chapter 1 " good things cum to those who wait "
By Rob Loveboy
Edits by James Fitzhugh
Good things cum to those that wait!
Mike had known Jerry for many years. They were strictly internet pals. Mike
decided that since he would be in Los Angeles on business, he would extend his
trip and go down to San Diego and meet the man in person. Both men had something
in common --boys. They would be spending the weekend in Tijuana where Jerry
promised Mike the weekend of his life.
It took three hours to cross the border, Mike wondered why all the traffic on
that Friday afternoon. Jerry told him that shopping and underage drinking were
the two main attractions while drugs and prostitutes were a close second. "You
can get anything you want in Tijuana for a very low price."
"Including boys, so you say." Mike said,
"You said it, pal. The best commodity the city has to offer and dirt cheap
too!" he laughed.
Jerry and a few of his friends met in Tijuana every three months for an
extended weekend retreat in what they called a PMF, "Pedophilo Mexican Fiesta!"
Mike had been looking forward to the mini get-away for a very long time, --like
all his life! Except for the crack head kids back home, he never had sex with
anyone younger than fifteen. He was well aware that Jerry and his cohorts used
both boys and girls depending on their preference or, choix du jour. The closer
they neared Tijuana in Jerry’s SUV, the harder Mike’s cock got.
Jerry advised, "We’ll go pick out a few kids first, then check into the motel
rather than backtrack… if thats okay with you?"
A few kids? Jerry made it sound like they were idly stopping for a few
groceries, or a few beer... maybe even a few bottles of tequila! NOT little kids
that they planned on molesting! Mike became nervous as the reality became
clearer, almost surreal.
They turned off a main highway onto a rutted road that Jerry said was
impassable whenever it rained. "Mother nature is on our side this weekend."
jerry chuckled. "Many times I’ve come all the way down here only to have to
drive a few hours longer to another orphanage in the jungle." he sighed, "Real
rugged looking indian kids there… but these kids are mostly half white...
unwanted byproducts of the tourist trade." he laughed. "Most of the girls over
twelve years-old are pregnant here at Santo Dominik Orphanage. --Hell, I may
even be a daddy to a few boys and girls that I’ve rented over the years… talk
about incest!" That time he roared in laughter at what Mike knew was no joke. It
was quite sad, in fact.
The structure was stone and mortar, a large building judging by the front
facade.Toys littered what must have once been a manicured front lawn. The sign
post chain had been broken and the slanted, weathered sign read "Santo
A very large Mexican woman opened the door, saw Jerry and beamed a smile of
rotten teeth. She grabbed him in a big hug, They exchanged words in Spanish and
were ushered into a parlour where they sat.
"Switching to English, she asked, "What will it be this time, amigo… boy...
girl, my new goat maybe?"she laughed.
"Ahhh, Senora Cortez, you are always the funny one. You know I fucked your
last goat to death. It just couldn’t handle the excitement!" he humorously
"I can see why, Senor. Sometimes you bring back my kids on the verge of death
all torn and bleeding. Your cock is much too big for your own good!"
They both then laughed. Mike had only ever seen one picture of Jerry but he
knew what the woman was inferring. He had his big cock against the lips of a boy
maybe nine or ten years old. Mike wondered if the boy could even get the head of
the mammoth organ in his mouth.
Jerry got down to business. "For me, a virgin girl, nine or ten, and a boy
eleven or 12 who can squirt. --And no repeats, fresh meat!" Jerry turned to
Mike, as did the woman awaiting his order.
"Two boys, one ten, the other twelve or 13, I suppose... as long as the
eldest can cum."
"You men sure like your boy juice." she teased.
Jerry said, "Nectar of the gods, Senora... the fountain of youth. Just look
at me, --102 years old and look maybe 40ish."
Her laughter faded away down a long corridor leaving the men alone for a
short time. She returned with four girls and 10 boys all appearing somewhat
scared. Mike wanted all the boys. Hell, he’d willingly break his bank account to
spend a weekend in a harem. Jerry was right, they all had caucasian blood-lines,
two were oddly platinum-blond.
