Good fortunes

by brazboy   

Felix wants love, but he can’t even start imagining how to get it. He goes to the fortune teller for help, and gets told that maybe love will be the one to find him first.

Note: seu means sir or mister; dona means madam or miss.

It is March of 1923, one year after the centennial of Brazilian independence.

A big German airship crosses the sky of a medium-sized city which lay squeezed between the water of a big bay and the hills of the Brazilian hinterland. Its ports are busy, as travelers come and go to and from Rio de Janeiro, on the other side of these narrow blue waters, while others come from much more distant states, and even from overseas, crowing the streets of the busy town. In the city’s main road, Felix walks at a fast pace towards the main post office where he is handed a letter from home, alongside some money that his family had sent to help him with his living expenses in the state capital.

Anxious as always, Felix immediately sits in a bench, still inside the massive building of the post office, and carefully reads the pages and pages of words he received from home. Most are banalities: things about the neighbors, piglets that were born, bulls that were killed, someone married who here, someone else who was sick there. Other things, however, are of extreme importance—his grandpa is doing well after having recovered from a fever, and his younger brother is about to marry.

Reading that last one makes Felix sigh, sensing what complications that would bring to his life. Now he is to soon become the last of the three brothers who was single, and worse, his younger brother is to wed a beautiful lady from Minas Gerais who came from a very good family; in other words, quite a catch. Surely, their mother would never again allow Felix to forget about it… and there it is in the letter: questions about his own future, an inquisition about his marriage prospects in Rio. Who is he meeting? Does he talk to his father’s contacts in the capital? They could surely introduce them to some people, have him invited to balls. “We also have a cousin in Petropolis,” and so on. Felix can sense his mother’s impatience when writing these words by how her handwriting turns careless and rushed at that point. Clearly, if he didn’t find a wife soon, she’ll find one for him, and he won’t have peace in his relationship with his family until that day arrives.

The prospect of that makes Felix’s heart tremble in despair and nervousness. Unlike his brothers, who clearly had a way with women, Felix seems to have much trouble wooing ladies, mostly due to a lack of general and particular interest. He doesn’t think much about it but, when if he does, he’d say he has never fallen in love, nor does he expect to ever find a lady he wanted to share his life with. It is not so much that Felix is unattractive to women, or overly shy—he is the tallest of his brothers, and is widely considered as more handsome than the oldest one and better built than the youngest one, being thus generally seen as the outstanding “package” of the three. And yet, it is a fact that he is the one left over.

In truth, Felix does at times flirt with this or that woman, usually out of boredom, but those things usually don’t last as he feels bad about having no plan of furthering their relationship, and that leads to him breaking contact quickly enough. One exception Felix doesn’t like to remember was when, after betting with friends, the handsome lad got a pretty heiress to walk with him in the park, and then successively meet him several times a week, for over three months. He knew she was thinking of something more serious than he was, but it wasn’t until he heard her father mention marriage that he pushed her away and vanished from her sight. The only thing he got from that relationship ended up being terrible guilt and the 10:000 réis of his bet with his friends, which he got himself to spend until today.

That’s why, leaving the post office, Felix fears not so much that he can’t attract a woman, but that he’ll never find the one that is to be his one true love.

As he is burdened by those thoughts, walking around the city, Felix sees a sign hanging in front of an old colonial house. “Fortune Teller: see your future, bring love in three days,” it said. Nervously, he approaches and then enters the relatively small door below the sign, feeling immediately the strong smells of incense that fill the air inside and confuse his nose.

“What for?” he is asked by the light voice of a small brown lad with green eyes, who is sitting with a book on his lap, reading.

“Excuse me?” he asks, and the boy now looks at Felix, unamused.

“What are you here for, uncle?” he asks, addressing Felix as such due to their roughly 15-year age difference. Despite hearing the question clearly, Felix stays silent for a while, almost not knowing what to respond.

Finally, he manages to find an answer that’s generic and truthful enough for him: “Love… love and my future,” he says, and the boy nods.

“All right. Sit down, uncle, Tia Carminha will call you in in a second. It will be 500 réis,” he says, and Felix takes out five 100 bills and pays the boy, who then points to a chair before lowering his big green eyes back towards his book. Once sitting, Felix waits while playing with his fingers, nervously. In a couple moments—who knows how long?—a door opens and a lady leaves, crying. Then, a sweet voice calls from the other room.

“You may come in,” she says, and Felix does exactly that. Before he notices it, the boy is closing the door behind him, and Felix is in the next room basically alone with the fumes, looking at Tia Carminha. She is a sturdy woman, maybe in her 40s or 50s—she is pretty, or had once been, and her body is covered in rich fabrics, as were her walls. She looks rather stern, with a richly tanned skin and the same green eyes that the boy outside possessed. Despite the harshness of her face, though, she smiles at Felix as he enters, and invites him to sit down, which he does.

“So, you want to know the future, lad? Your future…” she says, and Felix bites his lips and nods, swallowing dry. How could she know? Perhaps that’s what most people came to her for.

“Yes, ma’am, I… I want to know when I will find my soulmate… you see, I am already 23, and my mother, my family wants me to marry as quickly as possible. I can fear their nervousness rise, and that worries me. I feel that I go through life, and I just can’t find the right woman. If I don’t find someone soon, I fear my family might do it for me, and I worry I shall not be happy with someone I do not love,” Felix explains, and Tia Carminha nods, and then throws some conch shells on her table.

