Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2006 20:26:57 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Mexican Hideaway Needless to say this story is totally fiction, at least as it relates to me. Needless to say it portrays graphic sexual contact between an adult and minors. And, it goes without saying, that if such things offend you in some way or for some legal reason you shouldn't be reading this sort of thing, then perhaps it would be in everyone's best interest for you to find something else to do with your free time. Otherwise, sit back and enjoy. As always, Hugs, Tag Michaels The three bedroom house was large, even by my usual standards; at least twenty five hundred square feet and that didn't include a roofed lanai that projected a good twelve feet from, and ran the full length of, the front of the house. The five acre property was all but engulphed by jungle but, sitting on a small rise fifteen feet above the beach, the house was fronted by a hundred and eighty degree ocean view that offered spectacular sunsets. The nearest neighbors were a small cluster of houses a half mile away from where my property was at the end of a pot holed dirt road, and a small village was another couple of miles beyond that. A large creek ran along that edge of the property and sometimes turned into small river during the rainy winter and spring months so it wasn't unusual for the house to be all but totally isolated for days at a time. There was electricity to the house but again, it wasn't uncommon for seasonal rains to knock the power out so the house utilized a gas generator for back as well as solar power. I had ties to Mexico through family and other sources so had found the property through a friend of a friend of a friend sort of thing and had picked it up for a good price. The locals tended to avoid it, thinking it haunted because of a bizarre murder that had taken place on the lanai a few years before, which also caused it to be tied up in the courts. It was also well off of any beaten path and as a result of all of that it had been difficult to generate any interest in it let alone sell. In any case, I'd heard about it and bought it before it could even get to market. All of its perceived faults suited me just fine; I wanted the seclusion and wasn't bothered by ghosts. My mother had been a totally self absorbed dragon of a woman; ghosts would be a breeze by comparison. I had only seen pictures of the property before buying it and as I got closer to it that first time I began to have some doubts about my decision. Most of the drive was on the aforementioned pot holed road and ran along the very edge of the coast, a couple of hundred feet above sea level but beautiful as it was I was feeling isolated. I finally came to my property, relocked the steel gate after letting myself in, climbed back into my Chevy Suburban, and preceded onward, the road on my property being in excellent condition. About a hundred feet past the gate, the road went down through a small gully, literally through a twenty foot wide slow moving creek, then up the other side. Another hundred and fifty curving, downward sloping yards or so through the jungle brought me to the house. Not for the first time in the past few days was I grateful for having spent the additional funds and adding the heavy duty, off road options on the Suburban. I pulled into a large and open graveled area at the back of the off white single storied stucco house and parked in front of the garage, and got out to survey my new surroundings. Things hadn't gone completely to hell but it was definitely overgrown so the first few days would be utilized to beat back the encroaching jungle. Leaving everything in the car, or SUV, or truck or whatever the fuck a Suburban is, I walked into the low walled courtyard, up the tiled walkway to the entryway, dug out the key for the security screen door and then the heavy wood door and let myself in. The house was laid out like a blocky capitol H with the left side shorter and the right side somewhat disproportionately longer with the top of both ends angled outward about twenty degrees. The garage was in the lower right corner, the entry doors to it not on the end but on the wall facing the house and courtyard. The covered entry was of course at the center of the H. The front door opened onto a wide, tiled foyer that looked out onto, and was two steps above, a living room that was longer than the fifteen foot wide foyer and easily half again as deep. The view from the living would have looked out through a great deal of high arched windows to the bright blue Pacific but the security doors were shut, rendering the house into something of a twilight status. I had been told about these doors of course; a rather ingenious way to keep out intruders, human and otherwise, when the house was empty. All of the windows at ground level were protected by metal doors similar to garage doors except these were made of narrow slats of metal so when retracted they rolled up into a storage area that was situated between the top of the windows and the roof of the covered veranda. Following the instructions, I found and unlocked a control box by the front door, found the correct switch and hit it. Without fanfare but with some noise, some seven such doors opened up and in less than twenty seconds the house was flooded with bright light allowing me to see much better. Arched doorways led off of each side of the foyer that I would discover was the den and master suite off to the left while the right led to a short hallway that had access to a utility room, a doorway to the garage on the right and the kitchen on the left. Standing at the top of the steps I surveyed my surrounding area; an adobe style fireplace at an angle in the upper left corner of the living room, the entire wall between the fireplace and the foyer had built in shelving about five feet high. The rest of the fifteen foot high wall above the shelves would have been bare but instead, centered in the wide white expanse hung a huge painting. Easily ten feet high and fifteen feet wide, it was utterly magnificent. Done in many, and often subtle shades of red, orange, and brown, it was a horse barely visible in a swirling sandstorm, the expression on its face one of terror. To the right was an almost unobstructed view through a huge arched entryway into the kitchen and dining area on the other side of that, the home's outer wall angling off to the right just on the other side of