From: an22866@anon.penet.fi Subject: STORY: Puerto Vallarta Date: Sun, 27 Jun 1993 03:46:47 GMT I sat in the condominum high above the Playa Los Muertos on the Pacific Ocean and watched the NBA finals between my Chicago Bulls and whatever team they heppened to be playing this year (the opposing team does not matter as we come to think of the NBA finals as our annual end of spring event in Chicago). I was rather suprised because I was watching the finals on the Atlanta NBC affiliate - local Atlanta news live on the west coast of Mexico too. What is the world coming to? Of course the Bulls won. Gigantic waves were crashing onto the beach with a steady, rhythmic roar, there was a breeze blowing in off the ocean, the sky was brilliant from a billion stars, but it was as hot as an oven. Is there any wonder why everything in Mexico seems to be variations on a theme of brown? It had been a busy day, I did not feel like going out, so I sat on the big balcony overlooking the ocean, the beach, and the northern section of the city as it terraced up into the mountains. No much seemed to be happening on the beach tonight and the streets seemed relatively quite - quite unlike the mayhem I knew was taking place in my Wrigleyville neighbor- hood back in Chicago as the city celebrated another Bulls victory. All I could do was sip more of my wine and sweat. I eventually noticed that there was someone on the balcony of an apartment on the floor below me, yet off at a diagonal. Just as I had been sitting in the dark, so was he. I had no lights on in the part of the apartment which would have shone out onto the balcony, and neither did he. I could tell that it was a young man, and that he was wearing only a swinsuit. That is all I was wearing as well. His was of the bikini variety while mine was very loose fitting boxers. Although he was very quite, he was also very animated as he got up several times an went back into his apartment. Eventually, he turned on a little lamp in his apartment which allowed a small amount of light to shine onto the balcony. This illuminated him ever so slightly. As I continued to watch him (I knew he was aware that I was up above him) he appeared unaware that I was there. Eventually he began to massage his crotch through his swim suit. "So, he's going to give me a show," I thought. "Two can play this game. I can also pretend that I am unaware of his presence." I started to massage my dick through my swim suit as well. My balcony buddy went back into his apartment after about five minutes of working himself to an erection. I knew he'd be back. In less than a minute he was back, carrying a drink, and completely nude. His dick was also very, very erect. He sat in a loung chair and started to slowely jack off. Following his lead, I took off my swim suit and started to jack off slowely as well. But, I upped the ante a bit. I had a pair of binoculars on the balcony, so I picked them up and started to observed my partner a bit more closely. What I saw, even though it was fairly dark, was quite a picture. The young man jacking off on the balcony below me appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties; he, of course, had very thick black hair, yet his body appeared to be otherwise hairless; he was relatively slim, yet he did have a fair amount of muscular definition; he had Mayan facial features, slightly corrupted by Conquistedor blood; his skin was a deep brown; and his dick appeared to be about six or seven inches long, somewhat thicker than I would have imagined for his statute of about 5'7", and it had a generous amount of foreskin. He was hot! Once again, he went back into his apartment. This time, however, he returned with a pair of binocluars of his own so that he could watch me. So, I decided to reward him with more of a show. I got up and walked to the edge of the balcony, facing him. I stroked my dick to full erection and allowed it to extend out over the railing on the balcony into the turgid, humid, Mexican night. My dick is eight and one half inches long when erect and practially six inches in circumference. The large purple head of my dick was glistening from precum and illuminated against the night sky by the stars, the moon, and the light of Puerto Vallarta below us. My friend was clearly impressed as he increased the pace of his pumping hand on his brown dick. I wondered if he had ever seen a black man's dick before? He turned his back to me, yet continued to look over his shoulder at me as he began to knead the cheeks of his very tiny butt. We continued to tease each other like this for what seemed like an eternity. I had to have this delectable young Mexican man. So, I pointed to the beach assuming that he would interpret it as my wanting to meet him. He smiled very broadly and nodded his head in agreement. I pulled up my swimsuit, grabbed a shirt, and headed for the stairs as they were frequently faster than the elevator even though I was on the seventh floor and he on the sixth. I reached the street in front of our condo (Aguilas Serdan) before he did and I started to walk slowely toward the beach which was only a few feet away. Very quickly, he appeared behind me and we walked to a little sea wall justa few feet from the end of the street. It was only 11pm so there were still a few people occasionally strolling along the beach. As he sat next to me, we started