There were people everywhere. Merengues, salsas and bachatas screaming from cars parked along the roadside. "This is where the party is," I thought. And I was correct. I was there all of 15 minutes when Juan Miguel swaggered up to me and said something seductive. I couldn't understand what was coming out of those luscious chocolate-colored lips, but the way he looked at me said it all. After some playful moments with him flexing and posing for my approval, we wound up at my hotel room. He dispelled two myths for me that night. All bodybuilders are not created equally below the belt and they are not all stiff. He was quite limber as he manuevered us into positions I had never imagined. And I swear I can still feel him inside of me today.
Which is why I had come to the beach to relax and soak up some sun on my last day here. I must have dosed off for a few minutes. The sound of Juan Miguels sultry baritone voice awakened me. I opened my eyes to see that he was not alone. He and his friends all had that same look on their faces. I guess I won't be getting much relaxation today.
3 comments:
What an experience! So, please tell us....Which one is Juan Miguel???????
EXCUSE ME......BUT WHAT EXOTIC LOCATION WAS THIS ? THE BROS. ARE ABSOLUTELY DIVINE!!
i go to Cabarete all the time. Where did you meet these guys?
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