Christian - Out or In?

**All Characters Are 18+**

In 2010, being in the closet was not uncommon for a gay teen. I’ve known I am gay since the day my balls dropped. Growing up in a Southern Baptist family, there was no way in hell I was ever coming out.

My dad is an orthopedic surgeon, and my mom is the head of production for a local Christian radio station. Of the two, my dad has always been the more level-headed, while my mom has always been a pearl-clutching nightmare. I wouldn’t call my dad “easy going” either; he’s just the more reasonable of my parents.

My parents were under the impression I was the perfect son, never getting into trouble, never breaking the rules, and focused on my studies. Most importantly, my mom is under the impression I’m “a good Christian boy” and “waiting until marriage,” which…is hilarious. The truth is, classwork comes easily to me, which is great because I get to spend a lot of time in the gym checking out the other guys. I’m a big pervert, and my virginity hasn’t been intact since I was a freshman. I’m careful, though. I never fool around with anyone at my school and always use protection. If I were dumb enough to catch an STI and had to go to a clinic, the medical community would alert my dad before I even made it back to my car. Not to mention the gossip in the Christian community we live in, my mom would probably know before my dad found out.

My family goes on a two-week summer vacation every year, usually to a beach somewhere if my dad gets to pick the place, if my mom gets her way, it’s to a historical place with religious significance. This year, it’s my last summer vacation from high school; next year, I’m expected to do internships for college credit, so my dad insists I get to pick the destination. When my mom protested this suggestion, my dad insisted that my recent 18th birthday made me an adult and I get to make adult decisions. I picked Rio, it has amazing beaches for my dad, that giant statue of Christ the Redeemer for my mom, and for me… Brazilian guys in Speedos. My little sister is a lot like my dad; she loves hanging out on the beach all day, so she’ll love it too.

My mom doesn’t think it’s appropriate for boys my age to sleep in the same room as girls my sister's age, so she booked a suite for my parents and sister and then an adjoining room for me. However, she insisted I keep the door unlocked between their suite and my room. She also doesn’t allow door locks on our bedrooms at home. I can’t express how much I’m looking forward to being away for college in the fall.

For the first couple of days, I made it a point to spend quality time with the family, including going to see the massive Jesus statue for Mom. I took part in family photos as often as Mom wanted; I gave no complaints.

I was paying attention as we traveled places as a group. I noticed specific beaches had more hot guys than others. I saw areas and shops that might be cruising areas, or at least places I could buy condoms and lube. There was no way I was spending two weeks in Rio with my family and not sampling the local dick.

On day 7, my mom was taking a nap, and my sister wanted to hang out on the beach, so I told my dad I would take a walk, and “maybe do some shopping.” He shrugged and handed me some money, telling me to be back in time to shower and have dinner with the family.

First thing I did was find a clothing store that sold those sexy swim briefs I saw the beefy guys on the beach wearing, the kind my mother snubbed her nose at because she was certain those guys were just being promiscuous. I made sure to get a bright red one so I would get noticed even by the straights. It also looked great against my pale white skin compared to the golden brown of the Brazilian guys on the beaches. I didn’t get the skimpiest one available, just in case I didn’t hide it well enough and my mom found it in my laundry. I figured I could tell her the waves were pulling down my swim trunks, so I bought this “to protect my modesty,” she’d buy that. If I purchased the skimpier one, well, that would be harder to explain.

Off the beaten path towards the ocean, I found a spot where I could drop my shorts and briefs, pull on my new swimwear, and then walk the beach back towards the hotel. Even though I’m technically and legally an adult, I feel like I only look like I am about fifteen. I had a growth spurt and hit 6 feet like my dad, but I haven’t filled out like him. I’m still very narrow from the shoulders to my waist. Playing basketball all the time with the guys has kept my abs visible even though I mostly eat junk food. I’m not everyone's type, but man, oh man, some guys really get off on just looking at my body.

I didn’t get the attention I wanted while walking on the beach. Even going off into the dunes, I didn’t see what I hoped to see. As I was getting closer to the resort, I decided to put my shorts back on, just in case I saw my dad and sister walking on the beach. I slipped them on over the flashy red swim brief and tucked my white Abercrombie briefs into the pocket. Then, I slung my tank top over my shoulder. 

