They went back inside the house. In the game room, the party was breaking up. Sebastien and Cristiano escorted senhora Erendira and Bienvenida to their rooms, and Cristiano kissed his mother good night.
“Wait,” senhora Erendira said. She kissed Sebastien good night, as well.
Neither Sebastien nor Cristiano was a hypocrite. Both men, however, believed that certain discretions should be observed. Cristiano said good night to Sebastien and left the house with Joaquin. They walked together toward Joaquin’s house—and then, since Joaquin had become the two cousins’ confident, Joaquin said good night to Cristiano, and went on to the house, alone. Cristiano doubled back, walked around the main house, and entered the master bedroom through its open windows.
Sebastien was waiting there for him and greeted him with a kiss.
“Your mother and I had a nice long conversation. A nice long intimate conversation,” Sebastien specified as they began to undress.
Cristiano groaned. “How embarrassing—the thought of you and my mother, discussing our sex life behind my back.”
“We weren’t discussing our sex life. Well, not directly, anyway, and certainly not in any detail. Give me credit for having some class, Cristiano. We were talking about our relationship, yours and mine—and about the future.”
“So…is everything all right?” Cristiano asked, not without a hint of anxiety in his voice and in the way he was looking at his lover.
“Everything is fine. Your mother is an extraordinary woman. I may have to ask her to adopt me. You wouldn’t mind having another brother, would you?”
“I already have brothers. I need you to be my primo.”
“Only your primo?”
“Very well, I admit it. I need you to be my namorado. My lover. The man I am in love with.”
Sebastien smiled. They were now both nude and sporting spontaneous erections.
“One of the men you are in love with,” Sebastien said, correcting his cousin. “We seem to have already entered into a mutually agreeable arrangement with both Estevao and Uver.”
“Yes, ever since our stay at the remote house, I’ve felt very close to both of them,” Cristiano agreed. “It’s odd…but my feelings for them have somehow made me even more appreciative of my feelings for you. I am more grateful. And certainly I am less jealous.”
“Because we trust one another,” Sebastien suggested. “Not just you and I—all four of us.”
“Yes, that is part of it.”
“Your mother asked me if I would feel comfortable sharing you with a woman—should that possibility ever arise. I said I might be. After all, Cristiano, I have had to alter my way of thinking about quite a few things, ever since I came to Brazil.” He smiled. “I didn’t tell your mother that I have been ‘practising,’ so to speak, by sharing you already, with two other men. That little revelation might have tested even her tolerance.”
Cristiano scowled at him in that sexy way he had, whenever he was angry, or pretending to be angry.
“Sebastien Leon, you are a very bad man. A man without shame.”
“But I am your very bad man, Cristiano. So we might as well be bad, and shameless, together. Come to bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Cousins and Lovers
Sebastien was sorry to see senhora Erendira and Bienvenida go. But, of course, both women had a standing invitation to come and stay at the fazenda again—just as senhora Erendira had already told Cristiano that he must bring Sebastien along with him, as a matter of course, the next time he went to see his mother in Guarás.
Sebastien and Cristiano stood side by side in the driveway in front of the house, waving good-bye as the car drove away, with the trusty Uver at the wheel.
“Well, that was a nice visit,” Cristiano said.
“But too short.”
“Nevertheless, I know my mother enjoyed it, and I am grateful to you, Sebastien.”
“No, I’m the one who’s grateful,” Sebastien insisted.
“What is this, primo? What you call, in English, ‘a mutual admiration society?’”
“Yes,” Sebastien retorted. “And why not? Looking at the two of us, standing here, I see a great deal worth admiring. We make a handsome pair.”
“And a modest one, at least on your part.”
“I can’t help it if I am irresistible,” Sebastien boasted, shamelessly. “But come on, we have work to do. You promised to start teaching me basic blacksmithing today. You said you’d show me how to re-shoe a horse.”
“Yes, I will make you into a first-rate farrier, before I am done with you,” Cristiano promised. “Let’s go to the stables. I will make you sweat.”
It turned out to be a busy but productive day. Sebastien caught himself yawning as he sat at his computer in the study after dinner. Estevao brought him his coffee, not a moment too soon.
