I don't go to Puerto Vallarta so much for the resort experience like other American tourists. I take a bus trip down to Mexico once a month for one reason.
Diego.
While other tourists take home gifts of hand-carved bric-a-brac, my souvenir from this trip is an ass filled with Diego's cum. I sat there smiling to myself looking out the window because no one on the bus knew my dirty little secret. I promised myself that I would hold his semen inside for as long as possible, maybe as far as our first stop in Monterey.
The other Americans went sightseeing and boat riding. I spent almost 3-full days in a little hacienda near a church getting fucked repeatedly by Diego. I don't know anything more about Diego other than that he's 20 years old, 10 inches hung and uncut. Really those are the only things I need to know about him. He has become an obsession of mine. Or rather his giant, fat dick is my obsession.
Diego and I would meet in the mornings. Sometimes he'd meet me at my hotel. We would go to our hacienda and he'd punish my hole like my prostate killed his mother. We'd take breaks only to eat lunch or to go the bathroom. Then we'd lay around naked on a small bed till he got enough vigor to fuck me raw again. He plowed me in every angle--on my back, on my stomach, over my head. Every way that gravity would allow. And the best part is that he always cummed in my ass-10 inches deep inside. He unloads his cum and then he leaves his dick inside to plug up the juice from flowing out. There was nothing I loved more than feeling his cock soften as his cum baked inside.
I woke up that morning to visit Diego one more time before our tour bus left Puerto Vallarta to head north to Monterey. Diego knew I was coming early to give me one more fuck. But more importantly, I wanted to feel his hot goo inside me on the bus trip home, and to be surrounded by oblivious tourists who didn't know I had Diego's seed bubbling in my filth hole. I had a taste for fetish that I wanted satisfied.
Perhaps some of the other Americans wondered why I came down to Mexico by myself, or why I sat empty-handed as everyone jostled around their Mexican treasures. I got all I needed. And I'd be back next month for more. I've rearranged my whole life just so I can return to Mexico once a month--everything from saving money and stretching what money I already have, to scheduling days off and finding cheaper vacation tours. I've lied to family members to give me money for things like rent or to fix my car. I've cut off friends and ignored obligations just to return to Diego's dick.
This all started last Spring. I came down to Puerto Vallarta with some friends who missed out on Spring Break. Honestly, we're all aging closer to 30 and we shouldn't worry about Spring Break anymore, but I went anyway. I was the fifth wheel with two straight couples. Both couples couldn't be more all over each other. They spent their nights drinking margaritas and fondling one another under the table until they went back to their hotel rooms.
The sun was fine, not too hot, and the beach was beautiful. One thing I was happy about was the large number of Latin eye candy walking around--beautiful, bronzed men with delicious smiles and dark brown eyes. I found out that in a tourist town where opportunistic young Mexican men come to make some extra money, you could be as forward as you want. All it took was a glance and a few polite words in Spanish, and before you knew it every cute Mexican boy would respond.
It started with a wink to the teenage bellhop delivering my bags to my room who gave me a handjob for a $10 tip. While my friends went for a dip on the beach, I went shopping and got a very wet blowjob from a cute young vendor with a thin black mustache behind his father's rug shop. Since he swallowed, I gave him $20. He was very grateful.
On our last night, I didn't want to spend it sitting in lawn chairs on the sand listening to daycare stories about their stupid children back home. I wanted to get fucked-hard! I hadn't been properly fucked in months. And I had a taste for something big. I told my friends I forgot to buy a gift for my mother and I wanted to do it before the morning. I walked the streets of Puerto Vallarta looking for a good ass jamming from a man. Somewhere in a city filled with young Latin men there must be at least one hung buck.
I went back to the vendor who blew me. He was happy to see me, but his old father was now working with him. I waved at him and pointed in a direction down the street for him to meet me. I waited for him near an alley by a butcher shop that was starting to close. After a couple of minutes, the young vendor with the thin mustache came. He looked troubled saying "No, no senor. I can't do it now."
I knew he could still help me. I spoke slowly with what Spanish I knew, "Yo quiero... un pene grande."
I made the gesture for something big with my hands. Then I patted my ass to let him know where I wanted it.
