Latino Surfers

That was too much. I should stop him. I should...

"Oh, god" — I said, as my cock began to spurt white liquid all over his surfboard. Bruno put his head over my shoulder to watch, and his hand went straight to my cock so fast I was still cumming when he stroked and milked the rest from my cock.

"Oh shit. What the hell..."

"That was good. Relax. That was good, wasn't it?"

I quenched my guilt. Guilt had no reason to be biting at me, since this was all a part of the rescue.

Instead, I smiled at Bruno.

"Yeah, shit, it felt pretty good. I feel pretty good."

"Do you want to make me feel good?"

I nodded, after just a moment of hesitation.

"Lift your ass up again, so I can put my finger inside. Just the tip, I promise."

"Listen... My wife..."

"We won't tell."

"Alright."

I had never had somebody touch me there before, it had seemed so unthinkable and improper. I probably only let him do it because of the thrill of something new. It was so invasive, so intimate, that my cock was armed again.

Sure, I couldn't very well use the excuse that it was all about the rescue anymore. However, I had to do something as a way of thanking them. What was the problem with a little finger up my ass? My wife need not know.

Kaique, on the other board, was so hard that his cock was protruding from the tight Speedo.

Bruno held me close, in a very possessive and intimate embrace while I sat there, and I could feel his finger nudging my entrance. Each push made my cock lurch upwards. Kaique moved closer, he caressed my skin as if I was his. He felt my hard cock, the pink thick head, small when compared to his.

I wondered if that was how women usually felt, to be touched with such evaluating hunger. Not that I enjoyed it. I was not a woman. This was all just giving back. It meant nothing. Right?

I obviously had never this kind of attention, my cock didn't know how to deal with it, so it did what it always did, it got hard and it started to drool, until I came a second time. I closed my eyes as I felt each wave of drilling pleasure. Each orgasmic spasm made my belly churn, and Bruno pressed me against him as if to feel me trembling.

It had been the most erotic experience of my entire life so far.

But I hadn't forgotten who I was, and was glad when it eventually ended. I had done my job, I had thanked them in every way I could.

Bruno had said the current would bring me back to safety. My hero was right once again.

He did as he had promised, he gave me his shorts. He was using something below, something small, that could barely cover his bulging package.

I knew Bruno would not say anything to my wife, because even though it had all been for fun, it could be interpreted differently. And people would be quick to put us together with homosexuals. What a crazy idea.

But Bianca was sweet, she believed in me so much. I smiled when I realized how lucky I was. Bianca would believe any story I told her, even if somehow she had seen something weird.

Bianca and my sisters Donna and Dora, ages 22 and 25 met my saviors as we walked up the beach toward them. Bianca had a worried look on her freckled face. My sisters, however, were checking my saviors out.

"Thank you so much."

"Oh my God!"

"I was so worried."

They spoke in English after they knew my heroes couldn't speak Italian. Bruno very neatly explained what had happened, even mentioning the loss of my shorts in a way that only made every one laugh.

Bianca was all about kisses and being thankful. She hugged Bruno and Kaique, then came back and hugged me tight. I kissed her head and looked at Bruno, while he spoke with Donna in Portuguese.

The most curious thing was how shy Kaique was. He smiled and blushed at my sisters, barely acting like the dangerous looking man he was on his surfboard, daring the sea.

We all sat down on the beach, shared a few beers, as I learned more about my saviors.

They were from Rio, but enjoyed visiting this little 'village' because the sea had better waves for their sport. I doubted that was the only reason, and then felt bad for judglng them. They were young men who enjoyed some fun. Nothing wrong with that.

I realized quickly that my sisters were swooning over the Brazilians. Donna was all over Kaique, since she was the only one who spoke Portuguese, everything the dark young man said in Portuguese brought laughter to her lips. Seeing Donna opening up like that was what surprised me the most. Bruno won Dora over, but Dora had never been a quiet girl like Donna. Donna was more level-headed, rational, and very pure overall. It was disturbing to see her falling for the Brazilian so easily.

But she loved the country, came to study by herself for many years, even learning the language. Maybe she had never settled with Leonardo back home because she preferred wild Brazilian men. I experienced for myself how wild they could be.

