Yup, it was my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut. But it was spring break, and we all just had to drive down to Mexico and cop some primo blend. And yup, mouthing off to a bunch of drugs dealers about ripping us off, with threats of calling El Policia, was totally un-cool.

It was Rob and his girl, Gina, and me and my date, Julie. And even though Rob was wheelin' his pop's BMW through those back streets like a NASCAR pro, before we knew it, we were cut off by about five black sedans. Out jumped what looked like 20 Mexican gangstas and they surrounded our vehicle. They screamed at us in Spanish while they were ripping open our car doors. Even though we were drunk as skunks, Rob and I began swinging heavy at the Mexican mofos. Sometime during the tumble, I musta gotten decked and was out cold until this morning.

A few minutes ago, I opened my eyes and looked around this rustic, brightly-colored room with the awesome wood beam ceiling. The scent of saw dust, fejules and garlic filled the air. I heard a rustling in the next room and started to get up. But I wasn't able to sit up because I was tied down with thick ropes to the bed. That was a real kick in the ass, to say the least.

I heard myself screaming "What the fuck is this? Rob, Gina, Julie? What the hell is going on?" The unusual panic I heard in my voice scared the hell outta me. I didn't know I was able to get that scared; but man I was. I had totally forgotten all about all the craziness of the night before.

Instead of my friends sticking their head through the beaded curtain that separated the room, saying. "We got ya!"....out popped some buff, cool-eyed, golden-skinned, 30-something Mexican dude. He was about five foot ten with a body like one of those fucking Mayan gods ya read about in mythology books. Straight-up posture; shining black, shoulder-length hair, and it seemed like his body had glow about it. I'm for real. It really looked like he was glowing. It actually blew my mind. I lay there breathing-in all that raw animal masculinity -- especially since the only thing that animal masculinity was wearing was a pair of loose-fitting white briefs.

Straight out, I asked him where the hell my friends were. Then I began threatening him with the fact that we were all wealthy, 18-year-old American citizens - and that if any harm came to us, it was gonna come at a big, heapin' cost to him.

As he walked cross the room toward me, his cruel handsome face peeped at me as if I wasn't even there. When he reached the bed, he sat down in a comfy chair a few feet away. And I gotta tell ya, even though he looked as mean as old Satan himself, I was getting horny as mutha fucka. His sweaty musky aroma burned as it drifted up, and tantalized, my nostrils. I got super light-headed.

He sat there in the chair, his hairy, muscular legs apart, carefully checking me out. Without a word, his eyes rolled all over me as if I were some kinda Guinea pig for some dumbass experiment. During that ordeal, my eyes, for whatever reason traveled down to his crotch. And there I peeped two of the biggest, hairiest balls I'd ever seen, hanging out of those loose briefs, resting there on the chair cushion.

Damn! That sight caused an even greater itching and burning in my own balls. My morning wood got even more painful from scoping this Mexican thug's awesome gonads. My eyes became hypnotized by the sight. I tried, but I couldn't look away.

Hey, I ain't gonna lie, just like most teenage dudes, I get bi-curious from time to time. But, teenage dudes don't turn me on enough to want to go thru all that dumbass jive of trying to git busy with one of 'em. But this was totally different. I'm an adolescent alpha male who was being dominated by an adult alpha male. Smokin'! And I'm the kinda dude who doesn't strangle his mind with any of those rules for correct behavior...so! Hey, maybe this dude was gonna kill me, who knows. But I ain't never been this high and turned on without the help of drugs or alcohol before in my life. I was feeling totally stoked. Sexually stoked. And I was ready for anything.

His huge right hand rubbed down the side of his square face. His smoky black eyes sent me a sparkle of amusement. Standing up, he took the two steps to the bed. It was then I saw that he had a roarin' hard on. It stretched out the front of his loose-fitting white briefs about 8 or 9 inches.

He just stood there over me, staring down - with that sly, sparkling smirk that was dancing across his handsome, masculine face. Whew. I was startin' to twitch and squirm with some real smokin' anticipation. The whole scenario had all the over-the-top thrills that a thrill-seeking mofo like me really craves. Muah!

With a quick gesture, he reached his hand into a drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a huge hunting knife. Looking me squarely in the eye, he raised it high in the air. And as his arm raised up, it looked like his stiff boner stretched another inch or two as it jerked and twitched around inside those loose white briefs. By now, the manly, overpowering scent of him had completely anesthetized me against any possible pain that he or the knife might be bringing. Neither death nor sex had happened yet, but, man, I was in a craziest state of mind-blowing arousal, ever.

