One week in Mexico

(Part 1)

Well, that was one hell of a week. I (32 years old) got back last Sunday night from one of the wildest few days I have had in quite some time. Buckle up, this is going to be a long one.

PART I

For the past few months I have been hooking up regularly with Fred, a 28-year old black physical trainer with an 11" cock. I have become his official "House Bottom" in his words. I am at his place usually 6-7 days a week worshipping and serving him. The man is a god among men.

About a month back, we were hanging out and discussing his upcoming birthday, which was November 2nd. We thought it would be fun to travel somewhere tropical together to get some sun, eat good food, and fuck like rabbits. We decided to book tickets for Puerto Vallarta, largely because of its gay scene. We recruited two of his friends to come with us, Josh (30 yrs old) and Jeremiah (29 yrs old). Fred has shared me with both men many times, so I knew them well and was more than happy that they agreed to join.

On Tuesday of that week, Fred and I flew down to PV and checked into our hotel suite. Josh and Jeremiah would join us two days later on Thursday, so Fred and I had two nights to ourselves. We didn't have much of a plan for the week beyond having copious amounts of sex, but we did want to try to throw a big blowout orgy in our hotel room on Saturday to celebrate Fred. The room we booked was the largest suite in the hotel, giving us lots of space to work with. We set out to meet guys throughout the week to invite and fill our large room.

TUESDAY

Fred and I arrived at our room late afternoon. We settled in and took a shower together. I scrubbed his statuesque, perfectly defined body of all the airplane/airport filth until he was sparkling clean. I then washed myself and we went into the bedroom. We then made our way to our bed, and christened it with really intense, passionate sex. We got dressed and went to the hotel bar for a drink or two, but we didn't last long there. I was soon begging Fred to fuck me again. We went back to our room and spent the rest of the night naked, in bed, doing all kinds of nasty things to each other.

Tuesday load count: 2 in my ass

WEDNESDAY

Fred and I slept in late. I woke up around 11am and looked over at Fred's naked body. I reached my hand over and started to stroke his cock gently. He slowly woke up, a smile plastered across his face. I gave him head until he drained his first load of the day into my mouth. Fred then wanted to go work out. He is a freak when it comes to working out and apparently needs to be in the gym even while on vacation. Not me; I wanted to relax, so I went down to the pool.

We picked a hotel that reviews said was very gay-friendly. And it did not disappoint. The pool was already bustling and full of mostly speedo-clad men. I found a deck chair and sprawled out on my towel, face down, and basked in the warm early afternoon sun. I was wearing a very tight, very short little bathing suit that accentuated my ass perfectly.

Shortly after I arrived, this super sexy hairy daddy in a speedo laid down on the deck chair next to mine. There were quite a few other empty chairs in the pool area, but he seemed to purposefully choose the one directly next to mine. He said hello and we started making conversation immediately. His name was Paul, and he was a 58 year old man from New York City. He was barrel chested, very muscular, clean shaved head, goatee, and silver hair everywhere else.

"So, who are you here with?" He asked as we got further into our conversation.

"I came with my friend, Fred. He's at the gym." I replied, rolling my eyes. I asked him the same.

"I came with a couple guys. Good friends of mine from back home. They rented some bikes and are touring around town all morning," he said with a shrug. "Glad I chose to stay behind and come to the pool." As he said this, he smiled and looked me up and down. He was clearly flirting, and I liked it.

"Yeah, you made the right choice." I said, smiling back.

"So… is Fred like, your boyfriend?" He asked. I blushed. I struggled to answer. I didn't want to just outright tell him the truth, which is, "he is the alpha who currently owns my ass."

"He's my lover, I guess?" It didn't sound right, but it was the best I could come up with on the fly. I cringed inside. "But no, not my boyfriend. We aren't like, exclusive or anything." I felt awkward, but I also started to flutter with excitement. Because I could see where this was headed.

"Good to know." He said. "In that case, I have some really good tequila in my room. It's better than this pool liquor. Want to come try some?" I smiled and nodded. We gathered our things and left the pool area together.

I got to Paul's room, which was in the same part of the hotel as ours but two floors down. We took our drink in the kitchen.

"So how old is Fred?" He asked.

"He's 28."

"Young man! I bet he's a stud." He said.

"Oh yes, he sure is." I replied.

"What do you think about old