It was great to see I was right, though. Both surfers never gave a hint of denouncing what we did, because we hadn't done anything wrong. They helped me stay calm, and saved my life, and now they were flirting with my sisters. Good young men. As I watched my saviors paying attention only to my younger sisters, the only disturbance in my emotions was the usual brotherly protection.

I had the urge to kiss my wife in front of everyone, causing a bit of a stir. My two saviors were laughing at me, and I could see their secret amusement at my display. It was kind of fun to be sharing a little secret, I had to admit. No harm could be done from the looks we exchanged.

We also talked about us. Our travel was just for fun, we were a pretty big Italian family with good fortune, and sometimes we liked to go on little adventures. We were using a car to visit different places in the country, as we traveled toward Rio. They asked how long we were staying and where, we them we had rented a little beach house. They asked if we would like to stay with them. My wife was against it, but my sisters were eager to see the house first, then decide. I thought about it carefully and decided to see their place for myself.

Once we got there, I was sure I wanted to stay. The place was obviously better suited for us. I didn't even know the little town would have such a beautiful house, since this one was hidden by trees; there were over four bedrooms, plenty of space, and it was a beautiful clean house, a pool, a clear view of the sea. It wasn't hard to convince Bianca. She had been worried about the young men being strangers, however, I convinced her that they were good people who saved me from drowning when they had no reason to. And they went out of their way to make me feel safe and calm. I painted them as angels. It was another way to let my gratitude show.

As the day wore on, we grew more comfortable to each other. The couples grew more attached. I understood that no one would be sleeping alone. My sisters were single, although Donna had had a break up very recently, and Leo, her ex, didn't seem like the type to let go. He wasn't here now to mark his territory.

We all went to bed early, looking forward to tomorrow.

I needed to use the bathroom late that night because my bladder wasn't giving me peace. On the way backto our room I passed Bruno's, and heard the creaking noises of the bed, faint, but quick. Each sound gave me the clear image of his lithe tanned body thrusting inside my sister.

I grabbed my hardening cock, alarmed at the rate it was growing. Actually, I was very mad at Dora for being such a gullible woman, and I wanted to storm inside and stop them, because of the lack of respect she was having for me, her older brother. She should behave. The creaking noises accelerated, bringing also moans and grunts. My cock just wanted to burst out of my loose pants.

I obviously was horny for my wife, I should be doing the same thing with her, not standing here, being an annoying older brother. I left my sister to enjoy the young Brazillian, and went back to my own room. I still cursed Dora's audacity, doing that sort of thing while her own brother was around.

I got to my room, turned off the lights and laid down, expecting to just sleep and forget. My cock was hard and aching.

"What happened?"

Just to hear Bianca's voice made everything better. It meant I had a chance to alleviate my problem. She would be willing, once she saw how horny I was for her. She was such a beautiful woman, I was so lucky.

"What do you mean?"

"You seem disturbed."

"I'm not. I pulled her close. "I'm hard."

When Bianca ran her hand over my cock, she let out a gasp, we worked things out from there.

I was on top of her, making her moan softly, pushing my wood inside of her, when we heard the scream. It had been my sister Donna, and it was an obvious scream of sexual pleasure.

Donna shut up rather quickly, as if someone had closed her mouth abruptly. I must have made a face.

"I bet Leo never made her scream like that," Bianca said, amused. She was taking it better than me.

"Forget about her. Let her have her fun."

She could have her fun quietly. It was hard to associate that scream with my sister.

I was all too aware of my throbbing cock inside my wife's wet pussy. Was she jealous of Donna? Did she want to scream like that too, but I wasn't capable of doing it?

Those thoughts were silly. I was capable, but Bianca just wasn't that type of women. I recoiled at my own suggestion that my sister was that type of women, the vulgar kind. No, that wasn't Donna. It was those Brazilians. Didn't they make me act weird too? Sure, they were just trying to help me, but still...

Bianca laughed.

"Well, it seems she ruined my fun," she said. I knew my troubled thoughts had gotten rid of my erection.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're right."

