Discovering Brazil

by Zustara Orur

Chapter Ten - Darkness and Light:

I was pretty sure I actually DID understand, mostly anyway. He was the weird kid who'd lost his memory only a few years ago. People already 'knew' him, so they wouldn't come and try to make friends with him again, what would be the point? You don't need to get to know someone you already 'know'... As of late it had been harder still for him, not just because his already distant dad had died, but also because his aunt didn't pay any attention to him whatsoever really, not even enough to make sure his clothes were nice and whole despite the fact she seemed loaded. He probably even had to wash his stuff himself and make his own dinner. Only thing that stopped him being a tenant in his aunt's house was the fact he didn't pay rent.

What Brazil needed most was company. He'd been SO lonely! I wasn't sure how old he'd been when his mom had passed away, but after that he'd been mostly on his own, spending time with his friends until that drunk had hit him with his car, and then completely on his own. That I came to have a sleep-over together with him meant not only was I the first new friend he'd made in a very long time, I also placed more trust in him than anyone had in years. Perhaps ever. He WAS the weird kid after all, the one nobody wanted to be with...except me.

On the other hand, what I needed was closeness. Ali was like a constant remainder in my head even when I didn't actually think of him directly, he'd been the one person in my life I could share anything and everything with. Even though Ali had had it rough, he always insisted that I'd tell him all the stuff that bothered me, if someone had been mean to me or if my mom or sister had pissed me off, anything like that. Then he'd take the troubles off my shoulders by letting me stay close to him, holding him. Sometimes I was even allowed to kiss his pretty cinnamon-colored skin or his chocolate lips. With him gone I was bereft of all that, and I hadn't realized it. Not until that evening. I NEEDED someone close, and Brazil was the closest one to me and for some reason he didn't mind my need to be close with him...

Brazil didn't want to let go of me, and our butts were still buck naked. I started to go hard again, first I tried to resist it, but when my dick was still rising slowly despite my struggle I just let go of all inhibition. The rest came almost all at once. My dickhead peeked out through the foreskin and grazed one of his legs on its way upwards which made me shiver with lust, and then it impacted softly with his tight ball-pouch. His soft dick hung down right beside my stiffie, mine getting stiffer with each passing moment in fact, and I got a bit scared and wanted to pull away. I was so obvious, it felt good as hell, but it wasn't really right, what I was doing! However, all I felt from Brazil was him needing companionship, not revulsion from feeling my erection, and when he felt me try to pull away he almost panicked! He grabbed me so hard I almost gasped in pain, and I heard him begging me in a whispering voice not to leave him!

"Jesus, Brazil, I'm not going anywhere!", I responded in a worried tone of voice and stopped moving. "Calm down, please."

He sighed deeply. "Okay, I'll... I'll try." His grip on me relaxed and one of his hands that he held on my back slid down to my waist. After a few moments I let mine do the same to him. We sighed softly and got closer. Not physically because we were already as close as was physically possible, considering we still wore some clothes on our bodies (if not much), but mentally somehow. His hand went down further still, coming to a rest over one of my buttocks. I gasped as I realized it wasn't a brushing touch, but a firm one. His hand was cupped to clasp the curved muscle, and I froze up. I froze and couldn't move at all! I even felt my dick start to deflate, because I was again terrified I was pushing Brazil into a role he could never play! I remembered my father's warning words clearly, and I never wanted to take advantage of him. Never! Unfortunately, my reaction had quite the opposite effect of what I intended, my response again scared Brazil, he started to shiver and tried to speak, but I couldn't quite make out his hesitant stuttering whisper, it sounded as if he was again asking if I wanted to leave. Finally, just before it was too late I realized I was hurting my best friend in the whole world, and thus I slowly let my hand slide down onto his butt too, and it was so amazingly lovely to touch. So smooth and so soft and firm, warm and pleasant... We sighed again as my erection returned with a vengeance, burying itself eagerly into his soft sexy genitals and really stretching out in between his shapely thighs, I held Brazil as firmly as he held me while we both rocked each other slowly.

He was tying ties of friendship around my heart so I'd always be close to him...

"Now you're tickling me", I whispered to him.

