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Rekindling in Brasilia
The sun dipped low as their taxi pulled up to the grand entrance of the Hotel Nacional in Brasilia. Jonathan, a tall, broad-shouldered man with graying temples, stepped out first, allowing the cool evening breeze to ruffle his dark suit. He turned back to offer a hand to his partner, Scott, who was dressed in a crisp shirt and fitted jeans, his sun-kissed blond hair slightly disheveled from the journey.
"Welcome to Brasilia, my love," Jonathan murmured.
He was here on a three-day assignment, working to seal a complex trade deal. Yet, the prospect of exploring this city with Scott had him more excited than the negotiations ahead. Scott grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"It's amazing, isn't it? I heard the architecture alone is worth a trip."
"I`m glad you came along."
Actually, as usual it was Jonathan`s treat to his younger lover. They had been together for five years. When they met, Scott had been wide-eyed, eager and worked in a Prada boutique while Jonathan already was a seasoned diplomat. Their dynamic was clear from the start: Jonathan, dominant and assertive, and Scott, submissive but confident. Their relationship had evolved over the years, and while they were still very much in love, Jonathan sensed that the spark of their early days had dulled. Scott was now a student at Columbia's architecture school, his passion for design ignited by Jonathan's encouragement and financial support. Yet, with newfound independence, Scott had become less compliant, more assertive.
Inside the hotel lobby, the air was filled with the hum of conversations in a mix of languages, the clinking of glasses from the bar, and the soft jazz music playing in the background. The lobby was a sweeping open space with expansive glass walls offering a panoramic view of the city. The square-like grid pattern of Brasilia's design was evident even from this distance, a testament to the modernist vision of the city's planner, Lúcio Costa. Jonathan admired the idea of this city, built where there had been nothing, but his gaze drew to the young man behind the reception desk. He was dark-haired and olive-skinned. The hotel uniform hugged his body nicely.
"Boa noite," the young man greeted them with a smile, his voice warm and slightly husky. "Welcome to the Hotel Nacional. Checking in?"
"Yes, we are," Jonathan replied, extending his hand.
"Jonathan Brooks, and this is Scott."
The young man shook Jonathan's hand firmly, then turned to Scott with a genuine smile.
"Bento. It's a pleasure to meet you both. Check-in should be quick and easy."
As Bento started typing on the keyboard, Jonathan couldn't help but steal glances at the young man. He noticed the slight stubble on Bento's chin and the hint of hair peeking out from the collar of his shirt. There was an innocence about him, yet a clear undercurrent of strength. Jonathan felt a slight tightening in his groin. Bento looked up from the computer, flashing another smile.
"Here are your keys, Mr. Brooks. You're in suite 1001, with a lovely view of the city. If you need anything, just let us know."
"Obrigado," Jonathan replied, taking the keys.
He met Bento's gaze, holding it for a moment longer than necessary. He could see the slight flush on Bento's cheeks, the hint of shyness behind his eyes. It intrigued him. The young man intrigued him very much, yet Jonathan also a sadness. He knew that life in Brazil was not always easy. Breaking the gaze, he turned to Scott, who was already walking towards the elevators, keys in hand.
"Let's go, Jonathan," Scott called out, a playful hint in his voice. "We have a room to explore."
Jonathan smiled at Bento one last time before joining Scott. The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. As the doors closed, Scott leaned against Jonathan, his hands roaming over Jonathan's broad chest.
"You know, I'm really looking forward to this trip," he murmured. "New city, new sights, new experiences."
Jonathan chuckled, his hands gripping Scott's hips.
"That's the spirit. Although, I have a feeling we might be doing a lot less sightseeing and a lot more... exploring."
Scott laughed; his eyes sparkling.
"Sounds like a plan."
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal their suite. Scott stepped out first, his eyes wide with appreciation as he took in the spacious room decorated in muted tones of beige and cream, with accents of deep blue that mirrored the Brasilia sky. A large, floor-to-ceiling window showcased the cityscape, the lights of the buildings starting to twinkle in the dusk.
Jonathan followed, dropping the keys on the console table by the door. He kicked off his shoes and let out a sigh of contentment.
"Nice place, isn't it?"
Scott nodded, walking over to the window.
"It's beautiful. It reminds me of a giant chessboard."
This was a side of Scott that Jonathan loved. His enthusiasm, his naive curiosity, his ability to find beauty in the mundane. It was one of the things that had drawn him to Scott in the first place, when he saw the young distracting the snotty customers with ease. The memory made him smile. He walked up behind Scott, his hands resting on Scott's hips.
"I'm glad you like it."
Scott leaned back into him, his head resting on Jonathan's shoulder.
"I love it here," he said softly. "I love being with you."
Jonathan felt a surge of affection. He pressed a kiss to Scott's temple, his hands moving up to massage Scott's shoulders.
"I love being with you too, Scott."
He meant it. Despite the recent changes in their dynamics, he still cared deeply for Scott. But the spark he felt earlier, seeing Bento, was a reminder of what they once had. He wanted that back.
"I think it is time I give you a proper thank you," Scott said.
He turned around, facing Jonathan, his eyes holding a familiar mischief. Jonathan smirked, his hands still on Scott's shoulders. The air was thick with anticipation.
"A thank you, huh? For what?"
"For bringing me here. For always supporting me. For being you."
Scott's hand travelled down to Jonathan`s crotch. He still sported a semi after the encounter with Bento. Scott was not exactly subtle, but then again, subtlety was no longer their thing. Nothing wrong with that. Scott was in the mood to tease, and Jonathan was happy to oblige.
