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He was totally fucked up, a spoiled brat who thought he would change the world with the money he earned by cheating on the internet, Selling self-made websites and then telling people they were worth thousands of dollars. And greedy-for-money people snapped them up. He laughed in his fist, with big Fernandel teeth. Only two month ago we met at my exhibition in Cuzco. He was handsome, gorgeous boy of twenty three years old. His curly hair, broad lips and long eyelashes blew me away. He was thin, rather slender, and at times unshaven.
Having been ill prepared for South America, he soon found in me a kind of father figure. He adored my paintings and kept staring at them, analyzing them one by one. They were very erotic in content and I think he was fascinated by the penises he saw in my work, but didn't dare to tell. Instead he went on the psychology tour, trying to find out who I really was actually. Weeks went by; I showed him the city and interpreted for him when he needed to buy some souvenirs.
To cut a long story short, he was ignorant but loaded with money and lonely. After two weeks he moved into my room in the same guest house in the city of Cuzco. We had each a bed in a room three meter by three. He had passed sleepless nights in his own guest house where Argentineans made noise till wee hours in the morning. My new roommate whose names was Kyle, was truly happy to have found me, but he remained aloof in terms of physicality. It seemed somewhere or somehow he had been traumatized in his young life.
-Don't get into my space; he used to say when I spoke close to his mouth.
The distance being only a hand from his face was enough for him to freak out.
-What's wrong with you, Kyle? I mean you are very handsome not to say that you could be a fashion model.
-Don't tell me that, I am not interested in beauty. In Miami I had all the gays running after me, they are so persistent and wouldn't leave me alone. It is so annoying when people get so close to me, and you have this way of breathing out so loudly, I hate that.
Those were the first signs of some kind of overreacting to getting close as friends and a sign of insecurity. As weeks passed by we grew closer and closer but the barriers of getting physically closer was not even to be mentioned. Then he came home with a girl that I stupidly had introduced to him. Twice he locked me out of my own room to fuck her. I got mad and told him so.
-Just because you are not sexually active anymore I should not bring a girl to my bed?
It was a time of tense debates way in the night about sex beauty and the more I argued the more he steered a way form me. He smoked too much marihuana and even had me smoking some. Those hours we got close again and during my trip I saw him even more like an angel but with a diabolic soul. He taunted me when he could and I told him how I felt aroused when under influence of Marihuana. I had these fantasies of getting into his bed and rip the clothes of him. How many times did I have to bite my tongue when I saw him undressing and get in bed in his Calvin Klein underwear?
-Robin, look the other way, he said, I have to piss in my bottle- we had plastic bottles to pee in, because we were both too lazy to run to the toilet outside in the cold.
The piss sinking into his bottle made me hornier everyday. It was worse when he told me of his adventures with girls who were virgins and couldn't get his dick in he said. One month had passed by, I had introduced him to taking his first trip into San Pedro, a hallucinogenic cactus plants, used by shamans of the Andes. I was blown away when in that trip he wanted to hold my hand and told me: Robin without you I will degenerate, you must take care of me.
-I will I said, like my own son, I will.
People who saw us together always asked me whether I was his father or he my son. We got used to it. But when he was sober he freaked out many a times when they asked me where we were going together.
-To a disco, I said.
-God they must be thinking we are a gay couple, Kyle told me worried.
Then one night, when he came back to the room and I was already in bed, I pretended to sleep. He stumbled like a drunk from one corner of his bed to another. Was he drunk, stoned or both?
-Robin, are you awake?
I didn't reply, breathed deeply to fake a sound sleep.
-Robin?
I heard him throw his clothes on the floor; we had no wardrobe or anything to keep our clothes in. His pants and shirt fell soundless at his feet. Then the sound of a vest getting over his head made me open up one eye. I was dark; he couldn't see anything of it. I saw his hairy chest getting a ray of light form the full moon shining through the thin curtains.
-Robin, are you awake?
I gave no kick.
-Oh, shit, he said and walked over to me. I'll give it anyway to you, he murmured.
To my surprise he rolled his Calvin's down to his knees and I faced a dangling cock and balls before my eyes that which stood like two tiny slits next to my nose. He slightly bent his knees and got his cock near my lips.
-Lick my dick, Robin, lick it you faggot.
I did nothing just look his flaccid member that was nearly dancing on the tip of my nose.
He grabbed it with his left hand and pushed on my lips held tightly together.
-Come on Robin, I know you like it. His hand went through my hair. Come on daddy, suck your son's dick, I am too hot and the bitches didn't let me into their pussy.