“I see… lad… you are a very unique one. And it seems your… beloved… will be also rather unique. The conch shells are not very specific about it but…” she starts and then picks one of them with her hand and hands it to Felix. “I think you’ll find your love very, very soon, maybe as soon as you leave here. Yes… this much is clear. Your love is from very far away, very unique, and you’ll meet it soon,” she says, and Felix gasps.

“Tia, and where will I meet her? I… how do I convince her she is my love?” Felix asks, his heart skipping a beat suddenly excited. The fortune teller laughs.

“Lad, you can’t tame love like a bull, you must adapt to it like water. What the shells tell me is that… you just have to be yourself, your true self, and your heart will be quickly fulfilled. It is not that you have been searching in the wrong places, but your eyes are closed…” she says and Felix is confused, but optimistic.

“So I simply have to open my eyes?” he asks, and then puts his hands on the table. “And how do I do it, tia?” Felix asks excited.

“You have to get to know yourself better, lad, and do it quickly,” he responds, as her tone shifts and becomes more and more somber. “Because if you don’t, lad, then you’ll miss your chance, perhaps forever,” she completes, and that makes Felix’s stomach drop. What does being his true self mean? How can he open his eyes? He is looking around as hard as he can, why is it not enough?

Felix does ask all those questions, but Tia Carminha refuses to respond to them or gives very cryptic replies. “It is your guts and not the shells who’ll teach you the response,” she tells him, before selling Felix a candle for illumination and sending him away.

Felix leaves the room with mixed feelings, but determines to try hard to open his eyes as soon as he could, as well as watching attentively every woman who comes around him, as she could well be the one. That lasts about an hour, when it dawns on Felix that he might have been swindled.

Felix is getting back to the pension where he lived for lunch when he sees a cab departing from the front of the large two-story house. He watches as the horses and then the vehicle move away, lifting some dust, then he steps up the stairs to the front door and enters the pension, leaving the busy and noisy world outside.

“Felix, oh, good lad! What an opportune timing! This is going to be your neighbor starting tonight! His name is Honorato and he comes from Belém, imagine that! All the way from the north!” says the owner of the pension, with her thick Portuguese accent, as she shows Felix a tall and handsome stud who turns around towards him and nods slightly. This man, Honorato, is even taller than Felix, which was rare, as he stood himself at 182 centimeters of height. His skin had the color of bronze, but his handsome eyes were a mix of brown and green and yellow. Honorato’s body clearly fills his perfectly fitting clothes with a muscular and perfect male shape of his frame, which enhances the handsomeness of his face.

“I’m pleasured to meet you, Felix,” says Honorato, extending his hand to Felix, who shakes it, and smiles. His grip is strong, and resolute. Felix feels something weird in his chest as their hands shake—maybe he was a bit competitive?

“The pleasure is all mine, Honorato, I’m at your orders,” replies Felix, and then as they separate their hands, the owner of their pension glances at them lads.

“Can you show him the second floor for me, Felix? Unlike you, he arrived at a most unfortunate time, most unfortunate,” she asks, looking around, clearly busy as its time for lunch, and most boarders ate lunch at the pension.

“Of course, Dona Maricota, you’d better go take care of the lunch before Seu Joca starts complaining,” responds an amused Felix, trying to sound courteous and polite as always. Dona Maricota laughs, before leaving the two of them to themselves, and going back to the kitchen.

“Who is Seu Joca?” asks Honorato, standing up straight—as he looks up to see his face, Felix can clearly tell the other lad is at least 10 centimeters taller than him, quite a creature. Appraising Honorato, of course, means that Felix looks him up and down, absorbing again the perfection of his frame, not hidden or enhanced by clothing. He also notices that Honorato is only carrying one bag—not much luggage for someone moving to the other side of the country, thinks Felix. All other things aside, however, the two lads instantly recognize themselves as being close in age and stations in life, which creates between them an instant connection—albeit initially more of a potential than a realization in and of itself.

“That’s an older man who lives in our floor… I’m in room 7, and you’ll be in room 8, which is the only one that’s empty. He is… I think he is a former military officer who got, you know, discharged after the Lash Revolt 13 years ago,” Felix says, and then shrugs. “Anyhow, Honorato, let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you around, but first… just a quick summary on the ground floor. This room where we are is the living room, which you can use whenever you want as well as the library, in the back,” continues Felix, until he is interrupted by a surprised Honorato.

“A library! That’s amazing!” says Honorato, and Felix nods as walk slowly through the living room and towards the door to the relatively small but richly decorated library.

“I know, it’s very rare but… this house used to belong to a rich family before, well, you know, they moved out and Dona Maricota bought it… and after her children moved away and her husband died, she… she converted the house into a pension. We are lucky that the infrastructure here is well kept by her, even if that means having to follow her rules,” explains Felix, as they enter the room and Honorato glances around at some books.

“So, we can read any of them?” he asks, and then glances around, before his eyes falling on Felix, who nods.

“Yes, but they can’t leave the library, so as to minimize risks,” Felix explains, and Honorato nods.

“And what about the other rooms and toilets?” asks Honorato, and Felix walks out towards the living room again, and points to the other side of the hallways, as the other lads follows him.

“Basically, to the left here, you have the kitchen and the dining room, which are open as well but only in some specific hours. To the right, there’s the women’s rooms… four of them and their bathroom; of course, they are beyond the limits for us; consider that side of the house as accessible as paradise,” jokes Felix, and Honorato laughs.

“Not very Christian of you to say that, Felix!” responds Honorato between laughs, and then he smirks. “Rather, I shall consider it to be like hell, a place of sinners; not necessarily hard to access, but yet, filled with perdition,” he adds, and it is Felix’s turn to snort and roll his eyes with scorn.

