Jerk Off Fiction

Diego's Big Dick

I don't go to Puerto Vallarta so much for the resort experience
like other American tourists. I take a bus trip down to Mexico once a month
for one reason.

Diego.

While other tourists take home gifts of hand-carved bric-a-brac, my
souvenir from this trip is an ass filled with Diego's cum. I sat there
smiling to myself looking out the window because no one on the bus knew my
dirty little secret. I promised myself that I would hold his semen inside
for as long as possible, maybe as far as our first stop in Monterey.
The other Americans went sightseeing and boat riding. I spent
almost 3-full days in a little hacienda near a church getting fucked
repeatedly by Diego. I don't know anything more about Diego other than that
he's 20 years old, 10 inches hung and uncut. Really those are the only
things I need to know about him. He has become an obsession of mine. Or
rather his giant, fat dick is my obsession.

Diego and I would meet in the mornings. Sometimes he'd meet me at
my hotel. We would go to our hacienda and he'd punish my hole like my
prostate killed his mother. We'd take breaks only to eat lunch or to go the
bathroom. Then we'd lay around naked on a small bed till he got enough
vigor to fuck me raw again. He plowed me in every angle--on my back, on my
stomach, over my head. Every way that gravity would allow. And the best
part is that he always cummed in my ass-10 inches deep inside. He unloads
his cum and then he leaves his dick inside to plug up the juice from
flowing out. There was nothing I loved more than feeling his cock soften as
his cum baked inside.

I woke up that morning to visit Diego one more time before our tour
bus left Puerto Vallarta to head north to Monterey. Diego knew I was coming
early to give me one more fuck. But more importantly, I wanted to feel his
hot goo inside me on the bus trip home, and to be surrounded by oblivious
tourists who didn't know I had Diego's seed bubbling in my filth hole. I
had a taste for fetish that I wanted satisfied.

Perhaps some of the other Americans wondered why I came down to
Mexico by myself, or why I sat empty-handed as everyone jostled around
their Mexican treasures. I got all I needed. And I'd be back next month for
more. I've rearranged my whole life just so I can return to Mexico once a
month--everything from saving money and stretching what money I already
have, to scheduling days off and finding cheaper vacation tours. I've lied
to family members to give me money for things like rent or to fix my car.
I've cut off friends and ignored obligations just to return to Diego's
dick.

This all started last Spring. I came down to Puerto Vallarta with
some friends who missed out on Spring Break. Honestly, we're all aging
closer to 30 and we shouldn't worry about Spring Break anymore, but I went
anyway. I was the fifth wheel with two straight couples. Both couples
couldn't be more all over each other. They spent their nights drinking
margaritas and fondling one another under the table until they went back to
their hotel rooms.

The sun was fine, not too hot, and the beach was beautiful. One
thing I was happy about was the large number of Latin eye candy walking
around--beautiful, bronzed men with delicious smiles and dark brown eyes. I
found out that in a tourist town where opportunistic young Mexican men come
to make some extra money, you could be as forward as you want. All it took
was a glance and a few polite words in Spanish, and before you knew it
every cute Mexican boy would respond.

It started with a wink to the teenage bellhop delivering my bags to
my room who gave me a handjob for a $10 tip. While my friends went for a
dip on the beach, I went shopping and got a very wet blowjob from a cute
young vendor with a thin black mustache behind his father's rug shop. Since
he swallowed, I gave him $20. He was very grateful.

On our last night, I didn't want to spend it sitting in lawn chairs
on the sand listening to daycare stories about their stupid children back
home. I wanted to get fucked-hard! I hadn't been properly fucked in
months. And I had a taste for something big. I told my friends I forgot to
buy a gift for my mother and I wanted to do it before the morning. I walked
the streets of Puerto Vallarta looking for a good ass jamming from a man.
Somewhere in a city filled with young Latin men there must be at least one
hung buck.

I went back to the vendor who blew me. He was happy to see me, but
his old father was now working with him. I waved at him and pointed in a
direction down the street for him to meet me. I waited for him near an
alley by a butcher shop that was starting to close. After a couple of
minutes, the young vendor with the thin mustache came. He looked troubled
saying "No, no senor. I can't do it now."

I knew he could still help me. I spoke slowly with what Spanish I
knew, "Yo quiero... un pene grande."
I made the gesture for something big with my hands. Then I patted
my ass to let him know where I wanted it.

