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My year in Brazil part 7 (part 6 from Feb 6, 2007 COLLEGE)
The shower next to the bedroom wasn't very warm. Apparently I didn't know I'd have to flip on the switch for the hot water heater. Just as well that the water wasn't comfortable and that I was dead tired since I'd most likely spend too much time jacking myself off once again. After a quick 5 minutes of rinsing off, I barely made it walking over to Alberto's bed before I passed right out. I woke up to lots of sunshine and a sharp tingle in my leg. I leaned up to find out what was on my leg and was startled when I saw the dog laying down at the edge of the bed. His big body flopped over my leg. "Lomo likes you I think" Sandro said. After a moment, my brain had to turn on so I could translate the Portuguese to myself. I followed his deep, sexy voice over to the doorway where he was standing. He had his jacked up arms folded so I could see his tight pecs stick out from under the t-shirt he was wearing. He must have been standing there watching me in my final moments of slumber. Short, ripped Sandro was standing there barefoot. I also glanced at how he had some running shorts on that didn't do too well at hiding his hefty package. I looked around for the time. When I couldn't find it, I asked in my Portuguese what time it was. "It's 10:30" Sandro said. "JC has already gone. We left early for the airport and didn't want to wake you. Hopefully that's Ok Nate." "Oh yeah. I don't mind." I said in English and then had to translate back into Portuguese so he'd understand me. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.
The next few days would certainly test my speaking abilities since Sandro didn't speak English. Lomo crawled up next to me. He sniffed my hands and I started to pet him. "You must still be tired since you speak to me in English." Sandro said. "And you didn't turn on the water heater last night when you took a shower." I responded "No. I only needed a quick shower. Can I take one now?" I asked as I threw off the sheet draped over me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Yes Nate. I turned it on." he answered back. As I thanked Sandro, he strutted his ripped little frame over into the bathroom. Then, I heard the water start running. I stood up from the bed, stretched my arms upward to the ceiling and then down to my ankles. I thought Sandro would come back out of the bathroom but as I walked over and in through the bathroom doorway, I saw him taking his shirt off. I stood there admiring his tattooed muscular back until he turned around to face me.
I raised my eyebrows and then he grinned as he reached his thumbs inside his shorts to pull them down. The elastic bands of his shorts went down to once again uncover his thick dick that sprang upward at full force. As I watched him, my own cock followed suit and I immediately had to pull my underwear down to let out my own horned up friend. I put my arm over Sandro's shoulder as I opened the curtain for us to get in. We stepped into the tub under the warm water that flowed over us both. After a moment of getting ourselves wet, Sandro gently pushed me to the opposite side and out of the flowing water. We looked at each other in the eyes and also looked down at each other's rocked up dick. Sandro reached over to get the shampoo. He handed it to me and then reached back to grab the soap bar. I put some shampoo on my hand, rubbed it into both hands and then started to massage it on his head of short hair. He lathered up some suds in his hands, put the bar back on the wall and then put his calloused hands on my chest. He ran his hands over my young, lightly hairy pec muscles. It was another moment I was proud of having finally grown a little amount of hair like a man. With his mighty hands touching me, I had butterflies through my stomach and felt my eyelids close halfway with pleasure. Without words, we made eye contact and smiled. I softly kneaded the top of his head as his hands went lower to my abs. We both watched as he softly ran his fingertips around my belly button. I couldn't help but let out a sigh of delight. He looked back up at me, smiled, and winked at me. I felt like I could melt in all that lust. Sandro kneeled down and put my rod in his mouth. I sighed again. With him being down in that position, the water spray rinsed his head. Some of it trickled over the front of his face too. I supported myself with a hand on the wall as I leaned my head back to soak up all the feelings going through me. His tongue moved all around the head of my cock. Then, I felt his hands cup themselves around my ass. His hands gave me a little love squeeze. Then, a finger of his headed inside to find my hole. I could tell it was his middle finger. I spread my legs out to the length of the tub as his finger began to burrow itself inside. As he got in me past his first knuckle, I felt a bit of precum juice ooze out of me and into his mouth. He sucked it right down with an affirmative moan. His moaning deep voice vibrated around my hardon. It felt great and I was wrapped up in the pleasure of feeling my blood circulation pulsate even more. His finger kept slithering in. He turned it ever so slightly as he shoved it deeper and deeper. Once