Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 15:24:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Roger Randel <rogerrandel5@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sucking Straight Mexican Boys  Part 3

Disclaimer:  Do not read this if it would be illegal because of your age or
locality, or if the idea of gay white men fellating straight Mexican teenagers
does not appeal to you.  The boys were of legal age at the time of my vacation
several years ago but I do not know what the Mexican law might state now.


Note:  The dialog between the Mexicans and us "gringos" was actually in Spanish
but I translated it into English for whoever wants to read this.  Since my
Spanish was not very good I probably made a lot of mistakes but this is more or
less how it went.


The little black Mexican boy was naked, completely naked, when he answered
Bob's door.

"What do you think of my little houseboy?  His name is Paco.  Isn't he cute?"

"Yeah, he really is -- in a little boy sort of way.  Is that his uniform?"

Bob laughed, "It fits him well, doesn't it?"  Bob told the boy to serve us some
ice water and he ran off into the kitchen.  I sat down on the sofa with Bob.  We
heard a glass break in the kitchen.

"I thought that his father said that he was ready," I said.  "He doesn't look
very ready to me."  The kid did not have a single pubic hair.

"Well, actually his father misunderstood what my interest would be in the boy.
He thought that I was offering him a job!  Anyway, thinking that I had dad's
approval, I stripped him naked and gave him a sample suck, just so he would get
a hint of how good it would feel when he is older.  And I was surprised when he
gave me a little watery squirt."

"He came?  Wow, he looks way too young for that!"

"You would be surprised at how young these tropical boys mature, and he is not
as young as he looks; he is twelve, believe it or not.  Probably his growth
spurt will start soon.  And already he has great expanding power.  Watch this."

Bob had the boy bring a long feather from a vase on the bookcase and stand in
front of us on the sofa.  Bob started tickling the end of the boy's dangling
foreskin with the tip of the feather.  Almost instantly the little shaft started
to swell up and the glans pushed through the foreskin.  Now Bob tickled a point
just under the boy's urethra, and in no time his little peanut turned into a
rather impressive weenie and stuck straight out from his belly.  Bob pushed it
to the side with his finger and it sprung back like a spring.


"This boy is going to be hung like his dad before long," Bob said.

"Like his dad?  How do you know about his dad's dick?"

"Uh, I will tell you later.  Meanwhile, let's go for a walk.  Paco has an idea
for an excursion today."

One hour later Bob, Paco and I were on a second-class bus heading up into the
hills to a "jaripeo," a bull-riding rodeo.  Paco, our little guide, was up front
distracting the driver while Bob told me how he knew that Paco's father is hung.

"Yesterday after we left Francisco's house Paco went home but he found me later
on the street and told me that his father wanted to talk to me.  The boy led me
into a very poor barrio and to a little shack with a rusty tin roof where he and
his father live.  The mother lives in another town with two younger children.
Inside there was one bed on the dirt floor, a couple of boxes for chairs, and a
two-burner stove on a rustic wood table.  We found his dad, a shirtless and
muscular Afro-Mexican, behind the shack repairing a mowing machine.  He sent his
son out to play so we could talk."

"The first thing he said, and I almost shit in my pants, was `My son says you
messed around with him.  I heard that you had a job for him but Paco says that
you got him naked and messed around with him.  What did you do to him?'  The man
was furious and backed me up toward the fence, opening and closing his hands
into fists.  I knew I probably was going to get beat to hell so I started
talking fast.  `I just sucked his dick, that's all.  And didn't you say the boy
was ready?  I thought I had your permission.'"

The bus jolted when it turned onto a rocky dirt road.  Paco went to sit with a
friend.  He seemed to know several people on the bus and was chatting with all
of them.  The bus stopped to let a man off who had a chicken in a wooden
crate.   The bus continued to bounce up the mountain.

"I started edging toward the door, hoping to run through the house and get away
from him.  `Paco said you were playing around with his ass.  You wanted to fuck
him, no?  If you want to fuck someone small and smooth, why not a woman?  My son
is not a faggot!"'

