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I got so many thrills out of shaving that ass, it always turned me on, it was kind of a fore play and Kyle seemed to enjoy it too or got even addicted to it. He parted his buttocks as if he was showing me what kind of meat I had in that hamburger of his. My dick got so full and swollen it was going to burst I had to put it in him fast or I would come before I had the chance to touch home. I lay over him with all my weight and tied his wrists to the bed sheet with mine over his like handcuffs. The residue of the soap was good enough for me to slide effortless. Kyle pushed up his butt and I pushed it down with m loins. It looked like a whale dance in the ocean. My sweaty hairy paunch scraped his fine thin back. I could count the vertebraes of his. But his ass wasn't that tight as the first time. Too many clients he'd had who widened it evermore. I wanted to feel his anus squeeze the blood out of my penis veins.
-Come on Kyle give me some performance, I don't feel a thing.
-Mmmmmh, I like it this way, it doesn't hurt me, and I just enjoy you sliding in and out. Why should I hurt myself? I am not a masochist.
-Ok. Then turn around on your back and suck me off. Real hard, will you?
-Yes, since you ask me so nicely, Kyle snickered.
I felt he was like deriding me and inside I felt he ought to be taught a lesson in humbleness.
-He got his lips all right in place and I got him to suck well and dedicated, but in the mean time my head was racing to find something better.
I couldn't, I just got lost in his sucking me off. Finally I shot a good amount of life in his eager professional mouth.
-Take it all, Kyle, don't spill one drop, you hear?
Kyle just looked up like an obedient puppy and blinked with his eyes. I got on my back and he continued licking my ass clean. The funny thing of our relationship was that he rarely asked me about the money I was earning with him. He had grown accustomed to satisfying my needs and others'. Kyle was a pro, when with me, he never shot his cum into me anymore because customers always wanted his on their face or eat it all. He could come like four times in two three hours. My ass was licked clean and it felt good. I drifted off into thinking of Juan and how pretty he was. Kyle fell back on his back and lit up a joint.
-You want some, Robin?
-No thanks.
-What are you thinking of?
-Beautiful Juan.
-Yes, me too, how funny huh?
-How do you see him now, Robin?
-I see him stripping in front of me like one of those bar strippers, and people are putting money in his briefs.
-Pervert.
-And you?
-I see me stripping him, and kissing him all over his body. I put some make-up on his eyes and gloss on his lips and push him down to cover my long hard cock which is waiting to take hold of him, to open up his tight little back door.
-Pervert...
We instantly began laughing nearly coughing our lungs up.
-Why don't we bring him over here and do what we are seeing, Robert?
-I don't know, Kyle, he is too special.
-Yes, but too tight for the customers.
All of a sudden a bang on the door jammed the conversation. Kyle nearly jumped out of the bed and had no one I expected.
-Abre (open) rapido (fast)
Both of us jumped in our pants like disturbed squirrels. Kyle threw a blanket over himself and extinguished his joint, but the smell of course remained. One more bang nearly landed on my face when I swung the door wide open. I stood eye in eye with two uniformed men.
-Si senores (yes gentlemen?)
-Gringito?
-Yo? (I ?) No.
I looked over my shoulder and they looked with me and saw the bundle under the sheets.
-He is, I said. - Can we come in? He said in reasonable English. He looked like some colonel and the other like his captain. Inspeccion de turistas (inspection of tourists), the man in clean ironed uniform said.
-Adelante (come in) I said.
-You were smoking pot?
He asked smilingly nearly accusing me of a crime that I hadn't committed.
The smell was dominating the whole room.
-No, sir, we had a friend over here who smoked.
-Is he sleeping?
-Yes.
-Is he your son?
-Yes, sir.
-Mmmmhhh. Why don't you wake him up for us?
I went and shook Kyle roughly over his head, but no reaction.
-Kyle, get out of your bed, come on we got guests who want to speak to you.
Nothing happened and the guys didn't take no for an answer.
-Despiertale teniente (Wake him up, Lieutenant), he said to his companion.
