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Discovering Brazil

by Zustara Orur

A story (C) 2002/2003 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!

English is a second language to me, so please excuse any goofs present herein regarding grammar, spelling. I try to do the best I can!

Legal mumbo-jumbo BS: this story features explicit descriptions of sexual acts between consenting male youths. The story is fictional, and only took place in my mind. If this sort of thing bothers you; you are under-age (and anybody cares about it); reading this story happens to be illegal wherever you may be right now; etc, please STOP READING. I won't get in trouble, but you might, who knows. If all is hunky-dory, feel free to continue, if that is your wish.

Also note that this is a real STORY centering around love rather than sex, those mainly interested in long descriptions of copulation and such may want to look elsewhere.

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Chapter Eleven - A Morning in the Sun:

"Why are YOU so good to me?", I asked softly with what was almost a sniffle.

"Nate...", he said tenderly and stroked a cheek of mine with one of his hands. "I don't mind you love me. Please, never think that! In fact... It's kinda neat I think, even though you ARE a guy. It can't ever be a bad thing if someone loves ya, don't you agree? It is nice to know you love me because it feels as if nobody's ever done that before except my mom, and you're such a nice person you too. And please, don't ever call me Dorian again, alright?"

"Okay." That was all I said out loud. 'But... But... Brazil, you're STRAIGHT. I want you to love me too!' I wanted to tell him all that, but I couldn't, it was really painful! My lip trembled and I sniffled and right then he hugged me tighter.

"Oh no you don't!", he said and laughed. Then he immediately let go of me really quickly. "No more hugging for you if you're gonna sit there and feel sorry for yourself!" He leapt up and tried to escape, and when he got out through the door he stopped and stuck his head back into the room. "...And no breakfast either, slug-boy!" Then he ran away yelping and screaming as I chased him all through the house, into the kitchen and through to the living room where we went crawling over his aunt's 8000-something dollar leather couch from one end to the other on all fours, out to the hallway and back into the kitchen again. It was a small miracle we hadn't knocked something over the way we kept on!

I caught him in the kitchen, or he let me catch him I'm not sure. I hung around his neck as he hung around mine for a few moments, during which my bone poked him as we laughed together. As usual, he didn't notice it, I'm sure. He was just savoring our close friendship and I felt okay with that. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down naked at the kitchen table. He got a plate for me and himself, and cereal and milk along with juice, and we had breakfast at 07:17 on a Saturday morning, eating it nude as jaybirds. We joked around and giggled like giggly girls, and my boner refused to go down since I kept thinking again and again he had my dried sperm spread all over his left butt cheek and didn't seem the least bit bothered about it!

When we had had two fair-sized servings of bran flakes each we went back to his bedroom and sat down next to each other on the bed. I could see the wet spot I'd made, and it was impressively large in my eyes, especially considering much of my goo must have remained on his skin, and mine too. Brazil, you make me excel in ways I didn't know I had in me! I started giggling for no apparent reason for once and at once his arm was around my shoulders and his face so close to mine as he joined in with me...

We were so smitten by the giggle-bug we couldn't breathe, and he had a hand on my thigh right next to my groin and I had a hand on one of his knees. Suddenly I looked into his eyes and stopped laughing... He stopped too, but kept smiling as my face was completely solemn.

"Brazil... I love you", I whispered, my other hand on his cheek this time.

"I know", he started, but by then my lips were on his, taking his breath away. And I did take it away I know I did. He tensed up out of surprise, but not a displeased surprise. I pushed him down on his back and climbed up on top, straddling him so my hard-on poked him right in his cute tummy. I proceeded to smooch the heck out of him, letting my lips touch all over his face while he giggled and squirmed uncontrollably as I thrust with my hips, burying my hard-on in between his firm sexy legs... I didn't let him get away, and he didn't even really try, I kissed all over his throat and neck too, and went back to his mouth time and time again. He sucked on to me like a magnet, lifting his head up to follow me when I tried to separate, making us part with a loud smack!

Then, just as I felt myself start to get really hot and bothered, wanting to lick him down all over, I heard a distant voice calling to me...

"Nate", it said from somewhere far far away. "Nate!" Someone was shaking me and suddenly I woke up out of my daydream, realizing I was sitting at his kitchen table still holding my head in my hands, elbows on the table and showing the biggest, goofiest smile on my face ever! Brazil was sitting opposite me, leaning over and having a hand on one of my shoulders. When he saw I was back in the real world again he withdrew himself, then smiled as well. "You haven't heard a word I've been saying have you?"

