Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 08:31:02 -0800
From: Jake C. <hotstorylvr@gmail.com>
Subject: Formative Years: Chapter 4

Cabo Adventures

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Disclaimer, etc.

As with all work in this series most is true.  I did have an
interesting childhood that I do not regret.  I was raised in Southern
California in very similar situations but NONE are the exact same
locations, schools, etc in my stories.  The story contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adult males and a
consenting underage boy.  No one forced anything onto me.  I became
quite the cock hound at an early age.

If you do not like this type of material, do not read it.  If it is
illegal where you live do not read it.  If you are under 18 years old
do not read it.  I do not condone what happened to me -- it just
happened.  It is not my intention by my stories that adults
participate in acts of sex with minors.

I do not care to copyright this story.  I never plan to claim it
anyway.  hotstorylvr@gmail.com

I hope you enjoy this story.

*****

In the first and third chapters its hard not to conceal my first love
was Greg.  But from story four onward its evident my second love is
sex.  Rarely do true love and sex meet during the second decade of my
life.  It will also become evident that once I hit my groove rarely do
I waste time leading up to/when/or after having sex.  Looking back, I
wish I'd kept a journal of my sexual conquests but oh well.

After Greg's "educating" me before Easter, he withdrew from me except
occasionally.  Still, even if he'd made himself available more, I
don't know if he'd been enough.  I was 9 years old and discovering
myself and intensely curious about men.  When Greg wasn't around my
eyes wandered.  I was not attracted to all men but most.  Most of the
time it would depend on the circumstances and their demeanor. 
Sometimes plotting worked then unexpectedly men appeared and I'd have
loads of cum in my belly.  It never ceased to amaze me how easy it was
getting into guy's pants.

Until I was about 13 or 14 I found it easier not to approach men in
public.  Most if not all men freaked when I blatantly stared at their
crotches or brushed past them feeling them up in public.  I also
learned it was easier to pick up certain groups of men then others. 
Drunken men were very easy--especially drunk straight men.  Foreign men
were easy.  College age and older men were easy.  Men who worked out
were easier to pick up then men who didn't work out (I guessed those
who worked out had bigger egos and a higher sex drive).  Also, funnier
than not, I had a harder time picking up gay men than straight men. 
Very few gay men wanted anything to do with me.  I learned who had
hang ups about having sex with a 9-year-old and who didn't give a
shit.  Still, it never ceased to surprise me, how many men had no
qualms about sticking their dicks into a 9-year-old.  I believe they
thought there was a huge difference between a 9-year-old boy and a
9-year-old girl.  I believed men rationalized that a boy was okay
because he could enjoy sex at any age whereas a 9-year-old girl was
bad because society told them it was.  All I know is an awful lot took
advantage of my services and most had no problems doing so and I wish
those which wanted to take advantage of me but didn't had the balls to
do so.  I would have loved it and I know they would have loved it.

As Greg thought, my next sexual encounters happened during my Mexico
vacation--not that I didn't try beforehand.  The day after he fucked
me I went with my mom to the Century City Mall.  She needed cloths and
bathing suits for Cabo and I had to tag along with her to
Bloomingdale's etc. and grew quite board watching her.  My ass was
very sore from his fuck (and would be sore for days), and I constantly
thought of being fucked again.  As my mom shopped, shopped, and
shopped and paid me little attention, I kept paying all the men around
me a lot of attention.  Many guys were just as board as I was and a
few of them noticed my stares, especially one man.

He was probably in his early forties and dressed in jeans, denim
washed colored t-shirt and a navy blue tracksuit jacket with white
stripes running from his shoulders down to his wrists.  He also had
blue New Balance running shoes on.  He had a runner's body and his
cloths were well worn and hung on his body that had few curves, much
like a runner's would.  He had longish light brown hair and a slight
beard growing.

The woman he was with, who also seemed very athletic, was trying on
bathing suits and athletic gear and while I was watching him he was
leaning against a cloths rack nodding off.  I moved closer and
slightly in front of him trying to see his cock but his jeans were too
baggy.  Other men were milling around and as they passed I would look
at their body's paying special attention to their crotches and the
runner noticed.  My mom would come out of the dressing room,
occasionally going this way or that way looking for new stuff, but I
stuck to the same spot looking at this guy.  Finally my stares and
intentions were obvious and the runner couldn't hide any longer that
he enjoyed my attention.  More than once he reached down and adjusted
himself and I kept my eyes glued to his hands the whole time.  If I
could, I'd reached out, unzipped his jeans, hauled out his cock, and
sucked it down my throat right there.  Sadly, his friend finished and
I watched as they walked to the escalators and went down.  So sadly,
as I've learned to do when I've lost my prey, I turned and hunted for
another cock.

