Historia en Rio

Could it be said that we have the protagonists of this story here, Mauro, the bearded one, and Caio, the blonde one, the most important person in this story, everything started just two years ago during the 2015 carnivals, on the streets of Ipanema. A friend of Mauro's and a work colleague wrote the story, he only did that, listened to his friend, wrote it with his permission, and sent it to the Brazilian magazine that published it, written as if Mauro were telling it himself, and so I transcribe it. I only changed some words that lose sense in Spanish. The magazine is only edited in Brazil, but what's interesting is whether what's being told is real or simply a fantasy, you don't have to be very smart to distinguish them...

The photos are very important for referencing the protagonists, who aren't models like they appear here, but rather quite similar physically, Mauro with his moleskin and always with a few days' worth of beard, and Caio always impeccable with his lovely face and also very well-groomed body, I'm still looking for Julia, but I haven't found anyone yet who looks like the real one (the one published in the magazine), but I'll add her soon.

The story began like this:

Hello, my name is Mauro, 27 years old, 1.80 meters tall, a physical education enthusiast from a young age, fanatic about gym, where I go three or four times a week, worked at Petrobras, in the financial department, as an assistant accountant, had a good salary, and lived well, rented a comfortable apartment in Larangueiras, Flamengo, and my whole life was perfect until... during the 2015 carnival, I ran into Caio. The city was always convulsed, everyone on the street, I was also going to meet some friends in Ipanema, to spend the afternoon at the beach and dance behind some block that's set up almost all over the city, always something disguised, with typical houses, we don't move around much in the afternoon, and some other things, horns, gauze skirts, we paint our faces, etc. classic Brazil, and of course what never... the beer can in my hand. I was in a hurry because my friends had already informed me where they were, someone calling me from behind, Mauro, Mauro, I turn around and there was the beautiful Caio, we hadn't seen each other for so long, we hugged very tightly with much affection, he kissed my shoulder in the hug, and I felt a strong affection for this friend whom we were very united and had not seen for more than a year.

With Caio, we would go to the same gym every day at that time, his father's company was very close by so we coincided on the same hours, and of course, we did all our routine together, we'd shower and probably have some beer on the way back home, never went out partying together because he was in a relationship with Julia, a woman I had never met during that period.

I always thought that when we were bathing, he would look at my genitals a lot, not discreetly, until one day he said to me: Mauro, I envy the cock you have, it's impressive, excuse me, I don't like men but yours is worth seeing..., and we laughed a lot, it was true, I have a very good-sized cock, almost normal for people of my skin color, which without being mulatto, I have African roots and preserve, to a lesser extent, dark brown skin.

me: sometimes it causes problems, haha, they escape, haha...

Although I always say that it's no advantage in sex, I've lost some girlfriends because of this reason, women don't fall in love at first sight with a cock, men do. They can enjoy it later, during a relationship, but it's not the obsession, at least for most women, that I knew and I'm sure.

Everything was left like that, never suspecting anything more, since I always talked about his fiancée and how beautiful she was, and how well they got along. And how well they had fun.

Caio is the son of a famous entrepreneur in the supermarket industry, very well-known in Brazil
he lived alone but in a luxurious apartment in Leblon that I only knew from one opportunity.

One day he told me that he was already planning his wedding, that they had bought another condo in Barra de Tijuca for that time, so I stopped coming to the gym until he got married and never saw him again, except once when he called to apologize, just saying that with the topic of marriage and the function assigned by his father at the company he was overwhelmed with time, bla bla, of course I told him there were no problems and that he should keep calling me, which he never did again, nor I to him, a friendship that got lost like it happens many times when you stop seeing each other.

Until that hot February afternoon, we only exchanged phone numbers, and promised to call each other back as soon as possible, I wasn't alone but with Julia his wife, I was left stunned looking at her, she was so beautiful just like him, blonde with honey-colored eyes, a sculpture, later I found out she was from Curitiba, city that has the largest German descent in Brazil, that's where the most beautiful women are, I introduced myself, and what surprised me was the comment he made. Of course, Caio couldn't have another woman who wasn't like that, I thought.

J: hello, so you're the famous Mauro, Caio always talks about you, nice to meet you.

Well, that surprised me, that his husband would talk about me, a person who didn't even dignify inviting him to his wedding. But well, all that, we said goodbye with another hug, the most intense one of mine, and I turned around to go back and see her again, and she was just as beautiful from behind as from in front.I found someone similar, haha I'll keep going:

The Monday after Carnival week, Caio sent me a message: Hey, don't forget about me, I want to invite you over to my place, and if you can come early, bring some clothes, we'll remember old times, and do some gym at home (in his complex, not just a gym, but sauna, pool, hydro massages, massage room, etc. etc.)

I said: Okay, that sounds good, send me the address

He said: No, I'll pick you up on Monday from Petrobras, do you always leave at the same time?

I said: Yes, yes, see you then

In reality, I accepted out of curiosity, wanting to see how a millionaire's apartment was, and if possible, see Julia again, haha

On Monday at 6 pm, I waited for him at my office entrance in an impressive German-imported car. We got in and gave each other a hug. I noticed he was very affectionate, holding me tight, and that kiss on the shoulder from when we reunited had left me thinking.

We arrived at his condominium, it was impressive, he lived on the entire floor. We went up, he was going to change for the gym, I brought my workout clothes in a bag. When he opened the door to his apartment, I checked how much injustice there is in the world, and even more so in Brazil. It was all luxury, enormous, you couldn't explore it all, there were rooms everywhere, the kitchen was bigger than my entire apartment, with all the luxuries.

He took me to his room to change and go down to the gym.
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