SOCCER IS NUMBER ONE BUT VOLLEYBALL IS A CLOSE SECOND

BEACH VOLLEYBALL IS FUN TO WATCH

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By Kevin McLean

Soccer, or as everyone but Americans call “football” is arguably the world’s most popular sport. Nowhere is this more obvious than in Brazil where along with Carnival is one of the national passions. But there is another one that runs a very close second…volleyball.

Brazil has beaches…many beaches and it is a country of tanned, beautiful healthy people. The most obvious thing that derives from such a young and attractive population is that they engage in sports. Volleyball in Brazil has become such an obsession that famous players obtain such icon status competing with the likes of Pelé of soccer fame.

Brazil sends its team to the Olympics every year and seldom do they fail to come third, second and at times; they bring home the gold; as a consequence, volleyball in Brazil can even be very rewarding financially for those who play it, unlike the players in the U.S. who have all kinds of financial problems. As one very famous American volleyball player puts it: "Beach volleyball is a nice-to-have sport, not a must-have sport," said Leonard Armato, a former beach player and one of the founders of the AVP in 1983.

My interest in the sport came because I play volleyball at the beach often and I seem to be good at it. As with any sport when you play on a regular basis and in a given spot you get to know the people you play with and those you play against. One thing led to another and I was playing Saturdays and sometimes even Sundays where there would be competitions and a lot of spectators. I loved it because I got to wiggle my bubble butt right in the faces of some of the cutest guys and I am sure that more than one stud noticed my monumental ass. Playing became one of my most important activities for a while…it kept me out of tea rooms, it was good exercise and I got to meet some of the hottest men at the beach.

We kept playing these Brazilians who were by all accounts much better than we. Among them were three or four I would have pulled down their Speedos right there and done them. One of them was this guy who had to be close to 30 but was downright dead gorgeous. Game after game they kept beating us, weekend after weekend I couldn’t tell if I was missing hitting the ball because I was clumsy or because I was distracted by this guy. And it went on like that for a few weeks.

One Saturday morning the girls had a match: it was Americans against Brazilians over in South Beach (before South Beach was fashionable) Of course, because it was two teams of women and all looked fit as shit it attracted a lot of men not so much to watch the game but to watch the scantily dressed females. Since such a crowd had gathered, when the men came to play a lot of the spectators lingered to watch.

That one day, something happened that set us apart, that made us play better; or perhaps the Brazilians were under the weather but we played a magnificent game and for the first time we were able to beat them. When the game was over; not only was I sweaty but I was covered in sand from having made some of the most spectacular dives to get the ball and not once did I miss any of them.

The Brazilians were good sports, they came and embraced us, some even kissed us (on the cheeks) and when this guy I had been watching all this time came over to me to embrace me he did, he gave me a very strong bear hug and kissed me on each cheek the way Brazilians do…only when I turned the other cheek our lips met…and if only for that one instant it was a fleeting kiss but one that carried with it a very strong message from me: “I want you”

“Let’s go and celebrate your victory” said the stud. “My name is Braulio and I want to buy you a beer”

Me: “I’m Kevin and I accept but first let me wash off all this sand”

We walked across the way to this bar that had a terrace right on Bayshore Drive…in an old art deco building that later was remodeled and became a boutique hotel. It was a very piss poor attempt at a sidewalk café but the crowd was mixed…We sat down and right away I noticed a couple of gays and even one I had tricked with.

Braulio had a very thick Brazilian accent although his English was adequate. The conversation went from the sport of volleyball to our private lives and he asked me what I did for a living…I told him I was in my last year of medical school. Then he told me how he got to come to America. It seems that the volleyball team he played with came to St. Louis for a competition; when the game was over he just didn’t return with the rest of the team and just went awol; eventually making it to Miami where he now works at night in one of the hotels as a waiter and plays volleyball all day long at the beach…he then added: “I hope you realize that I am here illegally and by me telling you this you could actually turn me in”

Me: “I respect that…no, actually Braulio, I would never do such a thing…but there is one thing that is bothering me…I have never seen you with a girl or showing any interest in them…are you gay? It’s ok if you are, because I am too”

Braulio: “you are? That is a relief…you know I have been looking at you from the first day we played at the beach…I kept wondering…who is that beautiful guy? He looks so American. And now you are here having a beer with me”

Me: “You mean you had been looking at me all this time? I was looking at you also”

Braulio: “I don’t live far from here, would you like to come over and freshen up?”

