Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2002 21:04:15 -0400
From: Franklin Pangborn <franklinpangborn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Maracaibo Souvenir

I picked up a Venezuelan guy at the bar last night.  It's not an easy thing
to do here in Ottawa.  Not too many Latin Americans cruise the gay scene in
this city.  And none turn out so eager to please as Ramon was.  The things
this macho was willing to do surprised me: he was passive to the point of
submission.  And what a great fuck, tightest ass I've squeezed my cock into
in a long time.  He looked and acted real butch, but he took it like a
lady.  And he was a shouter too, that really turns me on.  When I first hit
on him he was kind of cautious and didn't really seem too interested in
picking anyone up - he seemed more interested in taking in the ambience.
But when I found out he was from Maracaibo I surprised him by telling him
I'd spent a year in that city.  He immediately got as friendly as if he
were talking to his oldest pal in the world, asking me where I had lived
and what I was doing there.  I surprised him further by answering in
Spanish, telling him how I had been an English teacher at an American
institute there.  When I felt I had his trust, I related how I had seduced
a couple of my students into sucking them off.  I could see I was turning
Ramon on.  So I told him about my experiences in the Arcand household.

The Arcands were a family from Quebec, friends of my parents, who had moved
to Venezuela years ago.  Patrick Arcand worked for a geosciences contract
company that lent its services to the local oil companies.  I was just out
of college, looking for a job, and they invited me to stay with them and
maybe get a job teaching.  I took up on their offer, and soon found myself
living in a big apartment in Maracaibo, being treated like the third son.
Marie and Michel, their daughter and son, were about my age.  It soon
became evident to me that the Arcand's purpose in welcoming me in their
household, was to secure a nice French Canadian boy like myself for their
daughter.  So they'd leave us alone quite often, and would ask me to take
her to the movies or go walk with her to the neighbouring bakery.  They
used any possible opportunity to throw us together, and I believe Marie did
have a crush on me.  I played along with the matchmakers for a while, but I
began looking for more time to spend with the twenty year old Michel.

I didn't have much hope of getting it on with Michel.  He had a steady
girlfriend, Carla and was the stereotype of young straight maleness, down
to the scantily clad bimbo poster hanging in his room, a passion for
automobiles and weekend soccer practices.  I loved it when he came from
practice, because before taking a shower he'd parade around the house for a
while with his shirt off and sport shorts, displaying his hard chiselled
chest.  His legs were another work of art, sculpted by years of running
after soccer balls.  But the piece de resistance was his picture-perfect
ass, which filled out his shorts beautifully, and looked even more
succulent the few times I caught him walking around in his underwear.
Michel would turn into a sort of exhibitionist on the few occasions we were
left alone in the house.

One weekend, we were all invited to visit some old working mate of
Patrick's who lived in the city of Barquisimeto, a 5-hour drive from
Maracaibo.  But Michel had an exam he was preparing for so he couldn't go
along.  When I heard this I got excited at the opportunity of seeing more
of his hot body, if only to enrich the already frequent jack-off sessions
in which I'd fantasize getting fucked by that stud.  I invented an excuse
about preparing an exam for the following Monday.  Marie was visibly upset.

"Maman, I really don't want to go to Barquisimeto either" she said.

My heart sank. I knew Michel wouldn't walk around in his briefs with his
sister around, and I was sure I'd have to spend at least another boring
evening with her at the movies.  I swear I was containing myself from
grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking some sense into her.  But it was
Michel who saved the day and convinced her of going, reminding her how long
she'd wanted to skate again: Barquisimeto boasted the only ice rink in the
region at that time.  If I had known then what I know now, I would have
realised that he too wanted to be left alone in the apartment with me.

Marie and her parents left early Saturday morning, so by the time I awoke
they had left.  I walked towards the kitchen, poured myself some orange
juice and joined Michel in the living room.  He was in his underwear lying
on the sofa in front of the TV, laughing at Daffy Duck.  I tried not to
look too much at the hunk sprawled on the couch, so as not to get caught
staring at his bulge, and more importantly, not to spring a hard-on which
the loose shorts I slept in would not have been able to conceal.  He
adjusted his balls when I sat down next to him in the armchair, looked at
me and managed to grunt out a "Hey, Daniel".

"Watching anything interesting?"  I asked him.

He picked up the remote and began turning channels as he rubbed under his
flat stomach with the other hand and said, "Nothing really... but if you
see anything you like, just tell me."

How I wanted to answer that remark, but I didn't have a clue to his
intentions that morning, so instead, I just took another gulp of orange
juice.  With the glass raised to my face I took another quick look at
Michel's crotch.  His hand had found it's way inside the underwear,
probably to switching his dick to another side.  I put my glass down and
unconsciously licked my lips.  At that moment he took his erect cock out
and looked at me:

"So, Daniel, see anything you like?"

