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My year in Brazil part 11 (part 10 from Nov. 4, 2008 COLLEGE)
The sun had already started to go down and night was approaching.
"Good bye friends. We'll see you another day." Santos said in English as we got into the car. Alfonso, Sandro, and then I got into the back seat. Santos reminded the driver to bring us back to Sandro's house on the other side of town.
The car left the driveway. Sandro pushed the button to raise the partition between us and the driver.
"Move over" Sandro said as his muscular arm met my shoulder and nudged me to sit between the two Brazilian hunks.
"How long is this car ride Sandro?" Alfonso asked.
"About an hour. Enough to have fun with our little American buddy and his friend down below." Sandro said as he chuckled and put his hand behind my head. With his hand behind my head, Sandro leaned into me and rammed his tongue right into my mouth. The rough stubble on his face rubbed against mine as I struggled to breathe in and out of my nose. Alfonso reached his hands underneath his own shirt and pulled it upwards to take it off. As the shirt went up and over his head, I watched as he revealed those meaty pecs on his amazingly solid torso.
Alfonso's fingers started to undo the drawstring on my shorts. My cock instantly rock-hardened right up.
Sandro pulled his face away from mine for a quick moment to look into each of my eyes and give me another devilish look of pleasure.
"I want to suck the cum out of your cute white pecker" he said.
Once I understood his Portuguese, I started to smile. He leaned in again and started to lick all around my neck. I tried to use my own strength to get involved in what they were doing but then decided that I ought to just allow them to do all the work. They wanted to service me into another good jizz blitz and I let myself go. My head went back against the seat and I let my body melt in the extasy of having the two studs get my heart beating faster and faster.
The drawstring to my shorts was undone and Alfonso peeled them out from under my butt. They slid down and then off my legs and feet.
The hairy muscle stud Sandro and hefty pool boy Alfonso both shed their own clothes as if they were in a race against each other. The whole time they looked at each other talking about how they wanted to make me orgasm.
"Here Nate" Alfonso said to me.
I looked over to see him against the seat. His cock was pointing straight upwards. It was so hard the foreskin wasn't able to cover its head anymore.
I lifted myself up and Alfonso slid over to sit behind me. I sat back down on the seat and reclined myself so my back would be against his chest. I tilted my head up and mustered up enough energy to kiss his mouth.
Alfonso's hands began to caress my abs and fuzzy chest. His right leg went under my right leg. Then, he gently used his leg muscles to spread my legs apart. Sandro immediately squatted down and put my leg over his shoulder so he could easily access my already hot rosebud. I closed my eyes so I could once again soak in the sensations of Alfonso's hands and then also the moment when Sandro's tongue met my hole.
"Oh God." I moaned as I knew this was going to get good.
Sandro's tongue lathered more and more saliva along my hole as he lapped back and forth along its most sensitive parts.
I let out another small sigh followed by a shaky, excited exhale.
Alfonso whispered "Yes Nate. Enjoy what we're going to go to you, Ok?"
Becoming more weak, I started to tilt over to the side. Alfonso grasped my mid-section and guided us to lay down on the seat. Thankfully the seat was just long enough so we could lay sideways.
I could tell the car reached the highway since we started to accelerate quickly.
Alfonso gently ran his hand along my body and then he reached in to guide his rod where he and I both wanted it to go.
"Ok Nate. Take me in." he whispered.
I felt his cock make contact. My wet hole puckered a little as he began to push into me. His hand spread my ass cheek and I pushed out so he would go in easier.
"Ayyy. There we go." Alfonso said.
I opened my eyes to see Sandro smiling as he watched Alfonso's dick get swallowed up by my hole. I couldn't watch Sandro for long. The delicious sensations of Alfonso's warm rod slithering against my prostate rolled my eyeballs around with pleasure. As Alfonso's pole got deeper and deeper, I could tell my own cock was drizzling precum. Sandro's fingers squeezed my shaft and milked out a few globs of my juice. Alfonso began to slide back out of me ever so slowly. Once he was out all the way, I couldn't see but assumed Sandro used my precum to lube up Alfonso's dick. I was right. Alfonso went for his next pry and his rod zipped right in. He even used his mighty hands to hold me and his leg and butt muscles to push himself in me as far as possible. The image of how big his dick was at Santos' house and now the thought of how it was completely in me brought a smile to my face.
