Jason slowly opened his eyes and saw a ceiling fan slowly turning above him. He turned his head and looked around and saw that he was in his hotel room in bed and naked, covered with a sheet. He could not remember what had happened to him the night before and how he got into bed but he sure had a headache. The only thing he could remember was checking in to the hotel and going to the beach then everything else was blank.
Damn I must have had too much alcohol or something last night. He thought.
Jason was not a big drinker now but when he was younger he used to party pretty hard and had blacked out a couple of times in college.
He slowly got up and padded over to the kitchenette and saw a couple bottles of coke and three bottles of water in the fridge. He grabbed the water and went to his duffel bag to retrieve some aspirin for his headache. His noticed his blue speedo swimsuit was folded on the table next to the bed. After he finished off the water he went to the bathroom which had a full length mirror on the door.
He studied his reflection and saw that his nipples were a bit swollen and stuck out more than usual. He turned around and looked at his ass cheeks and saw a faint bruise right at the crease below his right cheek. Jason bent over and spread his cheeks looking between his legs at his asshole. It looked pink and slightly puffy around his anus.
Shit! Probably from the fucking he got by the airport officers he thought with disgust.
He went into the shower and used the hand held shower head like before to clean out his asshole in the commode several times before taking a hot shower. He put on a jock strap, black nylon running shorts and a white tank top. He walked out of his room and headed to the hotel lobby where he saw a table set up with a continental breakfast consisting of bread, pastries, fruit, juice and coffee.
He walked up to the reception and saw Juan behind the desk.
"Buenos Dias Señor Reed...Please help yourself to our breakfast it is included in your stay here." Juan said with a big smile. Juan looked at Jason in the eye trying to detect what the gringo was going to say. Juan was worried about what the gringo might remember from last night. Pepe came to him bragging about the big muscular gringo he drugged and then fucked in the massage room and then chloroformed unconscious.
Juan was angered by this as he liked the handsome American and had a little crush on him. He was worried what trouble may come from what Pepe did. He convinced Pepe to help him take Jason back to the room and put him in bed and hope he might not remember too much of what happened.
"Thanks I'll get something in a minute." Jason replied. "I just wanted to ask you if you saw what happened to me yesterday or last night, I seemed to have blacked out and can't remember anything since I went to the beach."
"Oh yes you had some of the strong margaritas we provide at our hotel bar and on an empty stomach too and you were so drunk I had to make sure you got to bed in your room." Juan replied with his best dazzling smile.
"I woke up naked did you take off my swimsuit?" Jason asked with a smirk.
"Si Señor Jason, I'm sorry but you spilled your drink all over yourself so I had to remove your swim suit." Juan answered with a sheepish grin.
"Humph!" Jason grunted. "Well thanks for looking out for me." He said as he wandered over to the breakfast table. Juan watched the hunky blond as he loaded up a plate of fruit and Mexican bread. He remembered last night when Pepe left him with the naked stud in Jason's room.
"You can fuck him too.... he's got a tight hole." Pepe said with a grin before leaving the room.
He had never seen such a sexy handsome naked man in his life. He remembered getting a wash cloth and some soap and began to wash cum off of Jason's legs rolling him over on his stomach to clean his ass where cum had leaked out from when Pepe had fucked him. He looked at the handsome face with the broad chiseled chin small straight nose with blond lashes and full pink lips. He bent down and lightly kissed Jason's mouth caressing his face.
After he had cleaned up the hunk he lay down behind Jason and held the muscular body in his arms caressing and stroking his pecs and big biceps running his hand down the taught belly and feeling the thick cock and fat balls. He was rock hard remembering how he ran his hands all over the beefy stud the night before kissing his neck and pressing his rod against those round ass globes. Although he was very tempted he forced himself not to fuck the sexy hunk while he was passed out.
No, I want him awake so that we can enjoy the sex together. Juan thought as he got up and covered the sleeping hunk with the sheet. Juan was more of a romantic type that enjoyed consensual passionate sex plus he was very versatile and liked to get fucked also. He folded Jason's swimsuit and put it on the table next to the bed then he left Jason's room to go back home and jerk off thinking of the hunk.
Juan was startled out of his daydreaming by the sound of Jason sliding his chair back from the table and getting up to head out the front of the hotel. He waved at Juan as he walked out the front entrance.
Jason walked down the short road that connected the small village of San Ignacio to the resort. He saw a small center of town consisting of a Spanish style church with a bell tower, a market and a few shops that sold local arts and crafts. He saw an older man riding a donkey pulling a cart along the road. As we wandered along the cobblestone street he noticed a one story cinderblock building with metal bars on the windows that had a sign in front "comisaría".
That looks like a police station or jail. Maybe I should go in and speak to one of the officers about what happened to me at the airport. Jason pondered as he began to walk towards it. He walked through the front doors into a room with one officer behind a desk and another sitting along the side with his feet up on the desk. They were watching an old black and white TV of a soccer game, an open bottle of tequila on the desk and plates of what appeared to be half eaten tacos, beans and rice.
Both swarthy hairy officers appeared to be in their mid-30s and were wearing light green shirts with black epaulettes and dark green pants with belts and handcuffs attached they both had dark hair and bushy mustaches and appeared unshaven. The one behind the desk had a name tag of Martinez was about 5'8 with a large broad nose and big belly and his shirt was unbuttoned with dark curly black hair sprouting from his chest and had big gorilla like hairy arms.
The other officer was taller about 5'11 and leaner but also was very hairy with his uniform shirt open showing a dark bush of chest hair his name tag read Tapia. Both officers had sweaty faces and armpit sweat stains on their shirts.
They both sat up at attention when they saw the beefy blond muscle stud walk in with a tight white tank top and the dark tight nylon running shorts.
"Um.... excuse me but I would like to report an assault." Jason said.
"Perdon? No entendemos Ingles...we no espeak eenglish." The pudgy hairy officer Martinez replied.
"Does anyone speak English here?" Jason impatiently asked.
Both officers looked at each other with a grave look "El Capitán" they said together. They motioned for Jason to stand where he was and the taller officer Tapia walked back through the closed door that was behind them.
About 3 minutes later Tapia returned with an older officer who was wearing the same light green uniform shirt with dark pants, belt with handcuffs and a pistol and a name tag that read Ruiz. He had a rim of salt and pepper hair around his head and a large bald spot on top with a white bushy mustache and appeared to be in his late 40's or 50's. He also had his shirt unbuttoned with bushy salt and pepper chest hair on his chest and he appeared unshaven. He looked like he just woke up with bloodshot eyes and a very angry stare at Jason.
