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Chapter Twelve

         Day one we agreed that we’d all do whatever Wayne wanted to do, since it was his birthday trip. After he hobbled out of bed, we sat him down (on the well cushioned loveseat) and gave him a stack of brochures to look at over breakfast. Darby sat beside him wearing what was clearly nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, the outlines the shorts made left nothing to anybody’s imagination. I made a mental note to have that talk with Wayne that I’d already had with Randy. It was funny to see Randy and Lipe both trying to squeeze into the chair directly across from Darby.

         “Randy, we need to go buy you a camera” I said. His eyes shot daggers at me from across the room. Luis was wiping up the orange juice he just spit out when he laughed. Wayne looked over at the boys and snorted. Darby looked confused; I don’t think he knew what was going on. I just concentrated on my breakfast and ignored it all.

         Wayne decided we should do something called Cancun Extreme Adventure, it included an ATV tour, ziplining, swimming in a cenote. We all got ready to go, which basically meant we put on swimsuits, tee shirts and sandals and headed for the garage. It was about an hour’s drive from where we were staying; we got there around 10 o’clock. We decided to do the V.I.P. package since it included snacks and lockers to put our stuff in. We stowed our footwear and everything that might fall out of a pocket. The locker keys were made with a safety pin type keyring so you could secure them to your swimsuit.

         We started off with the ziplining; not my favorite because of a slight fear of heights. I absolutely refused to do the one where they were sending everybody through upside down, hanging from the ankles; I hitched an ATV ride to the far end of that one. After the ziplines, we were shuttled to the ATV station. It was a guided tour, not very ‘extreme’, but still enjoyable. Finally, after snacks we went to the cenote; without a doubt my favorite part of the day. There was a zipline that went across the cenote, but also one that acted like a rope swing. We swam around in the cenote for about two hours. When we headed back, we were all exhausted, and despite the snacks, starving. I grabbed the keys to the Escalade from the lockers and slipped back into my sandals and we headed back to civilization. We stopped in Puerto Morelos and ate a place called The Burger Underground. I ordered what they called a Mac and Manny; it was fabulous but should be called a heart attack on a bun. Two big patties, one stuffed with mac and cheese, topped with more cheese and bacon.

         By the time we meandered our way back to the hotel, it was around 4:30, and with a belly full of food, what our birthday boy wanted to do next is have a siesta. We all retired to our separate areas. Me and Luis actually reclined two of the chaise lounges on the balcony and napped to the sound of the ocean. About an hour later we were woken to the sounds of young lust again. This time the chant was “Randy!...oh Jesus…oh God…Randy! Harder! Harder!....fuck meee!...oh God, Randeeeee! – then silence. Luis had a mile-wide grin across his face, I just smiled and shook my head. Wayne walked out of the balcony door next to ours and said “Damn! Is somebody slaughtering a hog out here?” Me and Luis laughed out loud. Luis told him “No slaughter, but a lot of meat packing going on!”

         When the sun set Wayne and Darby wanted to hit the clubs and party. Randy and Lipe had a similar idea but they wanted to go to Señor Frog’s. Me and Luis decided we’d rather have a quiet evening, so I tossed Wayne the keys to the rental and the four of them left. Me and Luis grabbed the room card key and jumped on the elevator. We didn’t even bother with shoes or shirts, just the swimsuits we’d had on all day. The boardwalk to the beach was still warm from today’s sun but the sand was cool. We stood at the edge of the water together watching the way the moonlight shimmered on the rippling waves. We walked for an hour or so, never speaking, just holding hands and occasionally kissing. By the time we got back to the suite, it was after 10 o’clock. After the exhausting day we’d had we decided to call it a night. We left a lamp on for the partiers and went to bed.

         All hell broke loose at 2:15am. The group came in very loud and very obviously drunk. The balcony door opened and the party moved outside, as in right outside our bedroom. “¿Que carajo?!” Luis cursed, rubbing his eyes. Outside on the balcony Wayne and Darby had pulled up chaise lounges to watch the show. Randy and Felipe had set about spit-roasting what appeared to be the cute Mexican bellboy. The bellboy was bent over one of the small tables with Felipe pounding his tight ass and Randy on the other side raping his throat; well, I guess you couldn’t call it rape since the bellboy was stretching to get more cock into him and fondling Randy’s balls. I had got up on my knees, sitting back on my feet so I could watch the show, when I felt my hips being raised up and felt Luis spit in my crack a couple of times. Apparently, the early morning entertainment had Luis ready to go. I felt his head breaching me, so I tried my best to relax and almost instantly his pubes were against my ass.

         Every stroke Felipe made in the bellboy was a stroke in me. When Lipe started getting in his short strokes, Luis reached in front of me and started flogging my log double speed. The boys came, we came, and from the sputtering and choking the bellboy was doing Randy must have cum too. On the other side of the boys, Wayne and Darby had both passed out, missing the show they more than likely set up to begin with. Our boys and the bellboy went around the corner and into their bedroom. Luis and me felt sorry for the two drunks, so we went out and helped them to Wayne’s room. The rest of the night was quiet.

         When I woke up again, the clock said it was 8:40. I pulled on some shorts I left by the bed and walked into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I was standing there with my butt leaning against the counter, waiting for the pot to finish brewing when Luis came in and waited with me. “The bed was lonely without you, amado” he said, lightly tracing my earlobe with his fingertip, sending chill bumps all over me. I took his hand in mine and smiled. I poured us two mugs and we went out on the balcony. By the table in front of our bedroom was a pair of bright red bikini briefs, and closer to the table were three pools of dried cum. I just shook my head.

