Frankenstein's Castle
My friends George and Ray and I went on a weekend to El Paso, Texas. George had friends there we could stay with and we could cruise some bars at night. On Saturday night, we went across the border to Juarez, Mexico. We walked up and down the main street, looking in souvenir shops and checking out the many bars along the street.
Along the way was a place called "Frankenstein's Castle". It was supposed to be a wax museum of horror stories. We decided it would be fun, so the three of us went inside.
There was a young, Mexican man selling admissions. We each bought a ticket. Another, young Mexican man was the tour guide. He led us into the dark interior of the museum.
There were many small dioramas depicting Mexican horror stories. All of the "wax" figures looked like they were made of paper mâché by first graders. They were really bad. To add to the scariness of the experience, the tour guide would flip the light switch at each scene so the lights would blink on and off. Since we weren't familiar with any of the Mexican horror stories, it wasn't scary at all.
The tour was really getting boring until we came around a corner and there was a large diorama of Frankenstein. This diorama was twice the size of the others. There was a tall figure of Frankenstein standing in the center with his hands chained up to the ceiling. The tour guide blinked the lights as he had at the other exhibits. Suddenly, the chains fell away and Frankenstein walked off the platform toward us.
We all three screamed and ran. The lights came back up and Frankenstein was gone. When we had recovered our courage, the tour guide continued the tour. We saw more cheesy, not-scary figures. There was a fairly good scene of a large spider on a large web where we stopped as the tour guide told the associated story.
Just as we started to walk away from the spider scene, Frankenstein walked around the corner right where we were. We all screamed and ran again, although not quite as scared as the first time.
That basically concluded the tour and we were at the main entrance again. George had such a fun time being scared, he wanted to go again. So, we each paid the admission and took another tour.
The second tour was just as boring as the first one, but when we got to Frankenstein, we knew what to expect. When the chains dropped and Frankenstein walked toward us, we didn't run. We just stood there. George was about as tall as Frankenstein and George asked him to take off his mask. It was a rubber, full-head halloween mask. Frankenstein didn't want to remove the mask, until George offered him five dollars. Then the mask came off.
The young, Mexican man in the Frankenstein costume was very handsome with dark hair, brown eyes and big dimples in his cheeks. He was about 6'3" tall. George began to flirt with Frankenstein. Flirting led to groping, and soon George had his hands in Frankenstein's pants.
Meanwhile, the tour guide went around the corner to the entrance to tell the guy at the admission counter what was going on in back. Soon they were both back where Frankenstein was being molested.
George decided he was more interested in the guy from the front desk. Ray hooked up with the tour guide, which left me with Frankenstein. I didn't mind at all. He was really handsome.
As our activity was getting pretty erotic, the tour guide led us to the back where there was a small office. It had a couch and a table and a couple of chairs.
George took his front desk guy to the couch where they began to make out. Ray and the tour guide were standing to one side undressing each other. Frankenstein and I were at the table.
I am normally a little shy around people I don't know, but George had already got Frankenstein turned on and he was eager to follow through. Frankenstein began to undress himself and I helped. When he peeled off his costume shirt, he had beautifully developed pectorals, and washboard abs. Quarter sized nipples lay flat on his brown skin. Since I am only 5'6", his nipples were just the right height for me to lean in and suck on them.
I licked his nipples and sucked until they stood erect from his firm pecs. He continued to undress. He took off his costume pants and revealed a large bulge in his black bikini briefs. I cupped the bulge in one hand and massaged it until it produced a large spot of precum on the front of his briefs.
He began to undress me. He pulled my t-shirt off over my head and dropped it on the table. He ran his hands over my muscular chest, the result of my former gymnastics training. We kissed. He had a spicy taste as he pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth. I sucked on his tongue and he sucked on mine.
While we kissed, he stuck his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my athletic shorts and pushed them down over my white, bubble butt. They fell to the floor. I never wear underwear, so I stood there before him naked.
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Both our cocks were hard. His was still wearing his bikini briefs, but I soon had them pushed down his thighs. His cock was uncut, and stood out 8 inches from his dark brown pubic bush. It was a thick, heavily veined cock and precum was dripping from his foreskin.