"Oh! You don't like it?", he asked in an almost worried fashion.

I smiled, even though he couldn't see it because we had our heads next to each other. Maybe his eyes were closed as well as mine. "It's okay", I said soothingly. "I don't mind."

"Alright." I could hear on his voice he too was smiling, feeling safe and comfortable once more. We held each other a few moments, his hand on my butt and mine on his. Then he started to rub my butt cheek, slowly yet persistently. I heard a quiet bubbling laugh coming out of him. "Does THIS tickle too?", he asked in a pretty naughty-sounding voice!

I wanted to shiver in delight, I wanted to grab him and kiss his breath away, but that would just ruin everything I feared. I was his friend! I couldn't betray his confidence, so with my dick twitching and growing even more, I pulled some air into my lungs. "Yeah, it sure tickles", I responded, trying to keep my own voice under control...

Brazil giggled happily. "Good!", he said firmly. "It's no more than you deserve for all the tickling you did to me earlier!", he teased, as if he actually thought rubbing my butt was some kind of punishment! I was just unbelievably hard, like when you gotta pee really bad in the morning, it HURT even as it felt super good to have my super stiff shaft surrounded on all sides by his satin-like skin! I knew I had to be sliming him up again too but he didn't seem to mind so neither did I either. Then he patted my butt affectionately and gave it a last few strokes with his hand which made me giggle. His hands then clasped me on my shoulders and we separated a little. My hand slid up to his waist, because my arm wasn't long enough to keep it on his bum. "Okay, how about we go to bed now?", he said. "I got an inflatable mattress stashed away that my dad bought for me, I know I can find it." My dick was pulled out far enough from in between his legs for my dickhead to sit right under his nut sack, pushing it upwards with all its might, rising slightly and burying itself deeper into his smooth pouch whenever my penis twitched (which it did a lot). His soft little dickie hung limply right across my titanium shaft, I could feel it touch me whenever my stiffie moved! Geez, it was incredible!

I was glad however he didn't suggest we'd share. I couldn't have handled that I think, I was too wound up, too horny. As we separated fully, him immediately turning to his closets, opening them each in turn and searching through the shelves inside, I looked down at myself and saw a HUGE drop of clear goo pour down my shaft. I had to catch it with my hand or the glob would have splattered on his rug! I couldn't stop myself from pushing my dick down to a horizontal position so I could check it out. I had never seen it bigger or harder, I grinned to myself and felt rather proud! Taking my boyhood in my hand, I rubbed my slime all over it and stroked myself slowly as his back was still turned. The speed increased when he kneeled to look through a lower shelf. Right then of course he had to turn his head and look at me. My hand stopped immediately, but not before I knew he'd seen what I had been doing. My dick twitched in my hand. He grinned and shook his head, silently telling me, 'Nate, you're so silly!', and then he gave my dick a look and raised an eyebrow and gave a thumbs-up, like he was saying, 'hey... Not bad!' I released my organ and it bounced up and strained to go even higher with each beat of my heart. It couldn't, but it tried to anyway! I was blushing out of embarrassment of course because I hadn't really meant to do that but I was so friggin horny I couldn't help myself. Also, I felt pretty pleased he'd given my dick a thumbs-up, and that made me blush even deeper.

As he stood up with the green rubber-lined mattress in his hands, I noticed a slimy trail all down the inside of his left leg. It stretched past his knee, almost all the way down to his ankle... I instantly knew it was I that had put it there! Then his legs and cute, soft little dickie were hidden from view when he let the mattress flop out down to the floor and started to fill it with lungfuls of air. He huffed and puffed and when he got dizzy I took over, and then I got dizzy too, and we had to alternate back and forth several times before we were done. Then we noticed we had worked way too hard, it was almost like lying on a plank of wood!

"It's just like you!", Brazil said and giggled so bad he had to squat down to my level as I sat on my knees, bouncing up and down on the bright-red inflated mattress.

