Realising that Leandro had told Alex about how horny a fucker I was during his trip to visit my family in England made me remember the horny things we had got up to. It forced open a sluice gate that unleashed a torrent of intense memories locked up in my head. It was a tap that I had turned open many a time to fill my reservoir of sexy memories when needed, however this time the raging torrent couldn't be held back. All attempts to keep the memories from flooding back into my mind failed, as I remembered the time I picked him up from Heathrow airport.

It was early in the evening, after I took the afternoon off work, setting off to West London with only a few photos from Facebook to go on to identify him. The last time I'd seen him in person, I was visiting his family in Brazil. He had been 8 years old, and had bright blond hair, a cheeky smile and already quite a bit of attitude. We were as thick as thieves, riding bikes around the block and spending inordinate amounts of time playing on a Mega Drive he had borrowed from a friend, whenever I wasn't being dragged along to visiting various relatives and their farms by my family.

After waiting about ten minutes in arrivals, a great big man mountain strode out of the exit from customs with a big thick coat on and a suitcase trailing him. He had a well-trimmed short beard, dark hair and rectangular glasses - just like the most recent photo I had of him. Just to confirm he was from Brazil, he had a sticker of the football team Grêmio on the side of his suitcase.

"Oi, Leandro! Big man, estou aqui!" I half yelled thirty yards across the arrivals hall in my broken Portuguese.

He turned around, smiled and waved back, then proceeded to run towards me, almost taking out a skinny young teen boy in the process. A handshake turned into a big man hug. It went on for long enough to make something inside me stir for a fraction of a second before it ended. I put that down to me not having any sort of action for seemingly ages, and having a particular penchant for cuddling.

I took him back to my mum's, who lives a short drive from Heathrow, and speaks far better Portuguese than me. He was going to stay there as my tiny studio flat didn't have a spare bed or even a sofa to sleep on.

The following day on a Saturday evening, I took him out into town to show him around my favourite haunts. It was nearly Christmas, so a lot of my old friends were back home visiting their folks and going out for a knees-up in town. Leandro tagged along and we went from pub to pub before going to my favourite on the high street, where my brother and his mates were holed up. Shortly after I had got a round in at the bar for everyone, Leandro excused himself after a few swigs of the traditional ale he was keen on trying.

After a while, I figured Leandro had been outside having a cigarette for a long time, so I went to see if anything was up.

He looked at me as if he was about to give me some bad news and started talking to me in Portuguese; "Bill, your brother said you'd be a good person to speak to and would understand.”

I didn't know where this was potentially going to end up.

“I'm gay, Bill."

There was a pregnant pause, as Leandro struggled to find the words even in his mother tongue.

"That's totally cool, amazing even!" I beamed back at him.

He was buoyed by my positive reaction. "I'm worried what my parents will do if they'd ever find out, you know with them being very religious."

I reached out to give him a big hug, and he reciprocated and then some.

"You don't know how much it means to me to be able to share this with someone in my family, and get a positive reaction." He said.

We both had a tear in our eyes and I still had a big smile for him.

I didn't need to say much more than, "Fancy another pint?".

The rest of the evening was more of the same, with Leandro and I sinking a few more pints and chatting all manner of stuff and nonsense with mine and my brother's mates. At around half one, it was time to get going home.

My flat was a good two-mile walk home that incorporates a big climb to the top of a massive hill, normally a daunting prospect for anyone not used to it. On my usual way back, I was used to going through a short cut through a nature reserve on the end of a dead-end road that I could cut through to save five minutes on going on the quickest route on the roads.

Leandro probably thought it had been a long way already as we got to the half-way point, where a big climb signalled the start of my special route back home away from the main roads. We went up and down the undulating road that eventually became a narrow single track lane, leading to a dark wooded footpath.

On seeing that the road was going to come to an end in two-hundred metres or so, Leandro asked worriedly, "Are we going the right way?"

"Of course, this is a short cut!" I replied.

We went through the gate and clanked it shut behind us, before descending the path into the darkness. Although the length of the path that was unlit was about only fifty metres long, it was still a foreboding sight with anyone unfamiliar with walking down it at two in the morning.

Just as we were at the point that we wouldn't be lit by the street light at the end of the road, I announced that I was bursting for a piss. This was as good as any point on the way back to relieve yourself if you needed to go. In my drunken state, I didn't really wait for Leandro's approval. I went up to the bush by the side of the path that was out of where the nearest street light was shining, got my uncut dick out, pulled the foreskin back slightly and started to empty my heavily swollen bladder.

"I need to go too," Leandro let me know, and got his dick out near me on the same side of the path and started pissing like a racehorse.

Although pissing isn't a particularly erotic activity for me, seeing my hot cousin get his dick out next to me barely two hours after he came out to me, made something stir in me that transmitted itself to my penis, which grew from three to six-and-a-half inches in barely a few seconds.

I sensed that Leandro was looking in my direction, and I looked at him and saw he was looking in my direction. Because of the poor light, I couldn't see where his eyes were pointing, though I could guess.

He started to chuckle, so my guess of where he was looking was probably correct. "That's nice!"

I looked toward where his still-pissing dick was and could see the outline of a well-proportioned cock with its foreskin pulled all the way back and gradually getting harder.

"That's nice too!" I commented.

I started to play with my dick, shaking the last drops of piss from my urethra, followed shortly by some beads of pre-cum.

"Are you just drunk?" he asked me.

"I'm just a bit horny", I chuckled back to him.

