Well, my night at the orphanage was almost as eventful as that guys Night at the Museum.

Perhaps my most amazing experience in Medellin does not involve any sex at all. I told this story before but for those who missed it, it bears repeating. I am sure there will be some who think it never happened, but trust me it did. I met a street girl in El Centro named Johanna who gave me the most incredible sex I have ever had. She was on fire, passionate, and into every second of it. I took her to the mansion, and she spent the night with me. We screwed all night long. She was unbelievable. Come to find out she had a baby and was an orphan. Both parents had died in a car crash. She lived in this orphanage on the side of a mountain in a poor area of Medellin. She told me she wanted me to come see her there.

On my next trip I made plans to go visit the orphanage. She gave me the number and I called almost everyday to talk to her. I got to know the old woman who ran the place and she too invited me to come see them. I got to know some of the girls who lived there on the phone. A few days before I was to arrive I called and the old woman told me Johanna had disappeared...but she still wanted me to come see them. I was worried for Johanna, but decided to go look for her.

When I arrived I went back to the streets hoping to find her, but she was nowhere. I called the orphanage and they begged me to come over and see them anyway. The old woman sent two of the girls to the Prada Metro station to find me. One of them was 6 months pregnant.

The girls brought me to this little orphanage on the side of a hill in a barrio called Guanazal. It was OK to me...but looked a little dangerous. The cab driver dropped me off and the girls escorted me inside. There were 8 girls living here, ranging in age from 12 to 23. The girls were amazed to see me and treated me like a rock star. They insisted in feeding me dinner. After 2 hours I told the girls I needed to return to the Mansion. The old woman told me that was not possible, it was too dangerous. I would be robbed or kidnapped. Wow, I had not planned on spending the night here. I was trying to decide what to do when I heard walkie talkies, and men outside. It was a small army of Military guys, and the old Sgt came right in, and asked the girls to all leave. He wanted to know what a gringo was doing here in Guanazal in this orphanage. Wow, I have to admit my sphincter tightened up a bit. I was afraid I was doing something wrong.

He said no...it was the taxi driver who tipped them off that I was here and they decided to check it for themselves. They were all afraid for my safety, and did not want any problems in Medellin with a gringo. They did not need bad press! Wow, I was shocked. He then told me it was a good idea for me to stay the night. Well then I guess I would. The girls came running back in all excited, and threw me down on a bed and covered me up. Wait a second girls, I am not that sleepy yet...but thanks for the help.

The cops left and the girls were excited for me to stay. About half an hour later another cop came in and introduced himself and left. I asked the girls who that was, and they said he would be my guard for the night. This guy literally stood guard over me outside all night long!

Next morning the girls made me breakfast and I began to hatch a brilliant idea. It was crazy and I was running the risk of getting into trouble, but it was worth a try. I knew that Greg was taking all the guys at the Mansion on a white water rafting trip that day, leaving just me and Cubanut in the Mansion. I figured my buddy would not care, and I would invite some of these girls back to the Mansion for a pool party. I did not realize all 8 of them would want to go, but they all did! On the way down we stopped in El Centro and bought some of them bikinis.

I have to say Lina wanted to kill me when we walked in. I asked Lina to call Robert to make sure it was OK, and Robert was cool with it as long as I was responsible for everything. These girls had never had a chance to do anything like this before and they were so excited. I took them all to MacDonalds, down the street from the Mansion, and on the way back we ran into the entire Medellin Soccer team, coming out of their hotel getting on their bus. They all got autographs and pictures, and were thrilled. I then got all 8 of them into the pool. Cubanut and I both took some great pictures, but I am not posting these because I want to protect their privacy. I really wanted to protect these girls like they were my own. There was no hanky panky with any of them at the mansion or anywhere, even though some were 18. It just did not seem right to me.

I took the girls back to their orphanage and they all thanked me for the time of their life. It was months later, when the memory came back. I had picked up a street girl working one night in Mayorista, and brought her back to the Mansion. While I was screwing her brains out she stopped and sat up and told me my name. I said...yes thats me. She asked me if I knew Carolina, one of the girls from the Orphanage. I was shocked and said yes I did. She then told me she missed out on the trip. She was gone that day but heard all about it from the other girls. She told me I was famous, and the girls would never forget me.

Wow....small world.

I forgot to add that after the girl recognized me in mid screw and told me the story, of course we went back to screwing and I had a great finish with this one knowing that she would run back to the orphanage and tell all the girls what we did. I continued to see this girl on the streets. It is sad that some of the orphans have to work, but they have no visible means of support except for this one. While I am sad for her, I am not sad for me. It is my contribution to the orphanage.

rm

This is the BEST story EVER! Bravo, RM.

wow you really have a big heart and big ballz to go up there by yourself. it is a very nice thing that you did and something that all of us would like to do someday, except of course staying up there in the orphanage.

Radioman,
Great story, you are one charitable guy!


CFK