The following story contains graphic sex, both consensual and nonconsensual, between adult men. It is a work of complete fantasy. If any of this offends you or turns you off, stop reading now! If you are under 18 years of age, do not read this! If you have any comments or feedback on this story please feel free to e-mail me at randyvandyk@hotmail.com.
RIO TRIP - Part 1 by randyvandyk@hotmail.com ( Randy Van Dyk
Chapter One Transbrasil Flight 401
The Transbrasil ticket counter at the Miami airport was packed with tourists just like me who were setting out for South America. My first class round-trip ticket to Rio de Janeiro was what I had asked my dad for as a graduation present. He also kicked in $2,500 in traveler's checks for spending money. I was looking forward to an exciting three months in Brazil and then starting my job as a technical sales rep for Microdex in Dallas, a small company producing computer sound cards and voice recognition software.
I was also wrestling with telling my parents that I was gay.
I watched as the ticket agent checked out my passport. I really liked the photo in this one. It showed me smiling, green eyes wide with amusement, blond hair short on the top and sides. It didn't show the pony tail in the back. All the guys on the lacrosse team had cut their hair in the same style when we were practicing for the national championship. We lost by two goals, but all that seemed like ancient history now.
The agent stamped my boarding pass, checked my bag, and sent me on my way. My carry-on had my PC in it which I took out and turned on for the security check and then repacked after passing through. I arrived at the gate just as boarding began, so I went right on board. I was on the upper deck part of first class which was the no smoking section. This was a short upper deck version of a 747 with only 18 seats. There were seven passengers already seated. My seat was in the last row. No one was in that row and it stayed that way.
Transbrasil Flight 401 left Miami on time, the Brazilian accent of the chief steward as he went through the pre-takeoff routine lulling me like a Zen mantra. I ordered a beer but passed on dinner, chatting up a spectacularly good-looking steward named Jojo at the same time. I spread a blanket over my shoulders and closed my eyes.
My thoughts jumped back to the championship lacrosse game and the wild scene in the showers afterwards. We were all pretty depressed after the loss. The coaches had brought five cases of iced-down Coors into the locker room. After a few words of encouragement, you know the lines -- what a great season we had, we should be so proud we got to the finals, there is always next year, all that bullshit -- they left us on our own to get cleaned up and into our street clothes. There were 24 of us on the traveling squad, the nine seniors having been together on the team the entire four years. We stripped off our uniforms. Naked, we each chugged a couple of beers.
Jordy Vincenzo had sneaked a couple of groupies into the showers before the coaches came in. This was not the first time he had invited groupies into the locker room, so our routine was set. The seniors always got firsts as a group. Laughing and joking we went into the showers where the two young women were waiting. They weren't even so bad looking this time. Kathy, a brunette, was medium height with big tits well displayed in her tight blouse. Shana, a redhead, had pouty lips and wide hips.
Jordy turned on the water soaking the girls and generating some steam. They laughed and took off their clothes while we clapped rhythmically, all nine erections stiff and swaying. I was as excited seeing my buddies all hard as looking at the groupies. Jordy and I lay down on the floor. The redhead climbed on him and the brunette on me. Kathy rubbed her big tits on my chest and slid my stiff, hot cock into her pussy. The warm water pelted down around us. Joe stood over me and fed his cock to her questing mouth. Al soaped up her asshole and then plugged it with his short but very thick rod.
Kathy started writhing, nearly two feet of hot cock filling her body. Joe started coming first, pulling his cock out and firing the first shot onto her cheek. Then he filled her mouth with the rest of his pearly liquor. I was enjoying the tight glove of Kathy's pussy massaging my cock and the firm pressure of Al's thick rod rubbing against my own deep inside her. When I felt Al's throbbing cock shoot, I started coming too, firing my load in a dozen or so ecstatic nerve wrenching bursts. We pulled out and stood up. Mike, Tom and Paul took our places. Jordy and his crew were a little slower, in part because Wayne's small cock kept slipping out of Shana's butthole. They finally got off, as I finished soaping down and rinsing off.
I went back into the dressing room area and told the rest of the team it was their turn at bat. I chugged two more beers and got dressed.
A hand on my shoulder woke me up. "You were moaning, sir. Are you all right?" asked the steward I had been eyeing earlier in a delightful accented.
"Oh yeah," I answered groggily. "I'm fine." It was Jojo. "You from Rio, Jojo?"
"Yes, I am," he answered, sitting down in the seat next to me. "I grew up there. Can I call you Dino, Mr. Davanzati?"
"Sure," I said. Suddenly I reddened as I realized that the blanket had slipped off me. I was displaying all eight inches of a raging hard-on very distinctly up the left side of my pants, pointing right at him. Jojo ogled the swollen bulge with a very lascivious smile.
"Looks like you had a very stimulating dream," he laughed, reaching down, rubbing the ends of his fingers firmly along my hardness, sending a wave of ecstatic shocks up my cock and into my balls. "Maybe there's something I can do to help finish it. Quick. Come on back to the galley."
He got up and headed for the back of the cabin. I could hardly believe my ears. He was absolutely stunning and I had turned him on somehow. I struggled up, still achingly erect, grateful that there were no passengers seated between me and the aft galley where Jojo was waiting. He was the only steward on the deck too.
"This has to be quick," he said. "My partner is downstairs helping with a sick passenger. He'll be back soon. Let's go in the w.c."
I nodded numbly but very eagerly and followed him into the left restroom, pulling the door shut and latching it. I'm six-two so the two of us pretty much filled the small chamber. Jojo put his hands on my head and pulled me down to his beautiful face. We French-kissed deeply for a couple of minutes, our hands all over each other's bodies. I moved around so I was leaning against the bulkhead instead of the door. I could see Jojo's back reflected opposite me in the mirror.
He undid my belt and opened my pants, which dropped around my ankles. He had some difficulty pulling down my shorts in the cramped quarters. He was pressed close to me and the end of my stiff cock got caught in the waistband. He finally managed to untangle me and pushed my shorts down to my ankles. He unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed his hands up and down my abs.
