Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2004 21:41:10 +0000
From: cristobal CR <mi69chico@hotmail.com>
Subject: Incredible Juan

It is the greatest city in the world, in my opinion -- and I have seen
many. By sundown I was still glowing from my noon session with a handsome
thirteen year-old named Esteban. I was content to buy a sandwich and sit in
the park and just observe the interactions, watching boys and girls meeting
men, and after a bit of small talk disappearing with them. Not thirty feet
into the park I saw a really cute kid sitting with two teenagers. I looked
at them, they looked at me, and at their first beckon I sat down on the
bench with them. The two fifteen year-olds were snuggling close -- an act
not prohibited nor frowned upon here. I was most interested in the boy
named Juan. It wasn't long until I asked them if they were hungry. They
replied that they were, so I produced my foot-long roast beef sandwich, a
real treat in these parts of South America. The fountains with the colorful
lights bubbled in front of us. I handed half to the two older boys to
share, and I shared the other half with Juan, feeding him by hand. It was a
dinner to remember.

As we ate, several other boys came by and tried to join us, always being
shooed away by the boys on the bench with me. Two thirteen year-olds in
front of us were so intoxicating in their slightly effeminate ways that I
engaged them while keeping the better part of my attention on Juan. My
fingers stroked his leg and he liked the feeling. I had earlier had a few
drinks of rum and cola, so when one of the older boys proposed that we go
party in a cheap hotel renting by the hour I was all ears. I asked if Juan
could get in, and they assured me that they could get him in.

I walked the side streets with my harem of five boys, Juan always hanging
on my arm, and sometimes with another boy on my other arm. We drew looks
from the many female and male prostitutes and the many striking high-heeled
drag queens. They probably all saw dollar signs and wished they were in on
the party, but they are perceptive here and quickly realized that they were
not my type. The fifteens, I don't remember their names even though it has
only been a few weeks, suggested we buy a bottle of rum. I agreed, and they
took me to the same hotel where Esteban and I had been at noon that day.
The desk asked them how many condoms we would like, and before I could
answer they slapped six in my hand, charging an outrageous thirty cents
apiece and taking it out of my change.

We were in a the penthouse, as it were. With high, open-beamed ceilings,
three beds, and a big window with a view of the street below I had no
qualms about paying the ten bucks for two hours. Juan was disgusted with
the fat lady in reception who he believed charged us double the going rate,
even for six people. Once the door was closed the clothes started flying
off and the rum began to flow. Kisses and hugs all around. I was offered a
shot of rum from time to time and would drink half of it, straight shots
not being my thing. I kissed several of the other boys, but Juan was
foremost in my mind and always by my side and in my arms. Soon we had
paired up, two on each bed -- each fifteen with a thirteen, and Juan and I
on the bed next to the window. After twenty minutes of making out naked,
one of the thirteens sat on the larger cock of the handsome fifteen
year-old. The other pair did likewise. They had no interest in condoms, and
I had only a passing interest in that hot sight. I had in my arms the most
beautiful boy I could imagine. Juan was lighter skinned than the medium
brown I normally prefer. He had wavy short brown hair, lively brown eyes,
and a quick smile showing gorgeous teeth. His four-foot tall body was lean
without any fat and lightly muscled. We kissed, his little mouth and tongue
tittilating me. Eventually I worked my way down his slender chest and to
his two-and-half incher. I normally prefer those entering puberty, but this
was incredible. I licked his little balls and took them into my mouth. When
my tongue ventured down between his legs they amazingly parted. I licked
all around the cutest little butthole I have ever seen. It was half the
diameter of a penny, pink contrasting to his white skin, and soon welcomed
my tongue. Juan held his legs to his chest whispering to me to put my
finger in. God, he was hot. The thirteens looked over and commented as they
were bouncing up and down on stiff boycock. Perhaps that was what made them
shoot their loads, their assholes contracting and forcing their partners to
spew inside them. At any rate, they were soon up and moving for drinks and
cigarettes. I felt other hands on me. When I felt one on my moneybelt I
slapped it away. It contained only a few thousand pesos, about twenty
dollars, but I didn't appreciate that action. Moreover, it interrupted the
intense fun Juan and I were having.

