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Dorm Encounter 22 of 23: Spring Break
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Dorm Encounters XXII: Spring Break
Jason and I decided to go to Mexico for Spring Break-- just
the two of us. We had planned to spend the week in a romantic
escape kind of mood, and made few tangible plans. Whatever
happened, happened.
We flew from school to Mexico City and spent the night in a
quaint little hotel right across the street from the park. After
a wonderful dinner in the courtyard of the hotel during which we
were entertained by colorful and very talented musicians and
dancers, we strolled hand in hand through the park, marvelling at
the ancientness of everything and discussing our lives. It was
one of the most intense evening of my life. Upon returning from
the park, we climbed in bed and curled up around one another,
naked in the warm moonlit night. We slept peacefully and woke
the next morning to make love slowly, effortlessly, and
peacefully.
After a splendid breakfast, we rented a car and drove to my
favorite place in the world, Cuernavaca. In this dirty little
hidden town, my father owns a hotel/resort kind of place that
literally takes my breath away every time I go there. It is
called Las Mananitas (The Little Mornings) and is nothing short
of Paradise.
Imagine parking your car on the dirtiest most narrow street
in the world and walking a block or so. Imagine finding yourself
standing in front of the largest, oldest pair of wooden doors
you've ever seen. Cut inside the big doors is a small door with
a large iron ring. You pull the ring, the small door swings
open, and suddenly you have stepped into another world. Whereas
the street was gray, brown, dingy, dirty, etc., the inside of
this place was teeming with smiling people, absolutely
resplendent in green, pink, blue, every color under the sun. For
as far as you can see there is green grass, beautiful fountains,
peacocks running all over the place, and tables with cheerful
rich people sitting all over the place. This is heaven to me.
No other place in the world cheers me up so fast.
We spoke with the Manager who knows me well (my parents came
here 30 years ago, fell in love with it and bought it, to return
twice yearly), and got our room, the best in the house.
I have to describe our room, too. Back in the back of the
courtyard are several small buildings. Each is a "special" room,
reserved for those with connections or a lot of money. You walk
through a gate into your own private courtyard with its own
private pool (quite small-- about twelve by twelve, I think) and
then across your own little courtyard and through double doors
into a beautiful sunlit room. There is a sitting room with
elegant leather furniture, a bedroom with a massive king-sized
bed, a small kitchenette stocked with most of the necessaries,
and an enormous bathroom with sauna and whirlpool. Best of all,
it's totally private. No one can see it. No one.
We paid the bellboy and ran around peeking and poking into
everything. Jason comes from a middle class family and he had
never seen anything like this in real life. I sat back and
watched him, amused and touched by his curiosity and awe. I
suggested we go into town for a while so I could show him the
sights.
We went to the marketplace where he saw dead animals hanging
from hooks, we tasted the many fruits and vegetables grown in the
area, we lunched at a small restaurant on the pavilion, and we
took in all the touristy things to see. Everywhere we went we
were stared at, I think in admiration, I'm not sure. Jason is
such a beautiful creature that man and woman alike have watched
his every move, and I've rather enjoyed being attached to this
object of such intense scrutiny. He seemed to love it as well,
and smiled at everyone who looked his way. Hand in hand we
explored the little town until we had gotten tired of walking.
We returned to Las Mananitas and went to our room. On the
way the Manager told me that he had set two places at his table
for us for dinner, and we would dine at 7 if it was convenient.
I told him that we would be there, and Jason and I traipsed
across the lawn to our room. Once behind the gate, I took him in
my arms and held him at arms length.
"Baby, are you happy?" I asked.
He smiled that incredibly melting smile of his and said,
"Yes. I know now what it is to be in heaven. All this beauty
and you in one place-- I haven't come down from my high yet!"
I hugged him to me tightly, caressing his long silky hair
and kissing the side of his neck. We stood like this for some
time until I could feel the heat from his crotch. I dragged him
inside and asked if he wanted to swim. He said he did, and we
stripped, grabbed towels and ran outside to our little courtyard.
We dove into the pool and came up gasping, treading water around
each other like some sort of mating ritual for fish. We relaxed
in the warm water until our muscles felt like butter, enjoying
the birds singing in the trees, the smells of dinner coming from
the restaurant, and the amazingly colorful flowers surrounding
us.
We got out and kissed briefly, and went inside to dress for
dinner. I watched Jason dry himself with rapt attention. He
lovingly caressed every square inch of his wonderful body with
the plush towel, and paid particular attention to his cock,
which, by now, had risen slightly to the occasion. I stood
motionless, watching him, and my heart swelled to the point of
becoming painful as I realized that this man was what my life was
all about. This man was what made me go from day to day.
