itself in. Then, I felt one of his giant hands reach up over me to cover my stomach. To not pin down my right arm, I moved it so I could grip his thick forearm that he now held against my stomach. JC's fingertips pushed into my clenched abs starting to pull my body towards his as he pried my hole more and more. My sphincter relaxed as he made his way going into me deeper until he hit my pleasure button. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhh. Ohhhhh god" was all I could say as I gripped his forearm and felt down below that more and more of my precum dribbled out onto the bedspread. Just a notch louder than the whisper, JC said "Yesssss. Ohhhhh that is soooooo good Nate." After a few seconds, he slowly went the deepest he could go. All the while, I moaned which got progressively louder. His left hand reached between the bed and my body and went to the left part of my chest. He slowly started to pull his cock out of me. Only going half way out, he began to pry again slowly. As he licked the back of my ear, he said "Nathen, I can feel your heart beating with my hand on your chest and with my dick inside you." Between his voice and his sexy accent, I started to moan louder as I took my right hand off of his forearm and reached back so I could feel his hard ass cheek. Gradually, he pumped me more and more as I soaked the bedspread with leaking globs of clear precum. He kept going for about two minutes before I couldn't stand it much longer. "JC, I can't any more" I said as he kept his slow thrusts going in and out. Out only half way and then all the way back in. With his one hand carressing my chest, suddenly I felt his other hand leave from holding my stomach. He then took hold of my raging, throbbing hard-on. "Here you go my little brother. Shoot it for me." he whispered as he stroked my cock. Only seven or eight of his strokes and my body started spasing. My whole face clenched as I exhaled a scream of ecstasy. My first blast of jizz shot out with more force than I had experienced in a long time. My body shook uncontrolably and JC's strong hold of me kept me somewhat in place while he kept stroking the shooting blasts of cum right out of me. Fire after fire I felt my cream pulsing out going all over the place. My incredible brother spoke into my ear "Aye, yeahhhhhhhh" The whole time, I wished I could have opened my eyes to also enjoy the look of my rockets shooting all around. It was just too intense for my eyes that were rolling around underneath clamped shut eyelids. JC didn't stop any of what he was doing. He kept stroking my cock with his one hand, running his hand along my chest and occasionally one of my nipples. And still plastered against me, he kept that thick solid meaty dick of his plunging half way out and then all the way back in. As my shattering climax wore down, there was still a minute or so of moaning as my body randomly kept twitching and jerking. I heard him whisper right into my ear "ohhhh yesssss. Thisssss is good Nate" My tightening hole must have brought out some of JC's own precum because I could feel his Brazilian cock slide more easily. He stepped up his pace with both the fucking and the deeper breaths he was taking. Though I couldn't make eye contact with him, I turned my head toward JC and muttered "C'mon brother. I want you to fuckin' cum in me." "Aye yes. It going. It's GOING!" he tried to say while exhaling and inhaling bigger and stronger breaths. "Yeah man, GO!" I said to him. His legs shook first. The whole bed moved and creaked under his rapidly spasing beefy frame. His one hand that wonderfully still stroked me quickly joined the other on my chest. His biceps crunched into my sides as he squeezed my body against his. Then, his legs sent the quivering up through his arms. His fingers felt like they typed along my torso with varying pressure. He shoved his face into the pillow and belted out an enormous roar. I smiled as I listened to his muffled "OYYYYY!" and then another "OYYYYYYYYYY!" and about a dozen more that varied in length and pitch. The thrusting went from a quick in and out and very gradually worked its way to a slower stab that went further and further up my hole. He continued with one more of his yelps that lasted until his lungs emptied themselves of all of their air. My hole could barely sense that he was shrinking up and sliding out of me. Once he was fully out, he pulled his arms away from me and flopped over on his back. I sat up only to turn around and lay down on my right side so I could face him. I put my hand on his sweaty torso. He was still breathing hard staring up at the ceiling but then he turned to look at me. Between breaths, he said "Shit Nate. Ayyyye. That's good, no?" "JC, that fuckin' rocked." I said as I ran my fingers along his sweaty pecs and their stubbly hairs. I could tell that my fingers were tickling him since his nipples toughened up. I continued with "Dude, JC, are we gonna take a shower?" "You now." He responded. "I need some time to rest, man. Anyway, we have some time before Sandro arrives and takes us to his house." I gently patted him on the chest twice and then got up from the bed. I stood there just checking out his meaty body. He was just plastered down on his back and now had both arms out to each side. I watched his chest rise up and down with his breathing. His cock was flopped down between his legs.
The bedspread was all wet in the spot where I had one of the best fuck sessions of my life. And the night of fun wasn't even over yet. I walked over to the bathroom doorway, turned back to look again, and JC looked over at me with the shittiest goofy grin as he calmly shook his head. "I be in-in a minute, Ok buddy?" he asked. He looked down at my dick, pointed and chuckled. I looked down to see my cock with a thin line of clear drool leaking out and stretching its way to the floor. I just chuckled back, turned around, and went to turn on the shower wand. I started wondering to myself what else tonight will bring me once JC and I make it to Alberto and Sandro's house.
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