"Stop playing around, Michel"

"C'mon Michel, I've seen how you look at me. I've noticed how you sometimes
get erections when I'm around.  It doesn't happen when you're with
Marie. You're queer, man!"  He started stroking his cock.  I started
deniyng it, but he persisted.  "Don't worry man, I don't give a shit if you
like guys. I even let this fag at practice suck me off once.  It was better
than fucking Carla, man. She doesn't like to suck my cock.  But you fags,
you are really good cocksuckers, man."  He kept on playing with his
erection. "I'm really in the mood to get sucked right now. C'mon, Daniel,
you want to suck my cock?  I won't tell nobody..."

By now my own cock had gotten hard and made its way out of my pants leg, so
I really couldn't keep up the charade.  And I didn't want to.  I got up,
knelt in front of the sofa, and pealed his underwear off.  I grabbed his
cock, puckered up my lips, pressed them against his dick's head and lunged
down on him.  He let out a deep sigh, and relaxed on the sofa, while I
expertly deep throated him, showing him what he was missing with Carla.  I
lovingly caressed his balls and switched from sucking to licking his shaft.
I licked his balls and the length of his shaft, kissed the head, licked
around the crown.  I explored every inch of Michel's manhood.  I looked up
at him and saw he had his eyes closed.  Maybe he was fantasizing about
Carla.  I was going to have none of that!

I got up peeled my T-shirt off, grabbed the half glass of orange juice and
poured it on his chest and crotch.  I didn't give him time to react, and
got down to licking the liquid off of his chest, flicking my tongue around
his hardened nipples and then his flat stomach while I masturbated him.
When his torso was licked clean I again wolfed down his cock, putting my
hands underneath him to grab on to that beautiful rump.  He began moaning
and grunting, closed his legs tight and shot his spunk in my mouth.  I used
my discarded T-shirt to wipe off the excess sperm from my lips.  He looked
down and saw my cock jutting out at him.  He nervously got up and said he
had to take a shower.  I went into my room, lay in bed and while replaying
the scene in my mind, jacked off until I had shot a load onto my chest and
stomach.  I smeared it all over me while I waited for Michel to finish off
in the bathroom.  When I heard the shower turn off, I got up, wrapped a
towel around my waist and crossed paths with Michel coming out of the
bathroom.

He didn't manage a word, just smiled and arched his brows as he passed by
me.  He seemed kind of embarrassed.  "You're welcome, pal".  I thought to
myself.  But I had nothing to regret, since sucking Michel off was a
fantasy cum through, if you'll excuse the pun.  I stepped into the shower
and cleaned up.

When I had dressed I went out to the TV room, and there was my
exhibitionist friend, still sitting around with only his towel wrapped
around him.  I decided to sit with him and engage in our usual small talk,
just to make the situation as normal as possible.  But he stared at the TV
in silence for the longest while.

When the commercials were on he commented on one: "Fuck, what I wouldn't do
with a car like that instead of my crappy old Malibu."

"Yeah, I hear that Mitsubishi has the best engine in the market", I
replied, not having the least idea what I was talking about.

Then, as if it was the next logical line in the conversation, he asked:
"So... had you ever sucked a guy off before me?"

"What would you say?" I asked him.

He grinned wide.  "Yeah, stupid question.  It was fantastic, man, better
than Javi at soccer practice.  You could give him some pointers"

"Why not invite Carla for the class, let everyone benefit?"  I said.  He
started laughing.  After a small pause, he asked: "What about, you
know... do you...  - have you ever been fucked?"

It was an embarrassing question, but I stared at the television and stated:
"Yeah, I take it up the ass IF I like the guy enough".

"Yes, of course. Cool!", he said, and also turned to staring at the TV.
But I knew it was coming, and seconds later he said:

"But, you like me, don't you?"

Moments later, in his room, and with the help of Marie's hand lotion, I was
being vigorously penetrated by Michel.  It took him a long while to come a
second time, so we got to switch positions many times.  He climaxed when we
were face to face, so I got to see his expression of pleasure and relief as
he shot his cum inside me, my legs awkwardly trying to wrap around his
thrusting body.  That weekend we made love three more times, the height of
which was in the master bedroom, where Mme. Arcand had a large mirror.  I
delighted in watching myself suck on Michel's cock, and shot all over
myself when I sat on his cock facing the mirror.  The sight of my asshole
slowly inching down on his erection at the same time I felt his member
invading my body was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.  I got to
lick his beautiful round ass while we showered together the next day and
even fingered his asshole, but he politely turned down my hints at
penetrating him.  In our last session in my room, Michel somewhat lost his
straight inhibitions and would occasionally stroke my cock if the position
we were in allowed it.  While lying belly up on my bed with my head hanging
off the side, he fucked my mouth and managed to cum deep inside my throat.
He then lay on top of me, his balls on my face and took my cock into his
mouth.  But his initial instinct was to deep-throat me and he gagged, which
made him lose interest in cocksucking.  So he jacked me off while I
massaged his buttocks and took in the musky smell of his balls.