As I started walking, I noticed a sexy guy around my age, probably a year or two older, who was working for a resort next to the one we were staying at. He probably had seen me get dressed. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then, he proceeded to brush sand off the resort lounge chairs.

Once I was about ten yards past him, I glanced back to see if he was watching me. Sure enough, he was setting up an umbrella and noticed me checking him out. He was working, so I didn’t want to bother him, so I kept walking, making a mental note to get a closer look the next time I had alone time.

As I approached our resort, I found my dad and sister. He was having some lemonade and reading a book, and she was building a sand castle. He held his hand up to block the sun as he looked up at me.

“Did you find anything?” He squinted.

“Not really. I had a nice walk, though.” I noticed his eyes traveling down my body to my waist, where the red waistband of the swim brief was slightly visible. I quickly pulled my tank top on to cover it. I’m not a shy person, but my dad knows my mom only buys me white briefs like she’s always bought since I got out of diapers, even when I begged her to buy me some boxers when all the other boys switched in middle school. Instead, she bought me the higher-end brand's white briefs, telling me these were for “respectable boys, boxers are for men of a certain lifestyle.” I didn’t need Dad asking questions about a red waistband, I’m sure he remembers the argument between me and Mom about tighty whities. He stayed out of that argument, knowing some lady at our church told Mom that “baggy pants with your boxers hanging out was a style that came out of prison,” and ever since then, my mom has been adamant that I always wear a belt and wear clean white underwear. 

I lost the boxers' argument, to say the least. My friends often teased me about it, but most of them would switch on and off from boxers to briefs for sports anyway. It did encourage me to join as many sport teams as possible so I could hang with the jocks instead of being bullied by them.

“I’m going to go shower,” I told my dad. “Then we should all go clubbing,” I joked.

He laughed, “Can you imagine? " He shook his head. “Come to our room when you’re done; we can all go down together.”

I showered quickly, putting on some shorts and a button-down linen shirt with an extra button undone to show off the slight divot my pecs make in my chest.

We had dinner, and my mom insisted we all call it an early night since she had an excursion planned for us in the morning.

Around 11:00 pm, I was lying in bed in my tighty whities, tossing and turning. I got up and went out onto the balcony, watching the people down at the bar in the pool. Of course, we were not allowed in that pool because they were “nothing but trouble.” I hadn’t really thought about how visible I was on the fourth-floor balcony, but when I noticed one of the guys in the dark corner of the pool was staring at me, I realized the balcony wall was glass and my white briefs were practically glowing in the moonlight. 

I gave him a small wave. He immediately waved back. Then he sipped his drink and used his muscular arms to lift himself out of the pool and sat on the edge, almost peacocking. He gestured for me to join him. I shook my head no, which only got another wave from him for me to come down. From here, he looked pretty hot. Well built, dark tanned skin, yellow swim brief holding in a sizeable package, very toned chest. His hair was wet and slicked back, but was probably down to his jaw when dry.

Horny as hell, the little devil on my shoulder was telling me there was no harm in going down to meet that guy, while the angel wasn’t even on his perch, nowhere to be found. When the mystery guy waved me down again, I nodded and gave him the “1 minute” gesture with my fingers.

With my heart pounding, I slipped out of my briefs and pulled on the red swim briefs and wrapped a towel from the bathroom around my waist. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my door key, sneaking out as quietly as possible.

Down by the pool, I glanced up to see if my parents' room was still dark. It was. Then I took a deep breath, undoing the towel and tossing it around my shoulders as I walked closer to the dark side of the pool before catching the eye of my mystery guy and getting a huge smile from him.

“Well, well, well,” he set his drink on the edge of the pool as a waiter walked over and handed him two umbrella drinks with a white frozen beverage inside the curvy glass.

I tossed one last glance up at my parents' hotel room, the lights were still off, and I tossed my towel onto a nearby lounge chair. I felt sexy, but a little self-conscious in my skimpy swimwear, so I quickly sat on the edge of the pool and then lowered myself the rest of the way in, trying to flex as I did. It was only 5’ deep at this end, so it came right up to my shoulders.

“Hey, I’m Christian,” I smiled at him, trying to casually lean against the pool's edge.

“Hey Christian, I’m Davi.” He stood up straight, the water barely touching the nipples on his well-defined pecs, and handed me one of the two glasses, “and this is for you.”

