Mexico Beach Hotel
By Greg Bowden
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
The trouble was, as the new guy, the young MBA, I didn't have the background or
experience to figure out what was
My boss came into my office and said, "Billy"--that was
another problem; I looked so young everyone treated me as if I was a
kid--"Billy, you really don't look so good." He held up his hand, deflecting my
response. "I know, I know. You're young and invincible, ten feet tall and
bulletproof. But you've really been putting in a lot of extra hours. Now that
the budget is finally finished I want you to take some time off."
"No, I mean it. I want you to get out of the office
for at least a week. Go south, somewhere where it's sunny and warm, to a beach
or something. Just get out of here!"
He turned on his heel but stopped himself and turned
back to me. "Oh, yeah," he said, handing me an envelope. "Something
to read on the way to the airport." He was out the door before I could
I tore open the envelope and found a check for $10,000
with a note that said You did good on the budget. Have fun. Go.
So I went.
I put on my coat, left a voice-mail message for my
secretary and rode the elevator down thirty-seven floors to see my friend Larry
who's a travel agent.
"Just like that? You want to leave tomorrow but don't know where you
want to go?" Larry thinks travel should be long and well planned.
"Yeah, just like that. Someplace
warm. With palm trees or something."
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then dug through
his desk drawer. He looked at some notes and smiled. "You got money to spend
for the perfect vacation?"
I thought about the check in my pocket. "Well, yeah.
"Maybe not this much. But for $450 a day you can have the vacation of your
young gay life. Palm trees and all."
I looked at him. "What, are you kidding? $450 a day?"
"Listen. I've never been there and only booked it
twice but they tell me it's the experience of a lifetime. You fly down to this
small town, way down in Belize. There's only one flight a day and that gets in late
so you have to stay at some hotel. Then, the next day, they take you to this
resort, out in the jungle. The rooms are supposed to be beautiful and
I shook my head. "Belize? Where the hell is Belize?"
"South of Mexico. You fly into Belize City"
"I can't believe this. Belize? And for $450 a day what's everything?"
"Hey, I'm just telling you what they have. You get all
your food, drinks, swimming, massage, palm trees; you name it. And it's gay. All guys." He looked at me expectantly. "Come on, you can
afford it. At least for four or five days. That's
only, let's see, $2,250."
That check was burning a hole in my pocket. If I put
half of it away $2,250 was still less than half of what'd be left. Plus airfare. "Can you get me there? Tomorrow?"
He didn't even answer, just picked up the phone. I
went over to a rack and looked at some brochures. It sure would be cheaper to
go to Florida.
After what seemed like a long time Larry hung up the
phone. "You're all set. You leave tomorrow. You go to Dallas and then Belize City. They meet you there and take you to a hotel in Punta
Gorda, then they take you to
the resort on Friday." He looked down at his notes. "Oh yeah, the plane's full
so you have to go first class."
Oh well. At $450 a day, you should go first class
anyway. Larry did some things with the computer, ran the printer and handed me
"I put it on your Visa. Don't forget your passport and
a sexy bathing suit." He stood, walked around the desk and pulled me into a
hug. "I wish I was going. All those guys!"
"There's just one little thing Larry. What's the name
of this place I'm going to?"
"It's called the Mexico Beach Hotel. And before you
ask, I don't know why it's called that. Maybe they thought no one would know
where Belize is."
So, the next morning, armed with my trusty Visa card,
my passport and a very sexy new bathing suit, I sat on a wide leather seat,
drinking champagne and wondering what the hell I was doing.
Belize City had a nice enough airport and sure enough, just
inside the gate stood an extremely handsome man holding up a sign with my name
on it. The man introduced himself as Paco, we
retrieved my luggage, got in a new Mercedes and set off down a narrow road to
The hotel was pretty basic and Paco apologized for us
having to stay there that night. It seems the government wouldn't allow
passenger boats out of the harbor at night any more so we'd have to leave in
I hoped Paco and I would have to share a bed--or at
least a room--but no such luck. After dinner and a drink at the bar we went to
our separate rooms.
In the morning, around seven, there was a knock on my
door. "It is Paco, Se˝ior. I have coffee."
I opened the door to find him, clad only in a towel,
holding a tray with two mugs on it. "I also need a favor," he grinned, handing
me one of the mugs. "The shower in my room isn't so good and I wondered if we
might use yours."
I nodded and sipped my coffee wondering who we was. He
cleared up the question by saying, "You will wash my back for me, no? And I..."
He finished the sentence with a wide smile and a flash of white teeth.
With his towel off he was pretty much perfect. He was
a big man and every part of him was in perfect proportion. His skin was a deep
brown color and he appeared to be completely hairless except for his upper lip
and a wide band just above his dick. His head was mostly bald and the part that
wasn't was shaved. His moustache was dark but with hints of gray in it, his
pubic hair was loosely curled and, when I touched it, very soft.
