Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 10:59:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 23 by Aihu Fist

Shackled love in Brazil part 23
by Aihu Fist

Rubinho was fast asleep after the explosion from his loins had sapped all
of his energy. While he had been jerking off, dad and mum had been making
plans for him. How were they going to control his movements in and out the
house? Given his delinquent past they couldn't really treat him as any
other ordinary boy. Sure, they agreed on giving him a second chance in
life, but what guarantees did they have that he would abide by the house
rules? Or that he would not relapse in his street life prior to his FEBEM
life? He was coming of age and that was the most dangerous of all ages in
which one seeks to affirm oneself as a man. Porto Seguro was not Salvador's
Pelourinho, still, enough thugs and street urchins who might entice him to
take part in any shady business.

-We should have ears and eyes out there, shouldn't we, Dad? Num spoke.

-Mmmmh, you have a point, Dad said. –But I cannot think of anybody I
know how lives in the streets. It would be good, however, for Rubinho, to
have a mate of his age, to play with. Growing up alone with adults is no
good.

-Hey, why don't we invite your nephew over?

-My brother needs that boy at home, but maybe a few weeks of on holiday
here might work out. I will ring him up tomorrow.

With these nice ideas, mum closed her eyes and soon was in world of wonder
of her own.

Dad, however kept tossing and turning. He couldn't believe he was only a
room away from Rubinho. It was 2 am, and he couldn't find sleep. He thought
of the pretty lad alone in a bed and of how he would have liked him next to
him. In his stead he had this woman who as much as him yearned for the same
cute boy. They both knew they were very lucky having this precious pet in
the house. The moments of Rubinho jerking off in that room played on his
mind. It trailed on like a feature movie. The lecherous smile of the young
teen while he squirted his load on the mirror and the hard-on he had from
it was something he'd keep to himself. Such moments were to be cherished in
times when Rubinho was not around. He rolled over to his side, then on his
belly, next he curled up like a young boy in fetal position. Mum did not
wake up. 3 am...what to do, hein? The train of thoughts provoked his member
to rise. His big black hand pushed it down between his hairy thighs, his
heart pounded faster as he was thinking of leaving the bed and walk over to
Rubinho's bedroom. Mum had taken her sleeping pill so she wouldn't hear
a thing.

Let's go and check out that kid, he thought to himself. The boy would be
sleeping; if he walked lightly over the floor Rubinho would not woken up
either. Once by the door, he hesitated. Was this OK? What if he woke up? He
would only have to say that he wanted to be sure he was fine. An excuse any
parent can make. It would drive home the message that he really cared about
him, wouldn't it? The excessive worrying had turned his cock limp.  Luckily
the door handle didn't squeak. It was a full moon and she shone a white
bundle of light into the room. Rubinho lay flat on his back spread-eagled
with his Dad's undies in his left hand. What a sight to behold. Half of his
face had turned into silver. His right shoulder, arm and hand were defined
by the silver snaking down to his hip, knee, thigh, leg and foot. Dad stood
perplex and breathless. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he approached
this sleeping prince. Silently he got on all fours and crawled to the boy's
foot, which he touched briefly.  He faced the sole of his right foot, stuck
his tongue out and licked the heel of it. The point of his tongue continued
to toes, but nothing happened. So, he sat for a few seconds and see if
anything had moved, It hadn't; not even his head. Gosh the boy was really
gone. Dad, left the foot came by the hip. His nose got the scent of the
boy's sweat. Boy's sweat is so different from a man's, it is the ultimate
elixir of boy lovers, he thought. A perfume no one has been able to produce
in this world of cuntfuckers. What if he woke up all of a sudden? But Dad's
hand was faster than his mind, and was already on its way to the exposed
sweaty colhoes. Like pearls of an oyster they lay gleaming, glistening in a
ribbed pouch. The lifeless penis had its head on the right ball in the
sac. It was tempting, too tempting not to caress it. Dad was going to risk
it. He let his hand snake up close to his hip and like a cobra's head it
stood ready to strike the object of his desire. A soft push of his middle
fingers tightly knit together, on the penis head, did nothing at all, but
Dad,s own cock stood straight against his belly drooling with pre-cum. Hit
bit his lower lip, he had never felt so nervous because he had never done
anything like it in his life. Once more he nudged the head which lay
forlorn behind a wrinkled fleshy collar. Still nothing...no life came from
it. His index finger trailed down the seam that holds the sac together and
when it reached just under light weight pouch he made finger turn round and
lift the sac from there. The sac was hairless like his groin, and it felt
smooth as a baby's. From that point it wasn't far off from Rubinho's anus.
The stretch from the end of the sac to the boy's hole was quite moist, Dad
liked that. So he slid his finger up and down with utmost precaution not to
wake him up. He was lucky that Rubinho was lying on his back and his legs
far apart. About a half an hour had passed and the boy was still breathing
deeply. Dad's hands were rough from the hard labour he'd done and did in
his life. The touching of the baby skin sent ripples of excitement down his
groin. His cock was begging for a few good jerks. Dad's right hand went
down to the pulsating dark shaft and began the manly ritual of pumping his
own meat. His finger had found the boy's entrance and probed it gently,
there too, he found sogginess, so his finger would not scrape the anus.
Dad's breathing was deeper and louder. Half of a fingertip was in the
arsehole and the sphincter was real tight, so tight, it felt like it was
not going to let the finger go any time soon. It seemed to suck it in
deeper, and to his surprise this tightness made everything more exciting,
more pleasurable. It was the adventure that, the risk of getting caught by
surprise when Rubinho woke up. But Dad, wanted to play it safe for the
moment. He pulled out his finger and sucked it like a pacifier. Another
day, I'll have more fun, he thought. He left the room as silently as he had
come, slipped into bed next to mum, who had not noticed anything.



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