I unzipped his pants and was shocked to find he was wearing no underpants! "Do you always travel like this?" I smiled.
"Always!" he whispered, then laughed.
Jojo gently frigged my ardent cock with one hand and hefted my balls with the other. "Tell me what you were dreaming," he said. I did, which turned him on even more. "All of you? In the shower?" he asked.
I nodded and then kissed him lustily.
He bent down and started licking my cock, slipping his lips over and down the head, rubbing his tongue on my sweet spot. Then he turned around and steered my horny cock into his damp hole, moaning with pleasure right along with me as it easily glided home. "I wanted to feel you inside me when I saw how big you were. That's why I waked you up."
"Well, I very glad you did," I breathed hoarsely, smiling gratefully, I hoped.
He wiggled his hips back and forth a couple of times and then said, "Que bom! You are just what I want. You have to come see me in Rio. I'm off for two weeks after this trip. Do you have a place to stay already?"
Oh my god! I thought. I can't believe this. "Not really. I have a couple of names of hotels."
"You will stay with me then," he ordered, pushing himself completely onto my cock and bracing himself against the wall with his arms. I slid hands under his shirt and up to his taut nipples and pumped my eight inches in and out of him, letting his clutching muscles snag my cockhead so that it did not pop out. His ass was hot and tight.
"I want to kiss you while you fuck me," he said. "Let me turn around."
I moaned with pleasure as my dick popped out of his ass. I staggered forward, placing his butt on the sink sill, allowing him to wrap his legs all the way around me. I started arching my back and working my hips, plunging my trusty ramrod to the hilt, then pulling it out so only the head was lodged in his tight ass. He was very tight, especially in this position. His cock was uncut and thick, maybe a little over six inches long. It was very hard and arched up close to his chest. Then he pulled tight to my chest so that he could fuck my abs while I worked my big dick in and out of his ass.
Incredibly, he started to shake almost immediately. What a quick comer, or maybe my girth was sized just right for him. Anyway, he buried his mouth in my neck to stifle his ecstatic howls as he came hard and fast. The warm spurts of cum on my abs stirred my juices and I fired my juice explosively into him. He was so hot. God, it was fast and awesomely electrifying.
I pulled my cock out of him with regret. I usually like to fuck a little bit longer before I cum. I leaned over, burying my head in his lap, licking up the pearly drops as they oozed from his juicy cockhead. The friction of my tongue on his tender flesh set him off again. Jojo stuffed a fist in his mouth to bite off a shriek. Then he pushed me away and toweled himself off.
"No more now, Dino. What til Rio." I jacked the last few joyful drops out of my cock and wiped off with a couple of paper towels.
He zipped up his uniform pants and ran his fingers through his hair. I pulled up my pants and rezipped and rebelted, leaving my shirt partly unbuttoned. "You wait for me after customs out in front of the arrival hall. You stay with me until I fly out again in two weeks. Tudo bem?" He kissed me again and carefully unlatched the door. He opened it and peered out. "Tudo bem. Still no one is here," he whispered, as we stepped back into the cabin.
Jojo poured me a glass of fizzy water which I drank at one gulp. I took the can and finished that too. I kissed him and said, "Muito obrigado! You're fantastic, Jojo! That was absolutely spectacular!"
He smiled again. "Um pouco for me too," he said.
I made my way back to my seat, thinking that my old Dad sure knew what he was doing flying first class. Here I was a member of the Mile High Club and barely 21. I dozed off, waking up when the wheels touched the ground. * * *
Customs at Rio's International Airport went fast. It was early morning as I cashed some traveler's checks at one of the open kiosks. I rented a little three-wheeled cart for my two bags and pulled it outside. Jojo was already there waiting for me. We kissed like old friends, which in a way I guess we were.
"I'm so turned-on by you I can hardly wait til we get to your place," I whispered in his ear.
"You are so powerful, so handsome," he said. "You turn me on too. I love big blond men."
Jojo arranged a taxi at the stand and prepaid. I listened as he gave the driver directions to the Gloria district in Portuguese. "I live with another steward," he said.
"Will he be there," I asked.
"Not for a couple of days. I'll have you all to myself until then."
Chapter Two Glorious Apartment
Jojo's apartment was about halfway up a thirty story building. Even better it was on the bay side affording a spectacular view of Guanabara Bay and Sugarloaf. The sun was low in the sky, having risen as we traveled in from the airport.
He had two bedrooms, also on the bay side. I followed him into one of them with my bags. "I feel like taking a shower," I said. "How about you?"
"That's a great idea. Let's do it together."
"Okay," I said, putting down my bag and starting to undress. "You've got a wonderful view from here. This must be expensive."
"My papa helps some with the rent. He owns the building," he smiled.
I just smiled and shook my head. What a deal I had fallen into.
I stepped out of my clothes and walked to the window, watching the traffic on the boulevard below. Jojo walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest. He started kissing the nape of my neck and then licking me. It sent shivers up and down my spine and a powerful erection message to my cock. I reached backwards and pulled his body tight against mine.
"Let's do it in the shower," I said.
Hand in hand we went into the bathroom. The shower was one of those glass and marble cages that look great but are a bitch to keep clean. This one sparkled and was bathed in morning sun through the uncurtained window.
"This is just spectacular too." I was starting to sound boringly repetitive even to myself. I wondered what was another word for spectacular. Sensational, maybe. Jojo turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. His body was hard and trim. He was even more stunning with his clothes off. He was a real blond; did I mention that? He was about five eight. His chest had very little hair and was tipped with cherry red nipples. He laughed as I looked him up and down.
"Dino, come on in."
"I like to look before I leap," I said.
"Get in here. I want to feel you big and hard inside me again!"
"I can do that," I laughed as I stepped into the warm shower. He was all over me in a flash. Kneeling he grasped the base of my cock with one hand and my heavy balls with the other. He began licking the head of my cock, then tapping and flicking it with the red tip of his tongue. My cock is rather thick, but Jojo had no problem sucking it head first into his mouth and then pushing it through to his throat. I'm just shy of eight inches (exactly 20.1 centimeters from base to tip on the top side for you metric freaks) and he took every inch, humming so that his throat vibrated the sweet spot under my cockhead. He was giving me one hell of a blow job.