The shower was barely big enough to hold us and whenever one of us moved it was always against the other.
He seemed fascinated with the curly hair on my chest and belly and he lathered
it several times, always including my pubic hair. He let me play with his dick
while he lathered me but it wasn't until I hefted his balls that he sucked in
air and became hard. Then he turned me around and slowly pushed himself into
me. He took his time and it was very pleasurable. I'm sort of partial to sex that
way and he showed me why. He made it last as long as the hot water did and when
the water turned cool he shifted a little so that his dick was hitting my
prostate with every long stroke. When I knew he was near I started to jack my
cock but he pulled my hands away and held them so that all I could do was help
him play with my balls.
And then he came. And came. And came until it was running down my legs. Then, in one
smooth move, he pulled out of me, turned me around, squatted and took me into
his mouth, right down to my pubic hair. It was my turn and what a turn it was.
After, when we were dressed and
having breakfast, he told me he was sure I was going to have a very good
time at the Mexico Beach Hotel.
The trip to the resort was fairly uneventful except
for almost being involved in a three way crash at the breakwater. Paco merely
laughed and said, "See? It is why the harbor is closed at night."
The resort itself just about blew me away. The main
building was two stories and curved, embracing the whitest, softest looking
beach I have ever seen. The beach was dotted with umbrellas, small tables and
lounge chairs, all painted a blue that matched the
sky. When we docked I could see that the beach was well populated by men, all
of them in bright and skimpy bathing suits.
There was a pool with a bar off to one side and wide
steps leading up to the building on the other. Paco took my suitcase and led me
up several terraces to the main entrance to the hotel. The lobby was mostly
white marble and sky blue tile and there didn't seem to be anyone there. "Where
do I check in?"
Paco laughed again, showing those white teeth. "You
already are, as you say, checked in. Come, I will take you to your room."
We climbed a flight of stairs, went down a hall and
Paco opened a door, ushering me into a large, bright room overlooking the
beach, on the opposite side from the pool. The room was beautiful, from the sky
blue spread on the king size bed to the white gauze curtains on the doors to
the balcony. Paco pointed out the air conditioning controls, "although you will never use it" and handed me the remote for
the thirty-eight inch TV hanging on the wall. "You will probably use that
although there is no TV here except for the movies we show you." I later found
that what he meant was nine channels of some very classy porn. There was also a
fully stocked bar and Paco pointed out the phone which had special buttons for
everything from Room Service to Massage.
In the bathroom there was a shower that could easily
hold four men--as long as they were friendly--and a whirlpool tub. There was also
a bidet, two sinks and a rack of very soft towels.
"Come," Paco said. "We will
For the next half hour he led me around the resort,
pointing out the restaurant ("anything
you want from French lobster to American hamburgers"), the bar ("try the special margarita"), the spa
pavilion (patting my butt: "anything
you could want"), the pool ("come after dark some night") the horse
stables (patting my butt again: "when you
want only to ride") and finally the beach where he introduced me to one of
the beach attendants, a boy called Chelo ("sit
in his section and he will service you well").
After the tour Paco had to take some guests back to
the airport and I decided to hit the beach. Changed into my sexy new bathing
suit I sought out Chelo who established me in one of the lounge chairs under a
large umbrella. I turned down his suggestion of a margarita if favor of ice and
water and turned my attention to the other men on the beach.
A short while later a man came and
stood beside me. "Hello. May I
sit?" He indicated the empty lounge next to me. Standing, his black knit
bathing suit was exactly at my eye level. I could have sworn that something
moved inside that suit.
"Sure. I'd like that." I dragged my eyes up to his
face. He was very tan with dark brown hair and a killer smile. His eyes seemed
to me to be a dark gold color and they reflected his smile.
"I am Dable," he said, extending his hand.
"Billy," I said, letting my eyes drift back to that
black bathing suit. "From Chicago."
He sat, spreading his legs and reaching inside his
suit to rearrange his equipment. Looking over at me he ran his hand over the
bulge he had created and said, "And what is that you are drinking? It looks
I held up the glass of ice and looked at it before
going back to the study of whatever it was he was gently scratching. "It is. Or was. You know."
He laughed. "I know. But it's not what you should be
drinking out here on this beautiful beach." He lifted his hand and Chelo
materialized beside him.
"Two special margaritas if you don't mind, Chelo."
Chelo dematerialized and Dable put his hand in his suit and rearranged himself
again. When he finished the bulge looked bigger and was pointing directly at
He asked me how I was enjoying my stay and we chatted
until Chelo brought the drinks. Dable raised his glass to me and said, "To your
excellent stay." We clinked glasses and drank of the best tropical drink I'd
As we talked I just couldn't get my eyes out of this
man's crotch. He didn't seem to mind, in fact he
seemed to like it. At least every five minutes he rearranged it, sometimes by
reaching into his bathing suit and sometimes just pushing it around from
When his drink was about finished he leaned very close
to me and whispered, "You like it, don't you? Would you like to see it? Play
with it perhaps?"