We each massaged the other's ballsack. My my groin and balls are shaved smooth. Otherwise my body is naturally smooth. His ballsack was lightly covered in black hair. Black hair covered his legs.
Frankenstein and I continued to make out, kissing and running our hands over each other's body. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees in front of him. His hard, precum dripping cock was in my face. I stuck out my tongue and collected precum on the tip and brought it into my mouth to taste. He was sweet and salty.
I opened my mouth and took the foreskin covered cockhead between my lips. I ran my tongue around the plum sized glans inside his foreskin. I pulled the foreskin back revealing a maroon, swollen mushroom head. I licked all over the head and more precum flowed in to my mouth.
I then proceeded to slowly lower my face onto his manshaft. I wet the veined rod as it sank into my mouth. It soon was pushing against the back of my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and the large head slipped into my throat. His black pubes were against my nose and lips. I swallowed and massaged the underside of his throbbing cock with my tongue.
I pulled my head back and his cockhead slipped from my throat until it was just inside my lips. I moved forward again taking the head down my throat again. As soon as Frankenstein felt the pleasure I was providing his manhood in my mouth, he began to face fuck me.
He was a good fucker as he gently moved his large organ back and forth between my lips. I could tell by his breathing and increased pace, he was getting close to cumming. I wanted him to cum, but I wanted it in my ass. Frankenstein had too big a cock to not take advantage of having it inside my mancunt.
I pulled off his cock, much to his disappointment. I quickly turned my back to him and bent over the table. I spit on my hand and applied the saliva to my rosebud anus. Frankenstein got the message. He didn't need any instruction. He placed the foreskin-covered, mushroom cockhead against the entrance to my nether region and shoved inside. It was a rough entry, but once he was inside the pleasure overrode the pain.
He had lost a little of his closeness to climax, but he quickly found his fucking stride and was riding my white, bubble butt cheeks toward orgasm. He really pounded my backside with his strokes in and out of my hungry ass. My own dick was dripping precum onto the floor of the office.
I squeezed his thick cock with my ass muscles as he plowed in and out of me. He was hitting my prostate with each stroke. I was getting close to losing my load also. I bucked my hips back to meet his powerful thrusts. We were rocking the small table. I hoped it didn't collapse under our weight and action.
I glanced at George and the front desk guy. George was on his back on the couch with his legs in the air. The front desk guy was between his legs fucking him. His brown, bare butt was bouncing up and down as he screwed George. George's eyes were closed in ecstasy.
George loved being fucked as much as I did. George was actually the one who first fucked me. I was in love with George, but we were both bottoms, so I couldn't give George what he wanted and needed in a partner. Once I accepted that fact, we remained close friends. I still loved him, but not as his lover.
Ray and the tour guide were naked, still standing. Ray was sucking the tour guide's cock. I couldn't see it since it was in Ray's mouth. The tour guide had a flat, brown butt and hairless legs. He was holding Ray's head in both hands as he fucked Ray's face.
Frankenstein was getting faster as his manmeat plowed my ass. I could tell we were both going to cum soon. I milked his cock with my ass muscles. He held my hips as he rammed his cock in and out of me.
"Ayeeeya!" he screamed as I felt molten cum fill my bowel. He held his groin against my butt cheeks as I felt load after load of his manseed pump into me. He began fucking again and he came some more. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter, trying to get as much of his milky cumload as possible.
HIs large cock continued to grind against my prostate until my own dick let go of its baby juice. I shot cum all over under the table onto the floor. As I experienced my own orgasm, my ass muscles were spasming causing Frankenstein's balls to keep unloading in to my ass through his big cock.
Finally, Frank's climax subsided and he collapsed on my back. I rested my body on the table top. I saw that George had his long legs wrapped around the front desk guy who was lying still on top of George on the couch. Ray was still sucking cock on his knees.
When Frank regained his strength, he withdrew from my sore, but satisfied, ass and went to a refrigerator and got us all a Coke. George and front desk guy were sitting up, side by side, on the couch. Ray finally drank the tour guide's load and they were enjoying their Coke sitting on the table. Frank and I joined George and admissions guy on the couch.
