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My year in Brazil part 8 (part 7 from July 12, 2007 COLLEGE)
After drying myself off and putting on some clothes, I went downstairs to find out what smelled so good. A shirtless Sandro sat at the table in the kitchen. He was reading a newspaper and couldn't see me standing there. I took a moment to stand where I was. I admired his tattooed, thick forearms. I also looked under the table at his strong hairy legs that were crossed at the heels. He had made me breakfast. The chair was pulled out for me to sit down and at the spot was a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. There was a basket of rolls there too. "Aw, thanks Sandro" I said as I walked over to sit down. He looked up from the newspaper he read and replied "I hope you like it. I used to cook in the prison too." The food tasted great. I was devouring it all. I noticed Sandro wasn't reading anymore. He was watching me eat. When we made eye contact, he smiled. It gave me that little fuzzy feeling inside my neck and chest. He put the newspaper down and got up from his chair. "Do you like my cooking Nate?" he asked as he came to stand behind me. As I answered "yeah, it's good", Sandro's hands gently came down on my shoulders and started to massage me. I tilted my head a little downwards and to my right. My eyelids wanted to close themselves a little from all the tingling sensations his hands gave me. Then, he stopped massaging and lightly patted my back before he started to walk away. He said "I have to go get my clothes on so we can go out." "Ok" I said. I put another fork full of eggs in my mouth as I turned to watch him walk into the other room. His underwear was small and outlined his muscular curves very much to my liking. I finished eating and cleaned up the dishes. As I dried my hands, I turned around to see Sandro was standing there in the doorway watching me. Again, our eyes met and he smiled. I smiled back. "Nate, are you ready? We're going to walk to the market and then ride to Santos' house." he said. He reached his arm out for me to go join him. I said "All ready. Let's go." as I walked over and let him put his arm around my back. When we got to the front door, Lomo ran over to see us leave. Sandro spoke to his dog with words I didn't understand but then he knelt down to pet his loyal canine friend and let him lick his face. "C'mon Nate, let's go" he said as he jumped up and smacked me on my ass. Then, he pulled the door shut and ran toward the street. I went after him like I was going to get my revenge for the smack. When he noticed that, he squatted down like a football player ready to tackle me as I came at him. I slowed down realizing that regardless of him being short, I didn't want to challenge someone stronger than me. It was too late. Sandro lunged right at me, wrapped his arms around my knees, lifted me up like a sack of potatoes and ran with me down the street. I dangled over his mighty shoulders and hung on for the bumpy ride. It was as exciting as the ride on JC's broad shoulders not too long ago. As he ran with me hoisted off the ground, he was grunting and I was laughing. He finally put me down. He squatted himself forward with his hands on his legs. He was panting and I looked to see his t-shirt with its wet circles under his armpits. The little brute Sandro wiped his forehead and then stood up and started to walk. Nearly catching his breath again, he said "Oh shit Nate, let's keep going to the market. I need to save my energy for our visit with Santos and Alfonso." I was laughing at how he walked like a little gorilla. I joined up next to him, reached my give-me 5 palm out to him and he slapped it. We continued down to the market. The market was quite crowded. We went into the building and saw lots of stands selling anything from fruits to souvenirs. "Sandro, what are we buying here?" I asked. He answered "We'll get some fruits and foods to bring to Santos' house. First we go up to the second floor." I looked up to the second floor. There were a few stands there but mostly I saw people looking down on what was going on throughout the ground floor. Sandro looked up too. His eyes went around until he saw who he looked for. Sandro raised his left arm and got the attention of a guy looking down. "There is my friend Marcelo. C'mon Nate, let's go." Sandro said. I tried to keep up with Sandro who was dodging people left and right. He weaved right through people and then I lost him. I knew where he was headed so I just made my way over to the stairs. He was already jumping up the stairs. The little meaty body skipped every other stair. When he got to the top, he looked over to see me just getting to the bottom of my climb. I skipped stairs too. In the middle of the staircase, I looked up at Sandro who was smiling at me. Once I got to the top, he grabbed my arm and walked me over to see his friend. "Marcelo!" Sandro yelled. The guy walked over to us with his hand raised. "Oyyy Sandro!" he responded. As he approached us, you could see his eyes were checking us both out. When Sandro and Marcelo met up, they fisted each other a hello greeting. It was another hot day in Brazil so everyone was sporting as little clothes as possible. Most people were starting to sweat at the right areas. This guy had the spot at the top center of his chest and the beads along his forehead. It was an incredible turn-on. Sandro looked at Marcelo and said "My friend, this is Nate. He is JC's friend from the US. Nate, this is Marcelo. He is one of Alberto's friends." "Hi Nate." Marcelo said in