Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2006 20:26:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mexican Hideaway

Needless to say this story is totally fiction, at least as it relates to
me. Needless to say it portrays graphic sexual contact between an adult
and minors. And, it goes without saying, that if such things offend you
in some way or for some legal reason you shouldn't be reading this sort
of thing, then perhaps it would be in everyone's best interest for you to
find something else to do with your free time. Otherwise, sit back and
enjoy. As always,
Hugs,
Tag Michaels



The three bedroom house was large, even by my usual standards; at least
twenty five hundred square feet and that didn't include a roofed lanai
that projected a good twelve feet from, and ran the full length of, the
front of the house. The five acre property was all but engulphed by
jungle but, sitting on a small rise fifteen feet above the beach, the
house was fronted by a hundred and eighty degree ocean view that offered
spectacular sunsets. The nearest neighbors were a small cluster of houses
a half mile away from where my property was at the end of a pot holed
dirt road, and a small village was another couple of miles beyond that.
A large creek ran along that edge of the property and sometimes turned
into small river during the rainy winter and spring months so it wasn't
unusual for the house to be all but totally isolated for days at a time.
There was electricity to the house but again, it wasn't uncommon for
seasonal rains to knock the power out so the house utilized a gas
generator for back as well as solar power.

I had ties to Mexico through family and other sources so had found the
property through a friend of a friend of a friend sort of thing and had
picked it up for a good price. The locals tended to avoid it, thinking it
haunted because of a bizarre murder that had taken place on the lanai a
few years before, which also caused it to be tied up in the courts. It
was also well off of any beaten path and as a result of all of that it
had been difficult to generate any interest in it let alone sell. In any
case, I'd heard about it and bought it before it could even get to
market. All of its perceived faults suited me just fine; I wanted the
seclusion and wasn't bothered by ghosts. My mother had been a totally
self absorbed dragon of a woman; ghosts would be a breeze by comparison.

I had only seen pictures of the property before buying it and as I got
closer to it that first time I began to have some doubts about my
decision. Most of the drive was on the aforementioned pot holed road and
ran along the very edge of the coast, a couple of hundred feet above sea
level but beautiful as it was I was feeling isolated. I finally came to
my property, relocked the steel gate after letting myself in, climbed
back into my Chevy Suburban, and preceded onward, the road on my property
being in excellent condition. About a hundred feet past the gate, the
road went down through a small gully, literally through a twenty foot
wide slow moving creek, then up the other side. Another hundred and fifty
curving, downward sloping yards or so through the jungle brought me to
the house. Not for the first time in the past few days was I grateful for
having spent the additional funds and adding the heavy duty, off road
options on the Suburban.

I pulled into a large and open graveled area at the back of the off white
single storied stucco house and parked in front of the garage, and got
out to survey my new surroundings. Things hadn't gone completely to hell
but it was definitely overgrown so the first few days would be utilized
to beat back the encroaching jungle. Leaving everything in the car, or
SUV, or truck or whatever the fuck a Suburban is, I walked into the low
walled courtyard, up the tiled walkway to the entryway, dug out the key
for the security screen door and then the heavy wood door and let myself
in.

The house was laid out like a blocky capitol H with the left side shorter
and the right side somewhat disproportionately longer with the top of
both ends angled outward about twenty degrees. The garage was in the
lower right corner, the entry doors to it not on the end but on the wall
facing the house and courtyard. The covered entry was of course at the
center of the H. The front door opened onto a wide, tiled foyer that
looked out onto, and was two steps above, a living room that was longer
than the fifteen foot wide foyer and easily half again as deep. The view
from the living would have looked out through a great deal of high arched
windows to the bright blue Pacific but the security doors were shut,
rendering the house into something of a twilight status.

I had been told about these doors of course; a rather ingenious way to
keep out intruders, human and otherwise, when the house was empty. All of
the windows at ground level were protected by metal doors similar to
garage doors except these were made of narrow slats of metal so when
retracted they rolled up into a storage area that was situated between
the top of the windows and the roof of the covered veranda. Following the
instructions, I found and unlocked a control box by the front door, found
the correct switch and hit it. Without fanfare but with some noise, some
seven such doors opened up and in less than twenty seconds the house was
flooded with bright light allowing me to see much better.

Arched doorways led off of each side of the foyer that I would discover
was the den and master suite off to the left while the right led to a
short hallway that had access to a utility room, a doorway to the garage
on the right and the kitchen on the left. Standing at the top of the
steps I surveyed my surrounding area; an adobe style fireplace at an
angle in the upper left corner of the living room, the entire wall
between the fireplace and the foyer had built in shelving about five feet
high. The rest of the fifteen foot high wall above the shelves would have
been bare but instead, centered in the wide white expanse hung a huge
painting. Easily ten feet high and fifteen feet wide, it was utterly
magnificent. Done in many, and often subtle shades of red, orange, and
brown, it was a horse barely visible in a swirling sandstorm, the
expression on its face one of terror.

To the right was an almost unobstructed view through a huge arched
entryway into the kitchen and dining area on the other side of that, the
home's outer wall angling off to the right just on the other side of the
archway.

The floors were all done in a highly polished dark wood with Spanish
style area rugs under or in front of seating areas. I went down into the
living room and headed through the archway into a large, equally open
kitchen on the right and beyond that, at the top right corner of the H
was the dining area. Immediately to the right inside the archway led to
the two steps that led to the garage but just before that was another
short hallway on the left that sat behind the kitchen wall, the other
side of that hall containing a half bath that shared a wall with the
utility room. That short hall led to two more bedrooms that were
separated by a shared full bathroom.