the archway. The floors were all done in a highly polished dark wood with Spanish style area rugs under or in front of seating areas. I went down into the living room and headed through the archway into a large, equally open kitchen on the right and beyond that, at the top right corner of the H was the dining area. Immediately to the right inside the archway led to the two steps that led to the garage but just before that was another short hallway on the left that sat behind the kitchen wall, the other side of that hall containing a half bath that shared a wall with the utility room. That short hall led to two more bedrooms that were separated by a shared full bathroom. I wandered back the way I came, investigated the nice sized den slash office on the left of the short hall and then the master suite on the right. Immediately to the left inside the door into the master bathroom was a huge bathroom while straight ahead another short hall, with walk-in closets that shared the living room wall, led to the bedroom proper, which was also huge. A smaller fireplace butted up against the backside of the one in the living room and just on the other side of it the outer wall angled off to the left at the same degree as the one fronting the kitchen. French doors led out to the covered veranda and it was through them that I went to stare out at the ocean. The property sat in a slight cove about fifteen feet higher than the beach, the two hundred yards of pure white sandy beach all but sealed off on both ends by high rock outcroppings that extended out into the deep blue Pacific Ocean. For all practical purposes it was totally private, no roads or people for miles to the North and the largest town, Santo Domingo forty miles or so miles to the north east and small villages to the south. It was perfect. As much as I wanted to gaze I had work to do which meant unpacking the Suburban so I went inside, and down the back hallway out to the garage. The big rig and the custom carryall rack on top were packed to the ceiling, mostly with food, some of it perishable, a lot of stuff frozen. I was thankful that the sales people had arranged for someone to come out earlier in the week to clean and air the house and turn the fridge and freezer on. Two hours later everything was stowed where it needed to be, including my few clothes and personal items, and all I had to do was relax. The house had come fully furnished with every thing from towels and silverware to a forty inch TV, a satellite dish which I also used for my internet hookup, and an ATV that sat in the garage. So, I poured a rare glass of beer and went out to the deck to read the instructions and other details about the house. Considering all the back up systems and fuel tanks and other preparations for living almost in the middle of nowhere, there was quite a bit of information. That night I slept like the dead, drifting off to the sound of waves rolling up on my beach, easily heard since I'd left all the doors wide open. No reason to worry about burglars. The next four days were spent cutting the jungle back to the edges of my living environments where they belonged, and exploring the length of beach as well as my property, most of which was jungle but also had a large garden slash orchard. The garden was pretty much over run but the mango, guava, and other tropical fruit trees were doing fine. I figured that with a little hard work I could get a decent vegetable and herb garden going but it would necessitate a trip "into town," a forty mile drive. On the fifth day, the boys appeared. I had been at the orchard for at least three hours reclaiming a spot in the garden where I could plant things. Situated a hundred yards into the jungle, it was protected from the elements as well as noise so I didn't hear the tinkling laughter until I came around the back part of the house. I walked over to the edge of the embankment, about twenty feet from the end of my veranda and saw, down on the beach, five boys. Three of them were playing and wrestling in the sand while two others were lying on beach towels, soaking up rays. They were less than seventy feet from me so there was no mistaking the fact that none of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. I wasn't exactly fully outfitted myself. Having decided that I didn't particularly need to wear clothing, and in the interest of getting totally browned by the tropical sun, I spend at least a little bit of the time nude. I choose to wear a thong bikini most of the time for the obvious reasons although I did spend an hour or so each day allowing my cock and balls to get some sun. I figured that within a couple of weeks it would be safe to be fully naked most of the time; with the exception of footwear of course. I decided to sit and watch them, wondering when they would finally notice me and what they would do when that happened. I sat on a large rock overlooking the beach and just admired my intruders. They were intruders, at least into my serenity if not my property. I was under the impression that the beach had come with the house. I looked to my left, down the beach in the direction of known civilization and could see that the sand had been disturbed all the way from the creek mouth so they had to have come from across the stream. My eyes returned to the boys and from where I sat it appeared as though the boys who were playing were preteen, although they could have been at the cusp of puberty for all I could determine. At least one of the boys on the towels was mature, the thick nest of black curls at his crotch easily visible from where I was sitting. The boy next to him looked like he might have some fuzz but it was difficult to tell. I tried to pick out what any of them were saying but it was a little too far. I read, wrote and spoke fluent Mexican style Spanish, having been around it my entire life. It was the only thing my father and his parents spoke when they were together and spending summers in Mexico with my great grandmother since I was little forced me to learn the language. My father was half Mexican, making me a quarter, and believe me when I tell you I grew up being be proud of my heritage. That was most likely the main reason I'd bought the house after my father passed away leaving me, in its entirety, his much more than modest but less than vastly wealthy estate. I had an older brother but he'd used his Mexican heritage and language skills to the wrong end and was doing two life sentences in a Mexican jail