English as he reached out his hand for me to shake. "What's up Marcelo?" I replied in English. Marcelo chuckled and continued in a heavy accent "Whoa, English for me is a little difficult. I only study 2 year at university." "Oh, Ok." I said back. In Portuguese I continued "You'll have to work a little more so I can chat with you when I get lazy." "Yes yes." Marcelo said. Sandro butted in "Or maybe Nate can give us some private lessons at my house, right?" Marcelo's eyes widened and he excitedly said "Really? I like that idea!" He started to move his hips a little and brushed a hand in front of his shorts. I took a quick glance to see he was trying to hide the dick that was hardening underneath. Marcelo looked me up and down. Then, he glanced back at Sandro giving him a wink of approval. "Nate" Sandro said. "One moment I need to talk with my friend, Ok?" "Oh yeah." I said. "I'll just wait here." The two of them walked a few steps away to chat more. That gave me the chance to eye Marcelo. I figured Marcelo was not much older than I was. Maybe in his very early 20s. He was another stunning body though with more of the European white skin and facial features. Though he wasn't very bulky, you could see in his neck and sculpted shoulders that he spent a decent amount of his youth on building himself up. Thus, the fitted t-shirt he had on was snug against his chisled frame. Even though he wore a t-shirt, you could easily picture what his bare torso would look like from the way his muscles poked at the material. He seemed to be the intelectual looking type with the small-framed glasses he wore. I'd say hitting the books for an education and hitting the gym for a nice body were among the top two activities for Marcelo. Their conversation wasn't loud enough for me to hear what was being said. However, Marcelo looked over at me a few times and nodded his head in agreement of whatever Sandro was saying. I could tell the conversation was about to end when Marcelo raised his eyebrows and smiled. A huge smile so his white teeth were showing. He even clapped his hands and rubbed them together from whatever he was so excited about. "Nine o'clock then at your house." I heard Marcelo say as he reached his hand out to shake with Sandro. "Yes." replied Sandro. "Hey Nate, I'll see you tonight!" Marcelo shouted to me as he walked back to the stand where he worked. Sandro started back to where I was. He reached in front of his own shorts to pinch the material and pull it down to make things more comfortable for his own boned-up dick. When he saw me look there, he smiled at me and patted me on the butt. Then he said "Ok Nate, we buy some fruits and then let's go to Santos' house." We went back downstairs and walked through a few stands. Lots of people were checking me out. It must have been that obvious that I was a foreigner. Sandro did the bargaining and I did the carrying. Finally, we left the building and headed toward the bus stop. The bus ride was loud. Between the music blaring, the people singing and shouting their stops to the driver, Sandro and I didn't speak much. I peered right out the window at all the places we passed by. After about 15 minutes of the ride, the bus stopped. "The end of the line." the driver shouted as he turned off the engine. We got off the bus and stood there. Sandro looked around and then we heard a horn beep. There was a car flashing its lights and an arm waving from the driver's seat. "There is Santos' car. C'mon Nate" Sandro said. He put the bag of fruit in the trunk. Then, we walked over and got in the back seat. "Santos?" I asked as I looked at the driver. The man responded in English. "No. I am the driver for Santos. He is home awaiting your visit." Sandro and the driver exchanged a few more words and then a dark divider rose from behind the driver's head. Sandro flipped a locking switch in place after the divider closed all the way. We were in Santos' private car. The car pulled out into the street. Mumbling under his breath to me, Sandro said "I don't like that man. He's a fat, lazy cow." I laughed and then looked out the very dark tinted window. I started to ask about one of the stores we passed by but I felt Sandro squirming in the seat next to me. "Nate." he whispered. As I looked over, he finished undoing the drawstring on his shorts and pulled them down. I let out a nervous laugh as I looked at the divider and at the windows. I said "What are you doing??" The sight of his rock-hard cock made things stir in my own shorts. "Nate, we have maybe an hour to get to Santos' house." he said. He continued to pry his shorts off. After leaving them on the floor, he reached over and pulled my shirt up over my head. He leaned in and held the back of my head as he kissed me. His hands slithered down the back of my body until they got to the waistline ridge of my shorts. His hands lifted my butt up from the seat. As my eyes were closed and his tongue rolled all over the inside of my mouth, I felt him slide my shorts down to my knees. The leather seat felt great against my bare ass. I gently pushed Sandro away just enough so I could reach down and pull his shirt up and over his bulky upper body. He was smiling as I stripped him of his shirt and eyed his fuzzy, muscle-cut chest. He saw me check him out. So, his eyes went from looking at me in the eye--to putting his head down and looking at his chest for a second--and then looking right back dead into my eyes. I reached my hands out and ran my palms all over his muscular, furry pecs. His stare into my eyes along with the grin was an obvious way of enjoying