I nodded, my mouth suddenly
"There is a price to pay, you know. Everything of
value has a price to pay."
I looked up and he was grinning. I leaned even closer
to him, our faces not quite touching. "And the price, Dable?"
He moved just slightly away and looked me up and down.
"You must go with me down to the sea. We will walk out, into the water, until
it is up to our middles. You will remove and hand me your bathing suit. Then I
will take your hand and we will walk out of the water and up the beach, into
the hotel, to my room." He paused, letting it sink in. "Can you pay the price?"
I guess somewhere deep in my psyche there is more than
a bit of an exhibitionist. I didn't hesitate. "Yes."
His eyes lit up. "Good. Let us go now."
We stood and I saw that he was well on the way to an
erection. As was I. He asked me to turn around and as
I turned back he put his hand on my ass and said, "You are quite beautiful. We
We walked down the beach and out into a warm and calm
sea. When the water covered our suits he put a hand on my shoulder to steady
me. I got out of my suit and handed it to him, managing to brush a hand over that
bulge I wanted so much to see and play with. He smiled, took the bathing suit,
wrung it out, and took my hand. "Are you..."
"Yes but hurry. I'm going to lose control of it any
We walked up the middle of the beach, him in his black
knit suit and me, naked. Nothing was said or done but all eyes were on us. I
felt my dick stirring and knew if I didn't get to his room soon, I was going to
sprout major wood right there on the beach.
I didn't make it. There were six or eight guys in the
lobby, on their way to the beach. Dable stopped and introduced me to every one
of them, his hand on my ass. He completely ignored the fact that I was naked
and the rest tried to but I couldn't.
By the time introductions were finished my dick was standing at full attention.
Dable looked at it and said, "I'm sorry we can't go and have a drink with you
just now but we have something... to do."
At the top of the stairs Dable took hold of my dick
and pulled me to him. "You are very calm and confident." He kissed me. "I like
that in a man."
In his room he let me peel off his knit suit. I was
careful not to touch him but it didn't work; his dick sprang out of the suit as
hard as my own. When he was as naked as I he put his
hand on my ass and steered me out onto his balcony which was directly above the
entrance to the hotel, overlooking the beach. The front of the balcony was
solid and almost waist high so that anyone looking up from the beach wouldn't
be able to see that we were naked.
Dable kissed me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Would you perhaps like to taste it first?" He put pressure on my shoulders and
I slowly sank down, running my tongue over his belly and into his lush pubic
hair. I let my hands play over his dick and then heft his balls as I slowly
took him in my mouth. He was big, both long and thick but he didn't try to
hurry me. He just let me take my time and slowly I was able to take him, until
my nose was buried in his hair.
He let out a soft moan. "Please, make it wet and slick
and then come back to me."
I took him into my throat and then slowly came off his
dick, leaving it with a thick coating of saliva. When I stood he turned me and
positioned me so I was bent at the waist, resting on the railing of the
balcony. He moved behind and very gently pressed into me. I took a deep breath and the head of his dick slipped in and he paused,
letting me accustom myself to his thickness. When I pressed back he slowly
pushed the rest of himself into me, until I was filled with him.
He gently stroked in me for a moment and then bent
down to whisper in my ear. "They all know. Any who bother to look up here know
what is happening to you, what I am doing to you. They can't see me
disappearing into you or the curve of your beautiful backside but they know I
am inside you. Do you mind? Everyone knowing?"
I shook my head. I didn't mind; I found it very
exciting. He straightened up and stroked faster in me,
running his hands over my buns and whispering something unintelligible.
I looked down, towards the beach. Sure enough there were quite a few guys
looking up at us, some of them running their hands over their crotches. "I'm
going to come."
Dable's strokes became longer until he was pulling
completely out and then shoving himself back into me, as deep as he could go.
It was too much and I let go, pumping my cum out
against the front of the balcony. As I did Dable hissed, "Oh yes, oh yes," and
I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his seed.
When we both had caught our breath he pulled me up and
walked me back into his room, his dick still in me. He slipped out when we lay
down but then he rolled me onto my side and he was still hard enough to push
back into me. He put his arm around me and pulled me tight against him. "A little sleep, my friend. It will be a late night."
We did sleep, for a couple of hours. When I woke he
was still inside me. I lay there, in his arms, savoring the feel of his dick. I
finally realized that he was no longer hard but was big enough that he didn't
slip out of me. He woke and slid his hand down my belly, taking hold of my
dick. I felt him begin to grow in me. When he was fully hard he stroked a time
or two and then withdrew.
