Port Day in Cabo

I took a tender over to Cabo San Lucas. After a month on board the cruise ship, any solid ground, even Cabo, was welcome. At twenty-one, this was my first contract with the cruise company as a dancer in the shows. I hadn't made any real friends at this point and was feeling a little homesick. My plan was to just enjoy solid ground and maybe do a little sightseeing.

I got off the tender and started walking over to an area popular with the tourists, where I had heard there was an indoor mall with air-conditioning. As I made my way, several men stopped me to try and sell me little trinkets and cheap magnets with "Cabo" imprinted on them. As I crossed a street a man stopped me and asked if I wanted "coca, weed, MDMA?" I declined. As soon as I spoke to the man a policeman approached me.

"Sir it is illegal to buy drugs in Cabo." In a flash my hands were cuffed, and he put me in the back of an official looking car. He got in, started the engine, and stepped on the gas.

"Um, there's been a mistake, I wasn't buying drugs. I was declining his offer."

He pulled off into a quiet alley and turned around to face me in the back seat. "Maybe for one hundred dollars we can clear this up?"

I had heard about the Mexican police pulling such tactics, but never imagined them to be true.

"I only have twenty dollars and credit cards sir."

He spotted my crew lanyard. "You work on the ship?"

"Yes, I'm a dancer."

"Maybe we can work something out." He turned back around and out the car back into gear. We zoomed through the crooked streets so fast I lost my bearings and couldn't tell where I was. Eventually we pulled into a parking lot of a government building with Mexican flags waving in the wind.

He came around and took me out of the car and led me into the building. His big hand wrapped around my tiny bicep as he led me down a hall. We got to a room labeled with a "2" and he pushed me in. In the room was a metal table and two metal chairs. There were no windows, just harsh overhead lighting.

"Before I can let you go, I need to make sure you are telling the truth. Please remove all of your clothing."

"What," I asked with my heart about to leap from my chest.

"Take off all your clothing." He took my little backpack from me and emptied it onto the table. He pawed through my things as I slowly slipped off my flip flops, then my shirt, and then my shorts, revealing the red jockstrap I was wearing underneath.

"Everything."

I slipped the jock off and stood there trying to maintain some sort of modesty with my hand over my cock and balls. As he went through the few things in my bag, I took a chance to look him over. He was a lot taller than me with long legs and a little bit of a beer gut starting. I noticed him pause and look at the travel size lube I carried with me.

"Put your chest on the table and spread your cheeks. And don't stop until I tell you."

The cold metal table made me jump a little as my bare chest came into contact with it. I reached behind and pulled my ass apart per his instructions.

A flash went off behind me and I could hear the keyboard sounds as he texted. My first thought was, "What sort of psycho leaves the keyboard sounds on?" My second thought, "Who is he texting a picture of my hole to?"

Suddenly I felt his rough hand on my skinny little ass. Dancing three performances a day plus rehearsals had made me extra lean and my 5'7" frame was only carrying about 100 pounds. His thumb pressed onto my hole. "Damn, that's tight." He reached over and took the lube from the table. His rough thumb was sliding freely over my hole and then he pressed again going fully within me.

"Well, since you don't have the hundred dollars, you have two choices. You can try to navigate the Mexican courts on a drug charge, or you can pay the hundred dollars with that little ass. Probably a lot less dicks gonna be in you if you choose the second option. This ass would be busy in a Mexican jail."

I was shocked into silence. Was this really happening to me?

"What's your decision little man?"

"Option two."

"Good boy."

I heard the clang of his belt hitting the floor and then the sound of his underwear scraping over his dry skin. He put the drooling head of his cock against my hole and pressed it into me slowly until he couldn't go any further. The smell of his body from sweating in the hot sun all day was overpowering as he started fucking me. He placed one hand on my right shoulder and one hand on my left hip as he fucked me harder and harder. He pounded my hip bones into the side of the table.

I heard the door open, and the sound of two more people enter the room. They spoke to the man inside of me in Spanish in a joyous tone. A hand grabbed the back of my head and slid my face over to the edge of the table where a man was unleashing a beautiful brown uncut cock gleaming with precum. The smell of his sweat and his manhood was intoxicating. His cock set off my gag reflex, but he didn't stop thrusting into my throat.

The man in my ass pounded away until he simply froze and gasped as his cum released inside me. He took out his cock and said something to the man in my mouth, who promptly took a position behind me.

The first man presented me with his drooling uncut cock. "Clean it off."

His foreskin got longer and longer as his cock shrank to its flaccid size. So many yummy folds for my tongue to explore as his friend started his assault on my hole. His cock had been large while I was sucking it, but once my ass squeezed it, he grew even bigger. He pounded me mercilessly with the teeth of his fly digging into me with every thrust.

The first man finished and said something to the third man who quickly filled my mouth with a short thick cock. He was so thick he stretched my mouth to its limits.

The man in my ass was soon pulsing in my ass, his cock slightly stretching my asshole with every squirt of cum. He exchanged words with the man in my mouth and they switched positions.

The third man's thick cock stretched my hole wider than all the other cocks so far. He started out hard and fast and was cumming in me just as I had finished cleaning off the second man's cock. He pulled out and had me clean him off as the other guy played with my ass and chatted with his friend. When they were done, they zipped up their pants and one of them said, "Stay in here while we get you a cab back to the ship. But don't get dressed yet."

I leaned against the cold table and waited. Every set of footsteps passing the door made me wonder if somebody else was about to come in and fuck me. Soon the first policeman came in followed by an old fat man with dark skin and grey hair in his goatee and in the few remaining hairs making up a horseshoe pattern around the back of his head. They spoke in Spanish and then the policeman turned to me.

"He says he'll take you back to the ship for twenty dollars and a fuck."

I turned around and bent over the table as the two men laughed at my predicament.

His pants hit the floor with a thud and his big belly sat on my lower back while his cock slipped into me. He grasped my hips with dirty hands and pumped his cock into me, occasionally slapping his balls into my taint. His breathing was heavy, and I could feel sweat dripping off of his hairy belly. Soon he grunted and, while he hadn't been the biggest cock of the day, he was definitely the biggest load of the day. He squirted ten big ropes of cum into my insides before pulling out, turning me around, and pushing me down to my knees to clean him off. His rank crotch had clearly been sitting in a hot cab all day. Soon, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Get dressed and we go to the boat."

I did as he instructed, and we climbed into his hot cab. Through the winding streets he drove until we came around a corner and I could see the bay in front of us and the ship sitting like a haven in the middle of it. About halfway there we stopped for a light and another cab driver pulled up next to him. They exchanged words until my cab driver turned to me and said, "He's going to take you the rest of the way."

I got out of my cab and walked over to the other cab. The driver opened the front door for me. I got in and apprehensively shut the door. The light turned and he started off. For a while he continued down to the bay and then, just when I thought I was close enough to just get out, he pulled into a back alley. He said something to me in Spanish, but I didn't understand so I answered with a shrug. He unzipped his pants, and a caramel erection sprang out. He pointed to it, and I knew what I was supposed to do.

I sucked his cock as he slipped his hand down my shorts and fingered my used hole. His wife must not have sucked him very often, because he filled my mouth with his load in no time. I cleaned off his cock and the finger he had in me and then we were back on our route to the ship. When we got to where the tenders docked, he smiled at me, said something in Spanish, and gave me twenty dollars.

As I waited for the next tender, clenching my hole and hoping I wouldn't dump a load of cum all over the dock, all I could think was how I couldn’t wait to come back to Cabo.