“Oh, I’m…not old enough to drink,” I told him, feeling like a child, the blood rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment.

He scrunched up his face, pulling the drink back, “How old are you?”

“I’m 18,” I said rather quickly.

He chuckled, handed me the beverage, and said, “18 is legal here.”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” I said, taking the drink but not knowing what to do next. I’ve never actually had alcohol before.

“Saúde,” he said, his accent getting thicker, clinking his glass against mine.

“Umm, saludy,” I butchered the word and sipped. It tasted like a coconut smoothie. “Ooh, that’s good,” I grinned.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” he smiled, taking another sip.

We had some small talk about my trip, the accommodations, and how the weather has been since we arrived, but then, somewhere around the bottom of the glass, it started drifting towards a sexual nature, and I didn’t even notice the pivot. Davi signaled to the waiter to bring us two more drinks with his fingers and then asked, “You were out on the balcony before, no?”

“Yeah,” I blushed again.

“Bold in your undies like that,” he chuckled. “I guess you wanted to be noticed?” He got a little closer to me in the pool.

“I wasn’t trying to be, I just couldn’t sleep,” I shrugged.

He nodded in understanding, his eyes darting from my lips to my eyes. “Did you try jerking off?” He asked in an almost whisper, putting his hand on my hip under the water so he could lean into my ear to be heard.

I felt my blood rush, “I was about to when you waved me down here.”

I felt his finger trace the waistband of my swimbrief until he found the space to slip it inside right between my ass cheeks and I did a sharp inhale. Looking around to make sure people weren’t watching. That’s when I caught the waiter coming back over, and I stiffened.

He said something in Portuguese to Davi, and Davi took both drinks and said something back in Portuguese, then handed me the glass. The waiter walked away, and Davi again said, “saúde,” and we clinked glasses, taking a sip as his right hand made its way onto my left hip. His thumb gently stroked the exposed skin just above the swim brief, making me nervous and turned on simultaneously. I sipped my drink, feeling the warm rush from his touch, trying not to get aroused because I wouldn’t be able to hide it under the thin fabric. He leaned in, “No one is stopping you from jerking off now.”

I pushed against him with my free hand, but he was like solid stone, and I ended up floating myself against the edge of the pool instead. “Well, there’s people here,” I raised an eyebrow while grinning like a dufus.

He repositioned himself right in front of me, blocking my view of all the other people at the bar end of the pool. He leaned in and kissed me. I could taste the alcohol and coconut on his breath. I felt a rush of excitement and blood heading towards my penis. The way his free hand rubbed around to my ass, squeezing each cheek individually as his tongue explored my mouth. My attempt to keep my dick soft was instantly gone. My swim brief was straining to contain all six of my circumcised inches. He broke the kiss and took a big gulp of his drink. I did the same, unsure of what would happen next, I was incredibly turned on and feeling tipsy on top of that. I was ready to risk it all to have this guy.

He leaned in even more, his bulge pressing against mine as he dipped lower in the water to line his lips with mine. He wasn’t nearly as hard as I am, but felt as big and definitely thicker than mine. The heat radiating off his body was intense. I sucked on his tongue, meeting the intensity of his kiss as we continued to makeout for another minute until he broke the kiss. He whispered in my ear, “Let’s go back to your room.”

My heart sank. I bit my lower lip, trying to think clearly, “Umm…I can’t, we can’t.”

He ran his hand down my back, slipping his fingers into the back of my swim brief and let his middle finger rub my hole between my ass cheeks. “Why not?” He took a sip of his drink, his other hand still touching my hole.

“Mmm, ummm,” I took a big gulp of my drink, fighting my urge to wrap my legs around him and let him have his way with me right here in the pool. “My parents are in the next room, ungh,” I felt him press harder on my hole, the tip of his finger entering my pucker.

He finished his drink, setting it on the edge of the pool to free up his other hand which went right to my crotch, tracing the outline of my cock and getting a heavy sigh from me as I sipped my drink. “Well…we’ll just have to be very,” he kissed my shoulder, “very,” he kissed my clavicle, “quiet,” he kissed my neck and started sucking on it.