After another drink and more caresses of Juan's naked body, and the
thirteens offering to sit on my cock, I noticed my moneybelt open. Every
last peso was gone. I moved to block the door and explained the situation
to all. To make a long story short, everyone denied it, I informed them
that they had better just hand it over, it was all for them anyway, and the
people in this country did not behave like that. They were ashamed, and
chattering wildly denying any knowledge and accusing the other boys in the
room. Juan took the brunt of the blame. I suspected that they blamed him
because they knew he was my favorite. In reality, he had little opportunity
to commit the deed because his arms could not have reached my belt in the
positions in which we were making out.

With all the noise there came a knock on door. I put my pants on and opened
it a crack. The fat lady from the desk tried to push her way in. I
repeatedly insisted that it was a theft problem that I could handle. I was
not going to let her in to the room with my naked boys. Finally, when she
would not back off, I shoved her out, slammed the door shut and locked
it. I cursed in Spanish, and then got ahold of myself. I pleaded to the
boys again. They quieted and came up with a fourth of my money from under
the mattress. The rest did not come. Pretty soon there was another knock on
the door claiming to be "policia nacional". I told the boys it was a
bluff. The hotel desk that let us in and sold us condoms would not call the
police, and all of these hotels have locked gates, so if the police came on
their own the boys would be alerted to move to another room.

I told them to dress then gathered them in a close group hug and went over
strategy in case it actually was the police, and if not, the hotel staff. I
was right. It was the fat lady. She brought with her one spike-haired
lesbian, a skinny man, and a big man. They insisted that I step aside and
let them do the searching for the money. One of the thirteens promptly
removed all of his clothes in front of them, intent on proving that he was
not a thief. The others were asked to follow suit. The ladies spread the
boys buttcheeks and ran a finger down their cracks. I assumed they were
looking for hidden bills...a chore I would have relished.

Three hours after we entered the hotel we were out of there. On the street
the boys continued to argue about who was to blame. Three open bars full of
night people across the street watched us with passing interest.
Unexpectedly, the fat lady came running after us with a wad of bills in her
hand. She counted them out to me and they were all there. The boys must
have threatened her as we were leaving. I have no other explanation. At the
very least it was bad for business to get a reputation as inhospitable to
the young boys who bring their men paying the rent. The mystery remains to
this day. I gave the boys some pesos, but only half of what they would have
gotten without the big hassle. My little Juan got extra.

Perhaps it was no coincidence that the following day I ran into Juan on the
street close to my own hotel, six blocks from the hotel we partied in the
night before. He was talking to a young man and a fourteen year-old named
Alejandro. He wanted to go with me, and assured me that he knew a hotel
where we could get in. Alejandro wanted to go with us, but I told him that
I'd had enough wildness the night before. I wanted to be with Juan, and
only Juan. We went on our way. Alejandro followed. Ten blocks later at the
hotel Alejandro told me he would wait outside. I supposed that it was his
right to do so.

The room was small and dirty with a single bed, although it did have a fan,
a private bathroom with hot water, and a good-sized television with many
cable channels including porn. I was happy when Juan selected a music
channel instead of cartoons. He quickly took off all his clothing,
including his oversized black and white checkered boxers. I did likewise
and turned out the light, feeling a bit robbed of the opportunity to
disrobe him slowly. The television provided sufficient light for romance as
we fell into an embrace, his little tongue darting around my mouth. As we
kissed I humped his lower leg as his hard two-and-a-half incher ground into
my stomach. I eventually slid down his body determined to kiss and lick
every square inch. He was not ticklish, which was a huge plus, since many
boys will complain of ticklishness to get out of going any further. I spent
a great deal of time sucking his fine little dick and the most beautiful
balls I have ever seen in the world. He was at least two years away from
sprouting his first pubic hair. I was somewhat surprised when his legs
parted slightly to let my tongue venture into his crack, even though I had
put my tongue into him the night before during the crazed party with five
boys. Juan soon pulled his legs up giving me perfect access to the cutest
little butthole one could imagine. It was half the diameter of a penny. I
spent a lot of time rimming him, and when I put a finger to it he welcomed
it inside. I was amazed. Very few boys, in my experience, like a finger up
their ass...even those who like to be fucked. I felt all around inside him
with my index finger and it felt so good. I asked him if he would like two
fingers and he said no, but pulled me up by the shoulders until our cocks
were rubbing together. I then rubbed the tip of my dick against his hot and
wet little hole. He didn't object. In fact, he pulled his legs further
forward to give me better access. I remained guardedly optimistic. Many
times I have knocked on the back door only to find that the young owner did
not care to open it.

