A Dangerous Threesome

A medium sized city on the North East coast of Brazil, not really on the international tourist trail. Chris and Ryan, an American couple, 40-ish, and Van, a local guy in his late 20s, are together in a room of the city's best hotel.

Van, standing in the middle of the room, is tall and muscular: he would be out of the Americans' league at home. Van is letting the bottom of the couple, Ryan, unwrap him like a Christmas present. Ryan stands on tiptoes to peel Van's vest off, then pauses with Chris to admire the man's body. Van flexes a broad bicep and laughs as Ryan runs his hand over the curves of it; then Van guides Ryan's fingers down over his chest. The guys Chris and Ryan had seen so far on the beach have been slim, defined, smooth but Van is different. Ryan's fingers runs over hard, hairy pecs, a wide brown nipple and then, further down, over even denser fur on a belly where a layer of fat clearly hides dense muscle.  

Ryan's shaking a bit as his hand reaches the waistline of Van's jeans, the point just above the heavy, tightly-packed bulge of the Brazilian's crotch. He glances up for permission to his boyfriend. Chris grins at him, "Open it, babe."

The three met for the first time a couple of hours earlier, over dinner.  The waiters looked carefully at Van as he sat down to eat. Chris and Ryan clearly fitted in the expensive hotel restaurant, shiny and in-shape, corporate haircuts, chinos, bright shirts they'd bought especially for the trip.  Despite being local, Van was equally obviously the guest, with his cheap flashy clothes showing off muscle, harshly blond-highlighted black hair and dense tattoos.  

Over dinner, Ryan was cautious, shy, left the talking to Chris. Normally Ryan was chatty, and not unconfident in his short, well-shaped body and a face that even at 38 could definitely be called cute. But Ryan couldn't quite believe this bulkily handsome, hung (they'd seen the pics) young guy was in front of him, still less that he might be about to fuck him.  

Van was polite and friendly. He explained to the couple how he spoke English. "Was one year how you say - 'informal working' - in Toronto, construction, my pica nearly froze off." He shrugged, "Was happy they kicked me back, not much money but life is good here."  

Van suggested ways the pair could fill their time on holiday - expensive beach bars, clubs and restaurants. Chris said, "You should take us those places". Chris knew some of the attraction was the couple's money, and he was offering Van a week of the best lifestyle the city could provide. Van ate as much as he wanted from the dinner menu; Chris was careful to show he didn't even need to look at the check as he paid.  

It was agreed after that. "So?" Chris asked and Van said, "A week of fun? Why not." He would be with the American guys - in and outside the bedroom - for their holiday.

The sexual details had been discussed before Van even got to the hotel, on the app. Van was a top - totally - the first thing he had said was that he wouldn't even touch dick. But that was fine. Chris's plan was that over the week he and Van would tag-team Ryan's holes.  Chris - 41, tall, dark, skinny and toned, always busy and ambitious - was excited, looking forward to feeling like a young stud again, using his cute boyfriend with another hot player. That was mainly it: Chris was definitely 100% top too when it came to fucking. But he didn't need to go in for macho bullshit, he thought proudly as he looked at the Brazilian. He wouldn't mind - and he knew Ryan wouldn't mind - if he sucked Van's nice cock a bit too.  

In the hotel room, Ryan slowly unzips Van's jeans. Van's piece falls heavily out: he's not wearing underwear. The penis juts out uncut from a dense, wiry bush. It's a good length but its the thickness that makes it bigger than anything the two Americans have seen before in real life. Van starts stroking himself. His body responds promptly and soon his dick is a wide as a can of soda, coarse veins pulsing and snaking down the heavy shaft, the head wide, broad and swollen. Van's obviously freshly showered, but as he gets hard and his foreskin fully retracts there's just the lightest, manly smell from his crotch; it makes Ryan's head spin.  

Van finishes taking his pants off, lies down on the bed, still playing with himself. He smiles at them sweetly. "No hurry for you? We have all this week, yes?" He gestures for Ryan to join him next to him on the bed and Ryan strips rapidly. "Chris you on other side of Ryan. You kiss your boy while he jerk me."  

Chris feels a slight twinge of annoyance that he's not setting the game plan. Chris takes charge of most things that happen to him and Ryan, like he's done finding their holiday fuck. Still, Chris thinks Van's idea is a good one - a gentle opening; it will be so much better to feel comfortable together and then the real fucking can start tomorrow.

So Chris takes his shirt off and positions himself on the edge of the king-size bed alongside the familiar curves of Ryan. He watches Ryan grasp Van's cock, and then he leans over his boyfriend's face, kissing him, easing his tongue between the warm lips.  

Ryan's small hand barely reaches round the immensity of Van's manhood. The tool is rock hard, and Ryan's soft strokes glide up and down Vans shaft. It feels like he's stroking warm steel, coated in velvet. He lets Chris kiss him for a minute but then he lets his partner go, knows he needs to look at the tool he's working, actually needs to get two hands on the job.  

Ryan leans in closer and grasps Van with one small white hand on top of the other. He gets a pace then starts varying the speed, making Van groan, tense and then relax. He watches as beads of sweat form on the man's hairy chest. Dribbles of precum start to leak from the brown head of the fat dick and to trickle down the veiny shaft.  

Chris looks on, happy to let his boy enjoy this first playtime. And Van's dick really is a sight to look at. Chris shoves his hand down his pants and quietly jacks himself.  

