Chapter 3: I Think I Love You
On the elevator ride down from the apartment, Diego and I were alone. After what had just taken place between us, back in the apartment bathroom, there was an awkward silence. The silence broken only when we both breathed deeply, as though we were about to speak, but what was to be conversation about our exploits together came only as sighs of desperation, as we anxiously glanced up, one to the other, waiting hopefully for the other to speak first. Neither of us wanted to be the first to broach the subject, but I took the bold first step and opened my mouth, “Was it good for you?”
“Hell yes! You were amazing Jase!” he said, “And you? Did you enjoy it?”
“Diego, I’ve been waiting three whole weeks just to get a glimpse of you. I’m ecstatic! Of course I enjoyed it. I just have one question. We’ve been sharing a bedroom since I arrived here. What took you so long?”
“I was afraid,” he said in a tender tone which seemed to bare his soul to me. “I didn’t know how you would react. But after seeing the way you looked at me in the hallway earlier, I knew that you wanted me as badly as I wanted you. Back at home it’s hard to steal away like this, just the two of us. With Tiago around it’s damn near impossible even to wank-off in private. I’m terribly afraid of what he would think of me. You can’t tell anyone. Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
“I promise,” I said, thinking just as much about my own secret as about his.
“Just one more thing, Jase, I think I love you... Jase, did you hear me? I said: I love you. Jase, answer me!” he said shaking my arm violently.
I had zoned out. “Wait! Diego, please just give me a moment to think!” I said. My mind raced from thought to thought — from Diego to Sandra to my life back home in the States.
The elevator stopped. We were on the ground floor. “Diego, I don’t know. I feel something for you too, but I don’t know if it’s love.” I paused. Feeling dejected, he turned his eyes away from me as he manhandled the ice chest out of the elevator on his own.
“Wait!” I yelled out, as Diego was already ten feet away.
“What?” he screamed back at me.
“Please let me explain,” I begged.
“Okay,” he said, setting the ice chest on the ground and sitting on it. He patted the place next to him. I sat down.
“Diego, you’re really hot. God, I’ve wanted you since I saw you in the airport. But love — that’s a strong word. I like you a lot Diego. But love, I don’t know, perhaps,” I sighed. “Diego, we’ve been spending a lot of time together over the last three weeks. I definitely do have feelings for you, but I don’t know if I would call those feelings love. I know there is something between us — something more than just physical attraction and sexual energy. But love, I just don’t know. Give me time.”
He looked me in the eyes, saying, “I understand,” then placed a tender kiss on my cheek.
Five or six girls making their way down the corridor of the main atrium saw our kiss and began to point and giggle at us. We turned to each other and burst into laughter, joining the girls.
“Come on Jase, we really need to get back to the beach,” Diego said with an urgency in his voice.
“Okay, but let me help you,” I said, “Isn’t that why you called me back to the apartment in the first place?”
“Oh, yeah! Right, to ‘um help me with the ‘um …sodas, right.”
I laughed almost snorting.
We each took a handle and made our way down to the beach, across Avenida Atlantica, stealing glances and giggling at each other the whole way. Finally we made it to the umbrella on the beach, where our family sat waiting anxiously for something cold to quench their thirsts. Diego and I swung the ice chest forward, letting it fall to the sand with a soft thud. As everyone was busy digging eagerly through the ice to find what they wanted, Diego, smiling at me with that devious grin I had recently come to admire, slapped me on my ass and gave it a short squeeze. He leaned into my ear and said, “Catch me if you dare!” and shot off, in a mad dash, toward the ocean.
I stood there for a moment, quickened with fear that someone had seen him goose me. Shaking my head in dismay, I lunged forward into a full-out sprint for him, chasing him into the cool, crystal-clear waters of the Atlantic. Jumping over the cresting breakers, I quickly caught up to him. About three feet from him, with the water slightly above my naval, I lunged forward and tackled him. Missing his torso, my fingers landed a firm hold on the top of his Speedo, just above his sexy little ass, as he turned in retreat.
