Santo Domingo: Motel

[joizy]

The perfect Dominican guy I met the other day told me he had a fetish to smoke cigarettes while having sex. When I told him he couldn’t smoke in my hotel room, he said, “we can go to a motel”

On my very first trip here in 2007, I met a “tour guide” in Parque Colon who picked me up every day and drove me around - I paid him at the end (sex was included). One night he drove me through a motel zone. He said it was called the area of ghosts or something like that because you would see people driving and talking to people but the passenger seat was empty. It was because the passenger was slumped down in the seat, hiding. Since then, I’ve wanted to visit one of these motels, which are set up for total discretion to see how it worked.

He messaged me and we made arrangements. I asked him how much it was. I wanted to do two things - one confirm that this was still a free situation (from our initial meeting, I knew he had a good job, came from a well-off family and was interested in older men, but not getting paid), and two, offer to pay for the motel and see his response.

He said he would pay for the cabaña and we could split drinks or I could pay for the colmado if I felt like going later.

I asked what a “colmado” was - he said it was like an open air bar where we could have drinks and listen to music. I said I would prefer just to do the motel because I have bad ears and loud music hurts. So he said I could pay for the motel if I want - 1500 pesos. I explained that I had to get cash from the ATM. I wasn’t going to bring my wallet or any more than what was needed. I got 2,000 pesos from the ATM (I am trying to use up my pesos, so I did need to get more money).

He picked me up in a freshly washed SUV and we drove along the malecon to a motel appropriately called “Queen”. We drove up to a gate that opened and drove in to a series of garages that went on for quite a ways on both sides of us - I’d estimate there were at least 100. If the door was open, the room was available. He drove into one of the garages and closed the door.

We went up our own private set of stairs to the room. The room itself was clean and simple. A large bed, a small couch, a bathroom and separate shower. Sink in the room. A large TV, and a smaller screen for music or to order food. Prices were listed on the wall, starting at 1,200 pesos and going up to about 4,000 for overnight.

The AC was on full blast. He turned on all of the lights (which I turned down).

He stripped immediately and I was blown away by my luck. This man was beautiful. He told me he was 32. He had the perfect body. Light brown skin, big muscles, a huge dark brown dick which was already partly hard, a big bubble ass, adorable face, lightly hairy chest. I loved everything about this man. And he was equally cute personality-wise.

He asked if I wanted to watch porn and what I wanted to watch. I told him to put on his favorite. He had a selection on his phone, which he was able to connect to the TV so it was on the big screen. The porn he chose was big daddies and smaller guys who looked like boys (but were obviously just smaller twinky guys). He said he made playlists with the clips from movies he liked. I said, “so you are like a deejay” and he said, “yes, a porn deejay”. 

Ok, so this really was his fetish.  He liked older guys fucking younger guys and also some of the guys were smoking. I was happy to fulfill his fantasy while having this amazing cross-cultural experience.

Oh, the payment. After he stripped, but before we settled the porn situation, there was a knock somewhere near the entrance. He said, “the money”. I held out the 2,000 pesos I had and he took 1,200. Again, another confirmation that he wasn’t in it for the money. He could have taken it all. He went back to the entrance where there was a little metal door, small enough to pass money through. He paid our bill and came back.

The sex was wild. This guy was hot. He didn’t fuck me, but I fucked him. I am 99% bottom, but his ass was so hot, I couldn’t resist. Eventually he shot a huge cumshot that hit me in the eye and got all over both of us. I had told him I wanted him to cum on my mustache and I would go back to the hotel with his cum on me. He got a little on my mustache.

We got dressed, got back into his car, he opened the garage door and we saw the attendant immediately make his way towards the room to clean it. We drove up to a gate. He said they wait to open the gate to make sure the room is okay and there were no problems. It is the perfect system set up for discretion and safety.

He drove me back to my hotel and when I asked why he liked older guys, he said, “everyone asks me that”. To be honest, in my travels outside of the US, I am finding it is not that rare - I found it in Italy and have also met a lot of Asian guys who are into older men and not just for money. He had this long complicated story that I didn’t fully understand, but I was happy that he liked older men because I got to spend a very hot time with him.

I wish I could include photos, but of course I can’t. I kept looking at him and thinking “how am I here in this room with this guy?” 

I had the best time, but I don’t think I’m going to see him again. It is not something I really want to do more than once. Oh, and the cigarettes…yes, he smoked three cigarettes while I sucked him off. I hate cigarette smoke, especially in a closed environment. We were fulfilling each other’s fantasies, so it was a price I was willing to pay.

Now, I am wondering about some of the hot “Uber” drivers who have been hitting me up - could we go to a motel instead of me bringing them up to my hotel room?

Anyway, if you have a car while you are here, or meet a guy with a car, definitely check it out. Motel Queen is apparently one of the cheaper options, and it is not a far drive along the malecon away from the colonial zone.

 

[floridarob]

I'm glad everything worked out 🙏

[joizy]

1 hour ago, floridarob said:

I'm glad everything worked out 🙏

Yes, I wasn’t taken hostage.