"You're a little hard, aren't you?" Scott whispered, his fingers tracing the growing bulge in Jonathan's pants.
"Just a bit," Jonathan replied, his voice a low rumble.
He couldn't deny the effect Bento had on him, but he didn't want to dwell on it now. His focus was entirely on Scott.
He let a small moan escape as Scott's fingers moved over him, rubbing him through the fabric of his pants. He loved how Scott touched him, how he could always read his body so well. It was a skill that had come from years of being together, of learning each other's every desire and need.
"This is for this hotel. For the view. For the fact that you're always taking care of me," Scott murmured, his breath warm against Jonathan's ear.
Jonathan felt a shiver run down his spine. He loved when Scott talked like this, when he was in the mood to be playful and affectionate. It reminded him of the early days of their relationship when everything was new and exciting. He turned his head slightly, his lips catching Scott's in a soft, lingering kiss.
"You don't have to return the favor, Scott. But if you want to..."
Jonathan left the sentence hanging, his eyes locked onto Scott's, seeking an answer. Scott grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Oh, I want to," he assured.
He sank to his knees slowly, his hands unbuckling Jonathan's belt, unzipping his pants. Jonathan's breath hitched as Scott's fingers found the band of his boxers, tugging them down. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. Scott looked up at him, his eyes filled with mischief. He loved seeing Scott like this, obedient and eager to please. Jonathan ran his fingers through Scott's blond hair, a small smile playing on his lips.
"That's a good boy," he mumbled.
He could feel the heat of Scott's breath on his cock, and he shivered with anticipation. Scott leaned in, his tongue tracing the tip of Jonathan's cock, tasting him. Jonathan let out a low groan, his hips instinctively thrusting forward. Scott took the hint, taking Jonathan's cock deeper into his mouth, his lips sealing around the shaft.
Jonathan watched as Scott started to bob his head up and down, his mouth working Jonathan's cock expertly. He was still good at this, exceptionally good, in fact. Scott grabbed hold of his ass cheeks.
"That`s right, baby. Take it all."
Scotts full lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of Jonathans hard, pulsing dick, worshipping it with every bob of his head. Jonathan looked down, his grip tightening in Scott`s hair as he watched his lover blow him skillfully. The sight of Scott on his knees, eyes looking up at him with a mix of excitement and submission, made him even more desirable.
"Very good, Scott. Just like that," Jonathan murmured.
He felt the familiar tightening in his groin, the heat building in his belly. Scott was talented, there was no denying that. He knew just how to move his head, how to use his tongue, how to suck. Jonathans hips began to move in rhythm with Scotts bobbing head, his hunger for release growing with every passing second.
The sounds of Scott`s eager sucking filled the room, mixing with the hum of the city outside. The city lights shimmered through the large window, casting a warm glow over the scene. Scott looked up at Jonathan, his eyes watering slightly, but his expression determined. In this moment, he wanted to please Jonathan, to make him feel good. Jonathan started to face fuck him, holding his head still and thrusting his hips forward, filling Scott's mouth with his cock. Scott took it all.
"Fuck, Scott," Jonathan groaned, his grip on Scott's hair tightening. "You're so good at this."
Jonathan praised.
"So fucking good."
He could feel the pleasure building, his balls tightening, his breaths coming in sharp gasps.
"Mmmhmm," Scott agreed, his voice muffled by Jonathan's cock.
He picked up the pace, his head bobbing faster, his mouth working Jonathan's cock with skill and enthusiasm. Jonathan threw his head back, a groan escaping him.
The first tingling sensation of the orgasm started at the base of his spine and radiated outwards. He looked down, watching Scott's head move back and forth, the sight pushing him closer to the edge.
"Scott," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I'm close."
Scott looked up at him, his eyes filled with determination. He redoubled his efforts, taking Jonathan deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Jonathan groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Fuck, Scott. Just like that," Jonathan grunted.
His grip on Scott's hair tightening as he felt the waves of pleasure crash over him. He held Scott's head in place, his hips thrusting forward, fucking Scott's mouth with abandon. Scott`s eyes was watering, but he didn't let up, his throat working, taking Jonathan deeper and deeper. The sight pushed Jonathan over the edge, and he groaned loudly as he came, his cock pulsing in Scott's mouth.
"Fuck, Scott," Jonathan moaned, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
The white sticky semen shot into Scott`s mouth, dripping down his chin in messy trails. He held Jonathan's hips, keeping him steady as he rode out his pleasure. Jonathan's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release. He looked down at Scott, a satisfied smile on his face.
"You're a mess," he smiled, reaching down to wipe the cum from Scott's chin with his thumb.
Scott grinned up at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Your mess," he replied, his voice playful.
He stood up, a smear of cum still on his lips. Jonathan pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting himself on Scott's lips.
"That was a proper thank you, wasn't it?" Scott murmured against his mouth, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Indeed, it was," Jonathan agreed, his arms wrapping around Scott's waist.
He held him close, enjoying the warmth of his body, the taste of him still lingering on his lips. He loved these moments with Scott, when they were connected, when the world seemed to fade away and it was just the two of them. They got ready for bed, the city lights casting a soft glow over their room. As they lay down together, the cool sheets contrasting with their warm bodies,
"What's on your mind?" Scott asked, his voice soft in the dimly lit room.
"Just the negotiation tomorrow. Let`s meet for dinner afterwards."
"I`d like that," Scott said , his fingers playing with the hairs on Jonathan's chest.
"Maybe we can explore the city a bit more. There`s a lot I want to show you."
"I`m looking forward to it," Scott said.
