Angel, My Mexican Beauty
It was hot, even on the beach. I dosed away in my hammock. When I woke up, I had a raging hardon. My shorts stood up like a tent. When I looked up, I saw that the boy in the hammock next to me was peeking at my dick. He too had a hardon and was stroking his shorts almost imperceptibly. For a minute or two no one moved. Almost automatically, I started to stroke my dick as well. The guy was cute, very young. Somewhere in my head I felt a danger signal: probably underage.
He stepped out of the hammock, and now I could see how gorgeous he was. Rather tall for a Mexican, copper bronzed skin and unruly, long black hair. He had full lips and a beautiful row of teeth. “Let’s have a swim”, he said in broken English. He stretched out, pulling his arms over his head, twisting around slightly, so I could see his back. Strong swimmer shoulders, protruding shoulder blades, slender waistline. “Born on the beach, raised on a surf board”, I said to myself. His Bermuda shorts hang low over his hips, showing a tattooed flower growing out of the crack of his ass. I would love to see how much lower the tattoo would reach, where the roots were going to penetrate his body. He turned to me, smiled and said: “Vamanos, let’s go”. Who could resist such a beauty!
Ángel was a strong swimmer, and he had to pause now and then for me to catch up. Like a dolphin he dived in and out of the water, surfacing left and right from me. When he came up, he shook his head to get his hair out of his face and gave me a big smile. All of a sudden he dived under me and pulled my trunks off. I protested but he yelled: “You’ll love feeling the water streaming between you thighs”. With that he dived down and I felt him coming up just under me, his head caressing my chest, my abdomen, my dick. He dived again and this time I felt his head between my legs. His hair tickled my ass. He floated on his back and I swam on top of him and together we coasted on the beach. We wrestled for a while, feeling the strength of our bodies and we became even more excited. Oh, he made me feel 15 again! The sun warmed our bodies and gave life back to our dicks. He turned to me and kissed me deeply. “How old are you”, I asked, but I knew that he would lie. “I’m eighteen, he said. I’ll show you my ID when we are back. And how old are you?” “Seventy” I said and we both laughed, knowing quite well that we were both liars.
His body was soft like velvet, hairless. He had no inhibitions whatsoever. I kissed him and his body squirmed under me as if he were a snake. I buried my head in between his legs and kissed his oh so sweet anus and he pushed his butt up and around in pleasure. He pushed me on my stomach and kissed my back so erotically that I nearly came. I rolled away, ran circles around him and he tried to catch . . . .
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