I strolled in doing my best James Dean, which was kind of silly. I dropped my backpack next to the couch and curled down into it like a cat curling in for a lovely place to nap. The jeans I had on were tight and offered a nice view of my more than adequate crotch. And my legs added to the image I wanted.
Ralph noticed and licked his lips. He moved closer, but then I said, “Got any beer?”
He stopped. “You need to drink, first?”
“Just thirsty. Adds to the scenario, too...”
Then I clenched my ass to bump my crotch and he shrugged. “Is from Brazil.”
“Great.”
He brought a couple of Brahma Chopps from the fridge. Opened mine and handed it to me, then did his and took a sip.
I took a swig and leaned back, even more, licking my lips. “I love Brazilian food.”
He sat down in a way that put him between my legs. “You like churrascarias?”
“Does Fogo de Chão count?”
He was shocked. “You have eaten there?”
“Once,” I said, trailing the bottle along his amazing thigh. “Producer took me. Showin’ off. I ate so damned much. Drank so damn much. Wound up back in his office, and he fucked me while I was bent over his desk.”
“You are garoto de programma, huh.”
“What’s that?”
“Are you a rent boy?”
“No, more like the casting couch. He said he’d read my script. Get it to the right people. He lied.”
“Is too bad.” He sipped more of his beer.
I set my beer on the coffee table and shifted up to lean against him, saying, “Didn’t we start out like this?” Then I kissed him. Tasted the lovely beer on his lips.
He set his beer down and kissed me back.
Now I have to say, this man knew how to give kisses. Holy shit, did he ever. I almost got lost in them.
Almost.
But not enough to forget to sneak a roofie into his beer.
I let my lips drift around the side of his face to his ear and whispered, “I’m gonna tease you, again. Just like before.”
“I don’t like teasing.”
“You will mine...” Said as I caressed the inside of his thigh and groped his crotch.
He grunted and clenched his ass and I felt he was getting bigger.
I sat back a little, grabbed my beer and held it in a near toast. He grinned and grabbed him own. Then I said, “Seems I’m ahead of you in the drinking department.”
“I catch up.” And he downed a couple of good swallows.
This time when I set my beer down, I pulled his shirt out from his waist and maneuvered it up his lovely flat belly to reveal his elegant nips. Sitting there, begging to be made use of.
So I did.
I sucked on one and pinched at the other, making him squirm, then moved up to kiss him, again.
I sighed. “Love the taste of your lips.”
He chuckled. “Is the beer.”
So I took another sip and he took another gulp, then I kissed his nose and his eyes and licked at his brows and along his chin...
And he groaned...but not from pleasure.
“Feel funny...” he said as he leaned back, in full, against the couch.
“What’s the problem?” I asked, faking concern.
“Dunno. Just feel...feel...”
And he drifted off to sleep.
I rose and went to check the bedroom. The same furniture, with the bed on a platform, no corners. I could make that work.
Because what my clothes had covered in my backpack was rope, duct tape, lube, and a pair of scissors.
I slipped the rope under the width of the head and the foot of the mattress, leaving plenty out to hang off the sides. Then I went back to Ralph, picked him up, fireman style, carried him into the bedroom and tossed him onto the covers.
He landed on his side, so I grabbed a pillow, set it even with his hips, and rolled him face down. Made his lovely ass perk up, a little bit. Then I used the ends of the rope to tie him spread eagle. Nice and tight. Fully clothed, including his boots. I used the duct tape to gag him.
Damn, he made a pretty picture. His bubble butt slightly raised, its form sliding down into elegant legs and up a fine back to his shoulders. I took dozens of photos with my phone. Falling even more in love...no, lust with his lovely ass. Round and firm but not too large to enjoy just mauling. I thought about undressing him, but half the fun would come once he was awake, so no rush.
Instead, I stripped down to my short boxer briefs then set up my phone and two others on tripods. One was three-quarters right looking down on his back and ass; the other to his left in a full side view of him on the bed; the last close on his ass. I started them recording, showed off my already impressive boner, then knelt between his legs and caressed his butt.
Caressed? No. No, I mauled it. Then I stroked down his legs to his calves. Trailed up his sides to his shoulders. Lay atop him, with my crotch perfectly positioned to let my dick fit in the crack between his cheeks, even with his pants on.
He finally started to wake, and groaned, and tried to shift around, so I sat back. Took him a moment to realize he was caught. And he could do nothing more than grunt something like “What the fuck?” about it.
That’s when I leaned down. Nestled my body on his back like I was spooning him, and make sure my very hard dick was rubbing against his ass. I knew he’d be able to feel it, even through the jeans.
“Hi, Ralph,” I whispered as I slipped my hands around him to caress his pecs. “You said you wanted some fun, last time, so let’s have at it.”
Then I found his tits and pinched them through his shirt, hard.
He howled and bucked at me, but I’d tied him down too tight.
I found the buttons on his shirt and tore it open. Tore most of it off his body, leaving strips and strands trailing from his collar and his sleeves still on his arms. He fought me as best he could, twisting and turning and cursing me with probably his whole bad-word vocabulary, in Portuguese...and English. Nicely muffled by the duct tape.
I shifted back to maul his ass some more, making his squirming even wilder and a bit more difficult to control...until I got a firm grip on one back jeans pocket and tore it off, ripping open some of his jeans’ back and revealing a pair of brightly colored undies. I slipped my hand inside and groped at the lovely material they were made from, worked out that they were bikini briefs, and had lots of fun just grabbing at his cheeks.
