Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 21:10:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: Larry Web
Subject: Condessa Beach

CONDESSA BEACH

by Larry Web


Part I

I realized that I was gay, when at the age of 13, I transferred from a
parochial school that I had attended for seven years, and entered the
8th grade at Ellis Junior High School.  We never had gym class at St.
Mary's Elementary School, and I had never seen any of my classmates
naked.  That changed on my second day in the 8th grade, and we dressed
for gym class for the first time.

I found myself staring at the other boys in my locker cubicle as they
undressed and changed into their jocks and shorts.  My first experience
in the shower really blew my mind - so many guys, so many cocks!
Gym became my favorite class each day, and I had my favorite boys that I
waited for and looked for in the shower.  One of these was Dennis, a
tall, beautiful blonde with a huge cock.  He was also known to have
sucked some of other boys, (an idea which presented itself for the first
time) and talked openly about how big this one was, and how much cum
another one shot into his mouth.  Dennis and I became friends, and even
worked together in high school at the Dairy Queen near my house.
Unfortunately, we never had sex, probably because I was scared of his 9"
cock.

By the time the 8th grade was over, I had gone through puberty.  I was
six feet tall, 140 pounds with brown hair and eyes and a seven inch, cut
cock.  During the summer, I turned 14 and had my first experience and
getting sucked and sucking cock.  This happened with some neighborhood
boy who were younger, and had been taught to suck cock by one of the
local hoods who had spent time in the reform school in St. Charles.
Several of us: Curt and Terry (two cute blonde brothers) and Mike had
gone to the swimming pool at Wing Park, but ended up skinny dipping in a
nearby pond,  I looked over and Terry was sucking Mike's 5" hard cock.
Curt and Mike dared Terry to suck mine; he did and this began a
relationship which lasted for two years until his family moved.  He
would suck my cock anywhere, anytime.  I was attracted to Mike, who had
the biggest cock, as he was the oldest of the three boys.  I swallowed
his whole cock at the pond, and enjoyed my first taste of cock.  As fate
would have it, his family moved out of town that Summer.

When I entered Elgin High School, again gym class became the favorite
part of each day.  Although Ellis Junior High was racially mixed, there
were never any blacks or hispanics in my gym class.  In high school,
though, fate was kinder.  I saw my first black and hispanic cocks, and
knew instantly that cocks with color were what I really wanted to suck
on.  After I turned 15, I discovered that I could suck myself!  One
night as I walked home from the library, and was feeling especially
horny, I stopped in Channing park to jack-off.  As I was sitting in the
dark on a railing of the equipment storage building. I grabbed a lower
rail and pulled myself down towards my cock.  I was amazed to discover
that I could reach it, and pulled harder, taking half of my now 8"
cock into my mouth.  Those of you readers who have done this know the
wonderful sensation of it.  The feeling and taste of your own cock is
unimaginably sweet.  I shot off into my own mouth, swallowd my load of
cum, and hurried home to repeat the act by grabbing the side rail on my
bed.  For the next fifteen years, I satisfied myself by sucking my own
cock.  I accomplished this in some pretty strange places, like the
cartography room at the university and my car in an officers parking
lot in Fort Belvoir.

Whenever I had the opportunity, I actively sought out black and hispanic
cocks. Weekends, I frequently went to adult bookstores, like "The
Machine Shop" in Chicago to suck some black cocks through the booths'
gloryholes.  I also found a couple of bath houses that were frequented
by gay blacks/hispanics, and enjoyed some geat times with some beautiful
large cocks down my throat.

In 1990, I began taking vacations ever January and headed for warmer
weather.  That is when I discovered the closest place to heaven -
Condessa Beach in Acapulco, Mexico.  I also discovered that had become
a cocksucking slut!


Condessa Beach
by Larry Webb

Part II


For a couple of years I had been intriqued by the idea of Acapulco, not
only by the idea of the sun and sand, but by the thought of gorgeous,
young bronze-skinned Aztecs in skimpy swimming suits.  "Spartacus"
implied that young guys were available around the cliffs on Condessa
Beach.

