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It was half past eleven in the morning when Kyle lay still in bed. No matter what I tried I couldn't' get any discipline into that kid; Of course, I must confess that I made him work hard in the night. But that was only an excuse for him. The bloody Marijuana and cocaine was killing him slowly. He knew but nevertheless continued. He was hooked, what could I say? I knew he had the potential to take more clients if he'd only stopped taking the drugs, but it was his lifestyle and a way to cope with the many men he didn't like, who came like starved bats to suck his semen. Every morning I saw him in the bed covered under blanket hiding his face in the pillow shunning the morning light that seeped through the window. When he lies there like that, I get weak, weak for appetizing young flesh. But I know I get nowhere with being nice to him. He needs a hard hand and he told me himself. Last night, about five men went over him. But his ass took them all without a word of complaints. There were actually requests for some kinky sex, but Kyle declined that and so did I, unless of course they are willing to pay double amount of money. He had made an effort to enhance his body buy piercing his nipples with golden rings, and tow in his ear lobes, but some macho men were put off by that. He wanted to have his dick pierced as well with about nine rings, but that would only be ok if he only fucked women, but rings up in the ass?? I patted his ass and called him:
-Gringito, get your lazy ass out of that cot. In an hour you got Antonio up our butt.
No answer, the grass knocked him out. It was only the second time for Antonio and I needed some proof of the guy fucking lovely Kyle. Maybe, Kyle could ask him his boxers, and then I would have legal recourse to blackmail him more. I wanted this hostel so badly...I could turn it into a brothel of young males, who knows? I got the sheets off his butt and began massaging him from the neck down to his calves. I lingered most of the time on his butt, my favorite spot. Kneading the two moons; have once again the sponge, soap and blade over it. He was ready.
-Kyle, get up will you? Prepare yourself for our don Antonio. Get hold of his boxers and convince him that you are in love with him and that he should leave it behind with you.
He showered, lathered his face with Nivea hydrating cream. Oh, yes, he is very concerned about his youthful looks. He gives himself a broad smile in the mirror. The white Boston briefs never fitted his skinny ass, but they sure triggered off some libido pangs in most of the men he received in his arms. Then he sniffed his armpits and sprayed the irritating musk deodorant. I had bought him a few kinky undies with iridescent colors and sequins for special occasions, but he didn't like those. A knock on the door made him sit up on his bed and laid down my book.
-Come in.
-Ah, don Antonio, how good to see you.
-Buenas dias, amigos, Antonio spoke.
Amigos was the key word for anything, they have no clue what a friend really means, though.
Antonio, to our surprise feigned friendship and forgot about his anger. He was dressed in a very tight T-shirt through which his nipples were clearly visible. He smelled perfume and had greased his hair.
-Half an hour, right?
-Si, amigo.
-Then I will hurry up, he said while he unzipped his fly and flung his trousers and shirt on my bed.
-Put your butt toward me, Gringito, he said while got Kyle's briefs down.
Kyle stuck his butt up in the air, his lovely big cock hanging loosely over his shaven balls, which Antonio began to lap, while his left hand got hold of the rising cock. I compared his cock to condor leaving its nest because of a predator that wanted to eat its eggs. Antonio's tongue got in Kyle's widening anus. Kyle knew how to entice men; he pushed his butt to and fro while blinking his sphincter like a light tower in the night. He certainly was a male siren. Antonio got himself into a hand job, but when he got too excited he started panting like an old dog.
-Easy, Antonio, Gringito hissed, I don't want a customer to die on me. You are not too bad for your age, your biceps's and abdominal muscles look so enticing, I wish I will be looking that way when I am you rage.
Having said that, Antonio moved up and pressed his pulsating gland against Kyle's portal of joy.
-I will fuck you real bad Gringito, you owe me a lot, since I had nothing last time, I won't be too sorry for your kiddy ass.
Kyle looked back at me, raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth so wide and sighed: ooh yeah, my sweet Anthony, think of me as Cleopatra. Just bust my ass; I will give it all to you.
Antonio rammed it in left and right shocked and clashed, paused and panted, slid out, lost control of his dick, put it in again grabbed Kyle by the feminine hips and blasted all he had in the wet anal road to nowhere. The sweat pearled on his forehead and on his slightly haired chest. Kyle moved closer to Antonio by getting erect on his lap and bracing his legs around Antonio's loins. Kyle moved up and down while chewing on the Latino nipples.
-I love you Antonio, you are the best lover I ever had, everything is so perfect, your ass, your tits, your fat lips, your piercing lustful eyes. I cannot get enough of youuuuuuuuuu! Kyle came in drives and spat everything from the peehole up Antonio's chin. Antonio, let go of his tension and released the best shots in Kyle with muffled cries and ended up resting his head on Kyle's shoulder.
-I love you too he murmured in his ear.
I said nothing, just waited for the finale. Kyle unplugged himself from his gorgeous middle aged `lover' and got of bed. Antonio followed his butt and continued caressing Kyle with love and passion.
-Enough, Antonio, actually you got ten minutes more than allowed, time to say goodbye. Maybe in compensation you can give Gringito something extra. He talks everyday about you, only you and this after all the younger men he's had, that is rather a compliment.
-Is it true Gringito? Antonio asked.
Kyle turned around in this very effeminate fashion and said:
-Yes, dear Anthony. Why don't you give me your boxers as a present? For me to remember you always. I can sniff your cock odor in the night. It makes me dizzy when I smell it.
Antonio looked at me, very insecure and nearly accusing me of having planned this, but Kyle's charms were something he didn't want to question and he answered.
-Yes, ok, take them.
Kyle received with utmost attention and love. He pressed the boxers against his nose and inhaled real deep and said: oh, it is so powerful a smell. He kissed it and then kissed the owner on the mouth.
