BRAZILIAN INDIAN 1 by Jorge Alvarez
I needed some peace of mind to get on with my writing. My friend Guilherme let me have his beach house in a remote place in Northeastern Brazil for a few weeks. I was greeted there by Poty, the young housekeeper, a true Brazilian Indian.
Poty tells me he's 18. He grew up in a nearby village of the Potiguara tribe, the last native Brazilians remaining on the coast -- all the other Tupy tribes have been decimated by disease and massacres since the Portuguese arrived five centuries ago.
He's a beautiful young man, 5'10, very strong in a lean muscular way developed through real hard work, not work-out. Straight black hair, dark almond eyes, a full mouth always smiling, gleaming white teeth, loose-limbed and quick, quiet and alert, Poty is Grossao's idea of a dreamboat.
I spend my days writing and cooking my own meals. Poty is always around, working the grounds, cleaning the house, looking gorgeous in his tight shorts and T-shirt. He brings me fresh coconuts that he cuts so I can drink their delicious water.
I watch as he climbs rapidly up the many coconut palms, his large feet and strong legs wrapped around the trunk, his wonderful butt sticking out, heaving in the effort to go up there to get me more coconuts to drink from. He's a wonder.
In the afternoon, when he's done, before returning to his village, he dives in the surf and swims vigorously, calling me to follow him. We have a great time bodysurfing the low waves along the curving crescent of this blessed white beach. I'm in heaven.
One day I ask him:
"Poty, I like to swim naked. Would you mind?"
"No, not at all. I like that too".
So we get rid of our shorts and plunge in the warm water bare-assed, playing like kids, splashing water on each other. Poty is happy as a puppy, his gorgeous ass now exposed. His skin is bronzed all over, dark and golden, hairless and taut, blindingly beautiful. He knows I'm horny for his butt and he likes teasing me, showing off the awesome twin globes that make my mouth water and make Grossao leak gallons of precum.
I notice that Poty glances at my own body whenever he can. He seems hypnotized by my big black dick, even limp as it is now, hunging low against my large hairy balls. Poty's penis looks as tiny as his childish testicles. Perfect. I'm sure that he's curious about my giant black cock. He can't hide it.
One late afternoon, I'm lying on the hammock, on the porch, looking at the sunset, and I see Poty an all fours, scrubbing the deck floor. He hasn't put his shorts back on. He's stark naked, back turned to me, his big ass swaying in the rythm of his scrubbing. I get a hardon. He knows I'm watching and he gives me a little show, wagging his tail. The Indian boy is playing with fire.
"Come on, Poty, stop that. You can scrub the floor tomorrow. Come lie here with me and watch the sunset".
He approaches, looks at my naked body, my big hardon, and smiles shyly.
"Can I really come in with you?"
"Yeah, come here. There's room for two".
It's actually quite tight in the hammock, our bodies are smashed against each other, and soon his small hard dick crashes against my big one. I put my arm around his strong shoulder and press him against me. Our eyes lock and I see the desire in his earnest, sweet gaze. Our lips and tongues are mashed together, in a deep, passionate kiss.
"You know how much I want you, don't you, boy?"
"Yes. I want you too".
"You have been with men before, haven't you?"
"Yes, in the men's house at the village, when I was younger. Each boy has to sleep with all the men, but we're not supposed to like it. It's like a trial, that's how we become grown-ups".
"But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did. But since then, I haven't had much..."
"You like my big black dick?"
"Yeah, it's amazing, so huge! Can I touch it?"
"Be my guest!"
Poty gets frisky, like a puppy with a new big bone. He curls his awesome body to reach Grossao and opens his mouth wide to devour my giant cock. He looks at me all the while, to see how I respond to his expert cocksucking. I moan in delight, my eyes glazed over. I'm in heaven. My dream Indian boy is sucking my dick.
"Hey! Go slowly... Take your time, boy, there's no rush... You're so sweet, Poty, so lovely... I'm going crazy for you... Oh my, how you suck that dick, like it's the last thing left on earth..."
Poty disgorges my cock with a loud PLOP!
"Not the last, the first! I love your dick above anything else, Grossao, give it to me, I want it to be mine, forever".
"OK, it's all yours, now go back to work".
I look at the sun setting on the ocean, the sky now all saffron and crimson, streaked with blue and green, the white sand glistening... I feel the soft breeze caressing us, the hammock rocking under the urge of Poty's eager cocksucking, and I have to thank God for all these blessings.
