Brazilian Cattle Baron (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  “I love it, too. Hot, tight ass! Man, you’re a good fuck!”

  The two men had settled into a steady humping rhythm now, with Sebastien’s loins thudding against Cristiano’s flattened and reddening ass cheeks each time the husky norte-americano stud made a deep thrust into his Brazilian cousin. As Sebastien screwed him, Cristiano arched his spine, twisting his head back into the hollow of his fucker’s shoulder. Their moaning mouths slid wetly into contact, and the two men exchanged clumsy, breathless kisses.

  Sebastien had pushed his right hand beneath both their furiously humping bodies and was jacking Cristiano off as he fucked him. Twisting his head to one side now at an almost ninety-degree angle, Cristiano reached up and behind himself to seize Sebastien’s disheveled dark head between his hands and hold it still as he glued his lips to his fucker’s in a long, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues worked against each other in desperate, slippery rhythms, their saliva mingling.

  Sebastien knew that he was getting close—as was his lover. The fuck was just too violent, too exciting, to be prolonged for much longer. Both men would soon have to spurt.

  But they had both instinctively slowed their pace somewhat in an effort to drag out this delirious pleasure for as long as possible. Their bodies slapped together with less violence now. They writhed together as one. And then, finally, they could endure no more. They came!

  “I love you, I love you,” Sebastien moaned, as he felt himself filling the tip of the condom wedged deep inside his cousin’s ass. “Oh God, how I love you!”

  “Me, too,” Cristiano whispered. “Oh, you’re doing it to me, Sebastien! You’re making me shoot! You’re making me shoot so hard—so much!”

  Nor was he exaggerating. His dick throbbed hotly within the slippery grip of Sebastien’s steadily massaging fingers, and he climaxed not in a series of short, rapid spurts, but in what felt like a continuous stream of wet semen—soaking the sheets, his belly, and Sebastien’s fist, which went right on milking his oozing cock dry of its load.

  Losing his grip on Cristiano’s cum-slicked cock, Sebastien let his right hand slide up the other man’s torso, smearing Cristiano’s jism over his damp skin. Sebastien’s thumb and forefinger found Cristiano’s nipple and pinched it hard, as he stroked Cristiano’s stomach and thighs with his left hand. All the while, he worked his cock in and out of his cousin’s butt. Sebastien had ejaculated, but he was still hard—still horny!

  “Leave it in there if you want to,” Cristiano invited him. “Do it again, if you’re up to it. I’ll just lie here under you and let myself be fucked. Like a whore in a brothel.”

  Sebastien laughed. “I prefer a more active partner. You sound sleepy.” He kissed Cristiano’s shoulder as his cock pumped back and forth in the Brazilian’s tight anal chute a few more times, before Sebastien slowed his thrusts to a reluctant halt.

  Breathing hard, the two men rested.

  Groaning with pleasure, Sebastien pulled his cock slowly out of Cristiano’s well-massaged butt and rolled on the bed beside him. He put out his hand to touch Cristiano’s still-shuddering body. “I must’ve hurt you. I shouldn’t have fucked you so hard toward the end, I should have held back, I…”

  “I’m…all right, Sebastien,” Cristiano gasped, fighting for breath. “Christ, it hurt! But I liked it. You have taken my virginity all over again. Now you are going to have to marry me.” They laughed and hugged each other tightly.

  “That was some first round,” Sebastien joked.

  “Yes, that was really something.”

  “You liked that, huh?”

  “I liked it,” Cristiano admitted. He looked pensive. “Now I have a dilemma,” he admitted. “I can’t decide which I like better—fucking, or being fucked.”

  Sebastien grinned. “Are we going to start arguing over which of us is the top and which is the bottom, or whose turn it is?”

  “I’m afraid so. No—we can take turns.”

  “And we can start right now. You think you could go another round?”

  “I know I could.”

  As they spoke, the two men kissed and caressed each other, their two cocks, still hard and throbbing, rubbing against their bellies, their bodies crying out for more.

  Sebastien suggested softly, his lips caressing Cristiano’s ear, “Let’s do it right now, big man. Take me the way I just took you.”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “More than anything in the world, Cristiano.”