He pulled Scott closer, feeling the familiar contours of his body against his own. The sleepiness of the day started to creep in, and he was sure he would drift off to sleep in no time. Yet, his mind was still a bit restless. He couldn't shake off the image of Bento, the young receptionist with the innocent eyes and the strong jaw. There was something about him that intrigued Jonathan.
The negotiation went smoothly the next day. The Brazilian team was professional and accommodating, and by lunchtime, they had reached an agreement that satisfied both parties. Jonathan felt a sense of accomplishment as he shook hands with the lead negotiator, a woman named Maria.
"Well done, Jonathan," she said with a smile. "I think we have a deal."
"Yes, I believe we do," Jonathan replied, returning her smile. "Thank you for your time and cooperation."
As he walked out of the conference room, he was satisfied with the day's work. This was what he was good at, what he enjoyed - the give and take, the strategy, the ultimate success. It was a high that matched the one he'd experienced with Scott last night. Yet, as he stepped out of the conference building, the late afternoon sun and Brasilia's modernist architecture casting sharp shadows around him, his mind wandered back to the young man behind the reception desk. Bento. He had a submissiveness about him that Jonathan found intriguing. He had seen it in his eyes, that mix of innocence and hunger. He wondered what it would be like to have Bento on his knees, to have him at his command. He quickly shook the thought away, chastising himself for being unfaithful to Scott. But the image lingered, a tempting fantasy that he couldn't quite shake off.
He met up with Scott at the cathedral of light, a temple of glass and concrete designed by Lúcio Costa. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cityscape, giving the place an ethereal glow. Scott was standing by the reflecting pool, his back to Jonathan, admiring the view. He was dressed casually in a pair of khaki pants and a loose linen shirt. Jonathan approached him slowly, his hands shoved into his pockets. The buildings slender towers reached towards the heavens like prayerful arms.
"Beautiful, right?" Jonathan said as he neared Scott.
Scott turned to him, his eyes reflecting the cathedral's ethereal glow.
"It's stunning. The way the light plays off the glass..."
"Costa was a visionary."
The men walked through the city, along the large axis that divided Brasilia into two distinct wings. The cathedral's towering spire receded into the distance, replaced by the sweeping curves of the National Congress and the Palacio do Planalto.
"This place must have been a dream to design," Scott said, his eyes taking in every detail of the modernist masterpieces around him. "The way everything just fits together."
Jonathan nodded, appreciating the architectural harmony of the city. "It's almost like a giant puzzle."
Scott smiled, his eyes scanning the panorama.
"Brasilia is like nothing I've ever seen. The precision, the balance, it's all so... intentional."
They continued their walk, the setting sun casting long, dramatic shadows across the wide boulevards. The city began to quiet down, the usual bustle of traffic and people dissipating as evening approached.
"So, how did the negotiations go?" Scott asked, turning to Jonathan.
Jonathan gave a satisfied smile.
"Flawlessly. But let`s not talk shop. I think we should have some dinner." Jonathan suggested.
"Where do you want to go?" Scott asked, looking around.
"There's a restaurant near our hotel I've been wanting to try." Jonathan replied.
They walked back towards their hotel, the city lights starting to come alive. The air was warm, a pleasant breeze carrying the scent of night-blooming flowers.
When they arrived at the hotel after dinner, Bento was at the front desk, his dark hair neatly combed, his uniform crisp and clean. When he saw Jonathan, he smiled warmly.
"Welcome back, Mr. Brooks. How was your day?"
"It was productive," Jonathan replied, returning the smile. "How about yours?"
"Long, but good. Is there anything I can do for you tonight?"
Jonathan glanced at Scott, who was looking at the room keys in Bento's hand.
"Not right now, but we might order something up later." Jonathan replied. "Thank you, Bento."
Bento handed over the keys.
"Of course, Mr. Brooks. Just press the service button on the phone if you need anything."
As they walked away, Scott leaned in and whispered:
"You know, it's strange. He is always working when we come back."
Jonathan chuckled softly.
"Maybe he's a workaholic."
"Or he just likes to see you," Scott teased, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Jonathan merely smiled and placed his hand on Scott's lower back as they stepped into the elevator. He was horny, and wanted to fuck, but knew that Scott nowadays rarely seemed to enjoy bottoming as much as he used to. He needed to figure something out. The elevator doors slid shut behind them, carrying them up to their suite. As they entered the room, Jonathan noticed Scott's eyes light up.
"Look," Scott said, pointing towards the window.
The city lights sparkled like a million diamonds scattered across the dark canvas of the night. Jonathan couldn't help but be drawn to the view. It was breathtaking. He walked over to the window, Scott following close behind. They stood there for a moment, taking in the beauty of the city. Scott's body pressed against his, an arm wrapping around his waist.
"Why don`t we order some champagne?" Jonathan suggested.
"Sounds great," Scott agreed, kissing Jonathan's shoulder softly.
Jonathan picked up the phone and dialed room service.
"Bom dia. Yes, could we get a bottle of your best champagne sent up? Thank you."
He hung up and turned to Scott, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You know, we could make this night even more memorable."
Scott raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Oh yeah? How so?"
Jonathan smiled, his hand trailing down Scott's back, resting on his ass. At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door. Jonathan went to answer it, Scott following close behind. Standing in the doorway was Bento, holding a tray with a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"Your champagne, Mr. Brooks," Bento said with a smile.
"Thank you, Bento," Jonathan replied, stepping aside to let him in.
Bento entered the room, setting the tray down on the console table by the door. As he straightened up, he caught Jonathan looking at him, a curious expression on his face.
