Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2002 18:21:23 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Boy's Tools 12

Hotel Dick

	Cancun is not the kind of place I would normally vacation.  I
usually spend my money in gay friendly places, but I must admit I've seldom
had a better time than my last trip to Mexico.  I am a member of a large
multi level marketing company, and their top producers were given a free
trip to Cancun to attend an inspirational seminar, and to mix playtime with
networking.  The power players in the company want their top people to keep
their creative batteries charged and producing.  They're not dummies.
	Being a gay man, I find it difficult to fit in at these shindigs,
but I'm never one to turn down a free round trip five nights and six days
all expenses paid vacation either.  I'm no dummy either.  When I arrived,
to check in, I just knew it was going to be a sexual dry spell, but I
couldn't have been more wrong.
	The young Mexican man who wheeled my bags to my room had a
promising smile, and I made a mental note to push his buttons to gage the
reaction.  I wasted no time, placing a five dollar tip in his hand, I
stroked my fingers across his palm, and looked into his eyes with a
significant smile, but the only time I ever saw him again, was when he
showed up to take my luggage to the limo to the airport.  The same proved
true with the guy that brought the hamburger and beer I ordered from room
service.  I figured this was straight city, and I was as S.O.O.L. as I
could get.
	I got up early the next morning and went out to the beach for a
swim.  I like to do my exercise about five, and get my mind going for the
day, before I eat anything.  The first meeting was scheduled for ten A.M.,
and by that time, I wanted to be thoroughly alert and firing on all
pistons.  When you work with sharp people, you have to stay sharp.
	When I returned from my swim, I noticed a very attractive man, whom
I guessed to be in his early thirties.  He had the lithe body of an
athlete, and the creamy skin of a well born Mexican National.  He could
have been a full blooded Spanish descendant, there was so little of the
Indian about him that one sees so much of in the Mexican population.  He
was gorgeous and sexy.  He was talking to the night clerk when I walked
across the lobby.
	At the elevator, he called to me to hold the car for him, and
hurried across the lobby and joined me.  Up close, he was a knock out, and
thank goodness My towel hid my growing hardon.  We smiled at each other,
and he asked if I was enjoying the hotel.
	"Do you work here?"  I turned to look at him, and caught his eyes
on my lycra covered butt.
	"Hotel security," he said.  "I work the night shift.  He introduced
himself as Ramon, I shook his hand and gave him my name along with a more
than friendly hand shake.  I decided to take a chance and threw my damp
towel around my neck.  He wasted no time in checking out my basket of
goodies in the mirrored wall of the elevator car.  I smiled at him in the
mirrors, and adjusted my stiff cock.  He grinned back at me.
	"I'm going to order some breakfast, and shower Ramon, may I treat
you to something?  Coffee perhaps or something to eat?"
	"We are not permitted to mix with the guests."  He looked sad when
he said that.
	"But it's so early, no one will ever know.  Let me order something
for you.  I hate to eat alone, and I'm here in your beautiful paradise
alone unfortunately."  He glanced at his watch, and thought about it for a
second.
	"Very well.  I'll have a coffee with you.  I have to make a quick
circuit of the seventh floor, before I visit you.  I'll only be a short
while."  I got off on the sixth floor, after telling him my room number.  I
asked if he had a pass key and when he nodded, I told him he could let
himself in so knocking would not disturb any of the other guests.  He was
still grinning at me when the elevator doors slid shut.
	I ordered a large pot of coffee two cups, and two orange juices.  I
seldom have more than that of a morning.  I jumped into the shower, and got
the salt water off my skin in a hurry.  I planned to be drying myself, with
my head covered when Ramon arrived.  I have a strong, gym toned, body, my
cock and balls are nice to look at.  When my cock is hard, it looks like a
nine inch ICBM taking off with a blast of fire, which is my naturally curly
deep red pubes.  My balls hang down well below my dick, and are large
enough to be interesting.
	I was showered and dry, listening for the turn of Ramon's key in
the lock.  The moment I heard it, I covered my head and pretended to be
drying my hair vigorously as he entered my room.  I heard a gasp, and
dropped the towel in front of myself modestly.
	"I'm sorry Ramon.  I didn't hear you come in."  He was staring at
me, standing by the door, his key still in his hand.
	"It doesn't matter.  I hope I haven't embarrassed you."  He slipped
the key in his pocket, and I followed the movement with my eyes, and saw he
was trying to adjust a rising cock with his hand in his pocket.
	"Um," I said.  "Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?"
He laughed at the line, and blushed a little.
	"I have trouble controlling myself occasionally."
	"Really.  What's the occasion?"  He hesitated, then walked across
the room to where I was standing with my towel.  He reached out, and took
my wet towel from me, and stood looking at my body and equipment.
	"You have a beautiful body.  I've seldom seen Americans who have
taken such good care of themselves."
	"Yes, it is hard work though.  I hit the gym seven days a week for
a two hour workout."
	"It shows," he reached for my right pec, and caressed it gently,
letting his thumb come to rest on my nipple, which sprang to life instantly
