Mom and Dad say it’s jabuticaba fruit season now! They live on a farm and are already picking those little black marble-sized sweet fruit. I know that in Ibirapuera Park, there are several trees of this kind. I bet it should be ripe now, for last week, they were still green.
At the distance I see people under the trees, and they must be here for the same reason as me: to savor the delicious juicy fruit. By the way, they also make great jam.
As I am collecting them from the ground, like other people, I notice a guy using a long bamboo stick. He hits the black fruit and everybody picks them from the ground, which is matted with dry leaves. He eats a few and says they’re very sweet. Then, he gives me the stick as he is leaving the park. A few kids from around join me in picking the fruit.
My plastic bag is heavy and sticky with the juicy fruit. Boy, I must have already picked almost three pounds of fresh fruit! Then, just as I am about to leave, a man in a bike comes in, and starts picking the fruits too. We greet each other and he says he loves eating fruits directly from the tree.
“I’ve just had some pitangas from over there. They’re quite nice and sweet too.” He eats several jabuticabas in a row, moistening his lips. He wipes his mouth with his gloved hand.
“Pitangas are nice, but they’re a little sour for my taste.” Pitangas are fruits the size of marbles as well, but shaped like a Jack-o’-Lantern pumpkin. They’re usually red, dark orange, and I’ve even seen the black variety. They also make delicious juice and jam. But I don’t like their large pits.
“But those ones are quite sweet, I guarantee you.” He licks his lips and eats some more fruit.
As I glance at this strong man, I notice some cat hair on his dark blue cotton T-shirt, which barely covers his strong shoulders, chest, and small protruding belly. He’s also wearing those biker’s shorts, which are tight fitting and disclose his protruding manhood. Upon close inspection, I find a little hole on his left leg of his sinful shorts. As he climbs a low tree branch, I look at his firm round butts. What a hot guy! He must be in his early thirties. I wonder if he’s gay!
“Maybe if I shook some branches, we could get a few more jabuticabas.” He says, while climbing on a thick branch.
“That would be a good idea. But it’s going to be a lot of effort.”
“No problem.” He shakes the branches. I admire his strength and energy. I also admire his strong massive back and round firm butt straining against the elastic fabric. What a great sight from heaven!
“It’s worked!” I decide to stay a little longer. “This is the first fruit I’m eating today.” I smile as I taste one.
“You mean, you’ve only been picking them up and not eating them?”
“Yeah. Well, I mean to make jam with them.”
“But you don’t eat them?
“First, I’ve got to do the hard labor. Then I enjoy the fruits of my labor.” We both smile.
“I see. I just pick what I like and eat it on the spot. I carry no backpacks, no pockets with me.” He smiles. “Well, I wish I had my fishing rod here, I’d pick many more with it. Maybe I should bring it here next week.”
“I guess next week is going to be too late. I mean, there won’t be many left on the trees.”
“You’re right.” He smiles. “I use my fishing rod to pick up cambuci fruit.”
“I’ve never seen a cambuci fruit before. Is it sweet?”
“You’ve never seen one? Well, it looks like a tiny flying saucer, but they are orange. You can eat it raw and I guess you can make jam with them too.” He smiles and eats more jabuticabas. “My girlfriend loves them too.”
“I see.” I force a smile.
“Here, have some! Those are extra sweet!” We look into each other’s eyes for the first time.
“It’s very sweet of you.” He smiles, while caressing his chest, belly, and crotch. “I feel so great being here,” he licks his lips, while taking off his helmet and fixing his short black hair.
“I love being here too.” We both smile. He looks around and points to a distant place.
“If you want, I know where there is a special kind of tree. And if you pick up the fruit, you’ll love the juice.” He almost whispers. I notice a piece of black jabuticaba skin stuck in his front tooth.
“You’ve got a piece of fruit skin on your teeth.”
“Where? Did I get it out?” He smiles.
“No. Do you want me to get it out for you.” We both look into each other’s eyes again. He grins.
“No, but I sure want to show you where that fruit tree is. Do you want to come along?”
“Sure, why not? By the way, I’m Ken.”
“I’m Marcelo.” He offers his large hairy hand. I take it and he squeezes mine gently, but in a long hold. He smiles and looks around. I look down and notice the bulge in front of his shorts.
“Gee, those shorts are getting too cramped for my cock.” He blushes and massages his bulk.
“Perhaps I can help you with your problem, Marcelo.” I wink at him.
“Sure, but first, let’s get out of here. There is a place where we can have more privacy.” He removes his T-shirt and wraps it around his waist. At least others around won’t stare at his volume under his shorts now.
As we walk, I cannot help but admire his muscular, sweaty, and hairy frame. I long to touch his shoulders, back, chest, and belly. We walk for a short while until we reach a
a hidden spot covered by tall trees. He puts his bike against a bush and we enter the hidden spot.
He doesn’t waste time and pulls me to himself. I kiss him and he tastes like fresh sweet fruit. I feel his strong sweaty and hairy muscular back, his hard round butt, and his massive boner. His shorts can barely hold his dick.
