It was my first day in São Paulo and I was exhausted. I'd barely made it out of the airport before a snow storm and traveling in a foreign city, when you don't know the language, is taxing. The city is really cool though, and huge. Our new apartment, my dad and I, has a lot of windows and a balcony. All you can see is city that going off into the distance. And not just one direction, every direction. The largest city in the southern hemisphere, dad told me, but I didn't really understand until I was standing out there.
I was terribly over dressed for the weather. Having just come from snow-covered fields to tropical sun, I quickly stripped down to shorts and a t-shirt. Summer clothes, forever. That part isn't so bad. At 5'11", 160 pounds - I looked good. My dirty blond hair was in serious need of a cut (getting too close to a Justin Bebier lesbian length).
Communicating wasn't as easy as I'd hoped, and I really regretted not paying better attention in Mr. Gooseburger's high school Spanish class. Even if I had it would've only helped a little since they speak Portuguese here. Oh well.
All of our boxes were stacked and waiting for me when I arrived. As if they'd been effortlessly whisked here by the movers. Only problem... no furniture. Fortunately I found a camping supply store down a few blocks and was able to mumble my way through a purchase. I'd even picked up a few sheets and a pillow. So far, so good.
It was about 5:00pm and I was thinking of going to bed early, mostly as a way to avoid unpacking yet, when I heard a loud pounding on the apartment door, and someone shouting.
I opened the door and was greeted by a handsome smiling man.
"Quem está pronto para a festa!" He shouted then blinked silently when he realized he didn't recognize me.
"Sorry? Something about a party? No party.... ummm... ninguna de las partes." I said.
"I'm sorry," he looked past me at the mountain of boxes, "I have the wrong apartment."
I nodded dumbly as he pulled out an iPhone and started dialing. He was about 6'2", just a few inches taller than me, wearing a white embroidered shirt that accented his dark tan skin, and black jeans. I tried not to stare as I scooped him out, but I did see a nice bulge. I was surprised that he didn't turn away as he dialed.
"Have you seen someone that looks a little like me around here? Except, I'm cuter." He winked and I saw him casually glance me up and down as his call connected. "Qual é o seu número do apartamento?"
I could hear someone still talking as he ended the call. He looked past me into the apartment, "You just move in?"
"Yeah. I just got in and my dad's flying in soon." Why did I tell a strange that I'm all alone. be more careful.
"You don't speak Portuguese yet, huh?"
"No, I've been getting by on Spanish so far."
"Where are you from?"
"St. Paul."
He looked confused and pointed down questioningly. His hand were big, not huge, but they looked firm, strong.
"Oh... no. Minnesota. Same... same name, different place. But this place is completely different. It's so big."
"Well... welcome to my home town. Now I have to go find my brothers apartment." He picked up his bags, which I'd somehow missed before now, and walked down the hall two doors. He looked back and smiled, "It was nice meeting you..."
"Jacob. Nice to meet you too..."
"Marcus." Started banging on the new door, "Quem está pronto para a festa!"
Just before he went in, he looked back again and gave me a wink.
About four hours later, I still hadn't gone to bed; instead I'd found a boxed of kitchen supplies and dutifully put them away in a jet lagged haze. I jumped when I heard another knock. My heart raced a little when I saw that it was Richard.
"Sorry to bother you, but can I use your bathroom? There's a line down the hall over at his place."
"Yeah," I stepped back to let him in, "Just to the left there."
He had about twenty beaded necklaces on, all made out of shiny plastic, and his shirt was unbuttoned about half way down revealing a nicely defined chest with a small patch of fur.
I just stood there and watched him go into the bathroom, he didn't close the door. I couldn't see anything except his back, but soon I heard a stream and he leaned back with a loud sigh, both of this hands down at his sides, he just relaxed and let go.
"Ahhhhh.... Thanks man."
"No problem." I decided I wanted to look causal when he came out, so I went back to unpacking spoons.
"When does your father get home?" He asked, coming out of the bathroom. The top button of his jeans still undone and I could see a little peak of hair and tan skin.
"Tomorrow, I hope."
"Do you have a job here yet?"
I just watched him as he wandered around looking at the boxes and out at the view, and considered offering a tour but figured his brothers place is probably about the same as this one.
"No, not yet. I'm not sure if I can even get one since I don't know Portuguese or Italian. That's big here too right?"
"Yeah." He seemed satisfied with the place and walked back offer to the kitchen. "You can find something if you try, don't worry. So it's just the two of you? No mother, no girlfriend?"
"No. So... you're visiting your brother? Is it his party?"
"Yeah, he got accepted into RoboForce on short notice. I know that confused look, a lot of people don't know what that is. Basically, it's a new branch of the military that pilots mecha." He could see I still wasn't getting it, "They're like personal tanks, with legs, that can fly."
"Oh! Like in the anime?"
"That's the one," he continued, "so I flew in to celebrate."
He noticed my curiosity at 'flew', "I live in from Miami. Samba instructor." He laughed and danced a little for demonstration.
His eyebrows raise when he saw the spoons in my hands, he took them from me and put them on the counter, then he grabbed my hands and pulled me close. His hands were large and strong, and softer than I expected. I couldn't look at him directly, so I just kept my eyes down and admired his muscular chest.
"You should learn this dance if you're going to live here."
We danced to the faint music coming from across the hall. He pressed his crotch into mine and I could feel a definite bulge.
"I should get back... thanks for the bathroom."
"Any time." I said. I wanted him to stay.
Once he was out the door I quickly turned away from the door and adjusted myself. He'd just made a pass at me, right? I considered chasing after him, but that seemed too cheesy; and what if I'd misread the dancing.
