Mexican Heat

One shouldn’t generalise, but when all the past sexual experiences you have had with Latinos were great, then it’s hard not to do so. In particular, I always found the Mexicans to be the cream of the crop. It was hardly surprising, therefore, that I decided on a holiday in that part of the world. A friend of mine also gave me the name of a sauna in the major city I would be visiting, which he had described as fan-fucking-tastic.

As you can imagine, no sooner had I booked into the hotel, I headed off to the nirvana that awaited me. Upon my arrival, there was a guy at the reception desk ahead of me, who almost blew my mind. In recent times, the old siesta tradition had seen its arse and workers only got an hour for lunch. I surmised that this stud was on his lunch break. Having arrived at just after one o’clock, I watched him paying his entrance fee, attired in a road worker’s orange overall with bright lime green luminous strips.

Once done, he hovered about, ogling me as I took my turn at the reception desk. I presumed that my blond hair and fair complexion might have served as a magnet to him. He was dark-skinned, stocky, and overbearingly masculine; pure honey to a butch-loving bee, like me. He looked slightly grimy, no doubt as a result of an arduous morning shift.

Jesus, I thought, is luck like this possible?

When we moved through to the locker-room my excitement just kept escalating. After removing his boots and overall my eyes literally spun in my head, as I observed his wet bushy armpits as his t-shirt was pulled over his head.

While undressing, he displayed that fantastic butch aura that Latino men seem to ooze. He wasn’t very hairy but his garden path and pubic bush, once his boxers were removed, almost made me gasp with lust. His nuts and fat uncut chorizo practically made me pant with horniness. After we had wrapped our towels around our waists, he followed me into the large lounge and bar area. Having booked a private room I asked the barman where that was located. After receiving instructions I moved off in that direction, with the stud casually following me.

Upon unlocking the door I entered and found a very nice sized bed with white linen. After a quick glance, I turned to find him standing in the doorway. Without being invited, he simply stepped into the room and bolted the door shut. As he moved toward me I clearly saw the name, ‘Alejandro,’ tattooed above his left nipple. He then deftly spun my body around and embraced me from behind. As his rough hands caressed my torso the hot smell of his body enveloped us. There is nothing is better than the strong natural aroma of a man. Next, his warm mouth latched onto my neck and the smell of garlic and tobacco joined the bouquet of enchantment.

I then tilted my head right, to allow him full access to the left side of my neck as his lips and tongue continued their moist exploration. Sighing with pleasure, I reflected upon the fact that my holiday had just got off to a fantastic start. The low groans that emanated from him were so sensual that my entire body began to tingle. When his mouth progressed past the nape and then onto the right side of my neck, I was practically convulsing. Alejandro’s coarse hands kept running across my body, like two huge spiders searching for prey. Next, one spider darted downward and unfurled my towel.

As he cupped my genitals, his hand kneaded my crotch, while his teeth commenced biting my shoulder. After that, his mouth moved upward a started nibbling on my ear. His horny rumbles were incessant and his febrile tongue, incandescent. I felt like a bitch in heat that couldn’t wait to have my hole penetrated. When my torso was finally pushed down and he placed his cock at my portal, I was literally panting with lust. The slight discomfort as he commenced spearing his dick into me was inconsequential, and I assisted his entry by pushing back as hard as I could. Alejandro began to grunt as he pistoned his Mexican sausage into me.

This papi was no sprinter and for the following thirty minutes, he pummelled my arse unremittingly. The sensation of his thrusting dick and the masterful clamp of his hands, made me groan with satisfaction. My torso kept being lifted and lowered, as he varied his pace. When my body was upright he tugged on my knob until he sensed I was getting close, before lowering my body and escalating his thrusting again. Every time my torso was pulled upward Alejandro’s body became sweatier and smellier, to my total delight. When I sensed that he was getting close he surprised me, by pulling his cock out of my arse and spinning my body around to face him.

