Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 15:54:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 10 by Aihu Fist Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 10 After a week or so, 666 was led to a backpacker's hangout where the air was filled with the sweet scent of maconha (marihuana). Rubinho had his eyes on an attractive young gringo- who did not look much older than 18, and ordered 666 to make friends with him, to promise him the best grass in town, and get him to trust him and invite him to their home. It was dad and mum who had expressed the desire that they needed one more giver of knowledge and 666 was the obvious link to this fresh-looking youngster. He looked as if had just left high school...the all-American- boy in spick and span clothes. I other words he was the spitting image of Christopher Atkins --I hope some among my readers remember who that twink was- and in case you don't, then shop around in your nearest DVD store or Google/Amazon search for Blue Lagoon. Hanging at the counter sucking an acai smoothie through a straw, Rubinho though he was the perfect captive for the job he had in mind for the family. Rubinho and 666's eyes met, not a word was said, but the former knew who was going to be the next victim. It was still early morning and by the look of it the youngster had just finished his American breakfast. The crowd in the bar had a few local hippies talking in an intelligible lingo and they were not bothered or interested in chatting with the kid. Apparently he was travelling on his own. However he didn't look the traveller 666 was. He wore a black tag with a name on it on his neat white shirt and a small day backpack over his shoulders. 666 had come in unnoticed and sat on a stool only a few stools away from the foreigner from where Rubinho could lay his eyes on the young one and scan in detail what he had in store for them. The tight fitting black school trousers shone around the seat of them. "Get up and talk to him, Rubinho whispered discretely" 666 hesitated, but with a nudge from Rubinho's hard elbow into his ribs, 666 rose from his stool and walked over to the young stranger, and asked the cliché question that always does it: -Hi, do you have light for me? In the past of his young life, Rubinho had smoked anything from cigars, cigarettes, pipe, crack, heroin, but his favourite was `smoking cocks' as he called it. In contrast, 666 was a virgin in all those things...he had never touched tobacco or any drug or even a glass of wine. Now he was forced by Rubinho to entice the lad with a request for fire. Rubinho's balls were aching and his thin but long cock was on fire. 666 nearly pissed his pants staring into the stranger's eyes which were an emerald green. 666 held a cigarette between ginger and thumb, ready to put it between his lips, when the kid answered: - Sorry pal, but I don't smoke. -Really, oh, well...thanks, no trouble mate...or may I say Jay? -How do you know my...? He replied and then realized how stupid he sounded; his name was written white on black on that shining tag pinned on his shirt. Of course 666 had to groom him into trusting him. He found out he was barely seventeen, but tall like a Viking god with a tanned, broad, and hairless chest. His schoolboy haircut made him look much younger. His dark upper lip curled up to the left corner of his mouth, the lower lip was a ruby red exuding sensuality. -Are you from around here? Jay asked. For a moment 666 was speechless, he didn't know what to say next. -I beg your pardon? Was all he could utter to shake of his reverie. -Do you live here or are you travelling like me? -No, I live here, the boy there is my half-brother. -Oh, he looks like a cool kid, Jay said. -Yes, he is, we are best pals and he loves to chat with gringos to practice his English. To be honest, he only just enrolled in a private school. So, what do you do besides travelling? -Well, I am a missionary of The Latter Day Saints. We spread the word of god. Have you heard about our church? -No, I don't, I am not religious at all, I am afraid. -That's OK, brother. We are all brothers and Jesus loves us all. Maybe you heard of the Mormon Church? -Oh, yes, I did. You can have many wives, don't you? -Well, yes, we do, but with the Federal law that was outlawed in Utah too. I am too young to get married...I want to wait a while and finish my studies. I arrived here only last week and still need to find my way around here. I also don't speak enough Portuguese yet, and that is needed if we want to bring people to our church. -Oh, I am sure our parents would love to hear about your Church. Why don't you come over? -You mean now? -Yes why not? Brazil is known for its hospitality. After meeting them you will never feel lost or lonely here, and you would have friends for life. -Ok, then, let me pay this coffee here, and then we can go to your place. Jay, got his wallet out, pulled out some Reais, adjusted his backpack, and left the bar with Rubinho and 666. -By the way, you haven't told me your name. -Of course, oh I am so sorry. My name is Johnny. -Pleased to meet you, Jay piped. -I hope you don't find out about my slave name, Johnny thought. Comments to Aihufist@yahoo.com Please donate to Nifty.