Episode 5

Ruivo

"I need to get that little guy out of my head."

I walked into the room with the girls, asked them to dance for me, but it just wasn't the same. They looked great, just the way I like them—curvy with big butts and breasts, and they were wild enough to go along with anything—but it still didn't feel right.

My dick was half-hard; I couldn't focus on the women around me. I kept struggling to push his image from my mind, and the girls were starting to find it weird.

Damn it! I have two choices: either I don't think about him and end up flaccid in front of the girls or I let my mind drift into fantasies about him.

She sat down, grinding on me, but it wasn’t him. She danced, rubbing her ass in my face, but it wasn’t him. She blew me until I came, but it wasn’t him.

I saw him in every face, imagined him. I came, but I wasn't satisfied because it wasn't him. In my fantasies, it was him—him on all fours for me, me gripping that waist, spanking his ass, him screaming my name, him sitting and grinding while looking at me with that naughty face as I pulled him tighter against my dick, him sucking me while giving me that cheeky look like he wanted more. It was him, sprawled on the bed, naked, sweaty, and covered in my cum. Damn it! I want him.

Shit! What do I do now? I left the shack with the girls sprawled across the bed, left them some cash, and headed home. I'm in a terrible mood today!

I went home, took a shower, and went to work. But I feel incredibly frustrated. I have zero patience today. I could send someone straight to hell without a second thought.

Noah

Today is Sunday, and I slept the whole morning. I feel rested. I went into the kitchen to prepare a snack, still thinking about yesterday and the mess I got myself into.

When I left the party with that cutie, I was almost straddling his bike when someone yanked my hair and threw me to the ground. A crazy woman came at me, and if it hadn't been for Lorena, who was there to note down the guy's license plate, I would have taken quite a beating.

People started to gather, and I felt utterly humiliated. The woman wouldn't stop screaming and cursing at me. Then we heard gunshots, and one of Ruivo's friends, some guy named Robson, started shouting for everyone to leave.

"What’s going on, kid? You stirring up trouble at my party?" Now I’m really dead!

"No, sir, I didn’t know he was married! His wife just showed up out of nowhere!"

"That son of a bitch will pay for this! I’m going to teach you a lesson for hitting on a married guy, you little piece of trash!"

Robson's gaze shifted to pure hatred.

"Shut your mouth, you whore! Can’t you see that this guy isn’t worth anything? You better not let me catch you talking trash about this, or I’ll rip your tongue out." The woman turned pale as paper, shrinking behind him and curling up. "And you, you motherfucker, if I catch you doing this again, I’ll cut your dick off, and I’ll use the dullest knife I can find. Get lost, son of a bitch; I don’t want to see your face at my parties again!"

The two of them ran off like they’d seen the devil himself. I might have laughed if I wasn’t almost shitting myself in fear.

"Pay more attention to the guys you choose. Damn... Not everyone will be there to help you; you better be careful!"

Then he left, and I, who had been hugging Lory and shaking like a leaf, couldn't say a word.

"Girl, I’m going home. You can stay and finish the night if you want, but I’m done."

"I’m done with this shit too! All these girls here acting crazy, thinking I’m a lesbian. Damn, I like men!"

"Friend, people will understand."

"When I have the surgery, this shit will be over, but let’s go home now. You owe me a big batch of brigadeiro."

And that’s how it went; she stayed over, we ate brigadeiro while watching Glee, then she went home, and I slept some more. Now I'm here thinking I didn’t even thank the guy. I want him to know I’m really grateful for him stepping in to defend me. I know! I’ll make him something nice; since I don't have any money for anything better, I’ll make something as a thank you and bring a little something for Ruivo too.

I got excited about the idea. I decided to make churros and cappuccino powder. I made two medium trays, one for Robson, one for Ruivo, and a larger one for anyone else who might be around. It was still warm when I arrived at the entrance at the end of the afternoon.

I guess I was a bit foolish, right? Bringing food to this bunch of drug dealers, they’re going to think I’m an idiot. What was I thinking? How childish of me. It’s better to turn back and forget this. I was almost on the sidewalk when I bumped into Robson.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing here? Got a problem again?"

"No, actually, I came to thank you for yesterday; I was so scared I didn’t even get to thank you for protecting me. I know it sounds a bit silly, but I made some churros for you and Ruivo for helping me out..."

"Awesome! I love sweets. Let’s go inside; today the big guy is in a foul mood, maybe this will cheer him up."

"I’m glad you like it. Here, this one is for you; there’s some powder for making cappuccino, just mix it into warm milk. This one is for you to share with whoever’s around."

"Nice, but I’m not really keen on sharing food. I’ll take it to the guys. Ruivo’s office is right there, just knock and go in." He said this and already walked off to sit with a bunch of armed guys on a worn-out sofa watching soccer. I gathered all the courage I had and knocked on the door.

"Get in, damn it! I told you I’m finishing up! Can’t you wait?" He stopped as soon as he saw me.

"Hi, I came to bring you this to thank you for helping me."

"I didn’t ask you to do anything."

"I know, I made it because I wanted to. Look... It’s churros, still warm." I stepped closer to the table and took the churros out of the bag, placing everything in front of him.

"Aren’t these a bit small? And where’s the filling?"

"They’re mini churros, you silly. Just dip them in this dulce de leche and eat."

Without thinking it through, I popped a piece of dulce de leche into his mouth; he chewed while staring intently at me, and then his expression turned very serious, and that’s when I realized the mistake I’d made.

"I'm sorry; I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have... I wasn’t thinking..." He kept the same serious expression, and I decided to leave while I was still alive. "I better go; thanks again for everything."

I exited as quickly as I could, fearing he might leap at me any moment. I hurried home, still needing to open the trailer today. But his eyes, his expression as he parted his lips while staring at me... That won’t leave my mind anytime soon.

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