I then dumbfounded him, by swiftly lifting his right arm and smearing my face in his damp armpit. His groans left me in no doubt that he loved this attention and when I removed my face from his first clammy cove, the other armpit was awaiting me. After I was done, Alejandro grabbed hold of my head and commenced licking my face. Next, he pulled my mouth open before spitting into it. In a flash his hands pressed down hard on my shoulders, coaxing me into a kneeling position. After gripping hold of my head, he pushed his cock into my mouth and started skull-fucking me. The smell of his crotch was awesome as he battered my mouth, mercilessly.

Not long after, he began to gasp and I sampled the cream of Latino balls as his hot spunk coated my mouth. When Alejandro let go of my head, I gripped hold of his dick and licked the entire residue that my greedy mouth could find, off his knob and nut sack. Next, I pulled his thick foreskin back in search of more nourishment. Firstly, I inhaled the magnificent odour of his dick-head before my mouth set to work. When I was done I glanced up at his smiling face. With an apologetic frown, Alejandro began to tap his watch with right index finger, in a gesture to indicate that he needed to get going.

Before he left, he asked me in broken English if he would see me the following day. I nodded a yes, before he gave me the thumbs up and departed. After he exited, I relaxed in the room for a short while before moving off to my following adventure.

The steam room was my next port of call and it was larger most of the ones I had been in before. The seating was u-shaped with built in seating on three sides. In the middle of the rectangular room, there was a broad raised flat platform emanating from the wall to the right. The seating almost gave one the feeling of a mini arena, to watch the action taking place in the middle. As luck would have it a foursome currently inhabited this space.

A small Mexican guy was on his back being fucked by a man who had the small guy’s legs over his shoulders. At the small guy’s head, two men were vying for his mouth. The scene was very hot and I decided to take a seat on the opposite side of the room, to get a proper bird’s eye view.

Shortly after, the steam room door opened and a tall black guy entered before standing next to the dais, observing the action. He was very dark and had an extremely long uncut cock. Soon, the guy doing the fucking removed his dick from the small Mexican’s arse and scuttled up his body to unload all over the small guy’s head. The black man didn’t miss a beat and summarily positioned himself at the small man’s arse, before inserting his knob into him. The black guy’s pace was much more relaxed as he leisurely pummelled the small guy’s backside. Intrigued, I sat and watched.

After a short while, a huge bearish man entered to room, looking like brick shithouse covered in hair. What struck me as odd was the thick leather collar that he wore around his neck. The bear stood watching the action for a brief period, constantly alternating his glances between me and the foursome.

Next, the hairy man mountain began to move in my direction. After sitting beside me, he commenced nattering in Spanish. I immediately apologised, explaining that I didn’t speak the lingo.

“Americano?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“No problem, I speak English,” he answered.

“Business or holiday?” he asked.

“Holiday,” I answered.

After nodding his head in acknowledgement, he asked, “So, do you want to fuck with me?”

I was totally floored by his candour but reckoned that when you hit the nail on the head, things are what they are.

“Yes,” I replied.

“So, you want to fuck here, or go somewhere else?” he asked, matter-of-factly.

“I’ve hired a room,” I answered.

“Good,” he replied, before adding, “My name’s Mario.”

“I’m Shawn,” I retorted.

Mario then stood up and gave me a ‘what the fuck are we waiting for’ look, before heading for the door. I simply followed.

When we arrived in the room Mario seemed very impressed. The three-quarter sized bed that had seemed adequate earlier now looked a little small, given his size. Unlike my earlier lover, Mario smelt very clean and exuded a fresh pine like body odour. After our towels were removed he embraced and began kissing me. Mario’s oral action was also far less forceful than Alejandro’s. For such a large guy he seemed incredibly gentle and loving, initially.

