Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2003 14:25:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mitchell Conner <fantasywriter000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jungle Boy

Jungle Boy
By Mitchell Conner

El congla.  The jungle.  It could've been the all
encompassing buzzing noise of the not-too-remote-from
populated-PuertoVallarta-jungle that obscured the sound of
the man who walked past us, his presence known only as he
was at our side.  A combination of sounds:  birds singing,
wind blowing through the thick forest, and water flowing
down a rocky creek drowned out the din of civilization and
replaced them with nature's white noise.  We'd followed that
rocky creek bed a half a mile into the jungle from the
highway leading out of Puerto Vallarta.  The short Aztec
looking man who made an embarrassed gap-tooth smile at the
two of us had followed our same path then continued on. But,
then, how do you react to the sight of naked and lean Latin
boy butt fucking a naked and muscular white man?

After the Aztec walked past us, I noticed he took off his
green nylon shorts and kept walking up the creek bed.  He
held the shorts in his left hand using it for balance as he
stepped from rock to rock, his right elbow moving in time
with his steps.

Chorizo.  Sausage.  Less than tasteful slang for cock.  But
say it out loud in Spanish and it rolls around your mouth
much like the real thing.

Moments before, I'd finally tasted Ramses chorizo.  It was
about six inches long, with a slight clockwise corkscrew
curve to it. Certainly adequate to uncork passion, as it
were.  It was uncut, and nestled in a small, triangular
patch of soft, black, short hair.  Above it, a wonderful
lightly rippled stomach and small, defined pecs covered with
milky brown skin.  Below it, balls contracted so compactly
in their smooth wrinkled sac you could hardly separate the
two... with your tongue.

An hour before, at the beach, Ramses had taken off his
shirt.  His loose fitting jeans had hung low on his waist,
the gray waistband of his underwear proudly proclaiming
"Jockey."  But could he be persuaded to ride me?  He went
down to the surf line and splashed water on himself.  His
wet hair curled slightly, and when he turned towards me the
rivulets of water running down his chest collected in dark
stains on that waistband.  Ramses looked at me with that
contrary combination of boyish innocence and knowing ability
that has reduced men to buggery for centuries.

A day before I had met him at a local club.  He was one of
the boys serving cocktails.  As rumor had it, many of those
boys served a lot more.  As I came to know him, I realized
that rumor is founded in the vanity of men who would rather
fantasize than act.

The service at this particular bar was that afforded ancient
warriors returning from battle.  A Hero's Welcome, as it
were. Greeted at the door.  Ogled regardless of the need for
ogling.  A hug and kiss if it were your second visit.  Or
third.  Or hundredth judging by some of the customers there,
those old guard Americano PV pensioners who stretch their
dollar and libido by living it up, and out, in Mexico.

"You want to dance?" Ramses asked.

I smiled a "Yes" and we moved to the dance floor.

Gee I wish I'd have been able to channel Jennifer Beals in
Flashdance right then, but she's not dead and they used a
double for her anyway.  It didn't matter, as we were both
smiling at each other and gyrating closer and closer as the
song progressed.

When Ramses had to return to work he led me over to the
corner near the bathrooms.

"Where's my kiss?"  Ramses asked.

I didn't hesitate, not for a moment.  Lips gave way to
tongues followed by hands gripping asses in a wet, hot,
intertwined embrace.  They say that in Mexico time passes
slowly, which is exasperating when you're hungry, but damn
fortunate if you're this lucky.

The kiss sealed more than our lips.  We each had to have
more.

"Can you meet me tomorrow?"  Ramses asked.

"Si," I replied, using exactly one-tenth of my known Spanish
vocabulary.

And so it was that I found myself in that creek bed, naked,
getting jungle-fucked in a foreign country in the sight of a
stranger.

As soon as we'd stepped off the highway we'd stopped and had
our first real kiss of the day.  A deep, satisfying, tongue
dance of a kiss that added fuel to the fire of passion left
unquenched in the sixteen hours since we'd met.

"Follow me," Ramses said.  And with that we'd started up the
creek bed.

"I've come here before," Ramses said.

Seeing my look, he added, "to be alone with my thoughts, not
for this."

Feeling that the intended act was thus suitably virginal,
even if I wasn't, I smiled and took off my shirt.  Ramses
reciprocated and I started to tongue his chest and nipples.
If they could have used the salty taste created by the ocean
water and Ramses' sweat as garnish on the edge of a
margarita glass I swear to God the whole country would be on
a drinking binge and tequila would be rationed.

Intoxicated by the taste, I got religious, going down on my
knees so I could go down on Ramses.  I opened his jeans and
slowly pulled the gray Jockey's down over, and around his
swollen chorizo.  I added his cock to my mouth as quickly as
I'd added that word to my vocabulary.  I decided right then
that when I flunked Spanish in grade school it was obviously
due to a lack of motivational instruction.