“Thank you, Estevao. I think I’ll make an early evening of it, tonight, and go to bed soon. I won’t need you anymore, tonight. Find something—or someone—to amuse yourself with.”
“Very good, senhor. In fact, Uver happened to mention to me today that he would like to get together with me, one-on-one, some night when I am free.”
“Well, tonight could be the night, as they say. You and Uver seem to be getting pretty tight with each other.”
“We enjoy each other’s company. I hope, senhor Sebastien, that you do not feel jealous?”
“Jealous? Me? Hardly, Estevao. Uver is delightful to be with. But I would never presume to claim I have exclusive rights to him. Or to you. We seem to have quite a successful little ménage going on here, lately. We’re all adults. Everyone seems to be getting along splendidly with everyone else. Jealousy would be entirely out of place. So you run along and have yourself a good time with Uver. You have not only my consent, but my approval and my blessing.”
“Thank you, mestre. And…it is not as though you have any reason to feel neglected,” Estevao added, slyly. “Anyone can see that you are in love. Oh, you enjoy being with Uver and me, as we enjoy being with you. But only one man is the true master of your heart.”
Sebastien didn’t bother to deny it. “Run along, Estevao,” he repeated, with a laugh. “Before I smack that insolent little ass of yours. I’ll entrust that task to Uver, tonight.”
After the valet left, Sebastien drank his coffee and worked for a little while longer. He was shutting the computer down when his cell phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was Cristiano, as he had hoped.
“Good evening, primo,” Cristiano said, mock-formally. “I am not disturbing you, am I? Are you in bed?”
“Not yet. I was just headed that way.”
“Would you like some company? You worked hard today. You deserve some reward.”
“An excellent suggestion. Do you know any handsome, pleasant, charming vaqueiro here on Saõ Martinho, who might be a suitable bedmate for the mestre of the fazenda? If you can think of anybody like that, send him right over to the main house. I will put his talents to good use.”
“Sebastien Leon, you are without shame,” Cristiano growled. “I know several such men—none of whom is going to be wandering into your bedroom tonight, if I have any say in the matter. They can have you, some other time. Tonight, you are mine.”
“Really, Cristiano, anyone who did not know you might almost think you were jealous, or the possessive type.”
“I am not jealous. Once, yes, I may have been. But now our arrangement with Estevao and Uver has taught me otherwise. Possessive? Perhaps. I intend to possess you, that much is for sure. I am horny. I want you. I am willing to share you with the others, you know that. But not tonight, please. Tonight, I want to have you all to myself.”
“I want you, too, primo,” Sebastien said softly. “Come to me. Come quickly.”
“I am already out the door, and crossing the lawn. You had better be ready for me, when I get there. I am on fire tonight. I am ready to burst.”
So am I, Cristiano! So am I! Sebas
tien wasn’t given the opportunity to say the words out loud, because Cristiano had already hung up.
Sebastien left the study. In the bedroom, he tossed his own phone onto a table, then stepped through the open windows and out onto the terrace. He stood there, looking out at the calm night landscape and star-studded sky, and breathed in the familiar scent of jasmine from the pots lining the terrace. Sebastien stretched a little, luxuriating in the sense of pre-orgasmic tension that had taken sudden possession of his limbs. He saw Cristiano hurrying across the lawn toward him, his broad smile and the light in his eyes betraying his own eagerness.
“What took you so long?” Sebastien asked, facetiously.
“Shut up,” his cousin retorted. “Shut up and kiss me, primo.”
They kissed, there on the terrace. Sebastien could feel himself blushing with pleasure as Cristiano seized him, clamped his big hands onto each of his upper arms, and planted wet, open-mouthed kiss after kiss on Sebastien’s lips. A shudder of helpless, irresistible desire rippled through Sebastien’s body. He groaned and squirmed his crotch tightly against Cristiano’s.
“Come inside,” Sebastien whispered. “Come inside, and let’s get naked. I can’t wait any longer to make love to you. I have to have you, right now—and I have to give myself to you, too.”
As he spoke, he drew Cristiano into the bedroom with him. Sebastien left the windows standing wide open, so that the curtains flapped gently as the warm night breeze swept through them and into the darkened room. The ceiling fans, rotating in virtual silence, stirred the air about.