"Finally I realized what his problem was.  `No, no, I did not want to fuck him.
I am gay.  I just like to suck cute boys, muscular, macho boys like your son.
And the biggest muscles on the body are the buttocks.  I was just admiring his
big muscles'".

"The man still did not look convinced.  He had me backed into a corner and
approached me with his right arm drawn back, ready to slam his fist into my
face.  He grabbed my hand and put it on the cocked bicep.  `Muscles like this?'"

"I had an idea.  `Yes, yes, yes!  I just love the muscles of a strong man like
you.'  I squeezed and massaged the hard muscle and then ran my hand over the
bulging muscles of his chest and abdomen.  I was shaking with fear as I did
this."

"He then took my hand and put it on the bulge between his legs.  `And what about
this muscle?'  He dropped his pants and underwear and pushed me down to my
knees.  `Show me what you did with my son.'"

The bus stopped and more passengers crowded in and held on to the overhead
rails.  Many looked like Indians and most appeared to be ranch or farm
peasants.  Paco came back to sit in Bob's lap.

"So afterwards," Bob continued, "Paco's father and I came to an agreement.  The
boy would live with me and I had to give him a job, send him to school and
otherwise take care of him.  Tomorrow I am taking him to the dentist.  Paco,
abre la boca."

Paco opened his mouth wide and pointed to a tooth with a cavity.

Bob suggested that since I was into older men I might be interested in Paco's
father who is 28.  I had already thought of that.

"But would he reciprocate?" I asked.

"Probably, but it would hurt, if you know what I mean.  In fact, I barely got
him off before he got my pants off."

The bus finally pulled into a dusty ranch town and we got off.  We followed the
crowd up a path away from town and came to a big, round corral made of rough
branches and logs from the forest.  Many people were sitting on a bench that
circled the top of the corral and many more were milling about.  Several bulls
were tied to trees awaiting the show and there were a lot of horses.  A rocket
shot up high into the air from the center of the arena and exploded loudly.  A
band consisting of school-age kids started playing a lively ranchero with drums
and horns.  There were many cute Mexican cowboys in their jeans, long-sleeve
western shirts, sombreros and boots.  Some wore backwards baseball caps and
tennis shoes.

Bob and I climbed up onto the wooden bench to look into the arena.  Paco ran off
to hang out with some of the cowboys.  A big bull was led into the arena.  He
did not look anything like a ferocious bullfight type of bull.  Bob explained
that these bulls were for working or stud service.  Nobody wanted a ferocious
bull on his ranch.  Still they looked scary enough to me.

The band stopped playing and suddenly several boys, around 16 to 20 years old,
ran up to jump on the bull.  The first one on got pulled off and another took
his place by the time the bull took off jumping and spinning.  The boy hung on
for several seconds before he was flung to the ground.  Everybody gasped when
the bull almost stomped on the boy who just barely rolled away in time.  The
band started playing again and another explosive rocket shot high into the sky.

A big, black and mean-looking monster with huge dangling testicles was led into
the arena and again several boys wanted to climb on but this time a man selected
one boy and chased the others out of the arena.  The boy kicked the bull's sides
with the heels of his boots and finally the bull started walking, slowly.  The
crowd laughed hysterically.  Another boy ran up behind the bull and twisted his
tail, finally getting him pissed off enough to start bucking and trying to throw
the boy off, which he did quickly enough -- right into the fence.  The boy got
up and ran, limping, and scrambled up the side of the railing with the bull in
hot pursuit.

Then another boy darted into the arena and jumped onto the same bull!

"Oh my God!" yelled Bob, "it's Paco!"

