Sacrificial Sex on the Pyramid in Cobá

Artwork by Jesus de la Helguera

We were given a three nights stay at a new hotel in Cancun, all because my hunk of a boyfriend, Marty, signed up for a membership with a travel agency. I couldn’t wait to leave.

It was cold in Colorado the day we flew out, but in just under four hours, we arrived at the tiny Cancun airport to beautiful tropical heat. Although expected, I was still surprised at the drastic change in temperature, and we were eager to cast off our coats and blue jeans in exchange for bathing suits.

On our taxi ride to the hotel, I was so enthralled at being in the tropics that I was feeling a great need to fuck my guy. I envisioned me straddling Marty in the water, getting him hard, and slipping his cock in through a leg opening of my bathing suit that I’d have pulled aside to receive him. That visual had me crossing and uncrossing my legs in hopes of relieving the craving since I couldn’t do much about it at that moment.

Marty leaned into me and whispered, “Are you okay, my pet? You’re squirming around like you need to pee or something.”

I said softly, “Oh no, it’s not that. I was just thinking about what I’d like to do with you when we get into the water, and it’s making me horny as hell!”

“Well, okay. Squirm away. I like where your mind is going.” Marty whispered back.

I reached down to the bulge in Marty’s tight denim jeans. “These have got to go,” I told him. “I need softer, more feelable fabric!” I felt him harden through the coarse fibers as I continued my lustful thoughts and fondling.

“Almost there,” the taxi driver told us, but he kept glancing in the rear-view mirror at us.

I was really excited to get to our sensual paradise, complete with palm trees and grass hut, but that scene did not appear. The only palm trees visible were gracing the manicured lawns of tall, glitzy, gleaming hotels that rivaled most in Vegas, and more were being built. I was dumbfounded.

This was not what I had wanted to see. My libido shrank, along with my spirits. Instead of seeing my expected paradise, I was looking at Touristville, Mexico. To make matters worse, upon arriving at our hotel, we could clearly see that it, too, was under construction. It didn’t even look ready for guests. What the fuck?

We were assured that our room was ready for occupancy, with apologies for the noise. When we heard hammering, after getting settled in our room, my disappointment with this unexotic scenario was huge.

“Remember that we have tickets for a bus tour of Chichén Itzá, my love. That should perk you up,” Marty encouraged, adding, “Besides, we can still hang out at the beach and play around in the sea.” His eyebrow wiggles made me laugh.

“You’re right,” I stated, “There is the sea to enjoy, and also visiting one of the most famous ruins on the Yucatan Peninsula. You do know that I’ve yearned to see ruins in this area since Junior High School when I saw pictures of the temples in what used to be British Honduras that had been discovered beneath vines and trees, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know. That’s one reason we wanted to come here, so with the tour to look forward to, let’s not be too upset about having less than ideal living conditions. After all, they were free.”

I leaned up and gave that handsome, rugged face a kiss just above the scruffy beard, on his cheek. “I adore you, my main squeeze!” I told him.

“I hope I’m your only ‘squeeze’, my dearest,” he replied. He cupped my chin, puckering his lips for a real kiss, as the other hand massaged my breast. This led to me rubbing his crotch, but just as I was feeling movement and things heating up, we heard the whir of an electric saw blade, and bang! Bang! Bang!

“Damn it!” Marty exclaimed. “Let’s get away from this hullabaloo! Let’s go down to the bar and look at the map of the peninsula we got from the hotel clerk and make a plan for things to do while we’re here?”

“Yeah! That’s good. I could use a drink anyway.”

Photo by Jimmy Baum

Over cocktails, our list began. Besides sunbathing, and the tour of Chichén Itzá, Marty thought it would be a good idea to rent a car for a day and drive to Playa del Carmen, Tulum, and then Cobá. Although we had not heard of Cobá, the short blurb on the map said it was one of the largest Mayan communities, boasting the tallest pyramid directly on the peninsula, and I wanted to see this place.

We finalized our shortlist of tourist ‘to-dos’, and we had a bite to eat. It was getting late. As we left the bar, we saw that a few of the late-working Mexicans were leaving, and knew the noise was over for the night. Thank goodness. We wanted to be fresh and energetic when we went on the tour of Chichén Itzá, as it would be an all-day event.