Finally, in October, 1989, I made a reservation to fly down to Acapulco
three months later, in January.  For two months, I went to the tanning
booth at my hair stylist's to get enough of a tan where I could spend
the entire day on the beach without looking like a lobster that had
crawled up out of the surf.

The time eventually arrived, and I caught my flights on Continental to
Houston and then on to Acapulco.  The flight from Houston was lousy,
three drunks were flying down there together to 'live it up", and they
had a pretty good start before they got onto the plane.  I swear that
the pilot must have been able to hear them in the cockpit.  Loud and
obnoxious just isn't enough to describe the situation.  Anyway, it did
make me even happier to land in Acapulco.

After clearing customs, I found a ride from the airport into Acapulco (a
pretty good distance) with one of the share-a-ride cabs.  After a few
miles of driving through the countryside, we came over the hills, and
saw the horseshoe shaped harbor which is Acapulco down below us on the
left.  What a breath-taking site it is when you see it.  The cab
proceeded down the hills and followed the road left past the new
Wal-Mart (no, I'm not kidding) and onto the long strip of beachfront
high-rise hotels.  In a few stops, I was the only one left in the cab.
I spotted "Beto's" which is the main landmark for Condessa Beach.  About
a mile down the road, we arrived at the Howard Johnson Motel, where I
was staying.

I walked into the lobby, checked in, and picked up my key.  Ground
floor, right outside the pool.  Not bad.  It was two o'clock in the
afternoon, I had plenty of time to spend on the beach on my first day!
As soon as I had changed into a swimming suit, I grabbed my beach towel
and headed towards the sand & surf.  Since the motel was right on the
beach, I just headed for the closest beach-side exit and turned left
towards Beto's.

Now, I must tell you, for forty years of age, I looked pretty good.
Nice looking, six feet tall and 170# with an exceptional chest and pecs
(I get complients all the time on looking "buff").  I don't know how I
was able to keep my cock from getting hard once I passed Beto's and
arrived at Condessa Beach's area of cliffs.  I could not believe the
sights!  The place literally abounded with cute, young, smooth Mexicans
- from their early teens to early twenties.   The color of their skin
ranged from carmel to almond.  It had to be the most fantastic place I
had ever been to.

It consisted of a large rocky area, with several huge boulders leading
up to a cliff directly under the Fiesta Americana Hotel.  From there,
the cliff wrapped around away from the water to the Sanborn's
restaurant.  I noticed that with some of the larger boulders. people on
the otherside were out of sight, except to anyone who might be on a boat
in the bay.  I spent about an hour walking around and checking the area,
before I decided to lie in the sun.  I found a flat rock close to the
water that was about 7'x4', and spread my towel out.  Lying down, I
still had a good view of a group of six - eight Mexican teen-age boys.

I had decided to lie there on the beach soaking up the sights until
dinner time, and then return at dusk for some "cruising".  That is best
after dark, right?
The group of boys that I was watchng stayed and played in the water.
All were wearing very small, brightly colored swimming suits.  Two of
the boys were unbelievable pretty; they also appeared to be very well
hung, judging by the size of the bulges in their suits.  Eventually,
these two noticed that I was watching them.  When they noticed and
looked over at me I smiled.  Almost immediately, one came over and layed
down on his side facing me.  Close-up, he was even prettier than I had
thought.  Unfortunately, he looked like he would also be "jail-bait".
(Remember  - "fifteen will get you twenty"),  I had to check out his
crotch, now that is was within three feet of of my face.  I looked down
at his bright aqua bikini and saw a thick tube behind the nylon, it
stretched out better than five inches, and the head was clearly outlined
through the fabric.  I found myself thinking what a mouthful it would
be when it was hard.  Of course, my eyes lingered there for too long,
when I looked back up at him, he smiled, reached down and clenched his
cock - outlining it's length.  I don't think there is any thing as
subtelty there, he simply asked in English, "You suck me?"  I looked
back downtowrd his crotch, and saw that he was now completely hard, with
a good seven inches stretching out the bikini, and an uncut head peeking
out through the waistband.  Here was this bronze angel with a huge cock
asking me to suck him!  I wanted to pull his bikini down and deep throat
him right there on the rocks.  Wisdom, however prevailed -- at least this
time.  In very bad Spanish, I asked him how old he was. In very good
English, he replied that he was fifteen, as were all of his friends.  He
said that, if I wanted, they would come to my hotel, where I could suck
all of them.  Somehow, I managed to say no, as good as that sounded,
they were too young.  He rejoined his friends, and explained the
situation to them.  Several of them grabbed and rubbed their cocks
towards me, then resumed their play in the water.