-Gringito, the man said bending over and pushed Kyle on his back.
The young lieutenant had an amazingly well developed butt. I could see that when he stood curbed over Kyle. The tight pants of his uniform that held his half moons so well exposed made my cock throb a little bit.
Kyle had to be stoned, he didn't utter a word.
-Gringito despierta, and a stronger push, nearly had him against the wall.
-Caramba, Teniente quitalo las frazadas (dammit, get the blankets off him)
Colonels orders were executed having Kyle exposed to all of us with his knees pulled up at his chest like a foetus. His eyelashes wavered a bit, he was awake, sure. His half naked body summoned the interest of the colonel; both men looked at each other with a mutual interest.
-Hermoso (gorgeous no?), no?
-Si, mi colonel (yes, my colonel).
-Get up Gringito, we like to see whether you are the son of your father.
Kyle was not gone totally and could still see who he had in front of him, but a few puffs more and he would have had a hard time to coordinate his movements. He walked around Kyle like he was inspecting one of his recruits.
-A beautiful back, nice round shoulders, fairly hairless, your chest could use some work out, Gringito. What about your legs, your thighs, how good a soldier would you make?
Get those pants down, immediately.
-Pants down, mi lindo (my pretty head).
Kyle followed orders.
-I cannot sir, I have no briefs on.
-How ridiculous, I don't care, get them down or...
He looked fast at his companion and both exchanged some meaningful looks which made Kyle and I all the more less confident of the legality of this visit and inspection.
-Pues, senor (of course, sir), he said, and Kyle shoved his baggy jeans down to his ankles which showed his meagre hairy thighs.
He held his hands in front of his genitals, like a little kid who is caught naked. He stood there in all his glory, without any underwear, his curly pubic hair young as down.
-You are not too much into sports, I can see, Gringito, have you served your country?
-No sir, I don't like armies.
-You don't? You are lucky you were not born here and under my command at the barracks. Even my other recruits were skinnier in the first year. The freshmen were under nourished as most of our Indians. But they get lean and strong like boys at the gym. Smooth behind you have, but kind of skinny too.
I wanted to interfere at this point, but I thought it was too risky, so I shut up.
-You have a girlfriend?
-No sir.
-Why not...at your age...of
-Twenty, sir (he was lying, took off like four years, I don't know why).
-Very strange, here in Peru we fuck girls when we are thirteen. Are you a maricon?
-What sir?
-Are you gay, I whispered softly.
-No, sir, Kyle said firmly.
The lieutenant in the mean time walked around Kyle's bed in search of something; don't know what and I couldn't do a thing, because in these countries with a dictatorial history I wasn't too much of a hero when I met one of those soldiers. The colonel was pretty sure of the situation and the lieutenant did what was expected of him. The colonel stopped behind Kyle's back, didn't move a limb, looked back at me and asked:
-Your son, yes?
-Yes , sir, I said less sure of myself and he noticed it.
He continued pacing around Kyle like a hungry cat; his hands were itching to touch Kyle. What was he waiting for?
-Remove your hands, Gringito.
-But sir, I protest, this has nothing to do with tourism...
-Shut up, the man barked at Kyle like he gave a military order.
-You are in my country and I have many contacts here, you have no idea where you are and what I can do here. Get those hands of your COCK.
Kyle looked at me and I nodded. His hands fell next to his hips.
-Es un Judio teniente (he is a Jew lieutenant). Que lindo hermoso carajo (what a gorgeous cock).
Kyle got nervous, so did I. He looked at me for help. He noticed my anxiety glanced at my crotch and asked:
-Are you Jewish too?
-No, Gringito is Jewish through his mother.
-Where is she?
-She passed away last year.
-I am sorry.
He just smiled and let his eyes fall on Kyle's chest. I saw how he stole glances on his nipples.
-Tenente, hs visto este carajo? Has visto alguna cosa tan largo ancho de un hombre blanco en tu vida? (lieutenant, have you ever seen something so big and long of a white man, in your life?)
