Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 06:35:16 -0700 From: Aihu Fist Subject: Shackled Love in Brazil: The Sequel Part 1 (Revised) SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL THE SEQUEL by Aihu Fist The bus ground to a halt, it was filled to the nook with passengers. The driver put his sweaty face through the window and asked Rubinho what was the matter. In a few words Rubinho got everything we wanted and needed. Fortunately they had some money to pay for the extra oil and petrol. One passenger had left the bus, he dusted of his trousers and shirt while the bus sped a way. He was darker than Rubinho, a real negro; his skin shone like polished ebony. He looked at them and said, "You guys seem to have had a long and tough journey but no time for a shave and a bath, I am right so?" Rubinho translated it for Gringo who was quick to reply, "Yes, sir, we had one long ride throughout the night and no sleep whatsoever. I need a shave but my young friend will not, though." Rubinho chuckled a bit. "Where are you heading, folks?" "Oh, there must be a town somewhere where we can find a posada, don't you think so, sir?" Gringo piped back, trying to sound cheerful. "Sorry for asking you, but, is that boy your son?" "He is my nephew, who I have come to visit. We are driving back to his parents after the holidays we spent in Bahia." "I am afraid to disappoint you, but it is another half day driving before you will find anything decent to crash out on. What is your name by the way?" "Rubinho." "Johnny." "Well, nice to meet you, I am Nelson." "Oh, Nelson, like our famous admiral." "Where are you from, Johnny?" "England, Nelson, I am English." While they were talking Rubinho let his eyes travel on Nelson's from head to toe. Man he was tall, and muscled. The dark blue veins ran like highways on the inside of his forearms. His neck was short like a bull's, a flat stomach, and hands like waffle irons. He was a real black hulk. Rubinho tried to imagine him naked and it was a wonderful image in his head when that materialised. His gaze got stuck on the package, his crotch, which promised unlimited virility, ecstasy, loads of white juice endlessly squirting, and heavy plums in palpable leathery sack. The lips on his face were a dark purple which framed his ivory white teeth. His tongue was lighter than his own, the nose was broad and glistening with perspiration. His brow was flat and narrow, maybe that was because he had very dark broad bushy eyebrows. His eyelashes were long and his eyes light green. Yes, amazing. This man had Indian genes in him. Nelson, as if he felt Rubinho's eyes undressing him, turned his head to him and asked, "What do you say, I invite you to spend the night in my home? I am alone and I do enjoy company occasionally. Got no woman to boss us around, no dogs to bite anyone, but the house is your house tonight, if you still want to. Johnny's and Rubinho's eyes lit up and looked at each other. "Why not?" they said simultaneously. "We are grateful for this, Nelson. For, yes, we can definitely use some rest." "it is a kilometre on foot from here, but with the car we are there in about ten minutes," Nelson giggled. The car tank was soon filled up with petrol and geared up to make the move to Nelson's home. Tucked away under a few trees stood a house, a bit like Dad's house, only much smaller. The man did not have a dog, but he had a goat, a cow, and a rooster in a pen behind the house. Nelson was gentleman enough to carry Gringo's sleeping back to the house. Inside it was all wood such as the floor, the walls, the beams, the doors, which made it cozy and homely. In the living room stood a red velvet couch. A small TV-set on the floor. The kitchen in the back was a mess though, but what was to be expected from a man without a female? "I do not have a double bed for you guys, but I have one couch on the first floor which is for you Johnny. Rubinho can sleep on the red couch, and I sleep in the room next to the kitchen. So, if anything you need, you do not need to be afraid to call me or knock on my door. Now, you can take a bath and I will prepare some food. There are towels in the cupboard in the bathroom. I always keep spares for guests. "C'mone, Rubinho, you go first." Johnny quipped. Rubinho lifted his butt from the chair and hopped to the bathroom. "He is a nice kid, is he not, Johnny?" "I am sorry, Nelson, but I do not speak or understand a lot of Portuguese." "Oh, that is alright, amigo. Just make yourself comfortable, how about a drink?" Nelson gestured to where the whisky stood. "Help yourself," he said in Portuguese. Johnny grabbed a glass and poured himself a stiff drink and cheered to the host. Then walked through the bathroom door to ask Rubinho if he was alright, but turned speechless when he saw the boy all but naked. The