Bi-Sexual Male / 47
I miss my old job. I spent quite a bit of time at the company's assembly plant in Mexico. I stayed at the same hotel, which was a block from the plant. Most of the other people who came and went stayed downtown but I liked the small hotel and it had a breakfast included. At the hotel I got to know the night clerk pretty well and would go down during the night to visit with him while he did his work.
He was my type. Fifty or so, gray hair, mustache and whiskers, big pot belly and he wore his pants up tight under his belly. He spoke English reasonably well and I spent an hour or two talking to him. I would finally have to turn in and go back to my room and masturbate fantasizing about him. He was the reason I stayed at that small hotel and the reason why I traveled so much to the plant. But in spite of my fantasies and spending a couple of hours a night talking to him nothing came of it.
Not until I was there over a weekend and I had gone down to the central square for a visit, along with half the town, and I was sitting on a bench people watching and he came up and said he was surprised to see me there. He looked different in the afternoon sun, standing beside me. I asked him to sit and he said he was there because he was with his wife and mother in law and they were over there across the square. After a few minutes he excused himself and said he had to go be with his wife.
After a while, maybe ten or fifteen minutes he came back and he said he wanted to invite me to his house for dinner. He had told his wife I was a good customer at the hotel and I was always his friend and maybe I would like to have dinner in a family and not alone. I accepted and the dinner was a typical Mexican working man's dinner with beer and coffee. He wasn't working that night and after dinner he suggested that we men go out and have a drink at this small bar down the street and get away from the women.
The bar was small, maybe six tables and four stools, only working men and most drunk or getting drunk. He ordered Tequila and after a few drinks of that I had I was getting dizzy. He got close and asked me in Spanish if I liked Machos. After I more or less shook my head he repeated that he knew I liked Machos. he said he thought I liked to suck dick. And there in Mexico it was a custom to be friendly to foreigners and especially to foreigners who liked dick. He was holding his dick in his pants and grabbed my hand and asked me if I wanted to touch. Without any further hesitation he told me to follow him and went into the small bathroom out back.
He took it out, and between the Tequilas and the night his dick looked huge and I did what I had wanted to do for so long, I got down and sucked his dick. He let me suck him for a long while, he was semi hard and from time to time he would buck his hips and shove his dick in my mouth. I used my hand giving him a hand job while I sucked until he said that it was enough and when I stood up he got to my pants and I helped him lower them, he sucked me for minute and then turned me around and said he had to fuck me. The bathroom was small and I had to make an effort to bend over and he got behind me and after rubbing me with his dick he got hard enough and started the process of working it in.
It took a while but I liked that even more, except that my legs were getting tired of being bent over and I was holding myself against the door. He did manage to get it far enough and to start fucking. He came quickly and he pulled out and pulled up his pants as I pulled up mine. I love sucking a man right after he came, and I got down and made him let me suck him for a minute. We walked out of the bathroom, we had been in there for a quite a while and went back in and ordered two Tequilas and we downed them. We walked back to his house and he told his wife to call me a taxi so that I could go back to my hotel.
We became better friends and he made time away from the hotel to see me when I visited the plant. I miss my old job, not because of the work, I miss my old job because I miss being able to travel to Mexico and see my friend from the hotel. We exchange messages, but he can't afford to travel, and I can't justify a trip back to there without raising eyebrows as to why I am going there.
He was my type. Fifty or so, gray hair, mustache and whiskers, big pot belly and he wore his pants up tight under his belly. He spoke English reasonably well and I spent an hour or two talking to him. I would finally have to turn in and go back to my room and masturbate fantasizing about him. He was the reason I stayed at that small hotel and the reason why I traveled so much to the plant. But in spite of my fantasies and spending a couple of hours a night talking to him nothing came of it.
Not until I was there over a weekend and I had gone down to the central square for a visit, along with half the town, and I was sitting on a bench people watching and he came up and said he was surprised to see me there. He looked different in the afternoon sun, standing beside me. I asked him to sit and he said he was there because he was with his wife and mother in law and they were over there across the square. After a few minutes he excused himself and said he had to go be with his wife.
After a while, maybe ten or fifteen minutes he came back and he said he wanted to invite me to his house for dinner. He had told his wife I was a good customer at the hotel and I was always his friend and maybe I would like to have dinner in a family and not alone. I accepted and the dinner was a typical Mexican working man's dinner with beer and coffee. He wasn't working that night and after dinner he suggested that we men go out and have a drink at this small bar down the street and get away from the women.
The bar was small, maybe six tables and four stools, only working men and most drunk or getting drunk. He ordered Tequila and after a few drinks of that I had I was getting dizzy. He got close and asked me in Spanish if I liked Machos. After I more or less shook my head he repeated that he knew I liked Machos. he said he thought I liked to suck dick. And there in Mexico it was a custom to be friendly to foreigners and especially to foreigners who liked dick. He was holding his dick in his pants and grabbed my hand and asked me if I wanted to touch. Without any further hesitation he told me to follow him and went into the small bathroom out back.
He took it out, and between the Tequilas and the night his dick looked huge and I did what I had wanted to do for so long, I got down and sucked his dick. He let me suck him for a long while, he was semi hard and from time to time he would buck his hips and shove his dick in my mouth. I used my hand giving him a hand job while I sucked until he said that it was enough and when I stood up he got to my pants and I helped him lower them, he sucked me for minute and then turned me around and said he had to fuck me. The bathroom was small and I had to make an effort to bend over and he got behind me and after rubbing me with his dick he got hard enough and started the process of working it in.
It took a while but I liked that even more, except that my legs were getting tired of being bent over and I was holding myself against the door. He did manage to get it far enough and to start fucking. He came quickly and he pulled out and pulled up his pants as I pulled up mine. I love sucking a man right after he came, and I got down and made him let me suck him for a minute. We walked out of the bathroom, we had been in there for a quite a while and went back in and ordered two Tequilas and we downed them. We walked back to his house and he told his wife to call me a taxi so that I could go back to my hotel.
We became better friends and he made time away from the hotel to see me when I visited the plant. I miss my old job, not because of the work, I miss my old job because I miss being able to travel to Mexico and see my friend from the hotel. We exchange messages, but he can't afford to travel, and I can't justify a trip back to there without raising eyebrows as to why I am going there.
