Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2014 19:37:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist chapter 6 SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist chapter 6 He was thirteen going on fourteen, had a few hairs on his pubes, his balls huge like a young bull's and hanging low. He had afro hair like Michael Jackson, who had kept it that way until he turned twenty-three. "Boy, you are a black handsome devil. You have been tossing since you abandoned your diaper, you have not wasted time on algebra, have you not, boy?" Julius turned shy and because of that his dick turned flaccid. "Hey hey, don't let your lordship die on me, boy," Nelson joked. "Now turn around and let your big bro admire your awesome nigga bum and strong body." This was his chance to draw them all in. Haul in that net of boy meat. "Wow, ain't he cute boys? I mean, i am not poking fun at him or you boys, but wouldn't any of you like to have a bite of this dark chocolate fudge?" By now all eyes were definitely on Julius' posterior which shone like a pair of polished lackey shoes. Don't be shy boys. And you Preciosa what are you still doing so idle on your back. Get your face over here. Jerome did what he was told and got on his knees on which he shuffled close to Nelson's side. The other boys stood on Nelson's other side and kept a close eye on everything Preciosa did. Julius afro-haircut was as big as Nelson's but Black pride from the USA had not yet reached the South American regions yet. They had seen pictures of the Black Panthers and such, but too young to follow the politics of the day in Brazil let alone the Yankee ones. Nelson had a similar fashionable bush above his cock which Julius was looking at jaw dropping when he first saw Nelson butt naked. "Julius and I are brothers in blood, we carry the ancient spirits of our ancestors in our veins. We do not need words to understand beauty when we see it. I am sure Indio and his people feel the same. Despite Monito having two lines flowing through his body we love him equally as a brother.Some may look at him as a mongrel, but not us. We have sworn allegiance for a brotherhood and it will remain so. I am so grateful for this beautiful day, for this present you brought me. I am no racist but something in me tells me that this white boy turned girl to serve us, and a purpose this day. We have joined the races and although we cannot create or reproduce a baby in that pussy, we can still pretend, can't we? The boys were lost half way, his words going over their heads, but they all nodded and clapped hands encouraging to go on with this grand speech. "See, the white man stole us Africans from our lands, made us work and slave for him, abused us, tortured us, killed us and after slavery stopped we are no better. We still lick their arses and we work and slave like asses, don't we?" "Sim, sim, sim (yes)," they bleated. Nelson moved closer to Nelson who had not turned around but looked over his shoulder occasionally. Nelson's young leader hand softly touched down at the small of Julius' back. "So, beautiful a colour, that black. Look how it shines this black gold." He rested his fingers just above the cleft of the perfectly round bottom. Julius quivered and his cock tried lifting its head. Nobody but he knew. He had enjoyed the caress of his soul brother, and hoped for him to continue the caresses. "This skin is my skin, this is the skin we want to die for and have died for. It is as sensitive as a white one. But the white skin was never much of an ally of the black skin." Now his other hand ran through Preciosa's tousled hair. His nails bit his scalp like fleas crazy for blood. Nelson was aching to see the white boy please the black boy. "Show me your tongue, girl." Jerome stuck it out, colour of a wild orchid. Nelson showed his and said, "you must be good at licking ice cream, but have you ever licked a proud black panther's bottom?" "No, I haven't, sir," Jerome hoarsely spoke. Too shy to look in his eyes. "Well, now is your chance to taste that pride." Nelson gave Julius' bottom a last feel-up and sighed, come on run that pink muscle over that brother's arse. Julius smiled, but only he knew it. This boy had his feet planted on the wooden floor like he was not going to move ever. His arms crossed over his chest, he awaited the first touch of the pointy white boy's tongue. Jerome lapped the skin as if he was trying to make patterns on it. He quickly ran out of juice, but when he stopped Nelson pushed his back on like he was a dog. Julius could not hold back anymore and gradually began to moan and gasp. "Are you OK," Nelson asked, as if he was worried he wasn't. The left bun was glimmering with spit and the right half was twitching with uncontrollable yearnings for more. After ten minutes, Nelson pulled Jerome's head back by yanking softly at his hair. "Now, you have done well, but the worship of black pride has only just begun. I am sure that your friend Julius will not mind you darting your tongue in his boyhood, don't ya Julius?" Julius, looked over his shoulder and showed a flickering set of white teeth between the very stretched dark lips gorged with blood. A quick wink of an eye to his mates who seemed baffled or jealous that he was getting all the treats had not gone unnoticed by Nelson. He needed no further assurance that he was OK with it. Julius had lost all inhibitions in front of all, bent over holding himself steady