Coming up for air, he rocked back and forth, dragging his tightly pursed lips up and down the silky length of my adamant rod, breathing hard out the side of his mouth. He had one of my balls in each hand, rolling them gently between his thumbs and fingers.
I pushed his clinging mouth off my cock and pulled him to his feet. I French-kissed him deeply, stuffing my tongue far into his sweet-tasting mouth. I let him kiss me back. He reached down and steered my cock between his legs. Just like on the flight, he climbed aboard, wrapping his legs around my ass. I leaned back against the glass gingerly. He raised up and slid my ironhard cock into his ass.
Jojo bounced up and down lustily on my thick cock. The warm shower cascaded over his shoulders and down between us. He rubbed his hot, hard cock against my abs. He began panting, forcing himself down onto the extra thick base of my cock, then pulling himself up and free, moaning with passionate ecstasy, his clutching ass dragging the length of my cock until he jammed himself down again. He was doing something inside that felt really great too, pinching my sensitive cockhead when he had pushed as deep inside him as he could. His erect cock traced the length of pumped up abs.
Basically, I was just standing there while he jacked me and himself off with his clasping ass and my abs. I started barking uncontrollably with squeals of ecstasy. "I'm going to cum any second," I croaked.
"Bom! Me, too!" he shrieked. Then shivering and shaking he did. And I did, screaming hoarsely, that guttural cry of ultimate ecstasy as hot cum poured out of me into him. He shot white streams which clung warmly to my cheeks and neck and chest. We stood there locked into each other for a while savoring the aftershocks as muscles sporadically spasmed, the warm shower still streaming between us down our chests, washing the cum away.
He unhooked his ankles from my ass and placed his feet on the floor. I leaned back dragging my semi-hard cock out of him. He picked up the soap and started lathering his body. Then he started on mine. Together we lathered each other enjoying the dull touch of fingers and palms, after the violent buffing we had given our erogenous zones.
We rinsed off, turned off the water and left the glass cage. The towels were soft and fluffy. "I have a maid come in once a week," Jojo said. "Doesn't the place look neat!"
"Yeah," I answered, "And so do you. Let's get in bed and I'll give you a massage."
"Okay, but that's all for now. I'm too tired after the flight and that wonderful shower."
We went into the bedroom and pulled back the covers. The sheets were covered with pale yellow butterflies. "I love butterflies," said Jojo. "Do you?"
"I love anything you love," I answered diplomatically. The butterflies were in fact a bit much.
He lay down on his stomach and I began to massage his back and shoulders. Jesus, he had a fine body. I worked myself into another robust hard-on, but heeding his words I only touched him with my hands. After a while, I lay down beside him, jacking myself languorously, and we dozed off. * * *
I awoke groggily having essentially stayed up all night, my legs a little stiff from blowing my rocks twice standing up. My lower back was a little sore too. Jojo was still asleep, not having been able to sleep on the plane like I had. The clock read 15:00, so I had slept eight or nine hours. It was still bright outside.
I slid out of bed and got my shaving kit. I took a piss, relishing the rush of hot liquid flowing through my flaccid cock. I shaved and then brushed out my tail. I looked out the window at the still spectacular view of Guanabara Bay. I think Rio has the most beautiful scenery of any city I have ever seen. The sun was over the mountains on the back side of the building, casting long shadows eastward onto the bay.
I had really fallen into a bed of roses, thornless ones I hoped. My trip to Rio had already exceeded all my expectations and I hadn't even been here for 24 hours. I had found a place to stay. For free, I guess. I had found a stunningly beautiful guy who couldn't get enough of my cock. I had found a view of the harbor that was unsurpassed. Still naked, I went quietly through the bedroom and into the living room where I sat in one of the easy chairs and simply watched the boats cruising the bay through the big window.
After about an hour, I heard Jojo get up and go into the bathroom. He called my name and appeared in the doorway wearing a filmy robe. "Sorry I slept so long," he said. "How long have you been up?"
"About an hour. Don't worry about. What do you want to do?"
"I want to kiss you again. You are a very sexy man."
I got up and went to him. I pulled him gently to my chest and kissed his warm lips. He backed slowly into the bedroom and then turned me around so that I fell backward onto the bed. We elbowed our way to the middle of the messed up bed and once there he assumed my favorite of all positions, number 69. Taking my swiftly thickening erection into his mouth, he straddled my head with his thighs and pressed his hard cock against my lips. I tenderly grasped the halves of his ass in each hand and pulled him tight against my face. I let his cock slide through my lip and all the way into my mouth, as my nose stoked his damp hair. Closing my eyes, I extended my tongue, making it as wide as possible, and rubbed it against his dickhead inside my mouth.
At the same time he was languidly stuffing my hard cock all the way into his throat. This time he shook his head from side to side so that my cockhead rubbed the back of his throat against its sweet spot. I moaned that ecstatic moan that hopes the sensation will never ever cease, never flag.
I strummed his erect cock with my tongue and felt him moan onto my cock. I strummed faster and faster, enjoying the way I was causing him to rock back and forth on my tongue and nose. I pried his asscheeks apart and inserted the tips of my little fingers into his hot pucker, stimulating even greater writhing and downward pressure on my cock and my face.
I could go on like this for hours. Blow jobs are extremely exciting to me, but I almost never cum unless I get jacked off at the same time. I need hard pressure on my cockhead to blow my load. Jojo, on the other hand, had started cumming to beat the band. He was pumping salty liquor in regular surges into my mouth. Every time he pulled my cock out of his mouth to take a breath, he was shrieking quiet thrilling cries of thirsty lust. Then he would plunge him mouth back down over my cock, vibrating it with his muffled screams, as he forced it deep into his throat. What I am trying to say is I don't really know how long this went on.