I would soon find out I'd have many encounters like that.  I'd stare
at guy's crotches, they'd notice, more often than not adjust
themselves numerous times, even get hard, but rarely an encounter
would happen.  I would look at men in airports, restaurants, movie
theaters, even public restrooms, and nothing would happen.  Either it
was too busy, men would freak out, or more than likely, I was too
forward.  After a while, I calmed down and found my grove.  Our Mexico
vacation helped.

I could go into more detail about our plane trip down, our arrival,
and the resort, but I won't.  I believe it's sufficient to say the
resort was five stars, very large, ... hour north of Cabo, remote, and
self-sufficient.  My parents picked it for many reasons but mainly
because of the spa, golfing, kid's center, private beaches, far from
downtown Cabo, and they didn't need to be with me 24/7 because the
resort was safe I could wander on my own.

Almost from the moment I set foot in the lobby, I loved the place.  We
were shown our suite, we walked around, my parents laid down ground
rules, and I was off.  It was great.  I finally felt like I was
growing up.  Little did I know my parents kinda picked out the resort
so I could strike out on my own if I wanted.  Little did they know
what a terror they were freeing into the world.

For the next week my parents barely existed.  The kid's activities
club was wonderful.  I parasailed, learned to scuba dive, kayaked,
learned to golf (or at least the basics of golf which my father has
been forever grateful), played volleyball, and a hundred other
activities.  I had never had so much fun with kids my own age in my
whole life.  I met kids from Holland, Spain, Chile, New Zealand, and ...
dozen other counties.

Another thing keeping me busy was their dad's.  The kids club had
early morning to late evening activities and rarely did my parents
question which activity I attended.  I think they were relived I was
so enthralled and easily accepted by the club and other kids.  They
were use to me being around adults, not kids.  Little did they know
that true, I did love being around the club and the kids and enjoyed
the activities and made many friends.  But I also enjoyed another
benefit of the club--the kid's dads.  I loved looking at the dad's
hanging about and it kept me wanting to come back for more.  I
especially liked all the dads who wore Speedo's.  USA dads are so
boring.  European dads are wonderful.  But the best dad's in the world
are Australian dad's--but more about them in future chapters.  But it
wasn't a dad cock I conquered first--it was a staff's cock.

My parents left early on the third day for a spa treatment and I had
about an hour before a golf lesson.  Instead of watching TV I decided
to explore.  The resort was huge, I wanted to check out where the
resort ended, and the desert began.  I began walking north and after
taking many paths found myself around some apartment like buildings. 
They were nice but laundry hung from some balconies and Spanish music
softly played from some windows.  I continued walking deeper into the
same type of buildings still heading in the direction I thought the
desert should be but it soon became obvious I was lost.  As I turned a
corner, I saw a Mexican man wearing a pair of jeans and shirtless
sitting in a chair on a patio reading a newspaper and drinking a cup
of coffee.  He was probably 30 years old and had coal black hair.  His
skin was light brown but his face was pretty marked up as if he'd had
very bad acne.  I'd half stumbled onto him but for whatever reason
he'd not noticed me as I watched him for a couple minutes.  I didn't
have any thought of sucking his cock--I was only interested in the
unfamiliar surroundings and his reading the newspaper.  We've had lots
of housekeepers, cooks, and gardeners from Mexico and Latin America,
many of them male, and I'd never thought of their dicks and I don't
remember thinking of this man's dick.  I only remember thinking how
interesting it was to be in this unfamiliar setting.

After a while, he looked up and seeing me there said something in
Spanish.  Now I'd been studying Spanish for a while but at this point
in my schooling mine was primarily textbook Spanish.  His addressing
me was not textbook Spanish.  He spoke rapidly and not understanding I
stood there like a fool.  He spoke to me again and try as I might I
still couldn't understand him.  I tried to tell him I was lost and
asked the way to the desert or way back but I know it came out as
gibberish so I started pointing which I'm sure made no sense at all.

