Buenos Aires and Mile High Club

Jacaranda Trees in Bloom, Buenos Aires, Argentina…”Mi Buenos Aires querido…cuando yo te vuelva a ver”

Buenos Aires Taxi Boys

By Richard de Orizaba

In Argentina, they are called “Taxi Boys” because you can rent them. These are hustlers, and all of them are, there is no pretext here, they are after money and will do anything for the right price. What you can’t do with them is deny them their masculinity. You have to be constantly playing their game and fortifying their egos. As long as you do that, you can pretty much have them eating out of the palm of your hand.

My situation was unique. I was working for an American computer company and I divided my time between Brazil and Argentina as I spoke both languages. There would be times of the year when I only did computer shows in the two countries, sometimes I would also go to Chile. But on a week to week basis my company used me to make collections and bring spare computer parts to replace those that were under warranty and had been damaged.

There was one major hurdle: the Argentine importation duties run around 200% for any computer or computer parts. This was originally designed to protect the Argentine manufacturing of computers which never even got off the ground... Can you imagine the Argentineans building computers to compete with Japan, China or Korea? It would never happen.

What did happen was that this put in place a very artificial system where it became lucrative to bring in computer parts and then assemble the computers in Argentina. Also, it gave rise to a high traffic of smuggled computer parts. My company didn’t want to do anything illegal at first, but they found out the hard way that everyone was doing it and began to fill my suitcases with memory chips, mother boards and other peripherals every trip I made. I was doing one trip per week.

Buenos Aires became my second home. My company had an apartment they took as collateral from one of the computer stores that did not pay their balance and they now were stuck with a very luxurious apartment right on Avenida Libertador almost at the corner of Oro, across the park and in the fashionable Palermo district.

There would almost always be somebody or other staying there that worked for the company so they were making good use of the apartment, and saving on hotel bills; however, in order to take actual possession of it and sell it to recuperate their money they were facing many years of litigation in the Argentine courts. The lawyers said it could take up to eight years.

But once in a while, I had the apartment all to myself and I found that the doorman was very gay friendly as once the son of a bitch got me in the elevator and started to grope himself. I brought him to the apartment and gave him a blow job. He wasn’t bad, a man in his forties and very handsome as Argentine men tend to be; only he had a little bit of a pot belly, but he was “doable”. Once that happened, he would turn a blind eye at my very promiscuous activities.

I started to bring in Taxi Boys and once in a great while whenever I was in the mood to go to a gay bar, I might pick up a trick. But for the most part, I preferred to pay for the little whores.

The apartment was very nice; it had a balcony running the whole front end of the building. The master bedroom which was mine and the living room were the only two rooms that had access to the balcony. On the sixth floor, it afforded a very beautiful view of the park across the street and because Libertador makes a sharp turn, I could see almost all the way to downtown Buenos Aires. I also had a very interesting view of the gardens to the right of the building of the residence of the American Ambassador. There were many parties I would watch from my window or if I stretched I could also see them from my balcony. I think I once spotted Henry Kissinger.

I would travel from Miami on a Sunday night, arrive in Buenos Aires early in the morning and head downtown straight from the airport to deliver all t

he parts. Then the next couple of days I would use to go from computer store to computer store collecting money. By Thursday afternoon I would be ready to leave and catch the overnight flight to Miami. This went on for a few months. I would turn in the money Friday morning and would have three days off.

They took care of packing the two bags and also to pay off the customs officials. I was told in advance which line I should get in to pass through customs. In any case, the way it was, I always carried a round trip ticket to Montevideo and if I was questioned I was supposed to say that I was in transit to Montevideo. Since the Montevideo flights leave from the municipal airport right across the park in front of my apartment, and none were out of Ezeiza I had that excuse. I also carried enough money with me that if I was to get stopped I would also be able to bribe the customs agent. This was so pervasive and commonplace; everyone knew that the customs people at Ezeiza Airport were all corrupt.

About the only thing you could not bring was drugs, but I suspect that some of that also got through because if you pay enough of a bribe you can get away with just about anything.

In one of the many outings, I went to a very famous bar named “GASOIL” where they have these strippers and one in particular that had the biggest schlong would be hard and as big as my cock but he would always find some bald headed man, get on top of the chair and bang his dick against his shiny bald head. It was a hoot.

