The Guys That I Lie: Bellhop

The brothers from the frat convinced (and connived) me to take this all-inclusive vacation to Cancun back in 2017. My boy Q was the main culprit, for he spilled the beans with the rest of the guys about my pending divorce then, and worked to somehow get my supervisor to grant me a week off, as I never was one to take off from work.

"Bernie you need to put that toolbag away, and come to play," said my superintendent, as Q managed somehow to talk to another "brother" that was working at the company.

I was a country boy, one who didn't believe in leaving the state, let alone the continent if it involved deciphering another language, or eating other types of food. North Carolina was all I knew and was proud of, with Nash County being my stomping grounds, so when Q pulled off the trip, I was livid to say the least.

"Time you jump into the 21st century and live life," he told me.

The following week, he and I were at Douglas International as we had a flight to Mexico City, with a connector to Cancun where the other brothers would link. I was nervous the entire flight south of the border, and still had jitters when we touched down in Cancun, where the 30 or so frats greeted and cheered me on for taking my first flight. I was happy to be with the brothers again as we all came from different parts of the country, our union based out of the chapter in my county from my time attending community college. The upside of the trip was when we united, for he barked a few chants, and even got some stepping involved to kick off our time. An unsuspected rain would damper our events the first three days, to where some of the guys kicked rocks and headed back stateside. A handful, to include Q and I, remained as we paid too much to cancel the trip, and so we drank top shelf Mexican tequila, and relaxed the remaining three days we were to be in the area.

"You know, we ain't get one stitch of pussy since we've been here," Q said to me that fourth night.

We were in the room faded, and I was laying across my bed reading a Playboy while he was toggling porn through his phone.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," he said.

"But it is," I told him as I pondered Tasha, my pending ex-wife.

He offered to pay for a night at a local strip club, but I didn't speak Spanish, and didn't want to drink in some unknown location. Q became frustrated and let me be for the night, and I would drink more, just slowly slipping the tasty barrel juice while reading the Playboy, my dick harder than road stanchions.

"All this fine, good smelling Mexican ass in here, and you wanna read a magazine," Q texted me an hour later.

He showed photos of all the beautiful "onions" that strolled the club, and sent videos of those who were gyrating and maneuvering the pole, with me sipping more, and my dick hardening the same. I ended up cutting off my phone out of more frustration, and would unzip my pants, then lay on the bed to stroke myself until I realized I hated jerking off. I got myself together by fixing my clothes, and deciding to go downstairs, and out to the lobby for some fresh air. The rain finally let up, but there was a cool breeze coming from the gulf with a natural scent, one that seemed to energize me. I ended up sitting on the nearby patio as I saw one or two people in the surf, just enjoying the scene. I'd see the bellhop, some Mexican guy who wasn't no more than 21, come near me to burn down a cigarette. He looked my way as he lit the stick, then took a drag and smiled, before looking straight at the water.

"You ever get tired of this," I asked him.

"I've been to worse parts of Mexico," he said in his thick accent. "This is top of the line."

Right then we started conversation as he spoke English pretty well, and even spoke on some of his favorite spots in the states.

"Los Angeles, Charlotte, New York," he said as he rattled off cities.

I advised him of my home area and he started grinning.

"I like North Carolina a lot," he said as we somewhat hit it off.

Pedro introduced himself after taking another drag, extending his hand to meet mine, and I would feel his soft skin.

"You enjoy Mexico," he asked.

"Very much," I said after explaining how I turned down the trip.

I went in to talk about how I kicked and screamed not to come, and how Q was able to come anyway.

"Made a good choice," he said. "You come with no lady?"

"No lady," I said as I was checking him out.

Sure I had too much to drink, but Pedro was a petite, in shape guy that resembled the same frame as the women I adored.

"No lady," I told him. "Still looking for the right one."

"Get you a Mexican lady," he said before he began chuckling.

