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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.*quot;Oi, Leandro! Big man, estou aqui!*quot; I half yelled thirty yards across the arrivals hall in my broken Portuguese.He turned around, smiled and waved back, then proceeded isvecbahis 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;**quot;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.*quot;There was a pregnant pause, as Leandro struggled to find the words even in his mother tongue.*quot;That's totally cool, amazing even!*quot;*I beamed back at him.He isveçbahis giriş was buoyed by my positive reaction.**quot;I'm worried what my parents will do if they'd ever find out, you know with them being very religious.*quot;I reached out to give him a big hug, and he reciprocated and then some.*quot;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.*quot; 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, *quot;Fancy another pint?*quot;.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,**quot;Are we going the right way?*quot;*quot;Of course, this is a short cut!*quot; I replied.We went through the gate and clanked it shut behind us, before descending isveçbahis yeni giriş 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.*quot;I need to go too,*quot; 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.**quot;That's nice!*quot;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.*quot;That's nice too!*quot; 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.*quot;Are you just drunk?*quot; he asked me.*quot;I'm just a bit horny*quot;, I chuckled back to him.