Tijuana Orphanage

   By Rob Loveboy

   (Copyright reserved)

   Edits by James Fitzhugh

   M, b, t, g,

   Chapter One

   Good things cum to those that wait!



   Mike had known Jerry for many years.  They were strictly internet pals.
Mike decided that since he would be in Los Angeles on business, he would
extend his trip and go down to San Diego and meet the man in person.  Both
men had something in common --boys.  They would be spending the weekend in
Tijuana where Jerry promised Mike the weekend of his life.

   It took three hours to cross the border, Mike wondered why all the
traffic on that Friday afternoon.  Jerry told him that shopping and
underage drinking were the two main attractions while drugs and prostitutes
were a close second.  "You can get anything you want in Tijuana for a very
low price."

   "Including boys, so you say." Mike said,

   "You said it, pal.  The best commodity the city has to offer and dirt
cheap too!" he laughed.

   Jerry and a few of his friends met in Tijuana every three months for an
extended weekend retreat in what they called a PMF, "Pedophilo Mexican
Fiesta!" Mike had been looking forward to the mini get-away for a very long
time, --like all his life!  Except for the crackhead kids back home, he
never had sex with anyone younger than fifteen.  He was well aware that
Jerry and his cohorts used both boys and girls depending on their
preference or, choix du jour.  The closer they neared Tijuana in Jerry's
SUV, the harder Mike's cock got.

   Jerry advised, "We'll go pick out a few kids first, then check into the
motel rather than backtrack...  if thats okay with you?"

   A few kids?  Jerry made it sound like they were idly stopping for a few
groceries, or a few beer...  maybe even a few bottles of tequila!  NOT
little kids that they planned on molesting!  Mike became nervous as the
reality became clearer, almost surreal.

   They turned off a main highway onto a rutted road that Jerry said was
impassable whenever it rained.  "Mother nature is on our side this
weekend." jerry chuckled.  "Many times I've come all the way down here only
to have to drive a few hours longer to another orphanage in the jungle." he
sighed, "Real rugged looking indian kids there...  but these kids are
mostly half white...  unwanted byproducts of the tourist trade." he
laughed. "Most of the girls over twelve years-old are pregnant here at
Santo Dominik Orphanage.  --Hell, I may even be a daddy to a few boys and
girls that I've rented over the years...  talk about incest!" That time he
roared in laughter at what Mike knew was no joke.  It was quite sad, in
fact.

   The structure was stone and mortar, a large building judging by the
front facade.Toys littered what must have once been a manicured front lawn.
The sign post chain had been broken and the slanted, weathered sign read
"Santo Dominik Orfanato."

   A very large Mexican woman opened the door, saw Jerry and beamed a smile
of rotten teeth.  She grabbed him in a big hug, They exchanged words in
Spanish and were ushered into a parlour where they sat.

   "Switching to English, she asked, "What will it be this time, amigo...
boy...  girl, my new goat maybe?"she laughed.

   "Ahhh, Senora Cortez, you are always the funny one.  You know I fucked
your last goat to death.  It just couldn't handle the excitement!" he
humorously replied.

   "I can see why, Senor.  Sometimes you bring back my kids on the verge of
death all torn and bleeding.  Your cock is much too big for your own good!"

   They both then laughed.  Mike had only ever seen one picture of Jerry
but he knew what the woman was inferring.  He had his big cock against the
lips of a boy maybe nine or ten years old.  Mike wondered if the boy could
even get the head of the mammoth organ in his mouth.

   Jerry got down to business.  "For me, a virgin girl, nine or ten, and a
boy eleven or 12 who can squirt.  --And no repeats, fresh meat!" Jerry
turned to Mike, as did the woman awaiting his order.

   "Two boys, one ten, the other twelve or 13, I suppose...  as long as the
eldest can cum."

   "You men sure like your boy juice." she teased.

   Jerry said, "Nectar of the gods, Senora...  the fountain of youth.  Just
look at me, --102 years old and look maybe 40ish."