A few minutes later, Bianca was mounting my cock. I tried to push her past the kind of sex we always had. I held her down on top of me and tried to go as fast as I could, and I was rewarded with a whiny moan that definitely meant she was enjoying it. Maybe I hadn't been the best husband then. She was so into the rough sex that she even let me stick a finger up her ass. I had never treated my wife like that. To find out that she enjoyed it was both troubling and exciting.

I did not manage to make her scream out like Donna did. Was I foolish to be bothered by that? I only realized I was going for it when she came, and then slipped into to sleep. It was all good, though. Bianca was her own person, it didn't mean I was bad in bed.

Bianca started to snore. I sighed. If I didn't manage to sleep before her, I would need to walk around the house a bit and come back later.

So I left the room, and was surprised to see Bruno, his back to me, going into the bathroom. He heard me, turned around. When he saw who it was, he gestured for me to go inside the bathroom with him. It was definitely strange, but I had to know what he wanted with me. Maybe something had happened and he wanted to talk to me privately. I still looked around to be sure no one else was out of their beds too.

— "Hey, Gringo" Bruno said, as I entered.

"What is it? Something happened?"

"Yeah. I need your help." Bruno closed the door behind me, locked it.

The bathroom was very spacious, but Bruno grabbed my arm and took me to the toilet. I sat down on the closed seat, and looked at Bruno right in front of me. "I need some help with this."

He took out his cock, a thick dark cock, veined, with a bulbous head, covered by uncut skin. I gasped, surprised. But it was the suddenness of it all that took my breath away, and the fact that there was a cock right in front of me. There was no way to avoid looking at it.

"Take a good look," Bruno said.

"I-I don't..." I swallowed. He was wrong, I wasn't taking a good look. I was shocked. There was a cock in front of me, I had no choice but to look. If my eyes lingered there, it was because I was nervous confronting the guy to whom I felt a great deal of gratitude. I looked into the amused brown eyes of the young Brazilian hunk, then looked away.

"What's going on?"

"I need your help."

"With what?"

There was so much saliva. I swallowed, avoiding eye contact, instead I looked at the hard cock again, still surprised that it was there, still trying to understand. There was no other reason to look at it.

"Here," — he said, grabbing his balls. "My balls are sweaty."

He showed his glistening balls, covered with a dark fuzz.

"So?"

"Can you help me refresh it?"

"Do... you want me to blow on them?" I asked, confused.

Bruno thought that was funny.

"Sure, blow a little on them, please."

I had a vague feeling that I was being made fun of, but still got a bit closer to his exposed balls and blew gently on them.

"Oh yeah, Gringo. Very good."

Then suddenly, Bruno pushed his balls up and I accidentally kissed those furry, sweaty balls. I retreated, but automatically ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the sweat of his balls. The smell was thick in my nose too, since I had brushed his cock.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

"They're still so warm. Can't you just put them in your mouth?" Bruno asked.

"Man... I'm not... You misunderstand me."

"I thought you wanted to make me happy. You seemed so thankful that I saved your life."

"I am... I am! Very much. But this... I mean... I just don't want to be misunderstood."

"I understand you completely, Gringo. Come on. Help me out."

"Okay. I'll help you out, since you helped me out."

"Exactly. It's time to give back." Bruno brought his balls closer, and I moved my face forward, and my lips touched his balls.

"There you go, give them nice kisses of thanks, like that."

I kissed his balls, little kisses, then a little bit of tongue. He rubbed them on my face, bringing them to my nose, and back to my lips.

"Thank them."

"Thank you," I said, kissing his balls. "Thank you so much."

And so, I sucked my first cock. I thought I was not going to enjoy it, I was completely, one hundred percent sure. That was the only reason I did it.

Bianca always sucked my cock as if it was a sort of obligation. You could also tell she was disgusted by my cum. She didn't even want it inside her pussy.

My surprise was considerable when I found how easy sucking cock was, how naturally it came to me, how the taste was actually good. The taste of the skin, the taste of the cum, the taste of the sweat.

"Suck your sister from that cock, Gringo."

I cringed, but I kept going. He asked for a favor, and I agreed to give it to him. There was no way for me to escape this now. I had to deal with the consequences. He began to leak pre-cum profusely, and he told me not to let it mess the bathroom floor, so I had to lick it. That I enjoyed the taste meant nothing. This was a biological reaction to my feeling extreme gratitude towards the young man.

