Costa Rica is worthwhile, Quepos and the countryside
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By Richard de Orizaba
I continued on to Quepos after a week in San Jose. The trip is the most tortuous and fatiguing I have ever done on a public bus. The one redeeming factor was that you actually got to see the landscape. You were able to drink in all the beautiful vistas from the bus. The damn thing was going at 20 mph. for the most part of the trip and it was like an eternity.
When we arrived in Quepos it was raining pussies and bitches so I called the resort where I had made reservations and they came to pick me up. From where the bus left us to the resort was quite a ways and the road just as unforgiving. The driver of the van however was something else. This is one cute mother fucker who was milking his good looks and just flirting with me during the whole trip. I could see how he could get extra tips from the old queens, because he was very aggressive and his face was so pretty, always invaded by the most beautiful and sincere smile, well, so it seemed.
When we arrived at the resort, he carried my bags to the room and after I gave him the tip he said: “Hey, papi, maybe I will see you later”
I was not sure what that meant, but I was hoping he would come back looking for me, perhaps even for a blow job or better yet to fuck me. I just let it go at that, you know me, I am the eternal optimist.
The place was just lovely a two story structure all directed towards a patio with a pretty swimming pool and patio chairs and loungers. This was the center of activity for a lot of gays in Quepos because they would hook up with the tourists and perhaps hustle a little money and a couple of blow jobs. The tourists were more than happy to part with their money because what they were getting was a real bargain: They would get to give some real cute twink a blow job and all they would end up spending was $10.00 and a dinner or lunch.
Seldom did the guests of the hotel had to even go out looking for tricks, the boys would just show up and they were more than safe. Management had them all well trained and they knew who they were. If there was ever any hanky panky, drugs or stealing, they knew it was the end of their hustling activities at the resort. Some of them even appeared to work there. There were guys who gave massages, some who handed out the towels, others acted as waiters and brought drinks or lunch, all in all, they were not totally useless. They were smart too. These youngsters had some degree of education. Most of them spoke at least rudimentary English. Others spoke it well, the product of a very good public education system.
The staff at the hotel couldn’t have been better. Not only were they helpful and polite, but you could see they were enjoying their work. Most if not all, were drop dead gorgeous like the driver of the van who picked me up. Later I found out that he had an affair with the owner of the resort but it was no longer happening but the owner asked him to stay on and work there.
I did hook up with one of the locals and it happened without my planning on picking up anybody. I walked down the hill to the junction of the road where there were a couple of fruit stands. At one of these, there was this one dude who was a bit rough and obviously a peasant. He didn’t appear to have much education either, judging by the way he spoke, but he was terribly butch and I noticed that he was wearing these frayed cut off pants and a green shirt with a red baseball cap. He looked at me and smiled. You know that smile that is disguised as a friendly gesture but carries with it a lot of promiscuity?
I bought a bag of guavas from him and I let him keep the change. Then we started talking and it turns out the son of a bitch was aware that I was staying at the resort and he knew that it was a place for gay tourists. I then asked him if he found that objectionable, and he responded: “definitely not, I enjoy getting sucked once in a while” I took that as an opening, so I asked him if he needed it now. He told me in no uncertain terms that he always needed to get off
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This guy was in his late twenties and I was not wrong about him. First of all, because he was a peasant and had been working, he smelled so good to me. It was a masculine scent mixed in with some sweat and then I thought when I got to his armpits I was going to cream my pants right then and there. This was macho scent at its best. Since we went right into the bushes right behind the fruit stand, there was not much undressing that could be done, so I opened his shirt and undid his pants. The cut offs fell to the ground around his ankles and what came out was a monster. It was a 10 inch cock, as long as mine and perhaps a little thicker. The uncut dick was incredibly beautiful. He did have a little bit of a lingering smell underneath the prepuce, but while I sucked him I also cleaned it and I let the saliva drop and drool until I was sure that he was kosher. Well, not really kosher, 
since he was uncut.
He thoroughly enjoyed the blow job I gave him and so did I. When we returned to his fruit stand I wanted to give him some money and the guy was just insulted. He said that it was him who should be giving me the money for having “relieved” him. Now, that is a switch, I thought.
Costa Rican men pee in public and don't mind if you look, it seems to be one of the national pastimes.
Yovannis was this twenty something guy that I met at the beach in Quepos. He was thin and had no body hair but he had the best armpits in Costa Rica. I took him to the villas and we frolicked around the pool for hours. He understood my fascination for armpits and indulged me by allowing me to just smell, lick and worship his underarms. I must have sucked him at least four times during the course of the afternoon and then we went to dinner at this very nice restaurant with a fabulous view.
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