My fingers maintained a firm grip on the waist of Diego’s Speedo as he surged away from me. He was at least ten feet away before he noticed that although he had managed to escape my attack; his Speedo remained captive in my hand and was being waved above the surf, on display for all to see.
“Give those back!” he yelled out, “Are you crazy!”
A roar of laughter could be heard coming from under the umbrella as our family caught sight of our horseplay.
Tiago splashed into the water behind me, stopping about twenty feet away and shouted, “Hey! Jase, throw it to me!” I turned around, threw the Speedo to Tiago, giggling at the hilarity of the scene. While I was distracted by Tiago, Diego snuck up behind me, grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me under the water. He worked his fingers into the waistline of my Speedo and pulled it off. Taunting me in the same way as I had taunted him, he held my bright yellow Speedo high above his head and waved it in the air yelling out, “Look what I’ve got! Look what I’ve got!”
“Give it back!” I screamed out.
“Not until I get mine back.” Diego commanded.
“Tiago,” I said, “give him back his Speedo.”
“No. I won’t give it back.” he said with a mischievous grin on his face. “Diego, I’ll trade you for it — his for yours.”
“What! That’s not fair!” I yelled.
Diego tossed my Speedo to Tiago as Tiago returned Diego’s Speedo into him.
I began to approach Tiago who was standing significantly closer to the shoreline, but was forced to stop my approach. As frightened as I was of being naked, I was also very much aroused by the twins’ playful disposition. I turned around and sulked off into the deeper waters to, hiding my growing arousal beneath the deeper waters. Diego and Tiago moved towards me, took up positions about six feet away from me on either side and began to toss my Speedo back and forth over my head, in what had to be the most frightening, yet the most arousing game of keep-away in which I’d ever been involved.
I heard a soft feminine voice call out from the shoreline, “Gatinho, is that you?”
I recognized that voice. It was Sandra. “Oh my God!” I thought to myself, “Is this really fucking happening?” I couldn’t acknowledge her — not in this state anyway. I had to get my Speedo back.
“Come on guys!” I commanded rather loudly. “Give me back by Speedo!”
“No!” they both yelled out, “We’re just trying to have a bit of fun.”
“Boys! Boys! That’s enough,” I heard my host father say as he stood in the wet sand at the water’s edge, “Give Jase his Speedo back.”
Tiago returned my Speedo. I put it back own and made my way to the shore as quickly as I could, searching for Sandra. I couldn’t find her. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “I’ll see her later tonight anyway.”
“Boys, come here,” dad said to us, motioning from the umbrella for us to go over and meet him. “Jase, you said yesterday that you wanted to ride a banana boat; so, I went to the boat rental place this morning and put in a reservation for the family for 5:30 this afternoon.”
“Wow! Thanks dad you’re the greatest!” I said.
“That’s great! You’re awesome dad!” the twins said in unison.
“What time is it?” I asked.
Looking at his watch, dad replied, “It’s 5:00 now. You have 30 minutes to do whatever you want, but I suggest you take this time to go to the restroom if you need to go, because the boat ride is going to last about an hour.”
I didn’t need to go to the restroom, but I certainly needed some time alone. “Okay then,” I said, “I’ll meet you all back here at 5:30,” as I turned and began to walk away down the beach. I walked for about five minutes and ended up in front of Sandra’s condominium.
“Oi Gatinho!” I heard in a soft yet excited voice.
I turned around to see Sandra standing in front of me.
“Gatinho!” she said a little more excitedly, as she wrapped her arms firmly around me in a loving embrace.
I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her in return, kissing her softly on her forehead. “Oi Sandrinha!” I said joyfully. “It’s good to see you again. How was your day?”
“It was great! How about yours?” she said softly.
“Short. I slept until 3:00,” I said, asking, “What are you doing this evening?”
“I don’t have any plans for this evening; do you?” she replied.
“I was thinking that maybe we could get together for dinner this evening,” I said shyly, trying not to stare into her eyes.
“That sounds wonderful! Do you know where you want to go?” she answered.
“I don’t know; I’m not from around here. I was thinking that you could choose the restaurant,” I replied.
“Sure I can. What kind of food you like?” she asked.
