Mexican Huckster Boy

   By Rob Loveboy

   Chapter Two

   Letting loose, sampling the local vintage!

   Marco was absolutely fascinated by the television.  Obviously, his
family didn't have one nor was one readily available I guessed.  I found a
Disney movie dubbed in Spanish on pay-per-view.  It was comical watching
the cartoon characters speaking Spanish, Marco laughing often pointing and
saying something lost in the translation, I nodded and laughed to humour
him as I read my Mickey Spillane novel.

   For a late night snack, I ordered a couple of burgers and fries from
room service, along with slice of chocolate cake and a large glass of milk.
When I signed for the food, I had to laugh.  The midnight snack cost more
than the ten year-old boy I had over for sex that night.  The teenage
waiter gave me curious looks seeing the young Mexican boy, a sheet covering
his hips leaning against the headboard giggling at his TV show.  Had Marco
not been the flavor of the night, I would have invited the cute sixteen
year-old over when he finished work that night, I saw him more than once
look at my underwear clad basket as he set the table..Maybe later in the
week I would feel like something older and tipped him a generous twenty
dollars with a sly, sensuous smile and rub of my crotch.

   * * *

   I loved the chocolate smeared on Marco's face, a milk moustache to
match. I stood in front of him holding my flaccid cock to his lips. 
Reaching over, I turned off the television in order to get his full
attention.  He didn't need to be told what was expected of him, Carlo would
have assured that.

   I moved us to the comfort of the bed placing him between my legs, I laid
back placing my hands behind my head and enjoyed the little wet and warm
chocolate smeared mouth working me.

   The next morning I fucked him, bent over the table, his legs dangled and
face in a plate of ketchup and mustard remnants of last night's snack.  It
just happened, not planned.  He was turning on the television when the
kinky urge came over me.  He had already sucked me off an hour earlier
after I worked his little cock hoping to bring him to a dry orgasm that I
began to believe was a fallacy, only in fantasy story writings.  I even ate
his bum for half an hour in hopes of exciting him enough, it kept him erect
and masturbated, but that was the extent of it.  I concluded then that boys
that age were not sexual; their place was only to be used for a man's
carnal pleasure.

   I rode him hard and furious, the table wobbled and dishes fell to the
floor.  His screams only excited me more, he was nothing but a Mexican
whore boy, I was simply breaking him in for the destiny he faced.

   * * * I sent Marco home after breakfast and went down to the beach,
lying naked and relaxed reading my book.  A voice above disturbed me.  "You
want cocktail, senor?" It was the teen waiter from the night before dressed
in a white shirt, shorts and sandals carrying a tray.

   I'm not a vain man in the slightest, but Fernandez, the name tag read,
was checking me out as sure as hell.  I never drank before noon as a rule,
but it was noon somewhere in the world.  "Sure, a gin and tonic?"

   "Si, senor." he smiled, giving my junk another quick glance before he
headed to the bar.

   I could use something older at the moment.  I felt like getting fucked
for a change.  Fernandez returned with my cocktail but not before I gave my
cock a few tugs and balls a pull for cosmetic presentation reasons.

   "Enjoy, senor." Fernandez said presenting my drink on a tray with a bowl
of pretzels as a bonus.

   I had three twenties at the ready, never leaving my room without some
cash.  I placed them on his tray as I signed my room tab.  "You come to my
room after work?" I asked with a wink.  Fernandez was not a stupid boy; he
knew exactly what I wanted.  He showed four fingers, four o'clock, and that
was that taking the money for serviced paid in advance.  I had no worries
that he ripped me off, jobs of that calibre were far and few between.  A
disgruntled guest could easily cost him his job.  The sixty-dollars was
more than he made in a week unless guests were good tippers.

   Fernandez arrived at 4:15 at the rear patio doors less likely to be seen
visiting a guest's room, something he could be dismissed for.  I had a
shower and was wearing a white terry robe supplied complements of the
resort.  There would be no small talk, we didn't speak the same language,
nor did I offer him a cerveza.  He was there for sex, nothing more, nothing
less.

