Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 08:48:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 2 by Aihu Fist

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL by Aihu Fist
Part 2
Meeting a black family

Their conversation got cut short when something came up and spurted right
into his gullet. A bomb of salty frothy substance flowed against his
oesophagus. The liquid was hot; it tasted like?urine, which it was, of
course. After the initial shock he quickly adapted to the situation, and
not wanting to cry out and wake up the entire bus, he gobbled it up.

Next, after that, his big prick went half mast, and he disappeared. The
foreigner resumed his work with nimble fingers and a hungry mouth, until he
soiled his own drawers. He then managed to pull up the boy's
shorts. Ronaldinho was still dreaming, but alas, he never came. Our gringo,
however, did, which made it satisfactory, and not bad at all, given the
location and situation he was in.

He looked at his watch for the last time that morning because he needed to
catch up with a few hours of sleep. It was 5.30 am already, and the break
of dawn was only minutes away. However, the bus still had another 20 hrs to
go. The gringo put his shades over his eyes and tried to catch some
sleep. It was twelve hours later when he woke up by a single touch of a
hand which was now lying on his groin. The traveller squinted a bit but to
see who it was. He realized it was Rubinho who sat next to him; the boy had
traded seats with Ronaldinho. Passengers had already left the bus that had
come to a standstill in a terminal.

-Wake up, get up, gringo. We have arrived in Porto Seguro. We are home at
last, and you come with me, he said while pinching the gringo's flaccid
cock. He couldn't believe he was being blackmailed by a thirteen year old!
Rubinho snatched the gringo's backpack from the rack above his head and
said: --Embora (let's go).

And so they did. The port looked exotic with a bustling fish and fruit
market, but gradually they ended up in narrower streets where dozens of
Rubinhos and Ronaldinhos where playing hide and seek until they saw the
white man. The rushed to him and stuck out their tongues or laughed at
him. The house we stopped at was painted in turquoise and the door was
canary yellow. Rubinho had a key. He pushed against the door with his hand
and whisked gringo in, Ronaldinho tailed behind. Gringo nearly stumbled
over a litter of puppies yelping and dashing in front of his feet.

-Get those dogs out of the way, a plump female figure spoke. That was his
mum who definitely was in charge. Gringo heard some rattling of pots and
pans in the kitchen, and then a woman yelled:

-We have a guest, husband, come over here, and introduce yourself.

-My name is Ana; she said and shook gringo's hand with both of hers.

-Nice to meet you, madam, my names is Johnny, gringo said.

-And I am Adolpho, the man, who had come running out of the kitchen, said.

He was a slender young father with a very dark skin like his sons, braided
hair, Bo Derek style, vivid penetrating eyes, and arms reminiscent of those
of an Olympic athlete. He was wearing a white vest, which barely covered
his nipples.

-Welcome to our humble home. Make yourself at home, you must be thirsty,
would you like anything?

-Oh yes please, a glass of water, please?

-Don't worry young man, I get it for you, Ana said.

She laid her hand on his shoulder and pushed him gently down on the settee
by the TV.

-Mum, Rubinho, said. I have invited the gringo to be my private teacher of
English. That's what he does. He is a volunteer and does everything for the
poor for free.

-That's a nice Christian thing to do on his part. How admirable, Ana spoke.

She seized him up from top to toe.

-You must be tired dear, all of you, after such a long tedious journey,
aren't you?

Adolpho came back with a glass of water, and also offered him some
Brazilian cafezinho (small cup of sweetened coffee).

-To get some energy, he added with a broad smile.

-Mum, can he stay with us?

-Well honey, I don't know, we have little space, he could sleep on the
settee, but that would be very inconvenient for all of us, as we would wake
him up, and he would have no privacy.

-Privacy?

-Gringos love their own room and don't like to be disturbed by someone
walking into it without knocking.

-He could sleep in our bedroom, couldn't he?

-I don't know?

-We put in a second mattress, and we can take turns in sleeping on it, no?

-You must ask your friend, Ana replied and looked at gringo for that.

-I am humbled by your invite and I think I can adjust just fine, no worries
Madam, gringo spoke.

-Just say Ana, please?

-Ok, Ana.

-So, that's settled then, Ronaldinho quipped.

It was the first time he had said something. Never before had he uttered a
word to the point that gringo thought he was mute. So, gringo turned around
and gave him a glance of acknowledgement, which Ronaldinho returned with a
wink.

