Around 1981 I took a vacation in the Dominican Republic in the Caribbean, rented a car in Santo Domingo and drove north to Puerto Plata, then east following the coast around the island. I guess I should note here that I'm bisexual. I have a girlfriend and get it on with a guy only a few times a year when I'm out of town.
On about the fourth day as it was getting dark, I was running out of gas and the only station in the next town didn't take VISA. Using most of my cash for gas, I asked some local boys where there was a bank. One boy (who was really was proud that he could speak English) said he would show me . He hopped in but unfortunately when we got there, the bank had just closed. I asked if there were motels that may take credit cards (this was a small town) and the boy said he'd show me. As we drove I learned he was 14 and had learned English from a man from Connecticut who wintered there (in the best home within 50 miles). He seemed very close to this man and after further conversation admitted he had sex with this man for money.
I was getting hot with this young mulatto boy in short-shorts (every young man in DR wears short-shorts) sitting next to me. But because of his age, I wasn't about to get involved. I don't know how the locals feel about pedophilia but I wasn't about to get a tour of a DR jail. However, I couldn't resist just asking him if he'd have sex with me. Rather than answer, he pulled up the left leg of his shorts and let his erection pop out...and smiled.
As tempting as he was, I immediately returned him to the gas station and boogied back to a hotel on the sea I had seen earlier. As soon as I got to my room I went in the shower and beat off. I don't think my cock had gone soft in the half hour since I dropped the kid off. I hung around the hotel that evening and considered hitting on the bartender, the bus boy and a traveling businessman but instead, I ended up jerking off again and sucking the cum off my fingers.
The next day, I continued my tour but now I was horny. A ways down the highway in another small town, I had to stop behind a line of dump trucks and out my window I spotted some older teens across the road hanging out at a small store. One, about 19, was exposing his large brown cock and I imagined he was bragging about fucking his girlfriend. But then he looked up at me and pointed his cock in my direction, wiggled it and smiled. The trucks moved on and I continued but after a few blocks, I just had to go back. I made a left and circled behind the store and came up to the stop sign on its left. The boy saw me and came over.
"What do you want," he asked in Spanish.
Rather than make small talk, I replied "I want to suck your cock."
He shrugged and said okay, 10 dollars. I said five and after a little bickering he settled on five. We drove about a mile out of town and turned just out of public sight onto a dirt road into a cane field. I usually prefer going down on my knees but I was so ready I just leaned over, the cue for him to take his fat 9-inch cock out, and I took in as much as I could. Because I don't do it that often (and really don't like oversized meat) it's easy for me to gag and because his cock was bent downward, I couldn't get a good fit. So I got out and went to the passenger side, and had him swivel with his legs out the door and lean backward. Now I could lean over him and let the curve of his cock better track the angle of my throat.
With my thumb massaging his prostate, he came within a few minutes and shot at least five times, each had to be a tablespoon, and though I tried to swallow each load, half of it drooled down my chin and onto my shirt - which he thought was funny.
"Are you gay?," I asked on the drive back.
"No," he said, "I like girls. But I let tourists suck me for money."
"Do a lot of tourists want that," I asked.
"Some. Americans and British people mostly," he said.
I asked if it was common for young DR men to have sex with tourists. "I don't know," he said. "But I would say yes. Money is money and who cares who sucks your cock."
I followed the highway inland toward the town of San Francisco and stopped to buy a gift for my girlfriend at a roadside shack selling local-made statues. The shopkeeper was a boy of 18 (I asked) and though not as attractive and much blacker than the guy earlier, I paid him for a statue and asked if he wanted to make $5 more. He said yes but didn't ask how. There was no one else in the shop and little chance anyone would stop so I just told him I wanted to blow him. He motioned to follow him behind a curtain where he pulled down his shorts, exposing his soft dick.
I went on my knees and began sucking and it took a full two minutes for him to get hard but a nice 6-incher, uncut of course, developed and I eagerly suckled it for its juice. He grabbed my head at the as he tensed with orgasm but pulled out as he started to cum, letting his first squirt hit my forearm. I pulled him forward forcing his cock into my mouth and held on until he was finished. I swallowed and licked my lips and watched him grin as I licked his first rope of cum from my arm, when I got the feeling someone was watching. I looked left and sitting there were two boys, one about 7 and the other about 13. Both had come into the shop and watched intently enough not to make a sound during the BJ. And they said nothing as I paid the $5 and left the store.
