By Rob Loveboy
Chapter Two
Letting loose, sampling the local vintage!
Marco was absolutely fascinated by the television. Obviously, his family didn’t have one nor was one readily available I guessed. I found a Disney movie dubbed in Spanish on pay-per-view. It was comical watching the cartoon characters speaking Spanish, Marco laughing often pointing and saying something lost in the translation, I nodded and laughed to humour him as I read my Mickey Spillane novel.
For a late night snack, I ordered a couple of burgers and fries from room service, along with slice of chocolate cake and a large glass of milk. When I signed for the food, I had to laugh. The midnight snack cost more than the ten year-old boy I had over for sex that night. The teenage waiter gave me curious looks seeing the young Mexican boy, a sheet covering his hips leaning against the headboard giggling at his TV show. Had Marco not been the flavor of the night, I would have invited the cute sixteen year-old over when he finished work that night, I saw him more than once look at my underwear clad basket as he set the table..Maybe later in the week I would feel like something older and tipped him a generous twenty dollars with a sly, sensuous smile and rub of my crotch.
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I loved the chocolate smeared on Marco’s face, a milk moustache to match. I stood in front of him holding my flaccid cock to his lips. Reaching over, I turned off the television in order to get his full attention. He didn’t need to be told what was expected of him, Carlo would have assured that.
I moved us to the comfort of the bed placing him between my legs, I laid back placing my hands behind my head and enjoyed the little wet and warm chocolate smeared mouth working me.
The next morning I fucked him, bent over the table, his legs dangled and face in a plate of ketchup and mustard remnants of last night’s snack. It just happened, not planned. He was turning on the television when the kinky urge came over me. He had already sucked me off an hour earlier after I worked his little cock hoping to bring him to a dry orgasm that I began to believe was a fallacy, only in fantasy story writings. I even ate his bum for half an hour in hopes of exciting him enough, it kept him erect and masturbated, but that was the extent of it. I concluded then that boys that age were not sexual; their place was only to be used for a man’s carnal pleasure.
I rode him hard and furious, the table wobbled and dishes fell to the floor. His screams only excited me more, he was nothing but a Mexican whore boy, I was simply breaking him in for the destiny he faced.
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I sent Marco home after breakfast and went down to the beach, lying naked and relaxed reading my book. A voice above disturbed me. “You want cocktail, senor?” It was the teen waiter from the night before dressed in a white shirt, shorts and sandals carrying a tray.
I’m not a vain man in the slightest, but Fernandez, the name tag read, was checking me out as sure as hell. I never drank before noon as a rule, but it was noon somewhere in the world. “Sure, a gin and tonic?”
“Si, senor.” he smiled, giving my junk another quick glance before he headed to the bar.
I could use something older at the moment. I felt like getting fucked for a change. Fernandez returned with my cocktail but not before I gave my cock a few tugs and balls a pull for cosmetic presentation reasons.
“Enjoy, senor.” Fernandez said presenting my drink on a tray with a bowl of pretzels as a bonus.
I had three twenties at the ready, never leaving my room without some cash. I placed them on his tray as I signed my room tab. “You come to my room after work?” I asked with a wink. Fernandez was not a stupid boy; he knew exactly what I wanted. He showed four fingers, four o’clock, and that was that taking the money for serviced paid in advance. I had no worries that he ripped me off, jobs of that calibre were far and few between. A disgruntled guest could easily cost him his job. The sixty-dollars was more than he made in a week unless guests were good tippers.
Fernandez arrived at 4:15 at the rear patio doors less likely to be seen visiting a guest's room, something he could be dismissed for. I had a shower and was wearing a white terry robe supplied complements of the resort. There would be no small talk, we didn’t speak the same language, nor did I offer him a cerveza. He was there for sex, nothing more, nothing less.