“Are you coming to the capital to enter the seminary, perhaps?” mocks Felix, and Honorato grins.

“Not at all, I am too fond of the pleasures of the flash to become a priest… but that doesn’t include inviting the ire of Dona Maricota,” jokes Honorato pointing backwards, causing Felix to laugh.

“Dona Maricota? She is strict but fair, like a big… mother, almost. Anyway, we should carry on with the little house tour before the lunch is cold; let’s go upstairs,” responds Felix, as they climb the stairs right in front of them to find a replica, almost, of the first floor.

“Is it the same as downstair? Rooms and toilets to the right?” asks Honorato, and Felix nods.

“Pretty much, except here there’s also rooms to the left, atop the kitchen and stuff. So yea, that means we are twice as many men as the women for the same number of bathrooms—one. Anyway, our rooms are to the right here, yours… yours is the biggest one but also the one immediately next to the bathroom wall,” explains Felix and then he takes Honorato to the door of his room. “Did Dona Maricota give you the key?” he asks, as Honorato nods.

“Yes,” he says, picking it up from his pocket and then opening the door to a screeking sound. “Wow, it’s big, nicer than I thought too,” he comments, whistling as he enters his room. Felix stays outside but does peek in.

“As I told you, we are lucky here. Dona Maricota takes good care of the house, and of us… now I’ll let you get yourself settled. I’ll be downstairs if you need something and… otherwise, you can probably find me in my room, which is just next door to yours. You can come knock at my door anytime you need,” Felix offers, and Honorato smiles back to him and nods.

“Thank you, Felix. It was nice to meet you.”

“No, thank you, and I hope you have a great time here with us,” responds Felix, before leaving to go get some lunch, leaving the door to Honorato’s room open behind him. He doesn’t think much about it then and there, but his heart is pulsating fast after just a few minutes with that man. It was… he doesn’t know what to think, but it felt like back when he was a teen, with Guilherme. But those, those memories hurt a lot, and he’d rather not think about them.

Felix leaves his room carrying his towel and his soap, walking with his light pajamas to the shared men’s bathroom at the end of the hallway. He likes to shower at night because he feels cleaner that way, but also because it is less likely that he would find other men in the bathroom at that late hour, well past dinnertime. Confidently, Felix enters the collective bathroom and starts undressing, getting naked in his tight but not particularly muscular body, which he spends a moment appreciating—he has a nice amount of hair on his pecs, and in a line from his navel to his groin, but not much more. After getting naked, Felix whistles tunelessly as he grabs his soap and towel and walks to the other side of the bathroom where the shower is, and turns on the hot water. He starts scrubbing himself clean, giving his ass and thick arms and nice pecs a bit extra attention, before he turns to his long and chubby manhood, which he felt deserves a tight squeeze.

“Hmmm, I wonder when will I meet my lady,” he thinks, and starts stroking his cock under the hot water, getting himself hard. As his manhood hardens and he gets hornier, Felix can’t seem to avoid thinking about a sturdy lad he saw at the harbor the other day, helping dock the ships, shirtless and glistening in sweat under the sun. He never understood why when touching his cock he thinks of those things—other lads—and tries to avoid it, but he can’t, since he hasn’t met his lady yet.

“Yeaa, hmmm, it’s so nice,” Felix moans and mumbles as his cock throbs and oozes abundant pre. He rubs its hardness up and down more and more quickly. As he starts actually beating his cock with any consciousness, making his balls sway up and down and slap his legs, Felix’s mind floats to think of another man he saw earlier today—a handsome stud jumping out of a moving tram, so agile and sharp like a jaguar! His light clothes had certainly fit him well, and the image of the jumping hunk would be carved in Felix’s mind for the rest of his life. As the image of that lad’s thick and muscular arms get so clear in Felix’s imagination, he moans, and then suddenly he realizes his face is a modified version of Guilherme’s 18-year-old allure added to that hunk’s body. The image, which suddenly pops in his head without invitation, is so hot, but so uncanny—Felix feels bad, but can’t avoid continuing to masturbate to the image of his former best friend, moaning louder and louder, the beating of his cock and the slapping of his balls dominating and filling the bathroom with sound… until Felix hears a horrible noise, which makes his heart skip a beat: a gasp and a cough coming from the door of the male bathroom where Felix is pleasuring himself publicly.

“There’s someone else here,” thinks Felix in panic, as a rush of adrenaline overtakes his body and he immediately ejaculates, his balls trembling and collapsing and his cock throbbing and forcing out gush after gush of thick manly juices, until his handsome abs and well-kept pecs are covered in white sticky seed. Felix pants and moans and gasps, as he ejaculates without control in the presence of the mysterious figure, only managing to see who it is when his orgasm ends, and the water starts washing down his cum.

And then he sees there, at the door, stands Honorato—he stands and stares, properly inside the bathroom, watching Felix, who just then noticed his immense presence, to Felix’s own horror. The orgasmic lad’s reaction is, then, as delayed as it is useless: embarrassed, covered in cum, and drooling, he turns around to hide his cock, giving Honorato a view of his firm ass and his balls hanging under it, between his sturdy legs.

“F…fuck, I… I’m sorry, Honorato, I thought everyone else was sleeping and it… I swear, I don’t usually do this, it was unintentional!” apologizes Felix as if he had been caught committing a crime. Honorato, meanwhile, stands silent, swallows dry, and licks his lips.