   Her laughter faded away down a long corridor leaving the men alone for a
short time.  She returned with four girls and 10 boys all appearing
somewhat scared.  Mike wanted all the boys.  Hell, he'd willingly break his
bank account to spend a weekend in a harem.  Jerry was right, they all had
caucasian blood-lines, two were oddly platinum-blond.

   Jerry said, "Have them take their clothes off, Senora.  You know I like
to inspect the merchandize first."

   Mike was rock hard as the kids stripped.  The white haired boys were
definitely frauds, their dusting of pubic hair was black.  Their hair had
been dyed by the woman who scolded the boys and girls as they protected
their modesty.  Jerry studied them like livestock at a farmer's market.  He
told them to turn around and bend over.  "Most of these boys are hardly
virgins, Senora!" Jerry exclaimed.

   "You did not ask for male virgins.  Only a girl, Senor.  They are
getting rather rare and I charge double the rental for them now."

   Mike couldn't help ask, "You mean you rent out more boys than girls,
Senora?"

   "Si, Senor.  Boys are very popular lately.  European tourists, mostly. I
have ten men being entertained in the guest house at this minute.  All
wanting virgin boys, not girls."

   Mike had noticed a much smaller structure some fifty-yards beyond the
large home that perhaps had once been staff housing.  He was shocked, blown
away.  Now only did the place have take out, but a man could also eat in!

   The lady continued, "I'll make you a deal.  You can have extra girl, one
each if you rent four barely used boys."

   Jerry opened his wallet, peeled out $530, selected his two girls and
left the boys to Mike's option.  The senora saw him struggling with the
decision and tossed another boy into the package-deal for $30 laughing her
head off.  She was pointing at his grey flannel sweatpants that rose with a
huge wet spot embarrassingly darkening the material.  "Hurry and get this
man to the motel before I lose an eye, Jerrald!" She said, continuing to
laugh uproariously.

   Two girls.  9 and 10, and five boys, 10 to thirteen hesitantly followed
the two men like goslings out the door to the SUV.  The men waved at Senora
Cortez and drove off with their weekend gaggle of illicit whores.  Mike
literally came simply by his arm brushing his crotch as he fastened his
seatbelt.  He wished that he had worn underwear that day.

   Their accommodations for the weekend were hardly even half-star.  The
only redeeming feature of the one story, twenty room dilapidated structure,
was a swimming pool and surprisingly well groomed terrace that all the
rooms overlooked in a horseshoe shape.  Worse still, the place lost Mike's
reservation and he was forced to room with Jerry, However, as Jerry
explained, no four or five star resort would allow seven whore-kids through
the lobby door let alone be taken to a room!  They had reputations to
uphold.

   Senora Cortez's obese brother, Philippe, owned the flea-bag motel where
most of his sister's clients committed their sins.  Checking in, Jerry
handed over a small boy for senor Cortez's temporary use, who greatly
appreciated the tip.

   Around the back, surrounded and secluded by a ten-foot ivy covered
fence, many men lazed around the pool and waved at Jerry.  Most were naked,
as were over a dozen boys aged 6 to fifteen and one girl, perhaps twelve.
Jerry stopped enroute to their room and introduced Mike.  The kids all
waved to each other as Mike realized, of course, that they all came from
the same orphanage.  He was, however, impressed with the men he saw.  Ages
ranged between 35 and seventy, and all handsome and sported decently toned
bodies.  He had formed a preconceived image of the pedo-club members all to
be like Philippe for some strange reason, although Jerry was also a very
nice looking man so he didn't know why he came to that conclusion.

   Their room was everything Mile expected.  Peeling paint, a missing
bathroom door.  Two concaved beds sagged in the middle covered by a blanket
stained with what he prefered not to dwell on.  Surprisingly, a new model
television with built in DVD player sat on the credenza, he looked at a
stack of DVD's only to see they were all kiddie porn.

   Jerry was undressing and saw him looking through the pile and said, "Ya
can buy them from Philippe and he will mail them home to you in discrete
plastic cases of other movie titles."

   Mike studied one and said horrified, "This kid is still in diapers, for
fuck sake!"

