Mexican Huckster Boy - Unexpected Sex Vacation

Copyrighted 2014 © Sam Johnson

Edited by Len Homber

Chapter One

Recently divorced, I needed a vacation. No phones, emails or even a goddamn pen and paper in sight. On a whim, a Last Minute Club booking, I flew from western Canada to Cancun, Mexico. An all inclusive resort where I could get my monies worth, stay drunk and eat well. The beach was yards from my ground floor condo suite; waiters took orders and delivered what ever a guest wanted from the bar. A twenty a day kept him ever observant of my hydration needs in the hot sun.

It was serene, the water turquoise and the beach of white sand with a green flora jungle back-drop. Clothing was optional on the beach; I enjoyed my nudity under the warm sun along with a few other men and women who dared. Unfortunate the view was of –mostly obese men and women with full body tans except where their flabby bodies prevented the sun from shining. At forty-two years-old, I was no buffed gym-jock, but swimming kept me self-confident enough to display my naked body without shame.

Intimidating were the todorista policia passing often armed with Uzis patrolling the beach-front of several five-star resorts stretching five-miles up and down the coast. I knew there must be a good reason, bandits were plentiful in Mexico and were not discriminate on where they operated. I felt safe, yet frightened by their presence.

Not minutes later, cops out of sight, kids came out of the jungle peddling everything imaginable that could be carried by hand. A bare-chested teenager of about thirteen wearing skimpy cut-off shorts squatted beside me ignoring my nudity and offered me jewelry made by his mother. His fingers were laden with rings and his arms cluttered with silver bracelets, his neck appeared weighted down with necklaces.

I didn’t speak a work of Spanish shunning the handsome boy away with a wave. He was persistent and I was getting more annoyed at the intrusion of my privacy hoping another armed cop would come along and beat the kid with the butt of his rifle. The boy was also wise to that possibility never taking his eyes off the surrounding area like an animal well aware that predators were amok and prepared to pounce on him.

I didn’t want any souvenirs, never one to buy shit to bring home for people to put away and never look at again. I know I have a drawer full of too small t-shirts and spoons… spoons good for fuck all; even babies would get pissed off eating from those! Nope, I am not much a fan of souvenirs.

The teen was flogging a dead horse trying to sell me his wares. I was naked for fuck sakes… DAH! I told him I don’t keep cash up my ass. The same necklace selling for forty-dolla, suddenly dropped in value to five-dolla.

“A five-dollar blowjob would be nice!” I said without much thought hoping to scare him away.

What was meant as a joke that I even doubted he would even understand, the kid looked me square in eye and said, ten dolla… twenty you cum in mouth. Or special today, for you, senor, thirty dolla for fuck me, –yes?” he grinned.

*  *  *

Memories flashed through my head. My best friend Marcus and I got drunk on his dad’s homemade wine… ‘White Lightening’ his dad called it. We were thirteen and spending the night in his backyard tent. My father’s stash of porn mags borrowed from the garage tool chest fuelled odor over active testosterone charged aura. We had jerked off together a few times, always by cover of sleeping-bags, socks used to mop up the aftermath. We must have thought odor moms were naive peeling apart the stiff socks on laundry day.

Marcus and I had seen each other naked a few times changing at the swimming pool… and I have to admit, glancing at him ever so quickly as he peed at the urinal. All I knew was that he was larger than me, uncut, once I saw him peeling back his sheath exposing a reddish bulb to pee where my circumcised head was mushroom shaped.

Something was in the air, an aura that even today I cannot describe. Unzipped sleeping-bags, only a fold of which covered our nudity, we looked at the magazines discretely  touching ourselves, both knowing the other was doing the same, peripheral vision maintaining curiosity as somehow both boys became fully exposed, the sleeping-bag somehow at thigh level by squirming uncontrollably while one hand was occupied, the other holding the magazine to his face.

