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   La Casa de Leche (M/infant, M+infants+, prost, extreme)

   Tim checked the numbers on the paper again.  It was the correct address,
but still he wasn't sure.  The man who told him about this place was an
on-line friend and he didn't even know his real name.  He looked at the two
men standing outside the old building nestled between two other rundown
businesses and shook his head.

   The nondescript facade had a double door with only the address in faded
numbers and atop was on old bell hanging precariously within an arched
dome. Definitely at one time this was a church, but is it; could it be what
benlen305 said it was?  Being an American citizen he heard stories about
what happens when you're caught breaking the law in Tijuana.  If this place
is for real, this would definitely be breaking the law.

   He watched a man approached the two men at the doorway before rapidly
entering.  This wasn't a very good neighborhood and he was paranoid about
being robbed or shot so Tim kept looking around.  Another man went in
followed by two others.  When the door opened for the fourth time, someone
came out.  In the span of a minute, two additional men exited and one more
entered.

   Looking around he noticed a cantina across the street and decided to go
for a beer.  It would help him calm his nerves and maybe he could find out
what goes on behind those discolored doors.  Sitting at a table in the
shade of an umbrella outside, he watched as many men entered the building
and several left.  He noticed a group of Americans boys heading down the
street and followed them with his eyes.

   They looked like college kids or even military but were in plain clothes
and quickly disappeared into the old church.  Tim ordered another beer and
began nursing it, steadily building his courage to investigate this place
further.

   "You ever been inside?" came a deep voice from the table behind his. 
Turning, he noticed an older man sitting also drinking a beer.  The portly
man bore a striking resemblance to Jerry Garcia and had his long, kinky
hair pulled back into a pony tail.  Tim slowly shook his head.

   Rising, the old man sat next to him at the table with a big, toothy
grin. "I live in San Diego and come almost every weekend.  It's the best
place ever," he said downing his remaining beer.

   "You've been inside?"

   The old man laughed, raising his hand for another beer.  Plenty of
times. They probably know me by name there," he added with laughter.

   "Is it true, I mean what I've heard about it?" The men paused as the
waitress brought the beer.  Tim looked past `Garcia' to watch a few more
men enter the building.  A couple left shortly after that.

   "Everything you've heard is probably true," he answered leaning closer
to whisper.  "And then some," Tim could smell his stale breath and leaned
back.

   "How can that be?  How can they run a place like that and no one shut
them down?" The man gave a chuckle before gulping down half of the new
beer.

   "This ain't America, my friend.  Things run differently here.  All the
politicians and most of the cops are on the take.  Hell, the guy that owns
the building is the fucking mayor.  Believe me; he gets his share of the
take.  Ain't no body gunna mess with anyone in there, trust me.  I've been
coming here almost a year and not once have I had a problem."

   Tim watched as the old man finished off his beer.  "Here," Garcia said
reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small baggie.  Inside were dozens of
dull, peach-colored pills almost tear-drop shaped.  He laid out two on the
table and pushed them towards Tim.  "You'll need these."

   "What's this?"

   "Mexican Cialis, it's cheaper than the US and works almost as good.  One
pill will keep you hard all weekend, trust me I know," he said raising his
beer.

   Tim stared at the pills.  It looked like the real thing, but what if
it's some kind of other drug.  Garcia took another pill from the bag,
tossed it in his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of beer.  Tim did the
same with one and put the other in his pocket.

   "Let's go," the old man said standing up.

   "Go where?" He smiled and motioned with his head towards the building
across the street.

   "Since it's your first time, I'll pay your cover," he added leading the
way.  Tim followed hesitantly.

   The two guys at the doorway were security to keep out the trouble makers
but allowed the two men in without incident.  Once in, there was a huge
curtain draped from wall to wall with a podium off to the right.  To the
left the curtain was pulled back and a Mexican man emerged brushing past
them to leave.

   Garcia paid the cover, twenty pesos each, and the curtain was pulled
aside allowing them to pass.  The converted church had no pews, no wall
decor, no religious icons, and no markings to indicate what it once was. 
The room did have an ungodly number of men herded in the small room like
cattle being lead to slaughter.

   There was a lot of smoke, noise, people talking, laughing, others
yelling, in the distance Tim could hear the faint sounds of babies crying
but was it from outside?  He noticed the group of American boys from
earlier near the single-wide door towards the back of the room.  It had
been over an hour and they were still waiting in line.

   Garcia talked, or mostly yelled, to Tim while they waited.  His mind was
too preoccupied to fathom what the old man was saying and most of the
conversation couldn't be heard over the noise.  He still couldn't believe
that he was here and doing this.

