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My year in Brazil part 10 (part 9 from May 22, 2008 COLLEGE)
After a while of rolling around on top of the bed, our bodies started getting a little too sticky and funky. The entire bedroom smelled of sweat and sex. In the past two hours there were conversations about different topics. I mostly stayed quiet. I had stuck a pillow behind my head against the headboard of the bed. That way, I could look down at myself and the three Latin studs. My small garden of fuzzy chest hair was glued down in several places. I ran my hand along it but it was so crusty with dried jizz that it hurt a little. My cock was still pink in color and I felt a weak pulse still beating through it. I could tell that the shaft was still filled with liquid-probably new precum but didn't dare touch it or move too much I didn't want it to glob out. Every once in a while Sandro would rub his foot against mine. It gave me tingles inside. Then there was Santos with his older daddy body covered in hair. Surrounded by a bush of hair, his dick was tucked inside a skin hoodie It looked a lot smaller than when we were all going at it earlier. Sandro had the most man odor coming from his smaller but jacked muscled frame. While talking I noticed he ran his fingers along his tight hairy pecs. When someone made him laugh, Sandro's body would crunch together. That made it easy for all to see his ripped abs. Occasionally his balls would move around on their own His manmeat would thicken a little so its mushroom head would attempt to peek out of its foreskin. There was a bead of juice that rested on the end of the shrunken skin hole. It looked like it was teasing all to lick it off. And Alfonso. Alfonso's wide shoulders and beefy pecs were hot. Just a stunning slab of meat I could stare at-and I did just that. His long hair was pulled to the side though some of it draped over his left shoulder. His thighs and calves were thick and buldging with muscle. His cock was soft but still quite large in size. It was flopped over to the side and rested against his leg. Finally Santos piped up saying "I think it's time for a shower". We all verbally agreed. Alfonso hopped off the bed as he joined Santos who was already walking over to the door. Alfonso patted Santos' back and they entered the hallway with an arm on each other's shoulder. Back on the bed I said "Here we go!" as I smacked Sandro's glutes with my open hand. "AYY!" he responded. "I didn't hit you that hard when you left the pool!" I replied "Oh, so that was you huh?" Sandro looked back at me with a solid, proud grin on his face. Standing on the floor, he bent down a little and patted his back inviting me to piggyback him to the shower. Of course I jumped right on. At first I was a little too much for him and he almost fell, but then his mighty legs rebounded and he regained his balance, with me now in tow. Being the short muscle daddy he was, Sandro didn't have me raised too far from the ground. I enjoyed the ride anyhow being carried by that little stud. His manly scent as well as the feel of my sticky body against his back were priceless. While walking down the corridor I had to adjust my dick so it'd point upwards as it was wedged against the middle of his back. "Nate, don't tell me you are hot again." Sandro said. "Ok then I won't. Where are we going?" I asked. "To the big shower room." he replied. As we approached, I could already hear water running. Walking us into the grand bathroom, Santos and Alfonso were already inside a large shower stall with three big shower heads. The stall alone looked like it could fit a dozen people at once. Alfonso noticed me on Sandro's back and said "Hey, bring the crazy American boy in here!" I hopped down so we could go into the shower stall and join the other two men. Closing the door to the stall, Sandro returned a smack on my ass and quickly jumped away from me. Santos was smiling at me as he rubbed a soap bar all over his hairy body. He said "I wish I could join you all tonight at Sandro's house though I need to work." Sandro noticed his name mentioned and asked in Portuguese what was said. I did my best translation to Santos' delight. Santos looked back at me and said "Wow Nathen. You already speak very well. Where do you learn your Portuguese?" I answered "I learned in school, a little from my family, and from some people where I live in the States." "That's good." Santos replied in English and then continued in Potuguese with "You will make many friends here because you have a friendly personality." "And a nice ass!" Alfonso chimed in as he walked over to me. The three Brazilians all laughed. I chuckled too. I answered various questions as the four of us chatted for a few minutes. I also heard about JC's gym and the international friends (like Dave) who visit Brazil often. Some of these friends were even described in physical detail. My dick hardened up a little and for some strange reason I was a little embarassed at how non-stop horny I had become ever since I stepped onto the plane to leave the States. Then I noticed Alfonso step even closer to me. He asked "Nathen, can I help you?" as he shrugged his eyebrows. He quickly rubbed a soap bar between his massive hands until the bubbly lather overflowed onto the floor. "Oh yeah, sure." I responded. I remained with my back to him and waited. His hands gently greeted my shoulders. Then, Alfonso massaged the lather around my shoulders. I felt him step up to put his body right against the back of mine. His arms reached underneath mine and started to caress my chest. With a soft tone he said "Nathen, I like the hair here. It's soft." One of his hands held the soap bar against my abs and he moved the other along and in between my pecs. I felt his cock brushing against my butt. It was hardening and erecting. Mine copied that motion right in front of me. I put my hands against the wall of the shower stall. Alfonso's strong arms held my body as he said "Open your legs a little Nathen." I spread my legs a little and felt his hard rod wedge inside my glute muscles. I was bent forward and then Sandro came over to take part in what was unfolding. Sandro knelt down and took my cock in his mouth. His lips tightened down a little and he drew his head back. I assumed some of my precum went into his mouth by the way I felt his tongue and throat move. Sandro and I both made small sounds of delicious approval. Standing plastered behind me, I thought Alfonso was going to pry my