-No, mi colonel, the lieutenant smiled back.
-Tocalo (touch it)
-Senor?
-Si. Adelante (go ahead)
The lieutenant grabbed Kyle's manhood and held it like that upright pointing towards the colonel. Instantly Kyle's cock began to transform like an uncoiling snake. The warmth of the soldiers hand had woken it up, or was it Kyle's thoughts that did the trick? They were both mesmerized looking at his powerful organ. Kyle began feeling less nervous and winked at me.
-Mira, come crece (look how it grows).
-You are not gay, gringito?
-No sir.
-Liar, you are, why you enjoy then my man taking your cock in his hand.
-I don't know sir, it is...I don't
-Enough...just look at yourself, your bodies has goose pimples; your cock is growing twice its size. Leave him teniente, look around here if you find some more proof of this maricon.
You are maricon too, sir? He asked me in a taunting manner.
-No senor.
He opened a drawer of Kyle's night table and found Kyle's pipe with pot.
-A friend's pipe, huh, I tried.
-Comandante, the lieutenant shouted interrupted...Mire (look).
He had Kyle's red string between his thumb and index finger hanging like some piece of dirt.
- Y eso (and this) he said: he kicked a pot of Vaseline from under the bed.
-Ya sabemos todo (now we know all), the colonel beamed.
-You are not homosexuals?
-No sir...I insisted knowing that I was losing the battle on my own ground.
-Really? And who puts the ads in the paper, him or you?
-What ads, sir?
He said nothing, just looked straight into my eyes.
-You say that Gringito is Jewish in your ad...
- I like to see your carajo (dick) too, you hear me?
-Yes sir.
- Your pants down too.
-Me, sir?
-Yes, who else?
-But I am not...
-A whore? Pants down, before I call the cops on you.
I unbuckled them fast, and I stood naked as well in no time. My long foreskin drooped over my gland.
-You his dad, with a little sausage like that and a skin the size of my hand? You must be joking. Ok, now you will see how we take your son. First you put on this red string and then my lieutenant will ride you in your mouth while I go and take my pleasure with this pretty Jewish boy.
The colonel crouched and took his long heavy fat cut cock in his hands and looked at it in different angles. Kyle couldn't help the fast growing of his cock being manhandled with so much affection. The lieutenant was holding the balls, weighing them, cupping them, pulling the long hairs that hung from it. The lieutenant came over to my face as soon as I had the string over my butt. I must have looked ridiculous at my age with this tiny thing on. But I had no time to think. A dark brown colored cock, the size of Kyle's lay on my tongue already and grooved itself in and out, the balls rubbing my chin. I nearly gagged, but the guy squeezed my mouth together with force.
-Suck, he grunted, suck all Gringo.
Kyle lay prostrate on the bed, the colonel grinding his behind with unmistakable attitude of a conqueror. He began to slap his buttocks that turned red instantly. He must have seen some of those macho American Gay videos, I am sure.
-Look daddy how I ride your son, nice?
I nodded with my eyes, just like Kyle did before to me. Kyle grunted a few times, but surely felt nothing because of his grass. Now with slow hauls the colonel changed the pace of the fucking, pulled at Kyle's hair and slapped his sides.
-Ok Gringito give me your cum in my mouth, give me your long snake and make it hard.
Kyle got over the muscular body, placed the heavy erected cock nicely on his palate and shoved it in. While he did this, the colonel got his index moving into his anus, wriggling it deep and pulling it sideways and in ways. Kyle couldn't stand it, his face had all the contortions you could imagine, and he was a true martyr for my cause. He put in two and three and four fingers. The lieutenant came with his Indian cock and balls hanging over the colonel's sucking face and ripped Kyle's , mouth open, got his own dick in and raised hell in that motherfucking angelic face opening. Kyle had it all, the lieutenant heaved and bounced, the round ball sac was hairless like any skin of an Indian, the saliva was leaking down Kyle's chin; occasionally he looked from the corner of his right eye at me. He seemed to want to curse me. But the lieutenant was only a lieutenant and had to obey the highest order, I saw him clenching his teeth and tossing his had backwards, bucking his hips deeper into Kyle's throat.