   Tim's sinuses felt congested and had a sharp pain in the middle of his
head.  His face became hot and flush and briefly he became light headed. 
Another thing he noticed was his nearly erect cock began to swell within
the tight confines of his jeans.  The pill was working.

   When it was their time to go into the back room, Tim opted to allow his
friend to go first.  After a brief discussion, he went in.  Tim's turn was
soon to follow as the door opened and he was ushered in.  The room was
dimly lit, mostly with 25 watt bulbs hanging from bare wires about 15 feet
from the ground.  There were six rows of tables with five tables in each
row.  On each table lay a baby clad simply in a diaper and all had a man
standing near the head of the table.

   Tim stood amazed at what he saw.  A baby's cries could be heard as the
man leading him tugged at his arm.  "El senor, el apuro, hurry," he said
taking him down the first isle.  The table second from the end had a baby
laying face up waiting.  Tim couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but
it really didn't matter.

   It couldn't have been more than six or seven months old and had a head
full of dark hair and big brown eyes.  Tim noticed the flaky crust around
its mouth and felt his cock surge.  This is why he was here.  Glancing
round the room he saw every table with a man standing with a baby nursing
on his cock.  He heard moans and grunts and noticed two tables away the man
walking away zipping his pants as if he'd just used the urinal.

   Some of the men had their pants down around their ankles; others had
them pulled down just a little while others had their cock jutting out from
their flies.  He heard a groan from behind him and turned to see the cock
of the man behind him jerking with most of the head in the baby's mouth
before him.

   "Hurry, senor," the man waiting just on the other side of the table said
again.  Slowly Tim unzipped his pants, fishing out his erection and aiming
it towards the mouth of bright-eyed baby before him.  Immediately it began
sucking without any warning and took only the very tip in.  Tim had been
leaking pre-cum all afternoon and he was sure it was getting a good taste
of it.

   Suddenly the pressure increased and it no longer felt good.  He had a
pain like pins being stuck in the tip and Tim pulled his cock away,
wondering if the baby bit him.  The child began crying, its mouth opened
wide and Tim could see there were no teeth.  It didn't bite him.  Examining
the tip, he noticed it had already begun turning purple and was bright red
on the edge.  How can all these men enjoy this if it hurts so much?

   "You gotta put more in its mouth," the man standing next to him said. 
Tim looked over to see an American man slowly rocking his hips to and fro
as his baby slurped on his fat cock.  "Some can take the entire head, but
most can only go `bout half way."

   Looking down at the wailing infant, Tim leaned forward, pushing nearly
half of the head into its opened mouth.  Right away it stopped crying and
began sucking.  More of the head was pulled into its mouth in a desperate
attempt to feed.

   "Oh, shit!" Tim uttered as the sensation shot straight to his brain.  He
watched as the crown of his cock disappeared past the baby's lips but the
suction didn't let up.  He was close and threw his head back, trying to
hold off.  He wanted to make this last as long as he could.

   The man who had been talking finally came, filling his sucking baby's
mouth with cum.  Stepping away, he zipped his pants and walked away without
another word.  Tim lost it and began shooting cum into the waiting mouth
suckling him.  Before he had finished, another man was stepping in front of
the table just vacated from the other guy.

   Once satiated, Tim zipped his pants and walked away, passing the next
guy to take his place.  He looked for Garcia and saw him in the back row
almost finished with his baby.  He gave Tim a smile and a thumbs up.  Tim
was guided out the doorway and to the right.

   Along the far wall was a roped-off section allowing the people that just
finished a way out without having to go through the crowd.  It lead to the
large curtain at the entrance with two men on either side to ensure no one
tried to get back in line.  A man pulled back the curtain allowing him to
leave and he brushed past.

   On his left was the man collecting money and on his right was the exit
door to outside.  Tim stared long and hard at the collector.  Two men left
after him and he decided to go again.  He didn't have any pesos and dug out
two dollars from his pocket.  They accept American money here.  Paying
again, the curtain was pulled aside and he re-entered.

   The crowd hadn't dissipated much and he knew it would be a while before
he made it to the front again.  That was okay, though, as it would give him
time to recharge.  He had two days to spend here and knew that he'd be back
as often as he could before leaving.  A chance like this didn't come around
much and he needed to take advantage of it while he could.  San Francisco
is far away and he might not make it back for a very long while.  He smiled
to himself.  Besides, while he's here he's got to do what he can to help
feed the hungry.

   ~end part 1

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