Then out of leftfield came this loud thundering laughter from deep inside him; it seemed to shake and tremble the whole room. His eyes were sparkling with some kinda crazed, jungle-lust look. His even, white teeth seemed to glisten as he savagely sliced through my binding ropes; sometimes slashing the blanket. He then stood back from the bed when he'd finished, as if to show he wouldn't stop me from leaving.

But I just lay there. A huge part of me really did feel that I should go find out what had happened to my friends - but I could not move. I didn't want to move. Some great new, exciting mind-explosion was happening inside me - and I wanted to see where it would take me. Nope. I couldn't and wouldn't move.

The hot-looking Mexican bandido knew he had won. He knew he had reduced me; me, Bradford Beckman -- The Boy Most Likely of Class 2007 -- into a piece of malleable Anglo clay by his masterful Mexican hands.

"You can go, chico" he growled in a low arrogant, thick-accented voice that almost made my heart and balls explode with a kind of emotional excitement that I didn't even know I had in me. For some dumbass reason, I felt tears welling in my eyes when I began to experience some totally awesome itching in my balls, and some wild-ass titillation all along that line that connects the balls to the anus. 'Damn! Hell-to-the-No, I don't wanna go, you lousy mutha fucka, I don't wanna go!,' I screamed inside my head.

With that lopsided grin of his getting a little wider, showing off those two dazzling rows of perfect teeth, he began to impatiently take off my clothes. First off was my tee-shirt. Then my baggy jeans were roughly tugged down my trim, muscular legs, over my sneakers.

I lay there kinda shaking from feelings of both fear and sexual exhilaration. My 18-year-old cock was stretching and straining wildly inside my baggy boxers. Never before in my whole life had I been sexually dominated by anyone. And there I was, in the middle of the most slammin', real-life, video game I'd ever played. During the few times I'd had sex with females, I've always been the aggressor. Now it appeared I was the conquest - I was the conquered object of lust by this Mexican conquistador who was oldest enough to be my father.

His fiery eyes burned into mine. Only the hot, hypnotizing touch and the powerful scent of him were the only things real in my mind. Nothing else was happening anywhere in the world. I felt a wetness happening in my arm pits and a little river of sweat began trickling down my sides. What the hell was that? I'm a Beckman, and we Beckman's don't sweat under pressure. But then I guess most Beckman's don't get all hot and bothered over some south-of-the-border bandit either, huh?

But I didn't know what was expected of me - I didn't know what I was supposed to do. But, man, I'll tell ya, I was super hot and ready to do it....whatever the hell it was. Just bring it, mofo!

One of those big Mexican fists pulled at and ripped my underwear from my 5-foot, 9-inch, high school champion wrestler's body; then violently pulled off my sneakers and socks. That hungry fire in his eyes burned brighter as he eye-balled my nakedness. I swear, he began to slobber with uncontrolled lust. He was hot! I'd never felt this alive before in my life. I'm used to being drooled over by females, but to have this awesome-looking, masculine dude doing it, it's a real ball-pleaser. At that moment I felt like I could conquer the world. It was an awesome feeling.

Tearing off his loose, white briefs, he threw his sweaty, scorching-hot body down on top of mine. Diaam! When I felt that golden, velvet flesh mashed against mine I heard my voice scream out like some lame, dizzy-ass bitch. Nothing ... Nothing, in my whole fucking life has ever felt that damn good. My cock all throbbing and twitching against his body -- and his cock all beating against my body -- was making us grunt and groan like two crazy, wild animals mating in the jungles of the Mato Grosso. Diaam, he smelled good. The healthy aroma of his breath had me wanting him to kiss me. Dig it....I actually wanted him to kiss me! This savage Mexican brute! But, man, I was ready, willing, and able to do anything this sex-crazed mofo wanted me to do... .and then some!

Breathing heavily through tensed lips, and staring at me with those sex-glazed eyes, he started to growled at me in thick accented English, "your gold hair ... and your eyes of blue ... make me muy loco for you, chico!"

