Heaven in Hell

 

The sun beats down on the back of your neck as you wander along the sidewalk through Sao Paulo. The walls and buildings all have vibrant art painted on them and cars whizz past you on the street. You flew in for a wedding but that's still a few days away and you have a ton of time to kill. You can't speak Portuguese at all so you're pretty much stuck trying to find things in English. You're getting pretty hungry and look for someplace to eat, passing by a couple places that you can't understand. The word "buffet" plastered on a window catches your attention and you figure that's pretty hard to mess up, so you walk inside. There's a good number of people sitting at the tables and you see the buffet line against the wall. Grabbing a plate you start at the edge and walk along the line, looking for something you recognize. You're about halfway through the buffet when you see it. You've never been so terrified of something in your life and you wouldn't wish it on anyone else. Siting in a large bain marie is a thick yellow soup with a film formed over the top. Swimming in the soup are rounds of sushi, seaweed wrap and all. It looks as if someone took a salmon roll, cut it up, and just tossed it into whatever soup this is supposed to be. Looking at the sign on the plastic sneeze guard there's a white card with black lettering that reads "Sopa de Sushi". You don't feel so hungry anymore.

You put your plate down and head back outside, remembering you still have to pick up your tuxedo. Finding the address on your phone, you see it's not too far away and decide to just walk to it. Spending some time on your feet might help settle your stomach from the abomination you witnessed earlier, and you get to thinking about the wedding. Most of the guests are extended family you've never met before, you can't imagine it's going to be very fun for you. The only reason you got invited at all was because your aunt is the groom's second cousin and they scoured the family tree. You wish you could have brought a date but you couldn't find anyone willing to fly to Brazil for a weekend. The place you're staying in is fairly nice, at least. Checking your phone, you see you're only a few blocks from the rental store and pick up the pace a bit. 

Coming up on the rental tux outlet, you see big fancy looking letters in cursive across the glass storefront. Inside you see dozens of tuxedoes hanging on displays and clothing racks. Pulling the door open, you make your way to the counter where an older man sits reading a newspaper. 

"Hey, do you speak English? I'm here to pick up a tuxedo" you call to him and he sets the paper down.

"Yes, yes, welcome in. Of course just give me the name and I'll get it for you" he replies, flipping through a black booklet. You give him the name on the rental and he disappears into a back room for a moment, coming back out with a tuxedo on a hangar, plastic covering the clothing.

"Is there a room back there I can try this on in?" you ask, folding the tuxedo over your arm. The man points you directly to the back and you see a sign hanging over a doorway. Heading over, something catches your eye before you get to the end of the room. You see someone getting fitted for a tux, but you can only see their back. Their bright pink hair falls just past their ears, and as the tailor runs his hands up their leg, you get a better view of their outline, and a perfectly round ass pops once all the excess fabric is pulled taught. You rush into the changing room before you get caught staring and hang the tux on the peg inside.

Kicking your shoes off into a corner, you lift your shirt over your head when you hear the door open.

"Hey! I'm in here!" you exclaim, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way. Without the shirt in the way, you see the pink haired person from earlier standing in front of you wearing tuxedo pants and a white sweater. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I just needed some place to change my pants, the tailor needs to work on these more" the voice is obviously male but his face is vaguely androgynous. His ears are lined with piercings and his green eyes make you feel a bit funny as he stares at you with them. Pulling off his pants in front of you, he grabs a hanger and folds them over, pulling his own pants from a bag. You're not sure if he does this on purpose, but he turns away and slowly slides his pants up his legs, bending over in front of you and then wiggling his hips when he pulls them all the way up. They're more tights than actual pants, but you suppose they do the job. As he turns back to you, you can't help but notice a sizeable bulge in his black tights, but there's no way he's hard. Shaking your head, you break your focus.

"Sorry, I just have to try this tux on, do you mind?" you ask, grabbing your own clothes off the wall.

"Oh not at all!" he replies, moving closer and unbuckling your belt, undoing your pants and pulling them down.

"H-hey that's not what I mea-" you protest, falling back against the wall and turning red, a tent rapidly forming in your boxers. Cornered in the cramped room, all you can do is watch as the pink haired boy cups your groin, stroking you through your undershorts and smiling. 

"You'll never get your tux on like this, let me help you out" he giggles, rubbing you slowly as your mind races. He turns you around so you're facing the corner and presses his body into yours from behind, reaching around into your boxers and pulling your cock free. 

"Ooo, this is very nice... We'll get much better acquainted soon" he whispers. 

You brace yourself against the wall as he strokes you, his free hand running across your stomach. Making a tight circle with two fingers, he squeezes your dick and works his hand faster, simultaneously running his other hand up and teasing your nipple. His breath hits your back as he makes you shake in the corner, your cock twitching in his hand before suddenly erupting and coating the walls with your cum. He continues working your cock while you cum and doesn't stop when you've finished, making you clench your fists.