"Time enough for that, later," he said, kissing the
back of my neck. "Now I believe it is almost the cocktail hour. Shall we shower
and then go and drink something very cold and very dry?"
In the shower he washed me, laughing when his touch
made me hard and then again when he pulled my buns apart and kissed what he
called my little pink bud. I returned
the favor and he moaned when I kissed his little tan bud.
I said I would have to go down to my room to get
something to wear but he said we were the same size and I should wear something
of his. He chose a pair of white pants which were tailored so that the ass was
very tight and in front there was a pouch for my dick. He added a very pale
blue muscle tee and sandals. He wouldn't give me underwear. "And hide that
place of beauty?" he said, fondling my buns. "No, never."
He wore light gray pants, no underwear, and a darker
gray shirt. We made quite a couple.
Over martinis he asked me about Chicago, what I did there and how I could possibly stand the
winters there. Over dinner he told me he had a house in San Salvador and traveled some. After dinner we walked on the
beach looking at the stars and then had a another
martini in the bar. Around ten we went back to his room. We both undressed and
he took me in his arms.
"You liked what we did today?" I nodded. "You like
that? Getting... umm getting..."
"Fucked? You can say it. Come on,
let's hear it. Fucked."
He grinned at me. "Fucked.
You like that? I mean not just from me but just... Being fucked?"
I nodded. "Yes, I like it very much. But once in a
while I like it the other way, too." I patted his naked ass.
He smiled. "Myself also." He
patted my dick. "Once in a while." He kissed me. "But
tonight is for you. We will have some fun, I think. Let us go."
He took my hand and opened the door. "We will go down
to the playroom."
"Naked? Like on the beach?"
"We have no need of clothes in the playroom." He
shrugged. "Why be burdened with them."
And so, naked, hand in hand, we walked down the hotel
corridor, down some stairs, outside and into one of the pavilions. It was dim
but as I became accustomed to the light I saw there were fifty or sixty men
inside, a few in leather but most of them naked. Some were playing with one
another and some were watching but all seemed intent on just one thing: sex.
Dable led me to a large round platform, raised a couple
of feet off the floor. "Now we shall show them that which they could not see
this afternoon," he whispered in my ear. "Please, again make me very wet."
I went down to my knees and took his soft dick in my
mouth, clear to the base. Almost immediately it began to grow, forcing itself
into my throat. I swallowed on it a couple of times and he moaned very softly
and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled back some so I could
breath and then took him into my throat again.
"Yes. That is enough." He moved back, onto the
platform and stretched out on his back. I went to lie beside him but he said,
"No. Like this." He indicated that he wanted me to straddle him and take him
As I slowly let myself down on him he grinned. "Yes.
Yes," he said, combing his fingers through the hair on my chest and belly. "You
are so beautiful."
I rocked back and forth on him, riding him, bringing
pleasure to both of us. He pulled me down and kissed me. "They are all
looking," he whispered in my ear. "They are jealous of me, being inside you.
Shall..." He lightly tongued my ear. "Shall we let them try it? Let them feel the
great pleasure you bring to me?" I nodded, not completely sure of what was
going to happen.
He pushed me up so that he was deep inside me and then
helped me come off of him. He pulled me back down and kissed me deeply. "You
will lie here, on top of me, your organ just next to
mine, between us." When I did he wedged his feet between mine and pushed my
legs wide apart. He then kissed me and ran his hands over my buns, holding them
apart for a moment.
I shivered when I felt a new pair of hands on my ass.
Dable kissed me and put his lips to my ear. "Enjoy it, my beautiful one. Enjoy
I felt what could only be the head of a dick pressing
at my ass. I relaxed and it slipped into me. His strokes were strong and made
me move against Dable. I was very aware of Dable's very hard dick lying next to
mine, between us. I wondered if he could feel mine.
I heard a deep moan and felt the dick in me swell and
pulse strongly, shooting it's load. He kissed the back
of my neck and withdrew, leaving me with an empty feeling. The emptiness was
quickly filled by another, larger dick. His strokes were fast and forceful,
rocking me against Dable. I thought I was going to come but Dable beat me to
it. He kissed me and I felt his dick spasm, shooting his cum between us, making
When the man inside me came it was too much and I came
too. Dable whispered, "He made you come?"
"No. It was you, sliding against me." I kissed him and
the man pulled out of me and patted my ass. "Thank you." A third man took his
I lost count of the cocks I took that night. I do know
that Dable came once more and I came twice, both times when someone was coming
in me. At some point Dable whispered to me, "Is it enough?"
"Yes. It is enough"
Dable pushed us so we were lying on our sides and then
helped me up. Dable looked down at himself and then at me. "We are messy, don't
you think? We shall shower."
He led me across the room to a bank of showers.
"Toilets there," he said, indicating a row of stalls. He slapped me lightly on
When I was through he pulled me under a shower with him and proceeded to wash me, from my hair to my feet and
then allowed me to do the same to him. Several men watched us for a while
before one bent and put his hands on the tile wall. The others all fucked him,
still watching us.
