Headache

Felix couldn’t figure out where this massive headache had come from.

The day had started the same as everyday before. Got up at six, let the dog out, started brewing some coffee. At 27, Felix was at an age where he didn’t have to worry about morning pills but was concerned with accidentally pulling a muscle getting out of bed. Some stretching helped readjust his slightly overweight body, helping him wake up for the day. After a quick shower, feeding the dog, and getting dressed, he was out the door before seven.

Next was the bus stop, where Felix would find the usual neighbors. The same five people were always there for the 7:05 pickup, except today a newcomer had joined the crew. Some South American-looking jock who apparently liked to take up the entirety of the single bench. The regular five included Felix, Joe, Petey, Andrew, and Alex-

“OW!”

Felix braced his forehead in pain. What was he thinking about again? Oh right, the 7:05 usuals. Felix, José, Pedro, Andre, and Afonso. The new guy was apparently named Bruno, and he was already a disturbance to the amiability the five had created.

The jock was so big he took up all the space in the little shelter, and his headphones were blaring some loud EDM music. His skimpy attire suggested he was on his way to the gym, and his constant flirtations with the five men suggested his hormones were affected by the constant workouts.

Felix moved on, focusing on the bus. Came on time like it typically did. He always sat near the front, watching as the rest of his neighbors filed behind him. Because Bruno was new, he had yet to find his “assigned” spot, placing himself between José and Afonso. If Felix wasn’t in so much pain, he probably would have laughed at the memory of the scene. Bruno was manspreading so obnoxiously he’d forced José against the window and had Afonso halfway into the aisle. The two meeker men were-

“God!” 

Again, Felix had to recapture his thoughts. The memory of the three in the seat. Right, it was comical. The three massive Brazilian jocks, all stacked against each other. It looked like they enjoyed it though. Felix remembered the disgust he’d felt at the sight of them all palming each other. He also remembered wishing they could get a room.

José got off at the next stop, and Afonso not long after. Pedro and Andre jumped ship together near the end of the route. They worked for two firms in the financial district, so they were headed in the same direction. Felix was surprised to see Bruno get off with them. He couldn’t think of a gym that was near this area. His eyes had followed the trio out the door and through the window, Bruno towering-

“Ai!”

Felix had to find some medicine! Anything that could offer some relief. But anyway…the three leaving the bus stop…yeah, that was it. Pedro, Andre, and Bruno, the three horny Brazilians dressed inappropriately for the weather. Their tight clothes easily displayed their bronzed skin and well-worked muscular forms, but the short shorts and tanks weren’t the best options for the frigid air. That’s why Felix had been watching them after all, surprised with their revealing clothing and brazen nature.

Felix had gotten off the bus, gone to work, and everything had gone like a typical work day. Nothing stood out. But he knew he had to run through everything if he wanted to find the culprit of the headache. He just had to get to the bottom of it. Like fast-forwarding through a movie, Felix began clicking through his day, recalling the memories as they flew by.

He’d had some meetings with his boss, cleared some documents off his desk, had a conversation with his secretary Tom about paper deliveries, ran into Bruno at lunch, Bruno proceeded to flirt with him, Felix began feeling up the jock's massive arms and stretching out his thick legs, he curled his own brown toes in eagerness as they made eye contact, he noticed the other man’s sparkling brown eyes and steel-cut jaw mimicked his own, began making out with the Brazilian stud.

Felix then flexed his brown muscles for Bruno, Bruno muttered “garanhão, garanhão,” over and over again, Bruno ran his meaty hand through Felix’s coiled hair and across his messy black stubble, Bruno shoved his other meaty hand into Felix’s tight office pants, Bruno fondled Felix’s brown pouch and whispering “sentir os bebés castanhos,” Bruno noticed the time and left Felix pent-up and agitated.

Felix then rushed back to his office, called Tom in to "discuss something," slammed the door behind his secretary as he ripped off their clothes, shoved his massive brown dick into Tom’s begging hole, began feeling up his own jockish Brazilian frame, gasped something incoherent in Portuguese, and dumped an insurmountable load into his secretary.

Felipe sighed. He just couldn’t figure out what would have caused this massive headache. The rest of the day went as usual. He’d grabbed his clothes, barely fitting into the blue tee and boxer shorts he pretended weren’t underwear. Felipe loved how they displayed his colossal pouch and voluptuous backside. The secretary Tom loved it too, having-

“Caramaba!”

The secretary Tomás loved it too, having spanked him on his way out. But after that, Felipe marched his way to the gym, seeing all the other Brazilian jocks already hard at work, either stretching their muscles or stretching out each other.

“Olá garanhão,” Bruno started in that deep, milky Portuguese that made Felipe’s pila throb. “Everything alright?”

“Não sei,” Felipe replied in his own dull but effortlessly sexy tone.

“What did I tell you about thinking too hard, baby?” Bruno chuckled. “Let me help you concentrate on something else.”

Like a switch, the headache magically disappeared as all power went from Felipe’s brain to his throbbing brown dick. Bruno smiled as he placed himself between Felipe’s bulky legs. 

“There we go,” Bruno licked his lips as he pulled the underwear back.