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Five-minute rendezvouz
Heard about a two-minute man? Well, I here's the story of a date I once had in Puerto Vallarta which pretty much lasted about that long...but not for the reason you think. Hehehe.
It was to be a short private dance or, as it's called in Mexico, un privado. Just a strip dance…nothing much more than that. We agreed to meet discreetly at a specified time and he was to ensure the other people sharing the room were away.
Fastest pay-day I ever had; and that's g-r-r-reat!
It was to be a short private dance or, as it's called in Mexico, un privado. Just a strip dance…nothing much more than that. We agreed to meet discreetly at a specified time and he was to ensure the other people sharing the room were away.
Hello! There I am butt naked with ¼ of dick in his mouth
I was on time, he was on time, and we made it up to the hotel room very casually, very discreetly. We even laughed about it. I noticed he did not bolt the inside lock but said nothing. If that makes him feel more comfortable, more “safe“ then cool by me. Everything was going great. In no time I was standing there in all my fine nakedness with a hard hard-on. There was lots of touching and sucking and the boy (early 20‘s) wasted no time getting down to it.
He sat near the edge of the bed and I stood over him sensuously grinding his mouth (the little lips couldn’t open wide enough to take much more than the head). Just so happens the wall and dresser mirrors were positioned perfectly and I got to watch me front and back…which never fails to turn me on.
He sat near the edge of the bed and I stood over him sensuously grinding his mouth (the little lips couldn’t open wide enough to take much more than the head). Just so happens the wall and dresser mirrors were positioned perfectly and I got to watch me front and back…which never fails to turn me on.
I stood over him sensuously grinding his mouth full of head
Behold! The door opens and who should be standing on the threshold with mouths open and eyes popping but his buddies. Hello! There I am butt naked with ¼ of dick in his mouth. I stood there smiling at the two while the boy flew backwards from shame. He cursed his friend for 1) coming back early and 2) gawking with pleasure. The rude bastard, or as they say in Spanish, cabron, stood with the door open for a good half minute ogling us before he went away giggling. Que cabron!
Personally I wasn’t put off at all but the kid - whew! - he was mortified and, besides strangling his friend, wanted nothing more than having the night deleted as graciously as possible. And who can blame him!
BUT I can blame him for not trusting me enough to lock the door from the inside. That little prejudice cost him many years of embarrassment to come because you know homosexuals: they just looooove to talk mess and his fat idiot friend is going to be talking his ass off for years and years and years :)
BUT I can blame him for not trusting me enough to lock the door from the inside. That little prejudice cost him many years of embarrassment to come because you know homosexuals: they just looooove to talk mess and his fat idiot friend is going to be talking his ass off for years and years and years :)
Fastest pay-day I ever had; and that's g-r-r-reat!
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