My lover Quinton and I are currently on vacation in Mexico. We're
staying at a Sandals resort which is all inclusive. Yay. I don't have
to tip the sweaty little Mexican monkey when he brings us our pretty
drinks with umbrellas in them.
After a few drinks and a bellyful of their buffet, Quinton was feeling
randy for me and gently whispered "I want your tool in my stinkhole".
I observed a wide grin spread across his face and noticed a small wet
spot near the groin area of his spandex swim suit. We climbed the
stairs toward our cabin and my mind raced wildly at the prospect of
depositing a load across his bronzed abs. Then it happened. All of the
stair climbing combined with the delish buffet had worked it's mojo on
my stomach. The first gas I cut was purely accidental. "Oh, hee hee,
excuse me..." I said. Quinton stopped, glanced back and said "you have
no idea how ***y it is to hear Toothless call my name."
I glanced toward his groin and boy oh boy, he wasn't lying. I could
see his short but fat erection through his swim suit. He wanted to put
it in my man anus while I shouted out "don't....stop....don't, stop".
I decided to tease him with a second burst of anal gas. It was a long
drawn out one that smelled like a cross between truffles, poached eggs
and sulpher. Those buffets can sure craft a lethal fart!
It really sent him over the edge. He already had a finger in my
buttocks when we finally made it to the cabin. Quinton had his way
with me.
I'd hate to be around when room service came by the next morning to
change the sheets. If they ask, I'll just tell them that my parents
are in another cabin and my elderly father spent the night in my cabin
for the night and made the poo in the bed. Hee, hee. Little will they
know. I'm not cleaning that up. One of those little monkey women can.
Bernie Woodham
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