I do know I finally begged Jojo to jack my cock, holding just the head in his hot mouth. He flicked the sweet spot with the bottom of his tongue and alternately stretched the cockskin down tight and hard across the head and up constricting my balls within their taut scrotum. It couldn't have taken more than five or six pumps before I exploded into his mouth. He sucked hard and swallowed most of my hot, salty load. We were both slick with sweat. A delicious musky scent filled the air.
Jojo released my cock and rolled over on his back. I sat up and then lay down beside him, holding one of his hands in mine. We lay there several minutes savoring the afterglow of our lusty passion and the erotic presence and aroma of each other. He got up and went in the bathroom to take a quick shower. He called when he was finished and I took a shower too.
By now it was nearly 18:00. "Today is Terça-feira, Tuesday," he said. "Do you know what that means?"
"No."
"It's bike night. Hundreds of people ride their bikes to Ipanema and back along the beach. I do it every week I'm in town."
"Do you have your own bike?"
"No, I rent one. You can rent one too."
"That sounds like fun," I answered. "Let's do it."
Chapter Three Bike Night
When Jojo said hundred of Cariocas went to Bike Night, he really meant thousands. What had started merely as a few bike riders enjoying the evening, now had Diet Coke for a sponsor, volunteers directing traffic and several thousand participants. It was like Carnival for two hours each Tuesday night from 21:30 to 23:30. Then everyone would go to dinner.
We rented our bikes which were basic, well used Vargas two-wheelers. Precisely at 21:30 the crowd mounted the bikes as one and tried to start pedaling at once. The on-time arrival of so many Cariocas amazed Jojo. He told me that no one was on time for anything in Rio except Bike Night.
We started down the avenue tracking Praia de Flamingo. The planned route then followed the Copa, Ipanema and returned. I hadn't ridden a bike for a while and quickly got separated from Jojo. We yelled back and forth to each other through the intervening riders. At Botafogo, I lost sight of him all together.
I had taken a pocket map of Rio and decided to take the short cut to Ipanema through Lagoa and watch for Jojo there. I pedaled off the bike route past the traffic policeman who yelled something which I couldn't understand. Maybe I should have stopped.
The traffic thinned out as I pedaled up and down the low hills, pausing under the occasional street light to check my map. I came to the top of one more rise and I could see the lights of Ipanema Beach in the distance down the hill and across the lake. It was a beautiful view. The next thing I knew I was flying head over heels and slammed my head into something very hard.
Even now I don't really know what happened. When I came to, my money and running shoes were gone and so was the rental bike. Luckily I had left my wallet back at the apartment, so I didn't lose anything really vital, at least not there.
I sat up in the dark alley, woozy from cracking my head. There was neither traffic nor people anywhere within sight. Even more confusing, I was not on the same street where I had crashed and my map was gone. From deeper in the alley, I could hear the strains of eerie music which fascinated me. I walked slowly down the alley and through the shadows pursuing toward the exotic sounds. My bare feet were cold and very sensitive to the rough pavement.
After fifty steps or so I reached a decrepit storefront where the music was emanating from a boarded up window. I peered through a crack in the boards and saw an incredible scene: people whirling slowly round and round, dancing with snakes in their hands, all in all a weird and unsettling scene. I was inexorably drawn towards the music, compelled to seek its source.
I approached the storefront's door and knocked. A small window opened and someone looked me over. "You have come as I predicted," said the invisible figure in soft Portuguese. "Enter of your own free will."
Enter of my own free will? Had I understood that right? What the hell did that mean, I wondered? My head was throbbing. I had trouble forming the Portuguese words: "I had a bike accident down the road. I was robbed. Can I get a drink? Can I use your phone?"
The door swung open revealing an extraordinarily well-built, youthful man wearing nothing but a few black feathers over his pubes. His jet black hair was cut close to his head, quite indistinct in the dim light. A medium-sized snake curled around his leg. When he moved aside to let me enter, I realized the snake wasn't real. It was some kind of tattoo.
"Enter of your own free will. Then anything is possible," he answered.
I went in. The man closed and locked the door behind me. He said, "I am Dom Vara. Follow me, please." I could barely hear him over the driving music and the rhythmic beat of stomping feet from the next room. I followed him upstairs. He paused at the top of the stairs and then led me into a sitting room with a bar. He shut the door and aimed me at a chair next to the circular bar sitting in the center of the room. We were directly over the music and the dancers.
"I really need a drink of water, bottled water if you have it. I'm very thirsty," I said.
Dom Vara opened a bottle of beer and handed it to me. I chugged it down, the cold liquid refreshing and dulling at once. I rubbed the aching bump on my head. "Do you have any aspirin?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Something better. Much better!" he said. "Juice of the cashew fruit with a very special liquor. A cure for your troubles, your headache."
"Is that maracuja?" I asked, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about.
He half-nodded and silently stepped behind the bar. I watched him fill a glass two thirds of the way up with a golden liquid from a beautiful white porcelain bottle decorated with red bats. He uncorked a jet-black, vaguely phallus-shaped flask and poured in a couple of measures of purple fluid. He mixed the two with a long-handled spoon and brought it around to me.
"Drink it all down at once," he said. "It is very bitter, so do not pause."
I marveled again at the tautness of his muscle definition as he handed me the glass, muscles flexing back and forth in his arm and chest. I took it and after sniffing its acrid fumes chugged it down without further hesitation. Anything to get rid of the pounding pressure, throbbing in my skull. The mixture left an incredibly bad taste on my tongue.
From here until much later, I have only vague recollections of what the hell went on. I am doing my best to tell what I saw happen.
The drink hit me like the proverbial ton of very big bricks. Not only could I not feel my headache, I couldn't feel anything else either! I could barely lift my arms and I couldn't remember a single word of Portuguese. Worse, I couldn't understand a word of it any more either. The liquid had some powerful hypesthetic effect on me, dulling every sense.
Dom Vara came over and jabbered something at me. I nodded glassy eyed, afloat on a cloud, basically totally zonked. I watched him get some rope from behind the bar and loop it through a ring in the ceiling directly above my chair. He tied one end firmly around my wrists and hoisted me up by the arms until I could barely touch my toes to the ground. He secured the other end to the bar rail. I could do nothing to protest. I didn't care. I felt nothing. I hung there limply, merely a spectator on these events.
