A warm morning and I walked over to Plaza Santa Cecilia and breakfast on good coffee and Mexican sweetbread. Joked with the waiters Miguel and Victor. Made small chit chat with two vatos that had been deported the previous night - they at least had some money for breakfast.
Victor confessed that he too got the boot from the Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.
“Your President does not like me.” Victor smiled.
Indeed.
Went to the flicks to pass the time. In flicks, I mean Cinema Latino - Tijuana's only porno grind house. Had some kicks - the movies were decent. When I entered the dank cinema, some blond broad was blowing three studs on a couch onscreen. I took a seat in the back - one down from a very macho looking man sporting a goatee. Hey, you start grabbing your crotch in a porno theater and someone’s going to goose you. This guy was rubbing his nether region and I 'went for it'.
He flinched - pushing my offending hand away and laughed, in English, “You want to play?”
Long uncomfortable pause. Then he unzipped his khaki shorts, leaned back and mumbled, “Vamanos.” And I did my thang. He had a man cock. Big and thick. I took no prisoners and sucked that fucker like a champ - pulling my head away as great white globs gushed out - splattering the back of the seat adjacent and glazing his thick muscular hand. All I could say was wow.
I left this handsome man to his mess and went downstairs to the men's room. The fags were lined up at the urinals watching each other masturbate. I dodged into a stall and took a piss. Exiting up the stairs leading to the cinema, I was stopped by a wild eyed cockjunkie and he meant business. The little hottie pinned me in an alcove and before I could say Que onda, guey? my pants and shorts were yanked down around my ankles and the little shit took no time doing the doing. But he turned me off by repeatedly pressing to go to a hotel. No way Jose - so I composed myself and returned up into the cinema.
Next was a little Indian vato - cute is what I'm aiming for. Slurp slurp squirt. The entire back row was a goddamn blowfest - six or seven fags all doing that which is inconvenient. A little annoyed by this goofy fat fuck wouldn't leave me alone.
One thing that always surprised me attending these establishments - how can a guy bring a broad into one of these dens of homosexual sin? How can they sit there in peace when all around them it is basically a gay Roman orgy? And I am talking of Mexican porno houses. Stateside, there have only been a few experiences of some loathsome guy bringing a woman in and usually ends up with her being gang fucked by all that can. Weird.
Well, my jaw got tired so I cut and visited Daniel tending the Bar DF in the Plaza and we shot the shit. Said my goodnights and started down Revo. Ran into an acquaintance who bought me a pack of smokes and a hamburger from Carl's Jr. He explaining that he is down from San Diego the afternoon for a rentboy's skillful message and lunch at swanky Sanborn's Restaurant. Said adios to said person and wondered off down El Revo.
Victor confessed that he too got the boot from the Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.
“Your President does not like me.” Victor smiled.
Indeed.
Went to the flicks to pass the time. In flicks, I mean Cinema Latino - Tijuana's only porno grind house. Had some kicks - the movies were decent. When I entered the dank cinema, some blond broad was blowing three studs on a couch onscreen. I took a seat in the back - one down from a very macho looking man sporting a goatee. Hey, you start grabbing your crotch in a porno theater and someone’s going to goose you. This guy was rubbing his nether region and I 'went for it'.
He flinched - pushing my offending hand away and laughed, in English, “You want to play?”
Long uncomfortable pause. Then he unzipped his khaki shorts, leaned back and mumbled, “Vamanos.” And I did my thang. He had a man cock. Big and thick. I took no prisoners and sucked that fucker like a champ - pulling my head away as great white globs gushed out - splattering the back of the seat adjacent and glazing his thick muscular hand. All I could say was wow.
I left this handsome man to his mess and went downstairs to the men's room. The fags were lined up at the urinals watching each other masturbate. I dodged into a stall and took a piss. Exiting up the stairs leading to the cinema, I was stopped by a wild eyed cockjunkie and he meant business. The little hottie pinned me in an alcove and before I could say Que onda, guey? my pants and shorts were yanked down around my ankles and the little shit took no time doing the doing. But he turned me off by repeatedly pressing to go to a hotel. No way Jose - so I composed myself and returned up into the cinema.
