The Rooster, the Gula and the Gala... now!

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We lived in Vila Mimosa for 9 years and we liked living there very much. From that peripheral area of Fortaleza, our group of houses was very famous firstly thanks to the pagodas that Tizinho held on Sunday afternoons, which attracted people from all over the capital who enjoyed lively music, a good fejoada <unk> whose smell could be felt at a long distance <unk> and total absence of violence. In addition, another reason made the village famous and coveted for housing: harmony, unity, peace ... prevailing there. All those residing there respected and helped each other. It was like a big family distributed in 39 houses. In fact, the village consisted of 40 but one that stood right across from mine had been vacant for two years and many people were interested in renting it but when they heard about the former resident's suicide they gave up. This is an isolated case which doesn't deserve to be stirred.
I was already 14 years old. The pagoda that Sunday, it was crowded. People were bumping into each other. I watched sitting on the sidewalk of an unoccupied house when a truck arrived and a family started to bring down their furniture and take them inside said home. There were 3 residents. The father looked in not very satisfied manner towards the party and commented with his wife about this but she didn't seem to care as well as the boy who seemed to be my age. As they unloaded, I began talking to him... And I soon found out that they were evangelicals and the father <unk> Lucius <unk>, although very young, was strict and "walked sin in everything" as the boy emphasized.
During the first months, there were some disagreements between Lúcio and Tizinho, but the pagodeiro ended up winning over the evangelistic because of fatigue. And little by little the family was getting bored and accustomed to local customs. The son of the Evangelical <unk> Lucas <unk> I became good friends with him. As time went on, we got more companions. They even referred to us as <unk>unha e carne ?? . We studied in the same class at the municipal school and obtained a place for him in the small football club that I attended. Fearing someone would talk to him, I told myself he was gay. Because I always treated him as a friend and respected him, even when we showered together in the locker room after the game, he did not change our friendship at all.
My sexual orientation was not new to anyone except Lucius, who worked in the manufacture of iron gates and bars and was so busy with his trade and church meetings that perhaps because of this there had been no opportunity for him to receive such information. And by my behaviour he would never have suspected me as I acted, played, spoke exactly like other boys my age. My involvements which started when I was 13 years old usually happened with men living far away from mine in neighbourhoods and almost always older than myself. The only affair I've ever been close to was with Tintin about a year ago, but it was an ephemeral fling and we had sex just three times because he was married.
I was celebrating my sixteenth birthday in the pagoda when I saw Lucio enter his house, practically pushing Lucas who had been crying with his head down. As all attention was focused on the Pagoda no one noticed... only me who was looking that way at all times waiting for my dearest friend. Without him, the celebration wasn't complete. I entered through the balcony, but it didn't take me to get into the room... ...to be petrified and stunned by what Lucius screamed as he pointed his finger at Lucas in laughter.
- If I catch you, at least giving a <unk>Oi<unk> to that pederast...that deer...you can be sure of getting beat up like never before.
- But father...
I want you to tell me one more thing, did something else happen between the two of you?
We're friends, we didn't even talk about it.
And you're not ashamed to call yourself a friend of one of those damned men... who sleeps with another man?
I listened to it with a deep grip on my chest. My parents were not so cruel either. The tears fell from my eyes in an uncontrollable way. He felt sorry for Lucas and me... and a very big disappointment of Lucio. Little did he know that my hidden desires weren't for his son ... but for him ... since the day I saw him lowering the furniture off the truck. Luke saw me there near the door and his father turned around, seeing me too. He walked towards me and holding my arm tightly said furiously:
- Get out of here, you sick bastard! Don't ever set foot in this place or talk to Lucas again.
A feeling came over me, and I looked deep into his eyes.
I'm in no hurry, but I won't rest until this is done.
Your Lucius just looked at me... Hate was jumping out of his eyes. I turned my back and made a vow: <unk>Prepare yourself, you son of a bitch ... You'll still tremble with pleasure eating my asshole ... And I will fill your butt with gala! Wait and trust! Who lives shall see (Better: know!)
I ran back home, crying. Auntie saw my condition and came to meet me. I told him everything <unk> that I wanted to take satisfactions but didn't let go.
The days passed, the months went by and Lucas never spoke to me again. It still hurt a lot inside of me but I couldn't help longing for Lucius. His brown body well distributed, his serious manner, his masculine face... were still remembered in punch-up moments although always after making fun I was overcome with a feeling of sorrow and anger at him and myself ... and automatically the desire for revenge arose only did not know how it would be yet I thought about many things but all unlikely to put into practice some years have gone by
One day I was watching TV in the living room, when someone called for my father. Immediately I recognized Lucio's voice. My father went to meet him and I stayed at the same place. He entered but did not greet me with a word. Nothing. I didn't hear what they were talking about, but I got suspicious seeing Lucio taking measurements of windows: my dad should have ordered iron bars from him. I asked my father and he said that Lucio would come back next week and work two days putting up the grilles on site. That would be an excellent opportunity...but how?
