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Bottomboy For Mexicans, Part 5

by Rusty


He wanted his money first. I probably could have backed out at that point by not paying him. But with the intoxicating smell of his penis in my face, and the taste of his Mexican juices in my mouth, there was no way that I wasn't going to go through with this. I paid him.

I pulled the loose skin of his brown dick back to completely expose the glans, then rolled a Magnum rubber onto it. It fit tightly, especially at the thickest part in the middle of his dick.

I looked around for some lube. There was none. But then I saw the rubbers that the boys had thrown on the floor. I picked up Tommy's and sucked out the cum that was in it. It was good and slippery from all of the natural lubricant that he had secreted while he was fucking the girl. For a little guy, he squirts a lot of juice. I then applied it, with my mouth, to the big, hard Mexican dick that was going to fuck me.

He had me take off all of my clothes and lay down on my back on the filthy bed where he and the boys had just fucked the whore. He was going to take me face-to-face. He knelt on the bed between my legs, then lifted them up, placing them on his strong shoulders. Then he leaned down over me, forcing my legs back and lifting my butt up. I felt very vulnerable in this position. I was scared.

He spit in his hand and rubbed it over my anus. Then he leaned down more, probing around for the entrance.

"Do you want my Mexican dick in your ass, Gringo?" he asked me in Spanish.

"Yes," I told him.

"Then point it toward the hole."

I reached down and grabbed the thick shaft that I couldn't even get my fingers around. This was crazy! I guided it to the hole. He pulled himself up more and I felt the point of his dick press against my opening.

My ass hole instinctively clamped down! I had to override that instinct. I knew that to let the rectum fight the dick would be excruciating. And the dick would win anyway. I bore down, as if to take a shit, and pulled my ass cheeks apart with my hands. My rectum pushed out and opened somewhat, enough for the end of his dick to nestle in the entrance.

I knew I had to relax and not let the rectum clamp down. But how do you relax when you are about to be fucked by the biggest dick of your life? This was not a dildo that I was carefully introducing into my gut. This was a big, stiff prick, attached to a very muscular Mexican, who had me pinned down, and maybe didn't care if he hurt me or not. I just concentrated on how much I wanted it, on how much I wanted this beautiful Mexican man inside me. I felt my rectum relax, submitting itself to the imminent invasion.

"Are you ready, Gringo?"

I looked into his deep black eyes, so close to mine. "Please be gentle with me," I said.

"Don't worry, you will love my dick in you," he said as he tightened his grip on me and bore down.

He gasped in pleasure, and I gasped in pain, when he shoved it into me. It hurt so bad, that I thought that he had implanted the whole thing in me in one fell swoop, but when I looked down, I saw, to my horror, that I had two-thirds of his dick to go!

I panicked and tried to squirm out from under him, but with his strong grip on my shoulders and the rod in my ass, I wasn't going anywhere, and my struggles only served to impale me more.

"Por favor, please let me go. It hurts!" I begged him.

"Shish, amigo," he said in a soothing tone. "It always hurts at first, but it will feel good later. Try to relax. Don't fight me."

Fortunately, he wasn't cruel, because he could have forced his way into me right away. Instead, he gave me a moment to compose myself. I saw in his eyes his determination, and I realized that his dick was not going to come out of me until it had been all the way in.

He pulled out of me slightly and stopped. I got ready for the next shove by bearing down and spreading my ass cheeks the best I could with my hands.

"Now, look into my eyes, amigo Gringo."

I looked into his eyes, dark pools of mystery, as I felt him entering me. As he was giving me his penis, he was also giving me his soul. And I was giving mine to him.

I felt my anus being stretched more and more, until I thought it would split, but I didn't fight it. It was too late for that. I just kept bearing down as if I was trying to pass a huge turd. As gross as it sounds, taking a dick up the ass is like taking a shit in reverse.

And then, I felt some relief, even though, looking down, I saw that he was still entering me! We were past the thickest part, sliding down toward the root. Now I felt the start of another kind of pain, as the end of his dick pressed into some organ inside me. I had accommodated the girth of his penis, but now I had to accommodate its length. I adjusted the angle of my butt until I found the best position to take all of him.

I knew that his dick was completely embedded in me when his thick bush of pubic hair pressed into my balls. He paused there for a while, perhaps to let me stretch more, or perhaps to enjoy the feeling of having his prick in my ass.

"You are very tight, mi amigo. Are you OK?"

"Si, yes. I'm okay."

"Good, because I'm going to fuck you now."

He pulled back and I felt my ass hole being stretched outward, then finally breaking loose and sliding along the shaft toward the thick part in the middle. I gasped as it slid by. His dick hurt me almost as much coming out as going in.

He paused again with just the head of his dick in me and I was able to catch my breath. It felt okay, there. The diameter of his penis was just right for the first couple of inches -- too bad the entire length wasn't that way. I regretted having gotten myself in this situation.