His huge, rough, hot hands were exploring and examining my faintly-haired body. He fiercely rubbed and massaged my pecs and then painfully tweaked my nipples. Then out came that thick wet tongue and he began hungrily licking all over my chest, and greedily sucking at my hard, sensitive nipples. At first it hurt like mutha fuckin' hell. It was like he hadn't had sex in years, and he wanted to make up for all that lost time, with me. And for sure, all too soon, all that hurt turned into pure pleasurable heaven. Smokin'!

His growling moans and animal groans started to slur into whimpers as his intensity grew. And before I knew it, he had straddled my chest and his fat, hooded, Mexican pinga, and those huge hairy balls, were pressed squarely against my nose, lips and chin.

"Cumm-on! Cumm-on!" he growled, easing his ass back on my chest, and pulling the head of his leaky cock down to my lips. "Keez it! Keez it!" he arrogantly commanded.

Hey, without even a moment's hesitation, the tantalizing scent of his thick, sweaty bush had me going crazy reaching for that big-ass cock with both hands. Some hardwired instincts inside had me kissing and gobbling on the tip of that sticky cockhead like a kid on the top of a strawberry cone. Before I know what the hell I was doing, I had started trying to stick the tip of my tongue down inside the purplish head that was flooding with an ocean of pre-cum. And all too soon, I was shoving the damn thing deep inside my slobbering mouth. Uuummmmm. I'd never tasted anything that damn good in my whole fuckin' life. Tangy, smoky, bittersweet. A total slice of heaven...and all those other dumbass definitions folks use when describing cock. For the first time I totally realized what the hell they were talking about.

It was low and quiet at first, then, he began to mumble loud and wild in Spanish - rubbing his nipples and pulling at his hair as he gyrated his hips frantically. And if it was possible, that awesome, appetizing smell of him got even more intoxicating. I couldn't help myself from reaching around to rub and massage his hairy muscular ass. And when I reached around there, I realized how close my stiff, twitching dick was to his hairy, sweat-soaked man-pussy. Diaam!

When he realized this, it must have intensified his fire. His grunting and growling got even louder. Aggressively, he reached down, grabbed my head with both those huge hands, and shoved his cock down my throat and unloaded inside me a gallon of Mexican spooge. The totally slammin' sensation of his fat cock throbbing and expanding in my mouth and throat -- and the feel and smell of his thick bush of pubic hair pressed against my mouth and nose, preventing me from breathing easily - I also splattered his ass and lower back with my white boy sperm. We both writhed and thrashed there on that bed. We were both enjoying the fullness of each other's masculinity.

It seemed like his exploding cock was never gonna stop jerking in my throat, shooting off yet another juicy gift of himself. And when he had reached back to grab my pulsing pistol, I also kept on delivering white juicy gifts onto his hand and his ass.

Finally, with both our hearts beating like thunderstorms, he rolled off me, and lay there beside me. I actually shook all over when I shyly looked at that handsome sweaty face. There was only a slight bit of emotion present on his face. But there was no way for me to mistake how well damn satisfied he was feeling at the moment. Sliding an arm beneath my neck, he coiled up next to me and kissed a small trace of his sperm on my lips. Then collapsing back down on the bed, he growled, "Go! Go to bathroom! And come back, pronto!"

Off I ran to the bathroom. I pissed, shit, and showered, and like some co-dependant 6-year-old, I was heading back toward my Mexican papi in ten minutes.

He was laying there with his eyes closed. But by the way his still stiff prick was jumping and jerking all around like a piece of spastic, early-morning wood there on his hard, flat stomach, I knew that sleep wasn't on his horny agenda.

I eased on the bed beside him. Man, the smell of his body made me as high and as giddy as my first visit to Disneyland. My head had me feeling like I was all safe and secure in a fantasyland full of magical dreams -- and I was hoping like a mutha fuckin' that I didn't ever wake up.

I'll tell ya, I really wanted to cuddle up beside him; up beside that hard muscular man who had just surrendered his manly juices to me. I don't know why, but for some reason that made me feel damn special. But I didn't want to cross any dangerous lines or boundaries with him. So I lay there flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling, inhaling his manly scent, and feeling the presence of his awesome sexual energy.

"You tell me last night that you will keek my ass!" he suddenly growled out. The sound of his deep baritone voice echoed thickly in the room. Then with his voice turning playful, he said, "You wanna keek my ass, now, chico?!"

Instantly, my heart leaped and raced with adolescent trepidation. I didn't recall saying that. I really didn't. I soon heard my very dry mouth stuttering with an "ah..ah..ah..!"