Since Juan liked the finger, I reached over to my pants pocket and pulled
out a tube of lubricant. I applied some to his asshole. I figured that if I
didn't get to fuck him that at least I would have some more finger fun,
which he enjoyed immensely as well. "Metala," Juan said, telling me to put
it in. I'm not all that big, but I put extra lube on my shaft to make sure
it wouldn't cause him any pain. His sphincter tightened, and I almost lost
my hardness thinking that it was a trick. After all, it was too good to be
true. Suddenly he relaxed just enough to let it slip inside of him.
Incredible. I went slowly, and he appreciated me for that as he began to
jack himself off furiously. Shit! I replaced his hand with mine to slow him
down. Looking at the sight of his hot body beneath me and the pleasure he
was getting out of my cock up his ass was out of this world. I began to
pump him faster with full strokes. Feeling myself about to cum, I took a
deep breath. He wanted more! Damn, I didn't want to disappoint, but I could
hold out no longer and I fired my load into him. I went soft within a
minute. The pleasure had been too intense. "Put it back in," he pleaded. I
couldn't, but took him up on the suggestion of using my finger until he
shot his two hot little drops. Delicious! Fucking amazing!

It wasn't long after that when Alejandro knocked on our door. We put our
underwear on, and Juan let him in. Alejandro sat down on the bed. "Would
you like to see how big his dick is?" Juan asked me. Really, I didn't,
being quite content with Juan and his, but I nodded anyway and Juan pulled
his friend's pants down to reveal a cock of just six or seven inches, but
it was very very thick. I gave it a pull just to be sociable then returned
to snuggle with Juan as he watched some melodrama on television. At the
same time, he had a ball of three-colored string and proceeded to weave it
into an elaborate pattern. The red string was tied around his slim white
thigh, the other end attached to his big toe. He looked so sexy sitting
there creating. He was very content to have me touch him all over. When he
had finished the bracelet he asked me to hold out my wrist. I had secretly
been hoping that he was making it for me. It is a gift I will treasure
forever. We hugged and kissed. After an hour of caressing him with some
reciprocation, I said goodbye, promising to return in the morning.

I was alive that night. I had to have a few drinks to get to sleep. I was
up at the crack of dawn showering and preparing to visit my wonderful
Juan. I stopped and picked up breakfast of empanadas, yogurt with cereal,
and juices. I was anxious about entering the locked gate at reception of
the hotel. Perhaps Juan had another man sleeping with him. I wished I had
stayed, but my first-world sense of judgement had told me best not to. The
old lady let me in without problem. I knocked on Juan's door and it opened.
He was in bed with a teen, whom I quickly recognized as Alejandro. Juan and
I hugged and kissed and then made some small talk over breakfast. Juan was
in his very loose-fitting boxers and I probed fingers all over him. He was
soon so hot that we were kissing and naked. Again I sucked him, licked him
all over, and he opened his entrance. I asked Alejandro to leave us for a
while. He more or less ignored my request twice, finally exiting on the
third try so that we were free to make love.

Sundays are revered as the one day off for most people. The three of us
went out to enjoy a walk and maybe do a little clothes shopping. Juan was
in need of everything. We first picked up ice cream cones and licked them
as we walked. Alejandro made jokes of his treat by pretending to suck it
like a cock. Then he put it down at his crotch so that it protruded toward
Juan's butt as he walked in front of us. I whispered to him, "Have you ever
put it in him?" Alejandro nodded affirmatively, but without the delight in
his face that I would have expected. I couldn't imagine the teen's big cock
plowing Juan's little hole. Then again, Juan did seem to love being fucked.

We walked for four hours, stopping every few minutes to look at shirts,
pants, shoes, necklaces, underwear, toys...you name it. Juan was very
particular, thinking that he would be allowed only one gift. In truth, I
would have had no qualms about buying him a new wardrobe...except that I
didn't want to spoil him, nor did I feel comfortable about buying many
things for him and very little for Alejandro. Their gift of choice was a
Nintendo. I suggested that he save his money to buy such a luxury item, but
I eventually agreed. It was a pirated copy machine that came with 1001
games costing only $12 for the complete setup.

