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Dorm Encounters XXII: Spring Break
Jason and I decided to go to Mexico for Spring Break-- just the two of us. We had planned to spend the week in a romantic escape kind of mood, and made few tangible plans. Whatever happened, happened.
We flew from school to Mexico City and spent the night in a quaint little hotel right across the street from the park. After a wonderful dinner in the courtyard of the hotel during which we were entertained by colorful and very talented musicians and dancers, we strolled hand in hand through the park, marvelling at the ancientness of everything and discussing our lives. It was one of the most intense evening of my life. Upon returning from the park, we climbed in bed and curled up around one another, naked in the warm moonlit night. We slept peacefully and woke the next morning to make love slowly, effortlessly, and peacefully.
After a splendid breakfast, we rented a car and drove to my favorite place in the world, Cuernavaca. In this dirty little hidden town, my father owns a hotel/resort kind of place that literally takes my breath away every time I go there. It is called Las Mananitas (The Little Mornings) and is nothing short of Paradise.
Imagine parking your car on the dirtiest most narrow street in the world and walking a block or so. Imagine finding yourself standing in front of the largest, oldest pair of wooden doors you've ever seen. Cut inside the big doors is a small door with a large iron ring. You pull the ring, the small door swings open, and suddenly you have stepped into another world. Whereas the street was gray, brown, dingy, dirty, etc., the inside of this place was teeming with smiling people, absolutely resplendent in green, pink, blue, every color under the sun. For as far as you can see there is green grass, beautiful fountains, peacocks running all over the place, and tables with cheerful rich people sitting all over the place. This is heaven to me. No other place in the world cheers me up so fast.
We spoke with the Manager who knows me well (my parents came here 30 years ago, fell in love with it and bought it, to return twice yearly), and got our room, the best in the house.
I have to describe our room, too. Back in the back of the courtyard are several small buildings. Each is a "special" room, reserved for those with connections or a lot of money. You walk through a gate into your own private courtyard with its own private pool (quite small-- about twelve by twelve, I think) and then across your own little courtyard and through double doors into a beautiful sunlit room. There is a sitting room with elegant leather furniture, a bedroom with a massive king-sized bed, a small kitchenette stocked with most of the necessaries, and an enormous bathroom with sauna and whirlpool. Best of all, it's totally private. No one can see it. No one.
We paid the bellboy and ran around peeking and poking into everything. Jason comes from a middle class family and he had never seen anything like this in real life. I sat back and watched him, amused and touched by his curiosity and awe. I suggested we go into town for a while so I could show him the sights.
We went to the marketplace where he saw dead animals hanging from hooks, we tasted the many fruits and vegetables grown in the area, we lunched at a small restaurant on the pavilion, and we took in all the touristy things to see. Everywhere we went we were stared at, I think in admiration, I'm not sure. Jason is such a beautiful creature that man and woman alike have watched his every move, and I've rather enjoyed being attached to this object of such intense scrutiny. He seemed to love it as well, and smiled at everyone who looked his way. Hand in hand we explored the little town until we had gotten tired of walking.
We returned to Las Mananitas and went to our room. On the way the Manager told me that he had set two places at his table for us for dinner, and we would dine at 7 if it was convenient. I told him that we would be there, and Jason and I traipsed across the lawn to our room. Once behind the gate, I took him in my arms and held him at arms length.
"Baby, are you happy?" I asked.
He smiled that incredibly melting smile of his and said, "Yes. I know now what it is to be in heaven. All this beauty and you in one place-- I haven't come down from my high yet!"
I hugged him to me tightly, caressing his long silky hair and kissing the side of his neck. We stood like this for some time until I could feel the heat from his crotch. I dragged him inside and asked if he wanted to swim. He said he did, and we stripped, grabbed towels and ran outside to our little courtyard. We dove into the pool and came up gasping, treading water around each other like some sort of mating ritual for fish. We relaxed in the warm water until our muscles felt like butter, enjoying the birds singing in the trees, the smells of dinner coming from the restaurant, and the amazingly colorful flowers surrounding us.
We got out and kissed briefly, and went inside to dress for dinner. I watched Jason dry himself with rapt attention. He lovingly caressed every square inch of his wonderful body with the plush towel, and paid particular attention to his cock, which, by now, had risen slightly to the occasion. I stood motionless, watching him, and my heart swelled to the point of becoming painful as I realized that this man was what my life was all about. This man was what made me go from day to day.