"Nuh uh!", I replied teasingly and pulled up my T-shirt. My dick was hanging limply straight down, no longer than his own. Knowing the hidden powers mine possessed, having seen how big it could get when really excited, it made me hopeful regarding him too should I ever get to see him hard! I mean, even straight guys get hard sometimes in the presence of other guys! Especially in the morning when they need to take a leak... The thought made me feel a stirring down in my groin and I let the T-shirt fall back down again, hiding myself from his view.

Brazil smiled at me and reached out and ruffled my hair. "That's good, Nate. I'll get you my sleeping bag, okay?" I was letting out a bit of air as he pulled the bag out of its condom-tight nylon bag it was stored in. I wondered how the heck all of it fit inside, but I guess it was just like my own dick... Possessing hidden powers of growth!

I put the midnight-blue bag down on the mattress and unzipped it. Yeah, it seemed like a great bed to sleep in! I'd be really close to him too, his room was so small there was just a few steps between us. I'd be down on the floor of course but that didn't really matter. I would still be able to listen to his breathing and everything!

"Uh, Brazil... I usually sleep naked, you know...", I lied to him in an uncomfortable voice. I felt that way both because it was a lie (I always kept underwear and a T-shirt on in bed), but also out of excitement. I looked at him hesitantly, and he was showing the exact same facial expression.

"Yeah... Me too. You don't mind, do you?", he asked, his forehead wrinkled out of worry. I shook my head and smiled which made him brighten up instantly and quickly pulled the lycra top over his head. "Come!", he bubbled eagerly. "Let's go brush our teeth, alright?" He could barely wait for me to get naked too!

I grabbed my toothbrush from inside my overnight bag and let him take me to the adjacent bathroom. It was all to himself, his aunt used the main bathroom which was much gaudier and made up in golden wall tiles and yellow marble floor, with a shower cabin with frosted safety glass doors built into the wall, a stainless steel bathtub and even a Jacuzzi in an adjoining room! Brazil's bathroom only had a small shower with a simple curtain, a commode and a sink with a small cabinet with a mirror above it. An almost minute window set high in the shower with rough glass let in some light during the day. Everything was white and sterile-looking, walls as well as porcelain, but also clean and functional.

I nodded in a pleased fashion, seeing the state of the bathroom. "Neat!", I said to him.

"I have to clean the whole house. My aunt's too cheap to get a maid", he responded. "She won't even pay what an illegal immigrant costs, so I have to do everything myself. It sucks."

"Uh... Well, at least you're good at it!", I offered in return, meant to comfort him a little.

Brazil gave me a big smile. "Thanks... Oh well, it's not that bad really, I did most of the cooking and cleaning when dad was around too. Of course, our place wasn't as big as this house." It felt as if maybe now was the right time for a hug, so I gave him one, just a quick one touching him with just my arms and top of my chest since we were naked. Didn't want to freak him, but he still seemed happy and pleased I'd done what I just did!

We brushed our teeth vigorously standing really close. I looked down at Brazil and saw his little dickie swinging happily from side to side as his body moved. He gave me a toothpaste-foamy smile, but I wasn't sure if it was in reaction from knowing I'd checked him out just then or not. I didn't even get a hard-on myself for some really weird reason, it was just nice to be there together. Probably the only time in my whole life I've enjoyed brushing my teeth I think.

When we came back after a bit of horsing around in the bathroom - including some splashing water on each other - we both saw something was wrong with the mattress. It had deflated quite noticeably, and when I tried to lie down on it my shoulder blades and buttocks ended up touching the floor. Only the pillow end remained as we had left it.

"I thought I pushed in the air-plug hard enough", I mumbled and started filling it up again, slowly so I wouldn't get dizzy.

He gave me a pat on a naked shoulder as he sat down beside me. "Don't worry", he said. "Here, I'll help you."

We alternated between us, each breathing two small breaths of air into the mattress. It was a lot of fun, and touching the air intake hole with my mouth almost made it feel as if I was kissing him in a way... When we were done, I plugged it up good and then he went in under his duvet and me into his sleeping bag.

"Goodnight Brazil!", I said and was met with a giggle as he turned out the light.

"Goodnight, Nathanael."

