The trip of a straight guy to Brazil

“Good girl,” he said and patted my head. My cock stirred in my shorts. I reached down to rub myself but he kicked my hand away. “Open up,” he said. I did. He bent over. I thought he was going to kiss me but he stopped a few inches above and spat several times into my mouth! I couldn’t believe it. He then raised up again over me and I watched his amazing abs extend and his massive pecs, the ridges of his collar bone, and his handsome face and eyes still penetrating mine. “Swallow like a good girl,” he said smirking. I made a face and closed my mouth…was I going to do it? Soon I saw his free hand clench into a fist. In a mixture of fright and lust I swallowed immediately and looked up into his eyes. “Cool,” he said, approvingly, and his hand unclenched. Somehow this experience made me even more in awe of him, and hotter. I felt both relieved and proud. Then it happened. He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at my lips. “Suck my dick.” I was in a daze as the head of his thick cock moved past my lips and into my rapidly expanding mouth. I let my tongue dance on the head of his magnificent cock and was rewarded with a moan of appreciation. He took his cock back out of my mouth and whacked my cheeks around with it some more. I looked past his muscular, lean, tan body into his handsome face. He had a look of calm determination and lust. Looking straight into my eyes he stuck his cock back into my mouth.