with his hands on his knees, so that Jerome alias Preciosa had full access to his glory hole. That hole was pinkier than Jerome's tongue could ever be. Nelson was itching to lick it himself. The boys had their cocks secured and began yanking away. The full Monty was on its way, the carousel of wet dreams come true for all. All for one and one for all, indeed. Nelson groped his own balls and his vain motherfucking cock was in the mood for a wild sex rodeo. Julius did not have to spread his butt cheeks, Jerome did all the work. His tongue darted in and out like a woodpecker's bill. "Good girl, good girl, carry on." He too allowed the kid to touch him. After what they had seen of Nelson, they could not deny that he knew a lot and had a lot to teach them. They knew nothing and because of his birthday they were now learning how to fuck a chick. Nelson stroked the fat cock and pulled the foreskin back with not protests, not even so much as teenage rebuttal or mockery from any of the three mates. Slowly the dickhead emerged proudly from the fat foreskin. "We need some more spit in that pussy, boys." Wads were unloaded on the boy's hole with precious care. Finally, Julius positioned himself and his cock and rammed it in, at first struggling to pick up the rhythm, but minutes later he drilled away at it, drawing the girl's pussy ever so close to his balls with his hands like clams on her hips. They all cheered him on, while he fucked like a mad rabbit and Nelson had moved over to the front to find Preciosa' lips again. "I love you baby, let's kiss." Their tongues entwined and glued like spider rag. It tasted like honey. "Honey, have you ever tasted my manhood?" "No, I have not." "Well, it is an opportunity now. We will get to know each other better if you bow your head over my long gem stick and lick it real slow." Nelson cupped the boy's skull and brought it down to the level of his veined javelin. "Say ah, girl of mine." "AAAAAH!" The black rider moved his javelin upwards and hit the girl's cave walls. "Now suck this lollypop to your heart's content." Sometimes while sucking, Julius bounced him so hard that Preciosa would lose his balance and fall over Nelson. It was hilarious and educational. They all ogled at how one could suck a penis. "So girlfriends do that sort of thing to a boy, Nelson?" "Good girlfriends do everything for their love. Some will even lick your poo holes." "Really?" Monito quipped. "Yep." Julius was panting, it took way too long..much longer than with the others. When they thought calling it a day, he all of sudden found his breath back and went all berserk, pumping ever so hard, calling his girlfriend names. "Come on bitch, you slut, give it to me. Aaargh, dam you slutty girl..aaiiee, yegggghh oooooooooh:" That was it, he pulled out and when he did, he cried,"Oh noooooo! Blood, so much blood!" "My god, Nelson joked, " you fucked her when she had her periods! You little pervert. Only perverts do that. Poor thing." Everyone but Julius and Preciosa laughed their heads off. "You ripped her apart inside. Gee, bro, now what? Go away, I īll lick it up," Nelson said. "this is so yummy, pure nectar:" Preciosa did not wince when the tongue touched his anus, it was rather soothing. Probably the wound was deeper inside. But if it had not been for this wound, people would never have found out. To make the picture complete, Preciosa did suck all his bullies and went back to school with them, but the occasional drop of blood in his underpants after he had been to the toilet, and alerted his mother. Soon, the school medics found out and all fingers pointed to Nelson. He was put away for thirty years in Carandiru where he survived renting out his arse to all who wanted him. In his thirties he was the leader of the pack and picked out the ones he wanted. Lots of lovely ebony and ivory boys had danced to his tunes. "Johnny? Johnny?" Nelson was shaken out of his reverie by someone calling the name of someone he had just ridden. Damn, the little bitch downstairs is waking up, he reasoned. Quick, to get hold of him, Nelson rushed down the stairs. Rubinho was waking up slowly and realised he was in a big bed by himself and wondered where everyone had gone. "Shhhhh, amiginho, everything is alright, your friend is too tired to hear you. I was there and took care of him. you guys really roughed it a bit, I have the impression. As if your were on the run for something or someone. Why driving at night? Who are you really, honey? Rubinho put his head back on the pillow and shrugged his shoulders. His face was placid and when he closed his eyes for a few seconds Nelson felt the urge to kiss them. The lamp on the night table made him look so angelic in appearance. one would never dream or imagine this boy's violent past. One would almost always fall for his innocent looks. Especially when he smiled or when sleepy. The bed sheet only half covered his body. Despite having fucked Johnny, Nelson's blood was rushing through his main arteries and those included the ones in his cock too. Fortunately his boner was not visible in the dark room which had but a tiny window. The heavy dark brown curtain was closed and did not let any daylight in. What should I do? Nelson wondered. Go to bed and sleep next to he kid or go downstairs and wait patiently until they get up? That could be as late as 7pm! Then after supper they might want to sleep again or maybe watch a movie? Let's get dressed and leave