"Ok Nate. Give me what I want." Sandro said and then his mouth enclosed over my red hot precum-leaking dick.
It was great to have my body be taken advantage of. I let Alfonso use his incredible strength to fuck me and Sandro bobbed his head up and down giving me the blow job he desired to give me.
Alfonso plowed in and out of me as his mighty body did things that drove me crazy. He also nibbled my ear, he said dirty things to me, he flicked my nipple with his thumb.
I wasn't even ashamed that I only lasted 3 or 4 minutes.
As it all wonderfully built up inside me, I couldn't help but take shallow breaths.
"Oh yeah Nate. Give it to Sandi in his mouth. He wants it. GIVE IT!" Alfonso said as he stepped up the pace of fucking me with his gigantic, muscular body and cock.
Sandro used his hand to stroke my dick shaft and around its purple head, his mouth stayed puckered.
My tongue was falling out of the side of my mouth. The power in my testicles and prostate churned up and then once again that day, it exploded. As Alfonso held me tighter and tighter, my body jerked randomly. Another orgasm blasted through me and shot itself out in bullets of cum down Sandro's throat.
"Oyyy si. Siii" Alfonso said. I could tell he concentrated more on each of his motions of his ramming cock. It was as if he was proud of the fact that he brought me to cum. Furthermore, with each of his carefully timed thrusts, he continued to control my overwhelming tingling sensations. I also enjoyed the idea that while he had me spinning out of control, my sphincter muscles were contracting and releasing around his cock. Even the car roaring down the highway heightened the pleasure.
Then Alfonso himself started to pant.
I was still coming down from my own journey. My body couldn't stay still. There was no doubt that my climax, my body's jerking, and Alfonso's hard, caring work helped him blow his own nut.
At that same time, Sandro squeezed and milked me one last time. He pulled his head away from my still hard cock.
"Go Fonsi. Give it to our white American boy!" Sandro said.
Alfonso busted his nut. Boy did he bust it!
He made this noise sounding like "eeeYUH!" over and over. His muscular arms hugged me so hard it near kept me from fully breathing in. He had me plastered against his sweaty body. His mighty legs and glutes pumped his hot Brazilian meat up my used ass. He took his time to both pry in and pull out. Each of his concentrated thrusts forcefully rocketed more and more of his juice deep inside of me. His arms kept holding me in a firm grip for a good while. I grinned to myself thinking of how much cum was forcefully being deposited up my back door.
Eventually, his body started to quiver. He used up all his reserved energy to pump himself into me a few more times. That ramming rod of his slid in and out more freely with the amount he had ejaculated into me.
My own orgasm had been over by then. But his hot breath on my neck and that last amount of force he used to keep digging up into me kept my own dick pleasured for a couple more moments.
Finally, Alfonso slowed down. He was just about spent.
Sandro said "Nate, hurry. Let me suck your ass with Fonsi's beautiful liquids!"
Gently, Alfonso pushed me away from his body. He let out a quick sigh as his love meat popped out of me. I turned my body over which was easy from the sweat-covered leather seat. Sandro started licking and lapping up Alfonso's jizz around my hole. Then, his mouth puckered against it.
Even with my back turned to him, the energy of Sandro feverishly stroking his own cock was evident. He stuck his tongue inside my hole and took quick moments to taste Alfonso's cum. Then, I didn't feel his mouth anymore as he started to moan louder and louder. There were a few mumbled Portuguese words. Alfonso tried to laugh but was so worn out that it barely came out.
Once again, on the sweat-covered seat, I flipped my body over to watch the show. "Go daddy! GO!" I said cheering him on.
"Yeah Sandi. Shoot it. Shoot it out all over." Alfonso said.