Next was a little Indian vato - cute is what I'm aiming for. Slurp slurp squirt. The entire back row was a goddamn blowfest - six or seven fags all doing that which is inconvenient. A little annoyed by this goofy fat fuck wouldn't leave me alone.
One thing that always surprised me attending these establishments - how can a guy bring a broad into one of these dens of homosexual sin? How can they sit there in peace when all around them it is basically a gay Roman orgy? And I am talking of Mexican porno houses. Stateside, there have only been a few experiences of some loathsome guy bringing a woman in and usually ends up with her being gang fucked by all that can. Weird.
Well, my jaw got tired so I cut and visited Daniel tending the Bar DF in the Plaza and we shot the shit. Said my goodnights and started down Revo. Ran into an acquaintance who bought me a pack of smokes and a hamburger from Carl's Jr. He explaining that he is down from San Diego the afternoon for a rentboy's skillful message and lunch at swanky Sanborn's Restaurant. Said adios to said person and wondered off down El Revo.
Warm night like an Indian summer, so I decide to peruse the bars. El Taurino, Villa Garcia - sit there guzzling icy cold cerveza and not an amigo around. Hit the broken streets and they are bustling with late night activity, damn festive mood but me getting the bum kicks because there nobody I know. As fate would have it I run into an old acquaintance - my portly screaming fag friend RJ and his roomie are out and about and I tag along.
Hawaiian Bar is closed - guess they didn't pay the right officials - so we hit a new joint called Azteca and it is jumping. Wall to wall hotties and we are the toast of the town. Much liquor is consumed and ciggies puffed and we go on a swishing drunken crusade down Revolucion to bar hop - amid the catcalls and witty comments of the machos.
First place we go - up flight of dangerous stairs but rolled out the literal red carpet - was a swanky joint called Exotics. Nice - like some haughty fag place in New York. Fuck danced with three very handsome locals and downed more orange juice and vodka till we sauntered over to Medusa's - new place, so I am told. We's the only fags in the bar but enjoyed a good transvesti show and then the best stripper ever! What a body - and with each bill I caressed that Adonis physique like the perv I am. Danced to great reggeaton - and you bet I used that brass stripper pole in the middle of the dance floor like a pro - wild applause from the staff.
Stumbled back to Azteca - first RJ stopping to purchase $150 gold bracelet like the glamourpuss he be - made good contacts with the handsome waiters at Azteca. I like their type - will come home with ya if you are so inclined. One tried to impress by balancing a shot of vodka on his head. Danced, drank, smoked, yapped.
Around four, I call it a night - cause I am way fucked up - say adios and stagger home. A block from my room the obligatory stop from the cops - against the truck spread eagle and asked the routine questions Wass ur naim? Tienes ID? I reply drunkenly holding up my card, “Corbin Dallas Multipass.” At least both were cute. No problems - so I get home and crash in my king size.
Hawaiian Bar is closed - guess they didn't pay the right officials - so we hit a new joint called Azteca and it is jumping. Wall to wall hotties and we are the toast of the town. Much liquor is consumed and ciggies puffed and we go on a swishing drunken crusade down Revolucion to bar hop - amid the catcalls and witty comments of the machos.
First place we go - up flight of dangerous stairs but rolled out the literal red carpet - was a swanky joint called Exotics. Nice - like some haughty fag place in New York. Fuck danced with three very handsome locals and downed more orange juice and vodka till we sauntered over to Medusa's - new place, so I am told. We's the only fags in the bar but enjoyed a good transvesti show and then the best stripper ever! What a body - and with each bill I caressed that Adonis physique like the perv I am. Danced to great reggeaton - and you bet I used that brass stripper pole in the middle of the dance floor like a pro - wild applause from the staff.
Stumbled back to Azteca - first RJ stopping to purchase $150 gold bracelet like the glamourpuss he be - made good contacts with the handsome waiters at Azteca. I like their type - will come home with ya if you are so inclined. One tried to impress by balancing a shot of vodka on his head. Danced, drank, smoked, yapped.
Around four, I call it a night - cause I am way fucked up - say adios and stagger home. A block from my room the obligatory stop from the cops - against the truck spread eagle and asked the routine questions Wass ur naim? Tienes ID? I reply drunkenly holding up my card, “Corbin Dallas Multipass.” At least both were cute. No problems - so I get home and crash in my king size.
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