under his touch.  My dick was no laggard either.  I took another chance,
and reached for his obviously interested cock I could see beginning to tent
in his pants.
	"Why don't you get out of your clothes, and show me your body?"  He
grinned, and reached for his tie.  In short order, he had stripped and was
standing in front of my admiring eyes.  His horny cock was at attention,
and looked to be about the same size as mine.  He had shaved his pubic
hair, and the naked sex tool looked good enough to eat, which I did.
	He smiled down at me, while I watched his face from my position on
my knees.  His heavy cock tasted delicious, sliding over my tongue.  I
worked on him, until I felt him begin to tremble a little.  Not wanting a
short scene, I came off his horn, and stood up again.  I walked to the
bedside stand, and got out several rubbers, and a tube of lube.  It made my
needs perfectly known to him.  When I looked up again, he was stroking his
cock, and grinning from ear to ear.
	I sat on the bed, and patted the place next to me.  He wasted no
time joining me, and we began to neck and play with each other's nipples.
He had a technique with his tongue that sent my dick climbing for the
stars.  After a good bit of this exciting foreplay, I reached for a condom,
and ripped open the package.  I rolled the tip over his cockhead, and used
my mouth and lips to roll it down the length of his tool.  He reached over
my back as I sucked him, and hooked the tube of gel.  He had a finger in my
ass slicked with the stuff before I could count three.
	He played with my hole, fucking me gently with his finger.  I
wanted more, and held up two fingers without taking my mouth off his cock
to speak.  He complied, and was soon following the second finger with a
third.  He was having as much fun in my ass as I was having with his cock
in my mouth.  Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and pushed me down onto my
back at the edge of the bed.  He caught my legs with his hands gripped
behind my knees, and forced my knees up onto my chest.  His slobbery dick
was aimed right at my tunnel, and wasted very little time, finding the
entrance.
	When he slid into me, it felt wonderful, not an ounce of pain or
discomfort.  His cock was meant to fit my butthole.  He rocked into me
until I could feel his naked balls bounce against my stretched buttcheeks.
He took my legs, and brought them around his waist, and reached for the
tube of lube again.
	He put a dollop on my stiffness, and began to massage it in.  His
hand, and the smoothness of the gel, felt wonderful to my senses.  My
filled butt, was aching to be fucked.  He pulled his cock out until just
the flaring head rested inside me, He jacked my dick, and pushed himself
back in to the hilt.  He stroked again, repeating the stroke on my cock.
	I'd never been fucked on my back and stroked off at the same time.
This guy had finesse.  It didn't take much, for him to bring a tingle to my
toes and balls.  He never jerked me hard, or plowed my hole with force.  He
was ever gentle, slowly sliding in and out of me, and slowly letting his
lube slick hands slide up and down my length.
	He kept me on the brink for several minutes, never varying his
speed or activity.  I felt I was going to explode like a bomb from the
inside, he made me feel so full of cock, and what he was doing to my cock
was beyond incredible.  In my fifteen years of an active sex life, I'd
never experienced anything even closely resembling the attention to my
needs Ramon was giving me.  He must have fucked and stroked me for twenty
minutes, when there was a short knock at the door.
	"Shit!  Room service."  I panicked.  If the waiter were to let
himself in, and see us, I was afraid for Ramon.
	"Leave it outside the door," Ramon said loudly, and we heard a
muffled comment from the waiter.  "He thinks he's been cheated out of his
tip."
	"I'll catch him double tomorrow.  Just don't stop what you're doing
to me now."  My body was beginning to quake and shiver under his careful
building of tensions.  I could see he was beginning to show the strain as
well.  His face was glowing with passion, and his dark eyes glittered with
each slow deliberate stroke.  I was breathing hard, and deep.  He seemed to
be holding his breath, and taking in only what air he needed to stay alive.
	Suddenly, he had me at the point of no return.  I don't even know
when it happened, all I know is my cock suddenly contracted, and blew the
top of my head off with one of the most intense gushes of cum I've ever
experienced.  My asshole clamped down on hard, and he groaned, guiding my
shooting cock to spurt my ball's contents into my gaping mouth.  Several
slashes of cum hit the mark, while others fell short or went wide.  When I
began to dribble, he dropped my wilting dick, and put his muscular arms
around me, holding me tight and fucked me hard for a half dozen strokes.
	His ejaculation was ecstatic, going rigid with each thrust, Ramon
groaned his pleasure and pumped into my butt again and again.  He finished
with a shiver of passion, that gave us both a case of goosebumps it felt so
good. When he finished completely, he laid across my chest, and kissed me
passionately.  We laid there for several minutes, stroking and murmuring to
each other, before getting up and getting dressed.  We had our coffee and
orange juice, and talked about going out for an afternoon swim.
	Back in Atlanta, I find myself thinking about Ramon all the time.
My phone bill has gone through the roof.  I'm talking with an emigration
attorney to try to get him a green card.  I want to hire him as my personal
assistant.  I've never had better cock.

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