He took a long knife from the bar and cut apart my shirt, stripping the pieces from my body. He sliced my trousers down the outside seams. He pulled the belt out of its loops and my pants became a puddle at my feet. He sliced up my undershorts, totally exposing me. I was strung up, helpless and naked in front of him, insensate.
He pushed the chair from behind me off to one side. Turning his back, he unfastened the thong holding up his feather monokini, placing it carefully on the bar. His buttock muscles were as dramatically sculpted as the rest of his body. I gazed at the snake tattoo now. Somehow the fact that it was about two inches wide and wound three times around his right thigh submerged into my consciousness. The tail nestled at the back of his knee. The tattoo itself was light brown with dark brown arrowhead-shaped markings paired irregularly along its length.
Dom Vara turned to face me. The tattoo continued from his thigh across his lower abdomen and down his wide cock! His cock, for Chrissakes! The snake was so wide and so was his cock! And the snake had its mouth open with yellow eyes and fangs engraved far down each side of his cock. Its triangular head and ocher yellow tongue ended at the base of Dom Vara's uncut cockhead. God, that must have hurt being stenciled on. The snake appeared to be about to swallow his cockhead. The entire top-side of his cock was decorated with the light brown tattoo!
As Dom Vara moved closer I perceived the first clear external sensation since I chugged down the bitter elixir. It was the whiff of some incredibly provocative smell. My mouth started to water and I involuntarily licked my numb lips, the first movement I had been able to make. The dizzying provocation of the smell sank down my torso collecting in my cock spurring a rapidly stiffening erection. My entire cockhead tingled like it was being stroked with a some incredibly delicate feather. Dom Vara moved next to me and the phenomenally lusty smell grew much stronger. It was coming from him. He walked slowly around me encircling me in the cloying miasma of his thick scent, inspecting every inch of my helplessly hanging, immobilized body, muttering unintelligible Portuguese. He stopped in front of me and admired the now ardent hypertrophy of my tall-standing cock.
Dom Vara opened his mouth and slowly extended his tongue. As it reached his chin, the tongue tip forked into two parts which undulated independently. He extruded his tongue a shocking ten inches down his chest.
He flicked it wetly across my cheeks, his touch stunning me with stinging pain, his spittle throwing some chemical switch in my skin so that it became hyperesthetic, extremely sensitized to his touch.
His tongue lashed me again, this time on my lips. The dampness of his spittle was cool on my cheeks. Through the fog of sensations I realized that it wasn't pain I was sensing but the most exquisitely intense pleasure I had ever encountered. With that marvelous touch of his tongue, the sweet spot at the base of my cockhead had expanded to engross every inch of my flesh. He flicked his tongue across my taut nipples setting off an overpowering surge of ecstasy up and down my body. I flashed very hot and immediately blew my load of pearly jism all over his hairless, muscular chest, trying but failing to scream at the top of my lungs through my wide open mouth. Not even a croak would come out of my throat.
I watched his tongue split into five or six finger-long segments with which he lapped up the cum glistening on his chest. After ingesting the last drop, he leaned over. His prehensile tongue encircled my cock like a velvet glove. He began jacking me off with it. I came gloriously, exquisitely in seconds, this time spurting cum onto his face and into his mouth. This too he meticulously lapped up.
He caressed my balls, plying them with the supple tips of his tongue, causing me to writhe wildly in incredibly intense pleasure. Involuntary reflex yanked my balls hard and tight against the base of my now hyperinflated cock. Once more I tried to scream to quench some of the unbearably sensual pressure, but could not.
Somehow I managed to twist myself to one side moving my balls out of reach of the questing fronds of his tongue. This set me to rotating slowly back and forth. In the euphoria set off by the touch of his flicking tongue I had raised my feet which left me suspended in space. I could not make myself put my feet back down.
Dom Vara stepped back and watched me twirl slowly back and forth in front off him. I became mesmerized by the yellow snake eyes tattooed on his cock.
I could not take my eyes off it. His cock slowly and grandly rose, thickening, taking on a life of its own. The snake wrapped around Dom's leg crawled off his thigh and completely onto his cock, becoming his cock, raising itself ominously above the level of my eyes. The goddam snake was three or four feet long and a couple of inches thick. Dom Vara's swollen cockhead still jutted applelike out of the snake's mouth.
Without appearing to flex any of his well-defined muscles, Dom Vara bent the supple snake that was his cock and snapped it whiplike across the short distance separating us, as if the snake would impale its fangs in my flesh. He snapped his grotesquely long cock across my thighs, my cock, my balls, my buttocks, as I rotated slowly back and forth in front of him, leaving searingly hot, lustrous dots each place his cockhead tattooed me. Each touch of his striking snake drove me mad, exquisite pleasure emanating continuously from the point where I was hit jangling every nerve in my frenzied body. Every muscle in my body contracted to its limit as tidal wave after tidal wave of electrifying lust surged inside me. I could not form a single word as I tried to beg him to stop. I could barely draw a breath. I had become a giant cock, myself, a fabulous giant sweet spot coating my body. I spurted more hot jism onto Dom's abdomen.
Dom Vara's prehensile cock insinuated itself around one of my arms. It stopped my twirling. The aroma of his body was deliciously overpowering. I wanted to throw myself on him or into him or lick or touch him, but I still could hardly move.
He walked behind me and insinuated his cock between my legs. It snaked into my anus, spreading my tight bud as it sprung fingers of its own and pried its way in. His cock soon found my prostate bulb and fondled it with two or three long fingers that had been jammed up my butt. I watched myself shoot cum three or four feet across the room as I silently screamed in still unsatiated rapture.
Dom Vara did not stop there. Somehow he kept his cock fingers jammed in my butt grappling with my prostate and at the same time made the rest of it creep up my abdomen. He snaked his cock around mine, constrictor-like. It slithered up my chest and there was enough of it left to compellingly caress my lips.