Me: “If I come over, I might freshen up but I want to do a lot more than that”

Braulio: “Actually, that is what I was hoping”

I had noticed at the beach that Braulio was on the thin side…about 5’10 and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body…he had the washboard stomach I would kill for…he always had a two day growth of beard and his hair was not really black but light brown with sun highlights…all natural from spending so much time in the sun. He had a very fine, chiseled pointed nose and his eyes were the color of honey…obviously he had a lot more European blood than black as most Brazilians do…but he still had the Brazilian lure, that honest to goodness sexiness that Brazilian men have. It was in the way he talked; with a very deep voice and the accent was charming…it was the way he carried himself in the volleyball court and off it…he was truly a magnificent example of Brazilian maleness, all macho and hopefully would be mine soon.

We walked the short distance to his place; it was in one of those old art deco hotels that had not yet been remodeled. Outside in the uncovered terrace there were chairs and all were occupied by 95 year old retirees. They would look at us as we came in the door and could not help to sense an accusatory glance…I think these old farts knew what we were up to but were jealous they were too old to be doing the same themselves.

The microscopic apartment was basically one room with a bathroom. On one end of the room there was a kitchenette; the stove and refrigerator were a single unit and the sink was no more than 12” square…you could only wash your morning coffee cup there. There was no bed, only a sofa of sorts and the window had these old fashioned jalousie glass that had to be kept open at all times because there was no air conditioning. But I wasn’t interested in his digs, I was more interested in digging him and no sooner we were inside he went for me; like a jungle cat going after its dinner. Braulio kissed me and started to remove what little clothes I had on; which were my shorts and a pull over shirt. The fact that he had such urgency pleased me very much. I knew you only go after somebody in that fashion if you are horny and that was apparently the case here.

Because he was such a magnificent male I wanted to be doing the caressing, the exploring and the kissing. I could hardly wait until he let me get to his chest and then the armpits which I was sure were sweaty from being at the beach playing volleyball. But it was not to be…not just yet because Braulio had plans of his own…he was so taken by my looks and my body that he started to give me a tongue bath, licking every inch of my body. He got to my cock and balls and was just licking and sucking. Then he turned me around and began a very long and intricate tongue dance on my asshole. The guy was an expert ass eater and I was in seventh heaven.

Braulio kept eating my ass to the point that I was ready to get fucked…I was so turned on that involuntary moans and spasms were coming out of my body. I was making sounds, too loud I am sure, because at one point he put his hand over my mouth to quiet me down…but he kept going with the ass eating and eventually a finger went in, then two, then three.

Me: “Braulio you are driving me insane, I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me”

Braulio expertly positioned himself behind me and began to aim his cock at my defenseless pucker. A little pressure and it just went in…almost all the way…I gasped, but there was no pain. I wanted it and he wanted it. Then he pushed in further to complete the penetration…all the way to where his pubic hairs were right against my ass cheeks. He began to pump it almost right away.

Me: “Yeah, baby, yeah, oh, fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, fuck that ass, fuck it with that beautiful big cock of yours…I wanted to suck you but that will be later, now just fuck the hell out of me, ah, ah, ah, shit”

And it started to build up inside me…I knew what was to happen next: One o the biggest anal orgasms I have ever had…and also knew he was getting close because not only had he increased the pace, he was moaning in unison with me and breathing heavier…he wasn’t putting his hand over my mouth since he was making just as much noise as I was.

Braulio: “Oh, oh, meu Deus, (My God), ah, ah, you have the best ass, ah, ah, I’m gonna shoot it, vou gozar (I’m cumming) aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah” but he pulled his cock out and just deposited all of that cum on my back, outside of my ass, over my ass cheeks and it was just dripping. I got some to scoop some of it and brought it to my mouth, ate it and told him that next time I wanted to suck him off…in the meantime; he penetrated me again and deposited the last of his ejaculations.

Volleyball continues to be one of my favorite activities. Braulio eventually was sent back to Brazil by the Immigration people…but the eye candy, the pickings are still as great today as they were then.