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I stepped across the other side, once
A healthy early thirties male I go on a business trip to Guadalajara Mexico. I stay at a nice hotel and the morning boy who brings the coffee is very courteous and nice and using my broken Spanish, he spoke good English, I tell him I'm new to Mexico and he offers to show me around. We agree and we take off on Saturday, he has to work that night, but the day is open. He shows me the places to see and we end up at this authentic Mexican restaurant for lunch (3 p.m.)
While we're having lunch I keep looking at him I have this urge to kiss him. When I put my hand on his he doesn't retract it. I put my hand on his thigh under the table and he puts his hand on mine. After lunch he offers to take me to his apartment. He is so nice, it had to have been the evening light, he's equipped with a smallish but totally shaved ** and he is very smooth all over. He takes his time with my ** in his mouth and only after kissing does he lay over so I can get on top of his back and nature takes it's course and I have one of the most satisfying ejaculations of my life.
I'm not gay. Far from it. My one experience down in Mexico is many years ago now, but I remember it like yesterday. Sometimes when I'm ** my wife (we are in our fifties now) I think of Samuel and what a good ** it was.
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