THE OTHER LAND DOWN UNDER
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My apartment was on the 6th floor right on Libertador & Oro
Buenos Aires Taxi Boys
By Paco Prado
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 on a weekly basis my company used me to make collections and bring spare computer parts to replace those that were under warranty and had been damaged.
I am a tango singer, it is my favorite thing to do
I met him on one of the flights going down…in those days you could still smoke inside airplanes. He commented on the very effeminate flight attendant, 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 in Mar del Plata 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.
Bariloche has to be one of the most beautiful places on earth
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