He didn’t let up with the bucking and squirming and cursing...which only made me crazier with lust. I finally gripped the tear in the jeans with both hands and tore them completely open, revealing a good portion of his lovely butt. Clenching and quivering inside a pair of colorful bikini briefs with a geometric design on them. The lines shifting with each move of his ass. I couldn’t help but grip his cheeks, press my face in between them and bite at the material.
Oh, he did not like that.
He howled and twisted and shifted and tried to buck me away from him. Didn’t work. My hands were firm in holding his cheeks and my fingers too dug into them for him to get away.
I sighed and said, “You’re right. This will be fun.”
Then I bit the briefs, again, and used my teeth to draw their waist partway down, revealing a nice tan across his hips. Oh, that was too lovely to not see in full, so I grabbed the scissors to cut the jeans away. First up through the beltline. Then down his right leg, making him freeze in shock. Next came the left leg, despite him trying to shift away from me. No good. Soon they were completely done and I’d pulled them out from under him to roll them up and put them in my backpack.
My souvenir...
Now the picture he made was brutally lovely. The flow of his back into his ass, which was still half covered by those briefs, then on to his exquisite thighs and calves. And cowboy boots still on his feet. I couldn’t help but caress up each leg to that ass, tender yet gripping and toying with his skin.
Of course, I wanted the briefs unharmed, but they were in the way of everything else and it wasn’t possible to slide them off him. So I snipped them loose at each hip and pulled them away to join the jeans.
Wow...that tan line really made his back and rear look way better than I’d thought they could. It’s like he was sculpted from perfection.
I slipped my hand under his groin to fondle his dick and balls, then pulled both down to appear between his legs, under his ass. His balls were fat and ready to be milked and, to my surprise, his dick was almost stiff. The foreskin had receded and there was a hint of precum in its slit.
I played with it for a few minutes. Tickling. Caressing. Trailing a finger along his shaft. Rolling his balls. Kissing them. Licking them. Sucking on them...until he grew to a full-on erection.
By this point he had stopped fighting me and now was just shaking his head no. And he was murmuring, No.
I smiled. Trailed my fingers up his ass to grip them. Dug them into his skin. Used my thumbs to part his cheeks to reveal his hole. He was surprisingly clean, but when I took a shower, later, I noticed he had a bidet, so it made sense. I darted my tongue against his hole and he jolted and tried to scream and clenched his cheeks, but none of it did any good.
I rimmed him for a good five minutes, getting hornier and hornier and hornier.
As did he. When I finally drew back, his dick was even larger and harder, and his balls were almost bouncing.
It was time.
I pulled my own dick out, carefully. I was as hard as a rock and didn’t want to set off a premature explosion. Still, I desperately needed to rub it between his cheeks for a little bit...and that gave me sensations I’d never felt before. Seriously, I’d been fucked and even rimmed, and I’d returned the favor....and those were great...but this...this...this was nirvana. I felt the wildness permeate through my heart and fingers and ears and tits and thighs and ass and even my feet as my dick sipped back and forth through the valley of his butt.
I leaned down to spoon him. Pressed my dick tight between his cheeks. Slipped my hands round to feel up his pecs and pinch at his tits. And I said, “Lovely...lovely...” over and over until I couldn’t handle it, anymore.
I took the lube, smeared it around and inside his hole with my middle finger, making him squirm even more, then positioned myself...let my head rub against him for a moment, sending screaming lightning throughout me...before pushing in.
He screamed. Fought me by tightening his sphincter. Tried to twist away or buck me off. But in I went. And every inch made me crazier from the feel of it.
Seriously, I’ve fucked guys and men...but they were nothing like this. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. God was speaking to me through these sensations...telling me, This is all that matters. This is all you’ll ever want.
And I totally agreed.
When I was in all the way, I waited a moment as he grunted and groaned and begged me to get out of him. Then I pulled back and pushed back in and pulled back and pushed back in and every thrust sent shivers through me like the wildest drug imaginable.
He growled every time. Over and over and over.
I went slowly, to start, then faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster as this towering wave of beauty rose up behind my heart and roared higher and higher until it crashed down on me and I fired inside of him.
Over and over and over.
Slamming against his ass with every shot.
More and more and more.
I wanted it to go forever. Ever and ever. Don’t end, please, please, please, don’t end.
But it finally drifted away. Softly. Slowly. Leaving me lying atop his back, my dick still in him, not one thought in my head except I would happily do this, again, to him.
Which I did.
Twice more, that night.
And I sucked him off, face down on the bed. Well, sort of. I just kissed and licked the head of his dick and rolled his balls until he shot. He was quiet once that happened. Like he was in shock.
Dawn was showing over the mountains when I took a shower and got dressed. He was still lying on the bed, face down, covered in cum. His and mine. And he wasn’t moving.
I used the scissors to cut the rope around his feet and slapped his ass one last time, saying, “Careful who you fuck with, motherfucker.”
Then I left.
Never saw him, again. I heard he returned to Rio. Another story was he hit San Francisco and became part of the leather video scene, up there, but I never saw anything from that. There was also the suggestion he’d moved to New York City and worked in Wall street, which wouldn’t have surprised me.
I didn’t care. I got some of my own back, and knew if anyone pulled any shit on me, I’d find a way to make them pay for it.
And that’s what I was planning to do with Nicky.
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