"I was listening!", I defended myself.

"So what was I talking about then?", he said and cocked his head, urging me to speak.


He smiled more. "Case closed, I think!" He got up from his chair, went around to my side and started tugging on my arm. "Come on man, help me wash up. We can't leave any traces or I'd be in deep trouble."

I agreed quickly. "Okay, sure."

Washing up went very quick since we only had a plate, spoon and a glass each to clean. We stood next to each other and bumped our naked hips into one another on purpose, trying to shove the other off to the side. We both giggled while teasing each other in that kind manner, it was real fun!

With everything wiped off and back in cupboards and drawers he took me to his room again. I saw the stain I'd made, it seemed as big and impressive as in my daydream. Brazil gave me a quick hug just to say thanks for still being there and keeping him company, and I tried to kiss his cheek again only to have him giggle and squirm away all over again.

"Nate, you really are a very silly and very naughty boy!", he told me with a big happy smile. "Let's get our suits on and get our butts into the pool, okay?"

"Uh, shouldn't we have a shower first, you think?"

He shrugged. "Okay, if you want to we can do that, but I never do when it's just me. I have one every day so I think I'm clean enough anyway. Besides, it's got an expensive water treatment plant, and my aunt never uses the pool anyway so it's not as she'd suffer or anything."

That made me giggle again! He still had my dried cum on him and he seemed totally unconcerned! We got back to his bathroom after grabbing our swimwear, and him having taken a towel also because he said his aunt hated it when he dragged water all over her wooden floors (which made me remember we hadn't dried up the pools we'd made out in the hallway the evening before, and hoped nothing bad would come of that).

I went in first into his shower once the water temperature had stabilized, and then he came in too laughing like crazy when he saw how flustered I became. He had NO IDEA how much self-control it took me to not simply jump his bones right there or I really don't think he would have been so nonchalantly casual. He just thought he'd tease me a little I suppose... All I could do was let water splash over my chest and then back and flee out of the shower once more hoping I wouldn't graze against him too much. Of course we both grazed each other a couple times since his shower was fairly small and we were both competing for the same shower head, and each time he noticed how much it affected me he just bubbled of teasing laughter!

Brazil went out a few moments after me, glistening of water and started to pull on his trunks. I stopped everything I was doing, it was a spectacle I definitely was not going to miss! I stood there with a raging hard-on and shamelessly stared at his fantastic, sexy body.

He had even more trouble with his small trunks than usual since his skin was already wet. That added considerable friction and he had to pull and tug a bit just to get them all the way up his thighs. With his small little dickie hanging out over the edge, he started pulling them up over his butt. The tip dangled enticingly and as he worked away at his task I imagined the downwards curve it made getting less and less pronounced. Maybe it was just the edge of his Speedos pushing it up? But the top half always poked straight out, it was the lower half that usually hung downwards and nothing was touching that!

I couldn't keep my eyes off the tip of his super cute dickie. It dangled, but now I thought it seemed straighter, and longer, the head bigger than I was used to and the nipple-shaped cone of skin covering it shorter! Right then he managed to get the thing up on his butt as far as it would go (which as usual wasn't far enough to hide all he goodies!), and then he pulled the Speedo up at the front as well hiding that sweet little appendage from my eyes and tucked in the short drawstring which wasn't needed anyway. I took a peek at his face just to see if he was kinda horny or not, but all I could see was him being happy having company for the weekend, and anticipation for going splashing around in the pool with his best buddy. I instantly became uncertain I'd really seen what I thought I'd seen. He can't have been getting hard! I must have imagined it...

When we both had trunks on (was much quicker and easier for me, since my yellow ones was a bit looser than the black thing I'd worn in school), we ran through the house again and went out on the lanai at the back. It was really nice, a large wooden floor with several reclining chairs for sunbathing on the left half, and a table within easy access to a big barbecue grill made of white bricks to the right. The lawn itself was large and luxuriously green, glittering with water drops from the night's rain and morning dew, and surrounded by a low hedge that barely reached to my knee. Brazil's aunt didn't seem to care much for gardening, because there was only a few decorative bushes dotted around the place, and only three trees and those were rather small fruit trees, not big birches or maples or anything like that. Meant less raking to be done in the autumn I suppose, which Brazil would have had to do anyway I'm sure. He probably mowed the lawn too, why should his cheap aunt pay some neighbor kid when he could do it for free?

