Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 22:47:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <rocketman1969@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Resort part 01

I went to a resort in Manzanillo, Mexico every year
since I moved out on my own at twenty. It was out of
the way, and about 450 miles north of Acapulco with
few tourist but I always had a good time. I came from
a small town outside of El Paso, Texas and it was a
bit of a drive at 22 hours, but I could take two weeks
off from work so had plenty of time. My father was the
minister at the local church and my older brother Jake
followed in his footsteps. I was expected to do the
same. I knew from an early age that I wasn't the same
and would not be following that route. I also knew
from an early age that I was also attracted to cock
more then pussy. I tried it and had many girl friends
in high school. One of the best was Mary Hopkins, she
loved to suck cock sixty-nine was her favorite, while
I enjoyed getting sucked I really hated to eat her
pussy. I put up with it just to feel my cock explode
in her mouth. She really liked the taste of cum, all
the boys knew about her. What I had dream of, was my
greatest jerk-off fantasy was to have a cock exploding
in my mouth while I was shooting into another mouth.
That's changed now to I was made into a cocksucker.
When I was 13 the boy of my dreams was Jared, I went
to school with him and he attended our church. He was
just so sexy brown hair and eyes, dark skin he
definitely had some Mexican blood in him. I always
dreamed of being on my knees and peeling his pants
down. As I start to suck his uncut cock (which I knew
he had from seeing him after gym class) he would push
me down on my back and pull my pants down engulfing my
cock. We would suck each other for hours, bring each
to the brink of an orgasms then backing off repeatly
until we both exploded so hard we would choke each
other with our volleys of cum. It was this that I
thought about seeing him in church . I got such a
hard-on that it hurt, I knew I had to jerk off right
away or I'd never make to the end of my father's
surmon.  I told my mom that I had to go to the
bathroom, then went to my father's office to use the
toilet there. I dropped my pants and underwear and sat
down on the toilet. I quickly took my cock in my hand
jerking it quickly. I didn't realize that I forgot to
lock the office door, after all who would dare to
enter my father's office. Well his assistant would and
he did. I looked up at him and dropped my cock in
shock.

"Well now Bobby what do you think your dad would think
if he knew you were pulling your pud in his office
during Sunday service." He said.

I looked in his eyes and didn't know what I was seeing
at the time, but I now know it was lust. He started to
rub his crotch.

"I'm ... I'm sorry Mr. Blakely it uh ... it uh just
happened. Please don't tell my dad." I said.

He just looked down at me, still rubbing his crotch.

"Well that depends." He said.
"Depends on what sir?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"On how you take care of me." He stated.
"Take care of you?" I asked puzzled.
"Yes or should I say take care of this." He said as he
fondled his crotch.
"Huh? I don't know what you mean." I stated tunefully.
"Well you will." He said.

With that he undid his pants and dropped them to the
floor. I looked at him and his cock it was semi-hard
and about four inches cut. As I looked at it, it
hardens to its full five inches, I thought at the time
it was big. I had only seen my own small hard cock. I
thought he was an ugly old fat guy at the time. I
would latter to learn to love older chubby guy's
cocks; they just loved to get them suck off.  He
pushed it at my lips, which I kept closed. I knew what
he wanted, but I didn't want his ugly cock in my
mouth.

"Open your fucking mouth boy or I tell your dad." He
ordered.

I opened my mouth to say no and he pushed in his hard
cock. My teeth scraped his shaft as he pushed it in
all the way.

"Fucking asshole cover those teeth with your lips." He
yelled at me.

I was afraid that someone might hear what was
happening and I didn't want my dad to find out I was
jerking off in his office. My dad had already given me
his speech about the evils of masturbation and I had
heard his sermons about homosexuals. If he ever found
out that I jerk-off thinking about being with a guy, I
was sure he would have killed or at least beat me to a
pulp. I knew how it was done, so I obeyed him when he
went to put it back in my mouth. I held still, not
really wanting to do it to him. He grabbed my ears and
started moving my head back and forth as he quickly
thrust his hips back and forth. I could feel his fat
belly hitting my forehead riding up it to the top of
my head. This lasted maybe a minute when I felt his
cock start to throb, just like mine did right before I
shot my load. I tried to pull off thinking his cum
must taste nasty, I often ate my own cum which I
thought was good. He kept hold of my ears keeping his
cock in my mouth as he started to shoot. He had a big
load and I gag trying to hold it to spit it out. When
he was done he held my mouth to his crotch until I had
no choice but to swallow it down. He pulled out and
pulled his pants up.