It was really dark, and it was nice feeling the sleeping bag against my skin, HIS sleeping bag against my skin in fact. It was touching all kinds of places of my body I wasn't used to have anything else but my underwear touch, it was so close to my skin, it gave me instant wood! I couldn't believe it felt so good having that soft fabric touching my butt and my dick... It felt so different compared to my clothes despite it being just fabric really that shouldn't be any different than my regular boxers. I hardly noticed myself starting to drift off, a silly grin on my lips as I squeezed a handful of sleeping bag against my groin, keeping it pressed against my growing stiffie. It was simply great!

I came back to attention with a jerk as my shoulder and hip touched the floor. The air had gone out of the mattress AGAIN! Cursing softly to myself for not doing a good enough job plugging up the air hole, I slithered out of the bag and started to re-fill the darned thing for a third - and hopefully final time. I was careful, I didn't want to disturb or possibly wake Brazil. After five lungfuls, he spoke to me...

"Nate, is that you?"

I stopped my activities. "No, it's Santa Claus." A quiet giggle came in return. "Yeah, it's me", I mumbled. "Sorry if I woke you up man. Just gonna top this thing up again and REALLY shove this plug so far in it's never gonna come out again. Just go back to sleep okay?" I spoke softly like you do at night, even if you both are awake and nobody else is around to hear you.

I heard him yawn quietly before answering. "Okay, goodnight again, bud...", he mumbled, and there came a rustle from his bedclothes as he turned over on his other side and settled in. Then, just as I had filled my lungs with air once more I heard another giggle coming through the darkness of the room...

"What?", I asked, pretending to be annoyed with being interrupted.

He giggled more. "I just remembered..." The giggle changed into a laugh!

"WHAAAT?!"

More laughing followed. "Nate... That mattress... It's LEAKY." He laughed really bad, apparently realizing how much air we'd filled it with only to have it escape again through some puncture somewhere in its surface. "That's why I hid it deep down in my closet so I wouldn't use it again!"

"THANKS, 'bud'!", I teased him, again pretending to be annoyed. "You've got a really good memory, you know that?"

He giggled so bad he could barely breathe! "Yesss! I know!" I couldn't stop myself, I started laughing too!

I managed to calm down after a little while. "Okay, so what are we gonna do now? You want me to sleep on the couch, or in a guest bedroom?"

I could see enough in the darkness by then to make out him shaking his head firmly. "No, no. I don't dare to let you do that, she'd really tan my hide if she found out..." He paused, then lifted up his duvet. "Here man... Come sleep with me, okay?"

"Y-you sure?", I stuttered. "I mean... I might, uh, tickle you...in my sleep."

He shrugged. "So what. If you sleep I'd be sleeping too. Big deal."

I grinned at him, though I doubt he could even notice a hint of it since the room was so dark. "Okay then, if you say so."

"Yeah, I do say so. Hurry up okay? I want to get some shut-eye before it's morning already!" He scooted aside making room for me, and when I started to climb in he changed his mind. "You better sleep next to the wall!", he said and tripped me up, making me collapse down on top of him, half crushing him! "Ooof!", I heard from him and then he started to giggle when I literally bounced off him! "You weren't THAT heavy man", he told me and laughed a bit more.

It was a dream come true to lie on top of him and feel his boy-smooth hairless body against my own if only for an instant, but I didn't want it like that... I couldn't do it like that, it was taking advantage of him. I made my way to the inner side of the bed while he laughed and I blushed, and then he grabbed my butt playfully before I could turn myself over, making me jerk on purpose!

"Hey Brazil, behave yourself!", I scolded him!

Another boyish giggle followed. "Sorry!", he laughed. "I was just teasing you."

I smiled in the darkness as I laid down in his bed on my back and let him cover me up properly. "I know, it's okay", I replied. "I'm not angry..."

He inched up to me on his back as well so close we touched all along our bodies. The sole of his foot caressed the top of mine and he giggled one last time.

"Goodnight, Brazil", I whispered.

"Goodnight, Nate." That was it, we went to sleep and it wasn't difficult! In fact, it was WAY EASY.

