When in Rio...

Friday, 6 December, 9:00 PM

"Fuuuuuuuuck…"

Jake drawled out a long sigh as the cock punched into him in one solid thrust. His pleasure addled mind momentarily went back to a meagre 8 hours earlier, when he was strolling down the Ipanema beach front with his buddy Marco. When he could still tell himself that he was almost  exclusively a jock top…

Jake could have never imagined that in a matter of hours he would be landed where he was. Draped like a ragdoll over the back of a leather sofa, muscled back and arms dangling uselessly. Feeling his diamond hard cock scrape the white leather rhythmically as he was merciless fucked. It felt that had been gorging on cock for hours...

Fucking Marco. “Come out with me tonight” he had said… “It will be fun” he said…

And as cocks slammed into his holes at rape speed and Jake’s prostate sang, he couldn’t help but blearily agree with him.

“Fuun… Fuckin’ fun…”- his cock drunk mind sang to him - “Fuckin’ fun…”-

Rodrigo pulled his cock back until the fat tip nestled in the pink indentation of Jake’s hole.  As soon he felt it rubbing is puffed up lips, Jake prepared himself mentally and physically for another cock stab. It was that intense of an experience! That cock felt like a fucking police baton, he couldn’t describe it any other way. Firm as iron in the middle but also soft. It went in so deep. Deeper than Jake had ever felt anyone go – poking his lungs. Drumming into his abs from within.

As the cock stabbed into him, his first instinct was to scream. Scream of the intense pleasure laced with pain, of the fact that that his hole was so stretched out that it was now a freeway to Rodrigo’s massive dick.

But as Jake prepared to voice out his pleasure in a long groan, the sound was muffled by Marco’s meaty cock barrelling past his lips, through his mouth and jamming at the entrance of his throat. It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. Marco had been rubbing his dick in Jake’s face and occasionally using it to slap his cheeks for the last ten minutes.

Jake chocked, snorted but swallowed the fat cock whole.

Marco bit his tongue as he relished the reverberations of the muffled sound trapped in Jake’s throat around cock. He moaned, gruffly and guided himself even deeper. Jake’s mouth was always a slutty treat when his hole was on fire.

"Meu Deus, que cuceta apertada! Parece que o safado e ativo mesmo! “Rodrigo told Marco.

He ground himself down Jake’s ass, stretching the bottom’s already open thighs to the max.

Marco pulled back just so Jake could breathe around his dick, and plugged himself back in.  He bent over the jock’s body to see the action up close and personal. And what a fucking sight it was! From his vantage point Marco could see the outstretched globes of Jake’s ass taking the battering ram that was Rodrigo’s directly.  That cock was coring space into Jake’s puffy, shaved hole. Not fucking, Marco thought – it was coring out that hole. Because “fucking” was too light a term for what Rodrigo was doing to that prone ass.

Marco licked his lips in anticipation again. That hole would be so fucking welcoming when it was his turn, again!

“Eu te disse a verdade amigo! – Marco replied to Rodrigo, high-fiving him over Jake’s prone body – “Mas poe ele em frente a dois negoes dotados e você vai ver a safadeza… Não se consegue controlar”

Marco swivelled his hips and plunged his cock deep into Jake’s throat.  He grabbed him by the hair and kept him there for a while. These hours of training had increased Jake’s abilities to hold his breath. He touched the muscled hunk’s throat. It felt packed and hot, veins bulging.

“Doing so good stud…” Marco rasped “ So fucking good”.

 He then uncorked Jake’s throat with a meaty slurping sound. As he pulled out, he held his dick, slapping Jake’s chiselled features once for good measure. Jake’s face was glossy with spit and pre-cum, his mouth slack and open. But even in that state of utter disarray the only expression in his face was hunger. His tongue was chasing the strings of precum connecting the cock in front of him. He reminded Marco of a baby bird needing a feed. And he going to feed him more – later… First, they needed to have a little chat.

Marco kneeled down until he was at eye level with Jake’s face. He pushed a brown bottle of poppers to Jake’s left nostril, while he pressed down at the right one. The jock bottom’s eyes were glassy from the potent combination of the fumes, his own debasement and just sheer arousal. He couldn’t even blame the caipirinhas he had in the bar. He knew he was in trouble when he saw Rodrigo serving drinks at the bar, wearing low riding swim trunks that hid nothing of the thick beauty inside. He knew he had lost when he saw the amused gazes between Marco and Rodrigo as they caught him looking at both their packed crotches.

“Sniff deep buddy… Yeah…. Sniff real deep.” Marco told Jake, as he swiftly changed the bottle from nostril to nostril.

Rodrigo pulled back to the tip and Jake felt the emptiness that his cock left inside him again. He then inhaled the poppers deeply until the thwack of the smack between the top’s pelvis and his butt filled the room. The the cock stab brought him back down to Earth from the cloud he was floating on.

