When The Gay In Me Came Out I Lived In Monterrey Mexico

I was in high school when I lived in Monterrey where my father was the plant manager for an American company there. We lived in a big house with a wall all around it. We had a maid and cook and gardener and a man who drove the car.

One day I climbed up on the roof, it was a flat roof, and walked around. On the other side was the garage for the cars and the shed where the gardener kept his tools. The shed had a long window across the top close to the roof, for ventilation and light. But I could see in from where I was standing, and I watched while the gardener was fucking this kid in the ass. I could barely hear, but I could hear enough to know he was telling the kid to keep still. I watched, and when they stopped I had a great big wet spot in my pants. My first unconscious wet orgasm.

For weeks after that I had wet dreams as I replayed the scene in my mind. One day I went to the kitchens, where the maids and the cook were and there was a boy there, older than me maybe but not too much older. He was the boy the gardener had been fucking. He had that look that later I would come to identify with gays and I looked back at him.

He came to the house after school to go home with his mother the cook when she got off. He stayed in the maid's quarters or the kitchen. I went down to the maid's quarters one afternoon and I pushed him into the bathroom and sucked his dick. I told him not to move around and let me suck his dick. I had never been that close to an uncut Mexican dick. He got hard and I used my hand to jerk him off and get him to cum. I got a mouthful of Mexican cum. Let me tell you you get addicted to it real fast.

It was my first overt sexual act, and a gay one at that. I forced him to let me kiss him, to let me finger his ass, to fuck him. I had him suck my dick. By then I was getting him up to my room where we could do what ever I wanted, I could lock the door. He was a gay kid, who liked being pushed around and fucked. I did everything that came to mind, even rimming his ass one time.

It was a bad thing for me when I went away to college. His mother no longer worked for my mother and I wasn't able to keep up with him when I went home to visit. But by then I had identified the look of gays kids in Mexico and a little money goes a long way. I went to bed with my mouth tasting of cum and cum in my gut. It was the best time for me. As an adult, Mexico no longer has my name on it. I've learned that there are fun gays in Thailand and Brazil (I work for an international paper company).