it found what I had wanted it to find, I breathed in a full breath. I inhaled and exhaled with moans. As he drove me nuts playing with my prostate, my mind could barely concentrate on anything stable other than the running water. With one of my hands on the wall and the other on his head, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My breathing was just happening on its own as his middle finger, tongue, and the trickling water brought me up to get ready to fire. "Ohhhh Godddd" was all I could say as I braced my hand on the wall. Sandro took my whole rocked up meat in and out as I weakenly bucked my hips with lust. In a matter of seconds, my head went back to facing the ceiling and my eyelids crunched themselves up. I remember how the strength of the orgasm building up inside of me even made my toes wiggle. And then, his finger hit the right spot to send me up and over. We both felt my hole grip and release his finger he had inside me. I was groaning as I jizzed right down his throat. He kept me going insane for what seemed to last forever. I had to brace my hand along the wall as I almost lost my balance. My upper and lower body jerked involuntarily. I rode out my climax until the last final churns pumped everything I had into Sandro's mouth and down his throat. With my hand still plastered against the wall, my eyes still blinked frequently as I looked down at Sandro kneeling down looking up at me with that grin of his. He took my spent cock out of his mouth but kept slowly fondling and jerking it. I then felt his finger easily withdraw from being completely as far up my back hole as possible. That hand then went down to stroke his own dick. He raised one knee and planted its foot on the tub floor so he could stand up. As Sandro turned the water pressure down so it barely flowed towards us, I remember thinking at that time that it was only the first morning of my stay with my new Brazilian stud. "Ok Nate, now my turn" he said to me. His rough hands softly grasped my forearms as he turned me around to face away from him. I mumbled to myself in English "Gee, you Brazilians sure like it doggy-style" "What?" Sandro asked. "Oh" I responded. "I'm ready for you to make me happy again Sandro" I continued in Portuguese. Sandro said something back that I didn't quite understand. However, I certainly understood the love taps he gave my back for me to bend over forward. He also bent down and lifted my leg between my calf and ankle so I'd set my leg up along the side of the tub. I heard him spit on his hand and then I felt his fingers skate around my red hot rosebud. My hole quivered again knowing it wasn't finished with its work. I spit on the tips of my own fingers and reached back to help lube up my entrance. "Ohhh yeah. Verrrry good" Sandro said in his low, sexy voice. His mighty, rough hands carefully pulled my ass cheeks apart. "Ok Nate?" he asked me. "Yep" I said back. I looked straight ahead and waited in a sort of blind suspense to feel what was to happen. Instead of his dick, he put his puckered mouth right up against the hole and made a tight seal. He stuck his tongue in just a little and then I felt pressure as he forced half of a mouth full of saliva and water up me. It felt awesome. Then, still spreading my buns apart, I felt him line himself up to pry right in. "Come back to me" he said. I moved my foot back on the tubside and then started backing up as he stood firm in his spot. His stiff pole pushed up against my hole and then began its journey inside. With the saliva lube we put there, the knob of his rod popped right in. We both let out a quick sigh and began to do more. I kept heading back toward him and his cock slipped right on in. Once he made it in me halfway, one by one his hands reached around and then he held my waist. He put one of his legs on the side of the tub. My hole relaxed again and with the lube inside me, he then pulled me back until he was all the way in. My exhausted little friend in front of me woke back up and tried its best to stand straight out at full attention. Sandro started to pull his meat out. He only went half way and then went right back in completely. My dick definitely started to get back into the mood. I went to put my hand down to stroke myself but changed my mind. I wanted to keep my balance so I wouldn't fall. He must have read my mind. My little muscle daddy leaned over the top of my back as one of his hands found its way to jerk my already overworked cock. And then, his other hand juggled my nuts which really got me feeling back into the game. Planting himself on my lower back, I could feel Sandro's abdomen expand and deflate as he was breathing. His rythm picked up little by little. Once he got himself going, he started the dirty talk again. His speech vibrated right from his head and neck and went in through my back. It sure was getting my blood to pump again as his hand rubbed my cock to another good full boner. His spoken sentences weren't easy to understand. I picked up certain words like "I'm your dad for now", "You like that, huh", "Give it to me", etc. I just answered back with things like "that's good daddy", "more more more", etc. The friction of his rough hands mixed with the wet skin on my dick sent different but still great