I left, ate dinner at a local restaurant near the motel, and returned to
the area of the cliffs just as the sun was hanging atop the high-rise
hotels between me and the Howard Johnson's motel.  The area of the
cliffs appeared to be crawling with young Mexicans and older Americans
and Europeans cruising each other,  In a couple of the areas hidden by
boulders, I found young local guys rubbing their cocks.  In another, a
tourist about my age was sucking off a slender, good-looking Mexican who
was in his mid-twenties.  The younger guy had both hands on the
cocksuckers head, and was fucking his face like crazy.

I back tracked and found a large boulder near Beto's.  If you entered
the cruising area, you had to walk past me.  I hadn't finished a
cigarette, when two young guys - about 18-20 years of age walked over
from one of the beach tables at Beto's.  Both were cute, slender
Mexican's wearing swimming suits.  They introduced themselves as Jesus
(cute and well-hung) and Manuel (cute and hung like the proverbial
horse).  I told them my name and commented that they looked very nice in
their swimming suits,  Again, without any preliminaries, Jesus asked me
if I wanted to suck him.  This time, there was no hesitation whatsoever.
"Yes. I want to suck your cock".

Jesus took my hand and led me along the edge of the water.
Unfortunately, Manuel turned and returned to the table at Beto's.  I'm
greedy.  I wanted to suck both of them!  Jesus led me to the water's
edge side of a large boulder,  He pulled down the front of his swimming
suit with both thumbs, exposing a rock-hard cock about seven inches long
and thick enough to stretch my jaws to the limit.  I knelt down on the
rocks, and looking back up at his face, I swallowed his cock all the way
down to his pubic hair.  He placed both hands on my head, and started to
caress my ears and the back of my head.  I used my tongue on the head of
his dick when I pulled back and on the wide underside as I took it all
the way down my throat.  I started slowly, savoring the taste and feel
of him in my mouth.  It didn't take long for Jesus to start moaning and
begin to fuck my face - hard.  Suddenly, he stopped, and pulled his cock
out of my mouth with a loud "pop".

Jesus stood up and said, "I suck you, now".  Bonus time!  He knelt down
in front of me, pulled my suit down and in one, gulp took my eight
inches of hard cock all the way down his throat.  This guy was good.  He
also enjoyed sucking cock as much as I do, and he was as good at it as
anyone I had ever met.  Jesus was a master with his tongue. It danced
over every inch of my cock.  With his tongue darting all around, and the
heavy pace of his sucking, in about five minutes, I pulled out of his
mouth and shot several ropes of cum onto the boulder behind him.

Jesus stood up, and pulled my close to his face.  When our lips touched,
I felt his tongue enter my mouth.  I sucked it hard, and followed it's
retreat with my own tongue.  As I broke the kiss, I let my tongue trail
down his chin, and began to lick his neck.  It didn't take much of this
for him to start moaning.  He pushed me back down on my knees and shoved
his cock into my mouth and down my throat.  I sucked.  He fucked my
mouth.  I could hear my own slurping sounds as I sucked on Jesus'
delicious cock.  This time, he didn't last long.  He pulled his cock out
of my mouth and shot a huge wad of cum onto my throat and chest.

