Summertime body means you gotta hustle for that muscle.

 

First off, I’ve clearly been laying low on the long-form writing front because I found the lazy ease of Twitter and AskFM to work better for me.

Yeah, it’s a weak as fuck excuse, yes, but it’s also a very honest one.  However after a certain amount of time, you want to dive deeper into things- multiple things- and not feel like you’ve got to solely focus on being witty/entertaining/dirty/sexy/etc in just 140 characters.

It’s tedious.  And eventually, you know it…  I know it…  Twitter knows it: I’m going to use some form of a dad jokes as filler…  And no one wants to see that shit.

Just got back from a near-three week cruise on a Viking expedition ship and then immediately spent a week in Mexico City, where, aside from some crippling food poisoning on the last day, I had a chance to decompress, get back into a more normal gym routine, eat some incredible food and have some incredible sex.  After that, a few days of downtime in San Antonio and then I hit Los Angeles for a few days, where I got to play for a day at a downtown Kspa.  I’ll focus on CDMX in this edition and do a full wrap-up of the Viking holiday and LA on the next.

Had a condo in the heart of Polanco, easy to walk to most things I needed, Uber for the rest.  Made sure there was a solid gym a couple of blocks away, as well as an OXXO on the corner.  Pro tip: Always make sure to read the fine print on Airbnb’s in CDMX, as many of them say they have AC or split-systems, but only have fans.  You’ve got Jessica Fletcher the listing pics and find that vent or duct to confirm.  Always double check by chat with the owner.  As mild as the city can feel at night, it’s been a hot summer so far and 90 degrees without AC is some shit you don’t want to deal with.

The Grindr scene in Mexico City is OFF THE FUCKING HOOK.  If you’re into muscular, hung, Mexican guys…  You hit the motherlode.

And lucky for me, some of the hottest guys there were also into tall, muscular, gringo redheads.  Everytime I’d open Grindr messages, there would be 50 new options, all within about 5-15 minutes from me.  It was actually overwhelming.  The trade cup runneth over.

The most weird thing was getting hit up by a ton of other American dudes visiting who clearly felt uncomfortable with speaking spanish and wanted the ease of finding someone who looked like what they were used to.  I’d just keep replying in spanish to them until they lost interest.

 

So….

First day at the gym, had an amazing workout.  Not open-air, but it might as well have been for the shitty AC they had.  Facility was new, equipment was nice, lighting was good, but it was a sweatbox of a workout.  A 24/7 kind of setup, the front desk was rarely managed, so members would just come in and out.  It was part of a new condo development in Polanco and served as the anchor tenant on street level.

From the treadmill to weights, I quickly stripped off my shirt for my workouts.  No one seemed to give a shit, so I went with it.  Most members I saw in the weight room with me weren’t in what I would call prime shape, but they worked hard and had good gym manners.  Locker rooms were clean and functional.  I took a shower after weights, hoping to get some stroke time release in while cleaning up.  Brought a towel, but ended up leaving it in my locker, just getting naked and hitting the water.

As I was about to use some conditioner to lube up and get off, I heard someone else coming in the locker room.  The shower stall doors are barely frosted, so anyone walking in would definitely know my dick was rock hard.  My towel was back in my locker, so I had a fun choice to make:  Stay in the shower until the guy leaves or fuck all and go get my towel while naked with semi-hard in front of a dude I don’t know.

I don’t even need to tell y’all what I did.  I’m an exhibitionist.  Easy choice.

The guy in the locker room was in his late 20s, about 5’9″ and had a nice lean athletic built.  He was getting changed into gym clothes and didn’t expect to see a 6’4″ soaking wet ginger coming at him, dick flopping around.  He looked down at my package and smiled at me.  I smiled back.  Game fucking on.