The little black Mexican held onto the rope with both hands and would not let go
even when the bull bounced him off of his back so that the boy was hanging right
under his left horn and getting swung and jerked all around!  But somehow Paco
got back onto the bull's back and the ride continued for several more seconds
while the crowd cheered, whistled and laughed.  Finally the boy hit the ground
hard and several men ran up to control the bull and lead him away.  Paco got up
to the cheers of the crowd, the band played again and another rocket shot off
into the sky.

"Damn," said Bob, "I do not know if I am ready for this assistant daddy role.
No wonder his father sent him off to live with me."

I bought a couple of cold beers and Bob bought some tacos from the vendors.
Paco was talking to some cowboys behind us on the ground.  Bob waved a taco at
him and he climbed up to get it.  Several people patted him on his back and
congratulated him on staying on a bull longer than the other boys had.  Bob
pointed out one of the boys that Paco had been talking to and said that he would
like to meet him.  Paco whistled to him and the boy climbed up to sit with us.
Bob gave him a taco.  He looked to be about 14 years old and I knew what Bob had
in mind.

The band stopped playing and another bull was led into the ring.  We watched
about three more of these hilarious and nerve-wracking events, and then in a
lull we heard a loud commotion behind us.  It was a fight!  Two young cowboys
were punching and kicking each other.

"Hey!" yelled Paco, "that is my friend Jacinto!"

Several other boys jumped into the fight and suddenly Paco was in the middle of
it!  Four men came running up shouting at the boys to stop fighting and then
beat them with sticks until they dispersed into the crowd.  After a while Paco
returned, scratched and bruised, to sit with us, and his friend Jacinto, with a
swollen lip, followed him.  Bob was now sitting between the two new boys, the 14
year old and the 16 year old Jacinto.  Between them and me sat Paco.  Bob told
me not to let Paco get away again, and then he started chatting up the other
boys.

After a couple more bull-riding rounds Bob got up with the boys and said that we
were going for a walk.  I followed along and we left the jaripeo and walked out
of town with Jacinto in the lead.

"Where are we going?" I asked Bob.

"To a place in the woods.  The boys are going to let us see them naked."

We climbed up a steep path for about fifteen minutes and then through a grove of
pine trees to a clearing.

"OK, Jacinto, you first."

Jacinto stood there for a moment looking around, nervous.  He was very cute even
with the swollen lip.  He was covered with dirt and one of his shirt sleeves was
almost torn off at the shoulder.  The other boys urged him to get on with it.
He tossed his cowboy hat onto the ground and then slowly unsnapped the buttons
of his cowboy shirt until we could see the smooth, brown skin of his chest and
abdomen, unsnapped his cuffs and finally took off the shirt and threw it on the
ground beside the hat.

"Wow! said Bob, "what a beauty!  Come on, let's check him out."

Bob approached the boy and urged me to follow.

"Feel these nice arms, good firm muscles under that smooth skin."  Bob took one
of my hands and put it on the boy's chest.  "Go ahead, as long as he doesn't
complain it's OK.  Umm, nice flat stomach.  I love this boy."

So Bob and I felt all over the boy's upper body and he just kept grinning and
not complaining.  Then we stepped back and Bob asked him to take off his jeans.
He hesitated, but with the urging of the other boys he sat down on a boulder and
removed his boots and socks.  Then he stood up, unbuckled his belt, pulled down
his jeans and stepped out of them.  Now he was wearing just his boxer shorts and
we could see the outline of his "chorizo" hanging down the left side.

"Take it off, take it off," sung the other boys.

"Shhh! said Bob."

"My shorts too?" asked Jacinto.  Aren't I naked enough?  What if someone comes
along?"

"Yes, your shorts too.  We want to see you naked, completely naked."

Again Jacinto looked around nervously but then pulled down his boxers and
stepped out of them naked.  The boy's dick was a rich chocolate, several shades
darker than his medium-brown skin.  The shaft of his penis was somewhat swollen
and the foreskin had pulled back to reveal about half of the shiny, maroon
head.  He had a little patch of hair above his dick and just the start of hair
on his balls.

"What a beautiful boy," said Bob.  I would have loved to meet him a few years
ago."