to chat with each other, however, he did not speak English, and I speak very, very little Spanish. Even so, I had the advantage in the language department. "Estaban" was even more beautiful up close than I could have imagined him with the aid of binoculars. He was eighteen, one of the first things I wanted to know. As we tried to communicate through my halting Spanish Estaban very expertely reached into my swim suit and began to feel the length of my dick. He was fascinated by the size of it, and he was equally as fascinated by the fact that I am black. Estaban repeatedly made reference to my size at 6'2" and 190 lbs. He did not seem to know where he wanted to put his hands next. My very well defined chest, my washboard stomach, my balls... everything seemed new and exciting to him, which was in turn, very stimulating to me. We kissed several times and it became clear that he wanted my dick in his mouth. Estaban leaned over and started to envelop my precum lubed dick into the hottest mouth I could every recall having had my dick in. It was incredible and sensual. Now, I was reeling from all the stimuli, just as he appeared to be taken aback by me. The sand around my feet, Pacific Ocean waves crashing onto the beach, Puerto Vallarta terracing up toward the mountains, this beautiful brown boy worshipping my body... I didn't want to cum quickly. Also, I was a bit concerned about fucking on the beach as we were relatively exposed to any passers by. So, I regrettably pulled Estaban from my rock hard dick, kissed him, and said "let's go for a ride." We were both able to walk the few feet back to the street with my eight and one-half inch erection pointed toward the mountains, and his six and one -half inch dick pointed toward the mountains. We climbed into my little Volkswagon beetle (a 1990 model made in Brazil) and headed up to the hills so I could pick up the south road out of town. Even thought I knew a little about the south road, at least the part of the south road which winds past Mismaloya (of "Night of the Iguana" fame), Cabo Corrientes, and heads down the coast to Manzanillo, I really did not have a clue about where we were going. But with Estaban sitting next to me which his shorts down around his ankles, his very rigid brown (and suprisingly fat) dick dripping pre-cum all over the passenger seat, getting there would be a lot of fun. Estaban had also worked by shorts down as best he could and was alternating stroking my big dick and wrapping his hot lips around the purple head to get as much of my pre-cum as possible. Everytime I would down- shift, Estaban would stroke my dick. When I go back to a higher gear and relax he would take the head of my dick into his mouth. I also wrapped my hand around his burning dick. Whenever I'd get a straight stretch of highway (which wasn't often as the south road winds and zig-zags along cliffs high above the ocean) I jack up and down the length of his beautiful dick, reach under his balls and finger his very tight ass. About a mile before Chico's Paradise, Estaban suggested I pull as far off the road as possible. The road took a sharp bank at this point, so that when I pulled off the road, we were headed down hill somewhat. "Great" I thought, since any cars passing would not likely see the beetle below the embankment. It was clear that Estaban knew the area. When I realized what this area was like, I was once again in sensory overload. Estaban and I walked through what appeared to be ruins of an estate which was never completed. There was a series of walls which would have partitioned off future rooms. This structure was almost flush against the edge of a high cliff, perhaps a couple of hundred feet above the Pacific Ocean. There was an interesting contradiction in the light for even as it was very dark, since there was absolutely nothing around, it was very bright because of the indredible array of stars and the moon. It was Estaban's light. In this magnificant setting, Estaban wanted to worship my body. His tongue was in my ass, in my arm pits, on my chest and nipples, and constantly around my dick and balls. Whenever he'd come up for air, I'd pull him up onto my body, we'd kiss and grind our torsos' together. Precum from both our straining dicks liberally coated our crotches almost cementing us together. Estaban had a healthy appitite, but I was able to work him into a sixty-nine position because I wanted to taste this sweet, brown, eighteen year old. His hard dick felt good in my mouth. We both came in torrents in each others' mouth. It did not take either of us long to revive. We pulled each other up, leaned against the frame of a potential window overlooking the ocean and tried to grind our crotched into each other. I wanted to fuck Estaban now. I wanted to slid my hugh dick into his tight ass. It was very painful for Estaban, so we did not continue to try. Yet as I continued to stand, leaning against the window fram, Estaban placed the head of my dick against his ass and started to jack me off. It did not take me long before I was shooting streams of cum against the cheeks of his ass. The drive back into Puerto Vallarta was sensual. Swimsuits still around our ankles, I did not feel the need to drive so fast. Estaban sucked gently on my periodically rising and falling dick for the entire drive.
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