Speaking of Brazil, he on the other hand did not stop to take in the scenery, he simply yelled and ran straight to the pool and jumped in like a small kid would do! He tried to do a proper dive, but he had too much forward momentum so he almost flipped over on his back as his legs overtook the rest of his body once he penetrated the surface. He came up coughing and sputtering, having gotten pool water up his nose, it was totally funny!

He shook his head so his beaded braids tinkled (now colored a deep honey blonde from being wet to the core) and climbed out again, grinning at me. He snorted, trying to get rid of that sticking sensation of water in the nose and frowned in pretended annoyance as I laughed.

"Okay buster", he growled. "Your time to get wet!"

"No way man, not after I saw what happened to you", I said and giggled in a manner that was sure to annoy him further still! He came after me and started chasing me around his aunt's large oval-shaped pool, yelling at me to stop and that I was a coward and all sorts of other funny stuff, we laughed so much we could barely remain upright...! I kept away from him for one full lap until I slipped and my foot went out kinda sideways on the still moist grass as I put it down and landed right on one of my buttocks! "Ouch!", I grunted as I got the wind knocked out of me. Brazil came skidding towards me, trying to stop and not slip as well, but it was impossible to manage in time since my lead hadn't been very large. He struck my shoulder with a leg and then went right over me, dampening his fall with his hands. That made us giggle lots, and he bounced back and grabbed me, so we ended up rolling around in the dewy grass, wrestling until I was almost as wet as he was. It was pretty fun, and a good excuse for me to feel him up I thought. Well, I tried, but somehow he always managed to slip out of my grasp. Not intentionally I'm sure, he just liked to slither around, never let himself be grabbed and trapped, just like we really were real wrestlers in a competition.

"Now you can go in, it won't matter anymore anyway." We were lying down on the grass on our sides next to each other, both of us supporting our heads with an arm. We had some straws of grass stuck to us since we were so wet, but it was okay. We didn't mind.

"Okay!", I agreed and hopped up on my feet, jumped over him and splashed into the pool like a cannonball, creating a huge backlash of water that sprayed all over him.

"Aaaagghh!", he went, knowing he'd been suckered good there! He got up too and tossed himself in my direction. I quickly ducked down below the surface or else I'd had his knee in my forehead. He impacted with what sounded like a deep depth-charge explosion in the water, I quickly surfaced, ready to grab him when he too surfaced. For some reason, he didn't. All the bubbles from the impact cleared, I just saw him sinking slowly through the water, limply. Oh shit! Something's wrong, I thought!

My heart leapt up into my throat as Ali was again in my mind and I dove down and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him up again. His body was totally limp, I couldn't understand what had happened! If he'd hit his head and knocked himself out cold that might explain it, but all he did was jump in...! I crawled out of the pool weighed down with my heavy load and laid him out on the grass, his knees still in over the edge of the pool so his calves and feet stuck down into the water.

"Brazil...? Hey, Brazil!" I shook him and his head just lolled from side to side, his eyes closed. I slapped his cheeks, though not very hard. No reaction. I sat up, my head spinning out of confusion, should I run to the house and call 911, or should I try to revive him first? I was so confused I didn't even remember to check for a heartbeat, but I grabbed his head in my hands, filled my lungs with air and was just about to put my lips to his when his eyes snapped open.

"What do YOU think you're doing...?", he said teasingly, a big grin on his pretty lips.

I sat up straight again in total shock! "Brazil, god DAMMIT!", I yelled and wanted to punch him in the gut as much as I wanted to kiss him silly! "Don't ever do anything like that again, you have any idea how badly you scared me?!"

He couldn't stop giggling. "Sorry Nate! I guess I wasn't thinking, it wasn't as if I planned it or anything, it just happened."

"You should be sorry", I said in a pouty voice, and then I felt Fear's skeletal fingers grip around my heart and squeeze. My eyes started to tear up and I bowed down my head to try and hide it. Of course that got Brazil upset too, he got out of the pool completely and sat down in front of me and wrapped his arms around me as a small sob wracked me.

"Hey, hey... I'm sorry", he said softly. "I'm okay, I promise. I didn't mean to scare ya, I just meant it as a joke..."

I let him hold me as I tried to bring myself under control again. "It wasn't FUNNY", I said and pouted and cried more. "I just got so scared... I mean, I thought something really bad had happened to you and I love you so much and I got so scared... Brazil, I thought you were gonna DIE, and I love you..." My voice almost gave out on me as I just babbled, not knowing what the heck I was saying. He hushed me again and again, all I could do was sniffle and whisper that I love him so much, really quietly so he couldn't possibly hear it while I held him and he held me as I bawled, though doing that quietly too.

