Gay Erotic Stories

What I wanted to see was not the housewives buying groceries and pots and pans which was pretty much all there was to see at that time in the afternoon. I walked away from el centro as the Mexicans called downtown and in a few blocks I came upon a small park. As far from the street as they could put it I found a men’s restroom and went in.

The smell was certainly from the uses the patrons used in a men’s room as the smell of stale urine was strong. A few non descript men were standing around and I found a booth with a door. It was one of only three booths not open to public gaze. I sat on the dirty toilet seat without dropping my pants. Several of the men peeked thru the crack between the door and the frame. I think it was clear to them I was there for cock and they wanted to provide it to me.

“Thes place is safe, Senor,” one of the men ventured to tell me. He might have been elected spokesman because he knew some English. “Somebody will guard the door. There is six men here who want the sucking.” While his grammar was not too good, his perception of my visit was.

I stood and opened the door. The man waiting there was like 25 and dressed like a ranch hand. “Bring me many pieces of newspaper,” I told the anxious man, “The floor is filthy.” I did not have to elaborate as the man turned to another waiting man and said something in Spanish and a trash can was searched for several sheets of the daily newspaper. I placed their offering on the floor and knelt to accept my first guest.

The first man opened his blue denim pants and pulled out a six inch turgid cock that was uncut. “Here, Senor, I have washed it since I used it.” The proffered prick was indeed pretty clean.

As I held my first cock of the afternoon, I told my waiting man, “Tell the others to wash their cocks also.” The man gave me a big smile as he stepped back to better show off his sex weapon. “Very nice,” I added to our talk.

“Lavese sus vergas por las chupars,” the man said out loud and the other men went to the wash basins to comply with my demands. Not knowing Spanish, I can only write what I heard.

My first man had a nice cock and I gave it special consideration as he seemed to be my manager for the session. I got his fly opened and he had a bushy set of black pubes and medium hanging balls. After I had sucked on his prick for a few minutes, my first man got the courage to place my head in his hands and he brought himself to a climax by fucking my face. A nice gift of cum but not much. Standing next to me after his finish, he pointed to another man who moved up to take his place.

The second man, his prick wet and clean, had a bigger tool to work with. It was also uncut and when he lowered his work pants to his thighs, he gave me another bushy black set of pubes. By bringing his balls up to my lips, I knew he wanted his testes laved and loved. In a few minutes, Number Two also took my head in his hands and got his ejaculation by fucking my face. A nice gift of cum, more than the first man. I had to guess at the quantity as both men had used my mouth as a cum dump.

Man Number One, while still jacking his semi-hard cock, called for a new man to keep the line moving smoothly. Number Three was a man in his fifties with a salt and pepper unkempt beard. Since I know so little Spanish, I was not sure if he kept talking to me like he would talk to his wife or his horse but jabber away he did until he came copiously in my throat from my orally working his older penis.

When Number One called up the next replacement, it turned out ot be a young man that I think was just 18 years old. “Senor, por favor,” the youth’s first words came after he presented his six and a half dark skinned uncut cock to my hand. “I have the want to fuck you in the culo.” I was pleased that at least he asked me to let him as a favor. I knew that, if they wanted to, that crowd could rape me and rob me and maybe even kill me and I would not be enough to stop them. “Jose, my friend, will want also to make the fuck in you. Can we both do it?”

“Yes, you may,” I replied as I felt in my pants pockets for my stash of condoms. Just for the kicks of it, I took the new condom into my mouth after sucking his cock good and then I had this young guy fill the condom with his cock as he pushed it into my throat. The various men who watched this new way of putting on a rubber laughed and applauded my little show.

Now with my prospective fucker properly protected, I stood and lowered my pants to my knees as I bent over. My young lover knew what to do and, after lubing his cock and my anal lips, he took charge of my butt like I had signed over full title to it for him. Yes, he knew what to do and he did it like a real champ. The older men in my audience, however, all started giving the young man sex advice which he did not need but he thanked each and ever advisor like he had needed their instructions.

Once, when my fucker took a short break and I was on his cock hook like a fish, I told the young man to invite his friend over for a cocksucking while I was also getting an ass fucking.

Jose, my fucker’s friend, was almost all Indian and his cock was all black and not over six inches in size. I heard my fucker tell Jose something and he stood in front of us and let me mouth his cock as I bent over to accept more fucking from the young man with his prick in my ass. The waiting men in the group watching our show began masturbating as they became excited by our show. The sounds of Spanish and local dialects filled the restroom.

It took about fifteen minutes for my fucker to fill his condom. When he had withdrew from my ass, I handed him a new condom for his friend and we repeated our method of putting it on Jose. My fucker, not ready to retire from the act, pulled off his well filled condom, tossed it into a toilet and stood where Jose had been with the obvious intention that I would clean the cum from his prick and let him get another ejaculation while Jose pounded my ass with his Indian cock. When Jose finished after another ten or twelve minutes, I stood and my ten inch cock was out in front like a flag pole. One of the older Mexican men, threw caution to the wind and knelt on the dirty floor to suck on my pride and joy.

The first guy had said there were six men “wanting for the sucking.” By the time I had done six of them, another four had arrived and opted to join in the fun. The newcomers included two Canadians who had wanted to use the room for the toilet but stayed to get their rocks off. I thought I had cleaned up the crowd, so to speak, when the local patrolman came in. The rest of the crowd scattered like he had the plague but his only concern was to use me as his own cum dump in my then well lube ass. As soon as the policeman left the room, the Number One man came back in and said I had made everyone happy. I was told I should come back on Saturday after noon as more ranch hands would be in attendance. I smiled and said I would try to be there but I knew I would not cross the border again for some time.

It turned out that Number One was a taxi driver and he took me right to the door of the Immigration Service. As he took the fare and the good tip, he told me that I was the best puto that restroom had had for the last six months. “It has not been good here since the tourist has to have the passport card,” the taxi driver who had been my sex manager for a short afternoon said. “We who go there often miss the putos from the states. Local putos are just like women and not good at all.”

“Thank you Amigo for an afternoon to remember,” I said as I got in line to reenter the United States and catch my trolley