  Sebastien rolled face down on the bed and felt the weight of his solidly muscled, athletic young cousin settle right over his buns. He savored the heft and stiffness of Cristiano’s hard cock rubbing at the base of his spine, where the crack of his ass began. Then Sebastien shivered with hot pleasure as Cristiano’s wet tongue began running over his neck, his shoulders, and then down his back, tracing the groove in his spine, giving him delicious thrills. Sebastien opened his legs a little to make it easier for Cristiano to separate his buttocks and push his cockhead between them.

  He gasped as he felt a hand press something cool and wet against his asshole, and he realized it was a blob of lube. Then he could feel a fingertip, exploring, moving around inside him there. The finger left his asshole. Sebastien heard the foil packet containing a condom being ripped open. Next, he felt Cristiano’s legs on either side of his own. He felt something hard and blunt press against his hairy asshole.

  “Don’t be shy, primo,” Sebastien urged. “Shove it in! Let me have it. Let me feel your big cock in me, up my ass.” He grunted, grasping the pillow under his chest in a big bear hug, ready to bury his face into it to drown any yells of pain he might emit at Cristiano’s penetration of his anus. “Ah, here it comes, I can feel it, stud…oh! You’re hung big, man! It’s really thick, it’s stretching me wide open.” The pain of Cristiano’s rough entry was sharp, extreme. Sebastien gasped into the pillow. But as he felt the panting, sweating Cristiano penetrating him deeper and deeper, the pain grew less intense, became bearable—transforming itself into a different sensation altogether, one of fierce pleasure.

  “I can take you now,” Sebastien exulted. “Don’t hold back, give it to me! Fuck me, fuck me! I want it, I want to feel your big dick reaming out my hot ass, fucking the shit out of me. Shove it in me, man! Yeah! That’s how to do it! Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass!”

  Sebastien cried out in ecstasy as Cristiano took him at his word. His fucker lay down on his back, his hot prick plunged fully into Sebastien’s butt now, and humping him hard and fast.

  “Sebastien, uh, I’m working it in and out of your asshole really hard—does it hurt you? Does it?” Cristiano panted.

  “No,” Sebastien moaned, clutching the pillow. There was actually little or no pain now that Cristiano was all the way in and moving his meat back and forth in a steady pumping rhythm. Sebastien even raised his ass higher and ground his hips in lewd gyrating motions, fucking Cristiano back and seeking more and more of the other guy’s prick.

  “I’m fucking you deep and slow now, Sebastien…oh, I can’t believe this. It feels so…so fucking horny, so hot!”

  “Deeper, man, deeper!” Sebastien growled. “Ream me out!”

  “Hell yes, oh yes! Uh, uh! I’m fucking your hot, butch ass—!”

  Sebastien felt the thick, hot rod slide faster in his anal depths. He got up on his hands and knees, driving his ass upward to the very root of Cristiano’s cockshaft.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me like a dog!”

  He could feel Cristiano holding on to his body and ramming his tool in and out, faster and faster. Now Sebastien felt filled with Cristiano’s flesh, split in half by it…but, far from being painful, it was a pleasure beyond any he had ever known. As the savagely driving prick tore in and out of him, Sebastien felt the familiar raw ache in his loins, his guts, and his thighs—and he knew he was going to come again while his cousin screwed him so wildly.

  “Ah…ah…ohhhh yeah, oh shit!” Sebastien howled desperately, grabbing his own erupting prick with one hand a
nd holding the burning flesh tightly as it frantically spewed out globs of fuck cream, which splashed wetly on the bed and on his arms. Groaning, Sebastien slowly sank to the bed, belly down, his hips humping and twisting around the still-pounding cock on which Cristiano had him impaled. “Fuck me, Cristiano, fuck me, you fucker, fuck me!” he repeated in a frenzy of orgasmic excitement, his words punctuated by the slap of sweaty flesh against flesh as their bodies collided.

  Above Sebastien’s sweating, tensed back came groans and grunts as Cristiano began to ejaculate. Sebastien felt the other man’s prick fill him more and more as it was stabbed into him in a merciless frenzy of ejaculation. “Yes! Deep into me! Oh, I can feel you coming in me, inside that rubber, I can feel your jism gushing out into the tip! Fuck, my asshole feels burning hot! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop!’