“Mmm, fuck,” I felt him press more of his finger into my hole as he squeezed my dick with his other hand. I almost forgot about all the other people in the pool, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold myself up from drowning. His finger reached deeper into my hole and pressed right on my prostate. “Mmm, ok, we’ll have to be really…like…silent, quiet,” I said, needing more than his finger inside me.

He stopped sucking on my neck, “Mmm…no problem.” He slowly pulled his finger out of my ass and his hand out of the back of my bathing suit. He placed his hands on the edge of the pool and slowly lifted himself out, not struggling at all as he did. I watched his yellow swim brief drip and move with his body, his package swinging heavy as he walked over to grab his towel and wrap it around his waist. Then he grabbed my towel and held it out for me. I took a deep breath, downed my drink, and got out of the pool. My dick still rock hard I quickly wrapped myself in my towel and picked up my room key from the lounge chair.

I took a quick look around at the faces in the pool. No one seemed to notice me or care, and I didn’t recognize any of the waitstaff from the daytime staff. “Let’s go,” I said, and started walking quickly back to the main building.

I realized I was officially tipsy when the elevator dinged, and it scared me as the doors opened on my floor. I giggled and shushed Davi as if it wasn’t me making all the noise. I grabbed his hand, pulled him towards my room, and unlocked it as quietly as possible.

As soon as we were inside and the door latched a little louder than I was comfortable with, Davi pulled my towel off and started groping my ass as he kissed me, lifting me off the ground so I wrapped my arms and legs around him and let him carry me to the bed with his tongue in my mouth. I was so turned on I almost forgot about my own rule of being quiet and moaned into his mouth until he shushed me and dropped me onto the bed. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it to a music station. He whispered, “If your parents hear anything, you can tell them you fell asleep with the TV on,” and winked at me.

I nodded in agreement, it made perfect sense, and I was horny enough not to think it, watching him hook his fingers in his swim brief and push them down his thick thighs until they were loose and fell to the ground. His uncircumcised dick sprang free, all seven thick inches swaying as he stepped closer to me. I sat up on the edge of the bed and he pulled my head into his dick, rubbing it on my cheek. Growing up in the bible belt, I’ve never even seen an uncut dick. I would’ve been more nervous if I hadn’t had those two massive piña coladas. Instead, I was horny as hell. He pulled my head into his dick with his right hand while his left hand pulled back his foreskin, his pink head so shiny with precum I could see myself in it. I didn’t hesitate, I opened my mouth and let him push in, using my tongue to lick the sweet precum off his tip as my lips stretched around his girth and then choked as the tip hit the back of my throat.

I’ve sucked quite a few dicks over the years, but Davi had the thickest by a wide margin. I gagged with every little thrust, but I was determined, and my hormones were in overdrive. I put my hands on his big ass cheeks and held on as I tried to force him into my throat but I just couldn’t get a dick that thick past my tonsils. He kept rocking his hips in and out of my mouth, but only to let me breathe, and when I took a deep breath, he’d try to push into my throat again, activating my gag reflex, and he’d pull back out. We kept doing this for a while until my tears were streaming down my cheeks and my face was coated in saliva.

He wiped my face and started stroking his dick for a second, looking at me like he was deciding what to do with me. It only took him a second to decide and he dropped to his knees between my legs, reached for my swimsuit and yanked it down, tossing it aside as he took my cock in his mouth, right into his throat with no struggling at all.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pulling off my cock for just a second and then putting it back in his mouth, working up a good rhythm that was quickly bringing me to the brink.

I propped myself up on my left elbow as my right hand raked my fingers through his thick, damp hair. His thumb dropped down to my hole, using the saliva leaking from his blowjob as a lubricant to tease my pucker. The sensation was nearly enough to push me over the edge, but right before I blew my load, he would pull off and stroke me for a few strokes, letting my balls relax, and then he’d put me back into his mouth. 

After the fourth time of bringing me to the edge and pulling off my dick he pushed my legs back and started rimming my hole. I’ve only had this done once before. The guys back home don’t really care for foreplay; they just want to get off as quickly as possible and leave. I’m guilty of it myself, but Davi was intent on driving me insane.

I grabbed a pillow and put it over my mouth, as I breathed heavily, lifting my legs in the air and allowing Davi full access to my hole. I started stroking my dick with my free hand and concentrated on getting off. 