"Why don`t you stay a while , Bento?" Jonathan asked casually, a playful glint in his eyes. "Join us for a drink?"
Bento hesitated for a moment, glancing at Scott. Scott was leaning against the wall, watching this exchange with keen interest.
"I don't know, Mr. Brooks," Bento said, running a hand through his dark hair. "It's against the rules for staff to fraternize with guests."
"Rules are made to be bent, aren't they?" Jonathan replied. "Besides, it's just a drink. There is enough in that bottle for all of us."
Scott's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his gaze. But he said nothing, merely watched the scene unfold. Bento looked at Scott, waiting for a reaction.
"Well?" Jonathan prompted; his voice soft but insistent.
Bento took a moment before speaking, his eyes flicking between Jonathan and Scott.
"Alright," he finally said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just for a little while."
"Great. Come, sit."
Jonathan led Bento to the sitting area, gesturing for him to take a seat on the plush, white couch. Scott followed closely, his eyes never leaving Bento. He perched on the arm of the couch, his body language tense with curiosity. Jonathan took one extra glass from the mini bar and poured the champagne to each of them.
"Thank you," Bento murmured, taking a sip.
Jonathan sat next to him, close but not too close. He wanted to give Bento space to feel comfortable.
"So, Bento, how long have you been working here?" Jonathan asked, leaning back against the soft cushions.
"Two years now," Bento replied, looking down into his glass. "It's been a good place to work."
"That's great," Scott chimed in. "Do you like it here?"
Scott asked, leaning forward slightly. Bento looked up, meeting his gaze.
"Yes, I do. It's peaceful. Quiet. Different from where I grew up."
"Where's that?" Scott probed, clearly intrigued.
Jonathan watched the exchange, his glass of champagne swirling gently in his hand. Bento hesitated before answering, as if considering how much to reveal.
"Rio," he finally said. "It's... a lot. Lot of people, lot of noise. Lot of chaos."
"I've been to Rio," Jonathan said, his voice soft. "It's a beautiful city."
"You know, Bento," Jonathan said. "I`d like to give you a really big tip."
His eyes locked onto Bento's, the air between them charged with an electric tension. Scott watched them, his eyes widening as he processed Jonathan's intent. Bento's eyes flicked between the two men. Jonathan's gaze locked onto him, his voice low.
"But there's a catch." Jonathan said. "I want something in return."
Bento's brow furrowed, a hint of unease flashing across his face.
"What do you want?"
Jonathan leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble.
"I want you to undress for us."
Bento's eyes widened in shock. He looked at Scott, seeking some sort of confirmation or reassurance. Scott only nodded.
"You're serious," Bento asked.
It was obvious this was a first for the young Brazilian, but the uncertainty in his voice seemed to excite Jonathan even more.
"Yes, I'm serious, Bento," Jonathan replied. "We want to see you. All of you."
Bento hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Jonathan and Scott. He could see the hunger in Jonathan's eyes, the curiosity in Scott's. He took a deep breath, his fingers clenching around the champagne glass.
"Okay," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone."
Jonathan smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"We promise. Now, stand up and start taking your clothes off."
Jonathan's voice was low, commanding, as he watched Bento, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Bento stood up slowly, his fingers tightening around the champagne glass. He put it down on the coffee table, then turned to face them. He began to unbutton his uniform jacket, his fingers fumbling slightly with the small buttons. He took his time, his eyes cast downwards, as if shy or nervous. Jonathan watched him intently, his body tense with anticipation. Scott, too, was transfixed, his eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. Bento slipped the jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing a crisp white shirt beneath. He unbuttoned the shirt, his fingers working quicker now, as if eager to get it off. He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it join the jacket on the floor, He stood there for a moment in his undershirt, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Jonathan could see the outline of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt, the hint of hair that dusted his chest.
"Proceed," Jonathan urged on.
Bento nodded, his fingers going to the waistband of his pants. He unbuckled his belt; the sound of the buckle being unlatched echoing in the room. He unzipped his pants slowly, his fingers tracing the path of the zipper downwards. Jonathan and Scott watched, their breaths hitching as they saw the hint of the bulge in his underwear. He pushed his pants down, letting them pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, standing before them in just his undershirt, black boxer briefs and socks. He slowly lifted up the undershirt, revealing more of his defined chest, the light smattering of hair that dusted it, and the deep brown nipples. He pulled the undershirt off completely and dropped it to the floor. Jonathan's cock was like a rock in his pants, already, ready for more. He could see the desire in Scott's eyes, the hunger in his gaze as he watched Bento undress. Jonathan ignored the guilt that gnawed at him, focusing instead on the heat that was building between them.
"Now the socks," Jonathan commanded.
Bento hesitated for a moment, looking at Scott for reassurance. Scott nodded, his eyes filled with lust and excitement. Bento took a deep breath and slowly rolled down his black socks, revealing his bare feet. He stepped out of his socks, standing before them completely naked, save for his boxer briefs, which stretched tightly over his impressive bulge. He looked down at the floor, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. The young man was beautiful , his body toned and defined, dusted with a light layer of hair. Jonathan could see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, and he felt his own cock throb in response. Scott gazed on him intently, and he turned to meet his lover's eyes.
"Fuck, Jonathan," Scott murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's gorgeous."
Jonathan nodded; his eyes locked onto Bento.
"Now your underwear."
Bento froze.
"I don`t know," he said softly.
His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes darted between Jonathan and Scott. The sight of him, half-naked and nervous, made Jonathan's cock throb even harder. He wanted to see all of Bento, every inch of his skin, every detail of his body. He wanted to own him, to possess him, to break him in.