I wandered back the way I came, investigated the nice sized den slash
office on the left of the short hall and then the master suite on the
right. Immediately to the left inside the door into the master bathroom
was a huge bathroom while straight ahead another short hall, with walk-in
closets that shared the living room wall, led to the bedroom proper,
which was also huge. A smaller fireplace butted up against the backside
of the one in the living room and just on the other side of it the outer
wall angled off to the left at the same degree as the one fronting the
kitchen. French doors led out to the covered veranda and it was through
them that I went to stare out at the ocean.

The property sat in a slight cove about fifteen feet higher than the
beach, the two hundred yards of pure white sandy beach all but sealed off
on both ends by high rock outcroppings that extended out into the deep
blue Pacific Ocean. For all practical purposes it was totally private, no
roads or people for miles to the North and the largest town, Santo
Domingo forty miles or so miles to the north east and small villages to
the south. It was perfect.

As much as I wanted to gaze I had work to do which meant unpacking the
Suburban so I went inside, and down the back hallway out to the garage.
The big rig and the custom carryall rack on top were packed to the
ceiling, mostly with food, some of it perishable, a lot of stuff frozen.
I was thankful that the sales people had arranged for someone to come out
earlier in the week to clean and air the house and turn the fridge and
freezer on.

Two hours later everything was stowed where it needed to be, including my
few clothes and personal items, and all I had to do was relax. The house
had come fully furnished with every thing from towels and silverware to a
forty inch TV, a satellite dish which I also used for my internet hookup,
and an ATV that sat in the garage.  So, I poured a rare glass of beer and
went out to the deck to read the instructions and other details about the
house. Considering all the back up systems and fuel tanks and other
preparations for living almost in the middle of nowhere, there was quite
a bit of information. That night I slept like the dead, drifting off to
the sound of waves rolling up on my beach, easily heard since I'd left
all the doors wide open. No reason to worry about burglars.

The next four days were spent cutting the jungle back to the edges of my
living environments where they belonged, and exploring the length of
beach as well as my property, most of which was jungle but also had a
large garden slash orchard. The garden was pretty much over run but the
mango, guava, and other tropical fruit trees were doing fine.  I figured
that with a little hard work I could get a decent vegetable and herb
garden going but it would necessitate a trip "into town," a forty mile
drive.

 On the fifth day, the boys appeared.

I had been at the orchard for at least three hours reclaiming a spot in
the garden where I could plant things. Situated a hundred yards into the
jungle, it was protected from the elements as well as noise so I didn't
hear the tinkling laughter until I came around the back part of the
house. I walked over to the edge of the embankment, about twenty feet
from the end of my veranda and saw, down on the beach, five boys. Three
of them were playing and wrestling in the sand while two others were
lying on beach towels, soaking up rays. They were less than seventy feet
from me so there was no mistaking the fact that none of them was wearing
a stitch of clothing.

I wasn't exactly fully outfitted myself. Having decided that I didn't
particularly need to wear clothing, and in the interest of getting
totally browned by the tropical sun, I spend at least a little bit of the
time nude. I choose to wear a thong bikini most of the time for the
obvious reasons although I did spend an hour or so each day allowing my
cock and balls to get some sun. I figured that within a couple of weeks
it would be safe to be fully naked most of the time; with the exception
of footwear of course.

I decided to sit and watch them, wondering when they would finally notice
me and what they would do when that happened. I sat on a large rock
overlooking the beach and just admired my intruders. They were intruders,
at least into my serenity if not my property. I was under the impression
that the beach had come with the house. I looked to my left, down the
beach in the direction of known civilization and could see that the sand
had been disturbed all the way from the creek mouth so they had to have
come from across the stream.

My eyes returned to the boys and from where I sat it appeared as though
the boys who were playing were preteen, although they could have been at
the cusp of puberty for all I could determine. At least one of the boys
on the towels was mature, the thick nest of black curls at his crotch
easily visible from where I was sitting. The boy next to him looked like
he might have some fuzz but it was difficult to tell. I tried to pick out
what any of them were saying but it was a little too far.

I read, wrote and spoke fluent Mexican style Spanish, having been around
it my entire life. It was the only thing my father and his parents spoke
when they were together and spending summers in Mexico with my great
grandmother since I was little forced me to learn the language. My father
was half Mexican, making me a quarter, and believe me when I tell you I
grew up being be proud of my heritage. That was most likely the main
reason I'd bought the house after my father passed away leaving me, in
its entirety, his much more than modest but less than vastly wealthy
estate.  I had an older brother but he'd used his Mexican heritage and
language skills to the wrong end and was doing two life sentences in a
Mexican jail for his part in some murders and drug trafficking. Neither
my father nor I had seen or communicated with Fernando since I was
fourteen and I was twenty nine when this story took place.   Anyway, I
guess I felt closer to dad being there than back in Yuma where I'd grown
up and lived. I missed my dad a lot. My mom died when I was nineteen,
from bitchiness I was sure. I hadn't missed her a single day of my life.

