Discovering Brazil
by Zustara Orur
A story (C) 2002/2003 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!
English is a second language to me, so please excuse any goofs present herein regarding grammar, spelling. I try to do the best I can!
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Chapter Sixteen - Breakfast with Brazil:
"So THIS is what it's like, touching another guy's...", he said with wonder in his voice.
I blushed. "Um, well, yeah...", I replied, my voice kinda funny and quivery since he wouldn't stop rubbing my dick! "You've already touched it before though... Uh, when... When we sat in the sofa together... You had it in your hand and..." I just blushed really hard, then Brazil kissed me really nicely, just like he'd had years of practice. He made me calm right down.
"Nate, I know. Uh, I wasn't really asleep... Well, I was, kinda, but a part of me wasn't, you understand what I mean?" I nodded and hoped he would at least peck me one more time. He brought me up to a sitting position again and smooched me, which was even better! "I knew what my hand was doing, but I wasn't really doing it. It just happened! It wasn't anything like this though, it didn't feel hot or sexy or anything, it was as if it wasn't even my hand holding your... Uh, your... You know."
His hesitation to simply say the word made us both giggle almost hysterically! "Come on man, you can say it! 'C, o, c'...", I started, then he placed a finger on my lips.
"Hush, darling", he said, which made me tingle all over. "Let's not use such foul language." We giggled a little more, and I sucked on his finger and then on his tongue when he put it in my mouth! The giggling made him hold his head in pain though so we got back to the previous topic of 'why'. I held him as he started explaining more of how the previous evening had come to happen. "You have to understand! My aunt's been even worse than usual, she was told on Tuesday she's going to get audited by the IRS, and I don't think her business's doing too well. She's been pissing and moaning about how slow things are for weeks now and how some Russian competitor's outbidding her and all kind of shit. I'm not sure. but I think she might be doing some Enron-style bookkeeping, and that's what's making her so nervous..." That was worth a little laugh I thought, but he barely smiled. "Nate, I missed you so much, I didn't know what to do. If I got drunk, I thought at least I wouldn't think about you so much, but I did anyway, so I just drank more and more to make you go away, and then you were there all of a sudden and..." He sighed heavily, holding his hands over his temples. "Oh god... I feel awful", he mumbled, letting his head hang down.
"You need to go pray to the porcelain deity?", I asked solemnly and THEN he laughed, though only quietly.
"No, it's not that kind of awful, not in the stomach. It's up in my head, because I've been so stupid."
I nuzzled his neck softly. "Don't feel bad, I've been stupid too. I understand, and I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"
He nuzzled me back. "No Nate, will YOU forgive ME?"
We kissed and simultaneously went, "I..." Kiss. "Forgive..." Kiss. "You..." Then another kiss, a long one, a nice one, a wonderful one. I boned up so hard and so quick I barely had time to stick it in between his legs, pushing it in as far as it would go, and Brazil just moaned continuously as I held his lips firmly with my own. His hands were on my butt, grabbing me firmly, no forcefully actually! His fingers grazed my butt hole, and that just made me push even harder back at him, moaning also.
Right then there was a loud, distinct knock on the door to my room. "Boys...?", my father said from the other side. We went white both of us! I swear, even Brazil, despite his tan! Our thoughts were going at the speed of light I think, wondering if he'd heard us or not. "What you want for breakfast?" He paused, waiting for a reply. "Boys...? Okay, I'm coming in whether you like it or not."
We both immediately went, "no, wait-"
Too late! He didn't wait at all, he just opened the door and saw us sitting snuggled up and hugging each other so tight we were basically INSIDE each other, one hundred percent buck naked of course. I couldn't really feel it myself anymore, but the smell of semen must have been thick in the air. Thankfully, dad didn't make any outward sign he'd noticed however. "Ah. So you are awake after all. Any particular requests, this fine Saturday morning?"
"Coffee please", Brazil said, blushing faintly as we sat there holding each other. "Lots of coffee."
Dad nodded, drawing the whole process out, getting the most for his money when it came to embarrassing us. "Coffee, huh? Well, that would seem both prudent and fitting I suppose... So how do you like it?"