for his part in some murders and drug trafficking. Neither my father nor I had seen or communicated with Fernando since I was fourteen and I was twenty nine when this story took place. Anyway, I guess I felt closer to dad being there than back in Yuma where I'd grown up and lived. I missed my dad a lot. My mom died when I was nineteen, from bitchiness I was sure. I hadn't missed her a single day of my life. I watched as one of the towel lying boys got up and walked toward the waves. The kid had a nice ass from what I could see and there didn't appear to be much of a tan line either. The boy dove under an incoming swell, bobbed to the surface and rode the next wave onto the beach. He stood up, shook the water from his long black hair, and started walking toward his towel and that was when he noticed me. He stopped dead in his tracks, ran his hand through his hair to push it back, and kept his eyes on me while calling out to his friends. The boy on the towel rolled over on to his belly to look in my direction and the three younger boys stopped what they were doing to do the same. The boy resumed walking toward his towel, the other three started in the same direction while the last boy got to his feet. I stood up and waved a friendly greeting then carefully made my way across the rocks to the trail that led from the house to the beach and headed down to meet my new friends. "Hello," I called out and the obvious older boy answered in the same manner. As they neared I could see that the oldest boy was probably fifteen or sixteen, the boy who had spied me a year or so younger, the small patch of black hair at the base of his cock indicating puberty. The three youngest appeared hairless although I would discover that two of them did in fact have some sprouts of hair. "Is it alright to play on your beach mister? I knocked on the door to ask but there was no answer," the oldest boy said in Spanish as we approached each other. He was a fine specimen of boyhood, about five foot six or so with a nicely defined body that had moved from babyhood into young adult hood. His uncut cock bobbed in front of him as he walked toward me, the rather chubby dark brown tube looking like it might stretch out nicely once it was filled with blood. "We can get dressed and leave if you wish." "No, no, there is no need to get dressed or leave," I told him. I extended my hand toward him. "I'm Alejandro, or Alex," I said by way of introduction. The boy took my hand and said that his name was Carlos then pointed to the other older boy and said he was Gabriel and as the boy took my hand I glanced over his body, admiring the firmness that was similar to Carlos but seemingly more defined. His belly was flat and taut, sloping gracefully into his pubic bone and his teenage pride and joy, the slightly pink tip of which was poking out of his dusky foreskin. The three youngest looking of the other three was Pedro and the other two were Juan-Carlos and Paulino. Up close I could detect the hairs growing at the base of Paulino's long thin cock, the black fuzz difficult to see against the dark brown color of his skin. It was also Paulino who all but stared at the pouch where my own boy stuff was barely concealed. Juan- Carlos also appeared to have started puberty but I swear that his time in that process could probably have been measured in weeks. Pedro was as bald as a cue ball and also had difficulty maintaining eye contact, his attention being drawn to my groin. That wasn't too much of a surprise as the low cut white thong was holding eight and half inches of circumcised manhood with balls to match and in the hot tropical weather it was all as loose and stretched out about as far as it got without being hard. As soon as he pulled his hand back Pedro put his hand to his groin and rubbed. It seemed as though the boy was getting a little bit boned up which I thought was very interesting indeed. Like the older boys all three youngsters were also uncut, their foreskins completely covering their young cocks. Where the older boy's balls were pretty much dropped and hanging, Pedro's were still small marbles held close to his body. The two middle boy's balls were large enough but hadn't seemed to have dropped much and were mostly smooth hairless brown sacs. They both would have fig nicely in my mouth. We talked a little bit, doing the get to know you thing. When they discovered I was American that prompted a great many questions and of course the desire to try out their fledgling English skills on me. I found out that three of them lived in the closest little cluster of huts, while Carlos and little Pedro were brothers, and cousins to Gabriel, and had come from the village further down the road. Their father was doing some work for Gabriel's parents and the boys had come along for the ride. We chatted for about ten minutes before I tired of being in the noonday sun and said I'd see them later. I also left them with permission to use the beach as long as they didn't leave litter or do any damage and of course they were adamant that they would do neither. The boys were there like clockwork over the next few days. I didn't know just when they showed up as I was busy up in the garden. It was still early enough in the year that I had hopes of getting some vegetables and herbs planted since I had no intention of driving forty plus miles just for veggies besides, they would grow virtually all year around here. Generally I returned to the house by noon or close to it to find the boys playing on the beach, swimming or just lying about. Naturally they were naked and naturally I remained clothed, which drew comments and a little good natured teasing from all of the boys, Paulino and Pedro mostly. Both of those boys seemed at times to be preoccupied with my groin which wasn't at all unusual for boys their age. I had discovered that Carlos was sixteen, Gabriel thirteen closing on fourteen, Paulino a freshly minted thirteen, Juan Carlos, who preferred just Juan, a late twelve year old and Pedro the youngest at eleven. All of it was fine with me, I loved boys. I had loved boys ever since I had been one, having come to the realization of that fact by age fifteen. Oh, I'd been sexually active since I was twelve, my first cock sucking at fourteen, but hadn't actually thought about it much. As I moved toward my twenties and continued with age appropriate partners my hottest desires were for adolescent boys and there seemed to be plenty who were attracted to college aged men. While