Up to this point, only Dom Vara's cock and tongue had touched me. And everywhere I was touched I was now cumming continuously. I vibrated with horny, unrelieved tension having no control at all over my mental or physical faculties, every muscled clenched and my cock spewing cum. Dom Vara extended his cock the last few inches through my readily accepting widely-spread lips.
The snake that was his cock began an amazing surging motion that simultaneously cuddled my prostate, jammed my anus, jacked my cock and coaxed my lips and tongue with velvet rapture. His cockhead spit tiny drops of dazzling elixir into my sucking mouth, hypersensitizing every place it touched.
If I had any fuses, they would have blown. If I had been one second older, my heart valves would have failed, such was the ferocity of the rush this surging motion set off across every nerve in my already ecstatic body. I came without ceasing, believing I would never feel anything more sublime, agonizingly unable to achieve relief no matter how much cum I pumped from my cock.
Then he touched me. He simply placed his fingers and thumbs onto my nipples. Like undamped feedback the rushing fury escalated even another level high in a tsunami of ceaseless rapture. We stood there for I don't know how long with Dom Vara flexing his inhumanly long snake-like cock in its incredible contortions. I fired cum everywhere, surging on and on and on and when the cum was all gone, and it eventually was, I kept on pumping air. Every muscle in my body was taut except for the pulsing bulb at the base of my cock. Every sinew was bulging. I was on fire with pure unadulterated, exquisitely pleasurable, unquenchable, all-consuming voracious passion.
Virtually the last thing I remember of this bizarre ordeal was the superbly sweet sensation of his cum spilling across my tongue, overfilling my mouth. I swallowed the copious flow, it warmed my throat and stomach, the surfeit hotly spilling down my lips in thick white strands onto my chest and abs. He must have pumped at least a quart of his pearly fluid into me before I could bear no more ecstasy and faded into unconsciousness.
In fragments, I vaguely remember seeing the dancers and the snakes up close again but I don't know how or where. I seem to recall Dom Vara wrapping his arms around me from behind and using his cock to nab one of the snakes. He brought it hissing next to me. I watched helplessly as it plunged its fangs into the sweet spot beneath the head of my hypertrophied, super-hard, cum-spent but still thickly erect cock and then I blacked out completely, screaming silently.
Chapter Four O Pesadelaño
I struggled groggily back to consciousness, recovered from the hypesthetic effect of the drink given me by Dom Vara. I opened my eyes and lifted my head. I was tied to the bed, a gold braid around each wrist and ankle, lashed to the bedposts. I jerked when I saw the small brown snake wrapped around my thigh, its head resting on my cock. I tried to shake it off and then realized it was a tattoo, smaller but otherwise identical to that adorning Dom Vara.
I stared in shock at my body. What had happened to me? How did I get the snake tattoo? Every muscle stood out in bas relief just like on Dom Vara. Somehow every inch of fat had been seared from my frame as I slept. My stomach and abdomen were incredibly well sculpted, something I had tried to achieve several times with only moderate success. I flexed the muscles in my arms and thighs unused to the heaviness of the muscle.
The bed was positioned equidistant between the side walls in a small windowless room. A dirty skylight admitted a dusky glow. Was it daylight? The door in the wall at the bottom of the bed opened and in came Dom Vara again wearing his black feather monokini. "Are you feeling better? Is your headache gone?" he asked in Portuguese.
I could understand! That was progress. "What happened to me?" I demanded forming the Portuguese fluently. "Why am I tied up here?"
"You came in here of your own free well, senhor. What is your name?"
"Free will?! You drug me and tattoo me and, I don't know, rape me! I am tied up here. This is not free will."
"I said, 'Enter here of your own free will.' After that you are mine, my pesadeleño," said Dom Vara softly. "Did you not find your time with me enjoyable? What is your name?"
"My name is Dino. Yes, my time with you, as you call it, was enjoyable. It was spectacularly enjoyable. I have never felt such pleasure. How did you do that with your cock, your pauzjo de cobra?"
"You are here to learn of this, to learn to do this. Look at your pauzjo. You have already made much progress. Another time or two with me and you will surpass me. You started out younger than me. It is foretold that you will surpass me."
"Surpass you? What for? Why choose me?"
"Dino, my dear pesadeleño, you chose me. You came in of your own free will. It was foretold that a gringo would enter of his own free will to partake of our celebration."
"What is the celebration about?"
"We are an ancient clan, here before the white man came. At each equinox, we dance with our fer-de-lances and celebrate the pesadelo. You know of the fer-de-lance, a most deadly snake unless romanced properly. I carry the special seed of the pesadelo and about every twenty years I am able to engender a new one, a pesadeleño. It is that time and you have chosen yourself to ride with my young one, grow old with it. Like all my offspring, you can carry the special seed, but only if properly nourished now. That is why you are in here. Otherwise, you will live only about five years and die, exhausted, before your time."
Oh my god! I thought. What have I stumbled into. A snake cult? A surrogate father? Or mother? Is any of this true? Tears came to my eyes. "I'm not sure I want this weirdness. Is there no cure? Is it permanent?"
"There is no way I know to reverse the process once you have tasted my seed which you have now done. You may choose to live long or you may choose not to. Those are your only choices."
No way he knows of, I thought. Maybe there is a way he does not know of. "How old are you?" I asked, as I again admired his strikingly muscled body.
"I am very old. I am not sure, but at least 160 years old. You are my eighth pesadeleño."
"160 years old! Are you immortal? What happened to the others."
"I am not immortal, but I do not know when I will die. As for my others, when I was young I did not know how to nurture them. Only the last two have survived past the first five years." Dom Vara paused as tears welled in his soft eyes. "These two I nourished with my soul and heart, but they both died horribly in a fire set by some evil men. After the fire it was foretold that my next pesadeleño would be a gringo who would enter of his own free will."
I reflected for a bit on Dom Vara's words. Long life or no life, I would look for my own solutions. I would take his nurturing, become his pesadeleño. "Well, Dom Vara, with those two choices there is no choice. I will submit to your nurturing. I will learn all you have to teach."
