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By Manolo Chico,
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It was hot, even on the beach. I dosed away in my hammock. When I woke up, I had a raging hardon. My shorts stood up like a tent. When I looked up, I saw that the boy in the hammock next to me was peeking at my dick. He too had a hardon and was stroking his shorts almost imperceptibly. For a minute or two no one moved. Almost automatically, I started to stroke my dick as well. The guy was cute, very young. Somewhere in my head I felt a danger signal: probably underage.
He stepped out of the hammock, and now I could see how gorgeous he was. Rather tall for a Mexican, copper bronzed skin and unruly, long black hair. He had full lips and a beautiful row of teeth. “Let’s have a swim”, he said in broken English. He stretched out, pulling his arms over his head, twisting around slightly, so I could see his back. Strong swimmer shoulders, protruding shoulder blades, slender waistline. “Born on the beach, raised on a surf board”, I said to myself. His Bermuda shorts hang low over his hips, showing a tattooed flower growing out of the crack of his ass. I would love to see how much lower the tattoo would reach, where the roots were going to penetrate his body. He turned to me, smiled and said: “Vamanos, let’s go”. Who could resist such a beauty!
Ángel was a strong swimmer, and he had to pause now and then for me to catch up. Like a dolphin he dived in and out of the water, surfacing left and right from me. When he came up, he shook his head to get his hair out of his face and gave me a big smile. All of a sudden he dived under me and pulled my trunks off. I protested but he yelled: “You’ll love feeling the water streaming between you thighs”. With that he dived down and I felt him coming up just under me, his head caressing my chest, my abdomen, my dick. He dived again and this time I felt his head between my legs. His hair tickled my ass. He floated on his back and I swam on top of him and together we coasted on the beach. We wrestled for a while, feeling the strength of our bodies and we became even more excited. Oh, he made me feel 15 again! The sun warmed our bodies and gave life back to our dicks. He turned to me and kissed me deeply. “How old are you”, I asked, but I knew that he would lie. “I’m eighteen, he said. I’ll show you my ID when we are back. And how old are you?” “Seventy” I said and we both laughed, knowing quite well that we were both liars.
His body was soft like velvet, hairless. He had no inhibitions whatsoever. I kissed him and his body squirmed under me as if he were a snake. I buried my head in between his legs and kissed his oh so sweet anus and he pushed his butt up and around in pleasure. He pushed me on my stomach and kissed my back so erotically that I nearly came. I rolled away, ran circles around him and he tried to catch my legs. I fell on top of him and we rolled in the sand till I got his dick in my mouth. He struggled and found mine and before long we both came, squirting our semen into the sand. We heaved and kissed and laid in each other’s arms till we had calmed down.
When we returned to the main beach, he asked me if he could borrow some money. His backpack had been stolen and all his money and documents were lost. My first thought that he was a hustler and that this was time to pay up. But he looked so innocent, so honest, that I offered him to have instead dinner with me and stay overnight in my hotel. He laughed at me mischievously. We both understood that we would sleep little that night. During dinner, his legs touched mine and his eyes burned desire. Our talk was laced with innuendoes about the night to follow. One of the waiters looked enviously at me, the others disapprovingly.
I’ll always remember this sex-toy. May be he was underage, but he was born for sex. When he had fully aroused me, he sat on top of me. My dick slid into his ass as if it were made for it. He leaned backward and slowly moved his body up and down. When he moved down, he relaxed his ass, when moving upwards, he tensed his muscles, making me more excited with every move. I started to move my butt up and down as well, but his hands pushed me down. “Slowly man, slowly”. I was the top man, but he was in control. He moaned, feeling my dick touching his prostate. He bent over and gently bit a nipple. I guided his free hand to the other nipple and he pinched it hard. I bounced up from the pain and he loved feeling my dick moving with it. He kissed my neck. It ticked me and I squirmed under him. I wetted my right hand and started to masturbate him, concentrating on the head of his uncut dick. He moaned and started to ride me faster. I was close to coming and started to heave. I felt his dick throbbing, bouncing up and down and suddenly his cum shooting towards me covering my face and hair. Immediately I came, sending electric shocks through our bodies. He continued to ride me slowly and I came a second time, shorter but even more violently. “Mi Ángelito, my little Ángel, I love you” I moaned.