At this point, I went from semi-chub to full blast cock.  The guy points to the dressing cubbies in the back of the locker room.  The space was small, kinda reminding me of the glory hole booths at Steamworks in Chicago.  There’s a bench and a mirror.  Perfect design for me, a guy who seriously gets off on watching himself fuck and get head.  I sat down, tell him to get on his knees (‘ponte de rodillas como maricón‘) and tell him to not stop until he’s swallowed everything.  It doesn’t take him long to find the rhythm I like and when I put my arms behind my head, he knows exactly how to use his hand to worship my armpits.  The dude hit every single button.

With the combo of mouth and hand, I was on edge in about 5 minutes.  This wasn’t going to be some Jerry Lewis telethon length blowjob.

A loud ‘awww, fuck’ on my part and he swallowed/gagged down the entire load.  For me, it’s always a turn on listening to a guy gulp as I’m blasting nut down his throat.

 

 

Exhausted from the workout (and the orgasm), I got dressed and headed back to the condo.  Took a nap.  Left my phone open on Grindr while I slept, figuring I’d see who’s around and down to play later.  Woke up an hour later to 120 messages and 650 taps.  What the fuck…  The choice felt endless.

Ended up chatting with a handsome light-skinned fresa in Roma who was super direct about me fucking him.  I appreciate that in Grindr chat:  Just be real and let me know what you want.  I’ll be direct:  I can either accomodate you or I can’t.  I’m not always in the mood to pound a guy.  Sometimes, I’m equally as happy just stroking out, some oral, some frot, some muscle worship.

Keeping it simple doesn’t mean it won’t be fun.

So, this guy’s pics are sexy as hell.  He’s tall, 6’1″ and nicely built.  Thick legs that do squats, lined up abs, defined chest, good arms.  He’s likely in the 190 lbs area.  He’s got that floppy, preppy hair that looks good messy.  Said he was versatile with 8.5″ meat, but something told me he was in the market to be used and bred.  The guy spoke very proper, educated spanish, leaving me to think he’s the kind of chilango who might still be subsidised by very wealthy parents.

I’m down to meet with this dude, so we quickly hammer out details and figure it sexy to meet at the same gym I just got worked out at.  We’re both close, he knows the gym and it’s a good, clean third-party meeting spot that stays quiet for long periods of time.  Donezo.

It’s 8 pm, I’m in a pair of skintight compression shorts and wifebeater, heading back to the gym.  The only difference is that I was smart enough to bring some oil-based lube in my backpack because- let’s face it- I was going to pound the living hell out of this guy.

He shows up.  We head to the locker room.  And plot twist motherfuckers…  The guy who swallowed my load earlier was there too.

*record scratch*  The dick thickens.

What could have been awkward turned out to be serendipitous and pretty hot, as a quick conversation between the three of us settled on both guys wanting to bottom for me.

The locker room showers proved to be a perfect fuck space.   No one was there.  Lighting was good.  I brought enough lube.  Water got and stayed hot.  The spotlight worked and the barn was spacious….  Who could ask for anything more?

It had been awhile since I got to fuck two bottoms at once.  I forgot how much cardio that involved.  The shower covered for my sweaty body nicely.

Ultimately, the guy from Grindr ended up taking my load while his load was swallowed by the first guy.  Everyone cleaned up, dried off and left happy.

AND THIS WAS JUST THE FIRST DAY. 

I joke about ‘dick hangover,’ but the struggle was real the next morning.

 

Next edition of 15MM will cover the traditional travelogue mechanics of the CDMX trip (meals, sights, weather, bars, nightlife), as well as the other several days of sex.  I never not have an incredible time in Mexico City and this trip was no exception.

Upcoming travels for me include Los Angeles, Chicago, Ft Lauderdale (at a favorite Pineapple Point), NYC and Cartagena.  Keep up with my daily adventures on Twitter, as well as my photo galleries and ASKfm Q&A page.

 

 

As always, thanks for staying tuned.  I know it’s been awhile, but I’m finally excited to get back into the swing of things.  Hope y’all are too.

 

 

Let’s get naked,