  Presently, though, Cristiano lay breathing hard on Sebastien’s back, his dick still plugging the other man’s asshole, still spurting, sluggishly, little drops of cum to add to the load filling the tip of the condom. Their sweaty bodies mingled their odors. They breathed in unison. They listened to one another’s desperate intakes of breath as they fought to replenish their lungs.

  Then Cristiano pulled himself out, got off the bed, and padded nude to the kitchen. There, he got rid of the condom, depositing it in the trash can. He returned to the bedroom to find Sebastien lying in the exact same position as before.

  “Lie still,” Cristiano said. He had a washcloth in his hand. It was wet, but it felt delightfully warm when he applied it to Sebastien’s genitals and butt, giving him a gentle scrubbing. “Rafael always keeps a kettle of hot water on the top of the kitchen stove, overnight,” Cristiano explained.

  “Thank you, Cristiano. That feels heavenly.”

  “Are you all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Cristiano asked solicitously.

  “No. You didn’t really fuck me to death. It just felt like you did!” Sebastien reached up and pulled Cristiano to him. “It felt great, you big lug. When you shot off inside me like that, I got so turned on, I almost came a third time. You can fuck me anytime, you can ram that horse prick of yours up me whenever you want.” Sebastien grinned. “I love it when you fuck me.”

  “And you were my first, Sebastien, remember? The very first man to take me that way. I liked it. I want you to do it to me again and again. You’re a wonderful lover.”

  “Get back in bed, Cristiano. I’m tired, and you must be tired, too. I want to sleep with you. I want us to do it again, maybe in the morning, when we wake up—you know, take turns fucking each other. I want you, your ass and your cock.”

  “Oh? Is that what you want? Well, you can have me, primo.”

  They kissed, passionately, tongues plunging in and out of each other’s open mouths. Then, still kissing, but rather more slowly, and languidly, they settled down beneath the bedclothes, their heads next to each other on the pillows, and surrendered to sleep.

  A storm broke suddenly in the hot, dense air high above the remote house, while Sebastien and Cristiano lay there asleep. Sebastien became aware of the sounds of the storm while he was still lying there in a state of semi-consciousness. He felt the airlessness of the room, the humid heat building in intensity. With his eyes still closed, he heard the thunder in the distance, the wind beating against the windows, and the rain hammering on the roof. He sat up in bed, seeing nothing in the darkness except for the shape of Cristiano’s nude body, nestled against him and relaxed in sleep.

  The fire in the stove had burned down to smoldering embers. The temperature outside seemed to have risen considerably. Sebastien remembered that the remote house’s lack of electricity meant that it had no fans. Regulating the interior temperature must be a bit of a challenge, especially in the kind of changeable weather they were experiencing tonight.

  Sebastien groped for the oil lamp on the little table beside the bed, touched it, but then his searching fingers could locate no matches.

  “Fuck,” he said, under his breath.

  He wiped the sweat from his face and chest with a corner of the damp, thrown-aside sheet, then slipped out of the bed. Carrying the lamp, he made his way through the darkness to the kitchen.

  He caught a glimpse of another naked body as lightning flared outside the kitchen windows.

  “Who’s there?” he asked.

  “It is I, mestre. Uver.”

  “What are you doing up?”

  “The thunder woke me. I’m looking for a light.”

  “So am I.”

  “There must be matches here, near the stove. Ah! Here is a box.”

  Uver struck a match, and Sebastien moved closer to him, so that Uver could help him light the lamp.

  “That’s better,” Sebastien said, as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated the immediate vicinity, leaving the rest of the kitchen lost in deep shadows. He set the lamp down on the kitchen table.

  Uver smiled at him. “Cristiano?” he asked.

  “Fast asleep. Estevao?”

  “The same.”

  “Let’s have a beer.”

  “An excellent suggestion, Sebastien.”

  “I like it when you call me just plain Sebastien, and not senhor or mestre,” Sebastien remarked, as they raided the cabinet where the beer was kept. “I like being here with you, Uver—and with Cristiano and Estevao, and Rafael, of course. It’s a nice change, to be this far away from the main compound and all of the other people. It seems more intimate, somehow.”

  “Yes, it does. Á nossa saúde!”

