Roberto

I am a landman and travel quite a bit evaluating properties and negotiating rights with the landowners. One afternoon out of any place normal I stopped at Mexican place, El Sombrero, for a late lunch while driving back to Houston. The place was empty, three is past the lunch hour, except for a couple of tables and me.

My waiter was Roberto, middle aged, soft spoken, helpful. I ordered the enchilada dinner and a beer and he came back pretty quick, the microwave was available. He stood by me while I ate and talked and found out I was a landman and asked if he could ask me a question. Sure, go ahead Roberto. He rented a trailer on a piece of land and wanted to know if it was worth buying. The land with the trailer.

I finished and said look I'm leaving, but if you can get off we can go see the property and I'll give you my opinion. He got off and I said I would drive and drive him back to pick up his pickup. The place was about five miles out of town on a dirt driveway. The trailer was a one bedroom, old, it was hooked up to water and electricity, and had a septic system. The property was five acres, and bordered the FM road. The trailer sat behind the rise and hidden from the highway. As to mineral rights, those had been leased a long time ago to a small oil company.

In the trailer, it was smaller on the inside, one small bedroom and one bathroom and a kitchen with a breakfast bar, living area. On the small table in front of the television was a magazine in Spanish. Muscle men in small bikini and open on the table was a magazine with a man naked. He noticed and said something in Spanish, 'it doesn't bother you?' It's that I like men. Just like you, hombres machos y grandes Big and tall men. And without much fanfare he said I could kiss him.

Well now, what to do? I had to get back to Houston. But then again a bird in the bush is worth two in the air. And he liked to kiss and so do I. And he had a nice cut dick, which surprised me, most Mexicans are uncut. I sucked him while he stood in front of me, held his bare buns in my hands. He told me a couple of times that I wanted to I could fuck him. He spoke mostly in Spanish, but I know that language. I asked him to pose for me, like the men int he magazines.

I sat back while he posed naked, pretending to be a body builder. After a while I opened my pants and gave my dick to suck. He was a good boy, with experience. He asked me again if I wanted to fuck him. Usually you stay away from that, but why not. No condom, used some baby oil for lubricant, and fucked him on his bed. He was what one thinks of as a good fuck. I got off in him. He said thank you. He had a beer in his fridge and we sat on the couch naked, watching something on the TV, while leafing through his Mexican magazine of naked men.

I needed to leave but one last kiss was necessary, and one last chance for him to give me another blowjob. And one last fuck before I left. And Roberto was happy and I was happy and I left wishing that I didn't have to be back in Houston.

I researched the property and offered to buy it for him, let him pay it off over time to me. It's a bit far to go, but it's like a weekend place, the trailer is not visible from the highway and I part behind it. Roberto is what one thinks about as a good lover. He's always happy to see me. And just in case I might like it, he always has those Mexican men's magazines, naked men, and the body builders.