Reaching over and grabbing me by my hair, he pulled me to him. His face was fierce. Fiercely handsome. Stern, and without emotion...but remarkably handsome.

"Drunk....pretty blonde American boy, who talk so big!" he finally said, after staring me down for several seconds. His breath smelled so good, his hair, his armpits, his body, smelled do damn good. I began to tremble....tremble with the thought of something totally unbelievably about to happen me.

"You steel want to keek my ass, white boy? Bello, blanco boy?" he asked, his features softening as his full sensual lips cautiously came down to my forehead, my nose, and then my mouth. Despite my first feelings of repulsion, I quickly melted, and allowed his tongue to rape my teeth, tonsils and tongue. His huge calloused hands began grab and paw my body with hot, animal intent. I immediately began to match his passion with timid, lustful gyrations against his heated frame. His huge arms came tightly around me as he moved on top me, savagely devouring my mouth with hungry guttural grunts. Swiftly, his right hand moved down and placed my left hand on right ass cheek, I thought I was gonna drop dead from Over-Dosing on hornyness. Seriously. I mean NOTHING ever before had ever felt that good damn. The awesome, mind-blowing taboo of it had me shaking and quaking with boiling adolescent heat. I actually dared to permit my own horny hand to travel down that damp hot hairy path to his burning asshole. Oh, Fuck!

Before I had the chance to finger the inferno of that sizzling Mexican fire crack, he lifted me up and I felt the tip of that steel-hard cock of his begin massaging my asshole. He began lewdly mashing his fat sticky cockhead on my clenching, virginal sphincter.

"Oh, no, no, no, man! Not that!" I heard myself screaming, trying to disentangle myself from his viselike grip on me.

Easing up off me, he laughed out loud, saying, "No! No? What you mean, NO, stupido gringo? Well, I say YES!?

He laid back down and pulled me on top of him. "Stupido cucaracha!" he began, "Last night you want to keek my ass. Well, today I will fuck your ass!"

His big hands started moving quickly down to my tight, little bubble butt, and began squeezing and pinching it hard. At the same time his big leaky Mexican cock is beating furiously against my stomach. I tried to avoid his attempt to kiss me again. But that was futile. Those intense dark Latin eyes began to sparkle. And those full lusty lips stretched wide with a blinding smile, making me a witless victim to his charming, animalistic presence. Without thinking, my trembling hands came up to touch his magic face. They smoothed all along that godlike image as I smothered his forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips with a whole fucking avalanche of hot hungry kisses.

For a while, as I kissed him, his hands would gently travel from cheeks up my back, then back down my asscheeks, again, sensuously squeezing and caressing them. But all the more hungry my kisses became, all the more aggressive his explorations on my back became. And before I know, a fat digit on his right hand had begun to massage my rosebud of an anus. Round and round, gently and gently, his finger circumnavigated my virginal opening. Very gradually, I started pushing my butt back against his exploring his finger. The huge throbbing Mexican cock beating against my stomach was growing even more agitated and demanding. It was like the stiff Mexican pinga hadn't even emptied its balls a mere twenty minutes ago.

Grabbing me tightly around my waist he tossed me over on my back. He face was glistening with a light covering of perspiration. Scooting down on my body, he began a slow, long trail of hot wet kisses down to my stiff twitching cock. He began gently kissing my quaking pecker. Diaam, man, I was losing my fuckin mind. He then reached behind my knees, and bending my legs, he pressed them to my chest. Wow! Oh Wow! Oh Wow! It was done so fast that it felt like my entire body had opened wide for him. I felt unbelievably vulnerable to him. For the first time in my life, I was showing a man the most intimate part of my body. And, man, I felt totally stoked by doing it; because I was positive that this was the right person for me to be doing it with. And in spite of my first instinct to protest anal penetration, what he was now doing to me seemed like the most natural thing in the world for us both to be doing.

"Oh, Gawd, YEAH!" I heard myself scream as his stiff, wet tongue began to titillate the area around my sphincter. He licked, he nuzzled, he sucked, and he kissed that space between my balls and my hole. He was doing it with such savage intent that I was sure I going cum right away. All I could do was keep taking in great gasps of air as I was happily celebrating the action being done to my dirty asshole. Every inch of my body was struggling to shove my ass further into the hot, slobbering mouth of my south of the border bandit. Because he was, and I was glad as hell he was, stealing my anal virginity.