I watched as one of the towel lying boys got up and walked toward the
waves. The kid had a nice ass from what I could see and there didn't
appear to be much of a tan line either. The boy dove under an incoming
swell, bobbed to the surface and rode the next wave onto the beach. He
stood up, shook the water from his long black hair, and started walking
toward his towel and that was when he noticed me. He stopped dead in his
tracks, ran his hand through his hair to push it back, and kept his eyes
on me while calling out to his friends. The boy on the towel rolled over
on to his belly to look in my direction and the three younger boys
stopped what they were doing to do the same. The boy resumed walking
toward his towel, the other three started in the same direction while the
last boy got to his feet.

I stood up and waved a friendly greeting then carefully made my way
across the rocks to the trail that led from the house to the beach and
headed down to meet my new friends.

"Hello," I called out and the obvious older boy answered in the same
manner. As they neared I could see that the oldest boy was probably
fifteen or sixteen, the boy who had spied me a year or so younger, the
small patch of black hair at the base of his cock indicating puberty. The
three youngest appeared hairless although I would discover that two of
them did in fact have some sprouts of hair.

"Is it alright to play on your beach mister? I knocked on the door to ask
but there was no answer," the oldest boy said in Spanish as we approached
each other. He was a fine specimen of boyhood, about five foot six or so
with a nicely defined body that had moved from babyhood into young adult
hood. His uncut cock bobbed in front of him as he walked toward me, the
rather chubby dark brown tube looking like it might stretch out nicely
once it was filled with blood. "We can get dressed and leave if you
wish."

"No, no, there is no need to get dressed or leave," I told him. I
extended my hand toward him. "I'm Alejandro, or Alex," I said by way of
introduction. The boy took my hand and said that his name was Carlos then
pointed to the other older boy and said he was Gabriel and as the boy
took my hand I glanced over his body, admiring the firmness that was
similar to Carlos but seemingly more defined. His belly was flat and
taut, sloping gracefully into his pubic bone and his teenage pride and
joy, the slightly pink tip of which was poking out of his dusky foreskin.
The three youngest looking of the other three was Pedro and the other two
were Juan-Carlos and Paulino. Up close I could detect the hairs growing
at the base of Paulino's long thin cock, the black fuzz difficult to see
against the dark brown color of his skin. It was also Paulino who all but
stared at the pouch where my own boy stuff was barely concealed.  Juan-
Carlos also appeared to have started puberty but I swear that his time in
that process could probably have been measured in weeks. Pedro was as
bald as a cue ball and also had difficulty maintaining eye contact, his
attention being drawn to my groin. That wasn't too much of a surprise as
the low cut white thong was holding eight and half inches of circumcised
manhood with balls to match and in the hot tropical weather it was all as
loose and stretched out about as far as it got without being hard.

As soon as he pulled his hand back Pedro put his hand to his groin and
rubbed. It seemed as though the boy was getting a little bit boned up
which I thought was very interesting indeed. Like the older boys all
three youngsters were also uncut, their foreskins completely covering
their young cocks. Where the older boy's balls were pretty much dropped
and hanging, Pedro's were still small marbles held close to his body. The
two middle boy's balls were large enough but hadn't seemed to have
dropped much and were mostly smooth hairless brown sacs. They both would
have fig nicely in my mouth.

We talked a little bit, doing the get to know you thing. When they
discovered I was American that prompted a great many questions and of
course the desire to try out their fledgling English skills on me. I
found out that three of them lived in the closest little cluster of huts,
while Carlos and little Pedro were brothers, and cousins to Gabriel, and
had come from the village further down the road. Their father was doing
some work for Gabriel's parents and the boys had come along for the ride.
We chatted for about ten minutes before I tired of being in the noonday
sun and said I'd see them later. I also left them with permission to use
the beach as long as they didn't leave litter or do any damage and of
course they were adamant that they would do neither.

The boys were there like clockwork over the next few days. I didn't know
just when they showed up as I was busy up in the garden. It was still
early enough in the year that I had hopes of getting some vegetables and
herbs planted since I had no intention of driving forty plus miles just
for veggies besides, they would grow virtually all year around here.

Generally I returned to the house by noon or close to it to find the boys
playing on the beach, swimming or just lying about. Naturally they were
naked and naturally I remained clothed, which drew comments and a little
good natured teasing from all of the boys, Paulino and Pedro mostly. Both
of those boys seemed at times to be preoccupied with my groin which
wasn't at all unusual for boys their age. I had discovered that Carlos
was sixteen, Gabriel thirteen closing on fourteen, Paulino a freshly
minted thirteen, Juan Carlos, who preferred just Juan, a late twelve year
old and Pedro the youngest at eleven.  All of it was fine with me, I
loved boys.

I had loved boys ever since I had been one, having come to the
realization of that fact by age fifteen. Oh, I'd been sexually active
since I was twelve, my first cock sucking at fourteen, but hadn't
actually thought about it much. As I moved toward my twenties and
continued with age appropriate partners my hottest desires were for
adolescent boys and there seemed to be plenty who were attracted to
college aged men. While I didn't actively pursue teenagers I seemed to
find myself being pursued, something that seemed to happen since I was
twelve.

A slender five foot eight in adulthood, my early school years had been
spent in wrestling and swimming-we'd had a backyard pool since I was
seven-so I had a very well developed body, which I maintained. A quarter
Mexican, eighth Hopi and the rest northern European genes, gave me a nice
light olive complexion that went brown at the mention of sun. My thick
hair was a dark sandy brown with a slight wave to it and I had lashes and
brows that matched to frame large hazel eyes. My flawless skin, high
cheekbones, aquiline nose and white teeth with slightly pouting lips had
gotten me some modeling gigs in Yuma when I was sixteen. My combined
genetics gave me a full head of hair while the rest of my body wasn't. My
facial hair was sparse and slow to grow and while my arms and legs had a
smattering of lighter colored hair, my chest was smooth. I didn't have
much of a love trail from my navel to my pubes so that entire area was
kept trimmed and neat. Overall I had remained healthy, doing healthy
things and at twenty nine still passed for nineteen.