I wondered if all DR young men were as blase about homosexuality. Sure, they were making money and $5 is a lot to them, but what about the moral issue? I decided if I found another willing fellow I would ask him to do me, just to see if they were as readily go both ways.
I had just two days vacation left, so I drove as fast as I could to Casa de Campo, one of the Caribbean's premier resorts. The resort has traditional hotel rooms as well as stand-along houses aroudn the golf course. Everything is very upscale.
The hotels were filled so I was given a house, showered and changed and went back to the hotel area to check out the bars and restaurants. After walking the beach and dinner, I sat at the outdoor bar watching the merengue floor show and my waiter. Just before closing I propositioned him. He wouldn't do it there but suggested I meet him at a bar in the nearby town of La Romana. Unfortunately, La Romana is really seedy, even by third-world-country standards and not at all safe. I said I would, but actually I returned to my house and beat off.
Next morning, I awoke to the clatter of a lawn mower. I made coffee and kicked myself for not going through with it the night before. Through the window I watched a young man on a riding mower go to and fro across the back yard. I took a cold Coke from the fridge, went to the door and waved it to catch his attention. Within a few seconds he saw me, turned off the mower and came over for the frosty drink.
He was in his early 20s, thin and muscular and more Latin than Afro in appearance. What the hell, I thought, held up a $10 bill (the smallest I had) and asked if he wanted to come in for sex. He thought for a moment then entered. I could smell his sweat and plus being covered in grass cuttings, I suggested he take a shower. He dropped his shorts and kicked off his sneakers and showered while I watched through the glass door.
Then I dropped my shorts and went in the shower, on my knees and put his soft cock in my mouth. He got hard shortly but with the tile shower floor killing my knees, I led him into the bedroom and mounted him there. I was getting better and was able to take much of his 7-inch cock into my mouth but his aggressive humping made it difficult not to gag. I stopped for a breather and licked his cock and balls when there was a knock at the door.
"Ay shit," he said. "Mi compadre." He excused himself and went to the door to speak to his workmate who obviously wondered what had happened to him. A moment later he returned. "Quisiera chupar a mi amigo por diez mas dolares?"
Hell yes, I'll do your friend. too, I said. The friend, who was smaller in stature and with softer features, went to the shower as I asked, returning to the first guy who had lost his hard in the process.
A few minutes later, the friend emerged still wet from the shower and came to the bed. I went down on his already hard cock which barely was 5 inches long. After a several seconds, the first guy said to hurry as they had to get back to work before their boss came by. I returned to his cock which returned hard almost immediately my warm mouth engulfed it. I sucked hard and fingered his ass and prostate and was successful in bringing him to orgasm. He shot his cum and immediatley wiped his cock with the sheet, put on his shorts and shoes and headed back out his mower.
The friend, who had remained hard, pushed me on my stomach and spreading my legs, began wetting my ass with spit. I don't take it in the ass so I said "No lo hago. Solo in la boca.". He said okay and turned me over and straddled my chest with his dick close to my mouth. I leaned up to take it but it popped from my mouth. He was too small and I was too broad of chest for him to mount me comfortably. Instead, he flipped around and began sucking my bulging cock, with his dick invitingly rubbing my lips. We remained in 69 until I couldn't stand it and came hard in his mouth, followed almost immediately with my taking in his cum, which was considerable, considering the small size of his penis.
I felt generous and gave him $20 for which he was grateful as he headed back out to his yardwork.
Batting 100%, it was a pisser that my vacation was up. It reminded me of my pre-hetero teen years when I was a cocksucking machine. I went back the next year and connected with (if I remember correctly) 8 out of about 12 guys I approached. (One took me to his condo where he and I and his boyfriend spent two very busy days.) Later, I met a guy from Virginia who had gone to the Dominican Republic for years for sex with younger boys. But I wasn't about to take any chances and stayed with legal age.
But then AIDS became very public and I curbed my appetite and never went back.