The Cute Little Brazilian Guy

This one took place in Lisbon a few years ago. I was there on holiday with my best friend, and we were taking advantage of the small but busy local scene.
On the Saturday night we follow a trail of bars through the Barrio Alto and end up at a club with the rather unfortunate name Trumps.
We’ve both taken a pill. My friend is good at sniffing out drugs even in unknown foreign locations. They’re not too bad as it happens, and although the music in the club is pretty second rate, we dance for a bit and generally have a fun night. The guys in Lisbon are cute, all small and dark and extremely friendly.
I sit down on a bar stool at the side of the dance floor after a brief bout of dancing, and that’s when I make eye contact with this guy. He is short, slightly chubby with warm brown skin, dark dark hair and a cute smile which he flashes over at me. He looks young, but maybe that is just because he is so short. I smile back and he walks straight over. One thing about the people in Lisbon, they don’t waste any time when it comes to making a move.
He introduces himself in faltering English and we chat politely for a while. It turns out he is Brazilian and has lived in Lisbon for a couple of years. It’s a bit of a struggle to keep the conversation going, and he is not really my type, but there is something sweet about him. I can tell he is a genuinely nice guy, so I buy him a drink and he seems pleased.
After a while the conversation starts to die out, and for a minute or so we just stand in silence, or rather I sit on my stool and he stands next to me.
Then he turns to me and says,” If you were to ask me to sleep with you, I would say yes.”
“Would you like to sleep with me?” I ask, and he says yes, and I laugh. He looks at me bemused, not understanding what’s so funny. I lean over and kiss him.
By now the club is starting to empty out. I guess it must be about four o’clock. I say goodbye to my friend, and then I head off into the night with this little Brazilian boy.
It’s still warm outside, which is lucky as I haven’t even brought a jacket with me. We wander slowly down through the winding alleyways of the Barrio Alto, down towards the docks. It turns out he actually lives over the water in Cacilhas, and he says we have to take a ferry to get there. I am not too sure about this, it seems like a long way to go and I don’t want to get stranded in some strange part of town with no way of getting back to the hotel, but he says it’s not a problem. I am feeling horny and high so I decide to go for it, to take the risk and have a bit of an adventure. When we get to the dock we have to wait for ten minutes or so, it’s surprisingly busy with lots of other locals waiting quietly on benches to take the journey over the river.
The boat journey doesn’t take long. Its quite romantic in a way, we stand at the prow and look across at the lights of Cacilhas. The ship’s lights scan the water ahead, picking out the glowing shapes of hundreds of jellyfish in the darkness. We talk, he tells me about life in Lisbon, about how he shares a flat with two other girls. He tells me that I will have to be quiet when we get to the flat as they don’t like him bringing guys back, and that he has to be quite secretive about his sexuality in general, that they all do here.
His flat is in a non-descript sixties concrete block not far from the dock. We take a tiny lift up to his floor, he opens the door carefully and we go tiptoe straight through to his room.
We kiss again. He works his fat little hands up into my T-shirt and then moves one of them down onto my crotch. I pull back and then start to undress, so he does the same. His body is nice, brown of course with a slightly rounded belly. His chest and legs are covered with a down of thick black hair.
When we are both down to our pants we climb onto the bed and start kissing again. He quickly puts his hand inside and starts pulling at my cock, which is already hard. Then he bends over and starts to suck.
This goes on for a bit, then I pull away, drag my pant down and throw them on the floor. He kneels at the end of the bed, watching me, so I pull him towards me and start pulling at his pants. I don’t get very far, in the end he has to stand up and I get the chance to pull them down properly.
He is hard too, and his cock is thick and solid. It’s big too, surprisingly big for such a small guy. I get to work on it, pulling and sucking, then moving down to lick his heavy, hairy balls.
We carry on like this for a bit. He lies back and I climb on top, facing away from him so I can get a good suck of his dick. He plays with my arse, fiddling gently between my cheeks, then lifts his head up, pulls me open and sticks his tongue right in there.
After a while I roll over on to my back and he sits on top of me, right on my stomach, and reaches back to wank me off as I play around with his cock. I try to suck him off, but it’s at an awkward angle and after a few seconds I get a pain in my neck.
“I’d love to fuck you,” I say, reaching round to grab his soft little butt cheeks.
“No, I don’t like that,” he says, and asks if he can fuck me. I like the idea of it, but he is so big that it frightens me a bit.
“I think you’re too big for me I say,” which of course he loves to hear.
It soon becomes clear that he is reaching the end, he starts to groan and screw up his face. I start to wank him harder, working my other hand round the back and easing wet a finger up his hole. I think it might be this that sets him off, and he gasps and sends a wodge of thick spunk up onto my chest. I take over my own cock, and with a few seconds I’ve come too, up his back and over my stomach.
He gives me a kiss, then disappears through to the bathroom to get some paper tissues to clean me up.
We lie there for a bit, talking and cuddling. He drifts off to sleep, but I am still wide awake. I have to get up a few times to go to the toilet, taking pills seems to make me piss non-stop, and I get worried that all the sneaking around and flushing is going to wake his flatmates.
By now its daylight outside and the sun is shining through his bright orange curtains. I wake his up and tell him I have to go.
“Maybe we can meet later for a coffee,” he says, which is a surprise as I wasn’t expecting him to want to stay in touch. He writes down his mobile number on a scrap of paper, and we say goodbye. I get the ferry back to Lisbon, and looking back I can see the huge statue of Christ which stands above Cacilhas by the bridge. I feel quite pleased with myself for having such a horny night with a cute guy.
I get my friend to send him a text that afternoon, as I don’t have a phone. It takes him a while to reply, and when he does he says he can’t make it as he has just found out about a family crisis in Brazil. My friend texts back to say not to worry, that is was nice to meet him anyway.
I feel a bit disappointed for the rest of the day.