On the fourth or fifth day of our new friendship I took a pitcher of
lemonade and plastic glasses down to them and of course they were
thrilled at the gesture, not to mention the actual drink, declaring it
the best they'd every had. They must not have had much in their lives
because it was made from a package as most of the juice's I had brought
were. It took up a lot less space in the suburban and the freezer that
way.

"Don't you get tired of wearing that thing?" Paulino asked, nodding
toward the thong of the day, a vibrant red. I allowed as how I did and of
course he suggested that I take it off, an idea that was met with
enthusiasm by Pedro.

"Eet would bee mucho more comfortable for jew Seenyor," the boy said in
heavily accented English accompanied by a leering smile. I informed them
that I was a little uncomfortable prancing around naked in from of them
to which Gabriel retorted that they were naked so what difference did it
make. I pointed out that I was an adult and they were not and of course
all five of the boy's poo pawed that off as being totally irrelevant as
well as unimportant.

I played in the waves with the boys that day, body surfing into the beach
on the occasional wave that was worth surfing. Of course the boys wanted
to play horse or wrestle and I obliged them, tossing the smaller boys off
into the water. Needless to say in all of the fracas I felt my crotch
"bumped" more than a few times and I noticed that the younger boys seemed
to be inflating a little, not seeming to be bothered or embarrassed by it
in the least. At one point Pedro didn't even bother to hide the fact that
he was full on hard, waving his little four inch boner at Juan, who was
about half way there himself.  Hell, my own cock started to rise on more
than one occasion, especially when I had one of them on my shoulder to
play horse and practically had a cock in my ear. The boys didn't seem to
have any issues about being in such close physical contact without
clothes on and I was beginning to wonder if I was being a prude. But
still, I was in Mexico and while there may have been a different attitude
about such things, I was still a little leery.

I didn't see the boys the next day and naturally I sort of missed them.
Solitude is all great and grand but. The day after that it was only the
middle boys, Carlos and Pedro not with them. They were lying on the beach
and when Gabriel saw me he waved and as I waved back they all jumped up
and ran into the surf. I didn't think much about that but left my shoes
on the lanai then wandered down to the water and waded into the surf
where they were sort of huddled together and when I asked Gabriel where
his cousins were he said that his uncle had finished the work for his
parents and so hadn't come down.

"So, you guys just run in the water because it's cooler?" I asked. They
hadn't appeared to be doing much but just standing in the chest high
water milling about. Paulino seemed to shy up at the question which
caused Gabriel to laugh. The older boy shook his head and smiled then
moved in his hand in the universal gesture for jacking off, which caused
me to raise an eyebrow.

"Paulino got hard playing on the beach then Juan, he got hard too. Was
gonna make em go away but you come down so now we in the water." Both the
younger boys were sporting big smiles that may have been tinged with a
little embarrassment at being found out. I guess it was one thing to grab
a chubby in my presence but another thing to do something with it. I put
them at ease and nodded my head in understanding.

"I know what you mean. It seems to just pop out without warning yeah?"
All three boys nodded their heads, beaming smiles, probably a little
surprised that an adult would empathize with their situation. "When that
happens sometimes the only thing you can do about it is." and then I made
the gesture of jacking off.  "I can leave and let you finish up," I said.

"No! The two younger boys said together. "S'okay; no need to go." Then
Paulino got that leering look in his eyes and said,

"Maybe you like watch, yeah."  With that young teen moved toward the
shore enough to allow me to fully view his rock hard young cock. Not to
be out done Juan did the same and stood next to Paulino, both young teens
cocks jutting proudly in the air. Apparently they overcame their shyness
quite easily. Neither boy had a thing to be ashamed of, each boyhood
pride and joy stretching out to an easy five plus inches long, Juan's
head still covered by his foreskin but Paulino's fleshy hat fully
retracted and the swollen head fully visible.

"Nice cocks' boys," was about all I could say but both young thing's
beamed at the praise. One after the other they sank into the water then
floated to the shore where they lay on the sane, the gentle waves washing
into them.  Gabriel and I followed on foot and when the older boy cleared
the water I saw that he too was excited by the situation, six plus inches
of stone hard Mexican sausage seeing the air before his smooth young
balls did.

"Ho Gabriel, you gonna whack em too?" Juan asked as he and Paulino stood
up again, both boys' hands having sought out their own stiff dick and
slowly stroked it, exposing the head to me for the first time. Gabriel
wasn't alone in his condition, I too had been stimulated by the sight of
hard young penises and my own cock was pushing at the fabric of my thong,
the skimpy amount of cloth barely able to contain my cock when soft let
alone hard.

Ho, Alex, you getting a boner too," Paulino said, he being the first to
notice my arousal, his statement causing all three boys to look. "Take it
off, let us see your big gringo cock," Juan said, excitement quite
obvious in his voice. I shook my head. No matter that I'd copped a little
wood over the scene; I was still a little scared at the possibility of
spending time in a southern Mexican jail. The boys had a much different
idea.

Paulino and Juan both jumped up and approached me, their cocks bobbing in
the in the air in front of them.