My eyes wandered left, not only capturing Marcus’ playing with his thick five-inches, his foreskin gliding so fluidly up and down his shaft, but his eyes watching me tease myself ever so slowly. Never had I ever thought I would be turned on by another guy. Hell, we both had girlfriends, neither of whom put out other than a hand rub over odor hard cock over odor jeans. We considered that first base, odor hands groping their breasts never allowed to unbutton the blouse.  Nonetheless, it led to fantastic jerk off sessions, my mind preparing for the day Kimberly would succumb to my begging of to simply strip naked together, not intercodorse, I had no condoms, just oral sex to prove odor love.

Only a week earlier, during a heavy petting session did I open my pants and she dared explore my genitals. The second she touched me I came. She looked at her hand and grimaced, then wiped it on the sheets. Probably my heaviest load ever being so turned on.

I fought back demons. Marcus looked every bit, if not more, appealing to me. Never had I thought of another guy that way… I would have beaten the snot out of a guy who ever tried to come on to me. Blame it on the ‘White-Lighting’ wine, I reached over and took Marcus’ cock in my hand and stroked him.

I was scared shitless by my unprecedented initiative, my hand and arm shook in fear. I kept my eyes staring at the ceiling for unknown reasons, perhaps fear, both my hands masturbated cock, the one in my left hand was thick and meaty, my own thin and bony.

When I felt Marcus take me in his warm palm, my sigh of relief could never describe my sense of fear quenched, the world lifted off my shoulders. The magazines held closer to odor faces if for no other reason than a horny excuse to beat each other off in a moment of bizarre, heated passion and saving face at in the process.

I continued to stare at the ceiling not daring to look at what was in my hand for fear that I might give away how much I was enjoying it. It scared the hell out me… a guy wasn’t suppose to jerk off another guy… we all had odor own hands for that! I was never so turned on in my life, even cumming prematurely in Kim’s hand, I was more than excited.

Marcus said the magic words that the thought of which had crossed my mind. “Blow me, dude… I want one so bad.” he moaned.

If there ever had been a better invitation to explore beyond my fear that was it.  I shuffled down, studied the beautiful meat in my hand and tasted pre-cum and cock for the first time. I knew what to do instinctively, never having given a BJ or received one, the act came naturally. Marcus squirmed, his hands on my head, my shoulders between his thighs telling my how good it felt. I swallowed his cock all the more, five thick-inches somehow managed at the base of my throat.

Marcus did the polite guy thing, he told me he was ready to cum. I could either save face and jerk him off, or allow him to cum in my mouth. I sucked and stroked him vigorously; seconds later I heard him squeal and tasted him not a second later. Marcus held my head down on his cock as if I had plans of suddenly abandoning him spewing stream after stream surprised as hell at the density and at it’s sweetness. I came without touching myself. Seconds later I was ashamed of myself, spat his cock out of my mouth and made an exaggerated ploy of spitting out his jism.

That night was never talked about again. I tried to put it out of my mind as a drunken lapse in judgment. I jerked off night and morn thinking about eating out Kimberly. Marcus’ cock soon replaced Kim’s pussy in my fantasies. I beat myself up for having those thoughts after I came and ate my own cum pretending it was Marcus’ load.

Three weeks later, we got drunk again on the fermenting wine. That night, James, Marcus’ sixteen year-old cousin stayed overnight. James decided for no apparent reason to take a shower, the basement-playroom bathroom equipped with a small stall for guests.

Marcus and I were lying on the floor on odor sleeping-bags watching a hockey game on TV. James stripped off his clothing stumbling about in a drunken stupor.

I tried to ignore his naked body standing above me, my indiscretion was weeks behind me and thankfully never mentioned thereafter. James wasn’t as endowed as well Marcus, he was smaller in length, but much broader in width, cut, a large mushroom-cap nestled between ping-pong ball size orbs. He engaged me in conversation as he stripped. Hockey was the topic and he had my undivided attention and excuse to see his nudity from my angle looking up at him. I then noticed the tuft of chest hair center of his developing pecs, and the black trail from his belly-button to the forested expanse between his thighs.

I made a serious effort to not look at boys in my gym class showers determined that I wasn’t a fag. What I did with Marcus was a one time drunken indiscretion that meant nothing and stayed between us. Yet I felt everyone somehow knew. I even imagined that some guys were ignoring me at school. However, I came to my senses, those guys never really did acknowledge my existence in the first place, I was being paranoid.