Rubinho saw that, quickly grabbed gringo by the arm, and said in a firm
tone:

-Go and take a shower and then you take a rest on our bed. Let me show you.

Mum smiled, cleared the table, whereas dad sat himself down, and continued
watching his novella (soap).

The bedroom was huge and the bed was a mattress on the floor. Sheets nicely
tucked in around the corners, a raggedy Teddy bear by the pillow, with a
few little toy cars at the foot of it. In the far left corner, by the
window, stood a desk covered with notebooks. The sun was ready to set; the
lights got switched on in the house.

-Go on, gringo, get soaked; take a shower. It's just next door, the soap
and shampoo are on us, he joked.

Gringo smiled at him, turned round and went. It was great to feel the cold
water gush over his travel weary body, in particular, when he hosed his
family jewels. He sprayed them from between his thighs from the back, back
and forth which re-energized him faster than any massage would have
done. The apple shampoo aroma was just what he needed to feel at home. Then
a thud on the door stopped his indulgence and reverie with his own body.

-Gringo, hurry up, it's me, Ronaldinho, I need to shower too.

-Ok, sorry for that, gringo replied, and rubbed himself dry as quickly as
he could. Then he opened the door and faced a Ronaldinho who was wearing
boxer shorts. He seized up gringo and gave him a slap on his bottom as he
walked into the bathroom.

-Get dressed now, mum shouldn't see you running naked through the house
like that.

Gringo was naked but for the tight blue undies he was wearing.

-I'm kidding; Ronaldinho piped, and leaped into the shower. After the
shower Ronaldinho joined gringo in the bedroom and picked up a comic
strip. He seemed unperturbed by gringo's presence, as if he had been part
of the furniture for ages. The boy had put on the same dirty stinking
shorts he had worn for the past twenty hours.

-I wished I could see his real package underneath those ragged shorts in
day light, gringo thought.

-You still haven't put on a pair of decent trousers? Rubinho asked him.

-All is dirty, I replied.

-Here, he said, after having browsed through a few drawers in his parent's
bedroom, you can use my dad's knickers, and his fisherman trousers.

The knickers were not holed and smelled like they had been recently
washed. So, he took no offense. Ronaldinho was running around like mad,
only to come to a halt when Ana changed channels, and 'O Globo TV'
announced "Isaura", the novela about 18th century slave history. Ana turned
her head in gringo's direction and said: you can join us, but maybe you are
too tired and sleep is what you need.  We, on the other hand, are early
birds and stay up late, please don't mind. Please, do feel at home and do
whatever makes it comfortable for you. Rubinho at that point jumped the
gun, pretending to be tired too.

-Goodnight mum and dad.

-'Night son, and sweet dreams, honey, both parents replied.

He shut the door with a push of his left foot, pivoted on his right and
said: there you go gringo, we're alone for at least an hour. As he said
that, his hand grabbed my crotch.

-You like little boys, don`t you?

-Yes, I do, gringo retorted eagerly. And you like big boys?

-Yeah, right so, I've liked big dicks since I was seven. I have been
around, you know.

-Go on, I am all ears, gringo said.

-Well, we haven't always lived in a house like this, you know. We have come
from Rio where we lived in a favela (slum) known as Barra da Tijuca. I use
to be a drug courier when I was barely five.

-What?

-You heard, Rubinho said matter of factly.

-It was survival, you know. No one pays attention to a five year old, but
that's exactly what I did, running errands for the big boys out
there. Sometimes drugs, other times guns. When I was six, I knew how to
handle a stengun and a knife. I'd stab any motherfucking kid who'd stand in
my way. Until I got busted by the cops and I was sent to FEBEM (government
delinquent re-education institution). That's where big boys made me eat
their big dicks.

All the while he hadn't stopped squeezing the gringo cock, which was hard
by now, and aching to be released from its confinement.

-What happened there?

-Things you gringos cannot even start to comprehend, but lots of bad and
good things. It was a prison for young people and many things going on
there one would not believe. But let's not talk about this now, dude. I
want your dick, I have never seen it; can you show it to me?

-You're crazy, boy, what if your mum or brother walks in or your dad.

-You really are naïve, aren't you? Do you think you are the first gringo,
ever, to stay over here? I had dozens over here, just like you, and mama
and dad knows exactly what I do with them, but for the record between you
and me, they just don't want to know, you know.

As he said this, he held the gringo's package in a firm grip.

-Show it to me, I must see it.

-OK, OK, gringo said somewhat overwhelmed. -Go ahead, take it out.