He threw the blankets off my body.
-Oh, my god, you are naked, you motherfucker, you sleep naked.
His left hand went over my arm down to my right buttock and shone his flashlight on my groin, then on my face.
-Damn, this cock doesn't want to ride your mouth, I shouldn't have smoked and drunk, I heard him speak to himself.
He got the blankets and sheets back over me and went off to his own bed. But I was awake now and horny as hell. So, Kyle, if he could would have fucked me probably? I will pay him back, I thought. Kyle got in his own bed and didn't even cover himself; he was completely comatose, if you asked me. I got up silently on my toes and walked over to him.
-Here I am Kyle, I whispered in his ear. Daddy is here to take care of you, I will help you to overcome your fear of gays, I will.
I flung myself just behind his butt and lay my arm over his chest and held him close. He didn't realize a thing, he was gone. But I wasn't, my cock stood hard pushing against his soft butt. My hand played with his chest hair.
-Com on sweetie, let daddy strip down those briefs of yours.
My fingers already sat behind the elastic band and pulled the Klein down, centimeter by centimeter. I moved in my hand completely and searched for his crack with my index, while all the time no reaction, and not even a shiver from his warm body.
-Oh, I nearly spunked, but the best part still had to come, I thought.
-Easy old man, easy, I spoke to myself.
Kyle had called me during the row over that girl had called me an old man and not sexually active. He would soon find out what that meant. I started nibbling at his earlobe while my finger played with his puckered anus. I had enough of those briefs, so I rushed them down to his ankles. His crack was so hairy, I hated it. So I crept out of bed found my shaving tools and some wet soap. I began to soap in the buns and his crack and ran the Gillette softly sliding over the whole surface of this young male's exposed ass. I got so excited doing this, it drove nearly nuts. Now I could slide my hardened impatient rod up against it. No stubbles, smooth like a boiled egg, they felt. My arm over his chest went looking for his flaccid cock and balls. Yes, they were there all right, soft like a lemon pie.
The thing was to get in him. I grabbed the wet soap again and pushed it in his crack a few times and rubbed it over my dick.
-We are ready, sonny? I am here for you, would be nice if you'd wake up, but then you too wouldn't wait till I woke up, no?
I smiled and moved in with a push and as shove. The feeling was awesome, he was tight and clean. My dick got squeezed so much it started juicing drops of the first bits of cum. But his dick remained soft like a sponge. I got him down on his tummy so I could move in faster. My breathing went heavier and stronger, I let it out in his ears and neck, and I chewed at his angel hair. My balls clutched inside like mad, I withdrew and got to sniff his arse, spreading his legs, feeling him up and pulling his cock and balls from underneath. Hey there seemed to be a bit of life in that cock when I licked it. The more I lapped it up the stronger it became until suddenly I heard:
-Mmmmmm
He was getting alive...Quickly I pushed my cock up his arse and plowed him thoroughly.
His head jerked upward and said:
-Ooooooooohhh, Robin...what are you doing?
-I am riding you, son of a bitch, I am sexually active you see and I can get in you, though you are a virgin.
I pushed his head into his pillow having said that and push harder home.
-How do you feel, son?
-It feels great, dad, he chuckled.
-Ok, then I go on a bit harder on you. I slapped his buttocks.
-Yeah, I shouted, yeah, what a rodeo I got on you, son!! Ok, tossing time.
I turned him rapidly on his back and got myself over to his chest.
-Take this sexual inactive cock in your mouth and shut up, just bob your head to and fro.
Kyle said nothing and sucked me off like it was an ice cream.
-Good, I think you have done this before, don't you?
-Yes, dad, in Miami.
-You pretended to be that virgin?
-I pretended, he laughed. But I was the toast of the city there.
-How come, you are so tight then?
-I never let them fuck me, I only sucked cock.
-So, I am deflowering you?
-Yep, dad.
-Ok, then take some more in that gorgeous trap of yours.
He had the best tongue that ever played on my toll, no biting of teeth, but a large thin muscle, slinging itself around and around until I shot like ten times against his palate painting it white. He swallowed and ate like a pro. I fell flat over his face, my paunch suffocating him.
-Get off me...
-On one condition, son. You will never fuck anyone but me and no more girls, you hear.
-Yes dad, he giggled, on one condition...next time it is me who will take your cherry when you sleep.
-Deal, I said and groped his cock with my eager trap and sucked him till he spunked allover me.
Thereafter we snuggled into each others arms and loved each other for as long as we lay in bed. The moon laid a white sheet of light over us.
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