With a thickening smile, Sandro looked at me as he made progressively louder grunts. His own hand stroking turned from fast to slow and with more grip.
And then with his tongue pushing out his lower lip, I watched Sandro's pleasure heighten and then rupture with a massive groan and his initial cum shot. A single string bullet rocketed out first. It blasted itself along the side window and the seat behind me. Sandro's nostrils flared in and out as his red-hot rod exploded more and more. Some jizz bullets would hit the seat behind me, and then a few warm shots made contact with my leg. Sandro was exhaling deeply with grunts. His body twitched quite a few times. And then, with its last few dribbles flowing out, Sandro kept stroking himself slowly. His body still shuddered a couple more times as he took in deep breaths and exhaled.
Finally, letting go of his spent cock, Sandro pointed his head upwards to finish his experience with one last moan.
Kneeling on the floor, he stretched his arms up towards the car ceiling. Then he put his hands behind his head. With his bulky biceps flexed, he leaned backwards and stretched his back. His ripped, sweaty, furry chest puffed outwards. It was a lustful sight for me to be fascinated with. I wanted to lick his sweaty armpits but the smell of sweat and sex along with the view of his mighty flexed guns was plenty enough to enjoy for that moment.
Sandro got up from where he knelt. He planted his hand into the seat above where I lay and took a quick lick of his semen as it was already dripping downward. While leaned over me, a drop of his sweat fell onto my forearm. My arm went right up to my mouth and I savored the salty treat.
"Oh, you like that Nate? You like to taste sex?" Sandro asked.
I smiled and replied with "Very much, yes."
"So here then." he said as he bent down to kiss me. Again I let his tongue plow right into my mouth. Our tongues lathered the cum around for a good half minute.
"Hey!" Alfonso pouted. He gently ran his hands along my chest. There was one crusty, sticky patch from Sandro's cumshot. That tortured me by pulling out my chest hairs when Alfonso's hand would get stuck to them. Alfonso chuckled.
"That's why I prefer to have my skin pure chest, Nate." Alfonso said. He purposely took his fingers and started to tug at different parts of my small furry area between my pecs. I tried to protest but his brute strength didn't allow my escape from his clutches.
Sandro joined in and pinned me to the seat as he too tugged at my chest hairs. I was wiggling myself around pleading with them to stop. Then, they ended up tickling me torturing me even more.
Alfonso said a quick "oh no" as the car left the highway. We were getting closer and closer to Sandro's house. The back of the car was a mess and had a stench of raw fucking.
Sandro had my shirt in his hand and was wiping off the seats and windows. Alfonso joined in with his own shirt.
Pulling into the driveway where Sandro lived, there was another car already parked there. It was just after 8:30pm. I could hear Lomo the dog barking inside the house. Three college-aged guys kicked a soccer ball around in the front yard using the single shining light attached to the front of the house. It was a hot night so it wasn't surprising that two of them were only wearing shorts and the other was in a tank top and shorts. All three had stunning body frames. They were young muscle boys scruffing around with a soccer ball to show off their macho, sporty characters.
As we got out of the car, I recognized one of them as Marcelo from the market. They saw us and started walking toward us. All greeted one another in their language. I wanted to take my time to walk over to the group so I thanked Santos' driver and smiled as he drove away. Then, I barely turned back around to face them when some massive arms on a crouching Alfonso dove down to yank me up by my legs. I remember thinking 'What possesses these bodybuilding Brazilians to make them think they need to pick others up and carry them around?'
Without any way to protest, I rode along as the six of us entered Sandro's house. It was rather dark for a moment while Sandro left us to calm the dog down. Then a few lights turned on.
Alfonso put me down on the floor. I was happy with what I saw. The five of us stood in the front living room. Only one of Marcelo's friends still had his shirt on.
Marcelo pointed to me and said in Portuguese "Nate is your name, yes?"
"Yep. You're Marcelo, right? And who are your two friends?" I responded in English since I remembered he spoke some English earlier that day at the market.