When it became clear that he wanted to get on top of me, I have to admit that I became somewhat nervous. As he cajoled me onto my stomach on the bed, I really began to worry that I would be able to cope with his bulk. My occasional glances at his extremely fat knob also had me a little worried. After he nestled his massive body onto me, however, I found myself totally delighted by his weight. After pushing his fat knob into me, the hairy cocoon enveloping my body just became more and more pleasing. Strangely, as his mass rumbled above me and my breathing became restricted, my horniness seemed to soar. Being smother-fucked would definitely become a new priority in my sexual predilections.

Mario’s hairy face moved from one side of my head to the other, as he saturated my features with saliva. My wheezing, as I fought for air, seemed to please him enormously and when his hand finally began constricting my throat, I shot the biggest load of my life. Picking up on this, Mario lifted onto outstretched arms and pummelled my arse harder than I had ever been fucked before. How the bed held out, only goodness knows. All his former gentleness had now evaporated and gripping me by the hair, my head got pounded up and down as he hurled abuse at me while unloading. I just loved it!

Afterward, his huge body once more collapsed on top of me and it appeared that he had no plan to get off.

“Did you like that, puta?” Mario growled.

“Yes, papi,” I answered.

“Do you want some more punishment, puta?” he snarled.

“Yes, papi,” I repeated.

Mario now pushed his three hairy middle fingers of his left hand into my mouth, and with his right hand tightly gripped hold of my hair. With my head firmly secured he commenced spearing his digits into my mouth, roughly. As I began spluttering Mario lowered his mouth to my ear and started biting it very hard. His knob had again begun to stiffen again and I could feel him manoeuvring his hips to locate my hole. Once found, Mario stabbed his dick into me with force. I yelped with pleasure as his cock again began hammering my backside, more turned-on than I had ever been.

After removing his fingers from my mouth his left hand once more enveloped my throat. Mario’s asphyxiation technique wasn’t overly hectic and I really began to enjoy it. He had also found a steady rhythm as he thrust into me, often holding still when he got too close and it was clear, that Mario wanted this session to last. At one point, when he again held still in my arse I decided to tease him by wriggling my backside.

“Stop doing that!” he barked.

Disobediently, I again wiggled my arse. Letting go of my hair, his right hand moved over and gave my face a hard slap. I was having too much fun and decided to jiggle my hips once more. After another slap on my face, he quickly jumped off me and with a menacing look on his face began to remove the leather collar from his neck.

“Now I’ll teach you, you fucking puta,” he roared, before placing his left hand firmly on my lower back.

Next, the collar rained down as he commenced whipping my arse. I had always enjoyed being spanked, but I have to say, that the leather strap really got my attention. The first strike really stung, but thereafter it just felt great.

After several more strikes, he stopped and asked me whether I had learned my lesson. Defiantly, I wriggled my backside once more. Again, placing his left hand on my back, several more smacks followed. When he was done I turned my head to look up at him. As he glowered at me I gave him the most rebellious look I could muster. Following on that, Mario gave my face a few hefty slaps with his hand. Afterward, I maintained an insolent look on my face.

“Jesus, puta,” he snapped, before once more pushing me down and laying into my arse with the strap.

Next, Mario jumped back on top of me and began fucking me feverishly. As his left hand started squeezing my throat, the excitement overcame me and my cock erupted onto the sheet. Mario wasn’t too far behind and soon my pucker got its second helping of jizz.

As we both got up off the bed he smiled at me, before gently giving my face a few more friendly smacks.

“You’re a great fuck, Americano,” he said.

“And you are the best fuck I have ever had,” I replied.

There was an incredible look of pride on his face.

Regrettably, he only got one day off from work a week and so I wouldn’t see him again. Mario was also involved, so a get-together after hours was also out of the question for him. After he left, I lay on the bed replaying the incredible events of the day. The two men I had met that day were well worth the expense of my holiday.

After a quick beer at the bar, I made my way back to my hotel, happily thinking about my return to the sauna the following day.


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