Then came that fiery, mind blowing second, when, after several wet, sloppy minutes of tantalizing my anal area, he violently shoved his stiff rolled tongue deep down inside my clenched poop-chute. I screamed like a real mofo. Diaam! Oh, diaam! Like crazy I reached down and grabbed him by his thick, curly black hair, and wildly held his head tightly between my asscheeks, gyrating my body like a mofo on his deep, stabbing tongue. Uuh Uuh Uuh Uuh, I grunted as I squirmed my ass hard on his intruding tongue. I wanted more, more, more..much more than his tongue deep inside there. It felt mutha fuckin' good, but there was so much more room in there that needed to be itched and scratched too. I heard myself almost tearfully begging, "More, papi, more...please! Please! Por favor, senor"

I was frantically grabbing and pulling at his hair. Then I began gripping onto to his sweaty muscular arms, trying to pull him into me...all the way into me I wanted him...I needed him...deep inside me so badly that I was almost in tears. This new hunger had me as crazy as Wile E. Coyote.

"Aye, mi bonito American chico wants my grande pinga, huh?", he growled as he eased his face up from between my ass. I wanted to slam his head right back down between legs because I was already missing that great feeling of having my hole plugged. But somehow I knew that something even more gratifying was going to take its place.

Getting up on his knees, he gripped his big cock in his left hand. It strained and stretched under his touch. He began rubbing his leaky cockhead against my twitching sphincter. Doing so, I felt a flood of pre-cum begin spreading across my expanding and contracting anal aperture. He peeped down at me with unbelievable animal charisma. He seemed to glow in the light of the mid-morning sunlight. If I live to be a thousand years old, I'll never forget the beautiful sight of this handsome Mexican fucker. He is almost scary in his unbelievable beauty.

With my legs still pressed to my chest, he began to slowly sink his uncut down cock into me. It hurt like hell. But I was so damn mesmerized by the sight and scent of him, the incredible pain soon morphed into incredible pleasure before I knew it. In a matter of seconds, he had it all the way up in me. I wanted to shout out "Touchdown!" He began making circular movements with his cock deep inside me. I groaned and moaned with unimagined pleasure. I felt full. I felt loved. I felt powerful...... and I wasn't beating the shit out anybody, either. Since I was thirteen, physical domination was the only way I ever felt in control. Beating the shit out of some unsuspecting asshole was the only way I felt vindicated. Felt in control. Felt manly. Now for the first time, I'm being dominated, but I somehow knew for damn sure that I'm the one in control.

Soon I was completely lost in the intense fucking rhythm of his loving savage sexual strokes. It hurt do damn good. My hands reached down to pull and clutch at his sweaty, slamming ass. He trembled from the contact, like he'd been struck by lightening, or something, and he let out a loud, bestial growl. His eyes rolled up into his head as he took deep inhales of breath. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" he uttered as he seemed to be shoving his whole fucking powerful body up inside me. He then wildly screamed out something in Spanish that I didn't understand - and then began filling my body with an endless onslaught of thick, Mexican spooge. Grunting and humping, grunting and humping, until he had completely emptied his fat balls and collapsed on top of me.

His face was buried in the pillow beside my head; his heart thundered against my chest; his body was soaked with a layer of earthy sex-sweat.

"Caramba, Papito, caramba!' he finally moaned, turning his gaze into mine. His handsome face was glowing. He kissed my check as his right hand made its way down to my hard twitching cock. He massaged my balls for a few seconds and then tightly gripping my cock, he slid his hand up and down its length. Before I had the chance to completely get into it, I was crazily humping my body against the tension of his huge hand, as I abundantly exploded my juice all over it.

He was kissing my face and stroked my hair like crazy with his left hand while I spazing and jerking in the heat of a really powerful orgasm. Damn! If there's such a thing as bliss, then that must have been it. I was really experiencing some radical emotions that were way beyond anything I ever felt on coke or ecstasy. We seemed to both be floating and soaring in some fanciful, mystical world as his hard sweaty Mexican body pressed wetly against me; as his lips kissed my face; his left hand stroked my hair; and his right hand had me hosing and splattering more sperm than I'd ever released before.

But as we lay there in a heap, it wasn't long before thoughts of Rob, Gina and Julie crossed my mind. Where the hell were they? And where the hell was I? And what the hell had I just done?

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