"W-wait! I can't-" you gasp, the hand on your length moving faster as the boy presses his waist to yours. A second load shoots out, weaker than before, but just as much volume. Your whole body shakes and your knees give out from the overstimulation, sitting down on your ankles, facing the corner and watching your cum drip down the tile. 

Before you can come to your senses something slaps your cheek from behind, leaving a small wet spot. Turning your head slightly, you feel a hand rest on it and something push past your lips. Only once the intruder is completely buried in your mouth do you realize that the pink haired boy is fucking your face. 

"My name's Minkye by the way" he pants, running his fingers through your hair as you turn to face him. "It's very nice to meet you"

His cock feels warm on your tongue, his skin soft but the meat in your mouth incredibly firm. Every once in a while a drop of salty precum falls and hits your tongue or the back of your throat and your mouth salivates around him. Your own cock grows half hard again as his hips meet your face, and your hand absently moves to wrap around it. You can smell a mixture of his bodywash and sweat as he buries his cock as deep as he can, the head slipping into your throat. You swallow out of reflex and you hear Minkye moan in approval. You suck and and swallow around his cock, stroking yourself as you kneel in front of him. Minkye's grip on your hair tightens and he lets out a quiet groan, warm liquid hitting the back of your throat and falling to your stomach. Your own cum spills once more onto the floor as you swallow his. 

Tucking himself back into his tights, Minkye pulls you up and gives you a quick kiss. You're still in a daze as he pulls your tuxedo off the wall and helps you into it, his hands lingering across your body and squeezing your ass. Giving you a quick look over, he smiles in approval.

"You look great! Very handsome, how does it feel?" his fingers run along your waistline, pulling the pants to ensure there's space. A hand cups your crotch once more and you can't tell if he's checking the fit or just fondling you. A gentle squeeze from him answers your question. Everything does fit well, and you try to say so but another squeeze of your junk makes your voice catch in your throat. Minkye places a hand on the back of your head and pulls you close, kissing you and sliding his tongue past your open lips. His other hand pulls your hips in close and you lose yourself, melting into him. You can barely keep yourself standing as his tongue rolls over yours, hands keeping you tight against his body. Breaking free to take a breath, you finally build up enough strength to pry him off.

"Wait... I just... Let me change.." you pant, leaning against the wall. Minkye grins and nods, eager to get you naked again.

An hour later, the both of you exit the changing room, tuxedoes wrapped in plastic once again. Minkye wipes his lips and gives a slight burp and you can taste his cum on your breath as well. Minkye hands his tux to the tailor, asking for an adjustment in the leg length, and you wait for him at the front. Skipping up to you, he takes you by the hand and pulls you out the door. 

"You want to get something to eat?" he asks, and your stomach gurgles. The only thing you've swallowed all day so far has been Minkye. 

"Please take me somewhere normal, I don't know anything here" you beg, unable to handle another Sopa de Sushi nightmare. 

"Sure, do you like pizza?" Minkye laughs, and leads you to a small restaurant. The inside is very cozy and it looks like an average pizza place. You see some slices sitting in a display, and the cook behind the counter is making a new pie. You watch as he kneads the dough then flattens it out, stretching and spinning it until it's a perfect circle. You're over the moon that you can finally eat something and you keep watching him make the pie. Placing the dough on a paddle, he grabs a squeeze bottle and covers it in some orange sauce.

"Okay" you think to yourself. "Vodka pies are pretty good" The cook then grabs a fistful of shredded meat and places it over the sauce.

"Not really traditional, but I'd still eat it"

The cook then brings out another squeeze bottle, this one white.

"No..." you whisper, unable to look away. The cook drenches the meat in what looks like mayonnaise, and you try not to cry. The ordeal is just beginning, the cook then takes a handful of corn and tosses it over the ocean of mayo and tosses the whole abortion into an oven. A few minutes later he pulls it out, chops it into sections and throws two whole olives onto it haphazardly.

"I hate it here" you curse under your breath. "This is actually hell"

Trying to ignore the crime you just witnessed, you ask Minkye to order you a slice of normal pizza. You stress the word 'normal' explicitly. He says something in Portuguese to the guy behind the counter and he tosses two slices into the oven for a few minutes. Handing them to Minkye on paper plates, Minkye pays and gives you one. 

"How much do I owe you?" you ask, reaching for your wallet.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a few dollars" he laughs, smacking your ass. "Besides, you've already paid me enough"

You eat your slices and head back to your hotel, making conversation. 

"So what are you in Brazil for?" Minkye asks, sidling up close to you.

"Some relative I don't know is getting married this weekend, I got dragged along" you reply, nudging him playfully. 

"Oh? Do you need a date?" he teases.

"Actually, maybe. I don't think I can find a seat during the ceremony but I'm sure I can get you into the reception"

"Just let me know, I'm happy to crash a party" Minkye grins.

Walking into the hotel lobby, you reach for your room key and head for the elevator. Minkye hangs back a bit, unsure.

"You want me to take off?" he asks, looking away a bit. You shake your head and pull him into the elevator by the hand, and he wraps his arms around you tight. You hold each other as the elevator hums, then break when the doors open up. Finally reaching your room, you invite him inside and place your tux on a chair.