"O si," he smiled and pointed down the street. "Senor,
alla... en el Plaza de Armas. Muchos hombres. Very, very big pene!" I
gave him a dollar and patted him on the back.

I went looking for this Plaza de Armas. Imagine my surprise when I
saw a church, a big one. I didn't know what to do when I got to the
plaza. All the shops were closing and fewer people were walking around. I
then realized that if you were looking for something sexual you don't wait
in the middle of the plaza. I decided to take a walk around the church.
On the side was another alley, a darker one. All I could see were
Latin men leaning against the walls, both young and older, acting like they
were not up to something. Every one of them looked scandalous with their
shirts off or wide open. I knew all these guys were here to please. I went
down the alley nonchalant, trying not to get too excited.

It was a gallery of sexy men. Some were tall, some were built, some
cleanly shaven, and some looked a little too young to be doing this sort of
thing. I felt them stare out of the corners of their eyes, eager for me to
pick them but not wanting to appear too desperate. I lowered my gaze down
to what I was really looking for. It was dark, but I could still see
bulge. I wanted something long. Something fat. I wanted something I could
feel on the trip home tomorrow.

I then came to a pair of khaki pants that had a large lump hanging
down one leg. It was like a cucumber in a sack, a heavy cucumber. When I
looked up at his face, my eyes found more than just a thick bulge. He had
dark brown eyes and wavy black hair that hung over his face. He looked to
be in his late teens or at the most early 20s, slightly shorter than me. He
wore a blue shirt that he left totally unbuttoned. His chest was thin and
smooth. He leaned back on the wall with his left shoulder and his arms
crossed.

I guess I gave away my interest. He stood up straight and adjusted
his meat. It was a big hulk wrapped in cloth. He grinned and opened up his
shirt and lowered it down his arms to show his flat stomach and round
pecs. He had two dark nipples ready for biting. He wasn't a big fellow, but
he was firm and toned. His shoulders were rounded and his neck was long.
I unwittingly moved my hand to touch his chest, but he closed his
shirt to seal me off from his treasures. He smiled and wiggled a finger at
me not to be too brash.

I was hooked.

"Me llamo Diego," he said with a youthful tone. The other men in
the alley disappeared in my mind. He thumbed his way out of the alley and
expected me to follow. We crossed a street to enter the gate of a
walled-off brick courtyard for a motel-style hacienda. The place looked old
and the bricks looked worn. We were surrounded by many wooden doors each
leading into separate rooms. Someone painted the doors with a bright blue
that didn't match anything.

An older fat man popped up from behind who had been sitting by the
gate. He was a shorter bald man with a dirty white t-shirt. He held up 5
fingers on his hand and said in a husky voice, "5 dolares. One hour."
I wondered if he was Diego's pimp or just a motel manager that made
a deal with the gigolos in the alley. I pulled out a handful of bills from
my front pocket and counted out five dollars to hand to the little man.
I stopped caring about who the man was when Diego took my hand and
pulled me to one of the doors. We went inside to a cozy stone room with a
bed covered in Mexican woven blankets. Candles were lit on a small
table. We could hear faint moans of delight through the brick walls from
other men in other rooms.

He slipped off his sandals and stood barefoot on the woven rug. He
sat me down on the bed so that I could see him undress. He slipped off his
shirt, which fell off his arms like silk. He rubbed his chest a little as
if he was also appreciating his beautiful brown body, pinching his perky
nips and rubbing his toned stomach.

I felt a rush of excitement when he unbuttoned the top button of
his khakis. He unzipped to show a nest of black hair crowning the top of
his shaft. He pulled his pants down slightly just so I could see the base
of his cock. Then he massaged his neck and closed his eyes as he moaned
with some delight. He built up anticipation as he started to move his hips
slowly from left to right. Every time he shifted his hips, his pants
slipped down a little more showing me each inch as it appeared to me.
At the time I didn't know how long his cock was. As the pants
started to fall off, my mouth dropped at how much of a penis there was. It
was also bulking up before my eyes.

Then his pants succumbed to gravity and in one big fall they hit
the rug. The beast that came out was long, thick, uncut and it looked
ruthless. The chod skin wrapped his bulging mushroom top with its piss slit
staring at me like a one-eyed rodent being swallowed by a snake. It was
getting erect fast, but the whole thing was struggling to pull up its
weight as it filled with blood.