When first seeing what Felix was doing, Honorato’s original reaction had been thinking of walking away and leaving Felix to himself—he could just pretend not to have seen what he saw, which could have easily been kept a secret as it was apparent that Felix hadn’t noticed Honorato’s presence watching him at first. The problem with that rational decision, however, is that Honorato lost too much time finding his eyes to be hypnotized by the large 27-centimeter-long manhood Felix was jacking under the hot water of the shower, while moving his perfect muscles like a professional, and that, unfortunately, took some blood that ought to have gone to Honorato’s decision-making head and redirected it to his whole different head, down under.

“Ohhh, no… I’m the one who is sorry, I should have… hmmm, knocked? I am sorry, I’ll leave now…” says Honorato, also burning with embarrassment, before Felix interrupts him.

“No, man, I don’t want to stop you, I’ll just get dry and leave, it’s my fault,” Felix says turning off the water and moving to grab his towel, as the two men try to be the first to leave the bathroom, until they both stop as they rub against each other next to the door, seeing how stupid that rush to blame themselves is, and laugh—water dripping from Felix on Honorato’s pajamas.

“Uhhh, I really don’t mind showering at the same time as you, if you don’t,” says Honorato, and Felix nods.

“Me neither… I won’t… do it again… ever,” he says, and Honorato nods, turning the other way as he starts to undress himself, and Felix goes back under the water, peeking at Honorato at times, as he pretends to be 100% focused on soaping himself again, and getting rid of cum which had landed on his skin and the hair on his abs and chest.

“Ah… good… not that I plan on preventing you from washing your… dick…” responds Honorato, as he reveals his muscular upper body, and then removes his pants and underwear, showing his buns and, in the reflex in the mirror, his long limp snake. Seeing that perfect overgrown and greatly defined specimen of a male, Felix’s hands squeeze his rod again, watching that massive softie wobble, those thick bronze pecs completely hairless as they trembled and flexed, making Felix almost gasp. He manages to contain any louder noise, even if Honorato does notice him whimper.

“You… you are massive,” comments Felix, almost unconsciously, as he gropes his own semi-hard manhood, which is still dribbling leftover orgasmic juices. When Honorato laughs as a reaction, making his muscles tremble and his cock sway around, Felix blushes. “I… didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he says, as he watches Honorato walk to the showerhead next to his and turn it on, and then start scrubbing his own muscles with his own soap.

“I know… I heard comments like that a lot back in Pará too… I know my body is a bit unusual,” says Honotaro, with a mix of pride and embarrassment, as he soaps his abs and then lower, moving to his massive limp rod and balls. As Felix is also cleaning his crotch, the two men smile to one another, again feeling a sort of exquisite masculine bond—totally platonic, they tell themselves, even as their hearts start beating faster and faster, and their blushes don’t come just from the hot shower water. The two handsome and well-above average lads are now showering so close that sometimes their arms bump when they are soaping and washing themselves, sometimes so often that it could have seemed to happen on purpose. Yet, they continue chatting about trivial matters, as if they weren’t naked next to one another, and reacting in their groins to the other’s nakedness. Felix’s cock stands up again and after that it doesn’t soften even for a second, while Honorato’s starts to harden, reaching its full 35-centimeter-long size, and then bobs up and down in a furious and heavy, dribbling purple. Eventually, Honorato scrubs his glans, but somehow it doesn’t feel too awkward as they chat about the city and themselves. He scrubs his glans so well that when he finishes, he is panting, but he dares not spill his juices in front of Felix.

After showering and dressing up again, the lads tell each other good-night and go into their rooms. Usually, Felix would then have fallen asleep, but tonight he has to beat his rod until it spits its juices—not only once, but twice. No image even tries to visit his mind this time other than that of Honorato, naked, standing and touching himself besides him in the shower. While no noises come from Honorato’s room, Felix does wonder if he is still sleeping or… if not, if his manly hand is also wrapped around his cock, jerking it off.

He could have guessed, but he didn’t dare. The answer is: of course, it was.

Felix and Honorato have gotten pretty close in the week since the later moved into the pension. The lads play card games at night in the living room, and during the day Felix shows Honorato the town, introducing him to people, revealing secret places, opening doors and taking him to bars and sambas. They go to the beach and swim together in the warm water, wearing only shorts as they compete to see who can go farther from the sand, leading Honorato to swim so far that he is closer to the other shore than to their original side of the bay. Later, Felix also shows Honorato the lake near the hill where once again they swim, but now naked, like that day in the shower, and there they wrestle in the mud, until their bodies are covered in it and their drooling manhoods are hard and rubbing on one another, and they go to get them soft in the cold water.

And so, despite the shortness of time, one could even say the two of them become inseparable, like best friends, a relationship which probably gains deeper roots at a faster pace than usual due to their parallel exile from their hometowns in the capital, and sameness in age as well as interests—each other, above all. The lads are soon not only enjoying each other’s company but counting on it for emotional support when things get rough, sharing books and even money when one forgets their wallet to this or that place.

It is hard to explain what is going through the lads’ minds in these times, but it suffices to say that despite it being autumn, it feels like spring to them.

Suddenly, in a cold March night, a storm befalls their town. It is almost like summer doesn’t want to end, and so it has to be dragged away fighting and resisting by a cold front—with the thunder, gushing winds, and high waves that such encounters of hot and cold airs usually provoke. As all the waters in the sky seem to fall at once, the rivers which cross the city suddenly start rising and with little place to go between the hills and the furious ocean, their waters start invading the streets and houses of the low-lying downtown area. Felix’s pension, unfortunately, is one of such places, and the sudden flooding of the first floor leads to Dona Maricota waking up in the middle of night to lead the resistance.