I have no recollection of the dream that set it all off, but all I know is I awoke with a start to find my head on his back in between his shoulder blades as he laid on his stomach and my dick twitching madly, ejaculating my lava-hot semen right onto the side of his left buttock as I was leaning up against the side of his body. I shuddered as I moaned deep down in my throat and panted heavily, even worse actually than when I'd shot into his hand the evening before. I was feeling waves of incredibly intense pleasure and shame that just swept me away completely. I'd again cum far more than I could ever remember up until that moment, I felt it spread out in between us, dribbling down against our skin, soaking into his bed sheet beneath us. I moaned again, though more softly than previously and my dick twitched one last time, discharging a final long warm spurt of thick sticky boy-cum. My strength was all but gone, I had intended to roll off him but all I could do was collapse back down that half-inch I'd moved and attempt again to gather myself after a few seconds of rest. My right hand had grabbed his right shoulder in our sleep, I couldn't even straighten my fingers to release him.

"Geeez..." I muttered to myself, wondering what the heck I'd do to handle the mess I'd created, I noted with some disgust I had actually drooled on his back too in my excited sleep and wondered for about half a second if I should risk licking it up or not before he noticed what I'd done... Fortunately for me, I was pretty sure Brazil was still asleep because he hadn't moved for the entire ten or so seconds that had passed since I awoke. That would give me some time to think up a plan of action.

Right then he spoke of course. "Uh... Nate? Are you okay man?"

I tried to catch my breath so I could speak. "Uh... Yeah", I tried to say in a neutral voice, but I don't think I managed. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

His voice spoke to me both from his mouth which pointed off to the right, and from inside his slim ribcage. "Well, I dunno, you were breathing kind of funny, really fast you know... I thought maybe you were sick or something."

"No, it's not anything like that", I assured him, me getting myself under control again. I was touching him still with almost all my body, but all the heat had already been released so it was safe now. My dick was shriveling up fast and my head felt clear once again, I could think properly.

He giggled. "You had a dream, right?" Not a dream, Brazil! A WET DREAM, there's a difference... Geez, you'd think the boy was born yesterday sometimes, and raised by nuns too, he was so innocent and unknowing in some ways.

I blushed yet again, and a lot too! "Yeah", I sighed. "Guess I had a dream alright. Look man, I'm really sorry for all of this, I didn't mean-"

"Hey, stop that self-incrimination stuff okay?", he said as he sat up, pushing me up as well. "It's alright, I understand." No Brazil, you don't... How can you understand I think you're the hottest guy on the planet when you don't even realize what you're doing when you're sitting on my hard-on in your aunt's couch? I wanted to tell him just that, but I didn't... I shook my head slowly at him, and then he stopped me. "Nate... Look. I'm not completely blind, okay? I know sometimes I don't understand everything that's going on inside you, but I did understand something today, I think... You like me, don't you? I mean, you've already told me you're gay, so it's okay to say it. You know I wouldn't think any less of you..." He looked at me expectantly, and I couldn't say a thing. I just kept feeling guilty, especially feeling guilty about cumming on him, spraying him with my seed and feeling so deliriously good doing it really made me feel guilty. I couldn't answer him and thus tears started dripping from my eyes instead. "Hey, hey hey... Please don't do that!", he said and leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around me.

I tried to push him away. "No Dorian", I sniffled. "Don't t-touch me! I'm just a f-f-fag, a dirty rotten fag. You don’t... Don't want me near you!"

He let go of me to make me calm down, though he didn't let go completely. "So I'm Dorian now all of a sudden huh?", he asked quietly, smiling slightly. "What happened to Brazil?"

"H-he went... He went away."

He shook his head at me. "Oh don't be silly!", he said. "Now back to my original question! You like me. Right?! You don't have to say anything if it is that difficult. Just show me. Nod your head if you like me." I sat there sniffling and felt almost paralyzed, but I did manage to move my head up and down just slightly, expecting him to slap me or punch me or knee me hard in my nuts. Right then he fell back towards me with his arms around my neck. I jerked back out of fright, which meant we both tumbled out of his narrow bed and down on the floor in a big heap! We both yelled out in fear, and then when we'd landed and understood we were both unharmed, we started laughing simultaneously! I held on to him and he held on to me, and just like that I boned up yet again of course. He must have felt it because he gave me a smile. "All's back to normal now I see..."