"Black as midnight and sweet as a stolen kiss thank you", Brazil replied with a slightly embarrassed and silly-looking grin. We held each other as firmly still, and my dick throbbed and refused to go down, feeling so at home snuggled up to my sweet Brazil's nice, soft privates and reaching in under his firm bum. "It's an old Romani saying...I think."
Dad smiled, then he just stood there teasingly, looking at us. He did it on purpose to make us embarrassed. "Dad, come on, leave us alone!", I whined.
"Why? You haven't said what you'd like", he teased.
"Do I need to spell it out for you? I'm with my boyfriend! It's PRIVATE stuff!" I said in a voice that tried to sound annoyed, then grabbed a pillow and tossed it in his direction but missed by like three feet since I was starting to laugh so bad.
Brazil seized me even firmer in his arms. "Am I your boyfriend?! Really, huh?"
His smile was so beautiful. "Yes, you are my boyfriend", I told him gently and then we smooched each other. Just... Smooooooooooch...
"Alright, your prayers have been answered!", I heard dad say with a chuckle seeing us kiss. "Nathan, I guess you'll have whatever the rest of us are having?"
I gave dad a thumbs-up, not wanting to let go of my cute boyfriend's lips, then dad said, "Oh, by the way... I looked up your aunt's number and called her to let her know where you are so she wouldn't worry. Nobody picked up the phone but I left a message on the answering machine", then he finally removed himself from my room and closed the door again.
"Worry, her? If anything, she'd be happy to be rid of me...", he mumbled.
"Oh Brazil, don't say that! At least *I* don't want to get rid of you...!" He wouldn't cheer up so I let my voice become as warm and pleasant as I could make it. "How are you feeling now?", I asked him, busy stroking his body. "Can you... Can you remember anything of what happened during last night...?"
He paused, as if checking. "Well... I seem to recall most, if not all of the embarrassing moments...", he said slowly and hesitantly. "That means I seem to have an account of more or less the entire evening." His careful facial expression slowly changed into a smile.
I whacked him - lightly! - on a shoulder, smiling as well. "Okay, you rascal. Tell me what I was wearing!"
"A bit suspicious are we, don't you trust me?", he said with a grin.
"Come on, don't dodge the subject man", I said and smiled gently at him. Of course, he was able to repeat exactly what I had been wearing, even right down to the color of my boxers actually, a plaid pair of baggy Bjorn Borg ones. Not really my style - I prefer the tight-fitting variety - but dad gave them to me so I use them. Undoubtedly surplus from the store, but it's the thought that counts, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or something like that anyway. "Ok, so tell me, how DO you feel, sweetheart?", I asked him.
He giggled at hearing me call him that, but then when he understood it wasn't just something I said only to have something to call him by; it really was something real, then his face reddened slightly and he looked away for a moment until I put my hand on his cheek and brought his face back towards me. He smiled so beautifully, so gently when I did that. "Well... I have a monster headache of course, and my stomach is upset with me, and my muscles are feeling kinda tired and worn out somehow, but other than that I can't complain...", he said with a wry, crooked grin.
"I can make you feel better", I said with a big naughty grin instead!
He shone up in a totally juvenile, kiddy-like smile. "Aw gee, wouldja, mister? I'd really like that!", he went in a bright voice. I merely giggled in response and started kissing my way down his body. When I reached the midsection of his chest, I pushed him down flat on the bed. As he sat with his legs folded in under each other that left his amazingly cute dickie wonderfully exposed, his thighs spread wide. He made no attempt to straighten out his knees, so his groin was all pushed up and within easy access for me, and when I reached his tummy with my kisses I placed my hands on his hard-tensed buttocks. Every kiss made him quiver, especially as I finished the kiss with a little lick of his smooth boy-skin. His navel got extra attention of course, I kissed all around it and tickled him real good with my tongue. I could taste my own semen on his tummy as I showed him my love by kissing him like that, but it didn't bother me at all.