Jerry said, "Have them take their clothes off, Senora. You know I like to
inspect the merchandize first."
Mike was rock hard as the kids stripped. The white haired boys were
definitely frauds, their dusting of pubic hair was black. Their hair had been
dyed by the woman who scolded the boys and girls as they protected their
modesty. Jerry studied them like livestock at a farmer’s market. He told them to
turn around and bend over. "Most of these boys are hardly virgins, Senora!"
"You did not ask for male virgins. Only a girl, Senor. They are getting
rather rare and I charge double the rental for them now."
Mike couldn’t help ask, "You mean you rent out more boys than girls,
"Si, Senor. Boys are very popular lately. European tourists, mostly. I have
ten men being entertained in the guest house at this minute. All wanting virgin
boys, not girls."
Mike had noticed a much smaller structure some fifty-yards beyond the large
home that perhaps had once been staff housing. He was shocked, blown away. Now
only did the place have take out, but a man could also eat in!
The lady continued, "I’ll make you a deal. You can have extra girl, one each
if you rent four barely used boys."
Jerry opened his wallet, peeled out $530, selected his two girls and left the
boys to Mike’s option. The senora saw him struggling with the decision and
tossed another boy into the package-deal for $30 laughing her head off. She was
pointing at his grey flannel sweatpants that rose with a huge wet spot
embarrassingly darkening the material. "Hurry and get this man to the motel
before I lose an eye, Jerrald!" She said, continuing to laugh uproariously.
Two girls. 9 and 10, and five boys, 10 to thirteen hesitantly followed the
two men like goslings out the door to the SUV. The men waved at Senora Cortez
and drove off with their weekend gaggle of illicit whores. Mike literally came
simply by his arm brushing his crotch as he fastened his seatbelt. He wished
that he had worn underwear that day.
Their accommodations for the weekend were hardly even half-star. The only
redeeming feature of the one story, twenty room dilapidated structure, was a
swimming pool and surprisingly well groomed terrace that all the rooms
overlooked in a horseshoe shape.
Worse still, the place lost Mike’s reservation and he was forced to room with
Jerry, However, as Jerry explained, no four or five star resort would allow
seven whore-kids through the lobby door let alone be taken to a room! They had
reputations to uphold.
Senora Cortez’s obese brother, Philippe, owned the flea-bag motel where most
of his sister’s clients committed their sins. Checking in, Jerry handed over a
small boy for senor Cortez’s temporary use, who greatly appreciated the tip.
Around the back, surrounded and secluded by a ten-foot ivy covered fence,
many men lazed around the pool and waved at Jerry. Most were naked, as were over
a dozen boys aged 6 to fifteen and one girl, perhaps twelve. Jerry stopped
enroute to their room and introduced Mike. The kids all waved to each other as
Mike realized, of course, that they all came from the same orphanage. He was,
however, impressed with the men he saw. Ages ranged between 35 and seventy, and
all handsome and sported decently toned bodies. He had formed a preconceived
image of the pedo-club members all to be like Philippe for some strange reason,
although Jerry was also a very nice looking man so he didn’t know why he came to
Their room was everything Mile expected. Peeling paint, a missing bathroom
door. Two concaved beds sagged in the middle covered by a blanket stained with
what he prefered not to dwell on. Surprisingly, a new model television with
built in DVD player sat on the credenza, he looked at a stack of DVD’s only to
see they were all kiddie porn.
Jerry was undressing and saw him looking through the pile and said, "Ya can
buy them from Philippe and he will mail them home to you in discrete plastic
cases of other movie titles."
Mike studied one and said horrified, "This kid is still in diapers, for fuck
"Welcome to Tijuana, Mikey… I told you that a guy can get anything he wants
here if he knows where to look." he reminded his friend. To the kids, he ordered
"Desvestirse!" Mike didn’t have to ask the meaning, --the kids were disrobing.