He pulled his mouth out of my hole. I moved the pillow just enough to see him pinch the tip of his cock, sliming his fingers with the pooling precum and used it to add to his saliva and create a very slick lube on my hole. I tried to remember the rules of safe sex and if that was dangerous or not, but when his finger started sliding into my pucker, gently stretching my hole, I didn’t care anymore and just needed to get off.

I was furiously stroking my dick when he added a second, spit covered finger to my hole and stifled a moan the best I could. His fingers were fat like his cock, but more rigid and unforgiving of my sensitive skin. I took a page from his book, using my finger to swipe up a good amount of precum from my leaking dick and added the dollop to his fingers as he reinserted them. I mouthed the word “FUCK” with a sharp inhale as I felt them stretch my hole and push on my prostate at the same time. I put my left fist to my mouth and bit down on my knuckle, trying not to make a sound as my body tried to relax around his fat fingers.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” he breathed out, slowly pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. The leaking precum soothing my hole as he traced the ring with his head. He teased and circled my hole for a minute before moaning out a whispered, “Mmm, condom?”

I shook my head no. Kicking myself for not picking any up while on my walk today. I whispered as quietly as possible, “Do you have a condom?”

He made a face that questioned where I thought he would’ve been hiding a condom in his skimpy bathing suit. “No,” he said, sliding his cock up and down my crack, “Do we need one?”

I sat up on my elbows to see him better. As horny as I am, and as hot as it is to see his big cock between my legs, I am not going to let him fuck me without a condom. “Yes,” I said with certainty and disappointment.

“Mmm, ok,” he grumbled, taking over stroking my cock, his dick still poking into my pucker as he stroked himself with his right hand and me with his left. The grip on my cock felt really good and the pressure on my hole was quickly bringing me back to the edge. I spread my legs a little wider to get more pressure and felt him spit on his dick and push the head easily into my horny hole. “Mmmm, fuck,” I groaned through clenched teeth, pushing against his hips and shaking my head. “Ungh…no, I’m serious,” I chuckled at the grin on his face. He made a dramatically pouty, sad face and eased off. I felt more than an inch of his fat dick slide out of my hole but remained against it as he stroked me closer to orgasm.

He kept getting me closer and then dropping my dick to rub my chest, play with my nipples, then stroke my abs and let my orgasm subside. He added more spit to his wiggling cock on my hole and I felt my hole opening up for his girth and as much as I wanted him inside me, I tried to fight the urge and the constant barrage of pleasure just having him knocking at my backdoor. 

I started to convince myself that just that one inch would be ok, he already had it inside me, so it couldn’t do any more harm than it already has, right? I rocked my hips and relaxed my hole. Not saying anything as my ass allowed the soft slick head of his juicy cock uncovered access to my hole. Trying my best to pretend not to notice he had slipped a full inch of his dick into my hole, possibly more, as he stroked my dick and I rocked my hips to get his head to put pressure on my anal walls and my prostate. I ran my hand through my hair, the other rubbing my abs as I continued to rock my hips. 

“Mmmm,” I felt my hole clench and unclench as my ass cheeks flexed with each rock of my hips. I was breathing heavily trying not to wince as my clenching gave way to his pressure on my hole, stretching it a little wider as the girthy part of his cock tried to push into my hole. 

It feels so good. I was torn between getting more pleasure out of him harmlessly being just inside my ass and giving me so much pleasure, or breaking the facade of pretending he wasn’t inside me to make him pull back out. One inch was one thing, but he’s taking advantage of my rocking on his tip and pushing ever so slightly deeper with every flex of my hole, now at least two full inches are inside me and, “mmm…fuck,” it feels so good, but…I can’t let him go any deeper; it’s already stupidly dangerous. I felt him flex his cock right on my prostate. “Mmmm,” I moaned, pulling the pillow onto my face, covering my uncontrollable moaning the best I could. As soon as I did I felt him shift his weight and his cock fell out of my hole, both of us groaning.

He put the tip back at my pucker, and I instinctively clenched. He leaned over me and whispered, “Out or in?”

Through the pillow, not seeing his face, him unable to read mine, I felt as though I wasn’t accountable. “Umm…in,” I mumbled quietly, desperately. “Just a little,” I clarified.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, not waiting for a second confirmation as he pushed two, maybe closer to three inches into me, definitely deeper than it was before. I groaned, regretting my decision almost immediately as the sting of that extra bit of cock shot through my colon. He retreated and added more saliva, pushing it back in along with his pre-approved two inches, this time stopping there as my hole adjusted easily. “Shit, baby, so good,” he grumbled and took to jerking me off again, running his free hand up and down my abs as his cock just enjoyed my hole.

