I am 36 years old now, and my sisters do not look so much older than me as they used to, but when I was a kid, people asked in the street if I was my sister Rocio´s son. We were both blue eyed and blond, something that is not very common in Mexico, and Rocio enjoyed taking me to the park and the movies, pretending that I was her little boy.
By Mexican standards, my parents were quite open with their daughters and they allowed them to travel with their boyfriends to nearby towns for the weekend, but there was a catch: I had to go with them as a "chaperón", and I had to sleep in the same room as the boyfriend.
This story takes place when I was just out of highschool, unsure about what to do next. I had been aware for a few years of my attraction to men, particularly to darker skinned men who reminded me of my father and my older brother; I was less conciously aware of my desire to be spanked by such men. My father had never spanked me nor hit me in any way, he conveyed obedience just by glancing at us with deep, reproachful eyes. I was a very religious boy who confessed every week, but I had never avowed those _s_e_x_ual feelings, and surrounded by a strict catholic milieu, I had never acted upon them.
My sister and her new boyfriend decided to go to Guanajuato, a colonial town in central Mexico, and they asked me if I could go with them. Emilio was Lebanese, he had black curly hair and a moustache and skin the color of dark honey. He was tall and strong and I had noticed he had large hands. I felt intimidated by him, because he sweared a lot when my parents were not around and he liked to play soccer and was very athletic, while I was quite nerdy. On a soccer match he played he had gotten on a fistfight, and my heart could not stop pounding for the rest of the day, in part because of fear, but also because I got so excited at his manly behavior. Emilio was what Mexicans would call "muy macho".
On our first day in Guanajuato we visited the famous mummies and several colonial churches and a few museums. My sister wanted to impress Emilio whith her knowledge on architectural styles and historical accounts on Mexico´s independance from Spain, but it was soon obvious to me that Emilio was not very interested in the cultural wealth of Guanajuato and that he was trying to convince Rocio to spend the night together. Yet my sister was not called "Señorita Hielo" (Miss Ice) for nothing.
Back at the hotel, Emilio decided to take a shower. He left the bathroom door open and as I knew the shower had no curtain I inched towards the door to watch as he showered. I was impressed by his furry legs and his large _c_o_c_k_ and balls which he lathered until he got a hardon which he stroked lightly. I returned to my bed and dreamt whith him patting my buns and kissing my neck.
The next day was as boring as the previous one, and Emilio´s temper was starting to deteriorate. My sister and her boyfriend had several quarrels, and as I started to laugh at one of those, Emilio turned to me and said:
"What are you laughing at, pinche maricón (_f_u_c_k_ing faggot)?"
I stayed quiet the rest of the day. After dinner my two companions were really mad at each other, so we went back to the hotel. Emilio took a shower one more time and I approached the door to watch his beautiful body. The shower was running, but he was not under the falling water. A second afterwards I felt something grabing me very tightly, then feeling wet and the thunderous voice of Emilio shouting at me:
"That is what you enjoy, _f_u_c_k_ing faggot, you like to watch my _c_o_c_k_, I bet you jerk off later, pinche puto."
"No, Emilio, I swear, I was going to the other side of the room..."
"Don´t lie to me, _c_o_c_k_sucker, I saw you spying yesterday, your father will kill you when I tell him."
"Please, Emilio, don´t tell him, I´ll do anything you want, please".
Emilio had his powerful arm around my throat and he pulled me towards his bed where he pinned me down. I could feel his weight on top of me as he shouted at me.
"What a faggot like you needs is a good beating ("una buena madriza"): I should break your face. I cannot beat you where your sister sees a bruise, but I´ll do to you what my father did to me and my brothers to become "hombres"."
He yanked my pants down and sat on the bed, pulling me over his thighs. I was so scared that my body felt like jelly. He held my upper body so I could hardly breathe whith my chest against his and his left arm against my back. He then plunged his right hand under my underwear and groped my buttocks, and asked:
"How many "nalgadas" (spanking strokes) did your father give to you when he punished you?".
As my father had never spanked me and up to that moment I had no idea what Emilio was trying to do, I just answered "Daddy never touched me", which of course was the wrong answer.
"That is why you are a faggot now. I´ll make up for all that spoiled upbringing, believe me, you won´t be able to sit tomorrow."
I felt so embarrassed I thought I would soil myself any moment, but the stokes began and the pain started to grow with each wallop, and I could only think "this is to unreal to be happening to me". I tryed to twist and get rid of his grip, but the muscles I had seen were not going to let me free.
He stopped and said something that I cannot recall, because at that moment I realized that he was naked, and that his thigh was pressing against my naked _c_o_c_k_, and strangest of all, the tightness I was feeling down below was not caused by the tension of my buttocks, but by a raging hardon that was boring itself against Emilio´s flesh. I was so embarrassed that I could only close my eyes and see red. Emilio continued to spank me, but he seemed to have lost his conviction. Finally he stopped and he turned my face towards him and said:
"You little prick are a lost case. You really enjoy this, don´t you? In high school I knew guys like you, who came to me and asked me to be their man. Well, your sister has not let me get close, so I guess you can take her place tonight".
He stood up and went to the bathroom and came back with a small bottle. He bent me again over his knees, only this time it was very gentle and he proceded to soothe my sore buns with a creamy liquid, and repeat: "It´s OK, it´s OK"...
His fingers approached my asshole and they started to stroke it gently and then he slowly introduced one finger. I remembered the times my father had given me an enema, and although I had not enjoyed it at that time, I felt warm inside with Emilio´s fingers exploring me. I started to cry very softly and Emilio would calm me with long strokes on my back. Finally, he climbed on my back and he introduced his _c_o_c_k_ in my asshole and he held me close to his chest while he pumped his dick inside of me. He came and I came, feeling completely satisfied by the attention he had given buns and my ass.
After that trip I never saw Emilio again, but I have found other loving dark men to give me a deserved spanking.