“Push the bags of rice against the doors, yes son, that’s good!” orders Maricota, coordinating the lads like a general, despite her age, as three of the guests move eight large 10kg bags of rice (which would be spoiled with the water anyway) towards the kitchen door, to try and stop the wet invasion. Once she is satisfied with that and inspects the other doors, Maricota reunites all 19 of the guests (not every room had only one person) in the living room for an emergency meeting. As everyone gathers, electricity flickers and the sound of thunders roils around them.

“I feel that we have done the best we can to keep the house safe, the rest is with my Saint Peter,” she says, and some whisper “Amen” and gesture the cross, while most of us remain silent, sweaty after all that movement, barely dressed, men and women, wearing only night gowns. “However, I can’t in good faith let our girls sleep here on the first floor. I need some of our gentlemen from the second floor to volunteer to share rooms and sleep together, so we can free up some rooms upstairs for the girls for the night,” she announces, and the men look uneasy at each other.

The truth is that although the 10 men inhabiting Dona Maricota’s have been living under the same ceiling for a while, they aren’t all that well acquainted, and wouldn’t necessarily want to share the same living quarters. Clearly, rooms 1 and 3 are impossible to share, as they are already inhabited by couples of brothers. Room 4 is also out of the question, because it is used by a married couple Dona Maricota had taken in despite the upper floor being technically for boys. So, it really is between the lads in rooms 2 and 5 to 8—they’d almost necessarily be sharing a bed today, only one of them could really survive and get away with murder.

“I’m fine with it,” said the Seu Joca, and then Dona Maricota nods, acknowledging his helpfulness before staring at the four of the lads who were left. Then, Felix was the first to raise his hand.

“I can do it too, the girls can get my room, it’s one of the biggest ones,” he proclaims, and immediately after Honorato raises his hand as well, keeping a straight face despite Felix’s surprised stare.

“If you want to you can sleep in my room!” he offers, and Maricota smiles.

“That’s mighty generous of you two, lads,” she says, and then stares at the other three men who glance between each other, not wanting to be who’d sleep with Seu Joca. “Who else?” pressures Dona Maricota, and soon one of them falters. Five minutes after that, under Dona Maricota’s strict orders and supervision, all are in the rooms they’ll be occupying for the night, as the storm continues to rage outside.

Almost as soon as that happens, the lights go dark.

“Did you take everything you need from your room?” asks Honorato, as he and Felix are alone in the former’s large bedroom, which is decorated similarly to all other rooms in the pension—with outdated, but well maintained, good taste. Despite their pension having electrical light usually, energy had been cut due to the storm in the whole of the city, so the lads use the candle Felix had bought from the Fortune Teller for light.

It is not much light, but it’s something—at least it allows them to see each other’s eyes and the reflection of the candle on their handsome faces.

“Yes, I just wanted to get the candle and my clothes for tomorrow, since I’m wearing pajamas now and don’t want to bother the ladies…” says Felix, sitting on Honorato’s bed where the more muscular man is already laying, glancing at him. He had removed his shirt when he entered his room, and so Honorato’s thick upper body is perfectly exposed, as it moves up and down with his irregular breathing. As Honorato watches Felix sit, there is a moment of silence between them, when only their breathing and the strong wind and water hitting the window can be heard.

“Do you think it’s awkward, that we are to sleep in the same bed?” asks Honorato, almost in a whisper. Felix bites his lips, not knowing well what to respond to that. Images of Honorato naked soon cross his mind, especially because the hunk is shirtless beside him, but he can’t reveal that. These sinful images have been popping in Felix’s brain more than he wants to admit and, to his horror, he likes them, and he likes returning to them. It sure does feel awkward that they are showing up now, though, when Honorato is right beside him.

“No,” he lies. “We are men, the two of us, and we are just… sharing a bed to help the women, being chivalrous. There’s nothing you have that I don’t, and the same the other way round,” he completes, and Honorato nods, slowly, and then sighs as he grabs a blanket and pulls it over himself.

“You are right, of course,” says Honorato, quickly. “Good night, then, Felix,” he adds, and Felix doesn’t know how to react to that sudden shut down. He doesn’t know what is the right thing to do or say but he knows one thing for certain… he doesn’t want the interaction to end yet. He wants to extend it, enjoy it, dwell on it. Every moment with Honorato is so full of delight, so precious, he knows he’ll play it in his head again several times. Felix wants to talk to Honorato all night long if he could, and even longer.

“Well…” Felix says, stretching the syllable as long as he can until he finds how to continue, causing Honorato to open his eyes, still under the blanket. “You know, when I think better about it, I guess it can be a little awkward, like that time we showered together,” he mumbles almost coherently, and suddenly Honorato is paying attention. It’s the first time they’ve mentioned that event since it happened, more than ten days ago.

“Yea, it is natural to be a little awkward, isn’t it? We are both men but… it doesn’t mean we are used to other men… when our bodies bump, it can be awkward… not bad, just… different. Even as men, our bodies are still different, not quite… the same,” proclaims Honorato, and Felix nods, sitting with his back to Honorato. He is suddenly glad for this strategic positioning as it means that his rod remains invisible to Honorato even as it starts to stand up under his night clothes.