The 16 year old boy had a little hair on his calves, and thus he was too old for
Bob.

"Turn around, boy.  Let us see you from all angles.  Hold your arms over your
head."

The naked boy turned around holding his arms up.  He had little patches of black
hair in his arm pits.  Bob would not like that either.  The boy's ass was tight
and firm, no sag at all, no crease under the cheeks.  I loved the show of this
beautiful boy.  I think that any man would enjoy seeing him if he could get past
his homophobia.  Too bad that we let the animals run around naked but insist
that people, even very beautiful people like this one, must be covered up.

"You are a beautiful young man, Jacinto.  Thank you for the show.  No, don't put
your clothes on yet -- stay naked.  OK, next boy, what is your name?"

The 14 year old boy shook his head no.  He looked nervous and scared.

"His name is Victor, said Paco.  Come on, get naked, it won't hurt."

"But my thing is real little," said Victor, "it isn't worth seeing."

"That does not matter," said Bob, "I like the little ones too."

Still the boy refused and even started edging toward the exit, but Paco blocked
him.

"Look," said Paco, I will get naked too just to show you how easy it is."

In a flash the little Afro-Mexican stripped naked and stood there proudly with
his little weenie sticking out hard.

"OK, now you have to do it," Paco said.  "If you don't we will know you are a
faggot."

So Victor, not to let this little boy out-macho him, threw his cowboy hat on the
ground, pulled the T-shirt off over his head (no armpit hair) and sat on the
rock to remove his tennis shoes and socks.  He stood up again and undid his belt
and jeans, pulled them down and kicked them off.  He wasn't wearing any
underwear.  His penis was soft and the foreskin covered the glans, but it was
bigger than Paco's was hard.  He had a tiny patch of pubic hair but none on his
balls.  And no hair on his legs.

"He is perfect," said Bob, "let's feel him."

So Bob and I felt the cute kid all over, and the boy's dick grew to a
respectable size for a 14 year old.  Bob dropped to his knees and gave the kid's
dick a lick right on the tip of his wet glans.  The boy jumped back and covered
his dick with his hands, looking shocked.

"Let him suck you," said Paco.  He sucks me and it feels great.  If you don't
let him suck you then you are a faggot."

So to show that he really was a macho, Victor stepped up to Bob and stuck his
dick in his mouth.  Jacinto, Paco and I just stared and watched the expert
servicing the boy, but I was just as enthralled with the changing expressions on
the boy's face while he was probably feeling the most pleasurable sensation of
his life.

Then Jacinto took my hand and I looked at him curiously.  He was looking down at
his dick, now stiff and drooling, and wrapped my
hand around it.  I understood what he was offering.  He went over and sat down
on the boulder and opened his legs wide.  I
could not take my eyes off of that thing between his legs.  His foreskin was
pulled back so tight that it looked like he did not even
have one, and the glans was slimy.  I went to him as if on command and knelt
down to honor his budding masculinity at the
expense of my own.

It is curious that when we civilized human beings get horny we turn into lizards
again.  I am the kind of up-tight man who will send a glass back to the kitchen
if it has a tiny little smudge on it.  And now I am about to take this boy's
unwashed penis into my mouth.  He has been riding a horse, riding a bull, in a
fight, and sweating while we hiked up the hill.  A mysterious, pungent aroma hit
me even before my face approached the thing, but my desire overcame any doubts
about hygiene -- in fact I did not think at all, not until it was over and I had
swallowed the wad of cum he gave me, and then I was amazed at what I had done.

Back on the bus heading to Veracruz I asked Paco what the fight was about.  Paco
said that someone saw Jacinto fucking the other boy's girlfriend in the woods
and ran to tell him about it.  So that explained the fight and also the
mysterious flavor of Jacinto's dick.

...................................................

I will write another episode of my Veracruz vacation if anybody is interested.

rogerrandel5@yahoo.com

Roger Randel