When I cum, deep in his gullet, I yell in bliss, I shout in triumph, my cock deeply embbeded in the young Indian's throat, feeding him the black man's seed, Africa and America now wed in one single, heaving body, linked by my dick in his mouth, my hands on his gorgeous head, my legs wrapped around his strong shoulders.
"Grossao...", he wakes me up from my slumber. "Don't you want to fuck my ass?"
"What do you think, baby?"
"I think you do. Just as much as I want it. Although you're too big... I'm afraid it's gonna hurt".
"You can take it if you really want it".
"Yeah, but first let's get a shower".
We go inside the house, into the bathroom, to take a long shower. I wash Poty's gorgeous bottom, kneel down to worship his glorious buns, stick my tongue in his welcoming fuckhole, get him ready for the main act.
Poty lies belly down, back on the hammock, resting his handsome head on the pillow, looking back at me. I admire the perfect curves of his backside, the strong back, knotted with muscles, his powerful legs and big, beautiful feet. He's all man, and he's all mine.
First I open his legs, kneeling between the strong thighs. I slide my hands along his back, reaching the powerful shoulders, then slide them back down to his quivering buttocks. He moans softly when I dig my fingers into the tender flesh, the smooth, bronzed skin, the glutes that flex under my touch and respond to my desire heaving with lust.
I press my hands against his thighs and go up, massaging the butt cheeks, feeling their power, the luscious mounds of flesh throbbing under me, and I open the twin melons, looking deep into the valley between them, into the object of my desire, the tight rosebud, dark and moist, blinking furiously in the darkness.
O olho do cu, the eye of the ass, we call it in Brazil. The most intimate and private recess in a man's body. The most precious thing he has to offer his lover, his fucker. The eye that opens up to see the essence of male sex: the huge penis that is coming in to blast the asshole apart and turn it into a heavenly manpussy.
A male cunt. That's what Poty is offering me, his secret treasure, the well fucked hole that qualified him as a grown-up after all the men in his village had shoved their cocks up his ass, making him cry in pain at first, then learn to enjoy it, and finally cum with them, finding the awesome pleasure of buttfucking at its rawest, deepest level.
That said, it's now time for Grossao to finally fuck the boy. Get on with it!
Is there anything more horny than a big black cock being shoved up a tight smooth ass? I press the head of my dick against Poty's boyhole and shove it in. It's tighter than I expected. Those Indians have small dicks, so the fact that he was fucked a lot when he was younger doesn't mean much.
Poty yells in pain when I finally breach his first line of defense. There's still a long way to go until the full 13 inches are buried in his ass, but it's a nice beginning. Tears burst from his eyes but he doesn't resist. He knows how to submit, even if he's about to die in pain. That's good. I haven't met a boy who didn't submit to Grossao's awesome power.
Oh God, how good it feels, to have my big dick squeezed in a boy's tight ass... This young man, Poty, is a wonder, his ass warmer, tighter, and at the same time softer than any I've fucked before. He's the first Brazilian Indian I screw, and I'm already getting addicted...
Poty is not passive, he takes an active part in his own buggering, humping back to meet my thrusts and reaching back with his strong arms to draw me closer. His hungry asshole welcomes my giant cock, as much as his eager body submits to my rule. He's one hell of a good fuck.
The hammock goes wild, swaying side to side, as I plow Poty's ass and slam my dick way up his butt. He intones some Indian chant, something he learned in his boyhood days, when he was enclosed in the men's house in the village to get his butt fucked by all his tribe's men.
It's a wild, hoarse, sexy chant, dotted with yelps and squeals, an animal lusty cry, the neigh of a mare in heat, the screech of cats on the roof, bitches gangbanged on dark streets, young boys raped by horny pirates, all wailing to the moon, hopelessly begging for mercy.
The wind rises over the sea, blows our pillow away, shakes our hammock as if these were the last days. I feel the urge to possess this boy, the last lover I'd ever had, the ultimate fuck, the final reason for all my lust, what buttfucking is all about.
I finally cum in his ass, seeding him with my manhood, triggering his own climax, bringing him with me to the highest peak from which we jump in the bright light of male love.
"Do you want me to keep cumming in your ass, boy? What will you give me for it?"
"Yes, Grossao, please, I'll come every morning to your bed and suck your dick and get it hard and sit on your cock, shove it up my ass, I'll be your bitch, cook for you, make love to you all day long, keep your dick hard and shooting up my butt, please, cum in me, please!"
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