Jason reed stared out of the plane window over the lush tropical landscape below. He was excited about his vacation/leave in southern Mexico at a beach resort he had booked 6 months previously as a present to himself for completing his military service contract.
Jason was 28 years old and a typical blond haired blue eyed American about 5'10 and about 200 lbs. of solid muscle. He wore his hair in a short military buzz haircut. He had worked out very hard to overcome his teenage chubbiness and now had huge muscular arms and enormous pecs with large pink nipples. As a teen he had always had a round large protruding ass and now after working his legs with squats, his ass cheeks were large round muscular globes with big meaty thighs. He was not very hairy, in fact his chest, legs and ass were smooth and he had a light tan with creamy white ass cheeks from wearing the speedos to the beach.
He was dressed for the warm tropical weather and was wearing an olive green tank top with US ARMY and Military PT shorts that were tight and molded his huge muscular ass cheeks. He was horny thinking of all the hot women in bikinis on the beach he was hoping to screw. He reached down and adjusted the growing bulge in the tight shorts and was glad he was wearing a jock strap to hold his junk in place. His cock was about 8 inches with large round egg sized balls that rode up high on either side of his shaft when he shot his load.
"Hold on there buddy," he thought to himself as he looked down at his packed shorts.
The pilot announced that they would soon be landing and to have all passports and documents ready for arrival through customs. As the plane touched down, Jason noticed the airport terminal was a single story concrete building that looked very old. The airport workers looked very dark skinned with jet black hair and very squat and stocky looking. They wheeled the stairs over to the plane and the passengers began to disembark down the stairs to the concrete runway and then were directed into the terminal building.
Jason waited until most of the passengers exited the plane to collect his duffel bag and then began to climb down the stairs and walk to the terminal. He saw two uniformed officers standing at the entrance to the building reviewing the passports of the passengers. Both officers appeared to be in their mid 40's with large black bushy mustaches. One was about 6 ft. tall and very hairy with black hair and mean dark eyes and a large broad thick squat nose. He had thick muscular arms and a broad chest and a large belly that stretched the green shirt so much it looked like the buttons might pop off. The nametag said Ruiz. The other officer was about 5'5 and about 185 lbs, barrel shaped also with very dark skin and hair very and a round face and when he smiled at Jason he saw a flash of a silver capped tooth. His nametag said Sanchez.
As Jason was the last passenger to enter the building the taller officer Ruiz said "Papeles!" (Papers!) and Jason handed over his passport. The two officers both looked at his passport and then spoke to each other in Spanish while staring at Jason while he stood in his tight tank top and shorts. Sweat was beginning to trickle down his chest and arms and legs in the warm humid air.
"Everything alright there officers?" Jason asked, wondering what was going on. He felt sweat roll down his back, moistening the broad waistband of his jockstrap. Instinctively, he clenched his firm butt-cheeks as if to defend his ass from any teasing, tickling drops of moisture back there. Sanchez seemed to have noticed him doing that and grinned.
The officers motioned for Jason to follow them to a closed door that was to the right of the open door where the passengers had exited. Jason said "what's the problem?" But the officers just said "vamos" and the short officer Sanchez motioned for Jason to move so he picked up his duffel bag and followed Sanchez, while Ruiz moved close behind him.
As Jason walked to the door he wondered what was going on.
"Man, they must have some funny rules down here. I'm pretty sure my passport is all correct. Maybe they see that I am former Army and they're gonna give me a special welcome?" he pondered as he walked between the two men. His tight shorts were beginning to ride up his ass crack and molded his ass globes while he walked. Ruiz, the officer behind him, looked down and stared at Jason's beefy ass and smiled an evil grin and he watched the muscle butt bounce on the beefy gringo while he walked.
Sanchez opened the door and motioned for Jason to go in the room, which was dark. Sanchez switched on the light, which was nothing more than a bulb dangling from the ceiling. The room was made up of concrete walls and flooring, with a battered desk, two old wooden chairs and a low wooden bench along one wall. Ruiz stepped in after Jason and closed the door and then slid a deadbolt lock. Sanchez held out his hand for Jason to hand over the duffel bag and then he put the bag on the desk. Ruiz motioned for Jason to stand in the center of the room with his hands clasped behind his head while Sanchez began to open the duffel bag and take out the contents on the desk.
Jason raised his arms behind his head and let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry man," he said to Ruiz. "In this hot humid air, my pits are sweatin' up a storm."
Ruiz smiled, stepped behind Jason and then reached around with his big hands and gently rubbed his fingers in Jason's hairy blond pits. Jason jumped and instinctively moved to lower his arms. Ruiz quickly grabbed Jason's wrists and brought the young muscular man's hands back behind his head.
"Okay, okay," Jason said. "Sorry sir, it was just instinct. Never had a guy rub his fingers in my, uh, sweaty armpits before. I don't get what that's about..."