The Party

This one with promise at the pool would have been just about my own age, and as it was around the third day in Acapulco and I was away from my usual routine of life, I was aching to feel a bit of young flesh under my fingers and do someone who could spray it all over me. Joe, his companion, was an ordinary looking coot with a wispy beard, and with not much to show under the nylon, so I felt certain I was strongly in the running.

After a while I casually shifted my chair into a strategic position to focus on him -- in fact my head was right on a level with his bod as I surveyed from under my arm. Dirty blonde with the tips highlighted, slightly smaller than me, lips just made for kissing. I could study his rosy nips, the rise and fall of his smooth belly, and savor the thin blond line of hair that broadened from his navel to join his bush. Then I turned my full attention, with uninterrupted view, to his dick as it lay, fallen now from its position astride the balls, outlining even more the head.

This is too much for a normal shagger like me, I thought. I had to shift on my belly to let my own get some air, then check on the other side that Jim was sleeping soundly with his shades falling down his nose.

The climax to all this came when the snake started to uncoil. I was hypnotized. Holy sweet Jesus! I thought. In broad daylight! He must be having a hot dream.

He wasn’t. He opened his eyes and turned and looked straight into mine. Smiling a lovely set of whites, he said, “Hi, I’m Chris.”

I knew the party was only starting.