At “GASOIL” I got cruised by this very beautiful younger guy. He was a professional soccer player. At least that is what he told me when I asked what he did for a living. His name was Fabricio and he could not have been older than 22. But the good looks of this guy were incredible. From what I could determine, and it was difficult because it was cold outside and he still had a sweater on and a coat, you could almost make out a very fit body.

Fabricio was playing in Buenos Aires in two days and he was staying with the team in a hotel. He told me he was from the province of Corrientes. I didn’t ask what team he played for.

But he said that we couldn’t go to his hotel. I told him we could go to my apartment. Which was not far and he accepted. I still had no idea what he was about or what he liked to do. We took a taxi and arrived at my apartment within minutes. The doorman, winked at me and I tipped him.

Once we got inside the apartment he just embraced me and we kissed. Our hands were exploring, mine under his sweater and I discovered that he was totally hairless, not even any stubble. He in turn began to travel south and eventually got to my crotch. It was like fireworks had exploded. The guy just went crazy. It seemed like he had never had a cock or at least not one the size of mine.

Fabricio took off his coat and his sweater. He even unbuttoned his pants. Then I did the same and we embraced once more but not for long. He then pulled down my underwear and just got a hold of my dick and almost immediately after he fell to the floor and started to service me. It was clear now who was going to be bottom. Once in a while, as he sucked, he would look up at me and give me a very sly, malicious smile, like the kid who stole the candy bar or the cat that ate the canary. I knew what it meant: Fabricio wanted that fucking big dick up his ass. He wasn’t going to ask for it yet as that would not have been proper, but I reached over to grab his ass and his dick. He seemed to prefer for me to play with his ass.

I made him stop sucking and he was still standing when I sort of turned him around and I knelt to eat his ass. Not only did he welcome it, he bent over some more to allow me to get to it better. Once I determined he was clean, I just started to rim him and finger fuck him. Now he was moaning and panting. No stopping now, I thought. But I didn’t have to do much persuasion, he asked me to put my dick in his hole.

“aaahhh, ay, ay, ay, que rico, ay, ay, fóllame, si, si, ay, ay, fóllame duro, si, si, así, duro, ay, ay” (aaahh, oh, oh, oh, how good, oh, oh, fuck me, yes, yes, oh, oh, fuck me hard, yes, yes, that’s it, hard, oh, oh) and he shot his wad on his chest. I bent and caught the last of his delicious jock juice from his cock, which was uncut and beautiful and then proceeded to lick all that had been spilled on his chest. That of course sent me over the edge and I shot my jizz very deep in his ass.

We went at it sometime in the middle of the night and then slept some more. He left in the morning and returned to the hotel. I made it a point to watch the game that was being televised the following day, but I didn’t know what team he played for and didn’t recognize him when I watched.

THE MILE HIGH CLUB

Aerolineas Argentinas flight 1303 from Miami to Buenos Aires was already delayed two hours. It was to leave around 7:00 pm and would arrive at 5:00 in the morning. This delay meant that I would be getting into Buenos Aires right at the peak of rush hour. Ordinarily, the trip to the airport or from the airport to my apartment takes an hour. If it is during the rush hour, I have spent as much as two hours. When I know I am going to be delayed like that, I just catch the shuttle and take a taxi to my company’s office downtown. Otherwise, if it arrives on time, I can take a taxi.

It was bound to happen. If you take two weekly flights, as long as this flight was, from Miami to Buenos Aires and back once a week, you are likely to meet some good looking stud. It is almost impossible to do anything on board, after all, most of the flights are terribly full. But this one time the flight was almost empty. This was back in the day when smoking was still allowed and I chose to sit in the smoking section. It was towards the back, as a matter of fact, there was only one more row of seats and then the toilets. Both rows were empty. I sat on the right by the window and on the other row across the isle there were also three seats and there sat one fucking, drop-dead gorgeous stud.

From the minute he walked in and was placing a hand bag piece of luggage in the rack above, I noticed his build. When he turned around, he smiled and said hello in Spanish. Beautiful smile he gave me, and the most perfect teeth. He had that tanned and healthy skin. I figured he was around 30 years old. Surely he was some kind of executive but didn’t wear a suit, possibly he was on vacation.

