My Brazilian Adventure – Part 1

I was on a trip to Brazil to see family I hadn’t seen for many years. At the start of the trip I had arranged to meet up with my cousin Leandro, his boyfriend Alex and some of his friends in a small holiday home he’d rented for a few days in a small town called Bonito, not far from the border with Paraguay.By the time my bus arrived from the nearest airport and I had unloaded my massive eighty-litre backpack, it was already a while past midday and the February sunshine was unrelenting and oppressive for me. Barely twenty hours earlier I had been gingerly shuffling through slush and ice at the entrance to the terminal at Heathrow airport my plane was leaving from. It would take some time to acclimatise to ninety-percent humidity and temperatures barely dipping below 30°C.When I arrived, the house looked a little ramshackle, though charming enough to make a four-day stay there seem like it would pass by pleasantly. I knocked Kuşadası escort at the front door but no one answered. So I went around the side to the back garden to find that Leandro was already hard at work on the churrasco, and, as his bear boyfriend, Alex took great delight in sarcastically quipping, he already had a sausage ready waiting for me.Leandro was a thirty-year-old man mountain, almost six-foot-five and pretty stacked from the time he spent pumping weights at the gym. Alex was more a foothill than a man mountain. He had short dark hair, an impeccably trimmed beard and the classic hairy body of a finely maturing bear a few years in advance of his more youthful cub. Leandro had a thing for bears, as he had told me when he came out to me in his last trip to England eight years previously, so I was not surprised at all to see who he’d managed to shack up with.Not long after gratefully Kuşadası escort bayan chomping up Leandro’s sausage (in a manner of speaking), I cracked open a beer with my the bottle opener on my keyring that had been a constant companion since my freshers week at university in 2004.”No need for that, the bottle caps here can be twisted open,” grinned Alex.After a few refreshing gulps of the faux-German pilsner, my sights turned to the small but inviting fifteen-metre pool with the high afternoon sun glistening off its still surface.Just as I thought about extracting my swimming shorts from my disorganised backpack, Alex saw me admiring the blue pool and told me, “Don’t worry if you’ve forgotten your swimming shorts, you won’t need any here!”I was self-conscious enough about exposing the pasty white skin on my thirty-one-ear-old, six-foot-six, untoned fifteen stone body, never mind bodrum escort bayan skinny dipping for the first time. And that was before noticing the close proximity of quite a few other houses whose occupants could quite easily see what was going on in our garden.”Ha! Well, I’ll follow your lead!” I responded, not really sure whether he was actually being serious or just trying to get me to let him (and any nosey neighbours) have a look at my package.”Things are a bit different here, Billy boy!”Just as he got the last word in, Leandro’s two friends Ami and Laura made an entrance. Ami was curvy girl Leandro’s age who looked like she was a plus-sized female version of me – mousy greyish/blond/brown hair down to her shoulders, and a shy demeanour when she introduced herself to me in very good English. Ami then introduced Laura as her girlfriend. Laura was a bit shorter, but caught my eye immediately with her fine curves and almost hypnotic green and brown eyes that almost glowed from her nicely tanned skin with alluring dark hair tied into a ponytail. Ami said Laura didn’t feel comfortable speaking English, so I introduced myself to her in my best broken Portuguese. Either I was a great comedian or very bad at speaking her language.