The two men began to shed their clothes. Sebastien stepped back a little so that he could look at Cristiano in the shadowy intimacy of the vast bedroom. Cristiano wriggled out of his shirt and flung it aside, his broad bare chest rising and falling as he breathed harder. His eyes met Sebastien’s, and they gleamed with erotic mischief. When Sebastien returned his gaze—and his inviting smile—Cristiano stuck his tongue out and ran it shamelessly over his lips, wetting them until they glistened in the dim light.
Sebastien shivered with raw lust and impatience as he stared at his cousin’s sensual mouth, already imagining how good it would feel wrapped around his turgid meat. Stripped to the waist, Cristiano put his hands down to open his pants. He worked them down his legs inch by inch, then discarded them completely, followed by his undershorts—and then he turned slightly to present his cousin with an enticing view of his shapely and extremely fuckable-looking behind. The twin mounds of his ass were so firmly muscled that the glutes didn’t jiggle at all when Cristiano straightened up again, after stepping out of his trousers and underwear.
Cristiano turned toward Sebastien again. His massive erection looked obscenely hard, very swollen—a thick cylinder of dark flesh capped by a dark-red head, slashed by a piss slit which was gaping open and moist with a drop of pre-cum at the moment.
“Do you like my body, Sebastien?” Cristiano asked. “Do you like my cock?”
Sebastien stared at the droplet of clear jism oozing out of the slit of that massive penis.
“I love your body, and I love your cock,” Sebastien confessed. “You know I do. I’ve also come to the conclusion that men who have beards are definitely the sexiest, to kiss.”
“I’m so excited. Look how hard my cock is. It needs to be sucked.”
“Does it? Well, it’s come to the right guy. Stop teasing me, Cristiano. Come here!”
Cristiano obeyed, stepping forward and silently offering Sebastien his cock. Sebastien put one hand down between his cousin’s parted thighs and gripped his balls, then rubbed his fingers up and down the full length of the rigid shaft. Cristiano moved in closer and embraced him, brushing his strong pectoral muscles and stiff nipples against Sebastien’s own hairy chest. The two men’s lips came together again and opened. Tonguing deeply, their mouths in continual motion, they caressed each other’s restless bodies with suddenly sweat-dampened hands.
“Ah, once again you torment me, primo,” Cristiano complained. “You drive me mad with desire…didn’t you promise me a blow job?”
“Yes. And I make good on my promises. As well you know.”
Sebastien led Cristiano to the waiting bed. Cristiano, to his delight, was obviously in no mood this evening to be a mere passive recipient of Sebastien’s lovemaking. Rather, the Brazilian took the initiative, twisting his body around on the bed and—even in the act of presenting his crotch to Sebastien’s eager mouth—seeking Sebastien’s own aching hard-on with his own lips. Sebastien felt Cristiano’s warm breath on his thighs, and then his agile tongue lapping at his cockhead.
Sebastien fit his own mouth around Cristiano’s hard column and worked on it hungrily, applying a strong, steady suction from deep in his throat. Cristiano squirmed against him and groaned, then gagged on Sebastien’s bulk when he tried to take too much of it too quickly.
Cristiano’s hips rocked and gyrated, jerking his dick in and out of Sebastien’s mouth. He began to leak a steady succession of tiny dribbles of jism, which Sebastien lapped up with loud slurping and swallowing sounds.
Sebastien grunted with renewed excitement as he realized that Cristiano was doing his best to imitate what was being done to him. Cristiano’s wet lips squeezed tightly around the base of Sebastien’s fuck tool. His tongue lashed around the shaft. Sebastien couldn’t hold still under the relentless oral onslaught. He wriggled his hips and jabbed his penis blindly at the back of Cristiano’s throat.
Slowly, still sucking and being sucked, Sebastien slid his fingers up into the warm, soft crease of Cristiano’s ass. Cristiano trembled and moaned, but didn’t move his butt away. Then, after testing the tightness of the other man’s asshole pucker with a boldly exploring fingertip, Sebastien pushed the entire finger inside as far as it would go.