Making no progress he got up, put down his paper, and opening the
sliding glass door motioned me to follow him.  Following him inside I
noticed his jeans riding low almost to his butt crack and like a light
switch my gears shifted and I abruptly saw a man with a cock.  He
walked a couple feet to a counter and grabbed a large piece of paper,
turned around and I saw it was a map of the resort.  I could hardly
concentrate on his finger pointing out various landmarks as my focus
was on his low riding jeans and trying to look at his body.  I could
see he was pointing out the apartment buildings we were in and then
the resort pools and beaches and I had the general idea where we were
but the paths from the apartments to there was very difficult to
understand.  As he continued to try to explain the map, my eyes
wandered to his stomach and the top of his jeans that I found
unbuttoned and halfway unzipped.  He had a trail of thick black hair
leading from his belly button to his pubic hair.  Trying not to be
obvious, my eyes traveled upwards and I took in his body, his smooth
skin, and brown nipples with long black hair sparsely growing around
them, and his generally muscular yet undefined build.  I looked back
down to his pubic hair that like the hair on his head was very black
and thick.  I'd never seen so much pubic hair and I wanted to reach my
hand into his pants and run my fingers through it, scratch and play
with it.

As I stared at his jeans he brought the same fingers he'd been using
to help me return to the resort down to the top of his pubic hair and
scratch himself.  Fascinated I watched not realizing he was doing it
for my benefit.  It was then I noticed he was no longer talking but
had straightened up a bit and was moving to put the map down onto the
counter.  I looked up and he said something in Spanish.  I didn't
understand and said so.  This time he brought his other hand down to
the top of his pubic hair and both scratched his bush.  I couldn't
help but stare at this display.  Again he said something in Spanish
and I looked up and saw him smiling.  He reached down, took my hand
and brought me around the counter into a small kitchen that was dark
and protected.

He walked me a couple feet into the deepest part of the kitchen and
again talked in Spanish and taking my hand placed it on the hair
between his bellybutton and his pubic hair.  I looked up into his eyes
though it was dark I felt he was sneering at me.  I was surprised by
the turn of events.  My experience with our help in Santa Monica was
they were passive and self-effacing but this was bold and aggressive.

He took his other hand, put it on top of my head and pushed me down a
bit while he pulled his zipper fully down.  For the first time I was
with a man I didn't know, in his home--not mine, and I was scared yet
very, very excited.  I did not know what I was doing yet very, very
thankful he did.  He pushed my face into his pubic hair and ground me
into him.  He left little time for pleasantries as he yanked his jeans
down with his other hand and I felt his rock hard cock hit me on the
chin.  He pushed my head outward and I saw his cock for the first
time.  It was about 5 inches long and I'd learn later standard width. 
It was cut, and though dark in the kitchen seemed dark brown with a
deep red head.  He aimed his cock straight at me.  Immediately his
cock head was on my lips then pushed into my mouth.  He'd kept his
hand on the back of my head and when he pushed his cock in started
slowly moving it in and out of my mouth in a nice fucking motion.  I
tried to move my tongue around my mouth but found there wasn't enough
room that his cock, as long as he didn't push it in too far, was just
the right size for my mouth without my tongue moving around.  It was
the longest time before I realized I tasted cum.  It dawned on me I'd
not seen any pre-cum or not tasted it before and I wondered why not. 
It did not take him very long to cum.  Soon he was fucking my mouth a
little harder.  He had both hands on the back of my head and though
he'd not changed the rhythm of his fucking the depth of his thrusts
where greater.  His Spanish increased and I picked up a few cuss words
then I felt a shot of cum hit the back of my throat and his cock
pumping more cum onto my tongue and into my mouth.  I was flooded with
cum, my small mouth barely able to take more than a two or three shots
and I tried frantically to handle it barely realizing I should
swallow.  I tried best to breathe and not fight--to enjoy the
sensations.  Soon he withdrew from my mouth and I licked my lips
regaining my senses as I watched him put it away.  He handed me a
paper towel and I wiped my mouth and the front of my shirt.  I felt
wonderful and wished he'd take his cock out and let me suck it again
but he walked out of the kitchen and out to the patio and lit a
cigarette.  I went outside and found he had the map and a pencil.  He
showed me the resort and pointed to buildings and I realized he wanted
me to show him which building I was in and which room.  I showed him
and he had me write down the room number.  He pointed the way back and
pushed me lightly off the patio.  I was a little crushed but he
pointed and indicated I should go then again lightly pushed me.  I
walked away without looking back but boy was I thrilled with sucking
his cock.  I was initiated as a full-blooded cocksucker.