He finished pissing with his big dick sticking out almost horizontally in front of him, which prompted me to step nearer to him with my dick still out and completely rock hard.

Leandro stepped nearer to me, and asked; "Do you really want this?"

"I want to show you an unforgettable time while you're here in England, the pleasure will be all mine," I said.

Leandro smiled back at me, and I smiled back at his smile before I suggested we head to a more secluded part of the woods for what I had in store for him. When I found a suitable spot, I lowered myself, unbuttoned his jeans and undid his belt, thus liberating an impressive uncut dick – it was well over seven inches, dwarfing my rather modest equipment.

I grabbed hold of his long, girthy dick, moving the foreskin back and forth over his head a few times, inducing some moans of pleasure. I then couldn't resist starting to take it into my hungry mouth. He let out an even bigger moan of approval as I enjoyed the salty taste of his dick. I realised this was probably piss, but that didn't stop me savouring the sensation of having a big cock rubbing up against my tongue and the walls of my mouth.

I was completely in the zone, with his dick inching further and further into my mouth. As his big bush of pubes met my nose, the back of my throat disciplined itself to accommodate the head of his cock. I was working hard to control my gag reflexes, letting off more noise that I was hoping to in a public area, but I really didn't care. I was in heaven and didn't notice that tears were starting to roll down my cheeks in reaction to me suppressing the gag reflex.

I grabbed his furry buttocks so that his dick would go still deeper inside me, then let it drop away, then pushed him back inside my mouth. I looked up to him with my eyes telepathically communicating the message of, 'Please fuck my face.'

The message was received - he started to do the pumping himself, sending me into new, uncharted territories of erotic pleasure. I couldn't resist and got my dick back out and started wanking myself off furiously. While his dick went back before thrusting itself into the back of my throat again, I could taste his precum oozing out in large quantities. This made me even hornier, filling my mind with ideas about how I could put it to use.

After a couple of minutes of more super-hot face fucking, I plucked up the courage to take Leandro's dick out of my mouth and ask him a six-word question, "Do you want to fuck me?"

He didn't respond verbally to the question, he grabbed my trousers and pants, pulled them right down to my feet, then pushed on my back to instruct me to bend over in front of him. He rubbed his index finger around the piss-slit of his dick that was still oozing pre-cum and started to finger my eager arsehole. I let out a howl of approval, that turned into higher pitched moans.

"You moan like a girl, Bill!" He said.

"It just feels so good! Stick another finger in there..." Just as I finished the sentence, I felt three lubed-up fingers penetrate me, leading me to let out an even louder moan.

"Just you wait 'til I fuck you." He then put his rock-hard prick, the head completely covered by his foreskin, on the lips of my arsehole, before gently pushing his head, then the rest of his dick into my hole.

He was bigger than any cock I'd ever taken, though the pre-cum was an amazing lube and had seemingly relaxed my sphincter, allowing the massive dick to penetrate me much more easily.

He grunted like a bull just as he started ramming me hard, I was still whimpering involuntarily as he sent jolt after jolt of pleasure into my body via my hole. I was in a paradoxical state of pain but almost heavenly pleasure, all while being well our of my comfort zone having sex in a public space (and all the attendant risks.) I felt like I was on the cusp of orgasming for what seemed like ages, surfing far closer to the crest of the wave than I was ever able to do by myself just masturbating.

Time seemed to stand still and rush by as fast as it ever has done at the same time. Part of me never wanted this to end, while some of me could barely take the pain of my anus being penetrated by an enormous penis and the suspense of potentially being caught in the act by a passer-by.

In the end, Leandro came barely a couple of minutes of penetrating me, firing shot after shot of hot jizm deep inside of me. I had a feeling that he had come incredibly hard just by the animalistic grunts and moans he had let out, it was confirmed as I realised that he had filled me up completely. Some of his later spurts out cause some of his cum to squirt out of me, getting caught in the hair around my arse and down my legs.

On feeling this, I started to jerk my rock-hard dick with him still planted deep inside me, and barely needed a few strokes before I fired an enormous load of my own. My cum shot out far further than the usual pathetic dribble that usually comes out.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," was about the most meaningful sentence all I was able to put together.

Leandro handed me some tissues that were in his jacket pocket to help me clean up.

We looked at each other and just laughed for about half a minute before I led the way back to my flat. I was too drunk to care that we both stank of sweat and sex, and had some mud stains on our jeans.

"You haven't been touching yourself just now, have you?" Alex's interrogation snapped me out of the daydream that in reality barely lasted a few seconds.

"Errr, no..." I stammered.

"You're not sucking Leo off again," Alex said.

Now that came out of the blue. 'Why the fuck did Leandro tell him that? What else had he told him about?'

I tried to counter what he'd said about the blowjob with feigned innocence, but the incoherent stream of words gushing from my brain got stuck in my mouth.

"Not unless you're sucking my cock as well," he added with a demonic grin and wink.

I was still incapable of saying anything, and could only look back at him sheepishly and blushed.

"Look, if you want to jack off and release some tension, just do it quickly in the bathroom." He added.

Some words finally found their way to my jibbering mouth, "I don't think that'll be necessary."

'Did he know about us fucking bareback in the woods in the freezing cold whilst completely drunk?' I tried to keep the maelstrom of panic in my head away from my calm exterior.

I continued with my previous plan, grabbed a towel and made a beeline for the pool. One way to flush that memory out of my head would be to have a chat with Laura by the poolside.

But of course, I wouldn't let things get out of hand again this time.