My trip to Puerto Vallarta Part 5

CHAPTER 5 — THE WHOLE NIGHT
The construction workers pulled away suddenly, panting, with their clothes half adjusted and their eyes blazing. Don Toño sat on the edge of one of the bunks and beckoned Leonardo with his finger.

—Now it's your turn, doll. Undress me.

Leonardo looked at him from where he was, still wrapped in the pink dress and red lace, his whole body trembling with excitement. He didn't ask. He knelt in front of Don Toño and, with clumsy but determined fingers, began unbuttoning his shirt stained with mortar. Each button that opened revealed more of that broad chest, covered with gray hair and scars, smelling of sweat and man.

—Slowly —Don Toño ordered him, with a hoarse voice that rumbled in the room—. Like an obedient little woman.

Leonardo nodded without looking up. He pulled the shirt from his shoulders, exposing huge arms and a back crisscrossed with old work wounds. Then he attended to the belt. The leather yielded with a dry snap. The buttons of the pants, one by one, under the boy's trembling fingers. And finally, the cotton underpants, damp with sweat, behind which a hard, thick bulge could be guessed.

Don Toño's cock sprang into the air like a furious animal. Fat, dark, with a blue vein crossing the shaft and a reddish, glistening glans. Leonardo stood staring at it, hypnotized. It was the first cock of his life, and it was enormous.

—Suck it —said Don Toño, just like that.

Leonardo leaned forward and, with all the inexperience in the world, took the glans between his lips. The taste of man, of salt and something bitter, flooded his mouth. He began to lick, to kiss, to suck clumsily, guided by the grunts of approval the worker let out.

—That's it… use your tongue… deeper…

Meanwhile, the other four had undressed in turn. And they didn't waste time.

Luis knelt behind Leonardo and lifted the pink dress to his waist. The boy's two white, round buttocks were left bare, barely separated by the thong string. Luis pushed the lace aside with a finger and spat on the pink, tight asshole.

—Just look how tight he has it —he murmured, smearing spit on the ring of muscle—. Not even a finger will go in like that.

—So open it up —said Martín, coming over with a bottle of cooking oil he had taken from the Oxxo bag—. Here.

Luis coated his fingers with the oil and returned to Leonardo's anus. The boy moaned around Don Toño's cock when he felt the first pressure. A calloused finger entered slowly, twisting, stretching him.

—Easy, doll —Don Toño whispered, stroking his hair while pushing his head—. Relax. It's going to hurt a little at first, but then you won't want it to stop.

Luis's finger went all the way in and out. In again. And then there were two fingers, opening him patiently, oiling him inside while Ramiro and Pepe were jerking off watching the scene, and Martín was kissing Leonardo's back, murmuri...