"Come on Alex, show us pleeeeeze," Paulino reiterated, his command echoed
by Juan and then Gabriel.

"It's only fair," Gabriel said as he moved next to me. I had to admit
that I was getting uncomfortable, with my cock confined, or not, in the
pouch of the thong.

The three boys were crowded around me, the younger boys hands touching
the waistband of my thong as if to help. Pedro was even brazen enough to
actually squeeze my cock a little bit, a look of surprise on his face.

"Ok, ok," I said with a smile, "you guys win. I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband and started to pull it down and the three boys around me
started to clap as though I were doing a strip tease, which I suppose I
was. Deciding to have some fun with them, I pulled the front down slowly,
exposing my shaved and trimmed patch of hair. I little further down and
the base of my cock came into view and Gabriel actually whistled. I
looked over at him and smiled as I kept moving the fabric down and
exposing inch after inch of thick, veined, white tube. Juan's eyes got
larger the farther down I went and I swear that Paulino's eyes almost
glassed over. As I felt myself get to the end I looked at Gabriel whose
smile had transformed into more of a look of surprise.

With great fanfare I slipped the cloth down over the head of my cock
allowing it to spring up, the head not looking at the water but not quite
looking at the boys either. That got an applause from the boys.

"Ho, is mucho grande," Juan said with awe in his young voice. It was
rather large and it had been so since before I turned fourteen. Needless
to say I was pretty popular in PE class back in Yuma and won all the
"mines bigger than yours" contests on sleepovers. The first boy who'd
tried to suck me off when I was fourteen damn near choked to death, and
that was before I came. When I finally jacked myself off and came in his
mouth he goddamned near drowned. I seemed to make a lot of liquid even as
a young teen.

I reached behind me and pulled the fabric from my ass and let the whole
thing fall down, stepped out of it and tossed the fabric up onto the
beach. "There," I said with a smile, "are you happy now."

"Oh yes," Juan and Paulino said in unison, both boys openly stroking
their rigid cocks.

"So now what?" I asked and Gabriel answered.

"You treat it like a bad child." I had a questioning look on my face and
he said,

"You beat em," and all three boys laughed at the joke then got down to
the business at hand, so to speak. It was hot as all hell watching them,
three young teens, Juan was almost a teen, in the throes of sexual
excitement. For the most part they watched their own cocks but gave an
occasional glance from side to side to see how the others were faring. My
cock had reached its full zenith, the head looking toward the cloudless
blue sky, but all I did was rub on my heavy balls a little bit.

"You not gonna do em?" Paulino asked. I shook my head.

"Maybe later. I'm happy just watching you guys," I told him.

Juan was the first to cum, his groaning signifying that he'd accomplished
the task. I watched as a single drop of white plopped out into the water
that was lapping at our ankles. Paulino's orgasm happened as Juan's cock
oozed a little liquid down over his fingers.  His offering was a little
bit more than Juan's, a couple of squirts, the first of which almost
landed on my knee.

Being the older, more experienced spermer, Gabriel took a little longer
but when he finally came, he made up for being last. His first squirt
blasted out and splattered Paulino on the hip, the second squirt not
having the power of the first and falling short, hit the boy just below
the knee. Gabriel wasn't aiming really, just caught up in the moment. He
kept up a rapid stroke and the next two squirts were twirlers, the kind
that sort of spin through the air like a South American bolo. Those,
along with the next two jets landed in the water. From then on it was
ooze-ville, the white goo flowing out of his piss slit and running down
underneath the head and across the knuckles of the hand gripping the
boy's fat shaft. He was nicely enough hung, his cock somewhat thick with
decent sized balls hanging below, the eggs mostly hair free except at the
top where it began its hand from the shaft. I wondered for a moment how
it would fit in my ass.

Once they were finished the boys swished their hands in the water to
clean off the residue of their sperm then moved a little deeper and
cleaned their cocks off. The fact that I remained hard wasn't lost on any
of the boys and of course Paulino had to comment on it.

"I can't believe how big your cock is Alex, what are you gonna do about
it, the thing so hard looking." That it was and even though the cute
young teen couldn't tell the difference, I could feel that it was losing
blood.

"It'll go away, trust me," I told them adding, "You guys want something
to drink, maybe something to eat?" There are two ways to a boys heart and
the boy's themselves had just finished one of those ways, food and drink
were what was left.

"Yeah," I got in three part harmony with accompanying smiles, big wide
grins that showed off pearly white teeth against dark brown skin.

On the beach, I grabbed my thong and the boys followed me up to the
house, somewhat like a trail of ducklings.

"You got a nice butt you know," Paulino commented and I thanked him and
said that his was as nice a little but as I'd seen in awhile. That
prompted Gabriel to ask if I was an expert on boy's butts. My answer was
a smile.

Up at the house I led them to the outside shower, a simple large round
shower head attached to a six foot high piece of pipe situated at the
very corner of the veranda in front of the dining room and behind the
outdoor grill area. There was also a lower faucet for doing just feet and
it was there that I rinsed my own feet, the boys following suit and each
of us using a towel that I kept there just for that purpose. From there I
led them into the house, going in through the doors in front of the
kitchen area. There was an island twelve feet into the house and situated
so that it was parallel with wall that we'd just come through. It was
shaped like an elongated U with very short sides, the front part
providing room for six bar style stools.