I knew that I had to ride this one out. I had no choice but to submit totally to him, to let him fuck me until he got his satisfaction.

He started fucking me slowly, all the way in, and all the way out. I felt my rectum expand, contract, expand and contract, every time the thick part went by. I looked up into his face and saw the pleasure there. In a way, seeing that pleased me as well, and lessened my pain.

I had paid money for this torture. I wanted to get some pleasure for myself out of this experience. Looking at the beautiful man on top of me was pleasing: A very nice face, young, smooth skin but masculine. Did he shave yet? No, I don't think so. He must be about twenty-two, but had only a fuzzy, adolescent-type of mustache. It's not unusual for a Mexican man to be completely and naturally smooth-faced. His slanted, Asian-like eyes also hinted at an Indian ancestry. His skin was rather light in color, except for his dick, which was dark-chocolate. I looked down at it, sliding in and out of me: Beautiful contrast, my skin and his.

He was really into it now, pumping faster, twisting his head back-and-forth in pleasure. He would close his eyes for a while and then open them to gaze into mine. I had no trouble looking him directly in the eyes, without that awkward feeling that usually causes one to turn away. The eyes are the windows of the soul.

I was loosening up some; the dick was sliding in and out easier now. I was glad that he had so much loose skin on his un-cut dong. One of the advantages of the natural penis: The prick slides in its own sleeve, reducing the friction. I felt mainly pressure sensations as his veins and bulge slid through my anus.

He was breathing hard and sweating. I reached up and felt the muscles of his chest and stomach working under his wet, smooth skin. You know, I like to look at pictures of naked guys, but it is so much more exciting to feel them as you're looking. I ran my hands all over the parts of his body that I could reach: the strong arms and shoulders, the flat, washboard stomach, and his buttocks muscles as they contracted and relaxed, shoving his dick in and out of me.

He lowered himself more, forcing my legs back (I was glad that I had been practicing my yoga) until his sweaty chest contacted mine. He laid his head beside mine and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I encircled his back with my arms and drew him tightly to me. He nibbled on my ear and neck, sending pleasurable shivers up and down my spine.

Then I felt his lips on mine. Straight boys don't like to kiss much, but sometimes, when they are very worked-up, they do. He kissed aggressively, like he fucked, with lots of pressure, nibbles and probing tongue. He penetrated my lips with his tongue as he penetrated my ass with his penis. He held his mouth tightly against mine and breathed his hot breath in and out of my lungs until I almost passed out.

I let go of all my inhibitions and fears, completely surrendering my male pride, and gave my body to him, for his pleasure. And I could feel his pleasure, and it became mine. My ass hole caressed and hugged his big dick lovingly as he moved in and out of me. Earlier I had enjoyed his dick in my mouth; now I was enjoying it ten times as much, taking his manhood completely into me.

Now I was happy that he had climaxed into the girl only an hour ago: He would last a while now. I wanted the fucking to go on forever! The pleasure of feeling his dick working my ass had overwhelmed the pain. I moved my ass around as he fucked me, so that he could feel his dick head contacting different parts of my insides. I gave him little squeezes with my rectal muscles, and saw the pleasure in his face.

But then, I felt the tension mount in his back-muscles, and his breathing turn to panting. Oh, no! But he caught it, pulled out of me suddenly, and rolled over onto his back. His face contorted as he tried to hold back the climax. Just a little squirt escaped into the rubber, but he managed to stop the climax. Slowly he relaxed, his breathing returning to normal.

I was glad to see that his stiff prick had come out of me clean. Luckily, I had gone to the bathroom before leaving the hotel. I reached down to feel my condition. The hole was still open! I felt its looseness, then concentrating, got it to close somewhat around my finger. It felt numb. No blood, at least.

"Well, how do you like it, Gringo?"

I rolled over onto my side, facing him. I caressed his chest, tenderly. "I love it!"

"I knew you would. I knew when you tasted my dick and liked it, that I would have your ass, and that you would love it."

"I bet a lot of girls love your dick too."

"Not really. Most are too scared to try. Or they try but it hurts too much. I would be better off with a smaller dick."

"Have you ever fucked a man before?"

"No, you're my first one. I've gotten a few blowjobs though."

"So how do you like ass?"

"Feels good! Nothing beats pussy, of course, but I like it: A lot tighter than pussy. Want me to fuck you some more?"

"Sure, but this time, I'm going to take you to another part of Greece. Let’s see if you like it."

I got up and squatted down over him, then lowered myself enough to feel his glans nestle into my hole. I tightened my rectal muscle, squeezing the end of his dick. I wanted my ass to feel like a tight pussy to him.