Something told me that James was coming onto me, a gut feeling. I don’t know why I did, but I opted to take a piss and watch James through the glass shower stall. My cock hardened watching him jerk off watching me piss. I was scared shitless about where we were headed, what we might do, and that I wanted to suck his cock. I sat down on the toilet, the message loud and clear; he stepped out of the shower dripping wet and stood in front of me. Not a word had been said, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, a hand followed and fondled his large balls. James’ knees wobbled his breath loud and labored, he began to face-fuck me holding my head and literally ramming it into my throat. I gagged and choked, James eased up his frenzy. I regained my composure and went back down on him. He came in torrents blasting my throat. I had heard somewhere that ejaculate travels at a velocity of 22 mph, the fluid filled my airway and I choked again. The shit was coming out of my nose, not only did I taste his cum, more bitter than Marcus, I smelled it afterward for a long while.

I could tell by the look Marcus gave me when James and I returned, he knew what I had been doing in the bathroom with his cousin. I was red faced and ashamed wanting to kill myself. When James asked for a repeat performance the next morning, I obliged him right in front of Marcus. odor friendship came to an abrupt halt when James started spreading the word at school. I never sucked another cock from that day forward.

As I got older the urges became unbearable. I married Kim at nineteen hoping my ugly feelings would go away. They didn’t, worse, my thoughts turned to young boys –anything around eight years-old to 12 or 13. I kept the fetish in check all my adult life, only looking at kids from afar. Change rooms, showers and urinals fuelled my fantasies that I jerked off too far too frustratingly long.

*  *  *

The young Mexican teen opened his fly and showed me his flaccid cock. “Ten dolla, you suck?”

I was impressed by its size, uncut with a long foreskin. I could see some pubic hair above his base inside the open zipper. He pointed at my growing cock, giggled, and said, “Senor like … yes?” His hand then took my cock causing it to fully harden in a millisecond. I looked around satisfied that no one else was paying any attention, but dared not let him blow me right there in the open, although he was fully prepared to if I asked.

I wrapped myself in the beach towel and took him the short distance to my room. For the first time since Marcus and James, I had sex with a boy, even fucked one for the first time. My stamina shocked me, I felt like I was a teenager again having four orgasms in as many hours.

I learned his name was Carlo hours later. We lost much trying to communicate, however, his broken English and my shattered Spanish got us through. Carlo was staying the night. I ordered room service for dinner, received a displeased look from the waiter seeing Carlo lying on the bed playing a game on my phone, both of us clad only in a towel.

The staunch servant of around age forty raised his nose and said in perfect English, “Sir, the resort policy is no local guests…”

I shut him up with a twenty-dollar tip, and closed matters saying, “Senor, for $350 a night, –it is none of the resorts business who I entertain in my suite.” for added bonus and confirm what the man surmised, I said, “He’s bought and paid for… now so are you … fuck off!”

Carlo had probably never feasted on prime rib and lobster-thermidor, he made a huge sandwich of it and like every kid, ignored the vegetables. I began to feel guilty for using him sexually. He reminded me of any kid, my phone still being played in his greasy fingers. Well, I was almost feeling guilty. I got between his legs under the table, spread the towel and sucked his cock to a very quick erection. He began to fidget and squirm saying something I didn’t understand, he couldn’t have been coming that soon.

“Peepee” he said over and over until I realized what he was saying.

The thought of him pissing in my mouth made my cock twitch again, “Yes. Si, peepee, Carlo!” Somehow, I knew it wasn’t the first time Carlo urinated in a man’s mouth, but it was the first time someone did in mine. His pee was bitter and flowed so rapidly that it was pouring from the sides of my mouth unable to swallow fast enough.

Desert was a strawberry sherbet that was melting by the time I took his spoon away, dipped my hard cock in his bowl and fed him it. I repeated the process several times before adding my own cream over his taste buds.

I had dozed off for a few hours, awakened to a dark room. Carlo was not there.