"O si," he smiled and pointed down the street. "Senor, alla... en el Plaza de Armas. Muchos hombres. Very, very big pene!" I gave him a dollar and patted him on the back.
I went looking for this Plaza de Armas. Imagine my surprise when I saw a church, a big one. I didn't know what to do when I got to the plaza. All the shops were closing and fewer people were walking around. I then realized that if you were looking for something sexual you don't wait in the middle of the plaza. I decided to take a walk around the church.
On the side was another alley, a darker one. All I could see were Latin men leaning against the walls, both young and older, acting like they were not up to something. Every one of them looked scandalous with their shirts off or wide open. I knew all these guys were here to please. I went down the alley nonchalant, trying not to get too excited.
It was a gallery of sexy men. Some were tall, some were built, some cleanly shaven, and some looked a little too young to be doing this sort of thing. I felt them stare out of the corners of their eyes, eager for me to pick them but not wanting to appear too desperate. I lowered my gaze down to what I was really looking for. It was dark, but I could still see bulge. I wanted something long. Something fat. I wanted something I could feel on the trip home tomorrow.
I then came to a pair of khaki pants that had a large lump hanging down one leg. It was like a cucumber in a sack, a heavy cucumber. When I looked up at his face, my eyes found more than just a thick bulge. He had dark brown eyes and wavy black hair that hung over his face. He looked to be in his late teens or at the most early 20s, slightly shorter than me. He wore a blue shirt that he left totally unbuttoned. His chest was thin and smooth. He leaned back on the wall with his left shoulder and his arms crossed.
I guess I gave away my interest. He stood up straight and adjusted his meat. It was a big hulk wrapped in cloth. He grinned and opened up his shirt and lowered it down his arms to show his flat stomach and round pecs. He had two dark nipples ready for biting. He wasn't a big fellow, but he was firm and toned. His shoulders were rounded and his neck was long.
I unwittingly moved my hand to touch his chest, but he closed his shirt to seal me off from his treasures. He smiled and wiggled a finger at me not to be too brash.
I was hooked.
"Me llamo Diego," he said with a youthful tone. The other men in the alley disappeared in my mind. He thumbed his way out of the alley and expected me to follow. We crossed a street to enter the gate of a walled-off brick courtyard for a motel-style hacienda. The place looked old and the bricks looked worn. We were surrounded by many wooden doors each leading into separate rooms. Someone painted the doors with a bright blue that didn't match anything.
An older fat man popped up from behind who had been sitting by the gate. He was a shorter bald man with a dirty white t-shirt. He held up 5 fingers on his hand and said in a husky voice, "5 dolares. One hour."
I wondered if he was Diego's pimp or just a motel manager that made a deal with the gigolos in the alley. I pulled out a handful of bills from my front pocket and counted out five dollars to hand to the little man.
I stopped caring about who the man was when Diego took my hand and pulled me to one of the doors. We went inside to a cozy stone room with a bed covered in Mexican woven blankets. Candles were lit on a small table. We could hear faint moans of delight through the brick walls from other men in other rooms.
He slipped off his sandals and stood barefoot on the woven rug. He sat me down on the bed so that I could see him undress. He slipped off his shirt, which fell off his arms like silk. He rubbed his chest a little as if he was also appreciating his beautiful brown body, pinching his perky nips and rubbing his toned stomach.
I felt a rush of excitement when he unbuttoned the top button of his khakis. He unzipped to show a nest of black hair crowning the top of his shaft. He pulled his pants down slightly just so I could see the base of his cock. Then he massaged his neck and closed his eyes as he moaned with some delight. He built up anticipation as he started to move his hips slowly from left to right. Every time he shifted his hips, his pants slipped down a little more showing me each inch as it appeared to me.
At the time I didn't know how long his cock was. As the pants started to fall off, my mouth dropped at how much of a penis there was. It was also bulking up before my eyes.
Then his pants succumbed to gravity and in one big fall they hit the rug. The beast that came out was long, thick, uncut and it looked ruthless. The chod skin wrapped his bulging mushroom top with its piss slit staring at me like a one-eyed rodent being swallowed by a snake. It was getting erect fast, but the whole thing was struggling to pull up its weight as it filled with blood.