Shorts and shirts were all they had on; not even shoes on their dirty feet.
The reason Mike didn’t really want to share a room with Jerry was exactly that
of having to watch him grab the youngest girl, lay her prone and feel her up.
Then he greased his huge cock and drove it into her. Mike was standing in front
of the oldest boy sitting on the bed, his cock to Carlo’s lips when he heard
Jerry cuss and say, "This one ain’t no virgin... Senora ‘Douche-Bag’ Cortez!"
How Jerry knew that was a mystery, surely his big cock packed the little girl’s
vagina. Mike could barely see the little girl under Jerry’s large frame other
than a small arm and leg protruding.
Carlo was giving great head by then and took Mike’s mind off the goings on in
the next bed. The other kids stood around watching the adults in their lustful
states knowing their own time would come soon enough. Mike looked at the little
naked nine year-old senorita with the butterfly looking hairless pussy watching
his blowjob and thought he might try a girl just for the hell of it, although
the naked boys were much more appealing to him as he pulled Carlo’s head into
his crotch and came deep in the boy’s mouth. Carlo who took it like a champion
never missing a hand stroke or suction technique to the last drop as Mike’s
knees began to wobble and he feared falling down.
* * *
After both men had cleaned themselves up, the entourage was taken out to the
pool to frolic with the other kids having fun in the pool. Mike met the men by
name, but having a poor memory for names, soon forgotten. They were doctors,
lawyers, CEO’s of major corporations and one even a movie star that Mike was
gaga at meeting.
The liquor flowed freely served by a beautiful, near naked Mayan boy of
fifteen wearing a thong. This boy belonged to the race of Mexico’s most
attractive peoples from the eastern side of the country. The features of the
Mayan people were so defined and beautiful, male and female alike. As Jerry
reminded Mike once again, anything can be had for a price, Marco was another
commodity that could be rented exclusively through the establishments
proprietor, Philippe Cortez, and added to the room tab. The movie star, however,
owned the rights to the boy that weekend.
Then Mike was introduced to the two room attendants, Alonso and Sergio, both
14, who wore white loincloths as they cleaned the rooms. They were known to
cheat on Philippe and provide bartered blowjobs to discrete regular guests who
preferred not to go through the fat pimp.
Dante, on the other hand, at 16 was an absolute Adonis who prefered to garden
and tend to the swimming pool in the nude. His cock hung a good six-inches, fat
as a fiata, a pink glan turtled in and out of the foreskin; huge golf-ball
testicles swayed along with the rest of his genials when he walked. Mike started
to appreciate the exorbitant room prices he first questioned, the eye-candy
alone was worth the price of admission. The Paradise Motel might be a dump by
all standards, but on the contrary, well named.
The entertainment was ongoing that afternoon. One of the clientele, Pierre,
owner of a very well known auto-parts chain, had rented a 10 year-old girl for
no other reason than to make the necessary arrangements with Philippe to have
Dante fuck the girl on the diving board for all patrons to witness. A challenge
the teen lived up to with gusto, the bouncing board near tossing the couple into
the water. He came all over her face for added value and applause erupted from
the appreciative crowd. He stood, cock leaking profusely, and bowed. Shortly
thereafter, he passed a ball cap collecting tips that overflowed with well
deserved five and ten-dollar bills.
Philippe, a former chef, along with two seventeen year-old sous-chefs made a
splendid BBQ roast pig with an assortment of salads laid out and afterwards,
cleaned up by the boys under his employ. There was nothing formal about it, the
twenty or so men ate off paper-plates and plastic utensils and gladly paid $40
each and $20 for their kid’s meals, all reaped by Philippe who obviously did
nothing without a grand fee attached.
The main stage consisted of a 10x10 plywood riser. Chinese lanterns lit the
deck area as well as the stage. The evening entertainment show sickened Mike.