-Enough, the colonel barked again. I want to fuck this Gringito once and for all. Get on your knees, you lieutenant let your dick go at his dad's.
-Si mi senor, he said as if he was obeying an ordinary order in the barracks.
-Suck, he said to me and hauled my neck all the way down in front of his leaking cock.
The gland was firm meat, beating like a heart ripped out of a sacrificial body. It didn't look that mean at the time and willingly I began my task, lapping the rubber hard brownish cock head. The taste surprised me, nothing salty or bitter, but sweet instead and he didn't mouth hole me violently but with passion. I was on my knees and could overlook how Kyle's butt got savage by the cold hearted boss. Kyle moaned like an old bitch, the colonel's took his time, slowly he wiggled it in and then stepped up the speed and went back to slow gear. He got his nipples firmly in the fleshy tweezers, that's when Kyle moaned more and louder. It turned me on and certainly the lieutenant felt that, because I sucked harder on his gland and gobbled up the ball sac as well.
-Ooooh Ooooooh, he squealed.
It was when he finally shot that he held my head close to his groin, I nearly suffocated.
-Lick it all, you gringo, he ordered, all you hear, I have the best sperm.
Kyle got filled up just soon after me, the colonel bit him in the back between the shoulder blades, which made Kyle buck like a bull. That did it and the colonel shot and spasmed all around his body. The men got off us and we thought we had seen the last of them.
-OK, the colonel spoke while getting into his uniform. Gringito must mount you.
-No sir, please, he is too big, I can mount him but he not me.
-Just what I thought, the colonel said, you are his pimp, not his dad and you rent him out, I would like to see how the whore rides the pimp, don't you lieutenant?
-Si, mi colonel, con mucho gusto (with pleasure) the lieutenant replied.
Kyle smiled victoriously, he always had wanted to ride my ass and I never let him.
-Get on all your fours, you big Gringo.
Kyle rubbed a big wad of Vaseline over his long taut stud cock and I was waiting like a lamb to be sacrificed for the gentlemen's pleasure. Kyle stabbed my tired body with jabs while looking at the colonel.
-Good, Gringito, stronger and harder, take him with all your force.
While he said this he crouched and fingering Kyle's backdoor again, this turned on Kyle very much and he poked harder into me. Then the colonel left him and stood in front of me and dropped his cock in my mouth. I began panting like a dog.
The lieutenant was ordered to sit on my back pulling my ears and cheeks, poking fun at me. He reached for my cock from my right side and rubbed it really rough, pinched my cock head and played with my balls until I finally shot into the colonel's mouth. As I shot I felt the warm liquid spray my insides. A loud blurt from Kyle finished the session. We got all dressed in silence. It was midnight. They didn't pay a thing for Kyle they only said:
`We will be back', hasta luego (see you later).
I remember it was the Holy week and I was reading the Sunday Paper. I had given Kyle leave. One must invest some love in what one owns if it is to remain fruitful. Antonio was out too and I was glad, because for the last week he had been begging me to have a go at Juan and I for some reason still had not rented out the boy to anyone. By ten in the night I switched off the light, ready to into dreamland. It was dead silent and we had a full moon watching over the patio, when a knock on my door disrupted that silence. Who could that be at this hour? I was half awake and it took some time before I realized it could be another customer.
-Senor Robin? A voice shouted.
-Si, si, espere (yes, wait), I replied leaping out of my bed.
I always locked the door and while I was turning the key in the lock the man gave the door a beating with both hands, impatient as he was. He was alone, I mean the colonel, dressed in plain clothes.
-Where is Gringito?
-Today he is not here, mi colonel.
- I need him now, where is he, does he have a cell phone?
-No, sir, he is off duty.
-Carajo, don't play with me or I will have you in jail in a minute. I began to tremble and my lips quivered with fear.