Dried off, we walked, still
naked, back to Dable's room. "I shall inspect you," he said, bending me over
the bed and pulling my buns apart. When he was through he kissed my little pink
bud and pulled me up. "You shall have a bath," he said.
He put some sweet smelling crystals in the tub and ran
the water. "It is very hot," he said. "It will relax you." He watched me
gingerly get into the tub and then said, "I will return very soon. You will
stay in the bath."
It was damn hot but it felt wonderful. And it did
relax me, to the point that I was almost asleep when Dable returned bearing a
bottle of iced champagne and two crystal flutes on a silver tray. He helped me
out of the bath, dried me and applied some sort of ointment to my little pink
bud. Then we went to bed and drank champagne.
I woke to the smell of coffee and a kiss. I took care
of my need to pee and climbed back into bed with him. He pushed me down on my
back, swallowed the hot coffee in his mouth and went down on me. I gasped as he
took me into his mouth, still very hot from the coffee. He held me in his mouth
until I was completely hard and brought me to the brink of orgasm with his
tongue. Then he pulled off and grinned at me.
"A little tease, uh? A little something to give you an appetite for more, later.
For now we will have breakfast."
I made a grab for him but he was too fast for me and laughed.
"You are hungry? I mean not for me but for food?" I had to admit that I was.
He insisted that I wear a tiny thong bathing suit that
didn't even cover all of my pubic hair or any of my buns. The back was nothing
but a narrow strip of cloth that fit neatly between them. When I put it on it
made me hard again. "That's not all the suit," I said, squeezing my dick
through the flimsy fabric. "Most of it's because of your tease."
He laughed. "I left you that way so you will come back
with me later and let me finish." He gave me a pair of loose shorts and a shirt
to wear to the restaurant, "So you will not inflame the staff with desire. Then
we will go to the beach where I can show you off."
The smell of food in the restaurant made us both
realize how hungry we were so we skipped breakfast and sat on the patio under a
sky blue umbrella with thick, rare steaks and a bottle of red wine. Afterwards
we walked through the gardens at the back of the hotel, admiring the bright
blooms and listening to the birds calling from the jungle beyond. Dable took my
hand in his and we found that we didn't
need to talk.
An hour later
we settled under another sky blue umbrella on the beach. "You were quite
magnificent last night, you know," Dable said, combing his fingers through the
hair on my belly. "I have never seen a man take, and give, such pleasure as you
did. Did you know, one man came three times to you?
His pleasure was as great as yours, as was mine."
tired of my belly and was now playing with my nipples. "You have got to stop
that," I said, "or my dick will burst out of this thin little pouch you call a
He grinned. "Ah, then, of course, I will. Come, we
will walk." He took my hand.
"I can't. Everyone will see what you do to me, that you make me hard."
He laughed. "That they saw last night. Now they will
only see red cloth and think that you are the biggest man here. Come."
We walked through the others on the beach and into the
surf. When we were waist deep I made a lunge and managed to get his trunks down
to his knees. I reached for his dick and found it as hard as mine.
"Turnabout?" He ducked down in the water and when he came up he
handed me his trunks. "And yours?"
I slipped out of the thong and handed it to him. He
grinned with delight and kissed me. "Now we must swim, make ourselves
presentable in the daylight."
We swam and played in the water until both of us were
soft again. Then, without a word, we handed each other our suits and steadied
one another while we got into them.
We stayed on the beach until early afternoon when
Dable began to play with the hair on my chest again. After a short time he
leaned over and whispered, "I think it is time for a little afternoon sleep,
We went to his room and took a shower where we again
washed each other from head to foot. When we were through we were both in
serious need of release. We got on the bed, head to crotch and began a game of
who-can-last-the-longest. Dable won, of course, but only by a half minute or
so. Then he turned around, gathered me into his arms and said, "We shall sleep
Later we had cocktails and dinner on the terrace and
then watched the show by the pool. The show consisted mainly of men stripping
and, once naked, falling into the pool where they played with whoever wanted to
play. Unlike the night before, this was lighthearted and casual. There were a
few orgasms but not many.
"Do you want to join them?"
I shook my head. "Last night was enough. Tonight, just you."
We went to his room and found a bottle of champagne in
an ice bucket. We undressed and drank a toast to each other. "You know," he
said, running his finger along the length of my dick, "I think perhaps it is
`once in a while.' For you too?"
I put my hand on his ass. "Yes. For
He folded a pillow in the middle of the bed, put a
towel over it and settled himself. "I am yours," he said, "but I wish to see as
you enter me, to see your eyes."
I straddled his chest and lightly rubbed the underside
of my dick over his lips. "Will you wet me?"