I decided to tell Tiny what was so stirring in me... this feeling of revenge.
- I honestly didn't mean it, but a clean shot at that son of a bitch to slice and dice.
- Aunt, are you kidding me?
Of course not, and it has to be him... or his son wouldn't have the same effect.
That's impossible, unless I was doping him and...
When he goes to work there you'll be alone, right?
And where am I going to get that person?
- I'll take care of that.
- It's closed!
The week flew by, and the day before Lucio was due to start work Titsinho confirmed that someone would help me so we scheduled him for 9:30 in the morning.
The next day, Lucio arrived at 7:00.
- Good afternoon, Rooster!
- Good morning, Your Highness.
Since I was alone, I took him in and helped carry the grates. He had a monosyllabic accent; I left him at work and went to the bathroom for a shower. I came back into his room with only my towel on and noticed that he looked up from behind but soon disguised himself. I returned to the living room and offered him some snack. He stepped away. The bell rang and when I saw it was one of the boys who were part of the pagoda group - also known as the most coveted among them: dark brown man with blue eyes which stood out because of their darker skin tone. As we entered the room, Lucius looked at us and turned again to his previous position facing the wall. The boy asked for water and I called him into the kitchen where he blinked an eye and began the arrangement by addressing me with a hug from behind:
- I've been missing that hot ass.
You think I don't know you're dating that blonde who swims right next to you?
I pick her up once in a while, but she's gonna have to eat lots of beans and rice for an ass that tastes like yours.
- You are a liar.
I've been jerking off all my life, remembering you sucking on a tape of me and how hard it was for you to stick your dick up that sweet ass.
- Oh, is it?
- Let's go to the bedroom, come on... my dick is already ripping through Bermuda.
- Come with me.
The worst thing is that when I looked, the brown man was with a really hard cassette. Lucio heard everything from where he stood, which was very close to the door of his room. We went in and locked it. He laughed at me. From there we should have faked a trance but only by our voices... talking bastards, moaning, screaming and shaking the bed ... all this to provoke Lucio. But the black man did more than that. As soon as he entered the room, he lowered his bermuda offering me a juicy tape on which, without resisting, I fell flat on my face. What deliciousness! What power! The guy groans so much better - truly. I would also suck his dick making a lot of noise while he said:
You like it, don't you?
- I like... love your dick. Hit me in the face with it!
He swallows all the little ones, he'll... you can handle it.
- Whoa, whoa.
- That... now swallow the bag... that... hummm ... how delicious, my ravenous Rooster!... this is what gets sucked... will you do it on your face or in your little mouth?
- In the mouth...
Are you my little whore, Chicken?
- I'm... wanting your roll every day.
- Ahhhh... that! Uhhhhhh... suck it all down, go.
And the brown one filled my mouth with gala, which was tasted with pleasure. I wanted to eat me but preferred to stay in pretence from then on... and we continued. At a certain moment he pointed at the door showing his shadow confirming that Lucius was trying to hear what was happening ... We exaggerated even more! After finishing, we went to the bathroom and took a shower together. Then he left ... and I entered the room again only leaving when Lucio told me he would be home for lunch. He looked at me differently. And said he'd come back this afternoon.
I was beginning to think the plan hadn't worked, so I called Titty and told him all about it.
There's only one little push left, but that part is up to you.
Well, if it doesn't roll I am even more relaxed after fucking your friend... although the rest is for another day!
I want some too!
(Laughter)
I'll think about your case and then call you... if I make it out alive.
(Laughter)
It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I heard a knock at the gate. When I arrived... almost fell hard! Lucio wore bermuda! I had never seen him like that! He only wore trousers. Obviously he noticed my surprise, but did not make any sign of sympathy. He went inside and began to serve.
I watched him from the bedroom, lying on my bed. Sometimes he would turn towards me but disguise himself and then back away again. He was mesmerized by those brown hairy legs. "The tape must be surrounded by a jungle of hairs".
- Lucius, you can bring the phone here... it must be Dad.
He didn't say anything, he just picked up the phone that was on my bed and came towards me. I opened the door a little more and kept looking at where his pigeon slept.
- If it's not an abuse, can you lean on my ear?
And he positioned the device where I asked for it, and after pretending to have a brief conversation with him, I put my hand over his eye so that it looked like foam had fallen out and was burning. As he stood there almost in the bathroom, I ran into the shower and let the water wash away all of the foam, got back up against him and gave him a slight kick. He watched me uncover my ass, then turned around and saw me squeezing his stick.
