Angel, my Mexican Beauty

It was hot, even on the beach. I dosed away in my hammock. When I woke up, I had a raging hardon. My shorts stood up like a tent. When I looked up, I saw that the boy in the hammock next to me was peeking at my dick. He too had a hardon and was stroking his shorts almost imperceptibly. For a minute or two no one moved. Almost automatically, I started to stroke my dick as well. The guy was cute, very young. Somewhere in my head I felt a danger signal: probably underage. 

He stepped out of the hammock, and now I could see how gorgeous he was. Rather tall for a Mexican, copper bronzed skin and unruly, long black hair. He had full lips and a beautiful row of teeth. “Let’s have a swim”, he said in broken English. He stretched out, pulling his arms over his head, twisting around slightly, so I could see his back. Strong swimmer shoulders, protruding shoulder blades, slender waistline. “Born on the beach, raised on a surf board”, I said to myself. His Bermuda shorts hang low over his hips, showing a tattooed flower growing out of the crack of his ass. I would love to see how much lower the tattoo would reach, where the roots were going to penetrate his body. He turned to me, smiled and said: “Vamanos, let’s go”. Who could resist such a beauty!

Ángel was a strong swimmer, and he had to pause now and then for me to catch up. Like a dolphin he dived in and out of the water, surfacing left and right from me. When he came up, he shook his head to get his hair out of his face and gave me a big smile. All of a sudden he dived under me and pulled my trunks off. I protested but he yelled: “You’ll love feeling the water streaming between you thighs”. With that he dived down and I felt him coming up just under me, his head caressing my chest, my abdomen, my dick. He dived again and this time I felt his head between my legs. His hair tickled my ass. He floated on his back and I swam on top of him and together we coasted on the beach. We wrestled for a while, feeling the strength of our bodies and we became even more excited. Oh, he made me feel 15 again! The sun warmed our bodies and gave life back to our dicks. He turned to me and kissed me deeply. “How old are you”, I asked, but I knew that he would lie. “I’m eighteen, he said. I’ll show you my ID when we are back. And how old are you?” “Seventy” I said and we both laughed, knowing quite well that we were both liars.

His body was soft like velvet, hairless. He had no inhibitions whatsoever. I kissed him and his body squirmed under me as if he were a snake. I buried my head in between his legs and kissed his oh so sweet anus and he pushed his butt up and around in pleasure. He pushed me on my stomach and kissed my back so erotically that I nearly came. I rolled away, ran circles around him and he tried to catch my legs. I fell on top of him and we rolled in the sand till I got his dick in my mouth. He struggled and found mine and before long we both came, squirting our semen into the sand. We heaved and kissed and laid in each other’s arms till we had calmed down.

When we returned to the main beach, he asked me if he could borrow some money. His backpack had been stolen and all his money and documents were lost. My first thought that he was a hustler and that this was time to pay up. But he looked so innocent, so honest, that I offered him to have instead dinner with me and stay overnight in my hotel. He laughed at me mischievously. We both understood that we would sleep little that night. During dinner, his legs touched mine and his eyes burned desire. Our talk was laced with innuendoes about the night to follow. One of the waiters looked enviously at me, the others disapprovingly. 

I’ll always remember this sex-toy. May be he was underage, but he was born for sex. When he had fully aroused me, he sat on top of me. My dick slid into his ass as if it were made for it. He leaned backward and slowly moved his body up and down. When he moved down, he relaxed his ass, when moving upwards, he tensed his muscles, making me more excited with every move. I started to move my butt up and down as well, but his hands pushed me down. “Slowly man, slowly”. I was the top man, but he was in control. He moaned, feeling my dick touching his prostate. He bent over and gently bit a nipple. I guided his free hand to the other nipple and he pinched it hard. I bounced up from the pain and he loved feeling my dick moving with it. He kissed my neck. It ticked me and I squirmed under him. I wetted my right hand and started to masturbate him, concentrating on the head of his uncut dick. He moaned and started to ride me faster. I was close to coming and started to heave. I felt his dick throbbing, bouncing up and down and suddenly his cum shooting towards me covering my face and hair. Immediately I came, sending electric shocks through our bodies. He continued to ride me slowly and I came a second time, shorter but even more violently. “Mi Ángelito, my little Ángel, I love you” I moaned.