Diego stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. I
looked at him from his boyish face down to his sculpted thighs. But his
dick stole all the attention from the rest of his body. The balls were also
impressive. They were round an almost orange with its rippled skin dotted
with black hair. He stepped closer to me so that I could have what was
officially mine for the hour.

With both hands I wrapped my fingers around the whole chorizo and
felt the absolute heat that burned inside of it. I gave it a few tugs to
massage it some. I could feel Diego actually getting harder between my
hands, just when I thought it couldn't get any bigger.

I leaned in and rubbed his blood-engorged member all over my face,
feeling its heat across the bridge of my nose and my forehead. I licked it
from its shaft to his foreskin. I could feel his veins pulsate with life on
my tongue. He groaned with delight as he pinched one of his nipples with
one hand and combed his fingers through my hair with his other hand.
I then put it in my mouth, more because I wanted to see how much I
could fit inside. I wasn't even half way when it hit the back of my
throat. I knew I wasn't going to swallow anymore. That was fine. I was here
to put this giant dick in a different hole anyway.

I quickly undressed and Diego pulled out a vial of a lubricant that
they kept on the table. He lubed up his dick till it glistened in the
candlelight. I got on my hands and knees on the bed as Diego lubed the
outside of my hole, then dove his fingers in deep to get me moistened
inside. It felt good to have something go in after such a long time. He
massaged my hole for a while getting me all excited. I needed a good
plowing if I wanted my man pussy to be stretched out like elastic. Then he
stood up straight and walked his thighs closer to my backside. He pushed in
the head, jabbing it in with some force to get the bulbous top past my
sphincter.

I could feel myself widen by a mile when he got his mushroom head
past the rim. I moaned with tension and delight. He kept going, slowly at
first. I could feel his cock starting to burrow inward expanding my canal
like a mole in the earth. The thickness of his meat was like someone trying
to get a baseball bat inside me. Then he pulled out, and all the tension
was released. My sphincter collapsed in.

Diego slapped my ass cheek with his cock and it made an echo in the
small brick room. Then he commenced with my fucking. This time he didn't
spare me. My hole widened again with his dick going in and I could feel him
plunge deeper and deeper this time. I screamed as penis was eating me from
the inside, but he didn't stop. I'm glad he didn't. My hands were gripping
the blankets. I told myself to bare it.

Then he dived so deep he jabbed my prostate. The internal collision
gave me a jolt of delight. I cocked my head upwards with a gasp. He had
gone all the way in. I turned around in vain to see him inside me, but I
couldn't turn my head around that far back. He let his cock sit inside for
a minute so I could catch my breath, and also for my hole to get use to
this mega stretch. He caressed my back for the time.

I felt his cock begin to slide out again, but he didn't pull
out. He just began to go back in and then out. I could feel all the
inches. When I thought the cock was going to pop out, he pushed his way
back in. I moaned loudly. I wanted the men in the other rooms to hear that
I'm having a good time too. I wanted all of Mexico to hear I was getting
fucked good.

As my ass hole began to widen like a tunnel, it became a nice fit
for Diego's chubby chorizo. He started to go faster, getting a motion that
was rocking the bed. I was feeling the friction from the inside. His dick
was rubbing a heat storm inside my ass. I could also feel his balls
bouncing against my inner thighs like little wrecking balls.

I turned around to see why he suddenly pulled out. He got up on the
bed and his legs straddled my raised up ass. He then bent down from his
knees with his massive fat cock dangling between his legs, nose diving for
my hole about to bomb the shit out of me. The dick went in all the way from
the head to his untrimmed pubes in a flash.

This new angle almost carved a new passage and I shook all over and
yelled. I could feel his thighs rub up against my ass cheeks for a second
only for his cock to start pulling out again. And just as quick dive in
again. It became a steady and quick continuation. I realized I was getting
more than I bargained for. I was getting an ass fucking unlike anything I
ever got.

My head jerked up and then down on the bed. My hands were squeezing
the blankets so tight the wool was chaffing my fingers. I wailed
endlessly. My body convulsed like I was a bronco and I was being ridden by
a stubborn cowboy who wouldn't get off.

Just as quickly as he changed to this position, he then pulled out
again and stood up. I looked up mercifully wondering what he'd do next. He
said some things in Spanish that I was too lost to understand. He helped me
flip on my back and then he scooted me down the bed till I was in the
center. He lifted both my legs by gripping hard under my thighs and pushing
up. I felt my stomach squeeze as I was folded in half. He said something in
Spanish that I didn't understand, but I quickly guessed to hold onto my
legs so that my ass hole was staring up at the ceiling.