The next day I saw him again but this time he was drunk.  My parents
and I went to a bonfire at the beach put on for parents with kids. 
After a while they left for an adult party and I stayed on the beach. 
After the bonfire I was going back to our room and as I was
approaching the door to our building the guy came out nowhere.  I'd
thought about him and his cock many times since the day before and
wondered if I'd see him again but never expected to see him there--plus
he scared me shitless.  He had on black and white chef's pants and a
white chef's shirt covered in food.  I could tell he was drunk and as
he talked to me in Spanish, he reached down and groped himself.  I was
smart enough to know I should look around to make sure no one was
looking.  Noticing it he again, acting bolder than I was use to, took
my hand in his and took me along the path to an area near the building
I hadn't seen before.  When we stopped we were in a building alcove
with doors marked Janitorial Services, Sprinklers, Emergency Exits,
etc.  It was also very bright with floodlights.  As soon as we arrived
we repeated the scene from the day before.  My hand was on his crotch,
his hand on my head, his hand on his zipper pulling it down, his cock
hitting me on my chin, his hand pulling my head back, his hand aiming
his cock at my mouth, and his cock pushed past my lips into my mouth.

His fucking my mouth lasted far longer the second time, which was
nicer for me.  I put my hands onto his strong legs and enjoyed the
backwards and forwards motion.  I grew use to his cock in my mouth and
my tongue found a place curled below and I pretended I was a slide at
a playground and he was riding me.  After maybe 15 minutes I tasted
cum, his cock expanded, and it became harder for me to breathe.  As
before cum hit the back of my throat and I felt his cock pumping more
into my mouth, but this time instead of emotionally fighting the flood
invading my mouth I tried to accustom myself.  Though his cock head
was fighting with his cum for entrance to my throat I swallowed the
best I could and it flowed down my throat.  As I swallowed it had an
effect on him I'd not heard the day before.  He grunted and groaned
more.  I felt I was bringing him more pleasure.  As with the day
before his cock became softer, he pulled out of my mouth, and I licked
my lips and watched him zip up.  He gave me a nice smile and patted me
on the head, and without much fanfare pushed me lightly in front of
him and we walked out of the alcove.  When we got to the main path I
said thanks and we split up.  That was the last time I saw him. 
Again, I felt like I'd been initiated, but this time into a
full-fledged slut.  I liked that he'd shown up drunk, out of the blue
demanded a blowjob and after dragging me to an alcove not far from the
front door to my building I'd given one to him.  I felt good about it.

I had one other hook up at the resort, this time with a guest--one of
the kid's dads.  It was the last day, early in the morning.  We were
scheduled to checkout around noon, I was goofing off around the pool
as my parents packed, etc., and I saw some kid's I knew with their
parents.  I'd been attracted to the dad all week and stared at him a
lot.  They were from Boston and Irish and very fair with red hair and
the mom was always lathering them down with sun block or sun tan
lotion.  I was extremely fascinated by the dad for one main reason--his
nipples.  He was not the best-looking man--not the youngest--not the
best body.  But his nipples where big, rubbery, nice and pointy, and
were red, red, red.  Their redness thrilled me.  I so wanted to play
with them.

On that last morning, I threw caution to the wind and made a pass at
him.  I'd left my parents at breakfast, had a couple hours to spend,
and planned to goof off at the beach.  When I saw this family I
thought I'd check the father out one last time.  They had four kids
younger than me, so their time always seemed occupied by running after
the kids.  When I went over to say goodbye I stood next to the fathers
lounge chair to get a nice view of his nipples.  I stood by him for
the longest time talking about our trip and how much fun I had.  They
were leaving the next day so we also talked about that.  Their baby
wasn't feeling to hot so they were worried about flying and weren't
looking forward to flying with a sick toddler.  After a couple
minutes, the wife decided the toddler should lie down for a while and
thought she should go to their room so he could take a nap.  Instead,
the husband volunteered to take the baby up.  As he got the baby, I
said I was going up to our suite and I would walk with him.  As we
walked up to our buildings he told me how nice it was to meet us and
if we were in Boston, he hoped we'd look them up, etc.  As we got to
the point in the path were we'd split I told him my parents didn't
expect me back for a while and asked him if he wanted company. 
Whether or not he expected this I'm not sure but I wouldn't be
surprised if he did.  Well, he accepted and we trudged off to his
building.  They had a huge suite as befitting a huge family.  He
showed me around and we put the baby down which was nothing more than
putting him in the crib.  We then went out to the living room, he got
me a soda, and we sat on a couch overlooking the resort and talked. 
As we talked I couldn't help looking at his chest and nipples. 
Occasionally he looked down as if to see if something was wrong but
instead of being embarrassed about being caught looking at him and
turning away I still stared.  Finally, I could take it no longer and
reaching up I touched the right one lightly on the very tip.  I caught
him totally by surprise.  He took my hand and put it in my lap and
asked me what I was doing.  I told him they were beautiful.  They were
so large and red and I wanted to touch them.  He didn't say anything
so without warning I reached up again and ran my finger over the tip. 
Still, he didn't say anything and this time didn't move my hand away
so sitting up I moved my mouth to the tip and ran my tongue over it. 
At the same time I placed my hand to the other nipple and started a
slow massage.