As the time drew near, it was clear that the plane was going to be almost empty. They closed the doors of the plane and we got our goodies from Duty Free and one last passenger boarded and she sat on the front row across from me (in front of the seat stud was sitting) The plane took off and once on the air, I lit a cigarette and the flight attendant came by and offered me a drink. In those days even booze was complimentary. The flight attendant wasn’t bad either. I knew he was gay because of the way he talked and the pinky ring. He was good looking and he winked at me, all the while also cruising the stud on the other row across.

The male flight attendant and another flight attendant, a very attractive female served dinner. The girl sitting across the aisle ate and asked for a blanket. The female flight attendant brought her one and brought each one of us a blanket. The girl just curled into a fetal position across the three seats and even covered her head. She went to sleep right away.

My good looking stud across the aisle, then came over and asked for a light, he sat next to me and introduced himself.

“My name is Darío”

“I’m Richard”

And he sat down next to me in the seat adjacent to the aisle. I had finished eating and lit up another cigarette. I waited for the flight attendant to pick up the dinner service and he came almost right away. This time he stopped to chat, all the while cruising the shit out of both of us, a few limp wrists and rolling of the eyes. He was putting up a show for us….he was saying: “I’m a big bottom, I need to get fucked”. When he left, Darío and I both looked at each other and broke out laughing.

Then Darío said: “You know, I am gay myself, but I would never go to bed with a guy that feminine”

My answer was: “But would you go to bed with a guy like me?”

He said: “It all depends….”

Me- “Depends on what? Are you attracted to me?”

He answered: “For sure, I am, you are one hell of a good looking stud, but it depends on what you like to do in bed”

Me- “Well, I bet you if I show you something, I can persuade you”

It was then that I pulled out my cock, which had already become engorged and Darío opened his eyes, very wide and exclaimed “That will do it for me”

By now, all the lights on the plane had been turned off and most if not all had gone to sleep. As we became surer that nobody would be coming back, Darío also pulled out his cock and pulled down his pants. He had the perfect ass, his cock wasn’t bad either. We had the blankets covering us in case somebody would come to the back to use the bathroom. It was then that Darío went down on me. He was a good cock sucker and I was about to blow my load when some asshole gets up from his seat and starts to walk towards us. Darío stopped and sat up, both of us covered with the blanket. I lit a cigarette and the old fart went to the bathroom, surely he had to jerk off because he took a while in there. He came out and returned to his seat, unaware of our little sexual activity.

All the time the old fart was in the restroom I didn’t go soft. Darío picked up where he had left, and continue to suck me. Then incredibly, he sat on my cock and just milked it until I shot my wad. He too came but I was unable to catch any of it. I was now officially welcomed into the “Mile High Club”.

Darío was from Mar del Plata and he insisted that I should come with him to his house. I told him I wasn’t sure because I may have to fly back Thursday, so he gave me his phone number after we landed and agreed to meet if I were to stay in Argentina that weekend. As it turned out, I did stay and I gave him a call. I took a train and he was at the station in Mar del Plata to meet me.

Since it was summer in the Southern Hemisphere, the beach in Mar del Plata was packed. We went to Darío’s apartment, which was humble but very comfortable. His family lived nearby and he even invited me to dinner at his mother’s house. They were making a churrasco and it was one of the best I ever had.

But the sex with Darío, in his apartment, with no pressures and totally uninhibited was incredible. I must have fucked him at least eight times in those two days and got to suck him off at least a dozen times.

The beach at Mar del Plata was wonderful, all except the water, it was freezing cold. I am used to Miami and this was at least a good twenty degrees cooler. But the boys there were hot and even hotter was Darío. He took me around to some of the gay clubs and all around the city. He was showing me off as if I was one envied possession, a trophy, if you will.

I have to tell you that I ate the best peach I ever had in my life, I bought it from a fruit monger on the street and it was the size of a baseball. The smell was incredible and when I bit into it I thought I had an out of body experience…Georgia peaches, as good as they are couldn’t possibly compare.

I took the train back to Buenos Aires, collected money for my company and I made it back on Wednesday instead of Thursday and that gave me an extra day of rest.