Back at Juan's hotel, I did not like having an observer in Alejandro in the
room, but Juan was hot, and I was ready.

"You trust him one hundred percent?" I asked in Spanish. Juan responded
affirmatively, flipping over a pillow under his mid-section and wiggling
his cute little white ass.

"You like that?" Alejandro asked.

The question itself told me that Alejandro definitely had NOT fucked
Juan. I was pleased with that, but it brought possible questions of
jealousy.

"iSi, si, si!" Juan exclaimed with glee in his eyes and a devilish smile. I
entered him and tried hard not to spew immediately. What a heavenly
feeling! A few strokes later I exploded inside him. Damn. I would have to
work on a strategy to last longer with such an exquisite boy.

I spent the next two hours naked on the bed with Juan. He reclined between
my legs as he played Super Mario on his new machine. I caressed him all
over, finally putting a pillow under his head in place of my body as I
moved down and sucked him, licked his nuts, and then his butthole again.
With Juan lying on his side I rubbed my hard cock against his hole and he
said, "Wait until I finish this game." I told him I wasn't going to put it
in -- just play around it. I liked him being less involved. I could take my
time and savor it. Imagining myself fucking him was not at all difficult
since we had done it not long ago. Juan paused his game as he felt me about
to come and played with my balls. I shot all the way up to his neck.
Normally not a long shooter, this surprised me. It is as though my system
is repressed, only truly releasing with a boy who I know is right for me.

Juan accompanied me back to the entrance to my hotel, holding onto my arm
all the way. I was sure by the way passersby grinned at me that they could
see my contentment. The only thing bothering me was that I wanted to sleep
with Juan in my arms all night. My hotel had let fourteen year-olds in
without question. Perhaps they would allow Juan. I chose not to risk it at
that point. My other option was to stay with him in his hotel. It had a
securely locked gate as all cheap hotels in the city did. On the remote
chance that police came, all minors would be told to go to a different room
before the gate was opened. Still, the room had no exterior window, and the
luevered glass leading to the hall allowed anyone to listen to what we said
and did. Thus we parted.

I visited him in the morning for more passion, left by myself to take care
of errands, and returned again in the late afternoon. I brought shirts for
both boys, underwear, socks, games, toothbrushes, and a bunch of other
necessities. After just one day of meeting him without going out we both
felt like we needed to be together more. He might have wondered if I was
some kind of rabbit hopping around to different boys I supported at
different hotels. Though he didn't ask, I assured him he was my only
love. Truly, I had eyes for no other.

My visits in the morning and evening became routine over the next few
days. I also made sure we went out together at least for a walk or for
something to eat. Making love with Juan was always great, but I continued
to have trouble lasting very long once I put it in his butt. Many men brag
about how long they can fuck, but for a boy-lover to finally find the one
that is just perfect for him, I suggest that it is not nearly as easy to
hold out as many Nifty stories claim. I tried everything. I jacked off
before going to visit him. I ate oysters for lunch. I had a beer or two to
relax me. And during our love-making I made myself think of something
unpleasant, such as a terrible poker hand. Even that didn't work at
first. All I could think of were aces, the points of the "A" shooting into
his scrumptious butthole.

Another rare thing about this city is that the sex toy shops are right out
on the street or in malls behind clear glass. Everyone of any age can ogle
the giant dildos, vibrators, little buttplugs, hardcore pictures on the
cases of video cassettes, etc. Since my tube of KY was almost empty with
all the sex Juan and I were having, I wandered up to a table and asked for
some lubricant. "Vaginal or anal?" the young woman asked me. I didn't know
there was a difference, and found it very forward of a Latina to ask such a
question. Stupid me, I don't get to Las Vegas often. The "Anal Eaze" was
terribly overpriced, but I figured since it had a desensitizing ingredient
if it would help me last even five or ten minutes longer inside my boy it
would be well worth it for both of us. And it was cherry flavored, even
though Juan's ass was already perfectly delicious.