I kept the pillow on my face, hoping that if he didn’t see the pleasure on my face, I could somehow control this before it goes too far. Where is too far, though? He rocked his hips, “Mmm,” I have to cum quick before this goes on too long. I started rocking my hips a little more, thrusting my cock up into his fist. “Ahhh, fuck,” I groaned into the pillow, hugging it to my face as I flopped around on the bed, squirming in pleasure. I realized he was at least three maybe even four inches inside me now, stretching my anal walls around his thick cock, putting so much pressure on my prostate but his fist is so loose on my cock I can’t quite blow my load…fuck it feels so good, though.

I felt him pull his cock out, gripping my dick and pulling all the precum leaking from my tip and adding it to my pucker. Then he added more saliva to his already slick cock and put the tip back at my hole. “Out, or in?”

“In,” I whispered, “In,” I whispered a little louder, a little more desperate to make sure he heard me. He rocked his hips and sank more than half of his cock into my hole, stretching me some more. “Oh…fuck,” I hugged the pillow tighter to my face and groaned. This was too far, he has too much raw dick inside me, I have to put a stop to this. He pulled back a little as if reading my mind and held it only a few inches deep. “Mmm,” I moaned into the pillow as he took up stroking my cock again. He stroked me right up to the edge again and then released my dick and pulled his cock out of my ass.

I waited a few seconds to see if he was going to continue, but he didn’t. I took the pillow from my face and looked at him as I panted, still wiggling on the bed, somewhat humping my dick into the air, needing to burst as my empty hole clenched down on nothing. He was standing there, stroking his dick slowly. “You ok?” I whispered.

He smiled, “I almost came in you,” he whispered.

My eyes went wide, “Oh,” and I scooted up onto the bed, spinning myself in the right direction so I had my head on the pillows, putting some distance between me and his trigger happy cock.

He huffed, “Yeah,” then smiled and added, “Don’t worry; I have good control.”

That did make me feel better, “Good.” I started stroking my dick again. My balls were aching for release. I spread my legs wide like a frog and started massaging my grundle as I slowly stroked my dick. He climbed on the bed with me, and it squeaked a little under his weight, but I don’t think that could be heard over the TV, and he slowed his movement as he settled back between my legs. 

He took the pillow that was covering my face and put it under my ass. Dropping his mouth down he gave my cock a few slow sucks, working up a good saliva coating before dropping further down to eat my ass for a few minutes. I held my legs wide for him to eat me, ignoring my cock as I focused on his skilled tongue attacking my hole. I let one of my legs drop onto his shoulder so I could stroke my dick and get myself off while he ate my hole, but he took this as a different sign and put both of my legs on his shoulders, pulling gently at my hips so I slid closer to his lap and I felt his dick poking at my slick hole.

He looked me in the eyes as he let a string of saliva from his mouth to the tip of his dick and started rubbing it on my hole. “Out, or in?” He whispered.

My heart was pounding twice as fast as my fist was beating my dick, my horniness was at the forefront of all of my thoughts, my need to have an orgasm was my only concern. “Uh…in,” I whispered. He smiled and nodded, pushing gently the first two inches, then another, and another until he hit the deepest he’s been inside me. We both groaned quietly, then he rocked his hips out and pushed in a little deeper. This time, I felt him sink deep into me, and it stung. “Ahh,” I hissed a little too loudly.

He leaned over me, my knees bending to my shoulders as he kissed me to stifle my moaning. I still had a hand on my cock, stroking myself furiously with the small gap of space between me and him, as I felt him rock his hips out and then thrust back into me even deeper. I whimpered into his mouth. He was balls deep inside me now and fuck it feels good. I was so close to blowing my load, I should’ve told him that was too much, but I needed it as I rocked my hips to meet his next thrust, and the next. It felt like he was somehow stroking my cock from inside my ass, the pleasure was incredible. I couldn’t help but moan. He broke the kiss, “shhh, you don’t want to get us caught,” whispered, his thick accent just as hot as his cock pumping inside me.