I strapped the towel around my waist and headed for his room.
Can you hold the grid here while I line up?
- Oh, of course.
"It's now or never" I thought. As I walked, I loosened the knot of my towel and grabbed hold of the grid as he stood behind me; he had to get closer so that he could draw with a pencil on the wall where holes would be drilled in it. When I felt his breathing, I opened up my legs slightly, letting go of the towel. In panic, his pencil also fell down.
With my hands full, I asked:
Lift it up for me, Your Highness.
He was bending down to pick up the handkerchief, and when his face came right past my butt I took a step backwards putting it on his face. His hands touching that area made me groan. As he looked at me he stood up and let go of the washcloth which had fallen off; then he pulled out the grill from my hands now occupying his own. Without hesitation I grabbed his stick over bermuda very hard closed his eyes and whispered:
- Don't do that... please!
- You want me to stop?
He looked at me...
- It's not...
I opened his bermuda and the pigeon jumped out, pointing at my face. I opened my mouth and walked towards the head of his cassette tape. He looked at me trembling. At the touch of his tongue a loud howl echoed through the room. It excited me so much that he stuck all his stick in his mouth... leaving only the bag outside which then took a bath with its tongue. Lucius's facial expression reflected the pleasure he was feeling.
- That's right, that is it.
And I sucked more eagerly. How I waited for that moment! What a tasty cassette! By the way... what a tasteful body! As he was sucking, my hands passed over his chest, on his belly, in his butt and thighs ... I pulled him to the room where, sitting on the bed with open legs, I got down on my knees on the floor and went back to the gluttonous and abundantly mixed puffs. I swallowed his tape showing hunger of pica, and the movements of his mouth were accompanied by both my hands holding firmly, leaving it upright and beating this fleshy trunk against my face.
My hands then slid from my head to the base of the scroll in a fistful accompanied by slaps on purple and shiny rosary when I held his sack and sucked out his berries one at a time, then both.
I opened his legs more and passed my tongue on his groin, starting near the sack and going up to the navel where I licked a few bites as well. I repeated it from the other side. He took hold of the stick and brought it back to my mouth. I sucked again with great fury. I remembered one of Auntie's directions: <unk>Capricha en chupada! Capricha mesmo! It is possible that he has never received one. The evangelicals usually do not go beyond "papai-mamãe" (father/mother).
And he seemed to be right, and I gave in... the pleasure that came out of his mouth made me happy too.
I was afraid to come forward, wanted him to suck me too... but feared the suggestion. So I licked his belly until it reached his breasts and continued licking and touching each nipple as he closed his eyes whimpering loudly.
I stepped forward, glued my lips to his and joined our doves together. He felt a little resistance. He didn't open his mouth but when I started touching our limbs he gave in. Kissed me furiously with gluttony...and began rubbing as well. Now it was all or nothing.
A little later, I stood in the opposite direction sucking his dick and leaving my allowance on his face. It didn't take long for him to start a delicious mouthful. The more I intensified my blowjob, the more it corresponded with his. He then took the initiative ... pulled me and kissed me again... only unbuttoning her lips but with faces close together said:
- I want your ass, Galo.
I just stood there on my stomach and he opened up my legs, salivated the dove's head and started penetration.
- There you go.
- What do you mean, better?
- It's a ladle... but go slowly, just let your head in and stop.
If it hurts, you talk.
We stood there, he ground the head of his dick again and I ground my ass with saliva coming out from my cock. He put on the end of a roll... and hugged me breathing hard into my throat. It was wonderful. His dick went in and I felt this grin of satisfaction come off it.
That's some hot ass, Rooster.
- Put it all in, fuck you hard!
Now the interference was violent, he lifted my leg and watched as his dick slipped out of my ass.
- That's four...
You'd better stand up out of bed, that way you can get in...
Let me satisfy my appetite.
Lucio was willing, he gave every punch that made me tremble and I decided to play the last card.
I want to drink your milk.
- Almost there...
- And you drink my...
Lucius pulled the dick out of my ass... I bent down and took it in my mouth. Swallowed every gulp, dragged him to sit on the bed and brought my stick into his mouth. He sucked for a while and started pouring my cock into that mouth he had some urge to vomit but swallowed everything then kissed him and we fell onto the bed side by side
We were silent. He then stroked my head and, to my amazement, said:
Galo, you were right... remember that fight we had?
Forget about it.
I've wanted you ever since, but I fought too hard every day and suffered so much that the other day when you told me to swallow all my words...
He put his hand on my dick and squeezed it.