Panic struck me until I remembered that I had secured my wallet in the room safe. He hadn’t been paid for his services rendered, and his cheap jewelry was still on the night table where he had left them. I knew wherever he had gone, he would surely be back.

I took a shower and shaved admiring my full-body redness from the sun that would turn to a bronze tone by morning. Grabbing an ice-cold bottle of cerveza from the mini bar, I sat outside and listened to the night creatures off in the jungle. I then saw the flashlights of police still patrolling the beach and worried about Carlo for some strange reason. Something told me that those same federal police keeping me safe on the beach would beat the snot out of peddlers and hustlers in a heartbeat.

Half hodor later three kids ran past into my condo, one I recognized as Carlo. Two flashlights obviously in pursuit scanned the area. The policemen approached me all smiles asking if I had seen children run past. A flashlight beam homed in on my genitals confirming the cop’s suspicion that I was indeed sitting naked on my veranda. I didn’t make a move to cover myself. Public nudity was a crime punishable to citizens of Mexico, –not tourists.

“Yes, Sir. I saw them run that way.” he lied, pointing right.

“Gracias, senor… Buenas Noches.”

I was curious as hell who Carlo had dragged into my suite. I found the three hiding in the bathroom.

“Mi hermana y hermano … brudder and sista.” he said, “Marco and Maria.”

The boy was about 10, the girl eleven. They appeared very frightened at the naked man towering above them. I became conscious of that and quickly covered myself with a towel for the little giggly girl’s sake.

“My family.” Carlo reiterated in case I hadn’t understood that they were his brother and sister. My concern was why the hell he brought them to my suite. They were dirty looking; clothes tattered and torn had seen better days. Carlo said something and they began to strip as he turned on the shower. When I saw the raw welts on Marco’s back… there was no doubt he had recently been beaten. Carlo stripped naked and began washing his siblings.

The shower was odd in the fact that it wasn’t in the bathroom, but outside it in a corner. The large bathing area had only a curtain for privacy that I thought was probably an afterthought addition at some point in the aging resort

I was confused as to what the hell was going on and should have turned and walked away leaving them to their privacy. I stood there gawking at their naked bodies. Marco’s tiny cock hung about an inch. Carlo pulled back the foreskin to wash the boy, however, I sensed his motives to be erotic for my sake exposing the small pink head longer than necessary, his own cock erect stroking his brother who soon sported a three inch erection.

I should have turned away when his hand began caressing Maria’s hairless genitals, a finger sliding inside her butterfly shaped crack. Carlo was putting on a sex show on my behalf. Maria smiled and stroked her older brother. I wasn’t certain if I let the towel fall from covering my groin or it had slipped from my hands, either way, I stood fully exposed to the children rock hard. Marco, instructed by Carlo to reach over and touch me, the cute boy looked up and smiled, I could tell that he was unsure, I stepped into the shower, smiled back, took his hand undermine moving it up and down my shaft giving him the reassurance that I was cool with it.

My discomfort was being naked and erect in front of the little girl who was staring at my manhood barely covered by her brothers hand. Frankly, she looked rather terrified which intimidated me even more. I had the distinct feeling that my life was about to change forever that night.

I wanted to ask thirteen year-old Carlo why he brought his siblings back to my condo and was so blatantly offering them to me on a silver platter. I was pretty sure it was for financial gain, although no money had been discussed as yet. I admit that I was planning on asking him if he could supply younger boys for me over the week, maybe sample every age down the line.

Somehow I had a strong feeling that Carlo could provide a newborn if asked.

Carlo sat on my lap as we enjoyed a cerveza watching Marco fuck his sister on the bed. I was erect between his thighs, my cock against his balls getting a handjob as I returned the favor.

“You fuck Maria?” Carlo offered

I replied, “I fuck Marco!”

He shrugged, “Hokay… do now!”

Lubing my cock was painful, sure that I would cum before topping the kid doing his sister.  I looked back at Carlo and asked, “Marco a virgin?”

“Yes, senor. He nev have man… you first!”