the sight of the pleasure it all gave me. Then we both looked down at each others raging hard-ons. Mine already had a bead of precum leaking out of its hole. Sandro's cock was pointing straight up with its head sticking out full and tight. "You like my chest, don't you Nate?" Sandro asked me. I responded "I wish I could have this much hair and muscle." "Let's take off our clothes Nate. I have a special treat for you." he said. While pulling off the remainder of our clothes and sandals, I looked out the windows. I saw less and less buildings as we drove along. We were leaving the city. The signs showed us going toward highways. With each move I made to strip myself, my throbbing dick was springing back and forth dabbing my arms and legs with the gooey drips that came out of it. My cock was always one to blackmail me by showing how horny I constantly was. Sandro spread my legs and he sat between them. His slid down the seat until his body was against mine. His back was against my chest. My pulsing rod was squished against the bottom part of his back. "Put your hands back on my chest Nate" he said. I didn't waste any time to do what we both knew I wanted to do. My hands were cupping his solid hard pecs. I savored a moment to really feel the muscle underneath my fingers. I was kneading my fingers and he hightened the pleasure by slightly pulling his shoulders in and flexing his chest for me. I said "Oh my God that's great." "Yes Nate. Now let's have some fun." he said back. He reached in front of himself, grabbed his dick, and squeezed out some of his clear love juice. He took the fingers of his opposite hand and scooped up his sex grease. He also spit into the fingers and then reached back and around. He stook up as much as possible in the space of the car and then his fingers met his asshole. They painted around the rim and then he shoved them up inside. I knew what he was about to let me do to him and my heart started to thump more inside my chest. My legs were occasionally shaking from nervous excitement. Clamped down on my own shaft, I milked out my own lube that would help us both. Without any word or hesitation, he looked back at me as his hand grabbed my cock. He spread his legs out wider so they stratled mine. His warm, wet rosebud met the tip of my dick and then I felt his sphincter spread a little to invite me in. He lowered his body down and my rod slid deeper and deeper up his hole. As the lube slowly made me sink into his hot hole more and more, the sensations along the underside of my cock head caused me to set my head back on the top of the seat and moan. That moan lasted throughout the end of the deep breath I now exhaled. That must have given him the idea to stay in that position for a few seconds. We both took pleasure with me up in him. More feelings raced through me before we really got going. He tried to look at me but could only turn his head part way and so he just smiled from there. I put my arms out along the seats and delighted in his hanging balls touching against mine as I was all the way inside Sandro's willing hole. "Here we go Nate." he said as he began to ease his body back upwards so I'd slide out. He only went up so I'd be half way out and then pushed right back on top of me. My breathing was heavy and I had my head plastered against the seat behind me. At that point we were driving on the highway and so the car was going faster. The rushing motion of the car and the occasional bumps hightened every feeling that churned through me. Keeping up with his motions, he rode my rock-hard dick harder and somewhat faster. I looked to see he had one hand on the door and his other was madly stroking his own cock. "Nate, put your hands on my chest again. Put your hands on my chest." he said with a hungry voice. My hands went right back to cover each of his delicious pecs. They were moist now with sweat but I still enjoyed how the muscles and hair felt underneath my fingertips. We both made our own noises of bliss. It was a struggle to keep my eyes open but I wanted to keep watching how hot Sandro looked as an animalistic pumping machine with his body going to town on my cock. My hands kept moving in circles along his chest and then I went to gently flicking his pierced nipples. I could feel his sphincter and rectum muscles begin to quiver inwards. "Es-oohhh! Yeah. Ah yeah." he said along with other words I hadn't heard before. I wasn't too far from my prize of extasy myself. I tried to hold off to come together but I also made sure that when mine came, I'd get a hell of a tingling rush out of it. His armpits were dripping sweat onto my arms and legs. Occasionally the bottom half of his sweaty back would brush against my abdomen. We sucked up as much air conditioning as was blowing from the ceiling vent. "Oyyy Nate. I feel it. I feel it here. Here!" Sandro said followed by some moans. Also at that point, I put my head back against the seat and continued to rub my fingers across his chest. I decided to run my right hand down and feel around his straining ab muscles. With the look and feel of him riding me at full steam, I moaned with greatening pleasure. I started to say "Go, Sandro" but his cries leading to his orgasm drowned me out. I looked in the reflection of the tinted window to see his flexed forearm wrenching back and forth harder and harder on his own Brazilian joystick. "Ayyyy. Ayyyyy. AYYYY! AH--SI--ES-OHHH!" he yelled. His asshole clamped right down on me and then started its spasm. "OHH GOD! OHHHH GOD!!" I said as I put my head back and my eyes looked up to the ceiling. Again, my