Vitamins from Brazil by Joncy

I don't know what turns you on - or off. I mean we all have our little weaknesses and personal preferences. I mean for me a guy doesn't have to be drop-dead gorgeous to attract my attention and grab my dick's interest. All it takes is a flash of pearly white teeth as he smiles, or a raised eyebrow, or a protruding lower lip to send me flying overboard. One hunk got me hot just by pulling at his earlobe and another by the way he kept slipping his hand inside his shirt. I tell you man, I so wanted to be at the end of those fingers.

Anyway, all this is just a lead in to my encounter with Valdez. He initially turned me on because he looked vaguely like Jason Mamoa. Ever heard of him? Or better still, ever seen him? Mamoa. I sure hope there's not a copyright on surnames. Just rolling that word around my mouth with my tongue brings me so much pleasure. Fills my mind with a whole lot of erotic ideas too. Plus there's the added bonus that he's so exotically beautiful. I saw him on tv the other night and the sight of him set me hovering in front of the screen like a horny humming bird. Of course I would love to home in and meet him but some things are not to be. That's why I live in my own little fantasy world I suppose. Which brings me back to Valdez. He works at the cash desk in the Brazilian bar on the corner of my street and has big brown soulful eyes and big pink fleshy lips.

Re-reading the last sentence I find 'big brown' sounds perfectly fine but 'big pink' sounds a bit weird, don't you think. Sort of off-centre or something which I suppose figures as it's just what he did with his dick. Pushed my mouth off centre I mean. Tell you something interesting too. It's not until you get a guy naked that you realize how everything falls into place. I mean it's amazing how facial features foretell fun to come. It's almost as if Mother Nature has mapped it all out for you. Invariably big brown eyes are counterbalanced by big brown balls and pink fleshy lips by the meaty appendage between them. That's been my experience anyhow. I suppose that's why I'm always on the lookout for tell-tale signs. Or maybe I'm always on the lookout period.

Anyway, back to the Brazilian bar which was very popular and open at all hours. It also served as a convenience store. Valdez ran it with his girl-friend although at first I thought she might have been his sister. She looked like a beautiful female version of him. They were both tall with beautiful lithe bodies and long black hair. He wore his in dreadlocks most of the time and looked great. He also had the hint of a beard just below his chin. Looked to me like he had a bunch of pubic hair growing there. That of course turned me on even more. I found myself frequenting the place more and more often. One day I saw a note on the door saying they needed someone to run the bar. I applied for the job and got it. I suppose they hired me because they'd got so used to having me around although I had no experience whatsoever. I soon learned though.

They didn't talk much except to give me instructions but I was always cheerful and polite with the customers and I could see they were pleased with me. Of course I was pretty exhausted at the start due to the long hours and also because of the stairs to the storeroom. There were so many as it was deep in the basement. I cursed myself every time I forgot something. Mind you, I didn't mind too much when Valdez was mounting them ahead of me and my eyes could dwell on his Brazilian butt. And fantasize about his nuts and the cream topped nougat between them. I suppose I made it all too obvious how I felt about him. I mean the naked lust in my eyes must have been pretty apparent. We never talked about me being gay but of course he knew exactly where I was at and the first sign he gave me of this was when we were alone in the storeroom. He'd just put his hand inside his pants and adjusted his dick for the umpteenth time. I was used to it by now. Only this time he rubbed his fingers in my nose. I almost creamed my pants with the pleasure and shock. I tried to cover my embarrassment by saying something I immediately regretted.

"It's just as well you handle money not food." I said, sounding like somebody's maiden aunt.

"Don't be a prick," he said and promptly took his out so I could see it in all its glory. "If you promise not to tell Serena you can watch me jerk off."

"Of course I won't tell Serena," I said.

I stood fascinated as he rolled down his Calvin's and gave me an eyeful of that awesome ass as well as a foretaste of his huge coffee coloured cock which was just as I had imagined it. Mokka thick and brimming over like a foamy cappuccino. He was obviously super excited having me as an audience and came very quickly. He squeezed his dick and wrapped the cum round his thumb in thick creamy ropes. "Come and get your vitamins," he said. I remained fixed to the spot, dumbstruck.