Yeah, right. Ask a dumb question you get what you want to hear in response. I believed that with a grain of salt at first. The ten year-old was indeed tight, perhaps Carlo was not lying. Marco tried to rear his head, my chest holding it cheek to cheek with Maria both smothered under my weight. I eased up my chest and pushed harder looking down at the duo, doubting Marco was still erect inside her. All that could be heard was Marco panting and my own heaving breaths as I buried deeper inside him.

I gave him too much leeway and he slithered out from under me. I found myself on the little girl. Carlo was quick to assist and directed my cock into his sister. Not as tight as the boy, I slid  forth into the quivering girl. Not for a second did I doubt that she was not enjoying it, her legs slid from beneath and circled my hips. She had been there before, without a doubt … with a man or two, not just her brothers.

I felt Carlo behind me; suddenly his tongue was basting my balls, one sucked into his mouth painfully trying to keep up to my wild gyrations on his sister. I hauled Marco over by his arm to squat in front of me and sucked him off, the smell of his sister’s cunt fresh on his cock. It wasn’t the usual strong fishiness of a female that I knew well, she was hardly old enough to secrete the natural lubrication, it was more of a musty stale ododor, like old bread with a hint of sardines, I concluded. I knew one thing for sure… she was too young to get fall pregnant, and even if she did, I thought while I saturated any potential ovaries deeper inside the tight vagina, I would be 3.000 miles away and never know I was a daddy.

Carlo fucked her next. I was certain that he was flopping around in a vortex. Her pussy was red and swollen and gaping when I was done with her. After Carlo had his way, he made his little brother suck the cum from her twat, his face glistening afterwards, wiping his mouth with his forearm.

Carlo laughed, looked at me and said, “No baby now, senor!”

It would be senseless on my part to teach him birth control methods other than his own method of ‘fuck then suck it out’ that he deemed appropriate. Not my business, my cock’s pink eye had its sights on Marco’s rectum.

One of the most popular todorist attractions of Mexico are the pharmacy stores. You can buy anything off the shelf and pay for it at a cash-register operated by a pimply-faced kid. Viagra and Cialis is most probably their largest selling commodity bought in bulk by todorists cheaply and smuggled back home. I took a blue wonder-pill earlier not wanting the night to end with erectile deficiency.

Marco held his own knees to his chest while I excavated the pink bubble gum-looking hole with my tongue and fingers. Carlo sucked my cock. Maria had thankfully fallen asleep, my guilt and shame, loss of decency and common sense played on my mind. I pulled the bed sheet over the angelic face and head to block out her presence any longer.

I instructed Carlo to fuck his little brother first. I spread the cheeks for him, directed his cock dead-on after giving him a few good strokes and a suck enough to salivate it, then, for all intents and purposes, watched him dry fuck his little brother before I spread him wider.

Damn, the kid was tight when I took my turn abusing him. He screamed out in pain however, after Carlo yelled at him, he resorted to only a whimper, his legs held over my shoulders by Carlo, my arms holding his shoulders and my weight to keep him in place with his head buried in my chest, merciless, I drove into him with three hard thrusts finally bottoming out somewhere in his cavity. I rested, my cock ached from the resistant pressure exerted entering the coke bottle-tight rectum.

I started to pump and heard him squeal. “Mucho dolor … it hurt … por favor, senor!?” I drilled him deep on every thrust. Carlo said something again that silenced Marco back to a whimper; I could feel the boy’s tears running down my chest. I swear that when I came, my cock was deeper into his gullet than ever before, my groin mashed against his bum striving to go impossibly deeper.

Marco and Carlo cuddled me, their legs over my hips and heads on each of my tits and fell into a slumber. My arms hugged each neck and shoulder close to me. I even hauled little Maria onto my chest. I shook my head… what came over me to ever abuse such innocent children? I answered my own question. It was a way of life, survival. If I wasn’t awake they’d rob me blind. Yes, my wallet was safely in the room-safe along with my passport.

Regardless, I didn’t want the kids to sleep over … except Marco. I made a deal with Carlo to keep the kid; I wasn’t finished with him yet. They snuck out by in the cover of darkness, hopefully the policia had forgotten about the trespassers and they made it home safely … wherever that was.