"Bento," Jonathan said, his voice low and commanding. "We want to see all of you. Push down your underwear."
Bento hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing even deeper. He looked down at the floor, his hands trembling slightly as they rested on the waistband of his boxer briefs. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and began to push his underwear down. Jonathan and Scott watched, their breaths hitching as they saw the first glimpse of Bento's cock, the tip already hard and ready. Bento pushed his underwear down further, revealing more of his cock, which was thick and long, the skin a deep, rich brown. He looked up at Jonathan and Scott, his eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Jonathan could see the outline of the young man's cock, still half-hidden by his boxer briefs.
"That's it, Bento," Jonathan encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Show us all of you."
Bento took a deep breath and pushed his underwear all the way down, letting them fall to the floor. He was now completely naked, his cock fully hard and standing at attention. Jonathan looked at Scott and saw how much his partner had enjoyed the show. Their eyes locked onto Bento's body. He stood before them, his cock jutting out proudly, a thick vein running down the length of it. His balls were shaved smooth, and his pubic hair was trimmed neatly. Jonathan reached out, his fingers wrapping around Bento's cock, stroking it slowly. Bento let out a soft gasp, his hips bucking slightly at the touch. Jonathan looked up at Scott, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Come here, Scott," he commanded.
Scott stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Bento's naked form. He began to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his smooth, tanned chest. The contrast between Scott's smooth skin and Bento's light layer of hair was stark and tantalizing. Bento's eyes flicked between Jonathan and Scott, unsure of what to do next.
"Look at him, Scott," Jonathan said, his voice low and commanding. "I bet you want to fuck him."
His gaze locked onto Bento, who was standing before them, his cock jutting out proudly, a thick vein running down the length of it.
"Fuck yeah, I do," Scott admitted.
"This wasn`t part of the deal," Bento stammered, his body trembling slightly.
"There are no rules here, baby. Just do as we say. You'll enjoy it."
He nodded towards the couch.
"Bend over, hands on the back of the couch."
Bento hesitated for a moment. But seeing the command in Jonathan's eyes, he did as he was told. He bent over, his hands gripping the back of the couch, his ass sticking out invitingly. Jonathan looked at Scott, who was already pulling down his pants, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. He nodded towards the lube. Scott tossed the bottle onto the couch next to Bento. Jonathan stepped behind the young man, his hands gripping Bento's hips. He leaned in, his breath hot on Bento's ear.
"Relax, Bento," he whispered. "This is going to feel so good."
He reached around, his hand wrapping around Bento's cock, stroking it slowly. Bento let out a soft moan, his body arching back slightly, pushing into Jonathan's touch.
"See how hard he is, Scott?" Jonathan murmured. "He wants this just as much as we do."
Scott nodded; his eyes fixed on the sight of Jonathan's hand wrapped around Bento's cock. He grabbed the lube and condoms from the couch, tearing open the foil packet and rolling the condom down over his own cock. Jonathan reluctantly stepped aside, giving Scott room to maneuver. He wanted to watch this, to see Scott take control, to see Bento squirm under his touch.
"You lube him up first, Jon."
Jonathan nodded, taking the bottle from Scott and squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He stepped back behind Bento, his eyes locked onto the young man's ass. He spread Bento's cheeks, revealing the tight, pink entrance. He began to circle the entrance with his lubed fingers, listening to Bento's sharp intake of breath.
"You like that, don't you, Bento?" Jonathan murmured; his voice thick with lust.
Small tremors of lust ran through Beto's body. Scott knelt behind Jonathan, watching as he worked Bento open, his own cock throbbing in anticipation.
"Fuck, yeah," Scott groaned, his hand wrapping around Jonathan's hip. "He's so fucking tight."
Jonathan smirked, knowing Scott was right. He pressed his lubed fingers deeper into Bento, stretching him, preparing him for Scott's cock.
Bento groaned, his body tensing as Jonathan's fingers went deeper.
"Relax, Bento," Jonathan murmured. "You're doing great."
He glanced over his shoulder at Scott, who was watching with a hungry expression. Jonathan could see the need in his eyes, the anticipation of what was to come. He leaned in, capturing Scott's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues clashing and teeth clicking. Jonathan could taste the champagne on Scott's lips, the remnants of their earlier indulgence.
"He's ready," Jonathan said, pulling away from the kiss.
He looked down at Bento, who was breathing heavily, his body tense.
"You can fuck him now, Scott."
Scott stepped forward, his cock jutting out proudly, the condom glistening with lube. He grabbed Bento's hips, his fingers digging into the smooth skin.
"You ready for this, Bento?" Scott asked.
Bento nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Oh, God," he whispered.
Scott pressed the head of his cock against Bento's hole, rubbing it against the smooth surface. Bento tensed, the muscles in his back and legs flexing as he braced himself.
"Easy, Bento," Scott murmured, resting his hand on the young man's lower back.
He gently pushed forward, the head of his cock slowly disappearing into Bento's tight hole. The boy let out a low, guttural sound, his body quivering as Scott's cock stretched him completely open.
"Fuck, Scott," Jonathan murmured, watching intently as Scott began to slowly thrust in and out.
"Im gonna need more lube. Hes so fucking tight," Scott groaned, his fingers digging into Bento`s hips.
Jonathan reached for the bottle, squirting more lube onto his hand. As he leaned in, he heard Bento's sharp intake of breath as the cool liquid again met his heated skin. He rubbed it in, his fingers circling Bento's hole, stretching him further, preparing him for Scott's thrusts.