"Now get back to your seat and maybe I won't tell your
dad. He told me.

I stood up to pull my pants up; I was amazed my cock
was still hard. I sat through my dad's sermons
glancing at Jared wishing it was his cock I had just
sucked. I looked back at Mr. Blakely and it seemed
that he was staring at me. When service was over and
my father had greeted everybody I seen his talking to
Mr. Blakely. Oh shit the bastard was telling him I
thought and I knew if I tried to tell my dad what he
had done to me, that I would not be believed. The
strange thing was that my father was smiling. Then he
called me over.

"Michael, Mr. Blakely has told me how well you have
been doing in the youth group. As you know Steven is
leaving for college. This will leave Mr. Blakely
without an assistant; he would like you to take on
that position. I think it would be good for you and it
would make me proud. It would mean extra work for you,
he says you would have to meet with him on Tuesdays
for about an hour or two. Do you want to do this? He
asked.

"Yes dad I'll do it." I stated knowing I couldn't get
out of it.

I looked at Mr. Blakely and he was smiling. I was
worried what he was planning. I knew he was a widower
and lived alone. What would he want me to do when we
were alone in his house?

"Good, so please be at my house about 6:30 Tuesday
night.". Blakely said.
"That will be fine. My wife will drop him off and he
can call when you are done." My dad said.
"Oh I'll drive him home, no need to have your wife
come out again.". Mr. Blakely said.

We left for home to eat Sunday dinner. After I
finished eating and doing the dishes. I went to my
room to change out of my suit as always. I looked at
myself in the mirror and could see the outline of my
cock in my briefs. I started to rub it and it grew
hard. I dropped my briefs to the floor and sat at my
desk. I slowly worked my uncut cock up and down. I
didn't have to worry my parents never just walked in
on me when my door was shut. I closed my eyes and
imagined that I was with Jared. I had a Playboy and we
were looking at all the girls. Then we just dropped
our pants and started jerking our own cocks. Then I
began to talk about Mary, how she sucked so good, but
pussy tasted so nasty. He said he had never been with
her and never had a girl blow him. I then offered to
show him how it felt. I shot my cum on my belly as I
saw myself dropping to my knees in front of him. I
pumped out my load then brought my fingers to my mouth
and licked them clean. I scooped up the cum on my
belly and chest eating it all. For the next two days
all I could think about Mr. Blakely and what he was
planning for Tuesday. I knew the only reason he chose
me was that he could be me alone once a week. At the
very least he would make me suck his ugly cock, his
fat belly hitting my head, it was grossing me out.
Tuesday finally arrived, after supper my mom and I
left. We pulled up in front of his house; I slowly
walked up the path to his door, as my mom pulled away.
Why should she worry this was my father's trusted
assistant. I rang the bell and after a minute Mr.
Blakely answered the door wearing a robe. He stepped
aside to let me in. The hallway was narrow and my back
still rubbed against in fat belly. I heard the door
close and then felt a hand on my shoulder.

He pushed me to the floor, opened his robe and made me
blow him, then latter had me jerk-off on his cock and
belly. He made me lick up all my cum and blow him
again. This went on every Tuesday for the next five
years. He told me he knew I was a queer, that he seen
how I looked at other boys and men and if I didn't
he'd tell my dad.

This is what I thought of as a sat at the beach bar in
Manzanillo. Across from me sat another tourist, an
over weight fat guy. The only other person at the bar
was the bartender. I wanted to get a better look at
the fat guy. Ever since Mr. Blakely I had some how
learned to like chubby fat guys and one other thing
was that I learned I was a cocksucker. I started
sucking guys in school, but I liked Mr. Blakely the
best I didn't know exactly why at the time, but since
found out it was because the way he degraded me and
treated me as the cocksucker I was. I moved from the
bar to a table near the end of the deck facing the
beach. This was also on the other side where I could
get a better look at the fat guy. For awhile I just
looked out at the water and the few surfers. This time
of day most people stayed in out of the high heat of
the day. I looked at the chubby guy thinking how good
it would be to licking his big man tits and down over
his big belly. To feel his cock in my mouth and his
belly rubbing against my head. To feel him wrap his
flab around my cock as I rubbed it over his belly. He
noticed me looking at him, he said hello and I
returned the greeting. Then he spread his legs just a
little, just enough to let me know he knew what I
wanted. I finished my beer, walked to the bar to get
another one and stood right next to him. The bartender
walked over handing me another one.