The jet lag started to catch up with him, so I stripped down to my tighty-whities and inflated the air mattress. Hopefully I could find a real bed soon. I was so hard that it felt like I had a kickstand. My phone had a message from dad.
"sry buddy, worked late and now am snowed in. airport should open by monday, will call when know more. dad"
I'd been lying in bed for an hour checking my Facebook friends status updates, waiting for sleep to come, when I heard a faint knock. I got up to see if it was Richard again. Maybe he needed another bathroom break.
But before I could make it to the door, or put an more clothes on over my underwear; the door opened slowly and Richard came in carrying his iPhone and two beers.
"I told them I needed to make a call," When he saw that I was in my underwear, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
"No, it's okay I wasn't asleep yet."
He was now shirtless and barefoot, and maybe a little drunk. I decided to not put any extra clothes on; I wanted to see where this might go. I joined him in the kitchen but stayed in the doorway while he checked the drawers.
"For you." He put down his iPhone on the counter, opened both bottles, and offered up one.
"Thanks." I walked over, took the beer, and tried it; strong, and not in a good way. It must have shown on my face.
"Good eh?" He laughed at me, "Hey, you need some beads."
He put down his beer and walked up in front of me. I backed up into the counter. He fumbled to get a strand loose from his mane but eventually worried one out. My eyes were locked in his gaze as he put the necklace over my head. His strong hands grabbed onto the sides of my chest as he came forward and kissed me. He ground his crotch into mine, we both started to firm up as we kiss for a while.
I took another swig and put the bottle down as he dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down my underwear. He slid them all the way to the floor and had me step out of them. Again he wrapped his hands onto my sides and took my prick into his mouth. He was an expert and soon he had his noses buried into my pubic hair.
Stood up and I expected him to push me down onto my knees next, but instead he turned me around and started pressing into my ass.
I felt him pull back and unbutton his jeans, then I felt his warm flesh press against me. When I looked back over my shoulder I saw he had a nice, thick dick. Probably about 7 inches and as thick as the beer bottle; I didn't think I could take something that big.
"I don't have any lube." I pleaded.
"Don't worry," he pulled out a small packet from his jeans pocket, bit it and poured lube onto this dick. Once his dick was slicked up he pushed me forward onto the counter and spread my legs wider.
I felt the wet head of his dick push around searching for my hole. He found it and started to force his thick shaft into me. Soon the whole shaft was sliding into me and I felt his chest pressing into my back. The beads made a soft clinking noise as he started to fuck me.
As he picked up speed I had to hold onto the counter to brace myself. His hands grabbed onto my waist and he started pulling me backward into his thrusts. Grunting and huffing, I felt him shoot a load of hot jizz deep in my ass. Just as his thrusts were started to slow down, his phone started to ring.
"Damn," he pressed me forward against the counter as he reached for his phone. "They're probably wondering where I am."
He slowly pulled back away from me and his dick popped out of my ass. I felt so empty and I could feel some of his cum run down my inner thigh. He buttoned his dick back into his jeans, took a large swig from his beer, and walked to the door.
"Thanks." He said, still panting a little.
I heard the door click shut behind me after he left and I took another large gulp of my beer.
"Gross." I poured the rest into the sink.
My whole body was shaking, I felt so used, but I loved it. I wandered back to bed, naked, and quickly feel asleep with my kickstand.
I didn't know what time it was, but I knew that I'd been asleep for a little while, when I felt the mattress shift behind me. I was happy to feel bare legs press against the back of mine. He'd finally stripped out of his jeans.
"Back for more?" I asked, as a pressed myself back against him.
"Shh." He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me forward.
I felt his hard dick rub against my crack and I gasped when he pushed the head against my hole. He must have fucked me harder than I thought because he struggled as he pushed the head in. Thankfully I was still wet and lubed from before, but his dick felt thicker this time.
I heard, and felt, the beads against my back as he thrust all the way in. It hurt, but the way he was grunted was so primal that it felt right that it should hurt. Like I was his, and he was taking me as a prize.
A moan escaped my lips as he started getting into it. He felt bigger than before; I could feel my ass stretched further than before. His thrust getting harder and deeper, and his warm hands on my shoulders kept me face down on the mattress. Maybe it was the angle, but he was going deeper than before.
"How is it?" I heard Richard ask from the bedroom doorway.
I looked over in shock, he was standing there completely naked and hard. The man fucking me started groaning and bucking into me while trying to push me back to face down.
"No talking." The stranger groaned.
"Who are you?" I asked, more to Richard than to the stranger breeding my ass.
"That's my brother, Marcus," said Richard as he slowly walked over to my side of the bed. "His girlfriend left him hanging. I hoped you wouldn't mind."
"No talking!" said Marcus. He started fucking me harder.
Before I could answer, Richard dropped down to the floor and started sucking my dick. I couldn't think straight with this stud pounding away and my cock down Richard's throat. I didn't want them to stop.
Richard pulled off of my dick and started licking my balls. Then his lifted my leg a little and started licking lower and lower.
"Oh fuck. Are you licking my dick - in his ass?" asked Marcus. He slowed down and started doing small short thrusts with most of his dick deep inside me. "Lick my fucking balls, bro."
Richard shifted even lower and Marcus grunted, "Stay away from my ass."
I felt Marcus's dick swell and he started panting deep and heavy.
"Fuck!" I felt his hot jizz spray into my ass. Mixing with this brothers previous load.
After a few more deep thrusts he rolled back away from me and his dick eventually slipped out. Richard's tongue immediately filled my hole as he ate his brothers spunk out of my ass.