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Writer/Producer/Director/"Legend" M.VIC MANN's
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| If you ever wanted to know where the Garden of Eden was, all you have to do is fly down to The Dominican Republic. The only difference is, is that there is no forbidden fruit. Almost anyone is available. All you have to do is let them know that you’re interested and have some pesos. I’ve been going down there since 1976. If things are hot now, boy, the good old days were crackling hot, and sex was to be found everywhere. The capitol is St. Domingo, and that’s where you want to be. Between the main streets “El Conde” and the Park Independencia you could find guys that would spark up anyone’s appetite. They come in all different sizes, shapes and colors. The mix of Spanish, black and Tiano Indian creates some of the most handsome men on Earth. Going back some years ago I used to do most of my cruising in the Park Independencia which is where ‘The 3 Fathers of the Country’ are entombed. Between walking the park and casting my line into the sea of hustlers I went into the tomb which had two handsome honor guards dressed in new white uniforms standing at attention. I walked into the white marble shrine and saw I was alone, except for one guard standing on the steps. He looked to be about 5’10”, and in his early twenties. His eyes were dark with very thick eyebrows. His complexion was what they call ‘Indio’ which is a natural tan color. He had no beard or mustache but you could see he was very hairy. He had a slight 5 o’clock shadow and hairy hands. I was looking at walls inscribed with the motto of the country, and against the rear wall stood the three huge statues of the fathers of the country. I looked up and was able to see that the balcony level had mosaic pictures on the wall, but I couldn’t see everything since the steps leading up to the second level had been roped off. As if he was reading my mind the ‘Adonis’ soldier asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to see the whole wall. I immediately took him up on his offer and went upstairs. The walls were made up of thousands of tile pictures showing how the country gained it’s independence from Haiti. I was going around the room looking at the walls and caught a look at the guard standing against the wall near the stairs. What I couldn’t believe is that while he was watching me he was stroking his crotch! I looked over but not too obviously and saw he had a bulge going half way down his leg. When he saw that I noticed him stroking himself, he motioned with his hand to come over. He backed into a small alcove and I followed him in. He took my hand and rubbed it against the massive meat in his pants. He then unzipped his pants and let them drop to his knees. He had the legs of a god. They were very hairy and muscular. I passed my hand up from his knees and under the leg opening of his boxers and felt a piece of meat that was fat and long. I lowered his underwear and saw a thick bush of hair surrounding his massive meat. I let my hand go further up and under his shirt. His stomach and chest were as hairy as his legs. Without saying a word he motioned with his head for me to play with his meat. It was uncut, about 8”: long, very fat and throbbing. I played with his foreskin while jerking his meat, which by now started getting some pre-cum. I got down on my knees and licked him from his navel down to his balls, between his legs and up the shaft to the head of his dick which was still covered with his foreskin. I let my tongue lick the rim of the skin covering the head of his dick, and then my tongue went between the head and skin. My tongue circled the rim of the head of his dick, and then I swallowed the head and worked my mouth down to the base of this massive monument of manhood. I sucked the foreskin up and down over the head deep throating him until his bush of hair was against my face. I couldn’t believe that I’m in the most sacred shrine of the country, and giving the blow-job of a lifetime to one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever done, and the fact that he was a soldier made this fantasy all the better. He thrust his dick deeper and deeper down my throat. After about 5 minutes of heave cocksucking he started to explode!! My left hand was holding his hairy ass, and my right hand under his balls, feeling his throbbing cum-swollen vessel. His cock was buried as deep as possible and I felt him shudder and tense his legs as he was fucking my mouth. His cock was so far down my throat that I couldn’t really taste his cum. It was a little salty, but real thick and creamy. I usually don’t swallow, but then again I usually don’t have sex with a soldier in a tomb. I drained every drop he kept in storage!!! I looked up at this face and he had a calm contended smile. Without a word he started to pick up his pants but I reached out to get one last look at his meat. He motioned to me to go downstairs first as he followed. We didn’t say a word to each other, but it was clear that what happened upstairs was history and not anything he would like to talk about. He went his way and I went mine. I returned to the park almost daily after that, but I never saw him again. What a memory!!! To go to PART 3: CLICK HERE NEW! PART 4: CLICK HERE |