We all talked and laughed about the "wax" museum tour. Frank's name was actually Pablo. Front desk guy was Manuel and tour guide was Aurelio. I had one hand on my Coke and the other was in Pablo's lap. I was enjoying cupping his package and gently massaging it all. His eight uncut inches were coming alive again, and I wanted another ride on this handsome Latino's member before we had to go back across the bridge to America.
When I had his cock standing proudly over its brown bush base, I got up and straddled his lap. His cock was rubbing my ass crack and my ball sack. I started kissing him again and he kissed back. The more we kissed the harder his cock got. Pablo was sucking my tongue and I sucked his in return. My own dick was leaking precum which ran from my dick piss slit and down my balls to between Pablo' thighs.
I was hot and ready to ride. I raised my bubble butt off Pablo's lap, reached behind and guided his precum dripping cock to my cum lubricated anus. It slipped inside the anal ring and I sat slowly onto his lap again. We resumed our kissing as i ground my ass against his thighs, trying to get as much of his manhood inside me as possible.
In the meantime, George and Manuel had moved to the end of the couch. George was bent over the arm of the couch facing me, and Manual was plowing his ass from the backside. George and I could see each other's face as we enjoyed having our mancunt's filled with mancock.
Ray was lying on his back on the table and Aurelio was fucking him hard. The table was rocking and scooting on the floor. Again, I hoped it didn't collapse.
Pablo was breathing hard and I could tell he was close to his orgasm. I wanted this ride to last a long time, so I raised up and let his cock pop out of my ass. Pablo was disappointed, but I would make it worth his wait.
We continued to makeout. I tickled the inside of his ears with my tongue. I kissed my way down his neck to his nipples. I gently pinched one while I sucked on the other. When I had them both standing erect, I switched and sucked the other. I could feel his swollen cock pulsing underneath my balls. Every time it would throb, it would lift my ballsack. It reminded me how good that hard, fat cock felt inside my hungry ass.
I raised myself again, and with one hand guided his slimy manhood back to the entrance of my manchute. It slipped easily inside me and I began to ride. I ground my butt back and forth along his thighs. Then I would raise and lower myself, up and down the hard shaft until just the knob of cockhead was inside me and I would lower myself again to grind against his wiry pubic bush.
I was hitting every nerve in my ass I could find, and massaging my prostate with every stroke. I was getting close to cumming myself. My throbbing dick was leaking precum like an open faucet. I leaned in and met Pablo's lips with mine. I pressed my mouth hard against his and sucked his tongue as if I wanted to swallow it. I was bouncing my bubble butt fast on his throbbing cock.
Pablo broke the kiss as he screamed "Ayeeeya!". Maybe that meant "I'm coming" in Spanish. Anyway, he was. I could feel his cock pulse with each volley of cum he pumped inside me. My own cock began to shoot my sweet gism all over Pablo's chest and mine.
I would grind my ass agains Pablo's groin, feeling cum squirting inside me, and then bounce up and down again to encourage more sweet manseed from his heavy balls. Finally, I accepted the fact that I had drained Pablo of all the juice he had to offer. I continued to sit on his lap, enjoying the feeling of fullness his cock provided to my anal canal. We continued to kiss and I enjoyed taking in the handsomeness of his face.
George and Manual had finished. Manual was lying on George's back on the arm of the couch. George had a satisfied look on his face.
Aurelio leaned against the table, which had withstood another beating, while Ray was on his knees in front of him. Ray was cleaning Aurelio's softening cock in his mouth.
At last, Pablo's soft cock slipped out of my ass along with some of his cum. I hated to lose it, but I had a good ride. We kissed some more.
George, got up from the arm of the couch and announced that we needed to go. It was getting late. The guys showed us the restroom where we could clean ourselves of stray cum. My chest, stomach and ass were covered in sticky man juices.
We each found our clothes and dressed. We said our goodbyes to Pablo, Manuel and Aurelio and left the Castle. It had been a unique and enjoyable experience for all of us.
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