I spent an hour that afternoon in my hotel getting ready for our date. I
felt overstimulated, so I poured myself a stiff drink of rum. Eventually, I
added rum to a plastic bottle of Coke to take with me. I didn't need it for
courage or to lift my spirits, but I thought that perhaps a little less
sensation on my part might prolong our fucking. Our lovemaking -- the
hugging, kissing, and groping, would last hours regardless. When I knocked
on the door to Juan's room a pretty thirteen year-old girl opened it. We
were both momentarily speechless before exchanging greetings. Juan and the
girl were both fully clothed. She realized who I was -- she had heard
something about me--and quickly exited, realizing I wanted to be with
Juan. I teased Juan about his "girlfriend", but he assured me that she was
a dog and that he had no interest in her. We fell into an embrace and
disrobed each other. When it came time to fuck I produced the cherry Anal
Eaze and proudly explained to Juan that this cherry lube would help us both
achieve even more satisfaction. Juan again loved the lubed finger up his
ass. I went down to taste it, and couldn't resist tonguing him out. A
minute later my whole goddamned tongue, lips, and face were numb. I kept my
cool as I caressed him and moved into position between his welcoming
legs. My cock was ready as I caressed his entire body and then stroked
myself a couple of times before putting it in. I pressed against his
sphincter. Shit! I was rapidly deflating due to the desensitizing lube. The
harder I tried, the more futile it became.

"You came already?" Juan asked with surprise and great disappointment.

"No, no," I said, "It's that damned cherry cream that is to blame."

Juan rushed off to the bathroom, obviously thinking that I did not love him
anymore. He attested to that with a few sentences in addition to his
actions and facial expressions.

After washing my dick thoroughly, we rested on the bed while Juan played
video games. When I was hard again we attempted to make up for the failed
first go. As I was sucking and rimming, there was a knock on the door. Juan
stood on the bed, opened the frosted luevers to see who it was, then
reached suddenly reached down and opened the door. My tongue was up his
butt at the time, but that didn't matter to Juan since the gorgeous
thirteen year-old was his amigo and confidant. The boy saw us naked and
paused, then asked if he could come in and play the Nintendo. I suppose I
wouldn't have objected given that the boy was so handsome and had no
objection to whatever we were doing naked, but Juan asked him to come back
later. The scene was repeated a few minutes later when a twelve year-old
also stood at the open door and asked to come in. Damn! I had never seen
anything like this. Still, I was more than content with Juan. We resumed
our lovemaking, and when it came to putting it in I went a little faster
than usual. I was coated in good ol' KY and figured that since he still had
some of the desensitizing cream in his hole that he could take it. He
complained a bit, and I let him adjust until he got into it. Again, I
didn't last long. True to his routine he ran to the bathroom to sit on the
toilet and discharge my cum. I apologized for entering so quickly,
explaining that I was merely trying to give him the pleasure he desired.

At first I thought having separate hotels was a wonderful idea, but I soon
saw that it was detrimental to both of us. I so longed to be with Juan all
night. It could have been done, and it likely would have been the solution
to our overly passsionate love-making...if there is such a thing. Being
with him all day would have surpressed my anxiety.

Juan was to meet me in the morning outside me hotel to go to the waterpark.
He had insisted that I come to his place, so I was unsure if he would show
up. He didn't. Juan and Alejandro met me in the park in afternoon and we
went for a long walk, eventually buying Juan new pants. They had asked
about my departure date, and I confessed that I had to leave in the morning
because my time-limit was just about up. I gave Juan the phone number of my
closest friend in the capital city, and they both said they would call me
when they arrived by truck. Sure, I'd love to have Juan living with me, but
there would be a lot of living arrangements to work out.

I had to look very hard to find any fault in Juan. He was thankful for
everything I gave him and never asked for more, but I did not feel
comfortable with Alejandro around us so much of the time. Alejandro did
things like measuring my cock and counting my freckles which made me
suspicious that maybe they had a bigger plan. My biggest problem with Juan
was that he was absolutely too hot, and it was difficult for me to deal
with. Also, he was macho and a bit stubborn when we made plans to go
somewhere.