  “Á nossa saúde!” Sebastien returned the toast as they touched their bottles together.

  The unrefrigerated brew was warm, but still tasted good.

  There was no let-up in the noise or the force of the storm. The airlessness inside the small house had become heavier—more oppressive. Sebastien’s body ran with sweat in the dim amber flicker of the lamplight.

  “It’s getting so hot in here I can hardly breathe,” he complained.

  “We could go outside,” Uver suggested. “And get a breath of fresh air.”

  “Yes, why not?”

  Sebastien went to the kitchen door, opened it, and stepped out onto the house’s tiny back porch. Instantly, he was exposed to the pressure of the wind and the pummeling of the rain—which felt surprisingly, refreshingly cold on his naked body. He left the porch and took a few steps out into the darkness until he was standing barefoot on the sandy soil, his nakedness fully exposed to the storm. In the distance, the trees and shrubs were churned by the wind, and the sky overhead was a black void criss-crossed at intervals by vivid streaks of lightning.

  Sebastien was, inexplicably, getting a hard-on as the rain water poured down over his body, his cock stiff against the steady pounding of the rain. In a flash of lightning, he became aware of Uver’s nude body standing motionless beside him, one hand on his hip, his legs spread apart. Simultaneously, the two men raised their beers to their lips, and drank. Sebastien paused, aware that his penis was still erect. Nor did it shrivel in the slightest when Uver reached out for it with his free hand. At the first touch of Uver’s hand on his dick, Sebastien turned and smiled at the other man.

  “You don’t seem to mind getting wet,” Uver said. “You don’t seem afraid of the storm…you are like me, afraid of nothing.”

  “I don’t know about that, Uver. This is kind of exciting. But I wouldn’t care to be struck by lightning.”

  “There is little danger of that, Sebastien. I am here to protect you.”

  “You can protect me against the lightning?” Sebastien asked, sounding skeptical.

  “Well…I can make sure that it would have to pass through my body, first.” Uver stepped closer to Sebastien, and their bodies collided wetly. Uver put his arms around Sebastien’s neck, pulled him close to him, chest to chest, and kissed him on the mouth. Sebastien returned the pressure of the other man’s lips.

  The thunder and lightning continued, but the violence of the rain a
nd wind seemed to subside as the two naked men embraced and kissed, shuffling their feet in the sand.

  “Maybe we’d better not press our luck,” Sebastien suggested at last. “We ought to go back inside.”

  “Yes—”

  Inside the house, they found fresh towels and dried themselves, then finished their beers.

  “Come on,” Sebastien invited Uver. He retrieved the lamp and held it in front of him to guide their way as he led Uver down the hallway.

  They paused when they heard familiar sounds coming from the bedroom Sebastien and Cristiano had shared. Sebastien eased open the door. The lamplight fell onto the bed, where Cristiano was now lying on his back with his legs spread wide. He was no longer asleep. He was sitting up slightly, and Estevao was on his hands and knees on the mattress, his head bobbing rapidly up and down above Cristiano’s groin as he noisily sucked Cristiano’s cock. As the light struck them, both Estevao and Cristiano glanced toward the doorway. Neither man looked particularly startled, let alone guilty. Cristiano smiled at Sebastien and Uver. And Estevao went right on sucking.

  “An exciting sight,” Uver commented, with a laugh. “I am envious…of you, Estevao.”

  Estevao pulled his mouth away from Cristiano’s saliva-glistening erection. Now, belatedly, he looked a little sheepish.

  “The thunder woke me up,” he claimed. “And when I saw that I was alone in the bed, I missed you, Uver. I went looking for you…and I found Cristiano in here, also alone.”

  “And you woke him up from his sound sleep? Shame on you,” Sebastien said.

  “I was frightened by the thunder and the lightning,” Estevao said. “Cristiano didn’t seem to mind when I got into the bed with him.”

  “I can see that he didn’t,” Sebastien retorted.

  “And how fortunate for you both that you don’t seem to be at all frightened by Cristiano’s big hard cock, Estevao,” Uver taunted his fellow cowboy. “From here, it looks every bit as potentially dangerous as the storm!”

  “Oh, shut up,” Cristiano said, without heat. “Now that we’re all awake, you two might as well come in here and join us.”