I didn't actively pursue teenagers I seemed to find myself being pursued, something that seemed to happen since I was twelve. A slender five foot eight in adulthood, my early school years had been spent in wrestling and swimming-we'd had a backyard pool since I was seven-so I had a very well developed body, which I maintained. A quarter Mexican, eighth Hopi and the rest northern European genes, gave me a nice light olive complexion that went brown at the mention of sun. My thick hair was a dark sandy brown with a slight wave to it and I had lashes and brows that matched to frame large hazel eyes. My flawless skin, high cheekbones, aquiline nose and white teeth with slightly pouting lips had gotten me some modeling gigs in Yuma when I was sixteen. My combined genetics gave me a full head of hair while the rest of my body wasn't. My facial hair was sparse and slow to grow and while my arms and legs had a smattering of lighter colored hair, my chest was smooth. I didn't have much of a love trail from my navel to my pubes so that entire area was kept trimmed and neat. Overall I had remained healthy, doing healthy things and at twenty nine still passed for nineteen. On the fourth or fifth day of our new friendship I took a pitcher of lemonade and plastic glasses down to them and of course they were thrilled at the gesture, not to mention the actual drink, declaring it the best they'd every had. They must not have had much in their lives because it was made from a package as most of the juice's I had brought were. It took up a lot less space in the suburban and the freezer that way. "Don't you get tired of wearing that thing?" Paulino asked, nodding toward the thong of the day, a vibrant red. I allowed as how I did and of course he suggested that I take it off, an idea that was met with enthusiasm by Pedro. "Eet would bee mucho more comfortable for jew Seenyor," the boy said in heavily accented English accompanied by a leering smile. I informed them that I was a little uncomfortable prancing around naked in from of them to which Gabriel retorted that they were naked so what difference did it make. I pointed out that I was an adult and they were not and of course all five of the boy's poo pawed that off as being totally irrelevant as well as unimportant. I played in the waves with the boys that day, body surfing into the beach on the occasional wave that was worth surfing. Of course the boys wanted to play horse or wrestle and I obliged them, tossing the smaller boys off into the water. Needless to say in all of the fracas I felt my crotch "bumped" more than a few times and I noticed that the younger boys seemed to be inflating a little, not seeming to be bothered or embarrassed by it in the least. At one point Pedro didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was full on hard, waving his little four inch boner at Juan, who was about half way there himself. Hell, my own cock started to rise on more than one occasion, especially when I had one of them on my shoulder to play horse and practically had a cock in my ear. The boys didn't seem to have any issues about being in such close physical contact without clothes on and I was beginning to wonder if I was being a prude. But still, I was in Mexico and while there may have been a different attitude about such things, I was still a little leery. I didn't see the boys the next day and naturally I sort of missed them. Solitude is all great and grand but. The day after that it was only the middle boys, Carlos and Pedro not with them. They were lying on the beach and when Gabriel saw me he waved and as I waved back they all jumped up and ran into the surf. I didn't think much about that but left my shoes on the lanai then wandered down to the water and waded into the surf where they were sort of huddled together and when I asked Gabriel where his cousins were he said that his uncle had finished the work for his parents and so hadn't come down. "So, you guys just run in the water because it's cooler?" I asked. They hadn't appeared to be doing much but just standing in the chest high water milling about. Paulino seemed to shy up at the question which caused Gabriel to laugh. The older boy shook his head and smiled then moved in his hand in the universal gesture for jacking off, which caused me to raise an eyebrow. "Paulino got hard playing on the beach then Juan, he got hard too. Was gonna make em go away but you come down so now we in the water." Both the younger boys were sporting big smiles that may have been tinged with a little embarrassment at being found out. I guess it was one thing to grab a chubby in my presence but another thing to do something with it. I put them at ease and nodded my head in understanding. "I know what you mean. It seems to just pop out without warning yeah?" All three boys nodded their heads, beaming smiles, probably a little surprised that an adult would empathize with their situation. "When that happens sometimes the only thing you can do about it is." and then I made the gesture of jacking off. "I can leave and let you finish up," I said. "No! The two younger boys said together. "S'okay; no need to go." Then Paulino got that leering look in his eyes and said, "Maybe you like watch, yeah." With that young teen moved toward the shore enough to allow me to fully view his rock hard young cock. Not to be out done Juan did the same and stood next to Paulino, both young teens cocks jutting proudly in the air. Apparently they overcame their shyness quite easily. Neither boy had a thing to be ashamed of, each boyhood pride and joy stretching out to an easy five plus inches long, Juan's head still covered by his foreskin but Paulino's fleshy hat fully retracted and the swollen head fully visible. "Nice cocks' boys," was about all I could say but both young thing's beamed at the praise. One after the other they sank into the water then floated to the shore where they lay on the sane, the gentle waves washing into them. Gabriel and I followed on foot and when the older boy cleared the water I saw that he too was excited by the situation, six plus inches of stone hard Mexican sausage seeing the air before his smooth young balls did. "Ho Gabriel, you gonna whack em too?" Juan asked as he and Paulino stood up again, both boys' hands having sought out their own stiff dick and slowly stroked it, exposing the head to me for the first time. Gabriel wasn't alone in his condition, I too had been stimulated by the sight of hard young penises and