         We started hearing the insistent ringing of a cell phone; it would ring about ten times then stop and start ringing again. Finally, the bellboy answered “Hola” and minutes later “Mierda!!”. He came running out onto the balcony naked, looking for something. He stopped by us long enough to retrieve the bikini briefs and slide them on as we were given a show of his average length, but very thick pinga. He was in such a hurry, he paid no attention to us, but ran back into the bedroom for the rest of his clothes and then came back out dressed, waved at us and said “Buenos dias!” as he ran through our living area and out the door to the elevator.

         We ordered room service, by now “brunch” and just as we were finishing our second cup of coffee, Darby came out on the balcony butt naked, stretching and yawning. At first, he didn’t notice us sitting there. I reached over and pulled Luis’ bottom jaw back up. I have seen a lot of cocks in my life, but Darby’s was one of a kind. Even soft the damn thing looked to be in the vicinity of 8 inches and near as thick as my wrist. I found myself hoping for Wayne’s sake that it was a shower and not a grower, but from the way Wayne had been walking I kind of doubted it. Darby stretched again, then noticed us and said “Oh, Sorry” and ran back inside. Room service knocked on the door and I got up to let them in, tipped the waiter and rolled the cart out to where we were sitting. Wayne came out of his room, butt naked, and mumbled ’mornin’. When the smell of the food hit him, he ran for the trash can and unloaded. Darby appeared again (in shorts this time) and helped Wayne back into the room. Everything was quiet after that.

         Until between 12 and 12:30, when all hell broke loose again. Wayne came out, still butt naked, cussing; “Goddam motherfuckin’ mutant dick son of a bitch fuckin’ weeble wobble bastard!” From inside the room Darby yelled “Shut the fuck up! You’re the one who wanted to fuck! What is your problem?” Wayne was rubbing his ass and yelled back “I meant I wanted to fuck YOU!” Darby came out on the porch and said “I’m not a giver, I’m a taker baby.” Wayne said “I’m not your motherfuckin’ baby, weeble wobble!” and swung a fist connecting with Darby’s solar plexus. It was a hard-enough hit to take his breath away for a minute. He bent over trying to get his breath while Wayne fumed. When Darby stood back up, he looked at Wayne and said “I am fuckin’ done with this.” Then to me and Luis, who were just sitting here trying to enjoy our balcony, he said “Fuck you, and you” then turned back to Wayne “and especially fuck you!” He went in and started packing, and Wayne came over and sat with us. We heard him on the phone buying a plane ticket, then calling a cab. When he started out the door, he looked at Wayne one more time and said “by the way, you dead fish, you suck in bed!” and slammed the door.

         I wasn’t sure what to say at the moment, so me and Luis just looked at Wayne like what’s next? Wayne said “good riddance” then said “let me show y’all something.” He turned around and spread his cheeks and his asshole looked destroyed, literally.

         “Damn amigo” Luis said.

         “I’m gonna have to lay off fucking probably for a month because of that stingy bastard” Wayne said “and you can see why I ‘suck in bed’.

         “I was gonna have a talk with you about being a size queen…” I started.

         “I’m not in the mood for fatherly advice today, Jackie” Wayne said “but believe me, I already got the lesson you’re chompin’ at the bit to teach.”

         I wasn’t really sure what else to say so I just shut up.

         Luis said “I know you don’t want to hear it, but dude, you are old as us, it’s time you found somebody to love and settle down.”

         Wayne just nodded, “got any friends looking for a soulmate?” he asked, and after a minute of silence, “that’s what I thought” he said then walked back into his room.

         “This birthday trip’s gone pretty great so far, don’t you think?” I said to Luis.

         “Well, this has to be the worst of it, no?” he said.

         The room phone was ringing, so I got up to answer it. After my conversation with the hotel manager, I went back out to Luis and told him we had been very politely and graciously kicked out of the hotel due to noise disturbances. He was very cordial and apologetic, he would even refund us the unused nights, but we had to go. We gathered up everybody and let them know and asked what everybody wanted to do.

         Wayne said “I don’t care. We can go somewhere else or go home, I’ll leave it to y’all.”

         The boys, who were still looking green from too much tequila last night, were okay either way too, though Randy said “damn, I really liked this place.”

         We went inside and started packing and I got on the phone to Amber.

         “Hey Amber, this is Jackie. Hey…we got into a little problem here and we’re gonna move on. Do you have anything open last minute anywhere for the rest of the week?”

         “Let me check around and I’ll call you right back” she said.

         We got everything packed and in the living room, and were standing on the balcony getting in some last looks at the ocean when Amber called back.

         “I’ve got you a place in Aspen, if you think y’all can get to the airport by 3 o’clock” she said. I looked at my watch, it was 1:30, that would give us enough time to get through security, barely.

         “Book it” I said, making a split-second decision for everybody. “We’ve got to hurry” I told the sad group “get everything on a luggage cart, we need to be at the airport as quick as possible!” We loaded the cart and Luis called a taxi. I ran by the desk and turned in our keys while they loaded the luggage then jumped in the cab and we took off. We made in on the plane just as they were getting ready to close the doors. Amber had come through for us again; first class seats for our 7 ½ hour flight. We settled in and caught a nap on the way to our one stop in Denver.

 

Lambodara 9/17/20

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