“Actually, I’m a huge fan of Brazilian food. Do you know of any good churrascarias?” I asked her.
I saw a huge smile form across her face, as she responded excitedly, “There is a great restaurant about two blocks from my condo!”
“Listen, Sandra. I have to get back to my family; we’re riding the banana boat at 5:30 and I need to make my way down the beach,” I said, softly kissing her hand. “I’ll see you about 7:30 tonight?”
“See you then Gatinho!” she said excitedly, as she hugged me.
About a block away from where it left my family, I saw Diego motioning for me to hurry up. Mom, dad, Mariana, and Tiago were already sitting on the boat. There was only one seat left, and both Diego and I needed to get on. Diego climbed aboard, leaving a space enough for me to squeeze between himself and Tiago. Turning around, he patted the small space behind him, motioning for me to join them.
Sitting down, I noticed that Diego was sitting on my hand strap.
“Diego, you’re sitting on my hands strap, I might fall off if I can’t hold on,” I said, leaning forward with my mouth next to his ear.
“No worries Jase!” he said almost excitedly, while grabbing my hands, wrapping them firmly against his body. Doing so, he firmly pressed his glistening back into my chest, again saying softly, “No worries.”
“What was this boy playing at, who admitted not two hours earlier that he was terrified by what his parents and twin brother would think if they found out he liked boys? Why was he, all of a sudden, being so bold? We were in plain sight of his brother, for Christ’s sake!” I thought to myself.
“Everyone ready?” the man in the towboat yelled, as the banana boat lurched forward from the sand to the water. The family let out a shrill of excitement.
I pulled myself tighter into Diego to maintain my balance. Doing so inadvertently nestled my crotch firmly against the supple yet firm mounds of Diego’s beautiful ass, so gently cradled in the light-blue fabric of his Speedo. As the banana boat sped through the cresting waves of Praia Central, each ascent sent me pressing harder and harder into Diego’s back, rubbing my crotch tightly against his ass.
Diego grabbed at my hands, as best he could amidst the undulating motion of the boat and waves, forcing my hands ever lower down his hard abs, wet from the salty mist of the sea, flexing rhythmically to maintain his balance.
After we crossed out into the deep, leaving the surf of the shoreline behind us, the ride began to smooth out making it possible to relax a little. When I started to relax my grip on Diego and to move my chest from his back, he pushed back with his bottom into my crotch, then leaning back, said, “Jase, are you enjoying the ride?” elbowing me suggestively.
“Yes,” I said, with a wicked grin creeping across my lips, knowing that he had to have noticed my growing erection poking at his backside.
Diego pushed his butt harder into my crotch, grinding as he pushed. His forceful pushing broke my ass’s grip on the yellow seat of the banana boat, causing me to slip backwards toward Tiago and to crash into his crotch with my ass.
“Oh my God!” I said loudly, in disbelief, feeling Tiago’s erection firmly pressed against my tight little bum.
“What?” Diego exclaimed, looking back at me.
“Nothing” I answered insistently.
“No! What is it? What’s wrong?” Diego asked in a caring tone.
Leaning in, so that I wouldn’t need to yell it out, I said softly in his ear, “Your brother’s got a hard on!”
“So do I,” he answered back, pushing his sexy, sexy ass even harder into my crotch, as he maneuvered my hands so that they embraced the growing shaft of his eight inch cock through the front of his Speedo.
“I thought you were scared?” I asked, with a puzzled tone in my voice.
“Yes I am. But this is fucking hot!” Diego chuckled back.
Looking back at Tiago, I asked him, “You okay back there? Enjoying the ride?”
A devious little grin forming on his lips, he shouted, “I’m having a great time!” Leaning to my ear he added softly, “Please don’t tell.”
“I won’t,” I promised him.
“Thanks,” he said timidly.
“Don’t worry. I don’t want this to end either,” I said then turned back around pushing my ass hard into Tiago’s steaming rock hard cock.
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Sorry it took so long to get this update published. I'll try to have the following chapters published in a more timely manner, but it's flu season and I've been substitute teaching pretty regularly.
Hopefully I'll have the next chapter by the end of the weekend.
Peace and Love,
Jase