Rubinho unbuttoned his dad's fly and peeled his trousers off gringo's hips
and thus disclosed a huge tent in the knickers, which made him all the more
excited.

-Great, great, just what I hoped for, it is huge man, Rubinho piped.

Next, his hand plunged into his tight undies and hauled up his big
cock. Yes, well, he had a massive penis, couldn't help the fact that he was
uncut. The knickers were rolled down immediately all the way below his
knees. He pulled down his foreskin slowly, but with the love and care of a
professional rentboy.

-I am going to suck it, but it will cost you.

-Cost me?

-You still haven't got it, have you, stupid gringo? Remember I caught you
red-handed with my cousin, I can turn you in any time, and my parents will
testify that you have assaulted me indecently, while you were sleeping with
me.

-Gringo froze, didn't know what to say. This went way too far and it was
more than he could take. Rubinho had turned the table and gringo was at his
mercy.

-What do you want me to do?

-Nothing, just let me suck you dry, and then tomorrow we'll go together to
the nearest ATM where you will pull out some greenbacks with which will get
us through this month. You are my sex slave, and you will do as I say, and
don't even think of running away, because I will tell on you to the Federal
Police. You won't be able to leave the country, ever.

This sounded like a dream turned into a nightmare.

-You will satisfy my needs, my cousin's, my dad's and maybe even my mum's.

Gringo shuddered at the thought of having to have sex with a woman. Rubinho
had sunk to his knees and began to kiss his balls and cock head.

-I have no sperm yet, but you have, so I want to swallow yours, he said.

His tongue moved around the head of gringo's penis and poked into the slit
of his pisshole, which made him squirm and yelp like a puppy.

-Are you coming?

-Nearly, go on?

-Good gringo, I will you come like never before.

He kept pulling at his sac and rolled his foreskin back and forth, while
sucking full force at his glans, until gringo couldn't resist any longer
and shot the entire load in Rubinho's mouth. The youth didn't let go of the
cock and swallowed it all. Gringo cramped up and gave him the full load in
short but heavy ropes.

-Kid, you are a pro!

-I have learned the trade in FEBEM, he said proudly.

He looked at gringo and let the dick pop out of his mouth.

-That's worth 20 dollars, Ok?

-Well, if you say so, gringo groaned, trying to sound not too worried.

-Let's get some sleep now, Rubinho said, with a big yawn, "soon everyone
will go to bed".

Ten minutes after the lights went out, Ronaldinho hopped in bed too, to
gringo's left side, and Rubinho to his right, right by the door. Gringo
found it hard to unwind, but decided he'd have a clearer head about it if
he slept on it. It was so hot, humid, and stifling in that room, so he
tossed and turned while the boys slept like a log. His head spun at the
absurdity of the how this story was developing. A young boy led him to his
house and had blackmailed him with police if he didn't do what he
said. Would he really do that, could I afford the risk to sneak out now,
but why would I? Gringo thought.

I had roamed the world to find the boy of my dreams and here was one who
wanted me so badly. Although he was not a pretty face, he had brains enough
and balls and cock to please me every night. I do prefer his brother,
though, gringo thought again.

Then gringo turned to his other side and faced Ronaldinho's bottom and got
hard once more. He couldn't help it, he simply had to touch him, and so he
did. Ronaldinho was wearing precious little but that same cheese holed
loincloth. The string disappeared in the crack of his bottom. Gringo traced
it and touched down by his soft little pucker, gently probing it, massaging
it. The boy didn't move so gringo moved a centimeter closer, undid his
zipper, got his hard wood out, and maneuvered it toward the middle of the
boy's buns. Ronaldinho slept in a foetal posture, so his cock accidentally
touched his ballsac, which his cock head greeted with
pleasure. Unwaveringly, he discretely lifted his left thigh so that he
could sandwich his rod. Then the ride began; however steamy, it turned out
to be the right time to do so. Neither of them made a sound, it was just
perfect lovemaking.

Rubinho's face looked heavenly when gringo looked over his shoulder to see
whether he knew what he was doing. The friction of his glans from which the
foreskin had retreated got so itchy; he had to pause a few times. He'd
always been too sensitive, and could never bare a lot of blowing or licking
of it, which was detrimental to prolonged screwing. Anyway, he resumed his
steady swagger, and just as he retracted the glans half way his thighs, he
shot thick ropes of sticky glue, which he abandoned between the young
thighs. He left it like that, it would dry up and the boy wouldn't know or
find out about it. Thereafter, at last, gringo fell asleep.


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