He nodded and took me into his mouth. He pulled me
forward until he had all of me and I felt him swallowing on me. When I pulled
back my dick was coated with his thick saliva.
I moved back over his body and he bent his legs,
presenting himself to me. When I pressed the head of my dick against his little
tan pucker it relaxed and opened to me, welcoming me. As I entered him our eyes
locked and I hoped he could see the pleasure in mine that I saw in his.
When I was completely in him he whispered, "Yes. Yes,"
and pulled me down to kissed me for a long time,
holding my face between his hands.
I moved in him, long, very slow strokes. He reacted by
grasping my ass and pulling me into him as deep as I could go and then
releasing me to pull back. We did this, at the same slow pace for a long time,
until his eyes began to glaze over. He pulled me down again, into a kiss. "It
is time," he mumbled. "Yes, it is time," and he came, as did I. A long, drawn out orgasm that seemed never to end.
Later, showered, dried and sitting naked on the
balcony he toasted me with his champagne. "You have many talents, I think. That
one is very high among them."
I leaned in and kissed him. "Thank you. That's high
praise from the master."
We slept late the next morning and fell into an easy
sixty-nine when we woke. At the end he slid his thumb into my ass and pressed
it against my prostate, making me come. When we were finished he kissed me and
said, "You have very strong muscles down there when you come. Perhaps we could
find a man to do that for you, take you in his mouth and make you come while I
am inside you." He pulled back so I could see his grin. "I would like to feel
that, inside you."
He seemed to have an unending supply of bathing suits
and that morning he handed me a white one, cut in a low "V" both back and
front, the front so low that it barely hid the base of my dick. Dable chose a
cream colored suit that wasn't cut quite as low but was very nearly transparent
in places. "We shall show ourselves off," he said. "So we might catch someone."
We covered up with loose shorts and tops.
At breakfast I got to thinking and said, "You know?
This is my third day here and I've never even been in my room except to change
into my bathing suit that first day."
He laughed. "Perhaps they will give you a refund." His
face fell, "Unless you wish to go to it, perhaps to be alone. Or with another."
I reached across the table and took his hand. "No, nothing like that, Dable. Being with you has made this
perfect for me. It just occurred to me that all I've worn were your clothes and
you may get tired of dressing me, that's all."
He smiled again. "Perhaps.
But I will never tire of undressing
you. And those things never looked so good as on you.
Later, on the beach, Dable said, "You see that man,
the one looking at you?" He nodded towards a tall redheaded man with serious
muscles. "He is the one who came to you three times in the playroom. Do you
It took me a moment to connect it to what he'd said
that morning. I laughed and finished his sentence. "... that
he'd like to blow me while you fuck me?"
"Am I so obvious?"
"Yes, and I love you for it. Shall I ask him?" I
nodded at the man and he got up and came over to us.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but you look very familiar. I'm
Jack, by the way." He stuck out his hand.
I rose and shook his hand. "I'm Billy and this is
Dable stood up and offer his hand. "We have been
Jack blushed and nodded. "I've been doing the same to
you. But this man," he looked at me, "seems so familiar. Are you by any chance
"I am. You look familiar too. Where do you work?"
"Grossman and Jones, you know..."
I did and it suddenly dawned on me where I had seen
him. "I work for TotalCom, five floors above you.
I've seen you in the elevator.
He looked me up and down. "Yeah, that's it. If you'd
been wearing a suit and tie and carrying a briefcase I would have recognized
you right away."
Dable smiled. "Well then, since you are old friends
you will join us. He gave a careless wave of his hand and Chelo
was immediately beside him. "A lounge for Mr. Jack here and
three of your special margaritas." Chelo did
his disappearing act and very quickly there was another of the beach boys,
bringing the lounge. We were no more settled than Chelo
appeared with the drinks.
We talked about Chicago and how cold it was there. Dable talked a little about San Salvador and how warm it was. We had lunch on the beach
and then went for a walk, ending up at
the pool where we had a drink and watched the boys, a few of them naked, for a
while. About three I grinned at Dable and said to
Jack, "We're going up and have a little nap. Would you like to join us?"
His face lit up. "I was thinking about something along
those lines but didn't quite know how to get around to it." He looked at both
our crotches. "I'd like to see you from the front."
We went up to Dable's room and found that all three of
us fit nicely in the shower. Jack washed both Dable and me and then we washed
him. Dable was quite taken with Jack's wiry, copper colored pubic hair and Jack
was quite taken with Dable's dick.
"That is a
pretty thing," he said, taking it in his mouth once we were on the bed. Dable
grinned at me and patted my ass, telling me where that pretty thing was going.