him to himself, he will be here for at least a few days or a week, or a month? It all depends on how long I can keep them here. The dark broad shouldered figure turned on his heels and went for the door... "Nelson?" "Yes?" "Please stay here with me?" Nelson walked back to bed and sat himself on the bed close to Rubinho. "What's up boy?" "Please do not go, just lie with me and hold me." Nelosn stripped off his boxers and sneaked under the covers to hold that black boy who could have been his son. Two strong arms held him tightly and hugged him like a dad would do. Like two spoons they fit together. Rubinho knew the man was horny for him and did not have to guess much when something hard was growing and pushing against his bum, but did not say anything. his own dickie responded quickly, so much it became uncomfortable in the skin tight spandex fabric that kept everything in place. "Did you know your dad, Nelson?" "No, I did not. Why you ask?" "Because I never had one either, so you know what it feels like, don't you?" "I stopped thinking about it, boy. But if you want me too I could be your sugar daddy?" Rubinho turned around so he could talk face to face with this stranger whom he was intrigued by. "Would you be able to fuck your own son?" "Dunno, boy.You have some strange ideas there." "You mean it does not happen." "No, sure, it does, I just never have with my dad because I never knew one." Now the cock had grown so big it felt like a salami held between two tummies. There was no way Rubinho could ignore it as much as Nelson could not ignore the stalk Rubinho had produced. "Maybe I could help you to get rid of your undies?" "If you like so..," Rubinho quipped. Nelson's fingers were quick to get the job done. Rubinho lifting his legs and then turned back to Nelson's face and sighed as if he had a long story to tell. Two cocks crossed like swords, both anticipating a duel, the bodies' heat increased, the voices silenced. Who was going to speak first? The hands did. Rubinho's hand moved to Nelson's hip and Nelson's locked the boy's chest to his. "I love you, I want you, the man whispered. Do you love me?" "I do not know what love is, Nelson. Honestly, I do not." "I can teach you what love is if you allow me." His cock oozed a long thread which connected with Rubinho's navel as if establishing a fatherly umbilical cord with his object of lust, because let's face it, Nelson was lying. he did not want love, he wanted the boy's cherry. He was not the father type. Nelson was not good at talking. he was a man of action. "So you are telling me that this gringo takes care of you?" "Yes, he befriended my uncle and I asked my uncle if I could travel with him and we did. We are good friends." "Do you sleep together like we do now?" "No, no, he is a very religious boy, he would never do that, I swear to god." "Say, you love me, baby." "I love you, Nelson." Then a long pause of was filled with caresses form all sides. Nelson's lips ran from shoulder to shoulder, from head to toe, from front to back. Hands met and intertwined. Thin and agile fingers between long and hard ones, callused by hard labour. A hard boney knee encrusted in the perineum, fingers descending soft fleshy curves. Rubinho for once played the passive part. he wanted to be conquered, taken, desired, squashed and squeezed by big arms and thighs. He wanted to drown between those rubbery full blooded negro cushions they call lips. He wanted those white teeth to munch his tiny tits. He could even bare the black man's nails digging for gold in his skin. The thumb and index finger feeling up his ball sack wanted to make him scream, "more, more of this!" But he did not. I have to pretend I am a virgin and give him the illusion I am one. Nelson's hot rod was brimming with fresh sperm barely one hour after he sprayed Johnny's arse hole. The man had enough juice 24/7 for a entire orphanage. Rubinho straddled his cock whose head brushed the bridge between the sack and the anus. The black uncut dick rolled its collar back and forth hitching the itch and preparing for the assault. Rubinho forced onto his back surrendered to the ramrod. Until then not one word was spoken by either of them. This was love, Nelson had said. Was it? Rubinho wondered. Who cares, let him ram the shit out of me. The one eyed one smirked at the anal fortress which was about to be overrun by one man and his pitch-black weapon. Eyes closed Rubinho let the bridge down raised the white flag. The conqueror was told there would be no resistance. The trooper could march in bearing the ramrod like a codpiece. Nelson marched through the gate and got nearly lost in the precincts. He enjoyed crossing the bridge so much that he often retreated to march in again. "You are mine, now. mine all mine. I am in all the way, I am your master. The king of this castle over which I will rule forever, Nelson thought. Let's set off the fireworks!" Rubinho shuddered allover. The ramrod had turned into gold the semen into silver, the cherry into a diamond. "I love you baby, I gave it all to you. Don't you ever betray my love." Rubinho virginity was truly taken. Blood trickled out of his cherry cave onto the sheets. "I will love you forever, I promise," Nelson heard him whisper. Exhausted, the fire extinguished, their minds and bodies retreated to where dreams and nightmares live. ---------------------------------------------- Please do not forget to donate to Nifty.org thank you Aihu Fist