Jesus asked if I would be on the beach tomorrow.  When I said yes, he
indicated that he would meet me in the same place near Beto's, and that
we could go out into the back of the rock formation that was about 100
yards off shore.  I agreed, and he turned and walked back toward Beto's
as I lit a cigarette.

I had just put the cigarette out when a young Mexican dressed in the
familiar white shirt and pants of Beto's came walking over to me.  He
simply smiled and clutched his crotch, outlining an immense  hard cock.
A friend of Jesus, perhaps?  After all, I was out of sight to anyone
except those out in the bay.  He did look good.  About 20-22 years of
age, slender and with striking Aztec-like facial features.  I just
smiled and licked my bottom lip slowly.  He introduced himself as Paco
while unzipping his pants and pulling out a long cock in excess of eight
inches.  I knelt down right where I had been only a few minutes earlier,
and opened my mouth.  Paco walked up to me, and placing his hands on the
back of my head, proceeded to stuff his massive cock down my throat.  I
sucked as hard and fast as I could.  There really was no time to savor
the taste and feel of his cock.  This was simply a hard and fast
face-fuck; too bad, I would have loved to work on this monster cock
slowly.  After close to three or four minutes of rapid fucking my
sucking mouth, Paco pulled ot his cock and fired his cum on my chest,
right alongside Jesus' hardened and dried cum.  Paco thanked me, turned,
and walked back to work.  I guess that he had enjoyed his break.  I
walked into the water, rinsed the cum of the two hot young Mexicans off
my chest and returned to the Howard Johnson's motel.  After jacking off
while remembering the events of the evening, I fell asleep and slept
soundly through the night.

The next day, Jesus was there waiting for me, as he had said he would.
In the daylight, Jesus looked even better than he did at night.  His
face was actually quite delicately featured, and his chest was perfect,
with well defined pecs and nipples that resembled copper colored
erasers. He told me to stay with him as we swam out to the rocks, as the
current and coral could cut you badly if you didn't know the way.  On
the swim out, I noticed a teenage boy atop the other rock formation in
the bay.  He had to be at least 50 yards away from where I was in the
water, but as he prepared to dive I saw that the large bulge in his pale
blue bikin was visible at that distance.

When we reached the rocks, Jesus went out first and then helped me up out
of the water.  He led me around the formation to the side facing the sea.
We were completely out of sight of anyone on the shore or on the other rock
formation, Jesus led my down close to the water and into a little cave,
just big enough for the two of us.  He sat down on a ledge, and pulled the
front of his suit down, exposing his soft, uncut cock.  Squatting down
between his legs, I lowered my head, and opening my mouth, I sucked his
soft cock in.  The sensation of feeling a soft cock grow and harden in my
mouth has always excited me, and I loved sucking Jesus' cock anyway.  I
could feel his covered head with the tip of my tongue, and feel it popping
out as the cock hardened and lengthened, pulling the foreskin back.  I
began a long, slow blowjob, giving Jesus and I as much enjoyment as
possible.  Whenever I tried to pull off his cock to give my jaw a break,
as his thickness really stretched them, Jesus would push my head back down,
keeping his cock in my sucking mouth.  Jesus lasted well over twenty
minutes this way before he pulled my mouth off his cock and shot seven or
eight stands of thick white cum into the water by my feet.  We switched
places and Jesus didn't have to wait long for me to shoot my load into the
water.  After sucking him off, I was just too hot to hold it for very long,
especially with the way his tongue worked on the underside of my cock while
it was buried in his tight throat.

When we walked back to the other side of the formation, we passed
another couple in another little hidden spot in the rocks.  There was a
guy on his knees sucking the kid I had seen diving off the other rock
formation.  He had the boys cock buried in his throat, but he pulled off
to mutter "it is beautiful" in German.  The diver had his pale blue
bikini all the way down to his ankles.  He had the tiniest patch of
public hair, and a cock that was longer than Paco's, but quite thin, and
with a large bulbous head.  Jesus smiled, gave them a "thumbs up" and
led me back to the beach.

I returned to the motel, showered, and wondered what the evening would
bring.