“Yeah, you and I aren’t exactly the same. I mean, your muscles are bigger than mine, and you are taller… and even between your legs, you outshine me. It’s not bad at all, though,” he says, and then sighs. “I guess it allows us to be curious about each other,” suggests Felix, almost as a question, as if asking for permission, but with a strong enough tone that the sentence carried an affirmative value to it. Honorato does pick up on it, and decides to go with that affirmation, strengthening it.

“I am curious about you, Felix, and not just because of your curly hair and your blue eyes, or your broad shoulders and your thin waist… I’m curious about you because it’s you…” Honorato says, making Felix blush. The larger man sits up on his side of the bed, and lays a hand onto Felix’s shoulder from behind in the dim light. Felix gasps, and at once his rod trembles and he straightens his back. It’s like a bolt of electricity passes through his body, much stronger than the noisy storm outside, as Honorato touches his shoulders and then lowers his hands towards his waist as he speaks, making Felix almost moan.

“I’m curious about you too,” Felix responds, and bites his lips to prevent any embarrassing moans from leaving his mouth. “Maybe we should do a game. What if we promise to answer to each other’s questions most faithfully?” he says, turning around slightly, as he raises one leg onto Honorato’s bed, resting it over one of Honorato’s legs unintentionally, but still managing to position himself so that his erect bulge would be unnoticed by its cause—Honorato and his delicious body. What Felix can’t know in this position, of course, is that his mate is equally hard—but longer, and along one of the legs of his pants, hidden under the blanket.

“That sounds… exciting,” whispers Honorato in clear restraint, as he lowers his torso until his face spoke almost to Felix’s ears, making his whole self tremble in frisson.

“Yes… so shall we do it?” he asks, and Honorato responds affirmatively. Felix then tells the other lad to start, and Honorato bites his lips.

“What do you think of me?” asks Honorato after thinking for a second. Felix knows not how to respond, and he thinks about it for several seconds.

“I like your presence, and I like being here with you now. Although we have only known each other for a week or so, I feel that I’ve shared more with you than with people who have known me for years,” admits Felix, which makes Honorato blush, as it was clearly all true. Honorato moved his hand around Felix’s back, groping and massaging it.

“It is a very short time…” whispers Honorato, almost as if to himself. “Too short to know if one can trust… another,” he completes, and Felix turns around then, glancing at Honorato’s big hazel eyes, visible even in the dark.

“I know… and… maybe it doesn’t make sense… but I feel… ah… I don’t know how to put it into words… but I feel I can trust you. I feel I want to trust you as much as I want to be with you… I feel that in my mind and my whole body, it is the weirdest thing… I’ve never felt such thing before…” says Felix, each word uttered with frustration and relief, mixed with confusion and pain. These feelings, towards Honorato, are something Felix doesn’t think much about, much less spend energy naming them—he just feels, and then he feels great embarrassment for feeling it, which makes it painful, but not less real. As each word is clearly a torture for him to get out, Honorato eventually interrupts Felix.

“I don’t know if it’s quite the same with me… but I feel a pull towards you,” says Honorato, way more confidently. His hand moves behind Felix’s back and pulls him in, until their torsos collide, but not their faces. They can smell and feel each other’s breathing, though, as well as each other’s scent. It is arousing to the both of them, and almost involuntarily Felix wraps his legs around Honorato’s lower torso. “I know how to call it, in my case. I… I call it love, because it is the same that other men feel for women, what I feel for you… but I am a monster, unlike you, who is human,” admits Honorato, and Felix shakes his head violently, grabbing Honorato’s hand.

“Yes! I mean… I feel like that too… I have these… these unnatural thoughts… crossing my head… telling me to act unnaturally… but it doesn’t make us monsters,” he whispers, afraid of who might hear it, staring intensively towards Honorato’s eyes. “It just makes me want to be with you,” he then completes, and pulls his head so their lips cross the last five centimeters between them, and soon the lads are devouring each other’s hungry mouths as their tongues slide around each other, swirling and invading the other lad. Their torsos now rub fully, as Felix shifts his body towards Honorato and lowers himself on top of the more muscular man. Both of their throbbing hardons are felt against the other now, painfully and evidently sexual, and also obviously responsive to their kissing.

“No…” Honorato responds, panting between kisses. “I mean, yes, I want you… fuck,” they kiss again, this time Honorato rips Felix’s shirt and reveals his delicious lean torso, before turning him around on the bed so he is himself on top, lowering his head to kiss those delicious exposed pecs, licking Felix’s nipples, making both of their hidden cocks tremble and drool. “I do want you, of course… but I mean more. I am a sodomite, but also, I am a monster. Where you are a human, I am a monster,” he says, and Felix moans gloriously, before he grabs Honorato’s head and pulls it to look at his face.

“How? What do you mean by that? We look the same…” he asks, confused. “Answer faithfully,” commands Felix, as if it were a part of their game. Honorato sighs.

“I… I want to tell you, but I fear so much for your reaction,” he says, and Felix smiles kindly.

“What can be more than us… being sodomites together? Honorato, there’s nothing I can use against you after you know that about me… after what we are about to do,” says Felix, almost amusedly. Honorato, however, is torn and anxious.

“My love, I can lose your affection,” he says, almost hurt. Felix then shakes his head, rubbing Honorato’s thick muscles now.

“Look, of course we only know so much of each other, and our feelings may change… but I promise you, I will stand by you, I am sure whatever your secret is, it won’t change us here and now… and besides, you promised me to respond to my questions…” argues the smaller lad, and Honorato sighs.