"You doing okay, Bento?" Jonathan asked, his voice low and soothing, even as he watched Scott's cock disappear and reappear from Bento's tanned ass.
The young Brazilian was panting, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of the couch. Jonathan could see the tension in his body, the way he was clenching his jaw, trying to bear the intrusion of Scott's cock. He wanted to help him, to ease his passage. He also wanted to see more of Bento, to feel his smooth skin against his own. Jonathan began to undress, his fingers quickly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and flat stomach. He tossed the shirt aside, then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. Bento turned his head, his eyes wide as he watched Jonathan step out of his clothes, revealing the full extent of his hairy body. Jonathan stood before him, his cock jutting out proudly, thick and long.
He placed a hand on Bento's shoulder, feeling the young man's muscles tense beneath his touch. Jonathan leaned in, his lips capturing Bento's in a fierce, demanding kiss. The young Brazilian let out a soft moan, his body relaxing slightly under the force of Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan could taste the slight saltiness of his lips, and the softness of his tongue as it tentatively met his own.
The kiss served its purpose, easing Bento's tension and making the path for Scott's cock smoother. Jonathan pulled away; his eyes locked onto Bento's. He saw the understanding in the young man's eyes, the realization that Jonathan was in control, that he was safe.
"My turn," he demaded.
Scott nodded, stepping back, his cock still glistening. Jonathan moved quickly, pushing Scott out of the way and taking his place behind Bento. He could see the surprise and trepidation in Bento's eyes as he had seen the size of Jonathan's cock.
He lined up the head of his cock with Bento's already stretched hole, rubbing it against the smooth surface. Bento tensed, his body quivering with anticipation.
"Relax, Bento," Jonathan murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Take a deep breath and push out when you feel me pressing in."
He yelped loudly as Jonathan pressed the head of his cock against his opening, the thick, blunt tip stretching young studs' hole even further. Jonathan's voice was now nothing more than a low growl.
"Breathe, Bento. Fucking breathe."
With a deep, shuddering exhale, Bento finally relaxed slightly, allowing the head of Jonathan's cock to pop inside him. Jonathan groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at the tightness enveloping the tip of his cock.
"Fuck, that's good," he murmured, his hips pressing forward slightly, allowing the young man to adjust to his size.
Scott stood off to the side, watching the exchange with rapt attention. His own cock was still hard, the evidence of his earlier fuck with Bento glistening on the head. Bento`s face contorted in pain, his mouth forming an O as he tried to adjust to the sheer size of Jonathan's cock. He paused for a moment, giving Bento a chance to adjust, before he began to move slowly back and forth, inching deeper inside the young Brazilian.
"You're doing amazing, Bento," Jonathan said, his voice thick with lust. "Take it, baby. Take my cock."
Bento whimpered, his body tensing as Jonathan pushed deeper, his cock stretching Bento wider than he ever had been before.
There were a slight resistance, as he tested the tight clench of Bento's muscles, but he knew the young man would relax eventually. He just needed to give him time.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Bento," Jonathan groaned, his voice thick with lust. He reached around, his fingers grasping Bento's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Relax for me, baby. Let me in."
Bento was panting heavily, his body shaking as he tried to accommodate Jonathan's size. His hips pushed back slightly, meeting Jonathan's thrusts. Jonathan's cock was now halfway inside Bento, the young man's body trembling with the effort of taking his thick length. Jonathan groaned, the pleasure building within him as he felt Bento's body stretch to accommodate him. He leaned forward, wrapping a hand around Bento's waist, steady him as he continued to push deeper inside.
"You're doing so fucking good, Bento," Jonathan growled. "Take all of me. I know you can."
Bento let out another whimper, his body shaking with the effort.
"That's it, Bento," Jonathan encouraged. "Push out, baby. Push out and take me deeper."
Slowly, the young man's muscles relaxed, inch by inch, as he pushed further inside. Bento's body was trembling, his breaths coming in short gasps, but he was taking Jonathan's cock, little by little. Scott got up in the couch next to Bento and placed his hand on Bento's back. He rubbed small circles with his thumb.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so good."
Jonathan, seeing this, grunted and started moving his hips, thrusting slowly in and out of Bento. The young Brazilian's muscles clenched around him, and Jonathan felt the heat and tightness of Bento's asshole gripping his cock like a velvet glove.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Bento."
Bento's body was trembling, but he was now taking Jonathan's cock, almost all the way. He yelped and shuddered as Jonathan bottomed out , his balls slapping against Bento's ass. Jonathan groaned, his hips beginning to move, thrusting his cock in and out of Bento's tight, clenching hole. He started fucking him doggy style on the couch, his chest pressing against Bento's back as he grabbed the young man's hips and pulled him into each thrust.
"Oh, God!" Bento shrieked beneath him.
The boy was so tight, he knew he had to pull out if this was going to last. He slowed down his thrusts, gradually pulling himself out of Bento's tight ass, enjoying the feel of Bento's hole gripping his cock.
Jonathan's cock glistened with lube as he pulled out, the young man's ass still clenching around his length. He let out a low groan, the pleasure of Bento's tightness still pulsing through him. He looked down at the young Brazilian, face down on the couch, panting loudly.
"Let`s slow it down a little," Jonathan said.
He took a sip of champagne and turned to Scott.
He helped Bento up and they all went to the large ensuite bathroom. There were two showers side by side. Jonathan gestured for Bento to enter first.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Jonathan said.
