Slut For Cabo - Part 1

Everyone in this story is 18+

There I was, lying on my stomach, furiously stroking myself while being pounded by an entire gay fraternity on spring break in Cabo. Not just one guy—the whole frat. And the craziest part? I was supposed to be on a family vacation, celebrating being done with all my high school coursework and turning 18. Just a week ago, I was sitting between my parents on a flight to Mexico—a virgin, straight, and someone who had never even tasted alcohol.

This is the story of how everything changed in a single day. But first, let's skip back to that very first evening in Cabo, celebrating with my parents.

The sun was setting as we sat at a quiet beachside restaurant, my parents on either side of me, beaming with pride. It was my 18th birthday, and we’d just arrived in Cabo to celebrate both that and the fact that I’d wrapped up my high school requirements a few months early. The atmosphere was calm, with the soft sounds of the ocean and distant laughter from nearby tables.

“This is the start of a new chapter for you, son,” my dad said, raising his glass of Corona—the closest thing to a toast we’d ever done. My mom smiled, reaching over to squeeze my hand as she sipped her wine. I had my own Corona for the first time, since it’s legal here in Mexico. My parents very rarely drank, only on special occasions, and this definitely qualified. They’d gone all out to make this trip perfect, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful—if not a little sheltered.

One thing to know about me: I’d made a deal with my parents. If I stayed away from alcohol until I was legal, didn’t smoke, and remained chaste until marriage, they would pay for my driver's license, buy me my own car, and take me on this trip to Cabo. It was my first time abroad—we had never traveled outside the US. Somehow, I’d actually made good on the bargain.

As I said, I’d lived a pretty sheltered life. My parents were strict, Christian, and conservative, and I was their perfect little boy. Nerdy, naïve, and never in trouble.

We finished dinner, and while my parents chatted, I zoned out, watching a group of guys my age down the beach. They were rowdy, throwing a football, laughing, and popping open beers. Spring break in Cabo… they looked like they were having the time of their lives.

As we left the restaurant and walked back to the hotel, I felt a strange mix of excitement and unease. It felt like something was about to shift.

I had no idea just how much my life would change. In fact, by the time I sat on the plane home, I had already broken two of the three deals made with my parents. Sure, drinking was legal for me in Mexico, and I felt a thrill with every sip of my Corona. But little did they know that I'd also dabbled in smoking weed, a first-time experience that felt as exhilarating as the alcohol.

And then there was the whole other side of my spring break adventure—being buggered by some sexually voracious frat boys. That was something my parents would never suspect, let alone approve of. They had always raised me to believe in a certain set of values, and here I was, living a life that was worlds apart from the one they imagined for me.

The next day was, in many ways, amazing. We ate lovely food, hung out at the beach, and I watched those rowdy spring breakers again as we lounged in the sun. Their bodies glistened with sunscreen and from the strong Mexican sun. I couldn’t help but feel jealous of their camaraderie, their casual vibes, and how free they all looked.

Then they did something that made my eyes widen. "Scandalous!" I heard my mom exclaim, my own mouth gaping open at what I saw. The frat boys were rubbing sunscreen on each other, and one of them was fondling his bulge while kissing another guy I had earlier assumed was just a buddy. Mom clutched her nonexistent pearls and hurried us all to pack up for dinner again. "Outrageous," I heard Dad mutter as we walked away. I could only nod in half-agreement, but for a brief moment, my gaze met the guy who had kissed his buddy earlier, and my heart skipped a beat. I had to hold my beach bag in front of my shorts to avoid public embarrassment.

As we ate dinner later that night, I sat absently poking at my tacos while Mom and Dad chatted animatedly about their church activities. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day at the beach.

“Isaac, are you even listening?” Mom asked, looking at me with a mix of concern and annoyance.

“Yeah, just... thinking,” I mumbled, forcing a smile.

“About what?” Dad chimed in, eager to pull me into the conversation.

“Just the food,” I replied, hoping to deflect. “It’s really good.”

“Your mother worked hard to find this place,” Dad said, beaming. “We’re so proud of you, son. You’re officially an adult now, so it’s important you continue making good choices.”

With that, Mom handed me a neatly wrapped box. I eagerly tore off the wrapping and opened it to reveal a shiny new iPhone. A grin spread across my face as I noticed it was still sealed in plastic. They hadn’t put any parental restrictions on it!

Overcome with gratitude, I hugged both of them tightly. “Thank you so much for everything! This means a lot to me,” I said, my voice sincere.

After that, I tried to bring up how I had applied to a non-Christian college, but it was difficult to get a word in. They quickly shifted back to their plans for tomorrow, and then back to their church activites and I felt a mix of appreciation and frustration. I wanted to experience the freedom I had glimpsed earlier, not be trapped in yet another discussion about their church activities.

Eventually, we finished dinner, and my parents decided it was time for bed, wanting to get the most out of the next day. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us!” Mom said, her excitement palpable.

Once in my own room, I dropped my beach bag on the floor, looking for a place to stash it. As I moved around the room, I accidentally bumped into the minibar tucked away in the corner. Curiosity piqued, I opened the door to reveal a selection of snacks and drinks, including a few small bottles of liquor.

Could this be my chance to break free from the constraints of my sheltered life?

If my parents said they were proud of me one more time, I might get sick, I thought to myself as I looked at the dazzling display in the minibar. A smirk appeared on my lips. Maybe it was time to have some fun on my own.

Then and there, I did the only thing that felt right for a horny, adventurous teenager: I grabbed a small bottle of vodka and set it on the counter. I fished out my new iPhone—free from parental restrictions—and used AirPlay to cast some porn onto the hotel room TV. While I had seen some porn before on my buddies’ phones, I found myself searching for something I had never watched before—gay porn.

I chugged the small vodka bottle, feeling the warmth spread through my cheeks, grimacing as it burned my throat. But what really heated me up was the gay porn. My dick instantly got hard, just watching them kiss—just like those frat guys on the beach earlier.

I rubbed myself while walking back to the minibar and grabbed another little bottle of vodka, downing it in one gulp. It was starting to taste less horrid. Just then, I heard some partygoers outside, their laughter and shouts drifting up through the open window. Right then and there, a little plan popped into my mind, undoubtedly aided by the alcohol starting to course through me, emboldening me. I smirked at my own devious idea. I was going to check out the nightlife in Cabo.

However, Little did I know that this little night out would change my life forever.