I asked him his age, fifteen. He looked thirteen and probably was. Mexico was well known for inexpensive child labor even at five-star resorts. I confirmed it as I sat on the bed taking his clothes off, goose down is my saying for newly sprouting pubic hair. I was happy to see that he was already erect, five uncut inches that I inspected for cleanliness, Fernandez hygiene was quite acceptable, the musty scent of sweat only invigorating and erotic.
His taste was slightly metallic. The foreskin loose and fluid, a good inch pulled forward covered my tongue as the tip of it excavated his pee slit. He seemed nervous yet overly eager to please when we moved into a sixty-nine. I had to doubt whether he’d ever been with a guy before, and he came much too quickly to be a whore boy … and damn, did he cum! Those little balls packed a whopper full of sweet creamy Jizz. I was close and jerked off in his mouth.
I invited Fernandez to sit at the table and have a cerveza with me. He was conscious of his nudity and attempted to pull on his shorts. I would have none of that and pulled them away from him pointing at the chair. Hell, I wasn’t done with him yet, only resting and recharging for round two. Obediently, he sat down.
Somehow we did communicate. His English wasn’t great and my Spanish was even worse. I did learn that he came from a town near the Costa Rica border. His uncle was a chef at the resort who got him the job not three weeks earlier. He looked after his mother and five younger siblings going home for a few days a month. Fernandez stayed in the staff housing, an over-crowded Atco trailer far removed from the tourist eyes. He got one free meal a day from the kitchen, usually yesterdays leftovers eaten in a courtyard rain or shine; again, no tourist would see anything beyond the beautiful vine stone-wall into the squalor of the five-star resort staff housing.
When I gave him another forty-bucks it was like he’d won the lottery and never complained as I make him hold his knees to his chest and slowly, gently worked my cock into him. I wouldn’t quite say that he enjoyed it,
however he didn’t scream or try and slither out from under me. He took it like a man … a young man who had financial obligations back home willing to do anything to put food on their table. A hell of a responsibility for a thirteen year-old boy who should have been in school.
Bottoming out, I wasn’t gentle any longer. If the teenager was going to supplement his income selling himself to men, which I didn’t doubt I would not be the last, then he had best learn that most men liked it, rough, he wasn’t a dainty young girl being made love to, as men tended to differentiate the sexes.
Fernandez was a great ride. I wasn’t getting off any time soon having blown a load less than an hour ago; he was in it for the long run whether he knew it or not, a Viagra incentive would assure that, giving him one as well the moment he stepped into the room.
After I’d finished with him I sucked him off again just for the hell of it. His cock was a perfect man-pleaser, not too large, made for anal penetration. He was a little surprised when I lubed him and got on my knees in the ‘pray to allah’ position. It had been some time and it hurt, but that’s what guy sex was all about, a combination of pain and pleasure. Fernandez wasn’t gentle, probably getting back at me for the torture I put him through. Bring it on kid, hurt me! I took his left hand off my hips, brought it around and under. I had to use my own hand over his before he realized I wanted him to squeeze my nuts. He got it; I yelped … and yelped many times in bliss thereafter. Not many guys like that kind of kink, but I loved it every once in a while with the right guy. Fuck ... I was on vacation and treating myself for a change!
We weren’t even rested from the exhilaration when Carlo let himself in the patio door. I couldn't be angry that he didn’t knock. He would have avoided beach patrol cops and took no chances dallying at the back door of a suite. In tow were two boys, Andre and Felipe, true to his word, 8 and nine. Wearing only tattered, moth eaten hand-me-down shorts that were much too large and secured with rope, the dirty faced boys were absolutely gorgeous! I had to look twice, so Caucasian that they appeared like a kid in my neighbourhood. No doubt, they were brothers, both brunettes with brown eyes, dark skinned from the sun that I would bet my balls a ghost-like pale tan line covered by their shorts.
I didn’t care where Carlo procured them, it was none of my business and I wasn’t about to ask. The fact that they spoke no English assured me they hadn’t been abducted from the United States or anywhere else, simply offspring of a whore entertaining Caucasian men, probably half-white herself.