Dom Vara smiled wistfully. "I will get the potion, then, and we will begin again." He left the room, returning a couple of minutes later with a glass about one-third full of the golden liquid in one hand and the jet-black phallus flask. He poured in the purple fluid filling the glass with the mixture and swirled it.
"What is that stuff?" I asked.
"It is a mixture of the seed of the fer-de-lance suspended in his denatured venom softened with arraris herb. It is very bitter."
"I heard this part before."
I lifted my head and Dom Vara poured the liquid down my throat.
Like the first time my memory is imprecise. The second dose of this stuff suffused itself instantly throughout my body bringing on the same strong hypesthesia. I could not move or feel anything again. I watched from suspended animation as Dom Vara carefully removed his monokini. His unaroused snake couldn't have been more than six inches long but it was quite wide.
Unable to form a coherent thought, I simply absorbed sensations and sights, not reacting to them, at least not yet.
Dom Vara untied my hands and feet. My limbs flopped uselessly on the bed. I was completely dead weight.
His closeness brought back that delicious provocative odor. And as if by his conscious action, it suddenly got stronger. My mouth began to water and my cock felt very strange. I lowered my eyes and was astonished to see my little snake crawling onto my cock, turning into my cock. It was maybe half the size of Don Vara's pauzjo de cobra, but it was giant by any human standard, maybe two feet long and two inches wide. My snake had the same hypnotic yellow eyes. Dom Vara and I watched as it crawled completely onto my cock.
He opened his mouth and extended his long tongue, the ends splitting into small finger-like projections. He touched my cockhead gently with his tongue, but it didn't matter how gently he did it. A searing flash of exquisite pleasure ignited at the flick of his tongue rushing the length of my cock, slamming into my balls and prostate. I fired my first load right back in his face. He frigged my cockhead with his tongue as if stroking the snake. Again his spit sent ravaging waves of ecstasy throughout my body. I couldn't stop cumming, expelling pearly drops of cum all over his tongue, cheeks and lips.
He released my cock and the surge slowed to strong aftershocks. He carefully licked my cum from his face. His own snake had started to crawl onto his cock. I watched in paralyzed astonishment as the snake left his thigh and raised his cock above his head. He allowed it to peck at me cobra-like leaving searing spots of his precum on my chest, spasming the muscles there, causing me to shiver in uncontrollable rapture.
He extended his tongue and began licking my downy chest. Like the precum, his saliva was searingly hot and hypererotic. I tried to scream in ecstasy and could not. He flicked my taut nipples, contracting my entire chest and abdomen into a muscle so tight it could have been marble. As his chest rubbed against my snake, I shot my load all over him. I gloried in the wanton aroma of his body odor combined with the muskiness of my cum.
He tongued my lips making them grow red hot with pleasure. He inserted his tongue deep into my throat. I managed a cough as he explored his way to my vocal cords. My entire throat was cumming before he withdrew. I managed to follow with my own tongue willing it to split to grab his erotic flesh. Somehow it did. Interlaced with his tongue, he used it to pull mine out of my mouth. We both sought my cum on his chest. We untwined and licked his chest clean. I tasted his sweat which was the marvelously pheromonic aphrodisiac of which I was partaking. It set off involuntary spasms in my prostate and balls, blowing another load onto Dom Vara and some of my copious burst dripped from him onto me.
Dom Vara's snake began to nuzzle mine. He placed his fingers on my nipples completing the feedback loop reinforcing my already unsurpassable pleasure with his own rapture. I could feel what he was feeling and at the same time distinguish what I was feeling. It is impossible to describe the sheer ecstasy of it.
He wound his cock around mine like a caduceus, his of course nearly twice as long. The touch of his fingers and cock blew me away. I came continuously and like the last time kept coming even after I was empty of fluid, pumping air out the end of my cock in ecstatic intense contractions of insatiable pleasure.
At last he inserted his large cockhead into my mouth, still entwining my own cock with the rest of his. He bent over and took my cockhead in his mouth. I had thought I could not reach a higher plane of pleasure, but the combination of his sucking on my empty spasming cockhead and the spurting of his hot elixir into my welcoming mouth and down my throat fed back through his fingers, amplified and recirculated through both our nervous systems - I simply could not take the pleasure. I gulped his cum and passed out again.
I returned to consciousness lying unbound in the bed. Dom Vara was gone, but my snake had not yet returned to my thigh. I was able to lower my head slightly and began to lick my tender cockhead. I split my tongue and frigged the sweet spot, causing my balls to draw up reflexively against the base of my cock. I was shot dry, but my dry cumming was spectacular anyway.
Dom Vara returned carrying a fer-de-lance with his cock. I inhaled his magnificent odor which made me want to cum in every cell as he lifted the reptile toward my cockhead. It struck sinking both fangs into the sweet spot at the base of my cockhead and I fainted dead away in ecstasy of its stinging strike.
Chapter Five Snake Dancing
The room was dark when I woke up this time. Very dim light leaked in from the skylight above. I was untied and quickly became alert. My eyes quickly adjusted to the low light so much so that the room had appeared to brighten although there was no light.
I was nude on the bed. That wonderfully stimulating smell was very close. I rubbed my fingers into my armpit and sniffed them. It was me! Now I was exuding pheromonic aphrodisiac sweat. The sniff wakened the snake which began crawling onto my cock. I reached down to touch but felt nothing but my hot cock as the snake crawled under my caressing fingers.
It was much thicker now, maybe three inches across. It was much longer too. The snake crawled all the way onto my cock and extended itself over my head. I grasped it firmly in my hands marveling at the supple musculature that propelled it.
My cock wrapped itself around my hands and pressed its head against my lips. Unconsciously, I opened my mouth. It insinuated its head entirely in my mouth sparking thrilling surges of ecstasy. It worked itself back and forth, dribbling the same overpowering drops of precum with which Dom Vara had hypersensitized the inside of my mouth. My lips pressed tightly against the lissome flesh of the snake sucking on the sweet spot. I came suddenly spurting cum into my own mouth, setting off an incredibly gush of pleasure in my cheeks and throat. They seemed to cum on their own.