We had a marvelous dinner with the Manager. The best wine
poured freely, the best food in the house was presented for our
opinions, and the conversation was scintillating. The Manager
told me that my parents had just been there two weeks before, and
that they had, as always, had a wonderful time. I gave Jason a
chance to practice his Spanish and the two of them got along
admirably. I am quite sure the Manager knew the exact nature of
our relationship, but he said nothing. He smiled at me several
times, though, giving me the idea he knew what we had planned for
the evening.
As we finished dinner and strolled out into the gardens, the
Manager pulled me aside and said, "Your friend Jason is truly a
work of art, Senor Andrew. Never have I seen a more beautiful
man in all my life. You are very good for each other, and I wish
you all the happiness life has to offer."
I patted him on the back and smiled, unable to speak for
fear of crying at these sentiments. I joined Jason next to the
large pool where he was watching some wealthy American children
swimming. I took his hand and led him to our room, not speaking
a word.
I sat him down in the sitting room and poured a glass of icy
Chardonay for both of us. I sat down next to him and put the
glasses on the table. I took his hands and looked him in the
eyes. "Jason, I've never brought anyone here before. I've never
had such a significant relationship with anyone before. This
place, you in this place, us in this place makes me happier than
I have ever been. I love you!"
The tears running down my cheeks prompted his, and soon we
were locked in each others' arms crying softly and caressing each
other lightly. We broke apart and I made a toast. "To you, my
wonderful, beautiful, loving man. And to us, that we may never
be apart-- ever."
"Here, here," he choked out, and started crying all over
again.
We set our wine glasses down and stood up, dropping clothes
as we did. We ran to the bed, threw back the covers, and dove
in. The mattress was soft, the sheets were clean and cool, and
we rolled all over the bed locking in the most passionate kiss of
our lives. We kissed and hugged for some time, relishing in the
feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. I moved him to
where he was laying on his stomach, and I pushed a pillow under
his stomach, raising his ass slightly in the air. "Now I am in
charge here, Jason. Let me do what I want, OK?"
"OK," he said, rather sultrily.
It was all happening very slowly, very sensually, even
though the lights were on and no music was playing. I felt more
excited for that reason. Here in the bright room, a new
excitement, a new discovery, was to be had.
I put my hands on his body, feeling the soft smooth skin and
nearly going crazy from lust. I put my tongue on his leg. On
his balls. On his inner thigh. Higher, higher higher. I spread
his asscheeks open wide, and started slowly and carefully
bringing him pleasure.
I kissed the inside of Jason's knee and let my mouth work up
the beautiful boy's hairy thigh. I came to the ass and kissed
both cheeks gently, nibbling a bit, biting a bit. Then I started
the final phase of pleasure that I knew would drive him wild.
I licked his balls which were against the mattress between
his legs. Then I sucked them in and released them. I blew my
soft, warm breath over his asshole, rubbed my hair over it,
touched it with his fingers, played with it, massaged it.
I looked at it. It was soft, smooth, dark, and surrounded
with dark hair, the same beautiful silky smooth hair that flowed
freely from his head. I put my hands on his buttocks.
Jason was moaning, "Andrew, please Andrew, suck it, oh
please suck it...."
And then I placed my lips at the opening of his anus and the
tongue he had been begging for finally touched the spot and the
sensation was too incredible for me to realize.
I put my tongue in.
Out.
In.
Out. The rhythm slowly increased.
I suck and blew, all the while rubbing my lips against the
buttocks. My tongue now began a rapid licking and lapping until
Jason seemed to be going out of his mind.
I lay back on my back and had him stand over me, positioning
him over my head. He bent until his balls touched my nose and
his ass was fitted against my lips.
"Andrew, I can't stand it," Jason said as he moved his butt
over my tongue. "I'm going to come!"
"Go ahead," I said, jacking on my own cock as well, "only
don't catch it, let it run down, let it fall."
Jason brought his ass down hard and I shoved my tongue in it
as far as it could go. At the same time, Jason grabbed his cock
and began working it up and down frantically. Our breathing
became labored, and that was the only sound to be heard other
than the sucking I was making and his light moans.
After a few strokes, he came; it shot out of his cock and
his hand stopped it from flying all over the bed. Then it
dripped down, over his balls, and fell onto my forehead, and onto
my hair. He fell to the side and watched my cock erupt all over
my stomach, chest and face, and then crawled all over me, licking
it off.
"Wow! That was unreal," Jason said, still panting.
"I know, baby. I know." I said, smiling.
We talked for a while, showered, and then slept, wrapped in
each other.
The rest of our stay went much the same way. The sex was
minimal, but exquisite. We ate our way through the town, and
became literally the talk of the town everywhere we went. Heads
turned and people seemed to kill themselves to make us welcome
and happy. When we said goodbye to the Manager of Las Mananitas,
he told us to come back soon, and we vowed to do exactly that.
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