The next morning he was gone, with my backpack, my money, my documents. I was panic stricken. Here I was: in a foreign land, without passport, without money. I looked in every corner and couldn’t think straight. The only thing I could think of was to catch the bastard, but probably he had taken the first bus out of town. I ran to the bus station and there he was, lining up for the bus to Mexico City. I ran towards him and before he could escape, I pulled my backpack from his shoulders, screaming “Ladron, ladron, thief”. The bystanders understood what was happening: that urchin had stolen the backpack of an innocent gringo tourist and they didn’t intervene. Ángel fled away but I was too exhausted to run after him.
Back into the hotel, I checked the content of my backpack. Everything was there, passport, money, flight ticket. Had I ever been lucky! I also found a travel pouch with an American passport, traveler checks and cash. Roger Wilborn, 33 years old, good looking. I memorized the picture, hoping that I would be able to return his documents to him.
That night I saw him sitting in a restaurant, all by himself. The place was near empty. “Roger, would mind if I shared your table”. Although he said “by all means”, his tone of voice was one of rejection. “How did you know my name?” he asked suspiciously, and I told him how I got his travel pouch. He lit up and we shared our Ángel stories. When he told me about his night with Ángel, I became jealous: I had not been the only one that Ángel had concurred. Back into the hotel, I gave Roger his pouch. He was overjoyed and kissed me affectionately. We held each other and I felt the tension receding. He caressed my back, pushing his hand under my shorts. I felt my dick swelling and I let myself fall down on the bed, pulling Roger with me. Roger wasn’t a great lover and soon he left. “Take care and stay away from Ángel”, I said. “I’ve learned my lesson, buddy”, and with that he left.
I was about to dose away when a slight knock on the door woke me up. I opened the door and saw Ángel standing there, head down. I froze, not knowing what to do. Had I caught him at the bus station, I would have beaten and kicked him ferociously. But now, I didn’t know what to do. “I came back to bring you your keys”. With that he handed me the keys of my San Francisco apartment. “And sorry for the backpack” he added. For a while, we stood there in silence, and then he started to walk away. “Where are you going?” I asked. “To the beach, to sleep”. Before I knew it, I had invited him to share my room that night. Ángel could not believe his ears: “After all that has happened?” was the only thing he knew what to answer.
When he came out of the shower, he was his old self. He kissed me slightly on the forehead and nestled himself next to me. Little by little, my anger faded away. He caressed me lightly, his fingers hardly touching my skin. I turned and kissed him, hesitantly at first. He came closer and played with my tits. We kissed, more passionate now and I knew that tonight we would make love, not just have sex. He whispered loving words in my ear and pulled me on top of him. There was no stopping. I softly bit his nipples and he started to groan. I wetted my fingers and rubbed them around his anus. He pushed his butt up and begged me to take him. When I had entered him, all fury broke lose. He groaned and moaned loudly, twisting his agile body under me in all directions. He wanted to feel my dick touching each and any part of his ass. I put my forearms under his back, pulling his shoulders forcefully towards me. My dick entered him deeply. I pulled his butt up high and he cried from joy. “Harder, harder” and our bodies banged into each other vigorously. My dick was inside him as deep as it could ever go. When I was about to come he cried, “I’m coming, Oh, I’m coming, ooohhhh, ooohhh” and it was as if lightening stroke. Our bodies shivered for quite a while. I kissed him deeply, telling him how much I loved him. “Mi Ángelito, my little Ángel, I love you”. He whispered “I love you too, mi amor”. If only I could convince him to move to San Francisco! Exhausted I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, Ángel had left, with my backpack. “Oh no, not again” and with that I ran to the bus station, just in time to see the bus for Mexico City pulling out. From behind the window, Ángel was waving good-bye to me, sending me hand kisses and giving me the most endearing smile. I ran alongside the bus, raising my clinched fist.
When I returned to San Francisco, I found an e-mail from Ángel, apologizing for all the problems he had caused me. With the money he had found in my wallet, he would be able to pay for a coyote to smuggle him over the border. He promised me that soon he would be with me in San Francisco. He loved me and wanted to be with me forever and ever. “Please write me soon, I’m longing to hear from you, to hear that you have forgiven me. Mi amor, I love you.
PLEASE TURN TO THE NEXT PAGE TO READ ÁNGEL’S STORY.
ÁNGEL’S STORY
What a wonderful, touching story. Dennis should become a porn writer. Now let me tell you the real story.