Van's eyes are half-closed with pleasure and Ryan moves to a steady, fast pace, building him up to cum. Van groans, runs his hand over his own chest as he lets Ryan service him. There's so much precum now that Ryan's hands are working the dick with a thick white froth of Van's lubricating juice.

Van grunts loudly, his body stiffens. His big dick twitches. He angles his body at the last minute so that he shoots the thick strands of his warm load all over Ryan.  A jet powerful enough that the first two pulses of cum land squarely in the bottom boy's face. Ryan instantly strokes the warm seed into his mouth, swallows it down.  He leans over to lick the dick clean - he's desperate to get the penis in his mouth, but Van stops him. Instead, Van scoops the dribbles of cum off the shaft himself and makes Ryan lick it off his fingers.  

Ryan sighs with pleasure. He's very hard but he doesn’t need to shoot- he's deeply satisfied: getting the man off is what counts for him.  

Chris, though, gets up, "Gotta piss guys."

He does need to get a load out after what he's seen and he feels weird now doing it in front of Van.  He looks at himself, at his near-six-pack in the bathroom mirror as he wanks. "I've got it" he tells himself as he imagines tomorrow - Van's big dick in Ryan’s mouth, Chris in his boyfriend's ass. It only takes seconds for Chris to cum and then he waits briefly until he really is ready for a piss.  

Meanwhile, for Ryan, with Chris gone from the room, the atmosphere suddenly changes.

Both still lying on the bed, Van glances over at Ryan. There's a pause and then Van rolls on top of him, pinning him down. Van grabs Ryan's wrists, holds them together above Ryan's head easily in just one of his big hands. He sneers down at the American without saying anything. Ryan stares up at Van's young, hard face. He quivers, thinks of calling out to Chris, but he's paralyzed like a mouse facing a snake.  

Van reaches down, takes hold of his own dick. He rubs it, softening but still huge, against Ryans belly. He whispers hot breath into Ryan's ear "This week only this dick in your pussy, viadinho. "

"That clear?"

Ryan nods dumbly. He can't think - he's stunned by the weight of the man on top of him, the sudden tone of command and control. Crushed under Van, he gasps, breathing in air full of the smell of the man's fresh sweat.

Then the toilet flushes and Van rolls off Ryan, smiling nicely at Chris as he emerges from the bathroom.

Van cleans up, agrees some plans to meet up with the guys the next day and heads home.  

Chris is pretty happy. He burbles excitedly. "It's great he didn't want to rush it. He's clean and hot, and respectful even. He's nice, he's going to show us round the city really good, I bet. Jesus we're lucky."

Chris rubs his dick through his trousers, he's definitely got some more in him. He smiles at Ryan, asks him what he wants to do now Van has gone. "We could go for a late drink on the terrace, or - you know - you and I could do it? warm that ass up ready for me and Van to use it tomorrow."  

But Ryan pulls a grimace, "I don't think so babe, dinner was - you know - kind of big and rich. Lets go and have that drink."  

Earlier that day 

 Lourivan Hasssad Pereira - Van - rolls over in bed. It's midday and the sun is burning through the small dirty window of his bedroom.  Van is hungover, had a big night, he's still tired but it's too hot to stay in bed. He runs his hands over his hairy chest, sniffs his armpit, Jesus he needs to shower. He plays a bit with his morning-wood-hard dick, but that stinks even worse. He obviously fucked last night, but can’t now remember who or where.

He goes to the bathroom, picks up his phone on the way. Some of yesterday comes back to him. His boss at the gas station had pissed him off, and, mid-afternoon, Van had given him the finger. From there he had some alone time beers at the corner bar and decided the rest of the people in his life were greedy fuckers too. Everyone just wants a piece of him - his time, his cash, his body. So Van called his bro, scored some powder and the rest of the night was a satisfying, hazy mess of getting angry, getting high and getting off.

He glances at his messages as he pisses: from his boss telling him he's off, unpaid, for a week, possibly forever. His bro complaining that he hadn’t paid him and that Van had somehow got them kicked out of a club. A smiley face from some pretty boy he only just recognises as he looks at the pic: his fuck comes back to him. At the end of the night he'd found himself loitering outside the bar where the younger gays gathered. Van had easily picked off the best one, and had screwed him quick and hard in the bare  basement of the boy's apartment building.

Among yesterday's messages, there's one from a school friend, wanting to catch up. Van's suburb is poor, working class but it’s not a slum. Most of his old friends have decent jobs now and the friend's offer to take Van to out for drinks downtown confirms Van's sour mood.  

Van blocks nearly everyone. In between washing himself and jacking off in the shower, he decides to look forward, thinks about how he is going to spend this unexpected week off.

He heads to the kitchen, shouts to his mother to get him some food. He flicks open apps on his cheap chinese phone while she serves him his breakfast.  

The pair of Americans stand out on the hookup app: not too many foreign tourists in this town. Chris responds immediately to Van's "hi" with a cascade of photos.

Van's plan starts to form. Looking at the clean-cut rich Americans, their soft, open smiles, he thinks that he can be clever, he can be the greedy fucker.

The couple are older, but OK-looking: an image of  Ryan's white, plump, gringo ass is particularly doing something  positive to Van's dick. Getting ass is easy though and older gays are often generous.  Van likes control. The game will be getting this pair to give it him, getting them to recognize exactly how much Van needs, and deserves.

Chris tells  Van on the app about what the couple want to do in bed. It's all bullshit of course - Van will do what he wants.  But he is going to have to play it slow, bring them in, dominate both of them. Van leans back in his chair. By the end of the week he's going to own these rich bichas.