sensations through me. After a short time, I could tell by his breathing that he wasn't going to last much longer before he'd fill me with a nice wad of latino jizz. "Oy, eh-soooo" he repeated with various tones of voice. Then, his hand under my nutsack gently grabbed my balls and pulled them downward. I moaned in pleasure. "Yeah Nate." he said. "We can finish together my little white boy." His hand gently tugged and then released my ball sack as if he was softly milking some animal. It felt wonderful. My insides were conguring up all their might to get me to shoot again. Sandro kept pumping, stroking, and milking as I just stood in place and let him fuck me with his strong little body. I felt his head leave where he had positioned it but then realized he just lifted his head up so his stubbly goatee was tickling my back. Also, an inch above that his tongue started to brush back and forth in one spot of skin on my back. It was a new and pleasaurable torture that drove me wild. Once again, Sandro had me inhaling and exhaling deeply in a trance. Taking advantage of the hightened pleasure he had me in, he rammed his rod in and out and then sped up the motions of his two hands he still had going on my red hot cock and balls. "Ohhhh my goddddddd!" I found myself saying yet another time this first morning of my stay with my new mighty Latin lover. "Eh-soooooooooo" he whispered. As my eyes rolled back, I sighed in near disbelief as his hand stroked another orgasm out of me. My moaning was just a faint continuous line of sound. The tickling and tingling feelings bounced back and forth between my neck, midsection, and throbbing dick. I looked down to see my first few jolts globbed something out, but then the rest of the contractions just continued to flutter from my lower to my upper body. Without time between all my recent events of cumming, all of my love muscles contracted but I just had no more seed to even dribble. "Oy, ESS-OOOOOH, OYYY, OYYYYY, AYYYYEEE!" I heard him shout as his hips jabbed his love pole as far up my back hole as humanly possible. I turned my head back but barely could see while I felt him thrusting himself into me. Though my head wouldn't turn around enough, I still felt that his body was involuntarily shaking as he enjoyed his awaited climax. However, I did see out of the corner of my eye that he was sticking out his lower jaw huffing and puffing out of his mouth as he indulged in shooting bullets of his jizz far inside me. His sound effects kept going for a few moments. With his moaning starting to dwindle back down, his hands held onto me tightly. He plunged his whole body harder into me to treat himself to those last couple of satisfying bursts you get as you finish your orgasm. "Ohhh Nate." he sighed. "That was wonderful my little boy." His spent cock popped out of me and he gently patted me three times on the butt. I turned around to look directly at him. "Hey Sandro, you're good. You got me to go two times. And that felt great." He smiled at me and said "I have some experience in how to please little men like you. Maybe JC has told you about some time I spent in prison?" I answered "Yeah, he told me you were there but he didn't tell me much more." As he reached back to the faucet to turn it back on harder, he said "maybe I'll tell you more later but I will definitely show you some things I learned there." And as the water began to rinse us both off at the same time, he smiled back at me and gave me a sinful wink. It sent a quick jolt of energy through my chest. With my feelings of anticipation for my first full day with Sandro, I asked "what else are we going to do today?" He answered back "Well, first we go to see my friend Santos. He wants to meet you and he can speak English. And we work at his house to get some money, Ok Nate?" "Yeah, that sounds good. How do you know him?" I asked. Sandro said "His other house worker Alfonso was my cellmate in prison. I hope Alfonso is there today too so you can meet him." As he ran his hands over his chisled and hairy pec muscles, his grin got bigger as he continued by saying "Because Alfonso knows many more sex tricks that you have to experience." With a quick jerk of my eyebrows, I grinned back as I stepped over to get under more of the spraying shower. As I stood under the water, my heart was beating with excitement as I remembered that 'Alfonso' was the name Sanrdo was mumbling when he, JC, and I were going at it just a few hours ago. And while closing my eyes, I thought to myself 'Gee, I'm gonna have quite the collection of Latin fuck brothers down here in Brazil!'
Thanks for your patience everyone as I need extra time to finish each chapter. As I look at my scribbled diary of the events during that study abroad year, it's all so much fun to type up and share with you. But at the same time, the memories get me too heated up and excited so I have to pause very frequently. And for those of you who spoke of your suspense in hearing from me again, needless to say, my Carnaval trip this past February/March might become another group of writings in themselves!!!! Let's say that the weather wasn't the only thing HOT down there this year! Your neverending emails of encouragement are always welcomed and appreciated. smeady486@hotmail.com