I didn't make any detours on my journey southwards, didn't try to trick him or fool him about where the final destination would be. I wanted it, and he wanted it. Both wanted it, so bad...
Brazil's wonderfully cute little dickie was still soft, it stayed soft as I kissed right above the base of it and licked the smooth skin surrounding it, felt the immature beginning of honey-blonde pubes that seemed to melt into his tanned skin like camouflage, each strand of hair only a quarter-inch in length at most, and not very densely spaced together either. He stayed soft as I licked the appendage itself and nibbled at it with my lips, and even when I did what I had wanted to do ever since first seeing him completely naked; slowly slurping him up like he was the world's thickest noodle! It was amazing, even though he didn't get hard... He still reacted with the utmost pleasure though, especially when I took hold with my lips around the top of the shaft and pushed towards his body, rolling down the foreskin all the way to expose his tip. He was so easy to handle while soft, so easy to get into my mouth... His taste was just like smooth skin, if just a little salty from sweating during the previous evening and night, and some more salt from my own slime I'd smeared on his body. I gobbled him right up all the way til my nose was buried in his short, immature pubes, sucking on his cute soft dickie just like a calf does on its mother's teat. I was hoping I would taste his boy-milk any second, working to please him as best I could.
Ali hadn't let me suck him very often, he usually felt too freaked-out to handle it (and I sensed that automatically and didn't try to do anything with him those times), but Brazil seemed to love my technique despite my lack of practice! He had his hands in my hair, grabbing my head, pushing me towards himself even harder, moaning my name and writhing. I tickled the tip of his dickie with the tip of my tongue, squashed his limp shaft up to the roof of my mouth and held it prisoner there as I sucked on it and pulled myself off him, then gobbled him up again all over again, again and again! I couldn't get away even if I wanted to, he wrapped his surprisingly strong legs around me, locking me in place... It was wonderful!
I had no trouble fitting his tight nut sack in my mouth as well when he was all soft like that, teasing it right along with the rest of his delicious anatomy with my tongue, making it tighten up just like when someone's getting ready to climax... I intensified my efforts, doing all I could to please my love by stimulating his dickie and running my hands down his tight athletic-like tummy over and over, but just as I was SURE he was about to ejaculate even though he hadn't stiffened up the least bit at all, my dad knocked at the door again! Exactly how annoying isn't that! I was simply a bit irritated over the interruption, I didn't even consider how it would look if dad decided to open the door and enter!
If he hadn't heard what we were doing THIS time he must have been completely deaf, but all he said through the door was a neutral, "breakfast, guys", and that was it. I let Brazil's yummy dickie slip out of my mouth real slow, and then I made sure I licked off as much of my saliva and mucus as possible so he wouldn't feel gross once we put on our underwear back on again. He looked at me and smiled, both content, yet frustrated in a way that we hadn't been able to finish properly.
He looked at me a little worried. "Is it okay? I mean-"
I interrupted him, knowing what he meant to say. My boner was impossible to avoid noticing, and he laid there in my bed all soft still despite being given a pretty okay blowjob I have to say... He felt embarrassed, I knew he did, and I had to put things right in his mind or he'd start to worry and feel uncomfortable. "Yes, Brazil. It is okay, you're not gay, it is okay!"
"I love you", he responded quickly as if to quench my worries - of which I had none - as he sat up with me in my bed, his face real close to mine and looking deep into my eyes. "Never doubt that."
I smiled back at him. "And I love you." We embraced and kissed, with lips, and a little bit of tongue too, me pushing my erection into his firm body as hard as I could, letting it cradle and lift up his cute soft dickie that was still moist from my recent administration, then letting the tip of my hard-on push itself in under his tight ball sack. It made us both moan of pleasure into each other's mouths!
We only put on underwear, he in his sexy briefs and me in my trusty boxers, then Brazil let his arm sneak around my waist as we left my room. He wasn't afraid of touching me, just like he'd always behaved since we first met. Darn it, I can be so thick sometimes... I should have trusted him more. We went to have a pee first before going to the kitchen though, because we both needed it.