Diego stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. I looked at him from his boyish face down to his sculpted thighs. But his dick stole all the attention from the rest of his body. The balls were also impressive. They were round an almost orange with its rippled skin dotted with black hair. He stepped closer to me so that I could have what was officially mine for the hour.
With both hands I wrapped my fingers around the whole chorizo and felt the absolute heat that burned inside of it. I gave it a few tugs to massage it some. I could feel Diego actually getting harder between my hands, just when I thought it couldn't get any bigger.
I leaned in and rubbed his blood-engorged member all over my face, feeling its heat across the bridge of my nose and my forehead. I licked it from its shaft to his foreskin. I could feel his veins pulsate with life on my tongue. He groaned with delight as he pinched one of his nipples with one hand and combed his fingers through my hair with his other hand.
I then put it in my mouth, more because I wanted to see how much I could fit inside. I wasn't even half way when it hit the back of my throat. I knew I wasn't going to swallow anymore. That was fine. I was here to put this giant dick in a different hole anyway.
I quickly undressed and Diego pulled out a vial of a lubricant that they kept on the table. He lubed up his dick till it glistened in the candlelight. I got on my hands and knees on the bed as Diego lubed the outside of my hole, then dove his fingers in deep to get me moistened inside. It felt good to have something go in after such a long time. He massaged my hole for a while getting me all excited. I needed a good plowing if I wanted my man pussy to be stretched out like elastic. Then he stood up straight and walked his thighs closer to my backside. He pushed in the head, jabbing it in with some force to get the bulbous top past my sphincter.
I could feel myself widen by a mile when he got his mushroom head past the rim. I moaned with tension and delight. He kept going, slowly at first. I could feel his cock starting to burrow inward expanding my canal like a mole in the earth. The thickness of his meat was like someone trying to get a baseball bat inside me. Then he pulled out, and all the tension was released. My sphincter collapsed in.
Diego slapped my ass cheek with his cock and it made an echo in the small brick room. Then he commenced with my fucking. This time he didn't spare me. My hole widened again with his dick going in and I could feel him plunge deeper and deeper this time. I screamed as penis was eating me from the inside, but he didn't stop. I'm glad he didn't. My hands were gripping the blankets. I told myself to bare it.
Then he dived so deep he jabbed my prostate. The internal collision gave me a jolt of delight. I cocked my head upwards with a gasp. He had gone all the way in. I turned around in vain to see him inside me, but I couldn't turn my head around that far back. He let his cock sit inside for a minute so I could catch my breath, and also for my hole to get use to this mega stretch. He caressed my back for the time.
I felt his cock begin to slide out again, but he didn't pull out. He just began to go back in and then out. I could feel all the inches. When I thought the cock was going to pop out, he pushed his way back in. I moaned loudly. I wanted the men in the other rooms to hear that I'm having a good time too. I wanted all of Mexico to hear I was getting fucked good.
As my ass hole began to widen like a tunnel, it became a nice fit for Diego's chubby chorizo. He started to go faster, getting a motion that was rocking the bed. I was feeling the friction from the inside. His dick was rubbing a heat storm inside my ass. I could also feel his balls bouncing against my inner thighs like little wrecking balls.
I turned around to see why he suddenly pulled out. He got up on the bed and his legs straddled my raised up ass. He then bent down from his knees with his massive fat cock dangling between his legs, nose diving for my hole about to bomb the shit out of me. The dick went in all the way from the head to his untrimmed pubes in a flash.
This new angle almost carved a new passage and I shook all over and yelled. I could feel his thighs rub up against my ass cheeks for a second only for his cock to start pulling out again. And just as quick dive in again. It became a steady and quick continuation. I realized I was getting more than I bargained for. I was getting an ass fucking unlike anything I ever got.
My head jerked up and then down on the bed. My hands were squeezing the blankets so tight the wool was chaffing my fingers. I wailed endlessly. My body convulsed like I was a bronco and I was being ridden by a stubborn cowboy who wouldn't get off.
Just as quickly as he changed to this position, he then pulled out again and stood up. I looked up mercifully wondering what he'd do next. He said some things in Spanish that I was too lost to understand. He helped me flip on my back and then he scooted me down the bed till I was in the center. He lifted both my legs by gripping hard under my thighs and pushing up. I felt my stomach squeeze as I was folded in half. He said something in Spanish that I didn't understand, but I quickly guessed to hold onto my legs so that my ass hole was staring up at the ceiling.