my own cock was pushing at the fabric of my thong, the skimpy amount of cloth barely able to contain my cock when soft let alone hard. Ho, Alex, you getting a boner too," Paulino said, he being the first to notice my arousal, his statement causing all three boys to look. "Take it off, let us see your big gringo cock," Juan said, excitement quite obvious in his voice. I shook my head. No matter that I'd copped a little wood over the scene; I was still a little scared at the possibility of spending time in a southern Mexican jail. The boys had a much different idea. Paulino and Juan both jumped up and approached me, their cocks bobbing in the in the air in front of them. "Come on Alex, show us pleeeeeze," Paulino reiterated, his command echoed by Juan and then Gabriel. "It's only fair," Gabriel said as he moved next to me. I had to admit that I was getting uncomfortable, with my cock confined, or not, in the pouch of the thong. The three boys were crowded around me, the younger boys hands touching the waistband of my thong as if to help. Pedro was even brazen enough to actually squeeze my cock a little bit, a look of surprise on his face. "Ok, ok," I said with a smile, "you guys win. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and started to pull it down and the three boys around me started to clap as though I were doing a strip tease, which I suppose I was. Deciding to have some fun with them, I pulled the front down slowly, exposing my shaved and trimmed patch of hair. I little further down and the base of my cock came into view and Gabriel actually whistled. I looked over at him and smiled as I kept moving the fabric down and exposing inch after inch of thick, veined, white tube. Juan's eyes got larger the farther down I went and I swear that Paulino's eyes almost glassed over. As I felt myself get to the end I looked at Gabriel whose smile had transformed into more of a look of surprise. With great fanfare I slipped the cloth down over the head of my cock allowing it to spring up, the head not looking at the water but not quite looking at the boys either. That got an applause from the boys. "Ho, is mucho grande," Juan said with awe in his young voice. It was rather large and it had been so since before I turned fourteen. Needless to say I was pretty popular in PE class back in Yuma and won all the "mines bigger than yours" contests on sleepovers. The first boy who'd tried to suck me off when I was fourteen damn near choked to death, and that was before I came. When I finally jacked myself off and came in his mouth he goddamned near drowned. I seemed to make a lot of liquid even as a young teen. I reached behind me and pulled the fabric from my ass and let the whole thing fall down, stepped out of it and tossed the fabric up onto the beach. "There," I said with a smile, "are you happy now." "Oh yes," Juan and Paulino said in unison, both boys openly stroking their rigid cocks. "So now what?" I asked and Gabriel answered. "You treat it like a bad child." I had a questioning look on my face and he said, "You beat em," and all three boys laughed at the joke then got down to the business at hand, so to speak. It was hot as all hell watching them, three young teens, Juan was almost a teen, in the throes of sexual excitement. For the most part they watched their own cocks but gave an occasional glance from side to side to see how the others were faring. My cock had reached its full zenith, the head looking toward the cloudless blue sky, but all I did was rub on my heavy balls a little bit. "You not gonna do em?" Paulino asked. I shook my head. "Maybe later. I'm happy just watching you guys," I told him. Juan was the first to cum, his groaning signifying that he'd accomplished the task. I watched as a single drop of white plopped out into the water that was lapping at our ankles. Paulino's orgasm happened as Juan's cock oozed a little liquid down over his fingers. His offering was a little bit more than Juan's, a couple of squirts, the first of which almost landed on my knee. Being the older, more experienced spermer, Gabriel took a little longer but when he finally came, he made up for being last. His first squirt blasted out and splattered Paulino on the hip, the second squirt not having the power of the first and falling short, hit the boy just below the knee. Gabriel wasn't aiming really, just caught up in the moment. He kept up a rapid stroke and the next two squirts were twirlers, the kind that sort of spin through the air like a South American bolo. Those, along with the next two jets landed in the water. From then on it was ooze-ville, the white goo flowing out of his piss slit and running down underneath the head and across the knuckles of the hand gripping the boy's fat shaft. He was nicely enough hung, his cock somewhat thick with decent sized balls hanging below, the eggs mostly hair free except at the top where it began its hand from the shaft. I wondered for a moment how it would fit in my ass. Once they were finished the boys swished their hands in the water to clean off the residue of their sperm then moved a little deeper and cleaned their cocks off. The fact that I remained hard wasn't lost on any of the boys and of course Paulino had to comment on it. "I can't believe how big your cock is Alex, what are you gonna do about it, the thing so hard looking." That it was and even though the cute young teen couldn't tell the difference, I could feel that it was losing blood. "It'll go away, trust me," I told them adding, "You guys want something to drink, maybe something to eat?" There are two ways to a boys heart and the boy's themselves had just finished one of those ways, food and drink were what was left. "Yeah," I got in three part harmony with accompanying smiles, big wide grins that showed off pearly white teeth against dark brown skin. On the beach, I grabbed my thong and the boys followed me up to the house, somewhat like a trail of ducklings. "You got a nice butt you know," Paulino commented and I thanked him and said that his was as nice a little but as I'd seen in awhile. That prompted Gabriel to ask if I was an expert on boy's butts. My answer was a smile. Up at the house I led them to the outside shower, a simple large round shower head attached to a six foot high piece of pipe situated at the very corner of the veranda in front of the dining room and behind the outdoor grill area. There was also a lower faucet for doing just feet and it was there that I rinsed my own feet, the