After buying his pants I insisted that I wanted to take the monorail out to
see more of the city. Juan did not want to go, sure that I would follow his
cute little butt any where he wanted to go. I told them I'd see them later,
at which point they raced after me. We got off at a place that looked very
interesting to me -- a river with a pedestrian bridge that crossed over to
a hill crammed with wooden windowless shanties. We strolled up the hill on
a narrow road bordered by eating stalls and quaint open bars all with a
view of the grand city below. I expected to see "normal" boy's living their
simple lives. I saw a buttload of incredible beauties. We came to a little
shack that had two video games and three fifty-peso (two-cent) video poker
machines. Juan asked for money to play and I handed him a coin. Without
hesitation he whipped two grand out of his pocket and bought coins to
gamble with. He played the game perfectly, but it was immediately obvious
when he continued to hit the "double" button that he had an addiction. I am
always scared to double twenty coins (forty cents), but he often tried to
double eighty coins. He took his losses with hardly a flinch. He was up a
weeks rent at one point. Imagine first-worlders risking a hundred dollars
on the push of a button. He did show some discipline by setting a
"plateau", the level at which he would quit if he fell to it. I wondered if
he had lost all of the money I gave him the day before on machines.

So this doesn't sound like such a great place to you? There were boys eight
and up playing the machines. Many of them were dressed to the nines with
fresh haircuts and hair slicked back with gel. They most likely did special
favors to support their poker machine habit. And there were others hanging
around who didn't gamble, but were just looking for a man. Alejandro and I
had two beers among the ninos. My fave was a ten year-old who was so
"guapo" and very curious about me. At one point everyone in the joint heard
a man watching the television say to the boy, "Go with him. Suck his dick."
He urged the boy for quite some time. None of the ten other boys even
batted an eye at such a conversation. After two hours in that lil' boy
casino we explored the neighborhood, stopping briefly to play another
game. I never spent a coin on a machine, but I gave a few to my future
neighbor boys. There are some concrete block houses around, and one could
be leased for cheap with perfect access.

On the way down the hill Juan led us into some very dark alleys. I asked
why. I didn't believe that he knew the area, and I soon insisted that we
head back to the main street. Juan then claimed that his money had fallen
out of his pocket and was lost. I showed my sympathy, but I suspected it
was a fib. Later, his little grin confirmed this. Good, I thought. Maybe
finding some flaw in him will make it easier for me to leave.

Back at Juan's hotel it was our best night yet. Dinner first and then a
half hour of foreplay. I picked him up and sat him on my lap facing me, my
cock teasing his hole. Juan loved it and reached around trying to help put
my cock inside him. He was anxious to have me enter. I laid him down on his
back and he held his legs open and up to his chest. He relaxed and trusted
me completely. I put it in him, got a little rhythm going, and once again I
came very quickly. This time however, he turned over and wanted the finger
while he jacked off so hotly. I was soon ready again, and he was delighted
that I could give him more of my love rod. The harder I fucked him the more
he loved it. I held his chest and felt all his muscles tighten, including
his asshole around my dick. He came with a great deal of pleasure and loud
moaning, as I ejaculated more of my cum inside him.

I stayed hours, mostly caressing Juan while he played the Nintendo again.
We kissed goodbye, with my assurance that I would be back. Where else can
you get ten days in paradise for $150? And I gave too much. I hope he will
not be spoiled.

I fucking couldn't sleep again, even after two more wanks thinking of
Juan. I went out to have two rum and Cokes at two a.m. Returning to my
hotel in the rain, an angel named Ezekiel asked me for a coin. He was very
dark brown, long and beautiful black hair, in shorts and barefoot. Handsome
face, great teeth and bright smile. I handed him a sizeable bill--all of 65
cents. He loved me, and quickly decided to follow. I told him "manana",
which was a lie since I had to leave in the morning. He pleaded in such a
needy voice, to allow him to join me. I walked away. Now I was pissed at
myself. It was my last night there. What harm would it do to ask reception
if he could come in for a shower? You see, amigo, this is the problem
here...there are far too many needy temptations. I had been at peace with
my decision to not do any more clean-up project boys. Juan had come to me
clean. I couldn't sleep until sunup. I left with the bracelet Juan made me
around my wrist. My promise to return soon would be kept. After a few days
in the city after my two-month absence I ran into Juan. We searched for an
apartment and moved in together. In time, the exoticness of the city wore
off, but I was content with the one I loved and the acceptance of the
population to let us be ourselves.