"Hi I'm Tom." He said holding out his hand.
"I'm Bob." I answered shaking his hand.
"SO you're from the States?"  Making more of a
statement.
"Yes from outside El Paso." I stated
"Phoenix myself." He said.

We made small talk and I kept looking down at his
belly and crotch, then back at his face. After about
20 minutes of this he smiled at me.

"I only go with guys that will let me be in total
control. Guys that like to be degraded and used that
are slut boys." He stated

I looked at him, thinking could I have found a better
guy.

"Yes, SIR." I answered.
"Yes sir what boy?" He asked.

At first I didn't know what to answer him then it hit
me.

"Yes, SIR I am your slut boy to use." I simply stated.
"Well, let's test that out boy. Unzip me and take my
cock out." He ordered me.

I did as I was told not wanting to lose this guy. He
reached over the bar and grabbed a cocktail glass
handing it to me. I looked puzzled not sure what he
want me to do with it.

"You're going to make yourself a cumtail. You'll jerk
me off into the glass and then drink it right here."
He stated.

He ordered another drink as I took the glass from him.
He was drinking Jim Beane on the rocks. The bartender
set the drink in front of him and smiled at the both
of us then went to the other end of the bar. I took
his hard cock in my hand it was maybe three inches
with small balls. I just loved guys like this I could
take their whole cock and balls in my mouth. As I
jerked him up and down I placed the rim of the glass
to the tip of his cock. I increase the speed of my
jerking and he responded. Soon he was Cumming into the
glass. When he was done I removed the glass.

"Lick me clean boy." He ordered.
I bent down and licked the tip of his cock clean of
the leftover cum. I came back up with the glass. He
tipped his glass of Bourbon toward me and took a gulp.
I tilted the glass of cum to my mouth drinking it
down, but some stuck on the side. He looked at me
telling me he wanted me to get it all, but leaving it
up to me how I would do that. I knew I couldn't get my
tongue all the way to the bottom, so I took my beer
bottle and poured some into the glass swirling it
around. I drank it down, the taste of cum and beer was
more then I could handle and I creamed in my cutoffs.

"Well boy you did good, but look at you, shooting a
load in your pants." He stated.
"Thank-You sir for your cum, Sorry I wasted a load of
mine." I said
"Well you'll learn not to that again. You only cum
when I say you can." He stated.
"Yes SIR, sorry Sir. I couldn't help myself." I begged
for forgiveness.
"Well I think it's time to get to my room, where I can
have some real fun. Tip the bartender for both of us."
He ordered me.

I reached for money.

"Oh no you will give him a proper tip." He told me.

I looked over at the bartender he was rubbing his
crotch, which I could see held a hard cock. He was not
my type big build probably had a big cock. But I did
as I was told and walked around the end of the bar. As
I got in front of him I could see in was a dark
skinned Mexican. I dropped to my knees and reached up
to his zipper. I slowly pulled it down hopping that my
new master would call me off. He didn't and I pulled
his cock out of his pants, he was uncut and at least
seven inches. I looked back at Tom and he seemed to
love the position he had me in, he knew I craved his
cock and I wasn't going to get it unless I did exactly
as he told me. I slid down on his dark cock and he
grabbed my head. He faced fucked me quickly, soon he
shoot his load into my mouth. Some escaped onto my
chin and I licked it up then I licked his cock clean
and put it back in his pants. I went back around the
bar to my master.

"Follow me." Was all he said.

I followed him back to the hotel and the elevators. He
pushed the tenth floor and the doors closed.

"On your hands and knees." He ordered as he turned to
me rubbing the flab of his belly against my face.
"You will stay that way and crawl to my room slut
boy." He informed me.
"Yes Sir." I answered.

We rode to the floor without stopping. When the door
opened I followed him out on my hands and knees. His
room was half way down the hall. He sat on the end of
the one bed inside. I stayed where I was, waiting for
him to tell me what he wanted.

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