He noticed that and took advantage of it.
-I can have five men over here and have them fuck you in and out, where is the son of bitch?
-I tell you the truth sir, he is out and usually he comes back very late in the morning totally stoned.
-RRrright! He said, clenching his teeth.
-Then maybe you should serve me and quench my inner thirst.
He came closer and drew his lips near mine.
-Kiss me, make me horny, pimp.
As he said this he had his hand like a clam over my crotch.
-Nice pyjamas, I like the feel of it.
He had my flaccid cock flattened with anger. I stuck out my tongue and he sucked on it immediately. He said no more, he went about his business kissing me intensely, his fingers spreading and going all around my package, feeling up my balls, going back to my cock which was hard by now. Then both hands moved to the back of my body, exploring the edges of my firm buttocks, plucking at my hair that covered them.
-Yeesss, he slurred, you are not that bad for your age...now move to the wall, sir Robin, with your chest glued to it.
Like a cop he spread my legs apart with his one foot. I heard him search for his own cock, the rustling of the zipper, and the sighing of an overheated man not knowing how to control his lust. It was getting me an alterate state of anticipation.
-I am going to ride your hole once again, Robin, you know my cock is very hard and big, yes?
-Yes sir...I answered too unsure of myself, preparing myself for another humiliation.
The damp leaking cock touched the beginning of my anus; I felt how it kind of hesitantly tried to find the entry. I contracted my anus various times and I nearly wanted to shit, just the thought of someone penetrating, I nearly went berserk. Kyle got my entrails inside out last time and I couldn't even let out a cry. I didn't want to give them that pleasure. He used no liquid, but pure brutal lust of a savage military, which had no clue how to fuck men. So, in order not to feel pain, I though I had better collaborate and pushed my butt backwards so that he could enter more easily. Then he got hold of my cock again and began to rough it. I think his cock head was in halfway when he began to jerk me off vigorously. Then with another fervent push I felt like a spear entering my dignity.
-Move it carajo, move that body, I am pinning you on my pride.
I didn't enjoy it, but moved as he said. I never thought that at my age I would have somebody cleaning out my anus with so much lust. He had not undressed at all, his cock was fucking me from his pants.
-Robin, Robin, I heard someone shout.
Damn it was Juan. What did he want at this time of the day? I had totally forgotten about him. The colonel froze right there up my ass. His hand kept hold of my rod, though.
-Who is this? He hissed irritatedly.
-A young boy sir.
-You know him, it seems. Answer him.
-What do you want Juan?
-I have a headache, do you have an aspirin?
-Say, yes, and let him come in.
-Yes, Juan.
The colonel slid out of my crack, sipped up his fly and hid behind the door in the dark. I got my pants up and opened up the door.
-Oh, Juanito, what is the problem so late, too many worries?
-I don't know.
-Come inside, Juan.
The light was still off and the only thing I lit up was a candle.
-Stay here by the candle; let me give you something to drink.
As Juan walked in, the colonel closed the door. Juan had no idea, didn't even look back when the door closed. I didn't say a thing, too afraid that later the colonel would punish me for it. But barely had Juan swallowed his aspirin when the colonel said.
-Buenas noches, Juan, como anda? (How are you doing)
Juan nearly had a heart attack from hearing his voice.
It was so eerie, just candle light and neither him nor I wanted to switch it on.
Juan was sexier than ever this night. He wore a very white vest through which you could see his nipples making nano mountains. He wore Calvin Klein white underwear. Yes, I don't know why he had been so bold to come over in his briefs, but after all he was living next door and no one was here but me. Had he intended to come and seduce me, had he thought he would have sex, in other words, with the full moon night full on, was he horny just like the colonel?
-Que precioso angel eres, Juanito (what a precious angel you are, little Juan).
I couldn't see the Colonel's body well in the dark, but I presumed it would not take long before he would lay his hands on him.