On my knees, I kiss his protruding mast under his shorts. I smell the delicious musky odor and smile. This is the real scent of a man! I also feel the moist spot of his shorts, and lick the tip of the head of his cock. He lowers his shorts and his large dick points straight up at my face. I wonder how his shorts can hold such a large tool.
“Ken, please, suck it! Suck my dick!” He leans against a tree and spreads his legs apart.
He doesn’t need to ask me twice! I take hold of what is mine by right. I kiss the moist head and lick his pre-cum. I pull back his foreskin, which reveals the large purple mushroom head, and lick it clean while savoring the delicate taste.
In no time I am already fitting his entire cock in my mouth, deep down my throat. I try to make this moment last and tease his large low hanging balls and nibble them gently. I pull his forest of black pubic hairs and play with his balls. At times I nearly choke from too much cock deep down my throat.
“I’m going to empty them for you Marcelo!” I pull and squeeze his large balls and hold the rock firm shaft, which reveals the thick veins all around it.
“Oh, boy! This is heaven! You’re driving me nuts! Suck them! Pull them! Grab them! Ahhh! What a mouth you have! Holy fuck! Your throat is just amazing!”
“Shhhh! Keep it quiet, Marcelo! I don’t want anybody to hear you!” I whisper.
“I-I will, but don’t stop it now! I’ll keep quiet! Oh, boy!” He gasps.
My hand takes hold of his large low hanging balls and I pull them gently. I fit his cock all the way down my throat and keep it there, making Marcelo gasp once more. I wish he would keep quiet, after all, we’re in a public place and it’s still daylight. People might hear us. Or at least the park guards, who are always roaming about.
“Ken, I-I’m almost cuming! Suck my dick! Yeah, use your lips! Lick the tip of the head! Lick the side of the head! I-I’m cuming! AHHH!” He grunts loudly.
The lovely flow of his hot semen floods my mouth. I drink all his precious juice and lick the head clean. It does not stop releasing the sweet creamy semen. I wonder when was the last time he’s jacked off or had sex. I suppose for a while, by judging the amount of cream I’ve milked from him.
Then, he pulls me to himself and we kiss. His tongue invades my mouth and we French kiss for a long time.
Then, he spits in his hand and lubes himself. He leans against a tree and spreads his legs. He spreads the cheeks of his hairy large buttocks. I admire his pink private hole and slap his butt.
“Ken, please, fuck me! I want you to fuck me good. I want to feel you inside my hole! I want to feel your cock inside my ass!”
“All right, baby. Oh, boy. I wish I had some lube here. But hey, spit will have to do.”
We make sure no one is around. I take a deep breath and don’t waste time. I feel his hairy buttocks, give them a slap and open his private hole with a finger, then two.
“Ahhh! Take it easy, Ken,” he gasps. “It’s been a while since somebody fucked my ass.”
The first part to go is the head of my cock. His sphincter muscle tenses up and I tell him to relax. He takes a deep breath and says he’s ready for my entry. As soon as he relaxes, I enter his private hole slowly but steadily. I cannot waste time, for someone can easily find us here. I enter him slowly and hear him groaning. The muscles on his back at times get tense and then relax. I grab him and begin to thrust my cock back and forth, like a piston. He grunts rhythmically as I fuck his ass.
“Ahhh! Your dick is killing me! Ahhh!” He protests and moans loudly. How I wish he would keep quiet! “I guess I’ll have to walk back home. No way I’m riding my bike back home after this.”
“I-I’m almost all the way in!” I close my eyes and clench my teeth. He cries in pain.
“Ken, take it easy! Ahhh! Promise me that you’re going to cum in my face! Please, I want you to cum in my goatee! I want to feel your cream all over my fucking face!”
“All righ!” I fuck him and when I’m almost cuming, I pull out of him and he kneels down in front of me. I thrust my cock back and forth and cum violently all over his face.
“Yeahhh! Cum and cover the face of your bitch! Just like a faggot hungry for a dick! I’m your faggot with your semen smeared all over my face! I’m your submissive bitch, your slut! I like when guys piss and cum all over my face!” His eyes are closed and he seems in a frenzy. “Oh, God! How I wish I could have guys cuming all over my face every day!”
Next, he collects my cream and eats it greedily. I pull him to me and lick his goatee and cheeks. He smiles and kisses me gently.
We get ready, fix our hair and clothes, and leave our secret hideout. Marcelo looks around and takes his bike. At the distance, a few guards stare at us.
“Do you think they saw us, Marcelo?” We walk away hastily.
“I don’t care if they have.” We turn to each other and smile.
“Me neither.” And after a pause, he stops.
“Ken, will I see you again?”
“Sure. Next week I’m coming here, just to check if there is still some sweet and juicy fruit for me.” I smile.
“I’m sure there will be some.” He grabs his dick.
“In this case, yes!” I stop him. “Who’s going to bring the bottle of lube?”
“You do! Meet you here next Sunday at three P.M.” He takes my hand and gives it a long and tight squeeze. Our eyes meet and he looks around and fixes his shorts again. We smile to each other and he walks away taking his bike along.