My erection became so painful that I had to pleasure myself too. That was another biological response that I had no control over. Things were a bit out of control, but nothing that I couldn't deal with.

Hadn't I just left my wife satisfied in our bed? Wasn't that enough to prove that I knew what I was doing? That I had control? Yes, it was. She probably wouldn't understand, so it was better for her to keep sleeping peacefully, while I sucked this huge cock and thanked the Brazilian for saving my life. His cock was warm, with pulsing veins that throbbed in my mouth.

"Keep thanking my cock, Gringo."

"Thank you so much" — I said, staring at the dark sausage.

Bruno chuckled.

"Thank you so much, thank you, thank you, thank you."

Each thank you earned the big cock a kiss in a different place, on the head, on the length, on the balls, and on the pubes, as I buried my nose there to be filled with his scent.

"I bet your wife doesn't enjoy cock as much as you."

"She does. She just doesn't like my cum," I admitted.

I don't know why I said it. It made no sense for me to share such humiliating nonsense. I must have been confused with the work I was doing, couldn't think straight. I had always been too dedicated to any task I had at hand.

"Well, let's punish her."

After letting him cum on my face, and spilling my own seed in the sink, I washed myself. Then I went back to my room. Bianca never even moved on the bed, her snoring was a peaceful reminder that she wasn't faking it. I hugged her from behind, and placed a kiss on her mouth.

"What is it?" she asked sleepily.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep. I just want to be close to you.

I kissed her again, then we slept.

We all ate our breakfast together the next day. I grew flustered at the sight of Bruno, but fortunately nobody noticed. And since he seemed eager to please my sister, I was glad to be pushed into the background.

The truth was, I couldn't excuse my actions. It had been wrong and honestly depraved. Bruno and I had been led astray by our previous erotic engagements, me with my wife, and him with Dora. And then you add the whole intense experience we had in the sea, when he rescued me and made me feel safe, things were bound to get out of control.

So, I felt pretty good, knowing that things were falling into place.

After breakfast the girls said they would like to go back to the beach . Bruno declined, saying that he would take a bit of a break, his muscles were sore and he would sleep all day because he hadn't gotten any. Dora instantly lowered her head and blushed. I felt myself flush, warmth going up my neck and face.

Bianca was up for it, and so was Donna. But Kaique agreed with Bruno.

They all looked at me.

"After yesterday, I think I'm catching a break too."

"Of course, honey. We understand," Bianca said, kissing me, while Bruno smiled at me knowingly.

The girls left. I saw Bianca to the front door, then turned around and went straight to the bathroom. I showered, and met Bruno and Kaique lounging by the pool. We could see the girls walking away until they turned to the leftout of sight.

There were a few umbrellas around, but they decided to place a mattress on the white marble flooring, a bottle of tequila on the side, half-full. I sat down next to them, and smoked while they talked in Portuguese. They weren't excluding me on purpose. They seemed to be having fun together. In that situation, Bruno would always be excluding either me or Kaique. I never thought about that.

"Why don't you take off your clothes and come here," Bruno said to me. "You need a little color, Gringo."

"I'm too pale. I would only be burned."

"I don't think so. But come here anyway. Sit here." — He patted a part of the mattress between him and Kaique.

"We can get in the pool later."

Since they were both lying down parallel to each other, I sat down in the middle, in between their thighs, so they could see my face without having to raise their heads. Bruno instantly started to caress my leg.

"Good Gringo."

Kaique said something. Bruno thought it was funny, because he laughed, but the other surfer kept a serious face while looking at me.

"He said he was sorry if you heard anything last night. Your rooms are next to each other."

"I didn't hear anything."

Bruno told this to Kaique, and he seemed to relax a little. I was glad to see he worried about Donna's reputation with her brother. He was probably going to tell Donna, and it would comfort her. Now I had to hope that Bianca didn't let it slip.

"My friend told me all about your sister," Bruno said. "He doesn't want to tell you, and he doesn't know I'm saying this now. But we tell each other everything."

I stared at Bruno. I could hear the provocation in his words. I couldn't seriously believe that what he said meant he told Kaique what I did yesterday night. It would be a break in our trust.