It was a four-hour bus ride to the ruins the next day. When we arrived, I was surprised by the crowds. I knew it was a popular place to visit, but I didn’t realize how popular. It was also really hot, with no shade nearby to get away from the sun. Although the ruins were fascinating to see, they didn’t match up with the pictures I remembered as a student, of hidden pyramids beneath the shelter of jungle vines and trees that had taken over hundreds of years ago. I hoped Cobá would be better.

The next morning we rented a car and drove south on Highway 307. Coming to Playa del Carmen, we turned onto the street that would take us toward the ocean and what we had hoped would be more of the town. Unfortunately, it seemed just another tourist destination of trinket shops and bars, so we continued on to Tulum.

The ruins in Tulum were small, but unique in the aspect of them being above the coastline on the cliff, with the largest building overlooking the ocean. It was a stunning scene. While I took photos of Marty peeking through the windows of one of the small corner out-look buildings made from stone, with the ocean in the background, I was feeling more excited for this trip.

Tulum was small enough to see it all in a couple of hours, leaving us plenty of time to get to Cobá, which was about an hour’s drive, and then to tour it before it got too dark. When we arrived, we pulled into an empty parking lot and probably woke up the ticket seller, because he seemed surprised to see a visitor. We had the place to ourselves.

There were a few vendors nearby, one selling tacos, which was good, since we were both hungry. We ate the tacos as we walked down the welcome shade of the path toward a vast spread of stone buildings. It was as if we were touring a hidden village under a canopy. Seeing that the first pyramid we came to was only half excavated, with trees and vines growing out of the stone walls, hiding much of the structure, yet giving a hint of what lay beneath, I was beside myself with excitement. This is what I had wanted to see!

We continued to follow the path leading to the center of the immense complex, seeing mounds that were likely buildings unexcavated, still covered by nature, but not touched by humans in hundreds of years. It was so bewitching, my heart was ready to explode.

I stopped, turned to Marty and threw my arms around him, and kissed him passionately. When I slid my hand down his shorts I discovered he was as excited as I was. This had definite potential.

“I really want to fuck you here in this magically haunted place,” I whispered.

“Okay,” was his husky response. “Let’s go find a good spot.”

We hadn’t walked much farther when we saw the majestic pyramid ahead through the trees.

“Let’s climb to the top and do it there. What do you think?” I asked a bit breathlessly.

In answer, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the structure.

“My God, it’s tall,” I stated. We stood at the bottom of the massive stone edifice looking up at the multitude of steps. “I hope we still have enough energy when we get to the top!”

“Let’s get going and see. You have me so turned on I don’t know if I want to wait to get to the top.”

“We must! I want to be your sacrificial maiden,” I laughed as we began the climb. There was a rope draped down from the top for those who needed help, but we climbed each giant step without its aid.

At the top, looking out over all the trees, we could see an undulating sea of green.

“Oh, God! This is so beautiful!” I stated.

Walking around the top of the tallest object on this peninsula, had us mesmerized. I felt deep in my soul that this moment had to be christened with sex.

I kissed Marty hard and pulled down his shorts. When his breathing became heavy, I squatted down in front of him and took his now-massive cock into my mouth. I was sure that his groans could be heard far below, and was glad we were alone.

But that was not the sacrifice I wanted to make to the Mayan Gods. Raising up, I pulled my own shorts and underwear down, leaned over the top of the altar that was in the middle of the platform, and offered myself to Marty who grabbed me from behind. He plunged.

“Oh, dear heaven above!” I uttered, as we rhythmically moved into each other. When the thrusts came deep, hard, and fast my moans reached a crescendo. I felt one with the Gods.

Our releases came with timed ejaculations so powerful, we made the birds fly with our ecstatic screams. Marty laid himself onto my back and moaned with pleasure and love at my adventurous spirit, stroking my bare butt cheek.

“Wanna go again?” as he slid his hand in between my legs.

I had just said, “I’m game if you are,” when we heard voices coming our way.

We giggled as we scooted away from the altar to dash into the room behind us to get our clothes back in place. Then we laughed as we heard two people talking below. We were about to have company.

Marty held me tight calling me his ‘Little Mayan Princess’.

I called him, “My Lord, Itzamna” — the God of fire, creator of the earth, and the ruler of Heaven. My heaven.

We left the platform and began our descent, passing a young couple who may have wanted to do the same thing we had. I hoped so. It would be nice to think we had opened up the heavens to opportunity and desire for leaving a sacrifice to the God of lovemaking.