Bento stepped into the shower, and Jonathan and Scott followed him in, the water already warm and inviting. The three of them stood under the spray, the warm water cascading down their bodies, washing away the evidence of their fucking. Jonathan reached for the body wash, squirting a generous amount into his hand. He began to massage it onto Bento's back, his strong fingers working the soap into a lather. Bento let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing under the touch.
Scott was facing Bento now, his own body pressed up against his front. He leaned in, capturing Bento's lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Bento kissed him back, his hands reaching up to tangle in Scott's hair.
Jonathan watched them, his cock already hard again, throbbing with desire. He couldn't help but appreciate the sight of the two beautiful men kissing, their bodies pressed tightly together. He started to trail kisses down Bento`s spine, working his way down towards his ass. As he parted Bento's cheeks, he could see that his ass was still red and puffy from their earlier fuck session. He licked his lips, a low growl escaping him, before he buried his face between Bento's cheeks, his tongue finding the young man's rosette, still stretched from their earlier fucking.
"Oh, fuck," Bento moaned into Scott's mouth.
Jonathan could taste the remnants of their fucking as he started to feast on Bento's ass, the mingled flavors of their pre-cum, lube and Bento. He loved this taste, the primal sensation of licking and nuzzling a young boy's hole. His tongue probed deeper, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and into the warmth beyond. Bento was moaning loudly now, his body pushed firmly against Scott's, his hips writhing as Jonathan's tongue explored his insides.
"Fuck, Jonathan," Scott groaned, his eyes locked onto the scene before him. "He's so fucking hot like this."
Scott started to pleasure Bento on his side , his hands roaming over the young man's body, touching and teasing his sensitive spots. Bento was still pleasured from behind by Jonathan's tongue, his body tensing as Scott's hands found his nipples and started to pinch and roll them between his fingers.
"You like that, don't you, Bento?" Scott asked.
Bento seemed only able to nod in response, his body on fire with sensation as Scott took one nipple in his mouth, then moved south, between the developed pecs, following the trail of hair downwards, kissing and licking until he reached his cock. He took it in his mouth, swallowing it down to the root. Bento let out a loud gasp, his hands clutching at Scott's hair as he started to push his cock deeper into Scott's mouth. Jonathan felt the boy's ass hole throbbing under his tongue, opening up even for him, hinting that it might be ready for more.
"Goddamn, you taste fucking delicious," Jonathan murmured against Bento's skin, his tongue working in and out of the young man's hole.
He could feel Bento's body trembling, his hips pushing back against Jonathan's tongue, wanting more. Scott was sucking Bento's cock with expert precision, his head bobbing up and down, taking increasingly of Bento's length into his mouth.
"We want to share you. Can you take us both?" Jonathan asked as he lifted his head from between Bento's cheeks.
Bento was panting heavily, his body trembling with desire and anticipation. He nodded; his eyes locked onto Jonathan's.
"Yes, I think so," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Scott pulled away from Bento's cock, a wicked smirk on his face.
"You're gonna take both our cocks, Bento? You sure you can handle it?" Jonathan asked.
Bento nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
"Yes, I want to try."
Jonathan grinned, his cock already throbbing with anticipation.
"Good boy. Let's make you ready."
He turned off the shower, and they all stepped out, grabbing towels from the rack. Jonathan watched as Scott and Bento dried each other off, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, their kisses hot and hungry. He couldn't wait to get in on the action. But he was eager to take things further, to make Bento truly theirs. As they entered the bedroom, Jonathan gestured to the large bed draped in crisp white sheets.
"Let's take this to the bed, boys," he said, "I want to see Bento take both of us at once."
Jonathan's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto Bento's. He nodded towards the bed,
"Scott, lie down, let's see how well our boy can take us both."
Scott did as he was told, his cock already hard and ready, standing proudly from his body. He lay back on the soft, white sheets, his hands behind his head, a wicked grin on his face.
"Come on, Bento," he encouraged.
Bento swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from Jonathan to Scott. He took a deep breath, then climbed onto the bed, straddling Scott's hips. He reached behind him, grasping Scott's cock and positioning it at his entrance. He slowly lowered himself down, his body tense as he took Scott's length inside him. Jonathan watched, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he saw Bento struggle to take Scott's cock. He knew that Scott was thick, and that it would be a challenge for Bento to take both of them at once. But he also knew that Bento was up for the task, that he wanted this just as much as they did.
Jonathan positioned himself behind Bento, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he watched the young Brazilian slowly sink down onto Scott's length. He could see the strain on Bento's face, the way his body was tensing as he tried to accommodate Scott's size. But he also saw the determination in Bento's eyes, the spark of lust that told Jonathan that he was going to take them both, no matter what it took.
Jonathan reached out, his hand grasping Bento's hip, steadying him as he slowly sank down onto Scott's cock. He could feel the heat radiating from Bento's body, could see the sweat glistening on his skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Bento's ear.
"You're doing so good, Bento," he whispered. "But I need you even looser to take us both."
Jonathan reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto his hand. He rubbed the slick substance over his cock, making it glisten in the dim light. He then moved his hand to Bento's ass, spreading the lube over the young man's already stretched hole, feeling Scott's cock as it slid in and out. Jonathan's cock was throbbing with anticipation as he watched Bento's body stretch to accommodate Scott. He knew that Bento was already taking Scott's thick length, but Jonathan was even bigger, and he wanted to make sure that Bento was ready.
"Relax, Bento," Jonathan murmured as he continued to massage the lube into the boy's ass. "You're doing so well, baby. But you need to relax more to take both of us at once."
Bento let out a soft moan, his body entire body trembling. Jonathan could feel the tension in Bento's muscles beginning to ease as he worked the lube into him, his fingers rubbing and circling the young man's tight entrance.
