The evening breeze played over my naked body, cooling me down after a hot shower.
As I looked four floors down at the treetops and twinkling lights of Tulum, Filipe stepped behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his chest tightly to my back. I could feel his cock rubbing into the crack of my buttocks.
He kissed the side of my neck, and I shivered with sensual delight. I turned around to face him and we made out, his tongue tracing my lips before pushing deep into my mouth. He grabbed a pillow from the bench and tossed it at his feet; I knew exactly what he wanted.
I knelt on the pillow, looking admiringly at him. I opened wide for the pink head of his hardening cock, but only lightly teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
I wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock, drawing a moan from him. Looking up at his handsome face, I swirled my tongue around the smooth, tasty orb before taking his shaft into my mouth. He was thick—not especially long—but with the girth of a soda can, it was a challenge to wrap my lips around him. I pressed onwards until I had his entire length in my mouth, enjoying the slight choke as his dick head brushed against the back of my throat.
Filipe, a handsome “silver fox” from Buenos Aires, was a bit bigger than me, a bit older, and a bit more assertive. He was the type of man whose touch made my cock hard and turned the rest of my body to putty.
We were on the fourth-floor sun terrace of the Lobo Tulum Male Only Hotel along the Mexican Riviera. The rooftop was divided into intimate open areas with two small soaking pools and cushioned benches built into the concrete half-walls. It was a space designed for naked sunbathing, stargazing, and—unofficially—for sex. While guests were encouraged to be nude anywhere on the premises, sex outside of the rooms was technically against policy; however, up here, there was no one to see.
There was nobody else around. The staff had left for the night, and the only other guest had gone out. The hotel has only eight rooms and a bar that opens mainly on weekends. I’d been told more guests would arrive in a few days, but by then, I’d be off to my next destination.
When the Lobo bar is open, it attracts guys from all over Tulum and neighboring Playa del Carmen, but tonight, we two had the run of the place.
We had met earlier that afternoon at the Mayan ruins. While I was locking my rented bicycle, he commented that our bikes were identical. We immediately fell into step. After touring the ruins, we hiked down to the beach to swim and sunbathe.
Later, as we unlocked our bikes in the shade—with nobody to witness us but a couple of iguanas—we ventured into a tight embrace and kissed passionately, our lips still salty from the ocean.
After mojitos and tacos in the village, we made our way back to my room at the Lobo. It was a comfortable ground-floor suite with a large shower and a television already tuned to gay porn.
The hotel sat in the Aldea Zama area, a modern neighborhood of pedestrian walkways and lush landscaping. It was a convenient spot, close to Italian restaurants, taco stands, and pharmacies that sold everything from Cialis to painkillers without a prescription.
By the time we returned to the hotel, the attraction was undeniable. Filipe made his intentions clear: he wanted to fuck me. After we showered, I led him naked up the circular wooden staircase. On the way up, he couldn’t keep his hands off my ass.
Up on the terrace, we were at each other like a pair of monkeys in heat.
Naked and horny, I eagerly choked down his thick cock for a delightful eternity before he pulled me to my feet, nuzzled my neck, and laid me down on the cushions.
He sucked my dick until I was rock hard, holding my legs apart to rim me deep. We moved into a 69, me focused on his fat prick while he worked his tongue inside me. I moaned and wriggled, watching transfixed as he eventually rolled a condom over his girthy schlong and lubed us both up.
His cock head pressed against my tight but ready hole, making tiny circles for a long few minutes before slowly entering; a welcome bit of foreplay before the main event.
I tried to relax, thrusting back to meet him. There was a sweet pain—a sensual ache I cherished—followed by a pulsing pleasure that radiated through my whole body as I went limp and accepted him.
His heavy balls slapped against me as he settled his weight down. We kissed, the tiny space between us hot with our shared breath. Somehow, he got both my ankles over his right shoulder, elevating my ass. The sound of him plunging in and out of me was wet and rhythmic, making my hard dick bounce with glee and leak with a bit of pre-cum.
At one point, he slipped out, and I felt an immediate sense of loss. Frantic, I reached down, guided him back into my hole, and kept my hand there to hold us together. His pumping, my pulsing, and our ragged breath synchronized until I felt my cock spasm.
Without even touching myself, I came, gushing onto my own stomach with a robust string of jizz.
His eyes widened as he saw me cum and a sly smile spread across his face; his horny eyes awakened for the final moments as he pumped faster and harder, giving a final erotic and animalistic grunt as he shoved his cock in deep, letting himself also erupt deep inside of me before eventually collapsing beside me.
We lay entwined, our breathing slowing as we recovered. A quick dip in the cool water of the soaking pool was exactly what we needed before the trek down four flights of rickety wooden stairs for dinner. As we walked through the neighborhood afterward, we were already thinking about round two.
Initially, I had been disappointed that the hotel was so quiet, but now I was glad. We had the whole place to ourselves, and we intended to use every inch of it. And savour every inch of each other.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Andy Oh lives in the rainforest near Vancouver, Canada. He frequently travels the world searching for sensual delights to share with his readers. He also writes about and creates homo-erotic art. He is Urplaypal on Squirt.org, and you can email him at andy.oh@hotmail.com