After playing some we arranged ourselves and Dable
slid into me while Jack and I sucked on each other's cocks. It was almost
sensory overload for me, having Dable stroking in my ass while Jack sucked on
me and I sucked on him. His dick felt very good in my mouth, slick and very
smooth, and he loved it, fucking my face for a while and then pulling it out so
I could suck on his balls. When I moaned, telling him I was close he came off
me and moved around so he could suck on Dable's balls. That nearly set Dable
Jack and I came at about the same time and Dable
quickly followed. We made a lot of noise. Later Dable told me he had never
experienced anything like being inside me when I came. He was very sweet about
We napped, me between Dable
When we woke Dable announced that it was time to go
down for some iced gin. Jack ran his hand over my ass and wondered if the gin
couldn't wait for a bit. Dable patted Jack's buns and said, "It will be better
after a little wait. Come. We will drink gin and think about how good it will
After dinner we went back to Dable's room where I
found my suitcase on the luggage rack and my bathroom gear on the counter. When
I looked at Dable he just shrugged and said,. "I hope
you don't mind. I had the boy bring it." I kissed him and we both proceeded to
When we got in bed Jack petted my ass and said, "I
really want in there again, Billy. It is so... I don't know. It's just a nice
place to be."
Dable leaned down and kissed Jack. "We will make it
better this time. You will experience both of us, at the same time."
I took Dable in my mouth to make him hard and wet and
then held his dick as it started into Jack.
When he was all the way in I did the same for Jack, except he was
already very hard. As Jack slid into me both Dable and I groaned, he from
Jack's ass sliding along his dick and me from the bulk of Jack's dick sliding
As Jack stroked in me he also moved on Dable. "Ah,
Jack," Dable said softly, "you have most of the work. But then you also have
twice the pleasure so it is equitable."
It was very good and I knew exactly when Dable came
because it made Jack come too. I felt him shooting in me and I knew Dable was
shooting in him. When we disconnected Dable moved over behind me. "May I?" he
asked. I pushed back against him, taking him into me. Jack, on the other side,
pressed back up to me and I slipped into him. This time I had most of the work
but as Dable had said, I had twice the pleasure so it was equitable. I also
came first and made Dable cry out with his own orgasm.
We dozed for a while before Jack dressed and said he
was going down to the pool. Dable and I decided just to curl up together and
sleep. In the morning Dable opened himself to me again, lying on his stomach
and bearing my weight on his back. Afterward we breakfasted on the beach and
then went horseback riding in the jungle.
In the afternoon Dable introduced me to the pleasures
of the spa where two handsome young men took us into the shower and washed us
before two more handsome young men laid us side by side and massaged us until
After dinner we found Jack in the bar and took him up
to bed with us. We did what Dable said was his favorite thing: fucking me while
Jack and I blew each other. It happened again, I made
Dable come simply by coming myself. Jack spent the night with us and in the
early morning he fucked me while Dable blew me.
We had breakfast in the restaurant and then it was all
over. Paco came to the table and gently reminded me
that it was nearly time to go and I should get packed. I laughed and Dable
looked at me inquiringly. "I don't think I ever unpacked," I said to him. "So I
have nothing to pack."
We went up to the room and both Dable and Jack kissed
me and patted me on the ass. "I shall miss you," Dable whispered. "Come back."
There were three other men leaving that day so we were
five in the boat to Punta Gorda and then in the
Mercedes to Belize
City. At the
airport Paco saw to our check-in
and walked us to the gate and waited for the plane to come in. There
were five new guests on it.
The flight to Dallas was uneventful as was the one to Chicago where I got in at seven in the morning. When I got
home the message light was flashing on the phone. I ignored it and went to take
a hot shower. I'd slept on the plane so I wasn't in too bad a shape; I decided
to go into the office. But first the phone.
It was a message from my secretary. "Billy," she said
with some anger in her voice. "Call me the minute you get in
and do not, I repeat, do not come to the office before you talk to me."
She gave me her cell phone number and cautioned me again not to go to the
office before talking to her.
I called immediately and she answered on the first
ring. "Where the hell have you been?"
"I told you..."
you were going to some beach hotel in Mexico. Do you know how many hotels there are on a beach in Mexico?" I tried to
get a word in but she went right on. "And who's this Louise you went with?"
Louise? "What are you talking about, Sue?"
"Your message said you were going to a beach hotel in Mexico with Louise. Now..."
"Hold on. That's the Mexico Beach Hotel in Belize. That's where I was. Honest. Now what's going on?"
She wasn't overly coherent but what I got was that on
the same day I went to Belize, Kevin, my boss, had disappeared. Only unlike me, he
had disappeared with eleven million dollars. And everyone who knew about it
thought I'd gone with the money and Kevin. The auditors were in an uproar and
the executives, from the Chairman on down, were in a little bit of a panic. The
FBI was involved.
"I'll be right there."
I went directly to the Chairman's office. When his
secretary saw me she said, "You may go right in. He's not expecting you but I'm
sure he'd like to see you."
