I'm striding down a Jungle path in wrinkled khaki hiking shorts and khaki shirt-with a movie-style jungley pith helmet on my head;(The pith helmet is a joke-not necessary-but I like the look). (As a kid-I was a big fan of the Tarzan movies.)
Behind me straggles the rest of out travel group-a dozen fashionable Gays from Palm Springs-in their designer outfits.
We are in the Costa Rican Jungle-birds screaming at us-as we walk by them-going to a famous waterfall in the National Park.
I'm Greg, 30, the handsome assistant guide of the group-so got a free trip out of it.
I really am handsome, have movie star good looks and work as a male model in Los Angeles part time. But inside, I'm a sensible, common-sense, normal Gay guy.
Just as present, I am surrounded by rich Gay snobs, (buff bodies and facelifts)-from Palm Springs, California.
Then there's John, a tall, slender, silent Gay man,30's, dressed like me in real baggy hiking clothes. He's real plain looking with thick glasses, so is totally ignored by the fashionable Gays.
The others are bitching and sweating, and drinking Perrier water as they walk along.
Finally, we can see the famous waterfall, and my boss(and friend), travel company leader-John, takes the group down to the huge pool at the base of the waterfall.
Some strip and go in, some seem to find it too cold and sit on nearby rocks, taking selfies.
I've held back, as I see a side trail going down to a small, beautiful jungle pool;(and glad to get away from the wealthy, self-important, gay men, who have been hitting on me, because I'm handsome, and should be available for them).
At the pretty jungle pool, I'm surprised to see some clothes already laying there.
I look up and see the most exceptional, slender muscular male body and curvaceous ass . The guy turns around and it 'plain' John! -Without his black clunky glasses.
He's now good looking, with high cheekbones.
He smiles and timidly waves. He' slender but has beautiful tight muscles, and a tiny patch of chest hair- and a beercan-thick 8" cut cock hangs down toward his knees.
I shuck off my clothes and join him in the pool. 'How did you get such a great body?', I ask.
'I run five miles daily, and on weekends ten miles', he replied. Upclose he wasn't 'Plain John' but had beautiful eyes and teeth.
The heavy black-rimmed glasses and baggy clothes had totally disguised him.
I'm quite handsome myself, have a nice slender,muscular body also-and am 6ft. tall-John's height also.
We chat a bit-he's a desert biologist of a state park outside of Palm Springs-so very bright-and he also makes a couple of witty remarks about the trip.
I'm stunned-'Silent' John is more interesting than all the other Gays on our trip.
I'm a male model who hikes and camps a lot-loves Nature-and I find out that John hikes and camps a lot.
We're standing close together in the jungle pool, and I reach over and caress his balls and extra thick cock. 'Nice tool', I say.
He reaches over and fondles my balls and my large, thick 9" cock. 'You have a Dream Cock', he replies..'really spectacular'.
'Yours is thicker', I say, and kneel and with my large mouth swallow his thick cock all the way down to the pubic hair.
'Wow, he says-'that feels so good'.
I give a few deep sucks and he can't resist me and shoots me a large load of sweet Cum. I suck and lick clean his still-hard dick.
'Now, let me do that for you'-and he walks over to his shorts and deposits his dentures there-'I had a bicycle accident-fell and broke all my front teeth'-he said.
Then John kneels and engulfs my long, thick 9" cock with his warm, moist mouth and throat.
(I'm in Heaven! Almost everyone that sucks my oversize cock has difficulty, or I feel teeth scraping against it.)
He's an energetic expert with his tongue and mouth, and I can't hold out, so shoot a big load of Cum in his mouth.
'MMM'..., he says-'delicious'...and he swishes my cum around in his mouth and swallows. He sucks my cock clean and stands up.
'Do you kiss?', I say.
'No', he replies-'my parents loved me but there were no kisses or affection-we were an inhibited Irish family.'; 'But you can kiss me-just not on the lips.'
So I slowly, softly kiss him around his throat, and edge up and kiss his face-avoiding the lips. We have a wet, sweaty hug in the tropical humidity-for a couple of minutes-then get out of the pool and dress.
As we walk up the trail, I say-'Let's meet after dinner.' 'Sure', he says.
'I might want to fuck you tonight', I say.
'No problem', he replies.
The group is on the main trail, going back toward the bus-and we quietly bring up the rear.
(We are staying at a pensione in a quiet San Juan neighborhood; (Costa Rica has a San Juan(Saint John), and many other Latin American countries do also.)
After dinner, we have drinks on the veranda. Robbie, a 40 year old dyed blonde hairdresser, says to me-"We saw you with Ugly John. Surely you can do better than him. Here I am lonely, Gay, and available- and Handsome You won't give me the time of day.'
'We both have interests in common-we're both hikers and campers', I reply.
'I'll bet', Robby says-and moves to another table-no doubt to spread malicious gossip about me.
John's sitting alone, and I stop briefly by his table. 'See you in my room in fifteen minutes-#203?'- I ask.
'Sure Greg', he says, shyly smiling.
I leave and go up, strip to my underwear-and make sure I have ice and wine, lube and wash clothes. I leave one dim lamp on, and wait.
There's a brief knock, it's John.
We embrace-in seconds we're nude, and both with rock-hard cocks. I go down and expertly suck and deepthroat John-(with lots of tongue action on the head of his cock).
He moans and convulses, and shoots a big load of Cum in my mouth. ('Looks like he had a whole-body orgasm, I think')
Then it's his turn, and he's really expert also, and no teeth, just a warm , moist mouth and throat, deepthroating my huge, long cock.
I am close to coming, so say-'wait, let me save it for your ass.'
He gets up and reverently wipes off my large, swollen cock.
I gently lay him down on the bed, and put pillows under his muscled stomach-the beautiful ass propped up just right.
'That's as beautiful as the ass on Michaelangelo's statue', I say.
I lube up the beautiful butt hole, then lube up my rigid, hard 9"cock and ease it in.
He's been fucked before, but not much.
So I pause half way in, till his ass adjusts to the thickness-then push it all the way in.
(The big curvaceous buttocks give him quite a bit of protection, so he only has about 7" of thick, pulsating cock in him.)
I start out gently, John moans pleasurably- so I fuck harder and deeper. I can't hold off from the pleasure, and with a final thrust, shoot my load deep into his ass.
I tremble a bit, then lay down on top of him-and we rest comfortably together for about ten minutes-sweaty body on sweaty body. I'm inside him all this time and it feels really good. Then I lift up off the beautiful buttocks and give them a brief kiss-and help John out of bed. He has a tear in his eye, which he hastily wipes away.
We have a quick hug and then get dressed. It's getting dark, so we go to the bar and have a drink.
Some of our party are there, and there are raised eyebrows at Mr. Handome and Mr. Ugly as a couple.
We're leaving the next day for Palm Springs, and I also have a fashion photoshoot in Los Angeles coming up.
'Could you spend the night?'-I ask.
'I'd like that', John replies.
Needless to say, we had a great night of Sex, and John's face was fairly glowing the next day, as we flew back to Palm Springs.
We dated a few weeks, then said, 'what the Hell!'-and rented, and moved into, a cute Casita bungalow. And here we are two years later, an old married couple-but also hiking and camping a couple times a year.
And John allows me-on rare occasions-to invite an attractive, congenial gay man to share a night of fun Sex with us.
In our travels around town, we occasionally see our former gay Costa Rican travel mates. We always get a puzzled or ironic smile, as they can't quite figure why Mr. Extremely Handsome ended up with Mr. Ugly with eyeglasses-rather than with beautiful Them, as a partner.