   I asked him his age, fifteen.  He looked thirteen and probably was. 
Mexico was well known for inexpensive child labor even at five-star
resorts. I confirmed it as I sat on the bed taking his clothes off, goose
down is my saying for newly sprouting pubic hair.  I was happy to see that
he was already erect, five uncut inches that I inspected for cleanliness,
Fernandez hygiene was quite acceptable, the musty scent of sweat only
invigorating and erotic.

   His taste was slightly metallic.  The foreskin loose and fluid, a good
inch pulled forward covered my tongue as the tip of it excavated his pee
slit.  He seemed nervous yet overly eager to please when we moved into a
sixty-nine.  I had to doubt whether he'd ever been with a guy before, and
he came much too quickly to be a whore boy ...  and damn, did he cum! 
Those little balls packed a whopper full of sweet creamy Jizz.  I was close
and jerked off in his mouth.  I invited Fernandez to sit at the table and
have a cerveza with me.  He was conscious of his nudity and attempted to
pull on his shorts.  I would have none of that and pulled them away from
him pointing at the chair.  Hell, I wasn't done with him yet, only resting
and recharging for round two.  Obediently, he sat down.

   Somehow we did communicate.  His English wasn't great and my Spanish was
even worse.  I did learn that he came from a town near the Costa Rica
border.  His uncle was a chef at the resort who got him the job not three
weeks earlier.  He looked after his mother and five younger siblings going
home for a few days a month.  Fernandez stayed in the staff housing, an
over-crowded Atco trailer far removed from the tourist eyes.  He got one
free meal a day from the kitchen, usually yesterdays leftovers eaten in a
courtyard rain or shine; again, no tourist would see anything beyond the
beautiful vine stone-wall into the squalor of the five-star resort staff
housing.  When I gave him another forty-bucks it was like he'd won the
lottery and never complained as I make him hold his knees to his chest and
slowly, gently worked my cock into him.  I wouldn't quite say that he
enjoyed it, however he didn't scream or try and slither out from under me.
He took it like a man ...  a young man who had financial obligations back
home willing to do anything to put food on their table.  A hell of a
responsibility for a thirteen year-old boy who should have been in school.

   Bottoming out, I wasn't gentle any longer.  If the teenager was going to
supplement his income selling himself to men, which I didn't doubt I would
not be the last, then he had best learn that most men liked it, rough, he
wasn't a dainty young girl being made love to, as men tended to
differentiate the sexes.

   Fernandez was a great ride.  I wasn't getting off any time soon having
blown a load less than an hour ago; he was in it for the long run whether
he knew it or not, a Viagra incentive would assure that, giving him one as
well the moment he stepped into the room.

   After I'd finished with him I sucked him off again just for the hell of
it.  His cock was a perfect man-pleaser, not too large, made for anal
penetration.  He was a little surprised when I lubed him and got on my
knees in the `pray to allah' position.  It had been some time and it hurt,
but that's what guy sex was all about, a combination of pain and pleasure.
Fernandez wasn't gentle, probably getting back at me for the torture I put
him through.  Bring it on kid, hurt me!  I took his left hand off my hips,
brought it around and under.  I had to use my own hand over his before he
realized I wanted him to squeeze my nuts.  He got it; I yelped ...  and
yelped many times in bliss thereafter.  Not many guys like that kind of
kink, but I loved it every once in a while with the right guy.  Fuck ...  I
was on vacation and treating myself for a change!

   We weren't even rested from the exhilaration when Carlo let himself in
the patio door.  I couldn't be angry that he didn't knock.  He would have
avoided beach patrol cops and took no chances dallying at the back door of
a suite.  In tow were two boys, Andre and Felipe, true to his word, 8 and
nine.  Wearing only tattered, moth eaten hand-me-down shorts that were much
too large and secured with rope, the dirty faced boys were absolutely
gorgeous!  I had to look twice, so Caucasian that they appeared like a kid
in my neighbourhood.  No doubt, they were brothers, both brunettes with
brown eyes, dark skinned from the sun that I would bet my balls a
ghost-like pale tan line covered by their shorts.

   I didn't care where Carlo procured them, it was none of my business and
I wasn't about to ask.  The fact that they spoke no English assured me they
hadn't been abducted from the United States or anywhere else, simply
offspring of a whore entertaining Caucasian men, probably half-white
herself.  "Carlo giggled seeing Fernandez and I naked in bed.  Fernandez
took his queue, dressed and left ...  another twenty slipped to him just
because.  I had fun with him and I liked him.  He would be coming back
again in the very near future.