Marcelo proceeded to talk in Portuguese asking if I spoke that language. He put out his hand to shake mine. I affirmed that I spoke a decent amount of their language.
"Maybe we practice English later then, Ok Nate?" Marcelo asked.
I nodded in agreement and he smiled also nodding his head.
It was great to stand next to him. Just like in the market, he was dripping sweat but this time he wasn't wearing any shirt. I noticed the eagle tattoo on his lower right abdomen. I also delighted in watching his pecs bounce around as he shook my hand. He wore a very small chain with a cross that hung just under his lower neck. Being topless like he was made him a huge turn on for me!
Alfonso introduced himself to Marcelo and then Marcelo motioned for his friends to come over and meet us as well.
"This is Ernesto and Rosario. They are my friends from university."
Ernesto still had his tank top on. I could tell he was younger and most likely near my 19 years of age. I guessed that since he had only begun to sprout facial hair that at the most would develop into a pathetic goatee instead of a full beard. He shook my hand and just smiled. I got the impression that Ernesto wasn't too familiar with gay orgy sex.
Alfonso was funny however. Alfonso shook Ernesto's hand, patted him on the back, and then continued to rub Ernesto's back asking him lots of questions like where he was from, how old he was, etc. I had been right about his age.
Then, after the much more muscularly built Alfonso broke the ice making Ernesto laugh a bit, he helped himself to start removing Ernesto's shirt.
Alfonso persuaded a semi-shy Ernesto with his inviting tone of voice. "Come on man. Let's see what you look like under this shirt."
Ernesto's upper torso was a perfect, hairless arrangement of young muscle. Big traps, shoulders, pecs, and all the way down to the nicely chiseled abs he must have worked on for some time.
"Hey man, nice!" Alfonso said as he ran the back of his hand along Ernesto's abs.
Ernesto stepped back and stood there with a goofy grin on his face. "Yeah, thanks."
Then, Rosario took a turn to greet us.
Alfonso took an immediate liking to Rosario so he began to ask him the same questions. Rosario was 26 and a ex-gymnast. Alfonso being assertive as he was, flexed his own large biceps. Then he told Rosario to flex his biceps to show us his tattoos. We both watched as Rosario smiled and lifted up his arms to obey Alfonso's request. There were fire-breathing dragons on the inner sides of his big biceps.
"Very hot. Very hot." Alfonso said.
"Thanks." Rosario responded.
Alfonso stepped in behind me. He started to massage my shoulders as he yelled "SANDI, WHERE ARE YOU?"
Sandro reappeared into the room where we were. He was completely naked sporting a half erect dick. Ernesto laughed a nervous laugh. I watched as the other 19 year old ran his hand along the front of his shorts trying to hide what was churning up inside.
"I had to put my dog away so he wouldn't bother us. Now, Marcelo, who are these hot men we have here?" Sandro asked.
As a hairy daddy Sandro stood there with his jacked up muscular body, Marcelo introduced the two all over again. As he said his friends' names, he started to undo the drawstring on his own shorts.
After a quick handshake with Rosario, Sandro then stepped to shake Ernesto's hand. Ernesto was still being his bashful self.
"Buddy, are you Ok? You want to have some fun with us, right?" Sandro asked. He placed his hand on Ernesto's shoulder and then ran it down to give a quick tweak on Ernesto's nipple.
Ernesto slowly nodded his head.
Marcelo responded "Ernesto is new to this but looking forward to some fun, right buddy?"
"Yeah, I think I'm ready." Ernesto slowly replied. His shorts began to reveal a huge bump poking outward.
Just then, Alfonso walked me over with his arm around my left shoulder. He put his other arm around Ernesto's right shoulder and allowed Ernesto to see his eyes look down to his tented-out shorts. Alfonso looked back into Ernesto's eyes with a smile. Then Alfonso said "Hey Sandi, let's head back to your room and show these boys some good times!"
"Men. To the back room." Sandro said.
My heart pounded as the five bulky Brazilians led me to what would be another night of exciting sexual entertainment.
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