   "Welcome to Tijuana, Mikey...  I told you that a guy can get anything he
wants here if he knows where to look." he reminded his friend.  To the
kids, he ordered "Desvestirse!" Mike didn't have to ask the meaning, --the
kids were disrobing.

   Shorts and shirts were all they had on; not even shoes on their dirty
feet.  The reason Mike didn't really want to share a room with Jerry was
exactly that of having to watch him grab the youngest girl, lay her prone
and feel her up.  Then he greased his huge cock and drove it into her. 
Mike was standing in front of the oldest boy sitting on the bed, his cock
to Carlo's lips when he heard Jerry cuss and say, "This one ain't no
virgin...  Senora `Douche-Bag' Cortez!" How Jerry knew that was a mystery,
surely his big cock packed the little girl's vagina.Mike could barely see
the little girl under Jerry's large frame other than a small arm and leg
protruding.

   Carlo was giving great head by then and took Mike's mind off the goings
on in the next bed.  The other kids stood around watching the adults in
their lustful states knowing their own time would come soon enough.  Mike
looked at the little naked nine year-old senorita with the butterfly
looking hairless pussy watching his blowjob and thought he might try a girl
just for the hell of it, although the naked boys were much more appealing
to him as he pulled Carlo's head into his crotch and came deep in the boy's
mouth.  Carlo who took it like a champion never missing a hand stroke or
suction technique to the last drop as Mike's knees began to wobble and he
feared falling down.

   * * *

   After both men had cleaned themselves up, the entourage was taken out to
the pool to frolic with the other kids having fun in the pool.  Mike met
the men by name, but having a poor memory for names, soon forgoten.  They
were doctors, lawyers, CEO's of major corporations and one even a movie
star that Mike was gaga at meeting.

   The liquor flowed freely served by a beautiful, near naked Mayan boy of
fifteen wearing a thong.  This boy belonged to the race of Mexico's most
attractive peoples from the eastern side of the country.  The features of
the Mayan people were so defined and beautiful, male and female alike.  As
Jerry reminded Mike once again, anything can be had for a price, Marco was
another commodity that could be rented exclusively through the
establishments proprietor, Philippe Cortez, and added to the room tab.  The
movie star, however, owned the rights to the boy that weekend.

   Then Mike was introduced to the two room attendants, Alonso and Sergio,
both 14, who wore white loincloths as they cleaned the rooms.  They were
known to cheat on Philippe and provide bartered blowjobs to discrete
regular guests who prefered not to go through the fat pimp.

   Dante, on the other hand, at 16 was an absolute Adonis who prefered to
garden and tend to the swimming pool in the nude.  His cock hung a good
six-inches, fat as a fiata, a pink glan turtled in and out of the foreskin;
huge golf-ball testicles swayed along with the rest of his genials when he
walked.  Mike started to appreciate the exorbitant room prices he first
questioned, the eye-candy alone was worth the price of admission.  The
Paradise Motel might be a dump by all standards, but on the contrary, well
named.

   The entertainment was ongoing that afternoon.  One of the clientele,
Pierre, owner of a very well known auto-parts chain, had rented a 10
year-old girl for no other reason than to make the necessary arrangements
with Philippe to have Dante fuck the girl on the diving board for all
patrons to witness.  A challenge the teen lived up to with gusto, the
bouncing board near tossing the couple into the water.  He came all over
her face for added value and applause erupted from the appreciative crowd.
He stood, cock leaking profusely, and bowed.  Shortly thereafter, he passed
a ball cap collecting tips that overflowed with well deserved five and
ten-dollar bills.

   Philippe, a former chef, along with two seventeen year-old sous-chefs
made a splendid BBQ roast pig with an assortment of salads laid out and
afterwards, cleaned up by the boys under his employ.  There was nothing
formal about it, the twenty or so men ate off paper-plates and plastic
utensils and gladly paid $40 each and $20 for their kid's meals, all reaped
by Philippe who obviously did nothing without a grand fee attached.