boys following suit and each of us using a towel that I kept there just for that purpose. From there I led them into the house, going in through the doors in front of the kitchen area. There was an island twelve feet into the house and situated so that it was parallel with wall that we'd just come through. It was shaped like an elongated U with very short sides, the front part providing room for six bar style stools. Behind the island the kitchen was laid out similar to the corner of the living room where the fireplace was. Instead of ninety degree corner at the apex of the walls, a six foot section was set at an angle in the corner and housed the six burner gas range and oven and was parallel to the island. The wall on the left side was fourteen feet long and held a double sink, that wall abutting a bedroom, while the other wall was a little more than half that length and was home to the refrigerator, that wall abutting the short hallway that led to the bedrooms. The fridge was where I headed after telling the boys to grab seats at the island. They were pretty excited, all of them looking rapidly about and pointing different things out to one another. Apparently their living arrangements were considerably less than mine, it seemed doubtful that any of them had even seen anything quite like my home. "Meester, you no `fraid of ghost-es?" Juan asked, working on his English. He was referring of course to the murder that had taken place and thus supposedly haunting my home. "Naw," I said, setting glasses of fruit punch in front of each boy then setting a platter of chocolate chip cookies down for them. I baked my own bread and desserts, the cookies having been baked the night before. "Don't believe in ghosts Juan." I took a bite of a cookie and added, "Don't believe in monsters either." Gabriel commented that my lack of fear of monsters was because I owned one and when I gave him a questioning look he nodded to my cock, the softened flesh hanging between my legs and half way to my knee. The boys all seemed somewhat preoccupied with my body and while that wasn't at all unusual it was the fact that they commented on it as though it were furniture or some other inanimate object. "So, do you guys always go around naked like that?" I asked. Gabriel said that they didn't unless they came down here to my beach. The smaller children, kids younger than Pedro, often went naked in the water all the time until they got to be six or seven then they tended to start wearing at least underwear. He said that they were all pretty poor and couldn't afford things like swim suits or what I was wearing. Half the time they didn't wear underwear. So they came down to my beach to swim as often as they could. "Besides, it's fun going around naked," Gabriel added. I nodded my head and told him that I went naked quite a bit of the time and of course he asked why I had the thing on that I had been wearing and of course that prompted the question from Juan why I didn't go naked all the time. "Unlike you guys, as you can see, my stuff isn't tanned yet and I don't want to burn it." They laughed and Paulino made a crack about a burned burrito then added, "It looks like its getting brown though. Pretty soon you no wear clothes like us." That prompted Paulino to ask, now that the boys had seen me naked and hard, would I be more comfortable being naked in front of them. I said that I wasn't sure about that, I'd have to think about it. "What's to think about?" Juan said, "No beeg deel," he finished in exaggerated English. I had to admit that he was most likely right, at least on the surface. "Besides," Gabriel added "I think you like seeing naked boys and you sure liked it when we." again the universal hand gesture. "I bet you wanted to do it with us," he added with a knowing smile. "You should have. I'd like to see how much white stuff you make," Paulino said. "I bet those balls make lotsa stuff," Juan added. "Do it for us right now," Paulino said. "You did say maybe later and now's later," Gabriel added. "I dunno," I told them, standing up and going back around the island to retrieve the pitcher of lemonade. "We could help you," Juan said. "Sure, I'd be glad to help you," Paulino tossed out. What the hell was it with these kids? They seemed single minded in their determination to engage in sex with me. I refilled all of our glasses and put the pitcher back in the fridge and headed back to my seat between Gabriel and Paulino on the other side of the bar, my brain full of conflicting thoughts. "See, I'm ready to go," Paulino said, standing up as I came back around to the front of the island. His cock was at full stand again, jutting out from his slender body, the tip of his cock head poking out through his dusky foreskin. "Me too," Juan added, jumping to the floor, his cock in the same excited state that Paulino's was, the pole sort of pulsing with each beat of his little heart. I shook my head, more to clear the cobwebs that anything else. "And you Gabriel," I asked, not really seeking answer. "Hmmm," he said with a toothy smile, "not really but it wouldn't take long to be ready." "Well boys, as you can see," I said, spreading my arms out in front of my fully softened cock, "I'm not ready." "That is no problem, we can fix that that," Paulino cried and before I could even blink he was on me with Juan right behind him. In a flash I had both young boys cupping my balls, as well as squeezing and fondling my cock which rapidly inflated to its full length, just under nine inches. Their hands felt great on me, their tender ministrations causing me to shiver and tingle with excitement. Even Gabriel got into the act, fondling and rubbing my butt. "Aaiii, it's so big," Paulino said softly as he squeezed and stroked on my cock. I reached over and took hold of his cock in return and stroked it slightly, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head and eliciting a moan. "Do you think you can get it in your mouth Paulino?" Juan asked. That got my attention "You think you should ask first?" Gabriel said before Paulino had a chance to answer. Man I'm telling you those boys didn't fool around, they were going for the gold right off the bat. "Can I Alex?" Paulino said, looking into my eyes, "Can I try to suck on your cock?" As though I would say no. "Sure Paulino, you're welcome to give it a shot." I let go of the boy's cock so he could assume the position and directed my hand to Gabriel's stone hard cock, the chubby thing all but poking me in the hip as