Two Hunks In Rio

(Part 1 from 2)

My name is Carol and my friend Sally and I took a gap year after High School to go for six months to Brazil to work on an ecological station in the Amazon river. We were 18 when we left America but were only a month apart in our birthdays and had our 19th birthdays while we were there. It was a great time in lots of ways, but very remote with no one of our age anywhere around. So to celebrate our 19th birthdays, we had the opportunity to go to Rio de Janeiro for a few days, after we had been there about four months. We managed to get a really good deal at a Hilton hotel on one of the famous Rio beaches and after a day’s journey by bus we arrived on a Thursday, to stay until Monday. We were ready to let our hair down and have some great fun for the weekend. We talked all the way down about the clubs we might go to, the boys we might meet, the antics we would get up to and the sex we might have. Both of us had a healthy sex appetite and to say the least were feeling starved of good male company! Both of us went on a contraceptive pill for our trip. Sally had a boyfriend back home, and I had finished with mine just before we left, so there had been no sex for either of us for months, and in any case, this was going to be just a fun weekend with nothing serious. In any case, Sally knew her boyfriend back home would not be averse to some casual sex while she was away. 

The Hilton was a very plush five star hotel, and our room was on the 16th floor. It was a room with lots of space, two king size beds, a comfy couch, and a roomy balcony looking out to the ocean, complete with a couple of chairs and a sun bed. A full-length mirror on the wardrobe ran almost the length of the beds. ‘Mmmmm’ said Sally, as we looked the room over, ‘I’ll bet couples have had fun with that mirror’. ‘Well maybe we will get to try it out’ I responded. 

We unpacked the few things we had brought and then decided to walk down to the nearby beach and explore. Rio beaches are some of the sexiest in the world, packed with scantily dressed beautiful young people. And I mean scantily dressed – certainly compared with American beaches. Lots of the girls wore a thong and skimpy top, and most of the guys wore short shorts, or speedos, and some with a sexy physique were just in G-strings. Our beachwear was never so daring, so one of the first things we did after our stroll along the beach was to go and buy the most skimpy outfit we could find – after all, sex was on our minds and we had to at least compete with the local beauties! We both picked out thong bottoms, so thin they were almost invisible from behind with a tiny V pouch over the front, just enough to cover us legally, and string tops that supported our breasts giving us maximum cleavage with almost nothing on top. Back at the hotel we put them on and standing in front of the mirror decided we both looked as irresistibly sexy as we had ever looked in our lives. Sally is a five foot seven blonde, with blue eyes, slim shapely body and a firm 34C. I was a darker blonde, with shoulder length hair, an inch shorter than Sally but with bigger breasts at 36D but every bit as firm as hers. We decided not to go out again that night, being tired from the long bus ride, so and after a meal, went to bed.

Next morning we decided to hit the beach. It was about 10.30 am and there were lots of people already there. We walked along until we came to about four beach volleyball courts where some guys and girls were playing. We stood to watch, and as there were more people than players, they were rotating on and off every few minutes. There was an American boy who caught Sally’s eye – about 20, blonde wavy hair, athletic build, no shirt just in a pair of dark blue short shorts. He rotated off the court, and after catching Sally’s eye came over and said ‘Like to play?’ Sally was quick on the uptake, ‘Sure’ she said, and before I could say anything he had led her on to the court to teach her how to play. ‘He’s a nice looker’ I thought, ‘maybe just right for Sally’. I was looking at them play when I heard someone calling behind me in a Brazilian accent, ‘You like to play here?’ I turned around, and my breath was taken away as I saw two gorgeous looking boys on another court looking at me, waiting for my reply. They were incredibly good looking, cute and sexy with fantastic sunkissed bodies and wearing nothing but a G-string each. ‘I would love to’ I said, and walked over to them. They took me by one hand each, led me on to the court and explained the basic rules of the game. I could hardly take my eyes off both of them, as they jumped around with their beautiful sexy athletic bodies, displaying not only their athleticism but also their firm naked buttocks. They just oozed sexuality.