I was walking around the beach when I saw this man, sleeping in a hammock, who had a raging hardon. His loose shorts stood up like a tent. I lowered myself into the hammock next to him, giving me a clear view of his dick. The view excited me, and I got a hardon as well. This man was definitely gay, I said to myself. I hadn’t had a decent meal in days, and I was aching to buy a Walkman, so I decided to give it a try. When he woke up, his eyes devoured me. He put his hand inside his shorts and rubbed his dick. He could have eaten me alive! He asked me to come for a swim. I stepped out of the hammock, stretched out to show him how beautiful I am. I know all men are fantasizing about the tattooed flower growing out of my ass, and he was no exception. I shifted my weight on one foot, making me look even sexier. I felt his eyes taking my Bermuda shorts off. I knew that he was dying to take me.
I love swimming and I dived in and out of the water, playing with Dennis as if I were a little dolphin. Little by little I saw his face relaxing. I played with His dick under water, pretending to suck it, and he nearly drowned from pleasure. I took him in my strong arms, and swam him to the beach. I played with him as if he were a kid, and he loved it. He cried: “you make me feel 15 again”, like so many of the middle aged man I had had sex with in the last two years. We frolicked in the sand, and when I started to kiss him, he suddenly became serious. “How old are you” he asked. I knew what he wanted to hear so I said that I was 18. They all want to fuck young, tender meat, but their rational mind needs reassurance than these kids are not under aged. Truth be told, I am 16, going on 17, but probably have had more sex in my life than many men over 40! He knew I was lying, but he didn’t mind.
He kissed me passionately and started to give me a blowjob. I loved it and became excited. I pushed him on his stomach and kissed his back from top to bottom. He squirmed and moaned under me, and when I kissed his ass, he bobbed up and down from pleasure. He threw me on my back and it was now my turn to get my ass kissed. I opened my legs completely and he kissed the ring around my anus and then started to dart his tongue into my ass. I love to be tongue fucked and he was a master at it. I felt a finger getting up my asshole, loving it. He wiggled it around touching my prostrate and I bounced up and groaned from pleasure. I knew what he was up to and I whispered in his ear: “Let’s save that for tonight, my love”.
I rolled around, took his dick in my mouth, pushing mine to his lips. He swallowed it immediately and gave me a great blowup. Being on top, I lowered my mouth as deep as possible over his dick, tickling his ass at the same time. I put all my weight on the lower part of my body and my dick bored into his mouth as deep as it could go. When I felt him gagging, I gave him some respite only to sink it in yet deeper. He dug a finger into my ass, pushed it against the prostrate and there was no way to stop cuming. I squirted my load into his mouth and he swallowed several times. He tried to push my dick out of his mouth, but I didn’t let him: he had to swallow it all. When he came he moaned deeply. His dick was too long and too thick for me to swallow. I put my hand around its base and worked his piss hole. I felt him tense and he shot his hot load into my mouth. I felt it ticking my throat, flowing down along the inside of my mouth. I didn’t swallow his cum but kept it in my mouth. I turned around, kissed him and let his cum flow into his mouth. He shuddered from the pleasure.
Back on the main beach, I asked him loan me some money. I always use the word “loan” because I don’t want to give the impression that my “friends” are paying for the pleasure. “Let’s talk about money tomorrow”, he said. “You remember that you promised me an erotic night?” He invited me for a dinner, and after sex I had a raging hunger. We ate at a beach side restaurant, quite romantic. Our table was at the far side, away from the other guests, and the only light was a candle on our table.
As always, Roberto was our waiter. He is stunning and I saw Dennis eyeing him. “Isn’t he gorgeous?” I teased Denny and he flushed. “Do you want to have a three-some tonight? I may be able to convince Roberto.” “Yes, he is gorgeous but I want just you, mi Ángelito”. With that he squeezed my hand and I saw his eyes moist over. I squeezed his forearm, looked lovingly in his eyes, and started to rub my legs against his. I moved my soupspoon in and out of my mouth slowly, and he understood.
When we came to the hotel room, he was ready to explode. He ripped my clothes off and kissed me so deeply that I was gasping for air. I tried to make the foreplay last but he was so horny that it was difficult to slow him down. He fingered my ass and was ready to enter me when I pushed him back. “Where are the condoms, love? I never have unprotected sex, you know. I’m clean and want to keep it that way”. When I rolled a condom over his dick, I realized how awfully long and thick it was, and I became thrilled with anticipation.