His body shivered. It hurt a bit, but it felt so good… Jake’s ass was hungry now. It just wanted the punishing strokes - wanted more of them. His hole would take everything the two studs would have to give it.

In the back of his mind he kept thinking of all the times he fantasised about being double dicked in front of Marco.

Would they?

Would they do it?

Or would Jake have to beg?

A dark part of him he wished they would make him beg, even as the strings of his conscious mind hoped they wouldn’t. Because being on his knees in front of them would begging for two dicks blow his mind in ways he didn’t like to think of.

Marco grabbed Jake’s jaw in his hands and snapped his fingers in front of his glassy eyes.

“Earth to Jake!” He said with mirth in his eyes. His tone was mischievous, and he smiled at the fact that Jake’s face couldn’t stand still.

Every time his hole was rammed, his muscular body moved forward shaking the sofa and propelling Jake forward.

“Aren’t you wondering what Rodrigo just said jock boy? What asked?” Marco said

“I’ll translate it for you. He was saying that your fuck hole was really tight. Yes… He was surprised! You seemed like such a natural sucking his dick that he thought I had been lying when I told him you were a top”.

Jake felt his cheeks flushed with blood. And it wasn’t the pounding at his back door. It was the pleasurable and slightly humiliating knowledge that YES he was an alpha top. Just not here and not now.

“I just told him you usually lost control with fat black cocks” Marco said it conversationally. As if it was an acknowledged fact, like the sun rising in the east. The sun rose in the east and Jake was a slut for fat black dicks. Jake couldn’t think he could flush more, but he found could. It was a full body flush this time. It warmed hip up and made him clench his hole.

“Feeling like a top now, stud boy?” Marco whispered in Jake’s ear. He then slid three fingers into Jake’s slackened mouth.

Another stab from Rodrigo and Marco’s fingers went deep. To his surprise, Jake didn’t choke. Marco smiled.

“I see your gag reflex his tamed” he said, wiggling his fingers and pushing them deeper “Too much cock will do that to you… Top boy! Now answer my question”

Jake shook his head side to side, drool falling freely on Marco’s hand.

“I didn’t hear it!” Marco’s voice was clipped, and Jake’s few remaining defences collapsed. Mouth full of fingers, hole filled with cock he replied as best he could.

“Nagh… Bothom boeh…” Jake answered.

Marco’s usually vacant perma-smile wasn’t there. His teeth glinted like fangs on a hungry wolf.

“Rodrigo can’t hear you buddy!”

“Nagh… Bothom boeh…” Jake answered.

“Not loud enough…” Marco said, wriggling his fingers, making Jake gargle. At that moment Rodrigo buried himself in Jake, lifted one of his legs and rotated his massive cock in his stretched hole.

Lights exploded behind Jake’s eyes as Marco took his fingers from his mouth. Jake screamed “I’m a bottom boy” at the top of his lungs, as his cock spurted a massive load all over himself and the sofa, his body bending upwards like a bow, all muscles straining.

He slumped into the back of the sofa again, muscled arms lying limply, body covered in sweat and meaty dick still buried inside him. Rodrigo’s smaller frame rocked him back and forth over the cum puddle on the sofa leather. One of his hands milking Jake’s still hard dick of the last dregs of his orgasm, while the other pulled and massaged his massive balls. Jake felt his creamy cum dripping from his abs.

“Colhoes de garanhao… Tao grandes e cheios… Vou esvaziar essa esporra toda, gringo” Rodrigo crooned.

Marco raised Jake’s chin again and looked at him again. This time Jake recognised his buddy there, smiling conspiratorially. Marco winked. But as soon as Jake winked back, lid crusty with precum and sweat, Marco’s smile disappeared again. In its place was the glinting wolf smile

Marco stood up. He swivelled his hips and casually smacked Jake’s face with his leaking, veiny cock. The sound rose above Rodrigo’s grunts and Jake’s mewling. He kept swivelling his hips.

“Rodrigo (smack) says that your balls (smack) are fucking huge, like a stallion’s (smack, smack) He said we are going to empty them all tonight, white boy”.

Marco pried open Jake’s mouth with his finger and rested the head of his dick on the swirling tongue. Completely in the zone, Jake sucked the pre-cum leaving from it as if it was candy.

“Marco, cara, eu tenho umas ideias para o que a gente pode fazer com o gringo passivo. Da uma ajuda para mim irmão?

Jake shivered in anticipation. He didn’t know what they were saying, but he knew whatever they dished out he would take. His mind raced back to the moment he left this flat with Marco for a nightcap in the bar Rodrigo bartended on. He had come a long way in less than eight hours…