I went to her house a couple of times and made out. But it never came to anything.
It was real weird; I was still in my jumpy excited sex stage.
She was thirty-one and in her let’s make sweet love stage.
It was botched so we never had sex.
My sex life didn’t really start until I graduated and got off those damn pills.
I went to the Grand Canyon to work the summer after I graduated.
Lasted at the Grand Canyon for a month.
They fired me so I went to San Diego.
Met some ass named Paul.
He was living in a hotel I worked at.
I would work the midnight shift and he would tell me all these strange stories about Tijuana.
He talked a lot about prostitutes.
I was really horny. So I listened.
Once, on my day off, I went to Tijuana.
Rode the trolley there from downtown San Diego.
Walked through the human suffering to get to Revolution Blvd.
A lot of men were yelling at me to buy their sisters and crystal meth.
I walked on.
Paul told me to go to a place called Bambi’s.
I was very focused on getting laid, but I noticed I was in a complete hellhole.
There were children everywhere asking Americans to buy gum and bracelets.
The sun was beating down on the faces, concrete, and beggars.
I was sweating heavily.
The cab drivers were yelling at me to get a ride from them, so I did. I said, “Take me to Bambi’s.”
The cab ride was hell, everyone was beeping and there was a parade for Vicente Fox.
The cab driver dropped me off in front of Bambi’s.
I handed him a five even though it was a two-minute ride.
There were two men standing by the door. They were yelling at every American that walked by, “TITTIES, PUSSY, TITTIES!”
They opened a curtain for me and I went in.
The place was dark, verging on creepy.
There was a stage in the middle of the room with seats around it.
A female was dancing. She looked cute.
A man came over and led me to a table.
Then the man asked what I would like to drink in English and I said, “Tecate.”
He brought the beer back and put his hand out for a tip. I gave him a dollar.
The waiter left.
I sat for three minutes and a girl came over.
She was ugly and I didn’t want to have sex with her.
She put her hand on my crotch and said, “You wanna go to a motel?”
I responded, “No, just give me a minute. I’m relaxing for right now.”
She said, “Okay.” Then left.
Another dancer came over. She was medium height and really hot.
She had on tight stretch pants and a tight shirt.
She had a pretty face and soft black hair.
She said her name was Liticia.
Liticia put her hand on my crotch the same way the other dancer did and said, “You wanna go to a motel.”
It became obvious that was one of the few English sentences they could say.
I said, “Yes, let’s go.”
She grabbed my hand and we walked out of the bar, down the street, then down a side street.
We got to an ugly motel that rented rooms for one hour at a time.
I paid for the hour’s time.
We went into the room and she asked for thirty dollars.
I took it out of my wallet and gave it to her.
She looked beautiful standing there.
I was horny and very lonely.
Hadn’t even touched a female’s body in over four months.
Was dying to just touch someone.
She said we had an hour.
I wanted that whole hour.
Liticia and I lay on the bed together.
She let me take off her shirt.
I touched her skin.
It was so soft.
I liked touching it.
She removed her bra.
She had perky little titties.
I kissed them and put her nipples in my mouth.
Liticia removed my shirt and ran her hands over my chest.
There was no talking; neither of us knew the other’s language.
She didn’t allow kissing.
She removed my pants and boxers.
She put my penis in her mouth and sucked.
She was a real pro.
Not like the females back home.
Liticia knew what she was doing.
I pushed her pants off of her.
She had on a tiny black thong.
We rolled around together in bed.
Nakedness against nakedness, it was so nice.
I felt so good just touching another human.
It is so rare that humans get to touch each other.
Soon enough we got to the fucking.
We were doing it missionary.
I noticed her hand was over her genitals.
I had heard stories from Paul about how some of the prostitutes were male.
I put my hand down there and looked at her.
While still pumping.
Liticia looked scared for a second.
I had several choices at that moment.
1. Get pissed and split.
2. Get all homophobic and beat the shit out of her.
3. Say fuck it, suck some Mexican she-male cock and get fucked in the ass.
I said, “Me gusta Jotos,” which means I like she-males.
She smiled and lifted her hand.
There dangled a half-hard uncircumcised penis.
I pulled out of her and sucked it.
I didn’t see why not.
I had never sucked a penis before and thought it was about time.
It was sweaty.
I gagged a little.
It got harder and felt weird in my mouth.
It felt like a rock wrapped in pig intestine in my mouth.
The pleasure came from the dirtiness of it, not from the actual act.
Maybe I would have enjoyed it more if it was bigger and circumcised, but you take what you can get for thirty bucks.
Liticia seemed happy about the whole event.
She asked in gestures if I wanted to be fucked in the ass.
I had never been fucked in the ass before, so I knew it would hurt.
The only object that had ever been in my ass besides shit was my middle finger, and her dick was much bigger than my middle finger.
I was a bit scared to be impaled by a penis, but still, it was about time.
Liticia went to her purse and got another condom, put it on herself and got on the bed.
She positioned me like a piece of meat.
I felt very objectified.
It was obvious that Liticia had done that before.
She had seen many Americans figure out she had a cock, or actually choose her because they figured she had one. And wanted to be anally penetrated and controlled by her.
I repeat, she was a pro.
Lititicia didn’t have any lubrication on so she just spit on my ass.
Which was really sexy.
I bent over doggy style and waited for insertion.
I looked forward at the wall, sweating.
Her dick entered my rectum.
PAIN, REAL FUCKING PAIN!
I took it like a pro.
The pain eventually went away and I started to enjoy it.
I stayed hard the whole time I was being pumped.
She ejaculated into the condom — that was on her dick — that was in my ass.
Then she allowed me to fuck her again.
I was so happy.
I blew a huge load.
It almost killed me.
I fell out of her.
Lay there on the bed half-dead.
There was slobber running down my chin.
Liticia got off the bed, went to the bathroom and washed off her dick.
I went into the bathroom and she handed me the soap to wash mine off.
The both of us stood there, me a Youngstown boy, and her a really hot Mexican chick with a dick.