Behind the island the kitchen was laid out similar to the corner of the
living room where the fireplace was. Instead of ninety degree corner at
the apex of the walls, a six foot section was set at an angle in the
corner and housed the six burner gas range and oven and was parallel to
the island. The wall on the left side was fourteen feet long and held a
double sink, that wall abutting a bedroom, while the other wall was a
little more than half that length and was home to the refrigerator, that
wall abutting the short hallway that led to the bedrooms. The fridge was
where I headed after telling the boys to grab seats at the island.

They were pretty excited, all of them looking rapidly about and pointing
different things out to one another. Apparently their living arrangements
were considerably less than mine, it seemed doubtful that any of them had
even seen anything quite like my home.

"Meester, you no `fraid of ghost-es?" Juan asked, working on his English.
He was referring of course to the murder that had taken place and thus
supposedly haunting my home.

"Naw," I said, setting glasses of fruit punch in front of each boy then
setting a platter of chocolate chip cookies down for them. I baked my own
bread and desserts, the cookies having been baked the night before.
"Don't believe in ghosts Juan." I took a bite of a cookie and added,
"Don't believe in monsters either."

Gabriel commented that my lack of fear of monsters was because I owned
one and when I gave him a questioning look he nodded to my cock, the
softened flesh hanging between my legs and half way to my knee. The boys
all seemed somewhat preoccupied with my body and while that wasn't at all
unusual it was the fact that they commented on it as though it were
furniture or some other inanimate object.

"So, do you guys always go around naked like that?" I asked.  Gabriel
said that they didn't unless they came down here to my beach. The smaller
children, kids younger than Pedro, often went naked in the water all the
time until they got to be six or seven then they tended to start wearing
at least underwear. He said that they were all pretty poor and couldn't
afford things like swim suits or what I was wearing. Half the time they
didn't wear underwear. So they came down to my beach to swim as often as
they could.

"Besides, it's fun going around naked," Gabriel added. I nodded my head
and told him that I went naked quite a bit of the time and of course he
asked why I had the thing on that I had been wearing and of course that
prompted the question from Juan why I didn't go naked all the time.

"Unlike you guys, as you can see, my stuff isn't tanned yet and I don't
want to burn it." They laughed and Paulino made a crack about a burned
burrito then added,

"It looks like its getting brown though. Pretty soon you no wear clothes
like us."  That prompted Paulino to ask, now that the boys had seen me
naked and hard, would I be more comfortable being naked in front of them.
I said that I wasn't sure about that, I'd have to think about it.

"What's to think about?" Juan said, "No beeg deel," he finished in
exaggerated English. I had to admit that he was most likely right, at
least on the surface.

"Besides," Gabriel added "I think you like seeing naked boys and you sure
liked it when we." again the universal hand gesture. "I bet you wanted to
do it with us," he added with a knowing smile.

"You should have. I'd like to see how much white stuff you make," Paulino
said.

"I bet those balls make lotsa stuff," Juan added.

"Do it for us right now," Paulino said.

"You did say maybe later and now's later," Gabriel added.

"I dunno," I told them, standing up and going back around the island to
retrieve the pitcher of lemonade.

"We could help you," Juan said.

"Sure, I'd be glad to help you," Paulino tossed out.

What the hell was it with these kids? They seemed single minded in their
determination to engage in sex with me. I refilled all of our glasses and
put the pitcher back in the fridge and headed back to my seat between
Gabriel and Paulino on the other side of the bar, my brain full of
conflicting thoughts.

"See, I'm ready to go," Paulino said, standing up as I came back around
to the front of the island. His cock was at full stand again, jutting out
from his slender body, the tip of his cock head poking out through his
dusky foreskin.

"Me too," Juan added, jumping to the floor, his cock in the same excited
state that Paulino's was, the pole sort of pulsing with each beat of his
little heart. I shook my head, more to clear the cobwebs that anything
else.

"And you Gabriel," I asked, not really seeking answer.

"Hmmm," he said with a toothy smile, "not really but it wouldn't take
long to be ready."

"Well boys, as you can see," I said, spreading my arms out in front of my
fully softened cock, "I'm not ready."

"That is no problem, we can fix that that," Paulino cried and before I
could even blink he was on me with Juan right behind him. In a flash I
had both young boys cupping my balls, as well as squeezing and fondling
my cock which rapidly inflated to its full length, just under nine
inches. Their hands felt great on me, their tender ministrations causing
me to shiver and tingle with excitement. Even Gabriel got into the act,
fondling and rubbing my butt.

"Aaiii, it's so big," Paulino said softly as he squeezed and stroked on
my cock. I reached over and took hold of his cock in return and stroked
it slightly, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head and
eliciting a moan.

"Do you think you can get it in your mouth Paulino?" Juan asked. That got
my attention

"You think you should ask first?" Gabriel said before Paulino had a
chance to answer. Man I'm telling you those boys didn't fool around, they
were going for the gold right off the bat.

"Can I Alex?" Paulino said, looking into my eyes, "Can I try to suck on
your cock?" As though I would say no.

"Sure Paulino, you're welcome to give it a shot." I let go of the boy's
cock so he could assume the position and directed my hand to Gabriel's
stone hard cock, the chubby thing all but poking me in the hip as he
continued to squeeze on my butt cheek.

I turned and looked him almost in the eye. "Nice cock," I whispered and
for a response he lifted up on his toes a little, closed the distance and
kissed me on the lips at almost the same time Paulino's lips wrapped
around my fat swollen cock head. It made me want to melt. The warmth of
the young teen's mouth on my dick took me back to that first blow job I'd
gotten when Greg first put his mouth over my cock head. I thought that
was about the best feelings I'd ever had in my entire young life. The
feelings I was having there, in Southern Mexico on that hot day in May,
weren't far behind.