   The main stage consisted of a 10x10 plywood riser.  Chinese lanterns lit
the deck area as well as the stage.  The evening entertainment show
sickened Mike.  Five naked boys around eleven and twelve first danced quite
nicely in a Mexican hat dance.  They were native-indians, dark skinned with
sharp, gruff, features as they are known.

   Two boys left the stage.  The three remaining entertainers crawled
around on all fours barking, sniffing and licking each other's ass and
genitals to an upbeat tune with a chorus of "oooh chihuahua" blaring from a
sound system.  The two off-stage boys led three german shepherds on
stage... and thats when scenes became disgusting.

   The boys smeared their genitals in something the dogs liked and happily
licked as the boys crawled under the dogs and began to suck them off.  The
only amusing part of the disgusting show was the hilarious expression of
bliss on all three dogs.

   If that wasn't enough, a boy then walked a pony onto the stage, crawled
under sitting on a stool and masterbated it, then sucked the large-red
projectile erection while jerking the animal off.  The pony ejaculated, the
boy choked a moment and then proceeded to capture the semen in his mouth
with most of it saturating his face and neck.The crowd cheered.  Whether
the dogs came or not was upstaged by the pony getting a blowjob.

   Mike looked at Jerry in complete unbelief and disgust, Jerry shrugged,
smiled, and said, "Only in Mexico, my friend...  only in Mexico."

   The five boys past hats collecting tips.  Again, the men were generous.
The lawyer gave the pony-boy an undisclosed sum and sat back to receive a
blowjob from him, a display that Mike thought much more pleasing to watch.

   * * *

   Back in their room, Jerry and Mike were priming themselves watching the
two girls getting fucked by the older boys as the the younger ones sucked
them off.  Mike found it incredibly wild watching the kids fuck the girls.
He was almost as turned on as he had been when he watched the highly erotic
scene of Dante screwing the young girl on the bouncing diving board.

   Jerry rolled his 10 year-old cock sucker onto his back, had the other
boy lube his manhood and direct it to the target, then hold the kid's legs
high all the while probably thanking the gods it wasn't him.  Mike had a
clear view of the large cock spreading the pink rectal flesh wide until the
cock sunk deeper, the pink rim along with it, instead the expanded skin
swelled with a redness as the boy screamed...  another turn on for Mike
that he really didn't understand and tried to deny while his balls boiled
closer and closer to orgasm with every yelp from the sobbing kid.  He
blasted Andre's mouth...  or maybe his name was Lucas...  with a load so
heavily fueled by the lurid sex happening around him.  The two boys were
still pounding away, sweat dripping off their faces.  He wondered if they
used the girls often at the orphanage then remembered Senora Cortez saying
she forbade random sexual activity.  He had a disgusting thought of the old
cow taking the boys to her bed at night.  He shuddered at the thought.

   Jerry said something in Spanish to the boy assisting him who leaned
forward and opened his mouth, Jerry pulled out in the process of
ejaculation, a rope of cum shot just before the kid took him, finished off
by his audible slurping, milking mouth.

   When Jerry motioned him over to the other bed along with him, Mike knelt
between the girl's legs and sucked the cum out of her.  Mike waited in
anticipation for the other boy to blow his load.  Finally, the kid reared
his head, groaned and emptied his balls deep inside of her.  Mike sucked
the cock upon exit, ignoring the small amount of blood, then feasted on the
warm fluid inside the folds.  He had never even seen a pussy that close,
let alone a nine year-old's whose redness looked every bit as sore as the
boy Jerry had just finished fucking.

   Jerry told his friend to move up and placed Mike's hard, warm member at
the nine year-old's vaginal lips and watched it sink ever so slowly into
the crying girl.  The boy that fucked her was not near the length and girth
of her first man.  "Mike said to her, "You'll learn to love it, sweet
heart." shocked at his own callousness.

   The sounds of yelps, howls, and curdling screams echoed through the
motel most of the night as men had their way with children they bought and
paid a pittance for the privilege of sexually using and abusing.  Both men
fucked out, Jerry with two girls and a boy snuggled into him, Mike with
three boys, all settled down to a good night's sleep.  The fifth boy,
Gabriel, was never returned by Philippe that day or night.

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