Diego stared down at my hole like it was a pot of gold. He made a
low hissing sound like it looked delicious. He stood on the bed then
squatted down from his knees with his finger guiding the head of his cock
into my stretched out muff.

I liked this new angle. I could see his prick nestled in my hole,
it was back to fucking me again. He grabbed my thighs for support and his
hips bobbed up and down directing his cock to be fully engaged in my
ass. Though it was a squeeze for me, my bellowing moan was still loud. This
was becoming a workout for Diego. Sweat was making his face moist and drops
started falling on me. My prostate was getting the shit beat out of
it. Then he closed his eyes as he started to moan himself. His thrusts were
getting faster, and my ass could feel more heat as his cock moved in and
out.

"Inside me," I pleaded. "Inside me." I didn't know the words in
Spanish. I could only hope he did this enough to know what that meant.
He never pulled out. He only went faster. He gripped my thighs
tighter, squeezing them to release his tension. He then yelled out with a
loud almost painful yelp as he dived in all the way till his pubic bone hit
my balls. I could feel his hot milk like it was melting me. I gasped every
time I felt a new spew of hot cum jet out inside. I couldn't guess how many
loads he released. It was pouring out.

We both moaned and gasped for air as if we were fighting for
oxygen. He held himself up for a minute or two, panting heavy. He got quite
the workout. But I was the one who needed to breathe. He was squeezing me
too tight now so we got out of our tangled mess of flesh and sweat. I lay
stretched out, squeezing my cheeks to keep it all inside. I knew that was
going to be a problem since my hole was stretched so wide now. The best
part was that it was still hot, so I could feel my bruised prostate getting
a soothing warm bath.

I needed to release my own load. I began jacking off. I stared at
Diego as I did. He got off the bed and stood next to me rubbing my chest. I
kept staring at his cock. It was getting limp now, but still so long. It
was wet and I could see drips of cum tucked inside his foreskin. How
awesome it must be to have so many inches.

How long had he been fucking for money? Perhaps he did this at
night and worked for his parents during the day. I wondered if someone
found out about his cock and taught him how to use it. Or did he teach
himself? With every new horny American hungry to satisfy an uncut Mexican
cock, he learned new tricks-making their vacation a trip to remember. And
make them come back again and again. It's a good investment.
It wasn't long till my own cum came squirting out. It was the
longest shot of cum I ever spewed. The jamming of my prostate must've
helped. I lay in bed with my own cum on my stomach, and his cum seeping out
of my ass. He had a towel there on a little table by the door. He wiped his
cock as he smiled back at me. He then began to wipe the sweat off of his
body. His brown body shimmered from head to toe. His sweaty chest was like
wet marble, with his muscles all rounded and his ribs popping out. And of
course his softening dick hanging like a wilting flower. The folds of
foreskin now enveloped his head and it was wrapped like a Cuban cigar.
He dried himself off as best as he could and then began to get
dressed. He pulled up his pants and I noted how he carefully stuffed his
meat into one of his pants' leg. He stood there shirtless and looked at
me. He smiled, "senor?" and motioned his head toward the door.

It was time to go.

"Si" I replied and got up, careful not to squeeze any juice out. I
got dressed myself.

He stood there with his shirt unbuttoned like when I saw him in the
alley. He smiled graciously, waiting I suppose for his due reward. I pulled
out my wallet and handed a $50 bill.

"Gracias, senor!" He said.

I indeed felt it the next day. I never told my friends. It was my
secret on the flight home. Now, flying is a little pricey so I take the bus
to relive that experience over and over again. I also want that ripped-open
feeling of my overly fucked ass on the trip home with the cum jostling
around in my anal canal. I now pay him $100 per day for a full day of
fucking. And I pay for his meals too. I take good care of him when I'm in
town. I spend as much money on Diego as I do on the trip to Puerto
Vallarta. He is the investment to my happiness.

On the bus trip toward Monterey, I thought about this morning right
after Diego gave me one more good fucking. We got dressed and stood in the
courtyard of the hacienda after our 3 days of uninhibited anal ravaging. I
put my hand on the bulge in his pants and looked him in the eye.
He smiled at me.

All I asked was "next month?"
"Si senor."