“Carlo giggled seeing Fernandez and I naked in bed. Fernandez took his queue, dressed and left … another twenty slipped to him just because. I had fun with him and I liked him. He would be coming back again in the very near future.
Cartoons seemed to work well breaking the ice as it had with Marco. Andre and Filipe were no less captivated by the television. I gave Carlo thirty dollars, the other half due the next day if I was satisfied with the goods. Before he left, Carlo took both boys and cleaned them up in the open view shower giving me a preview … the fucking boy-pimp knew how to market his wares! Their dicks stimulated to erection each getting a hand job with Carlo kneeling behind smiling at me between their heads. Neither boys weren’t any longer or thicker than my baby finger; testicles still receded close to their groins.
What could a man find so attractive about premature boys … I didn't have the answer, but my cock was rock-hard knowing that I was going to have sex with them that night, leave the question with a shrink to figure out why, I didn’t give a fuck, they were hot and appealed to my fetish never having one that young and dying to try it just because I fucking well could!
Carlo left, the boys lying, on the bed naked on their tummies watching cartoons, their plump asses as white as I suspected, anticipating burying my face between those cheeks and tongue fucking them.
First he ordered room service, honey-garlic chicken wings, fries, chocolate cake and milk. The waiter was an older, staunch man who looked at the boys covered by with a sheet barely coving their bums, scanning my underwear clad body giving me a disgusted knowing look rudely holding out his hand for a tip and getting nothing but a handshake and a pleasant goodbye.
The boys devoured the wings and fries, I was lucky to get two thighs and a few chips. Their eyes lit up seeing the chocolate cake. I had to wonder when they last had a fun meal. They appeared healthy enough, as did Carlo’s siblings, but had they ever enjoyed a McD's that the kids at home took for granted? Once again I wiped it from my thoughts; the brothers were in my suite for the purpose of my pleasure, nothing more, nothing less.
Lying side by side, I sucked their cocks to erection … and their balls, all fit in my mouth without effort. Succulent, boy h'orderves. I wasn’t the least bit disappointed in opting for younger cock when I had a choice of any age. It was erotically different, a new experience. Maybe I would never go there again, but at least I had it.
I licked their holes and fingered them wondering if my cock would fit or if I would do serious damage. So tight, they yelped at a baby finger inserted, graduating to an index finger, then two. I kept reminding myself that it wasn’t their pleasure I was interested in, boys were nonsexual at that tender age. A boner didn’t mean excitement, only a physical response to stimulation that even babies experienced.
I relaxed on my back and let them service my cock and balls. They caught on rather quickly, teeth an occasional problem, but that was overlooked only adding to my pain fetish. More than once a testicle was accidentally bitten and caused me to flinch. It was amazing how boys instinctively knew the tenderness of that area. I was certain they had never been with a man, and I was certain that Carlo had given them an impromptu lesson on oral sex.
However, he certainly had not prepared Andre and Felipe for a fucking. Nine year old Felipe was chosen first, his rectum seemed more pliable than Andre’s, who would be spared at his older brother’s expense. I had lubed him and me well, more difficult than Marco to enter, I eventually gained precious inches, his head against the headboard and ass propped on three pillows and my hands tightly holding his hips. I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying, but I guessed it wasn’t anything flattering. I drove further until my balls rested on his bottom and waited.
Andre watched fearful for Felipe and obviously dreading that he was next. The next two blowjobs that followed that night and next morning were performed with sudden eagerness, fearful that I was going to fuck one or the other. I didn’t go there again that day. I had done what I wanted to do and decided to stick with boys old enough to barely cum.
Of course, Carlo somehow had the ways and means of procuring such boys, and never disappointed in his selection the rest of my vacation time. I had Fernandez twice more t, I liked the boy. One night we shared two twelve year-olds!
I go back to the same resort twice a year, I find a huckster selling his jewellery on the beach (or whatever a guy is brave enough to ask for, male or female of any desired age), and place my orders daily. It’s a great stress relief that no medication could ever have the same soothing effect!
The End
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