Paying Carlo, I asked him if he had younger boys for rent. Dumb question, of course he did. I placed an order for an 8 and nine-year old for the next night. “No Aztec Indian!” I stressed, “Gringo Mexican only, or Mayan.”

“Si, senor. I bring you nice boys, more money … American dolla, si?”

“Si.” I agreed, by more money he meant another five-bucks a head. Dirt cheap sex trade. Carlo would get a hefty bonus in the end.

* * *

Chapter Two

Letting loose, sampling the local vintage!

Marco was absolutely fascinated by the television. Obviously, his family didn’t have one nor was one readily available I guessed. I found a Disney movie dubbed in Spanish on pay-per-view. It was comical watching the cartoon characters speaking Spanish, Marco laughing often pointing and saying something lost in the translation, I nodded and laughed to humour him as I read my Mickey Spillane novel.

For a late night snack, I ordered a couple of burgers and fries from room service, along with slice of chocolate cake and a large glass of milk. When I signed for the food, I had to laugh. The midnight snack cost more than the ten year-old boy I had over for sex that night. The teenage waiter gave me curious looks seeing the young Mexican boy, a sheet covering his hips leaning against the headboard giggling at his TV show. Had Marco not been the flavor of the night, I would have invited the cute sixteen year-old over when he finished work that night, I saw him more than once look at my underwear clad basket as he set the table..Maybe later in the week I would feel like something older and tipped him a generous twenty dollars with a sly, sensuous smile and rub of my crotch.

*  *  *

I loved the chocolate smeared on Marco’s face, a milk moustache to match. I stood in front of him holding my flaccid cock to his lips. Reaching over, I turned off the television in order to get his full attention. He didn’t need to be told what was expected of him, Carlo would have assured that.

I moved us to the comfort of the bed placing him between my legs, I laid back placing my hands behind my head and enjoyed the little wet and warm chocolate smeared mouth working me.

The next morning I fucked him, bent over the table, his legs dangled and face in a plate of ketchup and mustard remnants of last night’s snack. It just happened, not planned. He was turning on the television when the kinky urge came over me. He had already sucked me off an hour earlier after I worked his little cock hoping to bring him to a dry orgasm that I began to believe was a fallacy, only in fantasy story writings. I even ate his bum for half an hour in hopes of exciting him enough, it kept him erect and masturbated, but that was the extent of it. I concluded then that boys that age were not sexual; their place was only to be used for a man’s carnal pleasure.

I rode him hard and furious, the table wobbled and dishes fell to the floor. His screams only excited me more, he was nothing but a Mexican whore boy, I was simply breaking him in for the destiny he faced.

*  *  *

I sent Marco home after breakfast and went down to the beach,lying naked and relaxed reading my book. A voice above disturbed me. “You want cocktail, senor?” It was the teen waiter from the night before dressed in a white shirt, shorts and sandals carrying a tray.

I’m not a vain man in the slightest, but Fernandez, the name tag read, was checking me out as sure as hell. I never drank before noon as a rule, but it was noon somewhere in the world. “Sure, a gin and tonic?”

“Si, senor.” he smiled, giving my junk another quick glance before he headed to the bar.

I could use something older at the moment. I felt like getting fucked for a change. Fernandez returned with my cocktail but not before I gave my cock a few tugs and balls a pull for cosmetic presentation reasons.

“Enjoy, senor.” Fernandez said presenting my drink on a tray with a bowl of pretzels as a bonus.

I had three twenties at the ready, never leaving my room without some cash. I placed them on his tray as I signed my room tab. “You come to my room after work?” I asked with a wink. Fernandez was not a stupid boy; he knew exactly what I wanted. He showed four fingers, four o’clock, and that was that taking the money for serviced paid in advance. I had no worries that he ripped me off, jobs of that calibre were far and few between. A disgruntled guest could easily cost him his job. The sixty-dollars was more than he made in a week unless guests were good tippers.

Fernandez arrived at 4:15 at the rear patio doors less likely to be seen visiting a guest’s room, something he could be dismissed for. I had a shower and was wearing a white terry robe supplied complements of the resort. There would be no small talk, we didn’t speak the same language, nor did I offer him a cerveza. He was there for sex, nothing more, nothing less.

