Tex Mex Chapter 13
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Chapter Thirteen
We didn't make to the chalet until nearly 11:00pm due to the connecting flight taking off late. Once again Amber had come through for us with flying colors, and the keys to our Toyota 4Runner rental were waiting for us at the airport. I programmed the address she gave texted me into the GPS and we got to the cabin about 20 minutes later. The door used a code, which Amber had texted me also, so I punched in the code and walked in. As usual, the place was perfect. It was like a miniature version of one of the big national park lodges; exposed timber beams, log furniture, lots of wood and leather everywhere. It was set up like three master suites, each with its own bathroom, all with king beds. We were so worn out from the travel and all that happened this morning that we all just crashed.
I was crazy hungry when I woke up around my usual 5:30, when it hit me that we were in a house, not a hotel. So, I jumped online and found places that deliver breakfast. I ordered enough to feed us all and they said it would be 30 minutes. Thank God, there was a coffee maker and some of those little pre-measured packets of coffee; it was never really good but it would be good enough. As soon as the coffeemaker quit sputtering, I poured and cup and headed to the deck to watch the sunrise. When I stepped out the door, I became painfully aware of the different climate we were in versus Cancun yesterday. I quickly did a U-turn and sat on the big leather sofa and covered up with on the throw blanket hanging on the back. The delivery gut showed up about 6:15, so more like 45 minutes. I sat the bags of food on the coffee table and dug in. The wall of windows framed the mountain view nicely. The house remined dead quiet until around seven or so, when, of all people, Wayne came in to join me.
"Man, I'm starving. Airplane peanuts don't keep a man going for long" he said. I nodded to the sacks on the table and said "there's coffee in the kitchen, too." He made himself a plate and sat beside me pulling part of my blanket over him.
"Jax, I'm sorry I ruined your trip" he said between bites.
"You didn't ruin anything, buddy. We're still on the trip" I told him. "Besides, you're my best friend and I wouldn't want you to end up anally incontinent from being reamed out by Weeble Wobble, I understand man." He tried not to smile.
"That's not funny, Jax" he said, just before his shoulders gave away his silent laughter. "Dude, I never thought I'd meet my match, but that son-of-a-bitch like to have killed me. My ass has never just gone into spasms HOURS after sex before."
"Well, I tried to tell you" he interrupted me "...yeah, shop for love, not length. I know, I know. It's just the big ones are so fun to play with."
"Maybe you can find a happy medium. Supposed to be a lot of hot bear types around here" I said. "Speaking of bears..." I said as Luis came from the bedroom stretching and yawning.
"I hope you got enough of that to go around" he said sleepily. I continued "...Ursus Mexicanus. And yes oso, I have plenty. I ordered for five, but the restaurant must have very, very hungry people around here."
Halfway into his breakfast, Luis said "I think we have a problem. All we packed were shorts and bathing suits. We need some clothes." He pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket and flicked through the contacts until he settled on one.
"Hola Remy!" he said "hazme un favor, primo. Ropa. Si, solo jeans y camisas de manga larga. Para yo, 36/34 Wranglers y XL camisas." He looked at me and I gave him my sizes and told him me and Wayne wore the same sizes. I ran in the bedroom and checked Randy's shorts he left in the floor but the tag was removed. I shook him and asked him his sizes and shook Felipe and asked him too, then reported back to Luis. After a few more minutes of general conversation, how's your momma `n' `em, etc. he hung up.
"Remy will be here before lunch with cool weather clothes for us" he said.
"Where is Remy?" I asked.
"Denver" he said. "and don't worry about money, I told him to send the bills to Garza Holding."
I guess it finally dawned on Randy that somebody just woke him up to ask about clothing sizes, he came in and said "what the hell just
happened?"
Wayne got up to go to the bathroom and Luis leaned in toward me and said quietly, with a twinkle in his eye, "Wayne matched us, I'm going to try to match Wayne. It's the least I could do."
"So, Remy is not your cousin?" I asked.
"Oh no, Remy is my cousin, he's also gay and single. He isn't hung like the Weeble Wobble, but he's bigger than me down there, and he has a fetish for lean, blonde blancos con culos apretados" he giggled.
"What does that mean" Randy whined. I ignored him.
"Uno problemo" I said "not sure how apretado Wayne's culo is right now after riding the poste de teléfono the last couple of days."
"Hey Siri. Translate `culos apretados'" I heard Randy saying.
Wayne was walking back into the room "tight asses" he said before Siri could answer.
"Spanish lessons?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that" Randy answered.
After everybody was up and had eaten, we decided to play some pool on the table in the house until Remy arrived with our new clothes. Luis beat me, then Wayne beat him. Wayne was about to play Felipe when Remy arrived. To say Luis was holding out was an understatement. Remy looked like a slightly younger version of the Mexican soap opera star Valentino Lanús (google him). Wayne was suddenly more interested in clothes than I'd seen in a long time. We each sorted out our part of the pile, and Remy said he should go, it was a long drive back to Denver.