"That's it, baby," Jonathan said, his voice thick with lust. "Relax for me.
Scott was watching from his position beneath Bento, his own cock still buried deep inside the young Brazilian. He could see the pleasure and desire on Bento's face as Jonathan continued to prepare him.
"Lean forward, baby." Scott said.
Bento obeyed, starting to kiss Scott deeply as Jonathan lined up his cock with Bento's stretched hole. The young man's body was tense, anticipating the intrusion. Jonathan thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing against Bento's entrance.
"Breathe, Bento," Jonathan commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Push out when I press in."
Bento took a deep breath, his body relaxing as Jonathan began to push his cock inside. The young man's tight hole stretched around Jonathan's thick shaft, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He felt Scott's cock against his own as
he began to push deeper inside Bento, the young Brazilian's body opening up to accommodate both of them.
Jonathan grunted, his grip on Bento's hips tightening as he pushed further inside, the tightness of Bento's ass around his cock sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to his groin. Scott let out a low groan beneath him, his hips bucking slightly as he felt Jonathan's cock press against his own inside Bento's ass.
"Fuck, that feels incredible," Scott groaned, his hands gripping Bento's waist as he watched Jonathan's cock disappear inch by inch into their shared lover. Jonathan growled, his eyes locked onto Bento's face, watching the young man's expression as he took both of their cocks.
"You okay, Bento?" "Tell us how you're feeling."
Bento bit his lip, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to process the intense sensations coursing through his body.
"I...it's so full," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's too much."
Bento whimpered, his eyes screwed shut, his body trembling with the effort of taking two massive cocks at once. Jonathan paused; his cock buried to the hilt in Bento's ass. He looked at Scott, who was also completely sheathed in the young Brazilian.
"Give him a moment," Jonathan suggested. "We don't want to hurt him."
Scott nodded, his fingers digging into Bento's hips as he waited for the young man to adjust. After a moment, Bento took a deep breath and slowly let it out, his body relaxing slightly. Jonathan and Scott exchanged a quick glance, both knowing that Bento was ready for more. They started to move in unison, their hips thrusting forward and back, their cocks sliding in and out of Bento's tight, stretched hole.
"Fuck, that feels so good," Scott groaned, his eyes locked onto the sight of their cocks disappearing and reappearing from Bento's stretched hole.
He grabbed Bento's cock, which was now rock hard and leaking precum, and began to stroke it in time with their thrusts. Bento let out a loud moan, his back arching as Scott's hand moved over his length, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body. Jonathan could feel the tight clench of Bento's muscles around his cock, the heat and friction sending electric shockwaves straight to his groin. He looked down, watching as his cock slid in and out of Bento's stretched hole, the sight of their bodies joined like this turning him on even more.
He reached around, his hand finding Bento's cock, still rock hard and leaking precum. He started to stroke it in time with his thrusts, feeling the young man's body tense and relax beneath him.
"Jonathan, I'm close," Scott groaned, his hand moving faster on Bento's cock. Jonathan could feel his own orgasm building, the heat and tightness of Bento's ass pushing him closer to the edge. "Me too," he grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into Bento with more force. He looked at Scott, their eyes locked as they both pushed towards the brink. "I want you to cum inside him, Scott," Jonathan growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you cum with me." Scott groaned, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm building. "Fuck, yes." He thrust into Bento one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum filling the young Brazilian's ass. Jonathan let out a low roar, his own body tensing as he felt his orgasm hit him.
He thrust into Bento one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum mixing with Scott's and filling the boy's ass. Bento was moaning loudly beneath them, his body trembling with the force of their orgasms. Jonathan could feel Bento's cock in his hand, twitching and pulsing as the young Brazilian came, his cum spurting out onto his stomach.
Jonathan pulled out of Bento, his cock still rock hard and glistening with a mixture of his and Scott's cum. He watched as Scott also pulled out, their shared cum leaking out of the boy's well-fucked hole. Bento was a panting mess, his body quivering with the aftershocks of their intense double penetration.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Scott groaned, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
Jonathan nodded in agreement; his eyes locked onto Bento's exhausted form. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
"You were amazing, baby," he murmured. "Did you like that?"
Bento let out a soft sigh, his body still trembling.
"Yeah, that was...intense," he said.
The men lay in a heap of entwined limbs and sweat-slicked skin. Their breathing slowly returned to normal. Bento's chest rose and fell rhythmically, his eyes half-closed. Jonathan propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Bento's flushed body. His hair was damp and stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted, panting softly. Jonathan reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He leaned in, kissing the young Brazilian gently on the forehead.
"I need to get back to work," Bento mumbled.
Jonathan nodded, understood that they had kept the young man away from his duties far too long. He reached into his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash.
"Here, take this," he said, pressing the money into Bento's hand. "Consider it a tip for your... services tonight."
Bento looked down at the money, his eyes widening in surprise. He had never received such a large tip before.
"This is too much, sir," he protested, but Jonathan just waved him off.
"No arguments," he said firmly. "You earned it. Now, go on, get some rest. We'll see you again soon."
Bento nodded, tucking the money into his pocket. He gathered his clothes, dressing quickly and quietly, before letting himself out of the room. Jonathan and Scott watched him go, a sense of contentment and satisfaction washing over them.
Once the door clicked shut, they turned to each other, their eyes reflecting the intense experience they had just shared.
"Well, that was...something," Scott said, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Jonathan just nodded, knowing that this chance encounter had ignited something that had been lacking in their relationship for a long time. Hopefully, it could happen again.