   Cartoons seemed to work well breaking the ice as it had with Marco. 
Andre and Filipe were no less captivated by the television.  I gave Carlo
thirty dollars, the other half due the next day if I was satisfied with the
goods.  Before he left, Carlo took both boys and cleaned them up in the
open view shower giving me a preview ...  the fucking boy-pimp knew how to
market his wares!  Their dicks stimulated to erection each getting a hand
job with Carlo kneeling behind smiling at me between their heads.  Neither
boys weren't any longer or thicker than my baby finger; testicles still
receded close to their groins.

   What could a man find so attractive about premature boys ...  I didn't
have the answer, but my cock was rock-hard knowing that I was going to have
sex with them that night, leave the question with a shrink to figure out
why, I didn't give a fuck, they were hot and appealed to my fetish never
having one that young and dying to try it just because I fucking well
could!

   Carlo left, the boys lying, on the bed naked on their tummies watching
cartoons, their plump asses as white as I suspected, anticipating burying
my face between those cheeks and tongue fucking them.

   First he ordered room service, honey-garlic chicken wings, fries,
chocolate cake and milk.  The waiter was an older, staunch man who looked
at the boys covered by with a sheet barely coving their bums, scanning my
underwear clad body giving me a disgusted knowing look rudely holding out
his hand for a tip and getting nothing but a handshake and a pleasant
goodbye.

   The boys devoured the wings and fries, I was lucky to get two thighs and
a few chips.  Their eyes lit up seeing the chocolate cake.  I had to wonder
when they last had a fun meal.  They appeared healthy enough, as did
Carlo's siblings, but had they ever enjoyed a McD's that the kids at home
took for granted?  Once again I wiped it from my thoughts; the brothers
were in my suite for the purpose of my pleasure, nothing more, nothing
less.

   Lying side by side, I sucked their cocks to erection ...  and their
balls, all fit in my mouth without effort.  Succulent, boy h'orderves.  I
wasn't the least bit disappointed in opting for younger cock when I had a
choice of any age.  It was erotically different, a new experience.  Maybe I
would never go there again, but at least I had it.

   I licked their holes and fingered them wondering if my cock would fit or
if I would do serious damage.  So tight, they yelped at a baby finger
inserted, graduating to an index finger, then two.  I kept reminding myself
that it wasn't their pleasure I was interested in, boys were nonsexual at
that tender age.  A boner didn't mean excitement, only a physical response
to stimulation that even babies experienced.

   I relaxed on my back and let them service my cock and balls.  They
caught on rather quickly, teeth an occasional problem, but that was
overlooked only adding to my pain fetish.  More than once a testicle was
accidentally bitten and caused me to flinch.  It was amazing how boys
instinctively knew the tenderness of that area.  I was certain they had
never been with a man, and I was certain that Carlo had given them an
impromptu lesson on oral sex.

   However, he certainly had not prepared Andre and Felipe for a fucking.
Nine year old Felipe was chosen first, his rectum seemed more pliable than
Andre's, who would be spared at his older brother's expense.  I had lubed
him and me well, more difficult than Marco to enter, I eventually gained
precious inches, his head against the headboard and ass propped on three
pillows and my hands tightly holding his hips.  I didn't understand a word
of what he was saying, but I guessed it wasn't anything flattering.  I
drove further until my balls rested on his bottom and waited.

   Andre watched fearful for Felipe and obviously dreading that he was
next. The next two blowjobs that followed that night and next morning were
performed with sudden eagerness, fearful that I was going to fuck one or
the other.  I didn't go there again that day.  I had done what I wanted to
do and decided to stick with boys old enough to barely cum.

   Of course, Carlo somehow had the ways and means of procuring such boys,
and never disappointed in his selection the rest of my vacation time.  I
had Fernandez twice more t, I liked the boy.  One night we shared two
twelve year-olds!

   I go back to the same resort twice a year, find the huckster selling his
jewellery (or whatever a guy is brave enough to ask for, male or female of
any desired age) on the beach and place my orders daily.  It's a great
stress relief that no medication could ever have the same soothing effect!

   The End

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