"Come on, it's not every day you get offered a big dose of vitamins from Brazil."

I staggered over to him and felt like Little Jack Horner getting a piece of the pie as I sucked his thumb and then drank my fill from what was still spilling out of his well. It tasted salty and tangy. Much better than any plum.

"That's right," he said. "Don't leave any left over. Serena can smell my cum from a mile off."

That's when I knew Serena wasn't his sister. He also told me he wasn't fucking her at the moment and said that's why she was crabby all the time. Can't say I'd really noticed but then my attention was elsewhere. I didn't think I'd make it up the stairs as my legs were so shaky and I certainly didn't think I could look Serena in the eye. Fortunately she was busy stacking glasses. Anyway it was time to go home. "Good night," I said. "Good night. Have a good one," she replied.

If only she knew, I thought to myself as I put on my coat and closed the door behind me. Next day he acted as if nothing had happened but there was a malicious twinkle in his eyes when he looked at me. In fact he didn't come on to me again for quite some time. The day Serena wasn't there. She'd gone to one of her salsa classes. She gave lessons at our local dancing school. She was good at it too. I was invited to the end of year party for first year students just after I started my new life as a barman. Had me a good time although I was a dead loss as a Latin dancer. Serena said she'd give me some lessons but it was Valdez I wanted beating out the rhythm on my drum. He really looked great on the dance floor, his hips and ass gyrating, the sweat making his white shirt transparent and his chocolate button nipples spearing the fabric. I just couldn't wait to see him naked although you might say I'd had more than my fair share already.

The morning of the second come-on it was pissing down with rain and there was nobody in the bar. I got there first and hardly recognized Valdez when he arrived. His gorgeous dreadlocks had been cut within an inch of his scalp. Seems like Serena had persuaded him to get a haircut. It was weird. He looked like Samson after Delilah had a go at him. Of course I told him he looked great and we got into conversation. He told me he was curious to know what men did with men. Said maybe he'd give it a try sometime if he found the right guy.

"Even take it in the ass," I said.

"Why not," he said and gave me one of his malicious twinkles. "What's the point of doing it with some guy if you only do what you'd do with a girl?"

I had to agree with him there. Then of course he had to go and contradict himself by suggesting we went into the back room so I could jerk him off. Or maybe girls don't jerk guys off. Or maybe just Serena didn't. This time he had me curious. I'll have to check it out. I still hadn't learned to zip my lip and came out with another dumb statement. "Isn't this where Serena makes the sandwiches?"

"You're such a hygiene freak," he said. "Come on, I'm horny as hell."

"I'd rather give you a blow job." I said as an afterthought.

"Whatever," he said. So we locked up and put 'Back soon' on the front door.

He was out of his jeans hand-fisting himself before I could get my own dick out. I stood behind him and took over. He rubbed his hot ass against my groin. I forgot all about sucking him off. I wanted to get inside that ass of his. Seems he had the same idea as he groaned his approval at the feel of my nine-inch funnel against his steaming chimney stack.

"Looks like I've found the right guy to initiate me," he said.

"Sure you can take it?" I said, oiling up his works with the tip of my dick.

"I think so, I think so," he said. Then, as push came to shove, he changed his mind. "Maybe we'd better take a rain check. I don't want to bleed all over the bread table. Remember I'm still a virgin."

So we changed roles and my ass opened wide and said "Ahhhhhhhhh" as he entered me. Felt so good too but I still couldn't keep my big mouth closed.

"Thought you wanted to do something with a guy that you can't do with a girl," I said.

"Serena doesn't take it up the ass,"

"Fuck Serena," I said.

"I usually do," he said. "It's just that I've suddenly got the hots for you."

Enough already, I thought to myself, tired of being compared with his girl-friend. Doesn't he fuck anybody else! But all my wrath and rancour flew out of the window as he started pounding and pummelling me like he was rolling out dough to make a pizza of me or something. That thick nougat bar of his sure did things to my prostate and made my asshole break into a wide grin.