The ends of my fingers had thickened. Where I touched my cock with them, I experienced the same feedback of ecstasy I had felt when Dom Vara touched my nipples.
My cock unwound itself from my hands and the snake started retreating onto my thigh. I swirled my cum in my mouth, surprised at the change in taste. Where it had been salty before, it was now almost sweet.
The door opened. Dom Vara entered carrying a well-shaded lantern. Even so it was very bright. "Good evening," he said. "I trust you slept well."
"Yes. My snake has grown to full size. I gave myself a blow job."
"You must be careful not to lose yourself with such. It is very hard to stop once you start."
"Okay. I must still be a little tired. What's next?"
"Your progress has been very rapid. You will join us in the snake dance and learn to carry the fer-de-lance. First, though, you must swallow this last drink." He put down the lantern. He picked up the jet-black vaguely phallus shaped flask and the glass from the previous time. He filled it undiluted to the top with the purple fluid.
"Won't this zonk me out again? How can I dance zonked out?"
"You will be slow but mobile this time. You are building up a tolerance both for this and for the snake bite."
I remembered the snake sinking its fangs into my cock, the sheer ecstasy of the memory almost made me pass out again.
Dom Vara handed me the glass. I sat up and downed the fluid. He was right. The effect on me was different this time even with the stronger dose. Instead of feeling nothing, my entire body turned into a giant cock instantly. My sweet spot occupied every inch of my flesh instead of just the square inch of the back of my cock.
The snake started crawling onto my cock once more swiftly raising my cockhead above my own head. I stood up feeling powerful in my new well-muscled body, my cock thick and erect in front of me. I willed it to strike at Dom Vara's right nipple. In a flash it did, leaving a smear of precum on his chest. He quickly undid his feather monokini placing it on the table at the end of the bed.
His own snake was erecting quickly. Between the two of us the room reeked with the exhilarating and stimulating odor of our sweat. My cock was now longer and thicker than his, although only a couple of inches or so. We stood cock to cock. The two snakes wound around each other in a simulation of a mating dance. The two cockheads were level with our lips. We pressed our fingers to each other's chest, grasping the nipples, closing the feedback loop.
I took one cockhead in my lips and the Dom took the other. Such was the strength of the sensation fed back through our fingers to each other that I don't know whether I was sucking on my own cock or Dom Vara's. We came about the same time, setting off a paroxysm of pleasure rippling up and down our snake-cocks, clenching every muscle in my powerful body.
I felt like I had swallowed a quart of cum again before the cockhead left my lips. I was tremendously invigorated by the encounter.
Our snakes unwound but remained fully erect. Dom Vara led the way downstairs. The eerie music and stomping was still active there. We entered the room where I now saw that everyone was naked. Men and women alike held a fer-de-lance in their hands and twirled slowly with them.
We approached one. Dom Vara used his supple cock to collar the hissing reptile removing it from a beautiful woman's hands. He brought the snake to me where he bumped it against my cockhead until it struck sinking its fangs into my sweet spot.
I came on the spot spurting cum profusely.
"Take the snake with your cock," said the Dom.
I willed my cock to encircle the snake which it quickly did. I now had it by the neck. I turned with it to Dom Vara and bumped the reptile against his cockhead, causing it to strike him just as it did me. Dom Vara spurted cum like a fountain with a look of intense rapture on his handsome face.
We both exuded the pheromonic odor which I found so stimulating. The nearby woman approached me. She grabbed my snake with both hands launching ecstatic shocks up and down my cock. She began wildly licking, kissing and sucking the snake concentrating on its flat head and my cockhead.
She released my cock and got down on all fours. "Please, senhor, please," she begged me. Begging for I don't know what.
I went behind her. My cock bent down and rubbed itself against her nether lips. It sprouted little fingers which pried apart the lips and massaged them. My cockhead inserted itself first into her cunt and then into her anus. It grew two substantial cock-shaped appendages which plunged themselves completely into her, one in her slick pussy and the other in her tight ass. The rest of my cock nuzzled its way up her chest between her tits until my cockhead was rubbing against her cheek.
The frenzied stroking of the two cock appendages in her lower openings caused her to buck and scream. It was wildly exciting to me as well. I knelt down behind her and reached around to her pendulous breasts taking one in each hand completing the circuit between my cock and her body. My cockhead gorged itself on her tongue and crept totally inside her mouth. The utter ecstasy of my feeding back to her what I was feeling started her cumming. That in turn caused me to shoot my hot load into her sucking mouth.
My cock began a rapturous undulating motion driving the two cock members in and out of her cunt and ass and swirling my cockhead deep in her mouth. I sensed Dom Vara behind me. I felt his cock insinuate itself into my butthole, pulsing my prostate. I came with even more violence. The rest of his cock pushed its way hotly between me and the woman until his cockhead appeared in front of my lips.
I opened my mouth and welcomed the delicious taste of Dom Vara's precum. I was screaming loudly in ecstasy now myself, vibrating the sensitive skin of his exposed cockhead, trying to impale myself on it. He touched my sides with his fingers opening up to my senses the ecstasy he was feeling and absorbing himself the exquisite pleasure I was sampling. I could distinguish all three centers of ecstasy.
The woman's constant coming in her jam-packed cunt and butthole radiated in strong surging waves up and down her body punctuated by the delight of the taste of my sweet cum on her tongue, the velvety softness of my cockhead on her palate, and the overpoweringly stimulating smell of my pheromonic sweat.
Dom Vara was screaming as he sampled our ecstasy wildly writhing as I allowed his cockhead to plunge deep into my throat and clenched his cock member with my muscular asshole.
Every square inch of my body was coming. Dom Vara's cock was playing havoc kneading my prostate. My throat was cumming urged on by the size of his cockhead and the intense flavor of his cum, which was now surging into me. My cock and its two members were pumping gloriously into the woman generating wave after tidal wave of orgonic energy.
How long we stayed plugged in I am not sure. I know I pumped dry again and so did Dom Vara. I swallowed most of his cum and felt the comfortable toasty feeling of it spilling down my throat warming my belly. He pulled back first and then I disengaged from the woman who collapsed in a faint.