eyelids closed on me from the strength building up to my climax. I dug my head back a little more into the seat as my neck muscles tensed. I felt my body squeeze my prostate area like a sponge and then let my jizz go with full force. I exhaled with loud sounds as my dick fired off steady streams of my hot juice as far up as I could. Sandro still grunted like an animal and his underside kept caving in all around my shooting rod. I moaned, inhaled, and exhaled deeply. I felt his body shake as the sounds he made were all scattered in pitch and rythym. We both kept it going for a moment longer. I was coming down from my high feelings. By now I could open my eyes more and I noticed how sweaty and sticky we both were. My body was stuck against the back seat. Sandro stood up so my dick would pop itself out. I sat there naked and spent. There was jizz on my throbbing shaft and on the seat between my legs. Sandro wiped his ass with his t-shirt. He sat next to me and pulled me toward him. He leaned over and kissed me. I tried to make an attempt to tongue him back but I couldn't really breathe enough. So, I let him do more of the work. I think he realized that since he laughed. "Nate, you can't be exhausted. This is only a little of what will happen later today and tonight." he said amidst chuckles. I laughed too as I looked around the mess we made. "Holy shit Sandro!" I said in English. Then I continued in Portuguese "Sandro, look at what you did all over the car!" We both looked all around. The divider and ceiling had been blasted by that little musclehead's jizzstick. It was almost unbelieveable to think of how my cock must have made Sandro go crazy if he fired off that much and with that kind of force. "Ay, we're almost there Nate." Sandro said. He took his t-shirt and wiped all the cum off any place we saw it. "Here Sandro." I said as I handed him my shirt. I started to put my shorts back on. The car was entering an opening gate. There was a knock from the other side of the divider. Sandro was yanking his shorts on. He said "Shit shit shit. Nate, clean off the rest of the roof here!" With one last swipe against the divider, Sandro looked at me with a goofy smile. He flipped the switch and then the divider went down. A ton of cold air conditioning blasted right toward us. I can only imagine the hot, sweaty humid air that went into his part of the car. "We are here gentlemen." the driver said. He looked at us in the mirror and then gave a surprised look as he realized we were shirtless. He asked us "Did you not have enough air conditioning back there?" Sandro responded "No, it's Ok. We opened our windows so I could point out the places we passed by." I held in a laugh. What a good instantaneous bullshitter. I doubt I could've come up with a great lie like that. The car engine turned off. Sandro opened the door and got out. I followed right behind him. The bare-chested two of us walked with our wadded-up shirts in our hands. Good thing it was another hot day. "The pool is in the back, gentlemen." the driver said as he grabbed the bags out of the trunk. Sandro returned a rude comment of his own. "I've already been here. That's right where we were headed too." He and I left the driver and walked around the house. We got to the fence and waited there. "Hey! Alfonso!" Sandro shouted. The absolutely buff guy cleaning out the pool looked over at us. He wore a skimpy pair of speedos. I could see his big package from where we were. "Shit" I thought to myself. "Sandro!!" he yelled back to us. "Nate, that's Alfonso. He and I were together at the jail. You will like him, I know that." Sandro said. He was bouncing back and forth. You could see the eagerness to get into the gate. Alfonso was about to open the gate. He asked Sandro "What's wrong with your shirts?" Sandro answered "We had a fun car ride over here my buddy and I." Alfonso's smile was huge. He said "Really? So this is the Nathen I've heard about?" The gate door opened. Sandro and Alfonso playfully duked it out for a few minutes. Sandro's smaller gorilla-like body was no match for Alfonso's massive stature. Alfonso leaped at Sandro's midsection and bearhugged him. He picked Sandro up and ran toward the pool. Alfonso yelled "C'mon Nathen! We're going swimming!" Sandro yelled "No no no NO NO. AYY!" I stood there and watched Alfonso's hunky frame carry Sandro over to the pool. The guy was 6 feet tall and bragged quite a bulky frame. I imagined what fun it must be for Sandro to be lugged around like that. There were pictures of their former jail cell fuck sessions in my mind. Staring at Alfonso, I ran my hand along my semi-fuzzy chest. "God I hope I can look half as good as these hunks by the time I go home." I said to myself. In the distance, I watched Sandro's body get thrown into the water. Alfonso stood there with his fists up to the sky and hooted. I shook my head and laughed at how silly it looked. Alfonso turned around and yelled "Your turn little white boy from the United States!" What instantly happened next made my heart sink into my chest. I knew that at best I had about five seconds until his sprinting body full of muscle would snatch me right up! "Oh no. OH SHIT!" I said to myself.
As always, the constant feedback from you all is what keeps me inspired to go on. The emails with your own personal experiences and / or pictures never go unappreciated. It's nice to know that others can enjoy these journals I kept during my study program. If my job didn't keep me so busy, I'd try to get these submitted sooner.
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