Breakfast was great. Brazil and I giggled constantly, despite the fact his head hurt really bad and he had to take two aspirins to help it go away. He had two huge cups of coffee with what seemed like a ton of sugar in it, and said they tasted really great, just the way he wanted it, and then dad had him gulp down an even bigger glass of mineral water to compensate for any fluid loss. Brazil only ate some scrambled eggs and that was it. He couldn't stomach much of anything more solid he claimed, but eggs are nourishing dad replied so he still ate some. He squeezed my naked thigh under the table after he was done, seemingly as unaware as always when he was doing it, but I knew we both felt a lot more relaxed about him doing it as well, so when his squeezes changed into caresses I pushed my leg towards his, opening up for him, and that invited his hand to wander up my leg slowly towards my rapidly stiffening dick. Guess my face must have shown what was happening, because suddenly dad winked at us and wondered if we really thought a kitchen was the place for such behavior! We blushed a little and stopped what we were doing. Well, not quite. Brazil's hand stayed on my leg, but it stopped moving. My bone stayed the way it was too, fully extended and poking straight out! I was so happy my dad did not have X-ray vision so he could see through the solid wooden table, but the way I just started blushing gave it all away of course.
Dad seemed so amused, he just sat there with a straight poker face all except for his eyes which twinkled at me telling he knew exactly what was going on. Of course he asked some about how Brazil was feeling, making sure he got a straight answer, and Brazil told him he felt kind of the way you might expect when all things were considered, but that was okay. He'd been stupid, and he was gladly paying the price for that stupidity, it would remind him of the consequences, and such reminders were good. I agreed, and I didn't even have to say it out loud, he knew anyway...
"Okay Brazil", dad said. "There's some Digestives in the cupboard over there on the top shelf if you guys want a biscuit treat after breakfast." He pointed with his hand to show.
Brazil smiled. "Yes Mr. Theron", he replied politely, which made dad smile.
"'Mr. Theron', huh?", dad replied wryly. "Just call me Eric, okay? I don't need to feel any older than I already am!"
A giggle came from my cute boyfriend. "Okay then Mr. Theron, if you insist! >From now on it's Eric." They shared a grin as Brazil got up from his chair. Oh, dad's SO MEAN! Of course he knew Brazil would have to stretch up to reach, and thus show off his awesome butt in those revealing briefs!
"Sure, and don't forget alright? I don't like to be embarrassed", dad told him and smiled.
My boyfriend didn't seem surprised dad knew the nickname I'd given him; dad had picked it up during the previous evening of course and genuinely seemed to believe that was his real name since I never used anything else. Brazil just replied with a quick smiley "Okay!" and got up from his chair. Of course his briefs had done the almost-wedgie-thing like they always seemed to do whenever he sat down, so I stared. I really stared! Dad saw I was staring of course, and his eyes were showing he was laughing his ass off on the inside! It was like the hottest thing ever, seeing my almost naked Brazil stretch up on toes and wiggle his body to reach up and get the Digestives pack, and I could have sworn they'd stood on the lowest shelf the other day. Dad, damn you and thank you at the same time!
When Brazil turned around I was a bit slow in pulling my lolling tongue back into my mouth and closing it, he saw how hot I thought he was and he just grinned from ear to ear, coming over and sitting down right in my lap! My bone stuck out from underneath the tight, neat bulge that was his small ball sack, I desperately hoped dad couldn't see me poking up like that since I had to pull out the chair a bit from the table to give Brazil room to sit! At least I was all covered by underwear, always a small consolation. I just started going away like crazy, knowing my dickhead was snuggling up into his nice pouch as I hugged Brazil tight to my body. Dad poured us a glass of milk each, then my boyfriend sat there in my lap with his hands on my knees and I fed him milk-dunked Digestive biscuits (that was the way he liked them). Oh, it made me so incredibly turned on, I just had to start kissing him all over his neck and shoulders while my free hand caressed his nipples or his tummy or sneaked down to cup his privates on top of his underwear for a few short seconds. I must have given him five or six hickeys and he just writhed of pleasure again... Dad quickly went to the sink and started to clean up to give us at least a little privacy.