I asked him his age, fifteen. He looked thirteen and probably was. Mexico was well known for inexpensive child labor even at five-star resorts. I confirmed it as I sat on the bed taking his clothes off, goose down is my saying for newly sprouting pubic hair. I was happy to see that he was already erect, five uncut inches that I inspected for cleanliness, Fernandez hygiene was quite acceptable, the musty scent of sweat only invigorating and erotic.

His taste was slightly metallic. The foreskin loose and fluid, a good inch pulled forward covered my tongue as the tip of it excavated his pee slit. He seemed nervous yet overly eager to please when we moved into a sixty-nine. I had to doubt whether he’d ever been with a guy before, and he came much too quickly to be a whore boy … and damn, did he cum! Those little balls packed a whopper full of sweet creamy Jizz. I was close and jerked off in his mouth.

I invited Fernandez to sit at the table and have a cerveza with me. He was conscious of his nudity and attempted to pull on his shorts. I would have none of that and pulled them away from him pointing at the chair. Hell, I wasn’t done with him yet, only resting and recharging for round two. Obediently, he sat down.

Somehow we did communicate. His English wasn’t great and my Spanish was even worse. I did learn that he came from a town near the Costa Rica border. His uncle was a chef at the resort who got him the job not three weeks earlier. He looked after his mother and five younger siblings going home for a few days a month. Fernandez stayed in the staff housing, an over-crowded Atco trailer far removed from the tourist eyes. He got one free meal a day from the kitchen, usually yesterdays leftovers eaten in a courtyard rain or shine; again, no tourist would see anything beyond the beautiful vine stone-wall into the squalor of the five-star resort staff housing.

When I gave him another forty-bucks it was like he’d won the lottery and never complained as I make him hold his knees to his chest and slowly, gently worked my cock into him. I wouldn’t quite say that he enjoyed it,

however he didn’t scream or try and slither out from under me. He took it like a man … a young man who had financial obligations back home willing to do anything to put food on their table. A hell of a responsibility for a thirteen year-old boy who should have been in school.

Bottoming out, I wasn’t gentle any longer. If the teenager was going to supplement his income selling himself to men, which I didn’t doubt I would not be the last, then he had best learn that most men liked it, rough, he wasn’t a dainty young girl being made love to, as men tended to differentiate the sexes.

Fernandez was a great ride. I wasn’t getting off any time soon having blown a load less than an hour ago; he was in it for the long run whether he knew it or not, a Viagra incentive would assure that, giving him one as well the moment he stepped into the room.

After I’d finished with him I sucked him off again just for the hell of it. His cock was a perfect man-pleaser, not too large, made for anal penetration. He was a little surprised when I lubed him and got on my knees in the ‘pray to allah’ position. It had been some time and it hurt, but that’s what guy sex was all about, a combination of pain and pleasure. Fernandez wasn’t gentle, probably getting back at me for the torture I put him through. Bring it on kid, hurt me! I took his left hand off my hips, brought it around and under. I had to use my own hand over his before he realized I wanted him to squeeze my nuts. He got it; I yelped … and yelped many times in bliss thereafter. Not many guys like that kind of kink, but I loved it every once in a while with the right guy. Fuck … I was on vacation and treating myself for a change!

We weren’t even rested from the exhilaration when Carlo let himself in the patio door. I couldn’t be angry that he didn’t knock. He would have avoided beach patrol cops and took no chances dallying at the back door of a suite. In tow were two boys, Andre and Felipe, true to his word, 8 and nine. Wearing only tattered, moth eaten hand-me-down shorts that were much too large and secured with rope, the dirty faced boys were absolutely gorgeous! I had to look twice, so Caucasian that they appeared like a kid in my neighbourhood. No doubt, they were brothers, both brunettes with brown eyes, dark skinned from the sun that I would bet my balls a ghost-like pale tan line covered by their shorts.

I didn’t care where Carlo procured them, it was none of my business and I wasn’t about to ask. The fact that they spoke no English assured me they hadn’t been abducted from the United States or anywhere else, simply offspring of a whore entertaining Caucasian men, probably half-white herself.