"You shouldn't have to spend such a short time with your cousin, why don't you stay over" Wayne said.
"I really should go" Remy said "I have so much to do at home."
"Like what, primo?" Luis asked, sarcastically. "Please do tell of these pressing matters to which you have to attend?"
"Well, I have to do the laundry and go to the grocery store"
"Oh, dear. These are things that couldn't possibly wait a few days" Luis said, even more sarcastically. Then to me, Luis said "Jackie, I will bet you a crisp $20 bill that our Remy here has, in his trunk, a prepacked "party bag". He always used to carry and bag with spare clothes in case he decided to crash away from home."
"Don't take his bet, Jackie" Remy said. "I'll go get my stuff and call my roomie and tell her I won't be back today" as he went out to the car. Wayne looked like somebody slapped him.
"His roomie is a `she', that's great" he said.
"His roomie is his hermana, my prima Emilia" Luis said. "Remy prefers his fun, much like us, on the stick."
Wayne immediately perked up again, "I better go see if he needs help getting that in" he said, running out the door. We all busted out laughing after watching that roller coaster of emotion unfold in the last 45 seconds. We all went to get changed into the new clothes. Remy did a great job of picking out really nice-looking outfits. Wayne came out in his new skin tight 501s that left nothing to the imagination. When he bent over to tie his shoe, Luis and I watched Remy checking out Wayne's muscled ass moving around beneath the denim. Wayne turned around and adjusted himself very deliberately, then acted coy and said "oh, Perdóneme" batting his eyelashes, flirting with Remy.
We decided to ride over and take the gondola ride to the top of Aspen Mountain. In the gondola I watched Wayne doing a signature move of his; faking unsteadiness so he could push his ass back into Remy, trying to judge how much he had in those tight black jeans. We walked around the top of the mountain for a while and since it was already close to 3:00 we decided to eat at the Sundeck. We ate, then sat and talked for a long time, enjoying the view from the outside eating area. Randy and Lipe were getting fidgety so, as not to torture them with us boring old folks, I suggested we go back to the chalet. The ride down the mountain it was obvious that Wayne's charms were having an effect on Remy; it was becoming almost embarrassingly obvious what he was hiding in the tight black jeans from the mysterious crease going from his zipper up toward his left hip. When we got off the gondola and headed toward the car, he took off his light jacket and held it in front of him.
Back at the chalet, Wayne said the food made him really tired and he was going to have a siesta. Remy yawned and Wayne said "it's a king bed so plenty of room if you want to lay down a while too." Nonchalantly, Remy shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't matter and followed Wayne into the room. We were all quiet for a minute and you could hear the door being locked. Randy said "You know, I'm actually pretty sleepy myself." "Me too" joined Lipe. I looked at Luis and asked "Are you `sleepy' too, amado?" "I'm always `sleepy' for you, amante." We all separated and started a three-room orgy. If anybody had come in, all they would have heard is the sounds of slapping flesh and moans for the next 30 or so minutes.
Me and Luis took our siesta in 69 style. I took my time on him. We didn't shower yesterday because we were too busy getting kicked out of our hotel, so we had almost two days of masculinity built up on us. As I told you before I have a thing for the man smells. I buried my nose in the space between his muscular thigh and his big ball sack and sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth, rolling them around in their loose casing. As I lifted them up, I could smell the spicier odor from his taint and further down. I came back up and skinned his dick. There is a certain smell that a 2-day used but unwashed uncut cock has. It is definitely an acquired taste, but if you happen to be an afficionado that smell will drive you lustfully insane. I took his whole dick in one long plunge until I could feel the head throbbing against the back of my Adam's apple. At the same time, I heard him spit and then a meaty finger dove into my ass and began rubbing my prostate until my peter was harder than Latin grammar. He pulled me into his mouth but didn't let me out of my casing he suck/chewed on the wrinkled end of my foreskin, occasionally darting his tongue into it to suck out the pooling precum. He made a loop around the back of my sack using his index finger and thumb and pulled down, stretching my balls while he continued swirling his tongue around the end of the foreskin. I started tongue fucking his piss slit with rapid flicking motions and felt his back tense up. I was getting so close from what he was doing but it was just shy of enough to put me over the edge. At least is was until he suddenly jerked my foreskin all the way back and held it tight while he bobbed on my sensitive glans as fast as he could go. I didn't even have time to think, I just started blasting cum into his mouth. As soon as I started to recover, I resumed flicking his piss slit while I jacked him, with my other hand I slipped into his crevice and started tickling his culo. Borrowing a trick from him I jerked his skin back quick and sharp like he had for me and I was suddenly awash in cum. I turned around and we kissed, sharing the fruits of our labor. Then I really did take a siesta with my nose buried, you guessed it, it that hairy pit.
Lambodara 9/17/20
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