-Gracias, senor, Juan replied politely. Ahora voy a dormir (I am going to bed now) con permiso (excuse me)
-Pienso que no, angelito (I don't think so my angel)
-Tio esta con hambre de ti (uncle is dying for you).
He looked at me just like Kyle with those sheep eyes who know they were going to be sacrificed.
-I think this will be your first host, Juan and for everything there is a start, there is never a time set for it too happens, one must be ready and serve.
Juan nodded.
-So, you speak English with the Gringo? Is he your daddy?
-No sir, he takes care of me.
-I think so; the colonel said and looked at me. I saw his mean eyes glimmer in the dark.
Now, Robin, you didn't tell me you had two young studs, I think I'll dismiss you from further action; this one will do as a replacement for Gringito. You can switch on the light and see how your angelito Juan will sell his services to me.
-Let's use Kyle's bed, he said to Juan and both moved over hand in hand to his cot.
-You hear, Juan, I said while taking a seat on my bed, you must serve the gentleman well.
-Yes, Robin, I will.
Juan got sitting on Kyle's bed and the colonel took place between the boy's legs. First thing he did was undo his belt followed by fly tugged down. The colonel had very old-fashioned briefs on, his buttocks were well pronounced and stood out from his broad back. Juan proceeded in unfolding his skills of undressing a man. The briefs descended to the man's knees and Juan's mouth found his cock. The sucking of it drove me nuts, I only saw the back of the man, god How I wanted to have come close and see better. I coughed a bit and got up. I don't know what took me to be so bold, but Juan sucking a man was to strong for me not to go and look at it. Maybe the colonel wouldn't mind, after all why did he have sex with lights on and so in front of me?
I got up and took a seat on the night table.
-At last, the colonel quipped, I though you were not interested in sex. Look how the boy sucks me, isn't he adorable?
-Yes, absolutely, sir.
-Have you fucked him?
-No, sir, never.
-I don't believe you.
-Really, I was still to train him.
Juan sucked on while looking at me with questioning eyes like: Am I doing it good?
-I nodded.
He beamed even though he had that monster cock up his throat.
-Ok, angelito, not too much, now I like to see your moon face.
-Moon face?
-Your rear end, your behind, Juanito.
Juan got up got on his back and the colonel peeled off the briefs.
He was indeed adorable, his bum was too. The colonel switched off the light in a whimsical thought and lighted the candle.
-I like some romance with this kid, he joked.
He took the candle and brought it near Juan's asshole. The flame was shining on his half globes and made them look like boiled eggs.
You are ssoooo beautiful, to me, can't you see, he sang in a whisper and kissed the boys love portal.
-You hold the candle while I take him, be careful not to drip on his cock or on my head or back, but you light him where you can.
The vest had landed next to the bed and the rest followed suit. The colonel aimed at Juan's lovely entrance. He cracked him open like new Beaujolais with a crunch and howling like a wolf.
-I am in , I am in, I have a virgin on my skewer, siiiiiiiiiiiiii, mi amor.
Juan moaned and moaned and asked many times for him to stop, I held his hand and told him that he was brave and that he would be all right soon. The muscular colonel didn't let go and rammed his fat cock inside like a bull. His tongue twirled over the boys nipples and when he moaned too much he sealed his mouth with a long French kiss calling him:
-mi amor,mi angelito.
It lasted for ages, I though, I couldn't help getting hard and began to help out my throbbing gristle in greasing its skin. As the tempo of the clashing of the two bodies increased I got myself in third gear and squirted heaps of cum on Juan's body which I lovingly rubbed into his skin. The colonel didn't mind, he was reaching the final stage of his unloading which ended up in uncontrolled jerkings of his loins a shuddering and arching body, then pulling out quickly and force his cock into Juan's quivering lips.
-Eat it all, Juan, it is all yours, he whispered while he caressed him over the head.
Juan smiled proudly at both of us while he drank the colonel's juice. He was a proud contribution to my new stall of boys. The colonel made it clear, before he left, that he would come often to see Juan, Kyle was still on his mind, but no so much as in the beginning I had the impression.
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