"I can't do this," he said as he roughly pushed me down to the far
side of the couch.  "Why are you doing this?

"Cause I like you Mr. McMullen.  Don't you want me to make you feel
good?"  I asked sitting up.

"AJ, you're a kid, you have no business doing stuff like this.  What
if your parents found out?"

"They won't find out.  It's okay, please sir, it's nothing big, I've
done it lots.  I like sucking on guy's nipples," I said half-pleading
and moving closer.

"You've done this before.  Come on AJ, you shouldn't be doing this."

But I could hear I was winning the battle.  He hadn't stopped me from
moving within inches of his body and his arms remained by his side and
hands rested on the couch.  I slowly scooted around facing him on the
couch.

"Mr. McMullen.  Please, I did it before.  To my friend who's old and
he liked it.  I really like it.  I like how red yours are.  Can I
please?"

Not hearing an answer nor seeing one in his face I put my right hand
on his left thigh leaned down and sucked his nipple into my wet warm
mouth.  I ran my tongue around the tip and played with its harness.  I
moved my tongue over its width and dug into its softness.  I sucked it
into my mouth and chewed lightly.  I played with it and nursed it with
gusto.  From his thigh I moved my hand to his other tit, twisted, and
pinched it.  I moved it to his armpit and forced him to raise his arm
and I played with its hair.  Bringing my hand down it landed square on
his basket finding his cock hard poking sideways towards me.  I leaned
lightly into it as I moved my mouth over to his other tit, started
nursing on it, and brought my other hand up to the tit my mouth had
just left, my right hand all the while kneading his cock.

Mr. McMullen's head had fallen back onto the couch and he was moaning
finally letting himself go.  Finishing with his second tit I kissed
all over his torso, worked my way down to his crotch, and buried
myself in his swimsuit trying to get his cock into my mouth.  My hand,
still working the base of his cock moved to his balls and he spread
his legs wide.  I brought my left hand down and dug under his
waistband aiming for his cock.  My fingers wrapped around it pulling
it straight up toward his belly button.

I kept kneading his balls and running my mouth up and down the length
of his cock through his shorts as my other hand played with its cock
head and the beginning of pre-cum I felt drooling out of the piss
slit.  Working my way up past the waistband I encountered layers of
extra skin bunched up because of the tight swimsuit, then made my way
to his cock head.  My tongue landed on his cock head as he started
violently shaking then cum started spurting out of his piss slit.  My
hands worked feverishly rubbing his balls and pinching his tit and I
worked my tongue over his cock head all the while slurping up his cum.
 Mr. McMullen continued to shake, moan and cum.  I continued to lap,
lick, and try to make him feel good.

Within moments Mr. McMullen was yelling at me that he'd be ruined if
anyone found out what happened.  He'd pushed me aside as he jumped off
the couch pulling his bathing suit up.  I tried to tell him nothing
would happen.  I wouldn't say anything but he was freaking out.  He
paced for a second then grabbed me by the shoulders, led me to the
front door, opened it, pushed me out and slammed it.  I never saw Mr.
McMullen again.

As I walked to my building, again I was thrilled.  I'd been again
initiated into the cocksucker ranks, but this time as a full-fledged
seducer of men.  Mr. McMullen wasn't Greg or Leon.  I'd known them. 
I'd taken a big chance with Mr. McMullen.  If something went wrong he
could have told my parents.  Instead, I got to suck his nipples, cock,
and lap up his cum.  This was a huge step for me and it felt great.

Within hours we were on Mexicana heading home and I didn't have my
next encounter until Wes a couple weeks later of at all places,
Century City Mall.

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