His wanted me to sit on top of him and ride him. Now I was in control, I could make it last as long as I wanted, and I did. I slowly lowered myself on top on his big weapon. When the head was partly in, I pulled up to relax my anus. The head was so incredibly big and you know that I’ve seen many dicks! After a few times the head slid in. I slowly lowered myself further down, getting accustomed to this monster dick. When I finally sank fully down, I felt like exploding. Never ever had I felt a dick go in so deep into me! The sensation was wonderful. He bobbed up and down, but I pushed his hips down and kept them there. “Slowly man, slowly”, I said. He still wanted to be in control but I let him feel the joy of being controlled by a kid! I bent backwards and sideways to feel his dick stirring inside me. My own dick kicked up.
I bent forward and started to bite his nipples. Seeing that he loved it, I started to bite them harder and harder till he cried out from the pain. I kissed him deeply, smothering the cry, to not disturb the other hotel guests. I continued to kiss him while pinching his tits with my nails. He squirmed to get free and the constant moving of his dick in my anus made me wild. I pulled myself all the way up, leaving just the top of his dick prisoner of my anus and suddenly lowered myself completeLY. I know how unbearable the tension in the dick becomes when someone does that to you. And I love the feeling too! After a few times of moving his dick in and out almost completely, I felt that he was at the point of coming. I slowed down to a crawl, making the tension even more unbearable for him. I moved very, very slowly, agonizingly slowly. I knew that he was about to explode but I made it last, last, as long as I could. He came vigorously, moaned and groaned, panting. “My Ángelito, you’re blowing my head off”.
Denny was still asleep when I woke up. I showered and dressed, ready to go to work. In the morning I clean the local gym, sweep the floor, clean the toilets, dust the machines, etc. The fringe benefit is that I can see all those gorgeous sweaty bodies. In the afternoon, I work out myself, to keep in shape. When I was ready to leave, I woke up Denny and asked him for the money. He pretended to be surprised: “I love you Ángelito, let’s money not destroy our relationship. I’ll love you forever. Come here and give me a kiss”.
“The money” I said, in a tone of voice not to be challenged. He sighed and took a $ 20 bill out off his wallet. The bastard was treating me as a cheap whore. “The charge is two hundred dollars” I said slowly. “Two hundred?” he shouted. “Two nights ago I only paid one hundred!”
“Was he as beautiful?” I knew I had scored a point as I am by far the cutest boy in town.
“How was he in bed?” I knew I had scored another point as I’m the best fuck in town.
“How often did you have sex with him: once or twice?” I’d scored another point but it didn’t seem to move Denny.
“Listen” I tried to reason him. “I spent 17 hours with you, so $ 200 comes to less than $ 12 per hour. Back home, you pay the plumber at least 4 times that amount!”
“Two hundred dollars” I said with a steel hard, ice cold voice.
When Denny did not move, I picked up his backpack and walked towards the door. He stood in my way and slapped me in the face.
“You should not have done that” I said and landed two hard punches in his stomach. Denny doubled over and with a bang landed on the floor. In a split-second I was on top of him. To muffle his wailing I stuffed a handkerchief in his mouth and hissed:
“You better give me the money now or I will denounce you for raping a minor. The police will not like that and throw you in jail while investigating what has happened. Before the day is over, you’ll have been raped by at least five inmates.”
Denny came to his senses and handed me the money. I walked out, without looking backward.
Now that bastard wants you to believe that I’m a thief, ruining my reputation, my future. And what pisses me off most is that he used my real name. That’s why I’m so thankful that the editor has given me the opportunity to tell you the truth. It’s his word against mine. I swear that my story is true. Don’t you think that my story sounds more likely? Remember, he wants you believe that he ran to the bus station, saw me on the platform, rushed towards me and ripped off the backpack? Quite unlikely that he just came in time, isn’t it? How did he get onto the platform? Only ticketed passengers can get there. Why would I take his backpack? The only thing that interests me is money, why would I trunk along his dirty laundry? A thief would have thrown away the backpack, isn’t it? And then this ridiculous story that I came to his room a second time, supposedly to bring back the key of his apartment? Where in the hell did those keys come from?
Convinced? So, why don’t you contact me, love? I’ll make you feel young and loved, and I’ll make love with you as no one else has. My hand moves slowly up your thigh and when I reach in between your legs, you start to tremble. We both sigh ….
Tu Ángelito.
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