My own dick hung down uselessly. I didn't need it anyway. My sexual organ was the hole between my legs. We usually think of ass holes, or pussies, as passive devices, which are penetrated, fucked, screwed, violated, or whatever, by the active male organ. But ass holes, or pussies, can be used actively also, as I was about to show my macho friend.

I enveloped the head of his dick with my ass hole. I squeezed it as I slid down on it a couple of inches, pushing back the foreskin to expose the tender, sensitive glans. I heard him sigh when I did that. I was really getting tuned into this guy. I went up and down on him several times that way, not going too deep, keeping the head of his dick sheathed in my rectum. I could see in his face that he loved it. I was, essentially, sucking his dick with my butt! I tried twisting my body from side to side as I went up and down, always looking at the reaction in his face, until I found an angle that really pleased him. Then I tried loosening and tightening my rectum at different times as I sheathed him. Sheathed him? Well, for lack of a better word, yes: sheathed him.

I sheathed him a little deeper each time, but giving him lots of rectal attention on the glans as well. I experimented with angles to find what worked best for me too. Rubbing and prodding my prostate with the head of his dick felt fantastic to me and I saw that he liked it too. I finally settled into a stroke that combined all of those good feelings for both of us, and I took him past the bulge all the way to the root! My now-stimulated prostate felt like it was going to erupt every time the bulge squeezed through it. And it probably would have, too, except that I saw that Sr. Platano was about to erupt too if I kept that up.

I pulled up and off of him, and lay down beside him to recuperate. He rolled over and we embraced, kissing passionately.

"You're as good a fuck as any girl I've been with," he told me. "Now let's do it doggie style. Greek dogs, that is."

He had me get on my elbows and knees, legs spread, and rest my forehead on the bed. I watched him, between my legs, as he mounted me, and braced myself for the insertion of his dick. It still was scary to be in such a vulnerable position, even though I now knew that I could take his big dick. He held me firmly with his hands on my waist as he guided his prick up into my gut. It was obvious that he liked to be the one in the driver's seat as he drove his big hot-rod in and out of my butt, gaining speed all the time, and taking the curves recklessly. It was all I could do to try to keep my butt at a good angle so as not to be hurt by his wild plunges. Finally, his violent fucking had forced me down flat on the bed, with his full weight on top of me. I tilted my pelvis a little and felt my prostate getting massaged wonderfully! He was panting and biting my neck. I started groaning -- I couldn't stop myself -- it hurt so good!

My orgasm continued for a long time. The thickness of his meat inside me prevented my semen from squirting out right away, prolonging my ecstasy. Even after I came, the fucking felt so good, that I didn't want him to ever stop. He did, though, briefly, to roll us over onto our sides.

He embraced me from behind, his dick still implanted in me, and continued to fuck me. He was caressing my body with his hands. It felt so good! His hot breathing on my neck built up to panting. He was fucking me fast and furiously now! I knew it wouldn't be long.

He suddenly stopped. He held me tightly against him with his prick shoved as far up into me as he could get it. I felt his heart beating. He held his breath. I felt a thumping in my ass hole as the gobs of semen were pumped into me.

We lay there for a while as he recovered, his arms still around me. Then, to my surprise, I felt his hand slide down my belly to my dick. He grabbed it. It was soft but swollen.

"Don't tell anybody about this, okay?" I felt my dick swelling as he played with it. It felt so good and was so unexpected. I promised him that I wouldn't tell anybody (that he had touched my dick). I guess that since his dick was in my ass at the time, it didn't threaten his macho self-image to do that gay thing.

My poor penis had been neglected for a long time. At last it was getting some attention. And, after all, I am a man, although I don't act like it sometimes. My dick quickly grew hard in his hand and he brought me to another wonderful orgasm! That was the first time in many years that I have enjoyed a double orgasm.

We lay there for quite a while, with his dick still in me, recuperating. It was pretty quiet, but you could hear muffled talking and laughing, and the bed springs squeaking as some whore was getting fucked in the next room. I wondered if it was Margarita.

Then we heard the whistle of the Platano wagon.

"I've got to get back to work," said my young, macho fucker.

We walked back to the platano wagon together. My ass hole had swollen so much, it felt like Sr. Platano's dick was still implanted in it. But I felt good. Happy and satisfied!

"Whenever you want me to fuck you again, just let me know," he told me.

The muchachos were hanging around the platano wagon. The young man running it looked like Sr. Platano's little brother. He had the family resemblance in his pants.

"How was it?" asked Tommy.

"Wonderful!" I answered.

Tommy introduced me to the kid who had watched the live show with us, a cute little dude, short and a little thin. He had Indian features.

"Este es mi amigo, Jaime."

We shook hands.

Tommy asked me in English if Jaime could accompany us back to the hotel. "He is about to die of horniness, Rusty."

How could I turn him down? After all, it was a matter of international good will.

To be continued…

Comments and suggestions appreciated. rusty@moonman.com

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