The Chairman was, to say the least, surprised to see
me. Before I said anything I handed him my boarding passes and passport,
showing when and where I'd been. He said only two words: `With Kevin?"
I shook my head. "Alone." I explained about Kevin
telling me to get out of the office for a few days, the bonus and the trip. He
said he knew about the bonus, had approved it himself, but not that I was going
to be away. Then the rest of the story came out.
Kevin had set up an account called the "Tax
Anticipation Account." Over a period of nine or ten months he'd funneled just
shy of $11,000,000 into, and apparently out of, that account. Where the money
went no one knew but the account was empty.
So was Kevin's apartment. So was Kevin's checking
account. The FBI had been notified of course, and they were going to see if he
had left the country but that would take a lot of time, perhaps enough time to
spend eleven million dollars.
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part would
come when our clients and stockholders found out about it and decided we were
not a trustworthy company. So far the information was on a need-to-know basis
but it couldn't be kept that way for very long.
"Mac, his boss, says he should have known. He says
Kevin was secretive and had no friends in the company to speak of. He's a complete blank. No one even knows if he had
family or a girl-friend or, for that matter, a boy-friend."
It occurred to me that I did. He had a girl-friend.
When he first came to work for the company I'd developed something of a crush
on him and saw to it that I went to a few of the same bars he did. One night
he'd shown up with a good looking woman on his arm and had introduced her as
his fiancÚ. It was, I thought at the time, his way of telling
me that he knew what I was doing and to back off.
We had a drink and when Kevin went to the men's room I
stayed and talked to the girl. It was my way of telling him that I had gotten
his message. It turned out that the girl worked for a bank, running the wire
transfer department and she gave me her card. When Kevin came back I ordered
drinks for both of them and said good night.
I commiserated with the Chairman for another half
hour, promised not to leave town without telling him personally and went back
to my office. After another half hour of explanations to my secretary I went
into my office and stared out the window. I still had that card somewhere. I
knew that because I never throw away anything related to work.
It took me about an hour to find it, in my secretary's
Rolodex. I had her call the bank to set up an appointment but it was as I
suspected. The woman had quit the week before.
It took our auditors, who just happened to be the
bank's auditors also, slightly more than a week to find our money. It took the
FBI another week after that to find Kevin and the girl.
While the FBI was still looking for Kevin I ran into
Jack, the redhead with the serious muscles, in the elevator. He wondered if we
might get together for a drink, maybe dinner. I said, "Sure."
We met at a quiet little bar near the building and
looked at each other over drinks. Even under his business suit you could tell
he worked out. Or maybe that was because I'd seen him naked more than I'd seen
him in clothes.
After a few minutes of small talk about jobs and the
weather I cut to the chase. "You stay with Dable? After I
He nodded. "You really got to him, Billy. I mean, he
talked about you all the time and a couple of times, when he was, as he so delicately
puts it, inside me, he called me Billy. I called him on it and he apologized,
but he did it again. Several times."
I laughed. "I got him to say `fuck' once, but only
once. He is delicate, you know?"
He nodded. "You really ought to go back, Billy. Maybe
let him get over you."
"Sure, I'll just do that. You have his schedule?"
Jack looked at me oddly. "What'd you mean, his schedule?"
"When he'll be there again. I don't think the hotel would just give me that kind
Jack cocked his head. "You mean you haven't figured it
out? Billy, he owns the place. He's
there all the time. Well, I guess he
must go to that house in San Salvador sometimes but certainly not during North American winter when everyone
I hadn't figured it out but it made sense. How else
would my stuff get moved to his room? How else would that big credit for `room
not used' get on my credit card? I wondered if it would be enough to get me
back to Belize because if the truth be told, Dable
really got to me, too.
Jack and I had dinner and then went to my place, for
old times sake. In the morning we promised to get
together soon and do it again.
While the FBI was industriously looking for Kevin the
audit staff was working on reorganizing things so it could never happen again.
I worked closely with them and, in the end, helped reorganize myself out of a
The Chairman called me up to his office on what would
be my last day with the company.
"Bill," he said, "I'm really sorry it worked out this
way. After all, you had the clue that put us on to him. You've been with us for
what, two years?"
"Not quite. Two years in May."
He smiled. "We'll call it two years. In these
circumstances company policy requires me to give you severance pay of a week's
salary for each year worked." He handed me an envelope. "There's more to
company policy than that but I'll bet no one's ever read the rest. Let me read
it to you. `Any employee who recovers
monies lost to the company, other than by his normal duties, is entitled to,
and shall receive, ten percent (10%) of those monies.'" He handed me
another envelope and I had to sit down.
After lunch and some hand shakes I went down to see my
friend Larry, the travel agent.
I got off the plane expecting to see Paco holding a sign with my name on it. He was there alright but Dable was standing
beside him. Dable hugged me and asked how long I
"Until you tire of me I guess."
"Then forever. Come. I have made arrangements."
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