“I… no… it’s better I show you,” he says, jumping off the bed and standing up. Honorato pulls down and then kicks out his pants, revealing his massive boner which throbs and slaps against his abs, as massively huge as Felix remembered it to be. Seeing Honorato’s glorious naked form makes Felix feel… amazed, horny, and lucky. Lucky he can see Honorato but also, for the first time, lucky he likes men. He is sad for other men who can’t appreciate someone like Honorato and the perfection of his self. The sorrow he feels for them doesn’t last, but it is like that which you feel when you hear someone can’t appreciate a nice panting, or worse, can’t see at all.

“I’ve seen nothing to hate yet… much on the contrary…” comments an amused Felix as he moves to grab Honorato’s rod, but before he can he gasps, almost falling back on his ass, as he notices Honorato’s legs are fusing and becoming one massive tube, as well as elongating incredibly as his feet vanish without a trace. Honorato’s rod is also growing marvelously, right in front of Felix, reaching 40, 45, 50 and 55 centimeters of length, and then more, as his balls fuse with his tubular lower bod which is now becoming 1.5, 2, 2,5, 3, 3,5 and 4 meters long. As Honorato’s massive lower body encircles the whole bed and fills so much of the room as to start crawling atop the furniture or more of himself, it starts acquiring an exquisite green color. Even more amazingly, Honorato’s arms have trembled and grown, until they start dividing in two, so that Honorato ends with two stacked up sets of arms and pecs just below his thick neck.

“My god, what is happening… what are you?! And… are you fine?” asks Felix, gasping with a measure of concern and much more of amazement, as he lowers a hand now, not looking to touch Honorato’s rod, but his former legs. They feel rough to the touch, now, covered in scales, but they are amazingly nice to feel, and Honorato cancontrol his body enough to make the particular section Felix is touching tremble as he did so. Even hard, the scales must also be sensitive as touching them makes Honorato’s whole body shake and react, as well as his massive drooling manhood.

“It… it is my time to ask a question,” stammers Honorato, and Felix respects it, looking up towards his face, as his lower body continues to lengthen and fatten, and morph to look like the body of a snake, except much greater, much more massive.

“That’s… right,” accepts Felix, waiting for a question, then, atop the bed, as the whole of the rest of the room is covered by Honorato’s immense lower body, which trembles and shakes and moves nervously as do his thick arms and handsome four hands. It is all the same lad as the one he had been before, after all, and noticing it was reassuring to Felix.

“Do… what do you think? Do you hate it? Me?” asks Honorato, vulnerable, his voice losing strength at the end, his eyes so reflective of the dim candle light now. “This is the monster I am. They know me as boiuna or cobra grande, but I prefer my real name, Honorato… sometimes man, sometimes snake, more rarely both,” he says, looking at Felix while holding his breath.

“I… am shocked, I must say,” Felix replies, and then he lowers his hand to touch Honorato’s snake-like lower body at a random part again and the snake-man’s whole self trembles reacting to it. It is so cute to Felix to see Honorato’s massive shape responding to his every touch that he starts caressing the snake body, as his own human cock throbs between his human legs. “But I do not hate it, much less you, Honorato. I want to kiss all of you, Honorato, although it will be harder now as there is more of you to kiss,” he says, and laughs, which makes Honorato gasp, as he moves his snake-like lower body so his torso comes closer to Felix, hugs him with four massively thick and mighty arms, and starts lifting him off the bed.

“Oh, my, let me kiss you first then!” he murmurs as his tongue invades Felix’s mouth once more, but now his lower arms are lowering Felix’s pajama pants and throwing them away, as his hands massage his smaller lover’s legs and buns, and even his manly hole.

“Oooh, this is more than I ever expected… so much more, Honorato,” mumbles Felix, as his body is groped by two massive muscle arms, squeezed by another two, and his mouth is invaded and kissed by Honorato’s massive swirly fat tongue, and his twitching hole is rubbed and then penetrated by long twisted fingers.

“Please… let me give you more of me… I want to eat your rear with my long snake tongue!” says Honorato, and moaning and mumbling Felix nods, and then his whole body is turned upside down by Honorato’s four massive arms—as Honorato’s single ball-less cock throbs and drools amazingly and his snake-like body trembles excitedly. As soon as he can, the massive boiuna kisses his lover’s spread-out buns, and slides his tongue through the tight pink muscle ring. Felix moans gloriously, his own rod slapping his abs as it drools pre on Honorato, upside down. He extends his arms towards Felix’s boner and starts rubbing it as he positions his head to kiss the tip of the massive 75-centimeter-long manhood. Meanwhile, his ass is being eaten by a massive, thick and long tongue that completely and wetly but soothingly stretches Felix to capacity.

“Fuuuuuck, this is too good, so deep, so wonderful… gaaah!” moans Felix, trying to contain a louder scream, as his ass is invaded so deep that he can feel the tongue traveling behind his abs, swirling within him as his insides are readjusted with great care and delivering amazing pleasure. Honorato moans too, as his lips kiss Felix’s anus and his tongue ravages his lover’s manly hole and guts. Even more, though, he lowers his back to continue that activity while allowing Felix to kiss and then suckle on the tip of his massive erection.

As they continued with this, Felix feels Honorato’s massive tongue reach his stomach and then the back of his throat, filling him up entirely, from one end to the other. Soon, his neck is stretching from the rear, and then he is crossed from one side to the other by Honorato’s swirling tongue, which now enters the snake’s slit and tastes himself. As that happens, obviously, poor lucky Felix orgasms wonderfully, his nice fat cock throbbing and ejaculating on his own muscles and also down on Felix’s snake body—which covers and slithers over every surface in the room by now. Quickly, then, Honorato pulls his tongue back, letting his panting lover fall on a section of his massive thick and warm snake body which swirls up and around Felix to comfortably keep him up, panting, in bliss, and comfortably squeezed and warm.