“Carlo giggled seeing Fernandez and I naked in bed. Fernandez took his queue, dressed and left … another twenty slipped to him just because. I had fun with him and I liked him. He would be coming back again in the very near future.

Cartoons seemed to work well breaking the ice as it had with Marco. Andre and Filipe were no less captivated by the television. I gave Carlo thirty dollars, the other half due the next day if I was satisfied with the goods. Before he left, Carlo took both boys and cleaned them up in the open view shower giving me a preview … the fucking boy-pimp knew how to market his wares! Their dicks stimulated to erection each getting a hand job with Carlo kneeling behind smiling at me between their heads. Neither boys weren’t any longer or thicker than my baby finger; testicles still receded close to their groins.

What could a man find so attractive about premature boys … I didn’t have the answer, but my cock was rock-hard knowing that I was going to have sex with them that night, leave the question with a shrink to figure out why, I didn’t give a fuck, they were hot and appealed to my fetish never having one that young and dying to try it just because I fucking well could!

Carlo left, the boys lying, on the bed naked on their tummies watching cartoons, their plump asses as white as I suspected, anticipating burying my face between those cheeks and tongue fucking them.

First he ordered room service, honey-garlic chicken wings, fries, chocolate cake and milk. The waiter was an older, staunch man who looked at the boys covered by with a sheet barely coving their bums, scanning my underwear clad body giving me a disgusted knowing look rudely holding out his hand for a tip and getting nothing but a handshake and a pleasant goodbye.

The boys devoured the wings and fries, I was lucky to get two thighs and a few chips. Their eyes lit up seeing the chocolate cake. I had to wonder when they last had a fun meal. They appeared healthy enough, as did Carlo’s siblings, but had they ever enjoyed a McD’s that the kids at home took for granted? Once again I wiped it from my thoughts; the brothers were in my suite for the purpose of my pleasure, nothing more, nothing less.

Lying side by side, I sucked their cocks to erection … and their balls, all fit in my mouth without effort. Succulent, boy h’orderves. I wasn’t the least bit disappointed in opting for younger cock when I had a choice of any age. It was erotically different, a new experience. Maybe I would never go there again, but at least I had it.

I licked their holes and fingered them wondering if my cock would fit or if I would do serious damage. So tight, they yelped at a baby finger inserted, graduating to an index finger, then two. I kept reminding myself that it wasn’t their pleasure I was interested in, boys were nonsexual at that tender age. A boner didn’t mean excitement, only a physical response to stimulation that even babies experienced.

I relaxed on my back and let them service my cock and balls. They caught on rather quickly, teeth an occasional problem, but that was overlooked only adding to my pain fetish. More than once a testicle was accidentally bitten and caused me to flinch. It was amazing how boys instinctively knew the tenderness of that area. I was certain they had never been with a man, and I was certain that Carlo had given them an impromptu lesson on oral sex.

However, he certainly had not prepared Andre and Felipe for a fucking. Nine year old Felipe was chosen first, his rectum seemed more pliable than Andre’s, who would be spared at his older brother’s expense.  I had lubed him and me well, more difficult than Marco to enter, I eventually gained precious inches, his head against the headboard and ass propped on three pillows and my hands tightly holding his hips. I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying, but I guessed it wasn’t anything flattering. I drove further until my balls rested on his bottom and waited.

Andre watched fearful for Felipe and obviously dreading that he was next. The next two blowjobs that followed that night and next morning were performed with sudden eagerness, fearful that I was going to fuck one or the other. I didn’t go there again that day. I had done what I wanted to do and decided to stick with boys old enough to barely cum.

Of course, Carlo somehow had the ways and means of procuring such boys, and never disappointed in his selection the rest of my vacation time. I had Fernandez twice more t, I liked the boy. One night we shared two twelve year-olds!

I go back to the same resort twice a year, find the huckster selling his jewellery (or whatever a guy is brave enough to ask for, male or female of any desired age) on the beach and place my orders daily. It’s a great stress relief that no medication could ever have the same soothing effect!

The End

Copyrighted 2014 © Sam Johnson