"Golly." I cried, reverting to words I hadn't used since childhood. "Great fucking Jehosophat!!! " And fat was the operative word. His dick turned into a lethal sausage inside me. And his lack of locks didn't seem to have sapped his strength any either. Quite the contrary. At one point I thought his dick was going to reach my tonsils and my nuts were going to touch my chin.

"Am I hitting the right spot?" he asked, this time with a kind of malicious twinkle in his voice.

"Don't stop," is all I could say. "Don't ever stop."

And he didn't. For quite a long while.

He had my teeth chattering, my mouth watering and my dick dripping all at one and the same time.

"Gosh, do you know how to make a guy feel good!" I said appreciatively. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"Beginner's luck I suppose." he said.

"Don't stop, don't stop," I repeated, and let myself go with the flow.

We came in unison. Always a good sign for beginners. This time I didn't get a mouthful of his vitamin B but I sure as hell got an ass full to overflowing. God it felt good. But I'm afraid I made a bit of a mess of the bread table. We had to spend a long time scrubbing it down. Fortunately Serena didn't seem to notice. We kept a low profile for a few days and I knew he was fucking her again. I didn't know whether it was to keep her off the scent or whether he was just sexually insatiable. But he couldn't keep away from me for long.

"You're growing on me," he whispered one day as he brushed past me. On purpose of course.

"I want to grow inside you," I replied. For once saying something half-way witty.

"We'll have to find a way to be together so I can relax and not worry about the fallout." he said.

And as the ancient adage says, where there's a will there's a way. And the way came via Serena's best friend's wedding. Valdez couldn't stand her so Serena didn't mind going off on her own for the weekend and leaving us two boys 'to run the ship' as she put it. And while the cat - or pussy - was away you can be sure that those two mice - or rats - did play. I took him back to my place and had my way with him at the first opportunity. Man, I can't tell you what a relief it was to have him all to myself at last and to finally see him naked. And I felt like Columbus or some conquering hero as I got him all stretched out before me like a lamb to the slaughter waiting for his first fuck.

It was time for me to have a few malicious twinkles of my own. One as he lay on his back with his legs in the air and his face all screwed up waiting for my initial thrust and I was reminded of a baby having his diaper changed. And again when I was giving it to him hard and he was expressing his appreciation by one 'wowee' after another and a full throated series of 'yeahs' and 'ahs.'

Funny I thought it doesn't matter who you fuck they all end up making the same sexual sounds.

"What's tickling you?" he said at one point.

"Nothing." I said. "Just lay back and concentrate on what's tickling you." And he did.

Of course I gave his ass a lot of foreplay including licking it into shape. That's when the yeahs and ahs started. I must say it was hard going at the beginning. A bit like scouring the bread table as his ass was rather hairy and threatened to make a scrubbing brush out of my tongue. But I persevered.

The next problem was getting him used to my nine inches by introductory finger and tongue fucks. Seeking out his sphincter and touching his love buttons and all that. Actually he took to it like a duck to water, or some such image, and now it was his turn to say, "Don't stop, never stop."

I mean, to continue the duck image, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. And I certainly goosed him good. Gave him a good basting and prepared him for the sexual oven. As usual he came like a fire hose. This time all over my face and chin. Even in my hair and over my chest. So I made up for my previous lack of vitamins. It was wild man. Fucking phenomenal.

But maybe the best bit was the lack of focus in his eyes just before he came. The way they glazed over. At that moment in time I knew he was mine.

We didn't say anything to each other for a long, long time. But -- as they say -- silence is golden and we both felt that we'd been somewhere few had been before us and I knew without a doubt he'd never derived such satisfaction from Serena. Or any other pussy cum to that. I only hope I can keep him happy. As you know it ain't easy with all the variables we gay guys are faced with. In fact it's going to take a lot of vitamins. But when he looks deep into my soul and kisses me with his big fat Brazilian lips I'm reminded of what Jason Mamoa said in that movie: "We have this moment." I know it sounds corny but I can't begin to tell you how it feels.

If only life were like a movie.