The trip of a straight guy to Brazil

Pretty soon though he grabbed be by the back of my neck and made me face him again. He seemed to dominate and penetrate me with his eyes. With his other arm he grabbed my forearm again and led my hand to his cock. I gasped. It was already half hard and bulging in his surfing trunks. I was amazed by how thick it was. It seemed also to be very hot to the touch, even through the fabric. He released my arm but I kept massaging his growing cock. “You like that?” “Yeah…” I answered breathlessly. “Good,” he said. He released the back of my neck and just made a slight motion with his face but the intention was clear. Without another word I dropped to my knees in front of this other guy I’d just met. My head was spinning but I couldn’t stop.

Carlos put one hand on my head and slowly started unstringing his shorts with the other. He kicked off his flip-flops. I was still massaging his growing bulge. But in a few seconds he was done pulling the strings and his shorts fell to his feet. His huge cock snapped upwards and hit me on the face and then rested on my forehead. I was left breathless at the sight before me. He looked like a god. His cock must have been at least eight or nine inches and thick, with huge full balls, and his smell was intoxicating. His hips and thigs were muscular and defined, he had a defined V running around his lower abdomen…it was a picture of virility and power. Carlos kicked his shorts away and with his now free hand he grabbed the base of his cock. He knocked it a couple of times on my forehead and then rubbed it on my face and lips. I was breathing pretty hard…I couldn’t believe what was going on, but I couldn’t stop it. Soon he started knocking his cock back and forth on my cheeks slapping them pretty hard…whack…whack..whackk…while he looked into my eyes.