Cristiano quivered from head to foot beside him, and jerked his lower body even more forcefully, as the two men continued to sixty-nine.
“Oh Christ!” Sebastien shouted, as the tightly clenched ring of his own sphincter muscle was suddenly forced open, and his cousin’s finger jammed into him. He could already feel himself swaying wildly on the edge of ejaculation.
Sweating and groaning, the two naked young men rammed their loins at each other’s mouths and worked their fingers in and out of each other’s assholes.
Then, suddenly, Cristiano broke away. He yanked his finger out of Sebastien’s asshole, and pulled his crotch away from Sebastien’s mouth. He got up on his hands and knees on the broad expanse of the bed. When Sebastien looked up, he could see Cristiano’s butch asshole gaping at him, the cheeks flexed in lewd provocation as Cristiano held them open with both hands.
“Fuck me, Sebastien! Get that big thing of yours up my ass before I explode! Damn it, primo, I need your cock in me tonight. I have to have it! I need to be fucked!”
Sebastien took his cousin at his word. Grabbing a camisinha and putting it on, followed by a generous application of lube, he pounced on Cristiano’s butt like one animal preparing to mate with another, and drove his cock all the way to its base up Cristiano’s butt in a single hard lunge.
“Ah! Mother of God, you’re hung!” Cristiano cried out, arching his broad back in response to the impalement. “I still haven’t had a chance to get used to it. But I don’t care if it does hurt me a little. Fuck me! Yes, go on, fuck me hard and deep! Ream the hell out of my ass. Oh, it hurts, yes, but it also feels so good, primo—so damn good!”
“And you’ve got one hell of a hot tight ass, primo,” Sebastien responded. “So don’t just lie there and take it. Fuck back! Move that stud ass of yours, work it! Work it around my cock!”
Cristiano worked it, all right. He used his rectum like a flesh-and-blood masturbation device custom-made for Sebastien’s cockshaft. His asshole had to be one of the hottest and hungriest that Sebastien had ever plugged and plowed. And it seemed to get even hotter and hungrier the longer they screwed! Sebastien could hear the loud slapping sounds produced when Cristiano grabbed his own dick in
his fist and pumped himself wildly. He was taking Sebastien’s thrusts deep into his guts, clutching at his fucker’s prick, squeezing it—scorching it!
“Fuck me, oh fuck me, Sebastien, meu amor,” Cristiano pleaded. “Oh, how I want you in me like this! Don’t stop. I want you to go on fucking me all night long!”
That was exactly what Sebastien intended to do. At this rate, it was probably going to be a very sleepy and sexually sated pair of vaqueiros who’d be hauling their asses out of bed and reporting to work early the following morning. But Sebastien really didn’t mind. With Cristiano and his other lovers to keep him busy at night, the mestre of the fazenda might as well start getting used to the idea of putting in a full day’s work, followed by not much sleep at night—but a great deal of nocturnal recreation.
He was aware that, as he fucked him, Cristiano was jerking himself—and so ferociously that his manual efforts were likely to result in a premature ejaculation.
Sebastien pulled his cock of his cousin’s ass, eliciting a cry of protest.
“Put it back in there and go on fucking me,” Cristiano demanded.
“Um, you’d better cool down a bit, big guy,” Sebastien advised. “I don’t want you to pop your load just yet.”
He slithered under Cristiano’s torso and attacked his crotch with his mouth, giving the other man’s dripping cock a few deft licks with his tongue before he turned his attention to Cristiano’s balls. Sebastien teased them with his tongue as well, before opening his mouth wide and coaxing both of the fat testicles inside.
Cristiano moaned as Sebastien worked on his sac—and then his hand strayed to his neglected cock again, and began to rub it in a rough massaging motion.
Sebastien let Cristiano’s balls slip out of his mouth. “Don’t you dare cum,” he warned. “Don’t you dare jerk yourself hard enough to make you shoot. That’s my job. That big cock of yours belongs to me!”
“Oh, it does, does it?”
“I am the mestre of the fazenda,” Sebastien said, trying to sound haughty, although he was having trouble preventing himself from giggling. “You are my servant and you will obey me!”
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