sun rays coming through the window instantly turned him into a Donatello sculpture. Jeez, barefooted, drops of water sparkling on his skin. What a sight this was and it was all his! He wore his special underwear, the one he had worn to entice Mum. "Are you alright, mate?" Rubinho asked "Yes, I am, Rubinho." Nelson was quite busy when Rubinho came out of the bathroom and while drying his hair with a towel he smelled the alcoholic drink and asked Johnny: "You like that?" "Occasionally, I do, Rubinho." Rubinho smiled. "It is your turn, Johnny," Nelson piped from the kitchen. Go, quickly, the cold water will refresh you too." "Cold???" "Yes, who wants hot in this heat?" Nelson giggled again. "OK!" And off Johnny went. As soon as he had gone, Nelson walked over to the lad who had seated himself on the red couch. Rubinho looked perfect in his sexy birthday spandex undies. "Hey little amigo, you look so fresh now, I cannot stop looking at you. Your hair shines, your body shines, you are a fine piece of artwork. Let me look at you for a a few more seconds." Nelson hooked his hands under Rubinho's armpits, lifted him up from the couch, and put him down on the floor. "WOW." Nelson said, while scanning the boy's body. "You are as heavy as a feather!" Nelson did not know how to proceed. He wanted this lad so much it was obvious to himself and Rubinho. What would his uncle say? How long would uncle stay under the shower? Surely in ten minutes he could befriend this young boy? "Come here, Rubinho, I like to give you an official embrace and welcome." Nelson crouched and pressed Rubinho's tummy against his cheek. One hand rested on the boy's bottom and one on Rubinho's hip, with a thumb on his loin. "Your body feels hot, Rubinho, do you know that?" "No, Nelson, I do not." We all know Rubinho lied, for he was so hot the minute he felt that giant's hand on his bottom, and that thumb that had become the cause of heating up by his balls and cock. Jee, he thought, I cannot control myself. Indeed his little pecker puffed his chest and grew in size inch by inch. "Tell me, Rubinho, from a negro to a negro, is that young man really your uncle? I won't say anything, I promise." "No," Rubinho, whispered, "We are just friends." "Just friends, huh? Nelson squeezed his buttocks a little harder. "I think you are a naughty boy who loves naughty things with this naughty gringo, is that not so?" "No, no, that is not true, believe me, Nelson. He sponsors my family like a godfather. He pays for my school." "I bet he does, Rubinho." Nelson grinned. Another squeeze followed. Nelson pretended not to see the rigid little pole in Rubinho's fronts. When Nelson heard the bathroom door opening up he quickly whispered, "Tonight, we will talk more, lovely baby!" By the time Johnny walked into the lounge, Nelson was back in the kitchen, chopping up veggies for a nice succulent broth they would eat. They sat around a round table and slurped away the food. "You have to excuse me, friends, I need my siesta. You are at home, you can read, watch TV or go for a walk around the house." It had just gone 2pm and a siesta could easily last three hours. Johnny decided that he was too tired to do anything so he went upstairs to take a nap. Rubinho thought and felt the same so he lay on his side on the red couch and closed his eyes. By five in the afternoon both kids were still sound asleep when Nelson decided to get up and make himself a cup of coffee. With coffee in hand he sloshed around and ended up by the couch and saw Rubinho dreaming like an innocent lamb. This one is ready for slaughter, Nelson mused. He walked around the couch to stand in front of that tiny body and admire it. He slurped the last bits of his coffee, put it on the table by the couch and said, "Thank you god for this nice innocent lamb you thrusted in my lap. I have been praying for it so long. I will now take care of it, thank you Lord." Nelson crouched again and scooped the boy up from the couch with his strong arms. Rubinho, opened up one eye and met Nelson's eyes. "Whe...where...?" "Shhhh, boy, shh, I am going to put you in a proper bed. A little prince like you needs all the care he deserves." Nelson cradled him all the way to his own bedroom. In there stood a king size bed that was his. Rubinho was laid down on it on his side, his legs pulled up, knees on his chest. Nelson joined him and pulled the boy close to him. Leaning on his left elbow he peered over Rubinho's face. He ran his left finger over the nape of his young neck then over the right shoulder down the left arm over to the left hand that cupped his groin. The finger travelled up to the navel and higher up to the nipples where they remains for a while, softly twirling them. Rubinho did not give a sign of life. The finger continued to his chin, lips, nose eyes and ears, but