-See you, loverboy...
Antonio left a happy man. Touched by the cheap words Kyle had spoken.
-You should be an actor, Gringito, I told Kyle. You are good at it. Now we got some fine material from this idiot.
-What will you do with it Robin?
-One day it will come in handy.
That was nearer that Kyle could even imagine.
A month later, I was on the case, determined to get it all. Kyle wasn't home, just Antonio and his old mother, his sister and brother, who had a room next to his. The hostel was his but he allowed his family to work with him and live here. I had to get rid of all the possible witnesses of an unheard of business. I went to see him in the evening, no backpackers anymore, the off season had started and little money was coming in. I believe at the rate Antonio came to see Kyle, had nearly turned him flat broke. I knew the money had to come in another way. We sat down with a cup of coffee. Antonio was in a good mood and respected me in a way that I had not expected. He had grown more self-confident now that he could get his rocks off three times a week and the fact that no one of his family knew and that Gringito loved him.
-Antonio, I want you to sit straight, because I have some bad news for you.
-What do you mean?
-Let's not waste much time over this. Look, I know you run out of money and you want to keep fucking Gringito three times a week, isn't it?
-Yes.
-Ok, it is plain and simple, then. I want you to hand me over the hostel as my property, today.
He grinned and said: you are out of your mind.
-I don't think so. Look, you don't' want your family to find out about your sexual deviations, don't you? So, I want you to sign a paper and legalize it with a lawyer and notary here in Cuzco. I have my lawyer too and informed him already. I am much befriended with the comandante from Santiago district. By the way, he loves your boxers shorts. We have established the DNA found in it, in case you would want to dispute that it is your pair of boxers. So, you tell your family that they have a week's time to find themselves another home. Now if you like, you can still live here with us, works as a servant or a co-pimp...you can find other boys in town who could have a permanent room here and do exactly the same job as Kyle. It is a yes or no right now.
Antonio visibly writhing with anger and pain said:
-Yes, ok. You leave me no choice. That's all he said.
-You will earn a commission on every customer you bring for Gringito and other boys. If you find some cute ones, you get paid for them too. For the rest, no salary, but you will become more affluent than when you ran this dump hostel with poor gringo travelers. At seven pm. The papers will be signed and I become legal owner.
-What do I tell my family?
-Say, you went bankrupt and that I took it over from you in leasing it.
That's how I left him. I was rich. In one month I promote myself from a poor traveler to an owner of hostel...sorry, brothel in Cuzco. Of course, not everything was that easy. In return for protection I had to agree to free use of Gringito by the chief inspector of the Santiago police unit. How to find more boys? I have seen a few ads in the press of Cusceñan escort boys, but would they work for me? Would Kyle like the competition? Maybe, I would run the hostel with just him, for the time being. It was discrete and there was more than enough demand and money made with him, but he had only one ass to fill. What if I had ten assholes multiplied by five customers each a day? But no one should find out about this venue in the neighborhood. A week later when the family had moved out and I had the place to myself and Kyle and our customers, I received the first visit of el comandante. He came in police uniform. Maybe to impress Kyle, I don't know. It was a different treat and I was not allowed to stay with Kyle. But the latter had promised me to describe the whole act after he had den with him. Antonio disappeared when the comandante came; he didn't want to be associated with us. Afraid for what could happen to him; if the comandante found out that he was still working here and with us.
He walked in. The comandante was a typical macho military man, who demanded respect. His dandy mustache curled up against his nostrils, he curled them up all the time, Kyle commented. He said he hated sissies and that he only wanted pure macho gay boys. So, I had to stand up and salute him like a soldier. I found that ridiculous, I hat the army and told hi so. He didn't like that a bit. He unbuckled his belt and laid down his gun and baton. Yes, he was very manly and dominating. He ordered me off the bed and kneel in front of him. He didn't touch my head; instead he used his baton and gave me a few ticks with it on the crown of my head. That's how he ordered me around.
-Open my fly, Gringito, he said harshly. I think he maybe uses his cops in the same way...poor Indian recruits. But he took my hands and placed them firmly over his butt.
-Hold me like this, he said. The fly stood open and I saw his black dark briefs. Suck my dick, Yankee. He ordered
His dick was real small, half my size, smaller than yours Robin. I had not much time to think about it, because he patted his baton again but this time on my back.
-Move it, he said in his broken English. He pushed me down and told me to look up at his face while I sucked him off. As I did, a long thread of saliva landed on my face, whilst he continued to rock his hips into my face. I closed my eyes and the saliva kept coming, then he did the same thing on my hair and started rubbing it in. -Get up, boy, he ordered bullishly.
Of course I was still dressed in sexy glittering thong which I had on with the previous customer. I hadn't come a bit with that old fart, so the commandant would still enjoy some cum with me, but I just didn't like the way he talked to me. I was treated like shit. Turn around, you whore boy, hijo de puta he said. I am going to fuck you. I was not even allowed to look back at him. He pushed me over on the bed. I felt something hard against my crack and than his fist parted my buns, and then I felt a hard stub move in. I couldn't believe it was his little stump doing that.
-What are you doing comandante? I dared to ask.
-Shut up! He barked. Give me that Vaseline, he shouted.
The Vaseline pot near my pillow had been used with the old tart too. Without looking back I gave it to him and promptly I flung a wad of it in my ass. Now the stump which was cold came back in me. It was so rigid and hard and went and came. I realized he had penetrated me with the baton. That's the only thing he did. He said no more just pushed it in while in the mean time I am sure he masturbated himself. I felt the squirts on my butt. And then he left.
-Strange bastard if you ask me, Kyle. I said. But don't worry we will soon be better off. Goodnight Kyle
-Goodnight dad.
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