Diego stared down at my hole like it was a pot of gold. He made a low hissing sound like it looked delicious. He stood on the bed then squatted down from his knees with his finger guiding the head of his cock into my stretched out muff.
I liked this new angle. I could see his prick nestled in my hole, it was back to fucking me again. He grabbed my thighs for support and his hips bobbed up and down directing his cock to be fully engaged in my ass. Though it was a squeeze for me, my bellowing moan was still loud. This was becoming a workout for Diego. Sweat was making his face moist and drops started falling on me. My prostate was getting the shit beat out of it. Then he closed his eyes as he started to moan himself. His thrusts were getting faster, and my ass could feel more heat as his cock moved in and out.
"Inside me," I pleaded. "Inside me." I didn't know the words in Spanish. I could only hope he did this enough to know what that meant.
He never pulled out. He only went faster. He gripped my thighs tighter, squeezing them to release his tension. He then yelled out with a loud almost painful yelp as he dived in all the way till his pubic bone hit my balls. I could feel his hot milk like it was melting me. I gasped every time I felt a new spew of hot cum jet out inside. I couldn't guess how many loads he released. It was pouring out.
We both moaned and gasped for air as if we were fighting for oxygen. He held himself up for a minute or two, panting heavy. He got quite the workout. But I was the one who needed to breathe. He was squeezing me too tight now so we got out of our tangled mess of flesh and sweat. I lay stretched out, squeezing my cheeks to keep it all inside. I knew that was going to be a problem since my hole was stretched so wide now. The best part was that it was still hot, so I could feel my bruised prostate getting a soothing warm bath.
I needed to release my own load. I began jacking off. I stared at Diego as I did. He got off the bed and stood next to me rubbing my chest. I kept staring at his cock. It was getting limp now, but still so long. It was wet and I could see drips of cum tucked inside his foreskin. How awesome it must be to have so many inches.
How long had he been fucking for money? Perhaps he did this at night and worked for his parents during the day. I wondered if someone found out about his cock and taught him how to use it. Or did he teach himself? With every new horny American hungry to satisfy an uncut Mexican cock, he learned new tricks-making their vacation a trip to remember. And make them come back again and again. It's a good investment.
It wasn't long till my own cum came squirting out. It was the longest shot of cum I ever spewed. The jamming of my prostate must've helped. I lay in bed with my own cum on my stomach, and his cum seeping out of my ass. He had a towel there on a little table by the door. He wiped his cock as he smiled back at me. He then began to wipe the sweat off of his body. His brown body shimmered from head to toe. His sweaty chest was like wet marble, with his muscles all rounded and his ribs popping out. And of course his softening dick hanging like a wilting flower. The folds of foreskin now enveloped his head and it was wrapped like a Cuban cigar.
He dried himself off as best as he could and then began to get dressed. He pulled up his pants and I noted how he carefully stuffed his meat into one of his pants' leg. He stood there shirtless and looked at me. He smiled, "senor?" and motioned his head toward the door.
It was time to go.
"Si" I replied and got up, careful not to squeeze any juice out. I got dressed myself.
He stood there with his shirt unbuttoned like when I saw him in the alley. He smiled graciously, waiting I suppose for his due reward. I pulled out my wallet and handed a $50 bill.
"Gracias, senor!" He said.
I indeed felt it the next day. I never told my friends. It was my secret on the flight home. Now, flying is a little pricey so I take the bus to relive that experience over and over again. I also want that ripped-open feeling of my overly fucked ass on the trip home with the cum jostling around in my anal canal. I now pay him $100 per day for a full day of fucking. And I pay for his meals too. I take good care of him when I'm in town. I spend as much money on Diego as I do on the trip to Puerto Vallarta. He is the investment to my happiness.
On the bus trip toward Monterey, I thought about this morning right after Diego gave me one more good fucking. We got dressed and stood in the courtyard of the hacienda after our 3 days of uninhibited anal ravaging. I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and looked him in the eye.
He smiled at me.
All I asked was "next month?"
"Si senor."