“I could love you all night but… do you think I can continue, or are you tired? I know my stamina is much beyond that of humans,” asks Honorato, raising his concerned torso around and above Felix, who smirked panting happier than ever.

“It is my… turn to ask a question…” mumbles Felix, as his hand moves to rub Honorato’s torso seeming to float next to him, and caressing him. “Will you… fuck me?” he asks, even while panting deeply, and Honorato blushes, before his four arms carefully put his lover down, as his mouth kisses him all over.

“I don’t think I deserve you… you really want to be fucked by this massive, oversized erection? It might hurt you,” says Honorato, as his snake body slithers around and under Felix anyway. Felix spreads his ass and moves it up and down, tantalizing his partner.

“I trust you to take care of me,” argues Felix, as his gaping open already soothed hole drooling spit invites Honorato’ trembling and needy rod. “I mean, you are an 8-meter-long snake… if I didn’t trust you, I’d already have fled.” Honorato’s upper arms embrace Felix, as he kisses his lips, but his lower arms spread our Felix’s buns and legs even further, as his cock rubbed the stretched hole without pushing in, but teasing.

“I’ll fuck you if you let me sleep with my snake body around you,” pleads Honorato with a deep purr between kisses, his massive muscles rubbing against Felix’s back, his four arms feeling and groping Felix’s muscles limbs and controlling him, while at the same time obeying Felix’s every word and his body’s every twitch.

“Hmmm, do you always sleep transformed as you are now? Of course, I’d love that, your snake body seems very… snuggly and warm… and safe…” says Felix, and then he grunts. “Now shove that in me,” he demands, and Horonato could do nothing but comply, and repeatedly ravage Felix’s hole with his 78-centimeter-long massive cock. To avoid having Felix shout at the top of his lungs while he is fucked by such a gigantic tool, Honorato hugs and massages his body, and his tongue penetrates Felix’s hungry throat and makes his neck bulge, as Felix’s trembling torso is placed not atop the bed, but on a mountain of sections of Honorato’s lower snake body. The fucking and thrusting continues, its sounds hidden by the thunder and storm, for hours and hours, during which Felix cums a total of three times, trembling with a massive full-body orgasm each time—eyes rolling, mouth drooling and everything.

Honorato, meanwhile, the gigantic 8-meter-long hunk, climaxes only at the end of their amazing session—his rod has been pounding his lover’s ass, as Felix’s amazing muscles milked every centimeter of the overly fat cock buried inside him in successive penetrative thrusts. Honorato lets his amazing rod rest fully inside Felix as it approaches orgasm, and so it is completely surrounded by Felix’s body and deep inside his lover that Honorato explodes in seed. As he pants and his whole long snake frame trembles in elation, Honorato deposits amazing volumes of his precious and thick boiuna cum filling Felix’s insides, making his lover’s belly swell to welcome such vast amounts of cum.

As they both fall asleep hugging each other and surrounded by thick sections of Honorato’s amazing snake body, the two lovely lads never pull away from each other, making it so that not even a droplet of Honorato’s seed leaves Felix’s body. And so, during the night, Felix’s body slowly absorbs the amazingly rich and magical folk seed, which would surprisingly help him not only heal and recover from his second and best sexual experience, but even gain some muscle definition overnight.

Although it is a secret, Felix and Honorato are lovers. They know it, and they tell it to each other, and they even give each other flowers to celebrate it, which they keep in their closets hidden from others.

They have private rooms, anyway, which only belong to them, and so it is not like they can’t be themselves at times, even if it has to be done with safety. They almost live together, though, so they can be near each other a lot of time and not raise much suspicion to the world. But despite that lucky situation, it still takes them a while until they are brave enough to talk to Dona Maricota about ditching room number 7 and co-inhabiting at room number 8 to save on rent (see, they were already thinking like a couple!).

“It will be cheaper,” was the excuse, but in actual fact it was because the lads missed sleeping together, Felix completely squeezed and enveloped by Honorato’s massive snake body, one fat section of it between his legs rubbing against his erection, the two of them kissing, and so on. They can’t fuck when there wasn’t a storm—too dangerous—but at least kissing, massaging each other, that sort of thing, would be easier to do if they slept in the same room.

Dona Maricota, of course, is happy to accept this new arrangement and free one extra room to rent—more space to welcome kids who need a place to stay and someone to talk to, she thought. Besides, she loves seeing Felix happier, more sociable, more fulfilled—and despite not knowing what Honorato was like before moving in the pension, she would swear the lad is gleaming way beyond happy, and that can’t be just disregarded. All things considered, she is happy to see her boys happy, and she wants more, not less.

“It is a great idea!” she agrees gleefully. “I had a young man from the south ask me if we had an open spot the other day, and now we do! And if it makes you two boys happier, too, then all the better!” she adds, leaving Felix and Honorato nervously smiling to one another, worrying if their secret was out. But it couldn’t have been, as Dona Maricota is one of those old ladies who are oblivious to what other people do, and who know little of anything outside of their little lives.

“Ahh, yes, we are happy to save some money. My mother will love hearing she doesn’t need to send me quite as much money anymore!” responds a nervous Felix, while Dona Maricota smiles.

“Of course, dear,” she says. She likes seeing her boys happy, after all.

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