he continued to squeeze on my butt cheek. I turned and looked him almost in the eye. "Nice cock," I whispered and for a response he lifted up on his toes a little, closed the distance and kissed me on the lips at almost the same time Paulino's lips wrapped around my fat swollen cock head. It made me want to melt. The warmth of the young teen's mouth on my dick took me back to that first blow job I'd gotten when Greg first put his mouth over my cock head. I thought that was about the best feelings I'd ever had in my entire young life. The feelings I was having there, in Southern Mexico on that hot day in May, weren't far behind. "He pretty good at that isn't he?" Gabriel asked, after breaking the kiss. All I could do was nod my head as we both looked down and watched as the boy moved his head back and forth on my cock, his hand rather small on the thick shaft as he held it in place. Little Juan seemed sort of left out so I stopped all action for just a moment. I took his hand and pulled him to me then lifted him up and sat his bare little ass on the granite counter top next to me. I stood a little bit sideways to the boy to allow Paulino to resume his task, which he did immediately, then leaned down and took Juan's stone hard preteen cock into my mouth. It has been awhile since I'd had been with a teenage boy and at that point, Juan was the youngest boy I'd ever been with. His cock was salty from having been in the water but that didn't deter me from totally enjoying the feel of his young hard cock against my lips and tongue. I tugged gently on his smooth balls as I suckled him and for his part he moaned dutifully at the intensity of the feelings, his hands running through my hair. I felt Paulino's mouth leave my cock and just stroke it for a moment then the warmth again of the head being enveloped. It felt different and I didn't have to look to know that Gabriel had taken over paying lip service to me. The older boy must have had some experience because he took about twice as much into his mouth as young Paulino had. I didn't have much time to consider all that however as Juan began moaning and squirming. Like many young boy in the early stages of puberty, Juan hadn't learned the signals of impending orgasm. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair, his cock thicken in my mouth then the warmth of liquid droplets of his sperm as it exited his body and found a temporary home on my tongue. I continued to suck him, my tongue massaging his cock head as I stroked his cock, encouraging as much cum as possible from the boy. It wasn't much since he was new to the sperming world and had cum barely twenty minutes before. There was only so much juice that his young balls could give up. Of course he was ultra sensitive after sperming so I finally had to stop what I was doing as he giggled and pushed my head away. I stood fully upright, Paulino standing next to me. I took hold of his cock once again and began stroking him, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head. I knew that it would become dry and thus not so much fun so I put my hand on Gabriel's head to signify a halt in his activity. He let go and stood up, kissed me again then informed me that sucking such a big cock as mine was fun but that his mouth got sore, much faster than when he sucked on Paulino or Juan. So, there is was, the nature of at least part of the boy's relationship. We stood there for a moment, the three of us, stroking and fondling each other. I really wanted to fuck one of them but also wanted to get fucked, to have one of those delicious, brown boy tubes shoved up my ass. I'd only been fucked by a young teenage boy a few times but I'd had preferred it to older guys. Maybe it was because it was so new to a boy and I could remember the intensity of the feelings from when I first buried my own young cock in the tight confines of another boy's ass. Whatever the reason, I wanted one of them inside of me and figured that I stood a better chance of getting fucked than fucking one of them, at least for the time being. Juan had already jumped down off the counter so I gave him directions to my room and where to find the bottle of lube in the nightstand next to my bed. The cute young boy ran off while I dropped to my knees and suckled Paulino's cock while I stroked on Gabriel's. After a moment I switched cocks and took the older boy's thick meat into my mouth, reveling in it's size. I took it from my mouth and rubbed the shaft against my face, putting my nose into his pubic hair and taking in the odor of young teenage boy, the heavenly fragrance tinted with the smell of salt. Juan came back into the kitchen, the bottle of Glide in his hand. I decided that I'd have Paulino fuck me first, his smaller cock being able to prepare me for Gabriel's much thicker one. When I suggested that both boys were in agreement although Gabriel said that he would do it on one condition. When I asked what that was he said, "You must fuck me after." For emphasis he grasped onto my stiff cock and stroked me a few times. I leaned down slightly and kissed him hard and the boy returned the pressure, pushing his pink tongue into my mouth, the entire time his hand never let go of my cock. We finally broke apart and I quickly slathered my asshole with lube then smeared Paulino's thirteen year old cock with it, causing the boy to damn near faint when I slid my slippery hand up over his engorged cock head. I turned and lay my chest on the countertop, pushing my ass out for the boy, and felt his hand on my butt cheek. Gabriel helped his young friend by pulling both my cheeks wide open so that Paulino could concentrate on his part of the task. "Have you ever done this before Paulino?" I asked him. He said that he had only done it a couple of times, once with Pedro and once with Gabriel, who confirmed it. I felt the tip of his cock head touch me, then pressure, then the pain of his entering me. I told to wait a moment while I adjusted to him and he did as I asked. I felt movement at my feet and the next moment the warmth of a mouth over my cock head and a tongue exploring its surface. It didn't take long before I told Paulino to go ahead and put it all the way in. The boy slipped his cock into me slowly, stretching me out, then filling me up with teenage flesh. Between Paulino's young cock and Gabriel's young mouth, I reached a good heat level fairly quickly. Once the boy bottomed out, he grasped onto my hips to keep me in place and began fucking me. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, slowly moving out and then back in. I squeezed my muscle against his cock as he withdrew and heard him moan in response then pick up speed. I didn't expect that the boy would last very long, what boy does when his raging boner was being held tightly captive. My asshole squeezing on him as he fucked me certainly didn't help stave off his orgasm and within two minutes the young teen cried out. He started to really slam into me, driving his cock up into my bowels but it was soon over. Like most boys, once his sperm has been deposited and the cumming is done, they're ready to evacuate so I told him to hold on a moment, that it wouldn't feel very good if he just pulled his cock out. Besides, I wanted Gabriel up and ready to slip his fat cock into me as soon as Paulino took his out. I gave some directions so Gabriel left me, prepared his cock for insertion. I told Paulino to pull it out slowly as a rapid removal didn't really feel all that good. The boy did as I asked and was soon out of me. There was a shuffling of bodies then I felt pressure and in a flash Gabriel pushed his swollen cock head past the loosened muscle. I groaned at the difference, not that it hurt, quite the contrary. "Put it all the way in baby," I whispered and the boy did as I asked until I felt his pubic hair against my butt cheeks. "God Gabriel your cock feels really good. Now fuck me good, okay?" "I will do my best," the boy said, his voice husky from the lust roaring through his adolescent body. He held onto me and began the process, sliding about half way out then moving in to bottom out inside of me. It didn't take a real long time before he was doing full strides, his cock almost leaving me before being buried inside my ass again. Without being told, Juan lubed up his hand and got down between my legs and started jacking me off causing me to moan loudly. "Oh yeah Gabriel, fuck me harder. Ram your hard cock into me baby, make me cum." The young teen didn't really need the directions, the talk was mostly for me but he did it anyway. He picked up his tempo and began really fucking me, slamming his fat young cock into me, grinding his slender little butt back and forth when he was deep inside of me. At the other end it felt like Juan had both hands wrapped around my cock, his tightened fist gripping my cock head as Gabriel's fucking me drove it to and fro. It had been more than four months since I'd been with anyone and I was ready, I was primed to cum while a thick cock filled me with it's owners sperm. Knowing that it was young boy sperm, fresh wholesome boy cum, made it all that much hotter for me. "Shit, fuck me hard Gabriel I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum." I'd felt my balls starting to tingle, as though they were going to boil over, and all of a sudden it was on me. My cock hardened and the intense tickling feeling rose quickly up the shaft and I came. Three things happened all at once, or at least it seemed that way. My knees went weak, a yelp came from between my legs then felt my cock being pushed downward, and Gabriel moaned and groaned and came. The young teen did his best to cram as much of his cock into me as possible, pulling my hips tight to him while forcing his hips against my ass. I felt him cum, felt his dick thicken against the muscle of my asshole and then the warmth inside my bowels as the boy deposited his life producing fluid in me. He picked up speed again, driving his cock into my ass, hammering his pubic bone against me, all the while crying out Oh God's and oh fuck's in Spanish as he filled my ass with Mexican boy sperm. I felt my cock slow its spewing to a dribble, my belly continuing to tighten and relax in after orgasm convulsions. I felt Juan let go of my cock and move out from under me and come up on the side that my head was facing. I almost shit when I saw him, Paulino gasped while Gabriel, still moving very slowly in and out of me, uttered something unintelligible. The young boy's chest was all but covered in my cum, a large wad of the white goo hanging from his cheek. That must have been why I felt the downward pressure on my cock after my first squirt. I'd blasted the boy in the face because he'd been sitting directly in front of me as he jacked me off. "Aaiii, that's a lot of cum," Paulino said with awe in his voice and indeed it was. I generally made quite a bit of liquid and since I hadn't ejaculated in a week or so, there had been a buildup of sorts. It was easy to see the individual squirts on the boy's slender chest, the thickness of my cum keeping the stuff mostly where it landed, the long white slashes a contrast on the young boy's dusky brown body. "I'm going to come out of you now Alex, okay?" Gabriel asked. I nodded my head and the boy slowly slipped out of me, causing a low moan at the emptiness. I stood up and pulled him to me and kissed him tenderly then thanked him for a great fuck. Of course Paulino wanted to know if he did okay and I assured him that he did. He came over to me so I leaned down and kissed him as well, the boy sporting a huge grin when we parted. "Gosh that looks so sexy," Gabriel said, referring to young Juan's body covered in my cum. I agreed that it did and overall, the young boy didn't seem bothered by it all. In fact, he said that it was sort of fun watching my cock shoot at him like that, and getting splattered by it had made his cock go hard again, the evidence of that standing proudly, where the rest of us were going more to a default state. I reached over and gently wiped my cum from his face, then some more from his body that wrapped my spermy hand around his cock head, squeezed and turned my hand as though trying to remove the cap from a bottle. The young boy gasped loudly as I mauled his sensitive cock head and he grabbed onto the counter to prevent himself from falling over. It didn't take a whole long time before the boy came yet again, a few cumlets oozing out into my upturned hand. I felt a hand on my butt and turned my head to see that it was Gabriel that was rubbing me. "Now you must fuck me," he said with a grin. I agreed with him but added, "I think I need a shower and so does Juan so perhaps your fucking will have to wait just a while longer. The boy nodded his head and said with his award winning smile, "Perhaps the shower is a good place to get into the mood." I could see no fault with that thinking. "Alright then, who wants to take a shower?" All three boys raised their hands.