returned quickly to the mouth. Fortunately the big negro finger was not coarse, but soft. It pried open the lips and to his surprise Rubinho's lips enclosed it like a tight sphincter. "Mmmmh, you like that, buddy? Those subconscious reactions are promising." Nelson whispered. What Rubinho did not know was that Nelson takes his siesta naked. Nelson lay stark naked on the bed with Rubinho still dressed in that tight spandex undie. Nelson was totally aroused. His penis's glans was so long that it covered his bellybutton. Now dangerously waiting for action. The glans was a flawless pink, a stark contrast with the black foreskin which was being pulled down by Nelson. Rubinho's sexy bum touched Nelson's pitch black sack whose skin was shrinking because of the occasional breeze that blew on it from the open windows. "Oh, baby, what a lovely pair of cheeks you have here. If they are so smoothly packed in this sensuous fabric, imagine how they feel without them. Let me help you to become a natural boy...It is not your nose that will grow but your little dicky, alas, I am not Gepetto." Nelson pulled the boy onto his back, spread his legs a bit and began peeling the undies from the sleepy body. He threw the undies next to the bed and parted the legs some more. "I want to see all of it, little negro, my precious little negro whore. Yes, I know, you do not have to tell me. I have been there and done that myself, ages before you were born." He lifted his feet into the air and ogled at Rubinho's boy hole. A wet finger went from the man's mouth to his exposed butt hole. It was a lovely feeling. But then Rubinho began to mutter in his sleep. "No gringo, not now, not now, I do not want." Nelson did not understand English much, but a `no' and the name `gringo', was enough for him to understand that Johnny was not exactly Rubinho's uncle and that more was going on between them. "What shall I do with this godsend present? He thought. He rolled Rubinho onto his tummy and placed his long rigid penis just under the boy's crack past the perineum and touching the seam of the boy's sack. Slowly Nelson's hips moved foreword. His hands in push-up position by the boy's armpits. "Slowly, slowly, easy," he whispered. "I will not yet pop your cherry, I promise you, Rubinho baby, but I will fuck you between your legs." So, he brought the boy's thighs together to enjoy the friction of his penis between them. He went on for some time but stopped short of ejaculating. I will show you both who is in charge here, this boy is mine, it was a godsend! The white boy should know that! He spoke, eyes directed to the ceiling, Nelson nattered. Nelson got our of bed and abandoned Rubinho there. In stealth mode, Nelson climbed the stairs to gringo's and saw him lying there on a mattress on the floor. Half undressed. A white pair of briefs, socks still on, a half empty whiskey bottle and the glass emptied next to his head. He calculated that gringo had had at least three or maybe four glasses and he did not seem to be the type that drank, so this boy was knocked out! He acted quickly. Down came the white briefs which he smelled before he continued the planned assault. "Lovely aroma, mate!" Johnny said nothing, he was absolutely gone. Now totally butt naked, Nelson spat on his own long shaft and pink helmet and aimed for a mouldable white buttocks' arse hole. The hot tip slid in as easy as a knife through butter. The head was in, the foreskin withdrew and formed a real black collar every time he pushed in until the collar itself disappeared into the white lad's anus. "Mmmmm, mmmmmhhh," Johnny wailed. "Are you fine, buddy?" He asked in Portuguese and he got no answer. But then Johnny's body tightened up, froze, relaxed, froze again, struggled to get the strong dark man off him, which was a struggle Nelson did like but would ignore. "I have you under my thumb, gringo trash. People like you and me end up in the jail where we get fucked over and over, like I have been, and Rubinho has been. You took advantage of him and I am now taking advantage of you, hihihihi, you like it?" Gringo said nothing but with every stab he groaned some more. The black guy was pumping away, deeper and deeper into gringo land. Until he came, nearly screaming it out... "Aaaaaahhhhh, filho da puta, que gostoso, que safado...gosteiiiiii!" (son of a bitch, how yummy, how shameless...loved it) He flopped his dick out and turned gringo onto his back. He sat himself on his chest and wiped his dick clean on Johnny's lips. Suck it baby....you are mine, and you will not leave from here until I say so. I need some joy with the little laddie. If you do run away i will call the cops on you. I got your ID, your bank card, and the boy. You are both a godsend, but the little one will only be serving me as long as he stays here. Now sleep some more."