Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 10:59:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 23 by Aihu Fist Shackled love in Brazil part 23 by Aihu Fist Rubinho was fast asleep after the explosion from his loins had sapped all of his energy. While he had been jerking off, dad and mum had been making plans for him. How were they going to control his movements in and out the house? Given his delinquent past they couldn't really treat him as any other ordinary boy. Sure, they agreed on giving him a second chance in life, but what guarantees did they have that he would abide by the house rules? Or that he would not relapse in his street life prior to his FEBEM life? He was coming of age and that was the most dangerous of all ages in which one seeks to affirm oneself as a man. Porto Seguro was not Salvador's Pelourinho, still, enough thugs and street urchins who might entice him to take part in any shady business. -We should have ears and eyes out there, shouldn't we, Dad? Num spoke. -Mmmmh, you have a point, Dad said. �But I cannot think of anybody I know how lives in the streets. It would be good, however, for Rubinho, to have a mate of his age, to play with. Growing up alone with adults is no good. -Hey, why don't we invite your nephew over? -My brother needs that boy at home, but maybe a few weeks of on holiday here might work out. I will ring him up tomorrow. With these nice ideas, mum closed her eyes and soon was in world of wonder of her own. Dad, however kept tossing and turning. He couldn't believe he was only a room away from Rubinho. It was 2 am, and he couldn't find sleep. He thought of the pretty lad alone in a bed and of how he would have liked him next to him. In his stead he had this woman who as much as him yearned for the same cute boy. They both knew they were very lucky having this precious pet in the house. The moments of Rubinho jerking off in that room played on his mind. It trailed on like a feature movie. The lecherous smile of the young teen while he squirted his load on the mirror and the hard-on he had from it was something he'd keep to himself. Such moments were to be cherished in times when Rubinho was not around. He rolled over to his side, then on his belly, next he curled up like a young boy in fetal position. Mum did not wake up. 3 am...what to do, hein? The train of thoughts provoked his member to rise. His big black hand pushed it down between his hairy thighs, his heart pounded faster as he was thinking of leaving the bed and walk over to Rubinho's bedroom. Mum had taken her sleeping pill so she wouldn't hear a thing. Let's go and check out that kid, he thought to himself. The boy would be sleeping; if he walked lightly over the floor Rubinho would not woken up either. Once by the door, he hesitated. Was this OK? What if he woke up? He would only have to say that he wanted to be sure he was fine. An excuse any parent can make. It would drive home the message that he really cared about him, wouldn't it? The excessive worrying had turned his cock limp. Luckily the door handle didn't squeak. It was a full moon and she shone a white bundle of light into the room. Rubinho lay flat on his back spread-eagled with his Dad's undies in his left hand. What a sight to behold. Half of his face had turned into silver. His right shoulder, arm and hand were defined by the silver snaking down to his hip, knee, thigh, leg and foot. Dad stood perplex and breathless. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he approached this sleeping prince. Silently he got on all fours and crawled to the boy's foot, which he touched briefly. He faced the sole of his right foot, stuck his tongue out and licked the heel of it. The point of his tongue continued to toes, but nothing happened. So, he sat for a few seconds and see if anything had moved, It hadn't; not even his head. Gosh the boy was really gone. Dad, left the foot came by the hip. His nose got the scent of the boy's sweat. Boy's sweat is so different from a man's, it is the ultimate elixir of boy lovers, he thought. A perfume no one has been able to produce in this world of cuntfuckers. What if he woke up all of a sudden? But Dad's hand was faster than his mind, and was already on its way to the exposed sweaty colhoes. Like pearls of an oyster they lay gleaming, glistening in a ribbed pouch. The lifeless penis had its head on the right ball in the sac. It was tempting, too tempting not to caress it. Dad was going to risk it. He let his hand snake up close to his hip and like a cobra's head it stood ready to strike the object of his desire. A soft push of his middle fingers tightly knit together, on the penis head, did nothing at all, but Dad,s own cock stood straight against his belly drooling with pre-cum. Hit bit his lower lip, he had never felt so nervous because he had never done anything like it in his life. Once more he nudged the head which lay forlorn behind a wrinkled fleshy collar. Still nothing...no life came from it. His index finger trailed down the seam that holds the sac together and when it reached just under light weight pouch he made finger turn round and lift the sac from there. The sac was hairless like his groin, and it felt smooth as a baby's. From that point it wasn't far off from Rubinho's anus. The stretch from the end of the sac to the boy's hole was quite moist, Dad liked that. So he slid his finger up and down with utmost precaution not to wake him up. He was lucky that Rubinho was lying on his back and his legs far apart. About a half an hour had passed and the boy was still breathing deeply. Dad's hands were rough from the hard labour he'd done and did in his life. The touching of the baby skin sent ripples of excitement down his groin. His cock was begging for a few good jerks. Dad's right hand went down to the pulsating dark shaft and began the manly ritual of pumping his own meat. His finger had found the boy's entrance and probed it gently, there too, he found sogginess, so his finger would not scrape the anus. Dad's breathing was deeper and louder. Half of a fingertip was in the arsehole and the sphincter was real tight, so tight, it felt like it was not going to let the finger go any time soon. It seemed to suck it in deeper, and to his surprise this tightness made everything more exciting, more pleasurable. It was the adventure that, the risk of getting caught by surprise when Rubinho woke up. But Dad, wanted to play it safe for the moment. He pulled out his finger and sucked it like a pacifier. Another day, I'll have more fun, he thought. He left the room as silently as he had come, slipped into bed next to mum, who had not noticed anything. Please, donate to Nifty.org