I didn’t impress them much with my game, but I could see I did with my body. When we rotated off the court I came to find out that one was called Manuel, the other Paul. Manuel was 19. He was tall, with dark hair, dark brown eyes, great physique and well tanned skin. Paul was a little younger at18, nearly 19, and a little shorter with wavy dark hair, athletic build, a gorgeous smile and very white teeth. As we stood and talked the volley ball game went on without our rejoining it. I told them I was visiting from America with Sally, and we were down for the weekend from our ecological center, hoping to meet some people and have a good time. ‘We can help you do that’ smiled Paul.
‘Have you swum yet’ Manual asked after a while. 
‘No’ I said. He suggested we went and body surfed a few waves, so with both boys holding my hands we ran down to the water to jump and bodysurf the waves. It felt incredibly sexy. I was not used to being so daringly near naked in my thong and top, cavorting in public with two gorgeous equally near naked boys in the Rio sun. What more could I want. After a while, Manuel swam through a wave to me, stood up in front of me and took me in his arms. The water lapped around our waist as we looked into each other’s eyes and our lips slowly came together. As we kissed his hands slid down my back to find my buttocks, which he held in each hand, while mine, taking their cue from him followed the same route. As our lips met and then our tongues, I pulled his buttocks towards me and felt a hardness against my stomach, like he had a prize cucumber tucked away in his G-string. After a few moments another pair of arms came around me, and I pulled back my lips to find Paul holding as tightly as Manual. I turned my face to him, slid one arm around him too and his lips came to mine. My one hand was still on Manuel’s buttock and the other was now on Paul’s. I kissed both boys, my lips going from one to the other. By their eager response I knew they were very excited, thinking like I was that this could be a prelude to some fantastic sex. 

I ran my hands up their buttocks to the band of their G-strings and as we kissed I followed the string around their waists to the front. I found a bulge in each G-string, which was not surprising – but what did surprise me was the size of each. Both felt huge! I fondled each with the palm of my hand outside the skimpy material, then ran my fingers along each shaft. The G-strings could hardly hold them. Holding each through the thin cloth I looked into Manuels eyes, then into Paul’s as both looked intensely into mine, and I whispered, ‘Would you boys like to come back to my hotel?’ They looked at me, then at each other before Paul said ‘Both of us?’ 
‘I mean both of you’ I responded, squeezing the outline of their G-string bulges. 
‘With Sally too?’ he asked. 
‘I think she is going to be busy. Just you two and me’.
’That could be dangerous’ said Manuel, ‘anything could happen’.
‘You are both so gorgeous’ I said, ‘I will make sure something happens’

Paul slid his hand behind the string of my thong and slowly his fingers reached under my ass to find the lips of my pussy from behind. Manual meanwhile, while slid a hand in my front and his fingers came looking for the same treasure from the other direction. I parted my legs to make it a little bit easier for them. As both fingered my cunt, and as both my hands stroked their cocks through the flimsy material of their G-strings I said, ‘Be patient boys, let’s go to the hotel’.

I took one of their hands each in mine and led them out of the water. Their G-strings had become like windsocks. As we walked up the sand to pick up our things I could see other people looking at us enviously. No doubt boys watched these two hunks jealously, and probably the girls were envious of my luck. We got to our things and I picked up a wrap-around skirt I had brought to cover myself walking down to the beach, and wrapped it around my waist. Both boys got into a pair of tiny shorts and a sleeveless vest and picked up their towels. Man, did they look sexy. I went across to Sally who was now in her American boy’s arms. His name was Tim, they were kissing and his hands were holding each of her buttocks. ‘Great’ I thought, ‘she has found a nice boy to fuck with’. I went up to them, and as I did so, they saw me and untangled themselves. ‘Hi Sally’ I said. 
‘Hi Carol, meet Tim’. 
‘Hi Tim’ I said, ‘You two look good together’. 
‘Thanks’ said Tim. 
‘Hey carol’, said Sally, ‘do you mind if I go off with Tim for a few hours. He has a boat he wants to take me out on’. 
‘Just the two of you?‘ I asked knowing full well that it was. 
Putting my lips to her ear I said loud enough for Tim to hear, ‘Just don’t get sunburned in awkward placed when the clothes come off’.
‘I will look after her’ said Tim, gently squeezing her buttocks with an anticipating smile on his face.
‘By the way’ I said, ‘I was just going to say I am going off for a while with these two Brazilian boys, Manual and Paul’. 
She looked them up and down, ‘Wow’ said Sally, ‘You are a greedy girl. Where are you taking them?’ 
‘Back to the hotel’ I said. 
‘You naughty naughty girl’ laughed Sally ‘are you going to handle both?’ 
‘I will tell you later’ I said, ‘but you have fun with Tim’.

I rejoined Manual and Paul and holding each hand as I walked between them we arrived at the Hilton Hotel. I led them through the lobby and we took the elevator to the 16th floor, and on the way up I kissed both boys full on. The elevator stopped and I led the way to the room, opened the door and let them in. 
‘Wow’ they both said in their Brazilian accents as they eyed the space, the two large beds, and the long full length mirror, ‘this is a fantastic room’. I went over and opened the balcony door. I pulled my wrap off, and was back to just my thong and bra. 
‘Get comfortable boys’ I said, and needing no further encouragement, they peeled off their vests and stripped off their shorts, and were back to their black bulging G strings. Man did they look good. I went up to Manual, wrapped my arms around him and we kissed for a few minutes as Paul stood nearby, then I moved across to Paul and did the same with him. ‘I am going to the bathroom for a moment’ I said, ‘I will be back’.

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