"He pretty good at that isn't he?" Gabriel asked, after breaking the
kiss. All I could do was nod my head as we both looked down and watched
as the boy moved his head back and forth on my cock, his hand rather
small on the thick shaft as he held it in place. Little Juan seemed sort
of left out so I stopped all action for just a moment. I took his hand
and pulled him to me then lifted him up and sat his bare little ass on
the granite counter top next to me. I stood a little bit sideways to the
boy to allow Paulino to resume his task, which he did immediately, then
leaned down and took Juan's stone hard preteen cock into my mouth.

It has been awhile since I'd had been with a teenage boy and at that
point, Juan was the youngest boy I'd ever been with. His cock was salty
from having been in the water but that didn't deter me from totally
enjoying the feel of his young hard cock against my lips and tongue. I
tugged gently on his smooth balls as I suckled him and for his part he
moaned dutifully at the intensity of the feelings, his hands running
through my hair.

I felt Paulino's mouth leave my cock and just stroke it for a moment then
the warmth again of the head being enveloped. It felt different and I
didn't have to look to know that Gabriel had taken over paying lip
service to me. The older boy must have had some experience because he
took about twice as much into his mouth as young Paulino had. I didn't
have much time to consider all that however as Juan began moaning and
squirming.

Like many young boy in the early stages of puberty, Juan hadn't learned
the signals of impending orgasm. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair,
his cock thicken in my mouth then the warmth of liquid droplets of his
sperm as it exited his body and found a temporary home on my tongue. I
continued to suck him, my tongue massaging his cock head as I stroked his
cock, encouraging as much cum as possible from the boy. It wasn't much
since he was new to the sperming world and had cum barely twenty minutes
before. There was only so much juice that his young balls could give up.
Of course he was ultra sensitive after sperming so I finally had to stop
what I was doing as he giggled and pushed my head away.

I stood fully upright, Paulino standing next to me. I took hold of his
cock once again and began stroking him, sliding his foreskin back and
forth over the head. I knew that it would become dry and thus not so much
fun so I put my hand on Gabriel's head to signify a halt in his activity.
He let go and stood up, kissed me again then informed me that sucking
such a big cock as mine was fun but that his mouth got sore, much faster
than when he sucked on Paulino or Juan. So, there is was, the nature of
at least part of the boy's relationship.

We stood there for a moment, the three of us, stroking and fondling each
other. I really wanted to fuck one of them but also wanted to get fucked,
to have one of those delicious, brown boy tubes shoved up my ass. I'd
only been fucked by a young teenage boy a few times but I'd had preferred
it to older guys. Maybe it was because it was so new to a boy and I could
remember the intensity of the feelings from when I first buried my own
young cock in the tight confines of another boy's ass. Whatever the
reason, I wanted one of them inside of me and figured that I stood a
better chance of getting fucked than fucking one of them, at least for
the time being.

Juan had already jumped down off the counter so I gave him directions to
my room and where to find the bottle of lube in the nightstand next to my
bed. The cute young boy ran off while I dropped to my knees and suckled
Paulino's cock while I stroked on Gabriel's. After a moment I switched
cocks and took the older boy's thick meat into my mouth, reveling in it's
size. I took it from my mouth and rubbed the shaft against my face,
putting my nose into his pubic hair and taking in the odor of young
teenage boy, the heavenly fragrance tinted with the smell of salt.

Juan came back into the kitchen, the bottle of Glide in his hand. I
decided that I'd have Paulino fuck me first, his smaller cock being able
to prepare me for Gabriel's much thicker one. When I suggested that both
boys were in agreement although Gabriel said that he would do it on one
condition. When I asked what that was he said,

"You  must fuck me after." For emphasis he grasped onto my stiff cock and
stroked me a few times. I leaned down slightly and kissed him hard and
the boy returned the pressure, pushing his pink tongue into my mouth, the
entire time his hand never let go of my cock.

We finally broke apart and I quickly slathered my asshole with lube then
smeared Paulino's thirteen year old cock with it, causing the boy to damn
near faint when I slid my slippery hand up over his engorged cock head. I
turned and lay my chest on the countertop, pushing my ass out for the
boy, and felt his hand on my butt cheek. Gabriel helped his young friend
by pulling both my cheeks wide open so that Paulino could concentrate on
his part of the task.

"Have you ever done this before Paulino?" I asked him. He said that he
had only done it a couple of times, once with Pedro and once with
Gabriel, who confirmed it. I felt the tip of his cock head touch me, then
pressure, then the pain of his entering me. I told to wait a moment while
I adjusted to him and he did as I asked. I felt movement at my feet and
the next moment the warmth of a mouth over my cock head and a tongue
exploring its surface. It didn't take long before I told Paulino to go
ahead and put it all the way in.

The boy slipped his cock into me slowly, stretching me out, then filling
me up with teenage flesh. Between Paulino's young cock and Gabriel's
young mouth, I reached a good heat level fairly quickly. Once the boy
bottomed out, he grasped onto my hips to keep me in place and began
fucking me. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, slowly moving out and then
back in. I squeezed my muscle against his cock as he withdrew and heard
him moan in response then pick up speed.