We had a marvelous dinner with the Manager. The best wine poured freely, the best food in the house was presented for our opinions, and the conversation was scintillating. The Manager told me that my parents had just been there two weeks before, and that they had, as always, had a wonderful time. I gave Jason a chance to practice his Spanish and the two of them got along admirably. I am quite sure the Manager knew the exact nature of our relationship, but he said nothing. He smiled at me several times, though, giving me the idea he knew what we had planned for the evening.
As we finished dinner and strolled out into the gardens, the Manager pulled me aside and said, "Your friend Jason is truly a work of art, Senor Andrew. Never have I seen a more beautiful man in all my life. You are very good for each other, and I wish you all the happiness life has to offer."
I patted him on the back and smiled, unable to speak for fear of crying at these sentiments. I joined Jason next to the large pool where he was watching some wealthy American children swimming. I took his hand and led him to our room, not speaking a word.
I sat him down in the sitting room and poured a glass of icy Chardonay for both of us. I sat down next to him and put the glasses on the table. I took his hands and looked him in the eyes. "Jason, I've never brought anyone here before. I've never had such a significant relationship with anyone before. This place, you in this place, us in this place makes me happier than I have ever been. I love you!"
The tears running down my cheeks prompted his, and soon we were locked in each others' arms crying softly and caressing each other lightly. We broke apart and I made a toast. "To you, my wonderful, beautiful, loving man. And to us, that we may never be apart-- ever."
"Here, here," he choked out, and started crying all over again.
We set our wine glasses down and stood up, dropping clothes as we did. We ran to the bed, threw back the covers, and dove in. The mattress was soft, the sheets were clean and cool, and we rolled all over the bed locking in the most passionate kiss of our lives. We kissed and hugged for some time, relishing in the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. I moved him to where he was laying on his stomach, and I pushed a pillow under his stomach, raising his ass slightly in the air. "Now I am in charge here, Jason. Let me do what I want, OK?"
"OK," he said, rather sultrily.
It was all happening very slowly, very sensually, even though the lights were on and no music was playing. I felt more excited for that reason. Here in the bright room, a new excitement, a new discovery, was to be had.
I put my hands on his body, feeling the soft smooth skin and nearly going crazy from lust. I put my tongue on his leg. On his balls. On his inner thigh. Higher, higher higher. I spread his asscheeks open wide, and started slowly and carefully bringing him pleasure.
I kissed the inside of Jason's knee and let my mouth work up the beautiful boy's hairy thigh. I came to the ass and kissed both cheeks gently, nibbling a bit, biting a bit. Then I started the final phase of pleasure that I knew would drive him wild.
I licked his balls which were against the mattress between his legs. Then I sucked them in and released them. I blew my soft, warm breath over his asshole, rubbed my hair over it, touched it with his fingers, played with it, massaged it.
I looked at it. It was soft, smooth, dark, and surrounded with dark hair, the same beautiful silky smooth hair that flowed freely from his head. I put my hands on his buttocks.
Jason was moaning, "Andrew, please Andrew, suck it, oh please suck it...."
And then I placed my lips at the opening of his anus and the tongue he had been begging for finally touched the spot and the sensation was too incredible for me to realize.
I put my tongue in.
Out.
In.
Out. The rhythm slowly increased.
I suck and blew, all the while rubbing my lips against the buttocks. My tongue now began a rapid licking and lapping until Jason seemed to be going out of his mind.
I lay back on my back and had him stand over me, positioning him over my head. He bent until his balls touched my nose and his ass was fitted against my lips.
"Andrew, I can't stand it," Jason said as he moved his butt over my tongue. "I'm going to come!"
"Go ahead," I said, jacking on my own cock as well, "only don't catch it, let it run down, let it fall."
Jason brought his ass down hard and I shoved my tongue in it as far as it could go. At the same time, Jason grabbed his cock and began working it up and down frantically. Our breathing became labored, and that was the only sound to be heard other than the sucking I was making and his light moans.
After a few strokes, he came; it shot out of his cock and his hand stopped it from flying all over the bed. Then it dripped down, over his balls, and fell onto my forehead, and onto my hair. He fell to the side and watched my cock erupt all over my stomach, chest and face, and then crawled all over me, licking it off.
"Wow! That was unreal," Jason said, still panting.
"I know, baby. I know." I said, smiling.
We talked for a while, showered, and then slept, wrapped in each other.
The rest of our stay went much the same way. The sex was minimal, but exquisite. We ate our way through the town, and became literally the talk of the town everywhere we went. Heads turned and people seemed to kill themselves to make us welcome and happy. When we said goodbye to the Manager of Las Mananitas, he told us to come back soon, and we vowed to do exactly that.