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Two hours had passed by since Angelito had ridden Gringito. I had begun calling him like that too. At first it had irritated him, but he had grown accustomed to his whore name. The phone was glowing red with calls. I had bought myself an agenda to book him. Some days like Sunday were packed with appointments. There was no escape for him. Kyle had no clue I was earning heaps of cash with him, for most of the time he drugged himself. I allowed him a bit of pocket money for him to buy his regular dose of grass, which he alternated with cocaine. Cocaine was dirt cheap in Cuzco and La Paz. Only three dollar for hundred grams. Sometimes he was so fucked up because he mixed both.
-Gringito?
-Yes, dad.
-Are you ready for one more?
-Just allow me this line and I am fixed.
He inhaled the white stuff in one snort and got:
-Wow, feels great, dad. I am on top of the world.
-Good for me that I woke you up, huh, big hunk of mine.
-Yes, dad, look what I got here.
He pointed at his rock hard cock which sat straight up in his Lycra bermudas.
The beast was stone solid and covering his navel.
-God, Gringito, I envy yours when I look at mine.
-That's life, dad.
We waited for the guy to knock at the door, but nothing happened. As usual in Latin America, no one showed in time, no one was punctual. Kyle sat there agitated, his blood racing through his brain.
-How old is he, dad?
-He sounded real young, but I don't know, sometimes I get kids who ring up just to joke around or to insult you. I even had some extremists who said they'd kill faggots and they'd cut your balls off. But this is too much and too late. I go and get some fresh air at the patio.
It got nearly ten pm. I still sat on a chair, in the middle of the patio, looking at the stars, when Antonio walked over to me.
-Don Robin, buenas noches.
-Hola don Antonio, how are you?
-Fine, gracias.
-Leaving your son alone a bit?
Everyone thought we were father and son and some travelers that we were a gay couple.
-Si, a little bit, it is a small room after all and we need a bit of privacy.
-Yes, I understand.
-Can I talk to you for a moment?
-Yes, grab a chair; it is your house after all, isn't it.
-It is difficult to start this conversation, but it has been on my mind ever since I knocked on your door that day to let that gentleman with the Borsalino hat into your room.
Don Antonio, certainly had a way of unsettling me a bit.
-Speak up man, I am all ears.
-You see, I am running this hostel alone since my wife passed away last year and it has been very hard on me, beside that I have to take care of my old mother...
-And?
-Well, you know, a man of my age is not at the end of his Latin and when it comes to seeing a fresh young leave I find it hard to control myself or rather what is hanging between my legs. You are man, you know what I mean, don't you?
-Sure, I said and glimpsed at his crotch.
Antonio smiled.
-You see...when I was young, before I got married, I had quite some adventures of many a type. I mean...I don't know how.
- Don't waste your breath, don Antonio. I only need a few words to see what kind of man I have in front of me. You are horny and would love to have a go on my son?
Antonio, bowed his head, then looked behind him and added:
-It's just that the other day I saw him naked through the stint of the door and his body was so attractive, first I thought you had a woman in bed. But it was him your son, Kyle, wasn't it?
-Yes, it was him.
-He has an amazing ass, Antonio, the front side is not bad either, provided you like hot rods.
I told you just now that I had some adventures, well as a matter of fact, but keep this between us, please: I sucked quite a few carajos (cocks). Later when I was married I was no longer much on my own and my wife knew everything about me, where I went and what I did. She had spies allover. God, I am glad this is over. She was a good woman, but I had no freedom.
-What man is free once he is married, don Antonio?
-Is your son in the room?
-Yes, he is.
-Can I see him?
-See him or fuck him? There is a difference, don Antonio.
His face was red with shame.
-I want to fuck him, he whispered with his hand to my ear.
-That's fifty dollars, friend.
-That's a lot of money for a poor guest house owner like me.
-What about this: I can fuck him when I like and you guys stay free for as long as you want.
-Deal, but no word about the deal with my son. Ok? Every time you fuck him you pay me five soles in front of him, which I will give you back after.
-Great, don Robin.
-Ok, off you go, I will stay out a bit longer. You get half an hour.
-Half an hour?
-Yes, because we are waiting for one more customer.
-Of course, I didn't stay that long outside, five minutes later I walked in and don Antonio ass greeted me.
-Don Robin, please, this was not the deal.
-We never said a word about that.
-But, it is a private thing with your son, how can I ...