The next morning he was gone, with my backpack, my money, my documents. I was panic stricken. Here I was: in a foreign land, without passport, without money. I looked in every corner and couldn’t think straight. The only thing I could think of was to catch the bastard, but probably he had taken the first bus out of town. I ran to the bus station and there he was, lining up for the bus to Mexico City. I ran towards him and before he could escape, I pulled my backpack from his shoulders, screaming “Ladron, ladron, thief”. The bystanders understood what was happening: that urchin had stolen the backpack of an innocent gringo tourist and they didn’t intervene. Ángel fled away but I was too exhausted to run after him.

Back into the hotel, I checked the content of my backpack. Everything was there, passport, money, flight ticket. Had I ever been lucky! I also found a travel pouch with an American passport, traveler checks and cash. Roger Wilborn, 33 years old, good looking. I memorized the picture, hoping that I would be able to return his documents to him.

That night I saw him sitting in a restaurant, all by himself. The place was near empty. “Roger, would mind if I shared your table”. Although he said “by all means”, his tone of voice was one of rejection. “How did you know my name?” he asked suspiciously, and I told him how I got his travel pouch. He lit up and we shared our Ángel stories. When he told me about his night with Ángel, I became jealous: I had not been the only one that Ángel had concurred. Back into the hotel, I gave Roger his pouch. He was overjoyed and kissed me affectionately. We held each other and I felt the tension receding. He caressed my back, pushing his hand under my shorts. I felt my dick swelling and I let myself fall down on the bed, pulling Roger with me. Roger wasn’t a great lover and soon he left. “Take care and stay away from Ángel”, I said. “I’ve learned my lesson, buddy”, and with that he left. 

I was about to dose away when a slight knock on the door woke me up. I opened the door and saw Ángel standing there, head down. I froze, not knowing what to do. Had I caught him at the bus station, I would have beaten and kicked him ferociously. But now, I didn’t know what to do. “I came back to bring you your keys”. With that he handed me the keys of my San Francisco apartment. “And sorry for the backpack” he added. For a while, we stood there in silence, and then he started to walk away. “Where are you going?” I asked. “To the beach, to sleep”. Before I knew it, I had invited him to share my room that night. Ángel could not believe his ears: “After all that has happened?” was the only thing he knew what to answer.

When he came out of the shower, he was his old self. He kissed me slightly on the forehead and nestled himself next to me. Little by little, my anger faded away. He caressed me lightly, his fingers hardly touching my skin. I turned and kissed him, hesitantly at first. He came closer and played with my tits. We kissed, more passionate now and I knew that tonight we would make love, not just have sex. He whispered loving words in my ear and pulled me on top of him. There was no stopping. I softly bit his nipples and he started to groan. I wetted my fingers and rubbed them around his anus. He pushed his butt up and begged me to take him. When I had entered him, all fury broke lose. He groaned and moaned loudly, twisting his agile body under me in all directions. He wanted to feel my dick touching each and any part of his ass. I put my forearms under his back, pulling his shoulders forcefully towards me. My dick entered him deeply. I pulled his butt up high and he cried from joy. “Harder, harder” and our bodies banged into each other vigorously. My dick was inside him as deep as it could ever go. When I was about to come he cried, “I’m coming, Oh, I’m coming, ooohhhh, ooohhh” and it was as if lightening stroke. Our bodies shivered for quite a while. I kissed him deeply, telling him how much I loved him. “Mi Ángelito, my little Ángel, I love you”. He whispered “I love you too, mi amor”. If only I could convince him to move to San Francisco! Exhausted I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, Ángel had left, with my backpack. “Oh no, not again” and with that I ran to the bus station, just in time to see the bus for Mexico City pulling out. From behind the window, Ángel was waving good-bye to me, sending me hand kisses and giving me the most endearing smile. I ran alongside the bus, raising my clinched fist.

When I returned to San Francisco, I found an e-mail from Ángel, apologizing for all the problems he had caused me. With the money he had found in my wallet, he would be able to pay for a coyote to smuggle him over the border. He promised me that soon he would be with me in San Francisco. He loved me and wanted to be with me forever and ever. “Please write me soon, I’m longing to hear from you, to hear that you have forgiven me. Mi amor, I love you. 

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