I didn't expect that the boy would last very long, what boy does when his
raging boner was being held tightly captive. My asshole squeezing on him
as he fucked me certainly didn't help stave off his orgasm and within two
minutes the young teen cried out. He started to really slam into me,
driving his cock up into my bowels but it was soon over. Like most boys,
once his sperm has been deposited and the cumming is done, they're ready
to evacuate so I told him to hold on a moment, that it wouldn't feel very
good if he just pulled his cock out. Besides, I wanted Gabriel up and
ready to slip his fat cock into me as soon as Paulino took his out.

I gave some directions so Gabriel left me, prepared his cock for
insertion. I told Paulino to pull it out slowly as a rapid removal didn't
really feel all that good. The boy did as I asked and was soon out of me.
There was a shuffling of bodies then I felt pressure and in a flash
Gabriel pushed his swollen cock head past the loosened muscle. I groaned
at the difference, not that it hurt, quite the contrary.

"Put it all the way in baby," I whispered and the boy did as I asked
until I felt his pubic hair against my butt cheeks. "God Gabriel your
cock feels really good. Now fuck me good, okay?"

"I will do my best," the boy said, his voice husky from the lust roaring
through his adolescent body. He held onto me and began the process,
sliding about half way out then moving in to bottom out inside of me. It
didn't take a real long time before he was doing full strides, his cock
almost leaving me before being buried inside my ass again. Without being
told, Juan lubed up his hand and got down between my legs and started
jacking me off causing me to moan loudly.

"Oh yeah Gabriel, fuck me harder. Ram your hard cock into me baby, make
me cum." The young teen didn't really need the directions, the talk was
mostly for me but he did it anyway. He picked up his tempo and began
really fucking me, slamming his fat young cock into me, grinding his
slender little butt back and forth when he was deep inside of me. At the
other end it felt like Juan had both hands wrapped around my cock, his
tightened fist gripping my cock head as Gabriel's fucking me drove it to
and fro. It had been more than four months since I'd been with anyone and
I was ready, I was primed to cum while a thick cock filled me with it's
owners sperm. Knowing that it was young boy sperm, fresh wholesome boy
cum, made it all that much hotter for me.

"Shit, fuck me hard Gabriel I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum." I'd felt my
balls starting to tingle, as though they were going to boil over, and all
of a sudden it was on me. My cock hardened and the intense tickling
feeling rose quickly up the shaft and I came. Three things happened all
at once, or at least it seemed that way. My knees went weak, a yelp came
from between my legs then felt my cock being pushed downward, and Gabriel
moaned and groaned and came.

The young teen did his best to cram as much of his cock into me as
possible, pulling my hips tight to him while forcing his hips against my
ass. I felt him cum, felt his dick thicken against the muscle of my
asshole and then the warmth inside my bowels as the boy deposited his
life producing fluid in me. He picked up speed again, driving his cock
into my ass, hammering his pubic bone against me, all the while crying
out Oh God's and oh fuck's in Spanish as he filled my ass with Mexican
boy sperm. I felt my cock slow its spewing to a dribble, my belly
continuing to tighten and relax in after orgasm convulsions.

I felt Juan let go of my cock and move out from under me and come up on
the side that my head was facing. I almost shit when I saw him, Paulino
gasped while Gabriel, still moving very slowly in and out of me, uttered
something unintelligible. The young boy's chest was all but covered in my
cum, a large wad of the white goo hanging from his cheek. That must have
been why I felt the downward pressure on my cock after my first squirt.
I'd blasted the boy in the face because he'd been sitting directly in
front of me as he jacked me off.

"Aaiii, that's a lot of cum," Paulino said with awe in his voice and
indeed it was. I generally made quite a bit of liquid and since I hadn't
ejaculated in a week or so, there had been a buildup of sorts. It was
easy to see the individual squirts on the boy's slender chest, the
thickness of my cum keeping the stuff mostly where it landed, the long
white slashes a contrast on the young boy's dusky brown body.

"I'm going to come out of you now Alex, okay?" Gabriel asked. I nodded my
head and the boy slowly slipped out of me, causing a low moan at the
emptiness. I stood up and pulled him to me and kissed him tenderly then
thanked him for a great fuck. Of course Paulino wanted to know if he did
okay and I assured him that he did. He came over to me so I leaned down
and kissed him as well, the boy sporting a huge grin when we parted.

"Gosh that looks so sexy," Gabriel said, referring to young Juan's body
covered in my cum. I agreed that it did and overall, the young boy didn't
seem bothered by it all. In fact, he said that it was sort of fun
watching my cock shoot at him like that, and getting splattered by it had
made his cock go hard again, the evidence of that standing proudly, where
the rest of us were going more to a default state.

I reached over and gently wiped my cum from his face, then some more from
his body that wrapped my spermy hand around his cock head, squeezed and
turned my hand as though trying to remove the cap from a bottle. The
young boy gasped loudly as I mauled his sensitive cock head and he
grabbed onto the counter to prevent himself from falling over. It didn't
take a whole long time before the boy came yet again, a few cumlets
oozing out into my upturned hand.

I felt a hand on my butt and turned my head to see that it was Gabriel
that was rubbing me.

"Now you must fuck me," he said with a grin. I agreed with him but added,

"I think I need a shower and so does Juan so perhaps your fucking will
have to wait just a while longer. The boy nodded his head and said with
his award winning smile,

"Perhaps the shower is a good place to get into the mood." I could see no
fault with that thinking.

"Alright then, who wants to take a shower?" All three boys raised their
hands.