As I pulled back the foreskin of Ramses uncut cock it
exposed a clean, pink head that I tongued as I fondled his
balls.  Smooth balls, drawn up tightly in excitement.

Bum.  Butt.  The English call it a bum as well, or arse in
coarse slang.  In Ramses' case it was more like two small
cantaloupe halves that I could feel with my hands wrapped
around his waist.

Ramses grabbed my head, started fucking my face and uttered
a low moan.  I may have flunked Spanish but I always got
high marks in "Plays well with others."

The salty taste of his chest was replaced with the salty
taste of precum as I moved my hands around from his ass to
his stomach and chest, feeling the incredibly smooth brown
skin.

"Let's get naked," Ramses said.

The process took about as long as it does for you to read
this sentence.

I again kneeled, but turned Ramses around so that his ass
was in my face.  He leaned forward over the rock so that his
cheeks were pointed up and his tight little butthole was
exposed.  His ass was wonderfully firm, barely a bubble.
Like a majority of his body, it was also smooth, and I ran
my tongue up and down his crack, ending at the base of his
balls.  Ramses shuddered and I heard him moan.  I tongued
his hole and stroked his cock as he fucked my hand.  I felt
the precum slide between my fingers as he gently rocked his
ass into my face.

Ramses stood up and pulled me into an embrace, kissing
deeply, sharing our tastes, our tongues, and our passion.

"Turn around," Ramses asked.

When I did, Ramses gently pushed me forward so I was bent at
the waist, hands on a large rock, legs spread as I stood.

Then I felt his tongue start to play around my ass and
balls.

"Ey!"  Amazing how that word can convey "Oh My God" in only
two letters.  It's relation to "Oy vey" should be obvious.

I shuddered and let out a low moan.  Ramses started to
tongue my asshole, then moved his finger in to play deeper.

"I brought a condom," Ramses said.

"You want to fuck me?" I asked, doing my best to feign
innocence.

Ramses looked at me and smiled, one eyebrow cocked, as he
rustled through his backpack.

'That'll do for me,' I thought.

And then the realization.  Ramses had come prepared.  He had
planned to take me out into the jungle and fuck my ass.
This was not an accident of lust.  This was a plan of
passion.

Images of old Tarzan movies, that lucky "boy" wearing only a
g-string, and smooth skinned "savages" dancing around tiedup
white explorers lightning flashed around my mind.  Fuck
those old MGM musicals.

My own little picture show was then interrupted by a blunt
pressure on my ass.  I felt Ramses lubed finger gently play
with my hole, then the head of his cock press against the
opening.  I concentrated on relaxing while standing in this
semi-awkward position.  Ramses slowly entered me, grabbing
me by my hips as he drove his cock in deeper and deeper.  I
felt that small patch of fur at the base of his cock rub my
ass as Ramses moaned.  As he pulled back I rocked my hips
slightly and felt the initial sting of being opened up fade,
then turn into pleasure.  Ramses bent forward and started
driving his cock in and out of me, increasing the force each
time.  I felt his hands play with my nipples, my
balls, and my cock as he fucked my ass.

Coitus interruptus.  Latin for an interrupted fuck, and
since Spanish is a Latin based language it seems an
appropriate description of what happened when the Aztec
walked by.

It was a momentary "interruptus" however, lasting only until
the Aztec disappeared up the creek bed.

I swear that being discovered only made Ramses hornier, as
he pounded my ass even harder.  I could feel his cock
growing even larger inside me as his thrusts grew faster and
faster.  His breath scorched my neck and ear, hotter than
the humid jungle around us.

Ramses let out a low moan as he thrust hard into me one last
time.  I felt the white-hot cum he was shooting into the
condom as he held me by the hips, the thrust mellowing into
a grinding motion, the hair around his cock rubbing on my
ass.

"Stay in me," I whispered hoarsely, as I stood, legs still
spread, Ramses' chorizo still inside.  My cock was dripping
precum and pointing at the patches of sky visible through
the canopy of trees above.  Ramses grabbed my nipples and
licked my neck as I stroked my cock.

The jungle images I'd unknowingly harbored in some kind of
prepubescent sexual scrapbook flooded my mind again.  Ramses
and I were in some kind of gay porn version of a Tarzan
movie and dammit I was ready for my fucking closeup.

I came hard.  It felt like I'd never stop.  As the orgasm
danced around my body I could feel my ass tighten up on
Ramses' stillhard cock.  With him still inside me, I twisted
around so that we could kiss, our tongues reaching for each
other as he slowly slid out of me.

Ramses tugged off the condom, tossed it into the creek, and
we embraced.  It was deep, and sweet, and romantic, and
passionate, and lustful, and sexy and I'm-gonna'-take-you
home-to-meet-momma all at once, and I could only hear his
breathing and heartbeat as we held each other.

As I looked over Ramses shoulder into the jungle, I saw the
Aztec wearing only his gap-toothed smile as he turned and
disappeared into the trees.