We went back and forth until his cigarette was gone, and he'd get up as he needed to finish his shift. I'd had enough of outside and chose to return to my room, and would strip naked once inside, for Tasha's sweet pussy crossed my mind. I'd take my tongue to that clit and she'd automatically melt, and elicit her sweet syrup from that twat. I licked those lips and she'd shiver, and tongue pop that vulva until it throbbed and she begged to get fucked. I would nut within 10 minutes of beating that pussy for she just had the magical touch. But I lost it, for she wasn't as interested in being married anymore and wanted to share that snatch with other dudes (and women I found later). I for whatever reason looked through my peephole of my room, and would see Pedro, pushing a cart after he escorted someone to their room. He walked a few feet down the hall and I cracked the door, then looked at him as I noticed his little rump sitting in his pants. I quickly shut the door, then went into the bathroom to grab some lotion when I heard footsteps near the door again. It was him, and he was acting as if he dropped something in the vicinity of my door, and so he bent over to grab it. I found myself looking through the peephole to catch the circumference of his ass cheeks as they poked through his dark pants. He'd walk towards the elevators, and once again I opened the door, and would poke my head out only for him to turn around.

"Mr. Bernie, can I help you," he asked.

His little ass had me mystified, and I wanted badly to invite him back to the room to bend over.

"You got some more towels," I asked.

He smiled, then stepped down the hall to the linens section before coming to my room. He knocked on my door and handed me the towels, then walked off, before I called him for another favor.

"Any more ice buckets," I asked as I pretended not to have one.

He brought me one filled with ice as I kept the door cracked, and I would come to his view with nothing on. He let out a smile, then walked off after handing me the bucket. My dick was fully erect, and ready to be pulled or sucked on after the feelings I had. I would pour myself another drink, then laid in the bed watching porn when there was a knock at my door. I was shook, thinking Pedro told his supervisor about me and that I was about to be banished. It was him, and he had a look in his eyes as if he wanted to come in. I let him in without saying a word, then I locked the door behind him before standing in front of where he kneeled to his knees. He looked up at me and I smiled, then dangled my stiff beefstick in his face before he closed his eyes, and opened his mouth.

"What took you so long," I asked.

He'd breathe through his nose and start moaning, while twisting his neck to cover every piece of my stick. Pedro had no struggle about deep throating as he gagged none, and easily swiveled his face back and forth from tip to base, putting his lips to the foreskin. I loved the sight of his lips pulling on my tip, as well as the saliva running down his chin as he used it for lubricant. Pedro's light brown face looked good as he sucked dick with an attitude, blowing the meat as if it did him dirty with his tight squeeze. I simply held my hands to my waist and enjoyed the view, and the feeling for it raged through my loins.

"Working hard for the nut," I said as he sped things up and moaned louder.

I decided to grab the back of his head, and jerk my hips back and forth to give rebuttal to his aggressiveness. Pedro needed to know I would bang him senseless whether orally and anally, and I was turned on thinking about how I would smack my big body into his small frame. I was jamming that throat and he wouldn't protest, just tears running down his face as a natural reaction to this big, black dick wearing him out.

"Need to give me that pussy," I said to him, but he ignored it, as he perhaps could've been afraid, or just not ready. "Got me close to nutting if you keep this up."

He somehow added constriction to that talented mouth, and I worked my hips more.

"You ready bitch!"

"Mmmmm, hmmmmmm," he moaned before I let loose with my sex hose, and shot my load down his throat.

The head was so intense it felt as if I came for 30 to 40 seconds, and when I pulled my dick away he showed he couldn't swallow the large load I gave him. It was an instinct to grab his chin, and make him open his mouth, and I would drop a wad of spit to cover all the cum he didn't swallow.

"Fuck papi, I have to change my uniform top now," he said.

"You would've let me fuck you, then this wouldn't have been an issue," I told him.

I laid on the bed while he got up and went into the bathroom to wash his face. I thanked him for his services and requested he return.

"I most certainly will," he said as knew of my two remaining days.

He left the room and I was satisfied, and knowing I would see him, and perhaps plunge that throat, and ass, when the opportunity would arise.