In the following months, Michel and I became best of pals, and but we
seldom found the right occasion to make love.  My growing neglect of Marie
made the Arcands gradually pull the welcome mat, and I soon moved out to a
small studio apartment where I sampled the best studs Maracaibo could
offer.  But they were usually very butch, always active tops with the
occasional cocksucker thrown in for good measure. I invariably began to
believe there was no such thing as a Maracucho bottom.  Until last night at
the bar in Ottawa.

When the drinks and the detailed narration of my sexploitations had
loosened up Ramon enough, I took him to my apartment where he proved to me
that there were exceptions to the "maracucho" macho.  He was all over me
and couldn't get enough of my dick.  He didn't let us reach the bedroom, so
we made do with the living room couch.  I sat down with my shirt still on
and my legs tied at the ankles by my pants and underwear that couldn't slip
right off because this hot man had not given me time to take my shoes off.
But Ramon's tongue made up for the discomfort.  He licked every inch of my
shaft and gave my balls the same attention, his bushy moustache adding some
extra tickling torture.  He paused to slip his shirt over his head.  He had
a completely smooth chest and rather large brown nipples that I admired as
I unbuttoned my shirt.  He was able to undo the last buttons, and slid my
shirt behind me forcing my arms to be tied behind my back.  He sat on my
lap, his hard denim pressing against my erection, and he held my hands
behind my back with his as he kissed me.  I could taste the tanginess of my
own precum in his mouth.

He began kissing and licking down my body going back to attack my sore
cock.  At this time I could have easily finished taking off my shirt, but
somehow I was enjoying feeling helpless to receive the pleasurable
punishment Ramon was giving me.  He pulled me forward till my ass was off
the couch, and while slurping up and down my dick, he proceeded to stick a
finger into my ass.  He began masturbating me while using his other hand to
give me an anal massage with two fingers.  He felt I was beginning to work
up to a climax and he pulled his fingers out of my butt, stood up and help
me to my feet.  He knelt down in front of me and started jacking me off
while gently caressing my balls, pointing my cock at his face.  At this
point I could no longer maintain balance, so I freed my arms and held on to
his shoulders as I blasted cum all over his face and chest.  He seemed more
excited by this cum bath than anything else that had happened.  He stood up
again. My cum was beginning to slowly stream down his body towards the top
of his jeans.  We kissed and he intentionally pressed against me as if to
glue our bodies together with my spunk.  His cock was still an aching
prisoner in denim.

I told him to slip off his jeans while I struggled with the entangled mess
of shoes, pants, underwear and socks all around and at my feet.  By now he
was in his white briefs, his long hard cock slung tight to one side.  He
reached his hand in to rub the head of his cock.  I licked my lips, but
decided the couch had seen enough action for tonight.  We headed for the
bedroom.  He got on top of the bed lying face up and I crawled on top of
his body, kissing him.  He opened his legs and I lay between them so that
my spent cock lazily met the hardened meat waiting behind the white cotton.
He wrapped his legs around me while we kissed and I made humping motions. I
then broke the embrace to pull his underwear off.  What greeted me was a
nice seven-inch mushroom shaped dick, thinner at the base but getting thick
towards the large bulbous head.  He put his legs on my shoulder and I dived
down on him sucking up and down the length of his dick, but now and then
delighting in just holding the head in my mouth and letting my tongue
explore its whole surface, giving special attention to the underside and
the opening, from which precum was beginning to ooze.  I got up to
reposition myself in bed to keep on sucking him off in hopes of getting a
similar facial to the one I'd just given him.  But the moment he saw that
my cock had gotten excited from giving him head, the tables got turned.  I
suddenly found myself lying on my back with Ramon slobbering on my cock in
an evident effort to lube it up.  He sat down on my cock and winced as my
erection made it's way up his ass.  He shouted and started cussing loudly
as he began to ride my dick.  I was sure the neighbours would know what was
going on, but I was so excited that there was no way I wanted him silent.
He began stroking his meat as he slid up and down my shaft.  But he began
to loose pace as he was getting tired.  We switched positions back to
missionary and I plugged myself back into him.  He continued stroking
himself and using Spanish curse words I hadn't heard in years.  I kept
driving my cock into his warm chute.  His loud yelps and whimpering turned
me on to the point of no return, but sensing what he liked most, I pulled
out in time to cum all over his body again.  He grabbed my cock and greased
his hand with my cum and began stroking his own meat with my slippery man
juice.  I inserted two fingers into his ass, which helped him cum all over
himself, his spunk mingling lovingly with mine.  We kissed and I got up to
go to the bathroom.  I looked at him sprawled on my bed, his torso shiny
from our lovemaking, and a satisfied look on his face.  The sight of him
will be another great memento I'll keep from sunny Maracaibo.

Franklin Pangborn

Maracaibo, April 2002