BRAZILIAN INDIAN 2 by Jorge Alvarez
Poty is an expert on sex-in-a-hammock. As an Indian boy in the "men's house", he had to service the men of his tribe to become a grown-up (anthropologists call that a "rite of passage", to me it looks more like "right of assfucking"). He learned all the tricks.
Lying on his back, the handsome Indian wraps his powerful legs around my waist and pulls my giant cock deep into his welcoming male cunt.
"Fuck! Grossao, you're so huge! I feel you bumping against my navel inside the belly... Now I'm gonna fuck myself with that giant cock of yours!"
He has a special way of humping back against the hammock, sending me up and down, pulling me tight against him, swaying his hips around, making my cock sweep in circles in his bowels, conquering new territory up his well fucked butt.
He's about to make me cum again, but before that he bumps his prostate so hard against Grossao's big head, that his own cum flies in the air, in a long white streak, as he moans in ecstasy. I never felt Grossao gushing so deep inside a guy's body. My giant load sends Poty into a new, multiple orgasm, drawing me with him into an infinite release of male spunk.
Wow, I thought I knew everything about buttfucking but that Indian boy is something else... We leave the house and he takes me by the hand, out in the beach and up on a mango tree. He climbs it gracefully and fast like a loose-limbed monkey, laughing at my clumsiness.
On the upper branches, shaded from the bright, starred sky, there's like a bed of leaves where we can perch and more or less relax (it takes me some time to adjust to the absence of ground...). He plays with my whole body, while keeping his hands behind his neck, showing off his awesome torso, washboard six-pack and narrow waist. Poty makes love to me with his feet!
He's never put a shoe on, his whole life. His strong, large feet are perfectly sculpted, with a life of their own, as expert as hands. His toes tickle me, get into my asshole, fondle my furry balls, grope my hardening dick. Soon he's jacking me off with both feet wrapped around Grossao's massive shaft.
He slides the smooth soles of his feet along my long cock, then darts one toe or two or more into my asshole, driving me crazy. He's got me by the balls, literally. I'm shaking with the tree branches, trying to hold on for dear life (it'd be a 20 feet fall...), while he laughs at my helplessness.
When I reach a new climax, he just bends his body forward and wraps those fleshy lips around the head of my dick, swallowing my hot semen. I'm becoming addicted to Poty, he's getting hooked on Grossao. Then he plucks a large ripe mango from one of the branches. It's a "coracao-de-boi", ox-heart, a huge kind of mango with the bulky elongated shape and dark crimson color of an ox heart.
I watch mesmerized as Poty peels the mango using only his feet and teeth, and then teases me with the big, yellow, juice-dripping peeled fruit.
"Where do you want me to feed you this mango, Grossao?"
"Up the ass? Is that what you're thinking?"
Poty laughs his hearty, pealing laugh, and smiles wickedly at me, while I open my legs and raise them, exposing my asshole to him. He aims the big mango at my rosebud and shoves it in with his feet, slowly. I feel the squishy, greasy fresh fruit sliding into me, opening me up with its wide girth.
"Now squeeze it! I want to drink the mango juice from your ass".
I do as he tells me, and he dives between my buttocks, sucking the yellow juice that flows from my asshole. I squeeze and squeeze and in the process the hard core of the mango presses against my prostate, sending me into another wild orgasm.
Poty drinks cool mango juice with hot cum cream, a perfect combination. I want to taste it too. So he peels another fruit and it's my turn to feed him the mango up the ass. I delight in drinking the juice from his gorgeous butt, with his shower of white male foam to crown this natural, organic meal. Nature's bounties, all in one.
We pass the rest of the early evening eating mangoes out of our butts, and then we fuck like monkeys, my thick Grossao plowing the young man's beautiful bronzed ass like there's no tomorrow. I take Poty to my bed inside, feeling exhilarated as never before in my life.
His handling of my asshole with his feet, plus all the mangoes he fed it, got me really aroused in that area and I want him to explore it more deeply, if you know what I mean. The young Indian reads my mind. As soon as we get in bed, he straddles me, impaling himself on my hard dick, and, bending his legs under him, gets his feet below my thighs. I feel his expert toes caressing the rim of my hole.
I had never imagined something like that, to fuck a guy while at the same time he sticks his toes up my ass. Poty knows his way, he's done it many times before. Little by little he manages to get first the two big toes, then I don't know how many little ones, literally tip-toeing into my asshole with his deft feet, opening me up and reaching my prostate to precipitate another orgasm, my raging hardon shooting way up his own tight ass.
Poty finishes me off by lifting my legs and shoving his short but very thick hard dick where his toes had been dancing. I squeeze the young hunk's cock with my ass muscles, bringing him to a wild climax. I've swallowed his cum back there, up the mango tree, and I know how delicious is tastes, sweet and tangy, strong and heady. I want my anus to get a good load of this male nectar.
We roll on the bed, exhausted, and sleep in each other's arms until dawn. I wake up with the smell of coffee that Poty is brewing for us. He wants me to go with him to his village. Now that we're boyfriends, he has to introduce me to his family and to the Indian girl who is his fiancée, since he's getting married in a few weeks. What a great bisexual culture!
But first we go to the beach and dive in the ocean. Poty is a great swimmer, his strong arms and shoulders flying in the water. He waits for me and we surf back together. I take the young hunk in my arms, he wraps his legs around my waist and vroom!, my cock goes way up his ass in one plunge. His hungry anus fits Grossao like a glove.
Floating in the surf, shining in the rising sun, our bodies are joined in one. We happen to be linked through my cock up his butt, but we're really the same, there's nothing like a fucker on one side, me, and then a slut, him, as is often the case in my stories. It's male-to-male love at its most perfect.
Grossao moves in and out of Poty's lusty chute swaying back and forth with the waves. Through our locked lips the salty sea seasons our coupled tongues. The young Indian's liquid eyes dissolve in mine, in their quiet, deep, loving way.
Poty's foaming semen floats around us. My own spunk shoots up inside his body. Our bodies and souls vibrate and the same wavelength. I could die and go to heaven. Buttfucking heaven.
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