-Fuck like this? That's what you want to say? I don't care, just do your business and I will be watching the show. Believe me or not, but my son loves to be fucked up the ass. So, get your dick out of your briefs Antonio and let me see what you got in store for my son.
Antonio's face grew black with anger.
-Don't get angry, enjoy while you are at it.
-My dad is an asshole, senor, don't worry, and let's have some fun.
Kyle pulled Antonio's briefs down and grabbed the man's cock with both hands, massaging it neatly. Antonio forgot about his shame and obviously got some relief of this treatment. His rod had grown into a full eighteen fat pole with a very tight foreskin.
-My wife never sucked me, Kyle. Can you give me that pleasure?
-I am the best cocksucker of Cuzco, hang on in there. Why don't you lie down on my bed on your back and I get on top of you with my carajo in your mouth.
-You mean sixty-nine?
-Exactly.
-My wife never allowed that, she was truly brought up like a nun...
-Antonio, cut the crap will you, my son only got half an hour, hurry up before you run out of time.
-You want a smoke, Antonio? Kyle asked.
-No thanks, Kyle, I smoke your cock and balls, that's what I like.
-Hey, you got some sense of humor Antonito...
Kyle had Antonio's head in a vice with his knees, pushed his cock real savagely into Antonio's awaiting mouth. He nearly coughed his lungs out when it hit the back of his throat. Kyle had a go with his nimble tongue all the way down the shaft and balls. They were real hairy and big. Kyle began to suck on them as if he was going to suck out the semen through a punched hole.
-Ooooooofffooo, Antonio cringed, that hurts a bit.
-Oh dear, of dear, can't you endure this bit?
As he said this, Kyle slammed his hips against Antonio's face and pumped him like an oil drill. Kyle kept his spunk for the other customer. Antonio did his best to come but couldn't, thinking of his dead wife, perhaps made him fail to do the job.
-Ok, cut it, guys, half an hour has gone. Antonio will get some other opportunity.
He got dressed real fast, gave him five soles and walked out slamming the door behind. I ran after him.
-Antonio- I had dropped the respectable title of don, just to get him a little bit less bossy- wait up, I shouted.
He stood still in front of his home at the corner of the patio. Turned around and said: what do you want?
-A hundred dollars, I want from you, my friend for having jumped my son.
-You must be out of your mind, we had a deal.
-Well that deal is still on, but an extra has to be paid or I may want to inform your family about your queer interests.
-You son of a bitch...
-Thank you, and what is more..., I want you to screw my son three times a week at this rate. Perhaps, one day you can hand me over the hostel as a payment; I smiled and stuck out my hand.
-A hundred, please.
Antonio ran inside and came back with a new green back.
-Isn't he worth it, Antonio? Think of the beautiful exciting moments that are lying ahead of you.
That night no one came to hump Kyle another time, which drove Kyle nuts and grab another joint. Once in his comatose state of mind, I took my chance to ride him.
-Oh, my precious cocksucker, you have no clue how rich you make me.
-How much, you got for me today, he gibbered.
-Five soles, Gringito, as usual, five lucky soles.
-You bastard, dad, how long before I have your laptop and camera paid back.
-Long time, sonny, a long time, but you start liking your job, don't you?
-Yeeeessssss, he sighed and laid his head to rest deep in the pillow.
My cock moved in after I had greased his smooth shaven anus, I became one with him. His sphincter didn't want let go my short pole, it was the nicest feeling. I had sex and money, I thought, what more does one need? I pushed a bit deeper. Kyle groaned and pushed back.
-What do you see, son?
-Many snakes and tigers, they all want to bite me. I am running real hard, but I feel pain in my butt.
-Of course, sonny, that's because I moved into your love tunnel to keep you warm.
-Mmmamammma?
-Mama? She is not here, sonny.
-I am fucking my mum, it is really crazy, she has got two cocks instead of tits and her pussy is laughing and snarling at me.
-You are afraid to lose your manliness, Kyle?
- Fuck off Freud; I don't need this now, fuck off.
-Ok, Ok. Just be quiet and move your ass a bit in my direction. Yes, like that.
Now, I had myself going, my chest stuck to his shoulders, my breath through my nose fanned his lovely boy's neck.
-Mmmmmmh, he moaned, harder dad.
-Hah, hah, hah, I blurted at the top of my lungs and uuuuuuuuuughhghghghg.
A stream of white tadpoles entered his one love canal. I kissed him dearly on his ears, caressed his hairy legs down to his knees and said:
-Goodnight sweetie.
-Mmmmm, dad, he whispered from deep down in the pillow.
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