"Alright guys", dad said with his back turned. "Go brush your teeth, then you can do whatever you like, though Nathan, I suggest you two take it easy. ...For the sake of Brazil."
"Yes dad, I promise", I replied. "We'll just...hang out, okay?"
"That's fine. Now go, I'll deal with the dishes."
Brazil carefully slipped off my lap and followed me slowly as I took him to my bathroom due to his still aching head. When we got there, I gave him a new toothbrush to have as his own to use whenever he came over, mine was a transparent green, Brazil's was a transparent blue while dad had a transparent red one. When we were done, we kissed and tasted our fresh mouths, it was great! I love spearmint-flavored Brazil! I quickly moved to release my dick out through the fly of my boxers and pulled down the front of his briefs, then slipped my hard shaft in between his legs. We kissed more, hands on our butts, squeezing us together. My dick loved it where it was, it was held up so tight to his body, supported by his small briefs. I made more goo because it felt so nice... His hands were the first to sneak inside the other's underwear. He let his fingers spread out over my butt cheeks, used the tips of his fingers to rub my skin. We stood there kissing for so long dad came and knocked on the door, telling us that unless we knocked it off in five seconds he'd come in regardless. He too needed to brush his teeth and have a shave and all that boring stuff grownup guys do in the morning.
I pulled out from the warm place I'd let my dick rest in and put myself back in my underwear, then I had to hide behind Brazil's back as we let dad inside, because my erection would simply have been much too obvious otherwise. I backed out of the bathroom with Brazil as my shield, but dad didn't care. He was busy smearing shaving cream on his face and didn't pay any attention to us. We went to my room and sat down on the bed. He asked me to strip out of my underwear for him and started to pull down his own too, but I stopped him. I wanted him that way. When I was naked again - which didn't take long at all of course - I sat on my bed and patted the space in between my outstretched thighs. He sat down carefully and leaned back against me, closing his eyes. He relaxed as I cradled his head with one hand and kissed a cheek from behind, then put my other hand over the nice bulge that was his cute dickie and ball sack. I wanted to just hold him like that, feel him against my hand, and his tight underwear made it such a sexy package to hold as well, so neatly bundled up and easy to cup.
"That feels so good", he whispered as I snuggled him up to me, holding his privates in my hand, them being held in turn just as protectively by his small briefs. He sat there and breathed with his eyes closed, resting while waiting for his headache to subside, for the poisons to clear out of his system. I on my hand simply felt mega excited by having him so close, feeling his young scent, soft skin and warm firm body, all that and the thought of my semen still covering him. He'd slept through much of the night with my boy cream smeared by my own hands all over his butt and back, slept happily and peacefully even, as if my essence calmed him and brought him even closer to me. Then in the morning, I'd added more still, and even that did not bother him. It calmed him further, made him totally convinced of my love, as if the act itself of my cum ending up covering him was a sign of me loving him, that everything was good and true and just the way it was supposed to be. Of course that was not all of the truth of course... My love stretched to so many other, so many deeper levels, but to him, feeling my teen seeds on his body had come to have a special meaning somehow. Maybe... Maybe it was because I was the gay one. I love boys, while he just loves me... It somehow made him assured he was a boy, that I love him.
Brazil didn't get hard even though I massaged his genitals gently, but he did shiver slightly with delight in a half-sleepy manner. He was drifting off in my arms, only thing keeping him from falling asleep completely was my massage of his privates and my many soft smooches. It stimulated him even as it relaxed him. I found myself humming to him, some old lullaby that my mom had used to sing to me when I was just a baby, before she... Well, before she noticed I was in fact a boy and started to despise me I almost thought. Actually, it hadn't ever been that bad. She just stopped being particularly affectionate once I reached school age, and she became increasingly distant as the years went past. She was even less likely to comfort me if I'd fallen and scratched up a knee or something like that than my dad was, and comforting boys when they've hurt themselves is sort of the primary task of a mom after all! (Right alongside providing food and shelter and all of that too, I suppose.) When I was just a little kid though, she used to pick me up in her lap and sing to me.
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