Chapter Twenty-Six
Balta stretched, letting the sun beat down on his bare belly. He wished he had a beer, but he would live without one if it meant not moving. The view was exceptional. Joa wore a tiny pair of cut-offs and a great deal of waxed-smooth, golden skin. Raul wore soft exercise shorts and nothing else but a great deal of fuzz. They were both lounging only a few feet away, hats pulled down to shade their faces while the three of them napped through the hottest part of the day.
He could see a single drop of sweat meandering down Joaquim’s belly, following the lines of those tight, firm abs. Balta licked his lips, pondering going over there. He was so comfortable, though. He heard Raul chuckle, knew he was being watched.
“Who wants to get me a beer?” He stretched, figuring he might as well put on a show.
Joaquim snorted softly and turned, thighs spread, ass up. Oh, no fair. Hisnamoradowas fighting dirty with that, because Balta could see the bottom curve of both ass cheeks.
Raul laughed softly. “I think I will stay right here.”
He met Raul’s eyes, letting his lip curl up into a grin. “He says I am the demon.”
Joa wiggled. “You are, and I’m sleeping.” The word came out ‘sleepin.’
“Such a Texan, no?” Balta loved to tease Joa about his lack of Portuguese sometimes.
Joa flipped him off, chuckled. Raul laughed, too, rolling up on one elbow to reach out with his other hand, wiping the trail of sweat off Joa’s belly. Balta expected to feel a surge of jealousy at that, but all he felt was a wave of need.
It occurred to him, generally, that he had not yet been able to take that sweet ass while Raul took his Angel’s mouth. That was what he had tempted Raul with, after all. It had worked. The last three days had been blissful.
“Joa. Take off your shorts, hmm?”
“We’re outside, Balta.”
“We are. There is no one to see you but cows.” Well, and him and Raul. Joa’s parents were in Sao Paulo for two weeks.
He watched the flush crawl down Joaquim’s back, saw the long toes curl, but Joa did unfasten his shorts, slide them down. Balta smiled, watching Raul watch Joa.Sim. One of his favorite things. Raul shifted, the soft sweats filling with hard dick. Pretty. By the time the shorts were off, Joa was dark red, sweating, stiff and panting.
Raul had not touched again. He just sat, waiting, almost vibrating. Good man. Balta rolled off the swing he had been lazing on, stripping off his running shorts on the way. “Hands and knees,doce.”
“Balta…” Mmm. So sweet.
“Sim?” He grinned at Raul, who was breathing hard, sweat beading on his upper lip. “I think Raul should take his shorts off, too.”
Joa nodded, turning slowly on the heavy, padded chair. Bless Texans and their wind—his sofa at home was lighter.
Balta moved in behind him, stroking the long back. So smooth. His poor, worried Joa shivered for his touch. Americans and their issues with bare skin. It made him smile. Maybe it was just much hotter in Brazil. Or maybe it was the beaches. Whatever it was, Raul had no issues. He just stripped off his shorts. Balta heard Joa’s moan when Raul’s thick, heavy cock came into view, red and hard, ready.
“Mmm. So pretty, huh? Bring it here, Raul.” Raul’s steps stuttered a bit, the man still not used to Balta’s ways, the way he liked to talk. But Raul came, as if attached to a wire.
His hands molded the curves of the most perfect ass on Earth, thumbs spreading a bit, pressing against the tiny hole just enough for Joa to feel. He saw Raul reach out, stroking over Joa’s short hair, his sharp cheek. Balta grinned, knowing soon Raul would be touching that sweet mouth.
“We should go inside, Baltazar…” Joaquim leaned into Raul’s hand, ass pressed back into his fingers.
“Why? It is very pleasant here.”
Raul chuckled. “And your closest neighbor is very far,sim?”
Joa nodded. “Closest is thefamilia.”
“And they are away.” Balta pressed his thumbs deeper, one slipping just inside the tight entrance.
“S…sim…” Joa’s spine arched, the sun making his angel shine.
“Then hush. Or better yet, use that mouth for something more fun.”
Dark-light met his eyes, a tiny moan escaping the man, the thick cock jerking up toward Raul’s belly. Mmm. Yum. Raul’s caressed Joaquim’s head again, the gentle encouragement all Joa needed to stretch, to reach for the heavy shaft. Hungry man.