"Ssshhh, Sshh... Nate, it's all right now. Take it easy, calm down..." I did, letting my lips touch the wet skin on his shoulder, and he didn't try to stop me. Maybe he didn't think much of it or didn't even notice, I'm not sure. I started kissing that shoulder, not knowing what I was doing as he rubbed my back to make me feel better again, saying he was sorry and asking me to forgive him.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, I'm okay now buddy", I mumbled. "Don't scare me like that again, o-okay? I couldn't handle it if... If I got left alone again a second time..."

"Nate...? What-" He halted himself as I shuddered. He understood this was a sore point in my soul. "You don't have to tell me anything..."

I drew in a shuddering breath. "Thanks", I mumbled.

"I'm sorry bud. I didn't mean to get you so upset. If you think I need to be punished I will submit!" He grinned wickedly and actually winked at me.

"What?! Are you serious?", I asked in a breathless voice. He merely nodded, still smiling.

"It's only fair after what I did!", he claimed. "Tell me what you want to do, it's okay. Anything." He actually seemed to emphasis the 'anything' a bit more heavily than his other words...

All sorts of thoughts flashed through my mind. If I said I wanted to 'tickle' him again, or outright kiss him wherever I wanted to on his body (maybe even his cute little dickie), would he go along with it? He nodded at me, as if he could hear my very thoughts, and that just made up my mind at once. "No Brazil... I can't. I can't punish you! What for? I mean, you're childish and impulsive sure", I said and that made him stick out his tongue at me! "...But you're also kind and sweet. I don't think you need to be punished."

He actually seemed a little disappointed for a second or so but then brightened up in one of those cute big smiles of his and then gave me a hug during which I again tried to kiss his neck and he giggled and squeezed me away by pinching together his head and shoulder. We then had a dip in the pool to wash off any tears and other yucky stuff which is produced by crying, and Brazil seemed eager for some more wrestling and splashing about. He kept grabbing me from behind and trying to lift me or dunk me in the pool's shallow end. It was fun, but I was too afraid I would just go super horny and rip off his bathing suit and try to suck him dry or something like that. He sensed my reluctance somehow and slowly let go of me and turned away. I'd hurt him. I put a hand on his shoulder to make him turn back towards me but he shrugged it away almost angrily. Suddenly I just grabbed him instead, I stood behind him and put my arms in under his arms and wrapped them around his chest. He jerked away hard, trying to free himself, but I responded by holding him tighter, but not too tight. I was still painfully hard. Again he jerked and twisted himself from side to side rather violently in fact.

"Leggo of me!", he demanded angrily.

"No Brazil, I won't." My voice was firm to make him stop squirming so much (and maybe whack me in the nuts by mistake or something). I tightened myself even more against him, making me touch all of him. His movements slowed down, and as he did I kept tightening my grip more and more, making him stop moving completely. I held him, and he let me hold him. I leaned against his back, and put my head on his shoulder next to his.

"Nate... I'm not afraid of you", he said solemnly. "Even though you're gay and you say you love me. I don't want you to be afraid of me either, please tell me you're not afraid." I held him so tight I could feel his young voice vibrate in his chest... It felt good.

"I'm not afraid", I said in an equally solemn voice, and be believed me. I let my lips brush the soft, lightly bronzed skin of his neck. He let me do it, if he even understood what I was doing since we were both so wet and slick. Maybe he couldn't tell it was my lips that were grazing him... "I promise I'm not afraid."

"Do you think we've been bathing enough for now?", he then asked, holding a hand on one of the arms I held around his body. I agreed with a simple 'mmm', and he started walking off towards the stair leading out of the pool. I didn't let go of him, I kept my grip as we emerged out of the water. He grabbed with his hands on the rails of the stair as I let him balance and support my weight. I wanted him to feel safe, that I wasn't about to abandon him, and right then it did feel really great to have him so close. My bone rubbed against his buttocks, it was impossible to avoid, but he didn't complain. We went back to the lanai where the towel was. "Hey, do you feel like maybe doing some lazing about in the sun or something? We could grab a bunch of comics and just lie down for a while and read them!"

I hadn't really been into comics for a long time, I had sort of decided once you turned into a teenager, you were too old for that kind of stuff. Apparently not! I could hear on Brazil's voice he thought it would be a really fun and great idea. "Okay! Let's do it!", I said with as much enthusiasm as him. He brightened up even more and dried himself off quickly.

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