"This hotel does have a pool and hot tub" you tell Minkye, sitting on the bed. He sits next to you and slips his arm through yours, pulling you back. 

"That sounds nice, but I don't have a bathing suit" he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

"I have a pair of shorts you can use, if you don't mind going commando in them" you reach between his legs, giving his package a squeeze through his tights. Minkye nods and smiles, pulling your leg between his and cuddling you. With a warm body against you and the soft mattress swallowing you up, you close your eyes for a moment and quickly pass out. 

Waking up slowly, you feel a weight on your torso and you can hear soft breathing. Remembering that you brought someone to your room, you open your eyes and try to focus them. Minkye's head is on your chest , his mouth slightly open and a stream of drool pooling on your shirt. Shaking him awake gently, you stroke his hair and whisper to him. His eyes flutter as he comes to, rolling over on you and stretching out. 

"Oh, good morning. I guess we fell asleep" he yawns, 

"Well, good evening actually" you correct him, looking at the clock. It's 10 pm, you both slept for a good 5 hours. "You still want to go hot tubbing?"

"Sounds good to me" Minkye sits up, pulling his jacket off. "I'll just go take a quick shower first"

Tossing his jacket onto a chair, he pulls his sweater and tights off, standing completely naked, turned away from you. Your dick twitches in your pants as you look at him and you unconsciously chew your bottom lip.

"I'll hop in with you" you think aloud, Minkye already making his way to the shower, your eyes glued to his ass.

Following Minkye into the bathroom, you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing the nape of his neck. He stops moving and presses back against you, sighing happily and you hold him tighter. Walking awkwardly together, you make your way into the shower, turning on the hot water and letting the room fill up with steam as you give Minkye a very thorough scrub with your hands. You run your hands over every single inch of his soft skin, rubbing his back, his sides, his legs, kneeling behind him and reaching under him to squeeze and rub his cock. Turning him around, you take him into your mouth, sucking happily as you scrub his thighs, reaching behind him with one hand and teasing his hole with a finger. Minkye moans quietly as you play with his ass, twitching in your mouth as you work your middle finger slowly into him. Taking him completely into your mouth, you slide your finger as far as you can, curving and rubbing inside. A spurt of precum lands on the back of your tongue as your finger hits a certain spot, and you keep pressing to make Minkye drip more. Pulling back, you suck slowly on the head, still fingering and stretching his hole as he leaks pre, until he can't take anymore and fills your mouth with cum. Pulling off completely, you slip your finger out and swallow, feeling his load slide down the back of your throat.

Standing back up, you give Minkye another quick rub down and pull him out from the shower, drying each other off. Pick him up, you carry him to the bed while he kisses your neck and you lay him gently face down on the sheets. Crawling onto the bed behind him, you grab his ass and spread his cheeks, burying your face between them and tracing your tongue along his hole. A moan escapes Minkye's lips as your tongue makes contact, and you bury it as deep as you can, wiggling and massaging as best you can. Pulling off, you let a good bit of saliva fall onto his ass, crawling up and kissing up his back. You can feel him trembling beneath you, pinned between your body and the bed. Lining up your waist with his, your hard cock slides between his perfect cheeks. You have to bite your lip to keep from getting overexcited, pressing the head of your cock against his twitching hole and forcing your hips forward slowly. Minkye sighs and relaxes beneath you, pushing out a bit and letting you slip inside. His tight ring immediately clamps around the head of your cock, but you slide just a bit further every time you thrust. Minkye groans every time you push deeper, his hands clutching at the bed sheets. Slowly but surely you bottom out, your hips pressed firmly against his bubble butt and you hold yourself inside, grinding into him. He feels so warm around your cock, and his ass keeps squeezing and releasing around your base like a massage. 

"Come on, fuck me" he moans, bumping his hips back into yours and you're all too happy to oblige. Pinning his hands with yours, you intertwine your fingers with his and raise your hips. Pulling out is a chore, his ass does its best to keep you inside but you manage to slide out halfway before slamming back into him completely. He squeezes your hands as you fill him once again, his head falling face first into the mattress. Leaning down to bite his shoulder lightly, you bring your hips back again to hammer them home repeatedly. Minkye's body shakes as you prone bone him, pulling at the sheets and biting into a pillow. Suddenly his waist spasms and his ass clenches tight around you when you bottom out once again, and you grind hard into him as his cock leaks cum between his stomach and the sheets. The pressure and heat from his ass is too much, and you follow his orgasm with your own, wrapping your arms around him and filling him to bursting with cum. Keeping your cock inside him, you kiss across his back and rock your hips slowly, still pushing him into the bed. 

"Do you want to go to the pool, or should I keep fucking you?" you whisper, bringing yourself back to full erection inside his hole.

"Mmmfffckkk..." is what you hear, Minkye's ass pressing back against you still. Smiling, you roll onto your side and pull him with you, reaching down to stroke him as your hips fall into a rhythm...

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