“Feels…so…good,” I whispered, and he thrust hard into me. “Ungh,” I groaned way too loudly.

His right hand came up to my mouth, covering it as his left hand pushed down on my hips, and he thrust deep over and over again. His hand on my mouth giving me the freedom to moan in near silence as I jerked my cock as my ass rocked on his. Fuck it feels so good, I can’t stop now. His cock is so big and the pressure feels so good, “I’m gonna cum,” I mumbled under his hand, nodding my head up and down furiously in case he didn’t understand my muffled words.

He nodded and whispered, “Me too,” without skipping a beat in his thrusting. I rocked harder on his cock, flexing my ass as he pegged my prostate, I felt my balls tightening. “Out or in?” He whispered as his thrusting got more erratic.

“In,” I said instinctively, not thinking about the question, as my balls tightened he covered my mouth even tighter, thrusting harder into me and his cock got thicker inside me pushing me over the edge. I groaned into his hand as my legs quaked over his arms and my ass spasmed around his throbing cock. Cum shot out of my cock and splattered his abs and my chest, squirt after squirt. Then he grunted and shoved his cock hard into me and it throbbed as his head fell back and his body went rigid as he held his cock deep inside me. One tiny additional, slow thrust and I felt a warmth inside me as my ass trembled around his throbbing cock, I held him tight as I squeezed out the last amazing squirt of my cum and felt him shake as his orgasm subsided.

He went quickly from incredibly rigid to relaxed, his head hanging down towards mine now, he kissed my lips gently and rocked his softening cock most of the way out of my hole and back in to the hilt with a sigh of sexual relief from both of us.

“Did you…cum in me?” I asked nervously between kisses.

“Mmmhmm,” he grumbled, taking a deep breath before kissing me one last time and sitting up off of me. He slowly pulled is cum slicked softening cock out of my stretched hole. Reached over to the tissue box and snagged a few for me to clean myself up with as he grabbed more for himself.

I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned. That was the best sex I’ve ever had, but at the same time, the dumbest. The post-nut clarity settled in quickly. I watched him go into the bathroom and quietly close the door. I heard the sink running. I felt down to my ass hole with and let a finger into the ring to feel I was soaked inside and out with his load. I quickly got off the bed as he came out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth, handing it to me. I used it to get the rest of the cum off my chest as he slipped his wet bathing suit back on, tucking himself dramatically into the pouch.

He hugged me tight, kissing me slowly, then whispered, “obrigado,” as he squeezed my naked ass and gave it a light tap before he went for the door. He put a finger to his mouth to keep me from saying anything and snuck out with the quietest click of the door.

I stood in the middle of the room for a minute, looking toward the bathroom with the light still on, then over to the bed where you could makeout where my ass was on the pillow and his knees were dug into the comforter as he fucked me. I used the wet washcloth in my hand, now cooling, to wipe my ass, cleaning the cum off as much as I could. Then I grabbed my wet swimsuit off the floor by the bed, tucking it into my backpack to hide it from prying eyes. Then I slipped on a fresh pair of white briefs and got back into bed. It was already 2:00 am. I had to be up in four hours for the excursion.

I could smell Davi on my pillow and blanket, which did not help my brain from spinning out and questioning how stupid I could be. I tried to tell myself everything would be fine and that there was nothing I could do right now anyway, so I could fall asleep.

I think I passed out around 3:00 am. It felt like the blink of an eye when I heard the adjoining door open and my Dad came in, “You’re still asleep?”

I groaned, wincing up at him, “Is it time to get up already?”

He opened the curtains and the sliding door to the balcony. “It smells in here.” He checked his watch. “We need to be downstairs in twenty minutes, so hurry up and shower.” I noticed him seeing wadded-up tissues on the nightstand. He didn’t say anything; he just pretended he didn’t know what was on them and headed back to the adjoining room door.

I groaned, getting up and staggering to the bathroom.

“Are you ok?” he asked as I walked slowly past him.

“Yeah, why?” I shot him a look, rubbing the sleep out of my face.

He shook his head. “You look like you barely slept.”

I groaned, “Yeah, I struggled to fall asleep last night. Tossed and turned all night.”

He nodded, “Take a shower, you’ll feel better. Make it quick, too. Your Mom and sister are already getting breakfast.”

I nodded as I yawned and did just that.