Five naked boys around eleven and twelve first danced quite nicely in a Mexican
hat dance. They were native-indians, dark skinned with sharp, gruff, features as
they are known.
Two boys left the stage. The three remaining entertainers crawled around on
all fours barking, sniffing and licking each other’s ass and genitals to an
upbeat tune with a chorus of "oooh chihuahua" blaring from a sound system. The
two off-stage boys led three german shepherds on stage… and thats when scenes
The boys smeared their genitals in something the dogs liked and happily
licked as the boys crawled under the dogs and began to suck them off. The only
amusing part of the disgusting show was the hilarious expression of bliss on all
If that wasn’t enough, a boy then walked a pony onto the stage, crawled under
sitting on a stool and masturbated it, then sucked the large-red projectile
erection while jerking the animal off. The pony ejaculated, the boy choked a
moment and then proceeded to capture the semen in his mouth with most of it
saturating his face and neck. The crowd cheered. Whether the dogs came or not was
upstaged by the pony getting a blowjob.
Mike looked at Jerry in complete unbelief and disgust, Jerry shrugged,
smiled, and said, "Only in Mexico, my friend… only in Mexico."
The five boys past hats collecting tips. Again, the men were generous. The
lawyer gave the pony-boy an undisclosed sum and sat back to receive a blowjob
from him, a display that Mike thought much more pleasing to watch.
* * *
Back in their room, Jerry and Mike were priming themselves watching the two
girls getting fucked by the older boys as the younger ones sucked them off.
Mike found it incredibly wild watching the kids fuck the girls. He was almost as
turned on as he had been when he watched the highly erotic scene of Dante
screwing the young girl on the bouncing diving board.
Jerry rolled his 10 year-old cock sucker onto his back, had the other boy
lube his manhood and direct it to the target, then hold the kid’s legs high all
the while probably thanking the gods it wasn’t him. Mike had a clear view of the
large cock spreading the pink rectal flesh wide until the cock sunk deeper, the
pink rim along with it, instead the expanded skin swelled with a redness as the
boy screamed... another turn on for Mike that he really didn’t understand and
tried to deny while his balls boiled closer and closer to orgasm with every yelp
from the sobbing kid. He blasted Andre’s mouth… or maybe his name was Lucas…
with a load so heavily fueled by the lurid sex happening around him. The two
boys were still pounding away, sweat dripping off their faces. He wondered if
they used the girls often at the orphanage then remembered Senora Cortez saying
she forbade random sexual activity. He had a disgusting thought of the old cow
taking the boys to her bed at night. He shuddered at the thought.
Jerry said something in Spanish to the boy assisting him who leaned forward
and opened his mouth, Jerry pulled out in the process of ejaculation, a rope of
cum shot just before the kid took him, finished off by his audible slurping,
When Jerry motioned him over to the other bed along with him, Mike knelt
between the girl’s legs and sucked the cum out of her. Mike waited in
anticipation for the other boy to blow his load. Finally, the kid reared his
head, groaned and emptied his balls deep inside of her. Mike sucked the cock
upon exit, ignoring the small amount of blood, then feasted on the warm fluid
inside the folds. He had never even seen a pussy that close, let alone a nine
year-old’s whose redness looked every bit as sore as the boy Jerry had just
Jerry told his friend to move up and placed Mike’s hard, warm member at the
nine year-old’s vaginal lips and watched it sink ever so slowly into the crying
girl. The boy that fucked her was not near the length and girth of her first
man. "Mike said to her, "You’ll learn to love it, sweet heart." shocked at his
The sounds of yelps, howls, and curdling screams echoed through the motel
most of the night as men had their way with children they bought and paid a
pittance for the privilege of sexually using and abusing. Both men fucked out,
Jerry with two girls and a boy snuggled into him, Mike with three boys, all
settled down to a good night’s sleep. The fifth boy, Gabriel, was never returned
by Philippe that day or night.
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