asshole. Instead he held onto me as he humped his raging hard on between my ass cheeks. First the tip would brush by and then the rest of his shaft would pass along my sensitive hole. Furthering my delight, his fingertips slid all around my chest and occasionally brushed past my nipples. Sandro was now gently squeezing and jerking my cock. With every other stroke he'd also run his tongue against the underside of my dickhead. I remember my eyes closed as I sketched another memory into my mind thinking to myself ''Gee these Latinos sure know how to get someone off.'' The gentle moves of Alfonso's fingers along my torso and his warm rod and ball sack running back and forth in the crack between my glutes created just the right friction along my rosebud It got me just about ready to explode another load. I thought to myself how I should have gotten to know a lot more Brazilians back at home before coming down to Brazil. Taking in all of what was happening to me and around me, once again my body started me into the pleasurable involuntary moans and heavy breathing. I was looking down into Sandro's eyes. He had this look of determination. With one hand, Sandro was gently tugging down on my ball sack. Now deepthroating my ready-to-fire cock, he never stopped his momentum. "Yeah, come on Nathen" Alfonso said from behind me. "Give it to him. Give him a nice hot shot! I know you can! Yes!" I whimpered a little in disbelief that I was about to have another lip-biting climax. Between his own deep inhaling, Alfonso kept talking into my ear about how he himself was about to shoot. Santos cheered on. However, my increasing moans and the hot blood running rapidly through my veins drowned out most of the background noises. As I heard Alfonso moan, his hands and arms squeezed me in random amounts. I felt his dick slide harder and with more precise strokes against my slippery-wet rosebud. With each thrust, there were beads of his love juice that I felt jet out onto my back. That did it for me too. "Ohh God. Ohhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhhh!" and so on came from me. My arms lost their plastered position on the wall and were now reaching down to force Sandro's head onto my rock solid jizz rifle. I was so addicted to these hightened orgasms and I wanted Sandro to have to throat my exploding cock. As my body went into some fantastic orgasmic convultions, thankfully Alfonso held me up in place. There were five or six times I was so overtaken with my climax that my knees tried to buckle on me. Alfonso used his strong arms he had hooked underneath and through mine and he tightened his grip across my chest to keep me upright. Sandro chugged down the jizz bullets I shot down his throat and Alfonso's hold onto me like a vice added to my pleasure. My heart was pounding some wonderful sensations throughout every inch of my body. Then, after a few moments as my orgasm calmed down, I wanted to savor the idea that the Brazilians were taking such good care of me. I acted as if I was still overwhelmed with spasms and I jerked my own body. That kept Alfonso's tight grasp going and got louder cheers from both Santos and Alfonso who figured they again had really gone over the top to satisfy the horny American college boy. I let out one more deep exhale and opened my eyes nice and wide. After adjusting my vision and finally being able to focus on the wall tiles in front of me, I looked down to see Sandro take his mouth away from my cock. One of his hands was still slowly rubbing his own cock At some point he had dispensed his own load. As he used one of his arms to sit himself down on the wet shower floor, he used his other forearm to wipe along his cum-painted lips. He looked up at me and said "Holy shit Nathen! I haven't had to drink that much juice from one person since I left the prison. Where do you get all this after we just fucked you in the bedroom?" Santos and Alfonso laughed and verbally agreed. Being completely weak and glad to still be held in Alfonso's hunky arms, I was reduced to only letting out a chuckle. "Brother, you missed a spot." Santos said pointing to Sandro's chin. There was more of me that had dribbled down his chin. "Shit." Sandro said as he wiped another time. Again, I just chuckled. Alfonso and Santos laughed too. "Ok gentlemen." Santos said in English. "Let's go." Alfonso hesitantly let me out of his grip saying "can you handle yourself on your own, little buddy?" "I think so." I replied. However, I pretended to almost lose my balance. Alfonso immediately moved back to catch me. "Yeah, just kidding Alfonso." I said. He laughed and reached out his hand for me to shake. I noticed his biceps and forearms were all jacked up with veins which was most likely from his workout to climax and then having to support my thrashing body. Still sitting down on the floor, Sandro said "hey" as he reached his hand up toward Alfonso. Alfonso met his hand and helped him stand up with a pat on his back. Santos said "Sandi, why don't you take Alfonso back to your place tonight. You shouldn't be by yourselves." Sandro replied "Marcelo's coming over too." "Oh yeah? Now I'm even more jealous!" Santos said. "Yep. Maybe he'll bring a buddy or two to meet our new American friend." Sandro added. He and I made eye contact and he winked at me with another one of his devilish grins. The three of them kept talking as they each finished washing up. I didn't want to get too far behind on my own showering since we had to get back to Sandro's house soon. I was looking forward to seeing Marcelo again. He looked great at the market earlier. The poor guy was probably so horned up he couldn't wait to meet up with us! And by the way things were going, he'd most likely bring a buddy to 'meet me' as Sandro said. Snapping myself out of daydreaming what was to come about tonight at Sandro's house, I finally decided I should just skip the soap down and only rinse myself off. While running my hands along my legs however I found a few bits of cum along my lower leg and ankle. "Aw man." I said to myself. I knew it wasn't going to be easy to get Sandro's jizz washed off now that it was plastered into the hair and skin on my wet leg. But it was worth it for what they did to me and for me. And I knew it wouldn't be the last time I'd be rinsing Brazilian jizz off of my body today.
Once again thanks for your feedback on my hot memories. I get so worked up while transferring them into stories that it takes longer to finish each chapter. smeady486@hotmail.com