Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 20:02:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: My life as a whoring student part 15

I knew I was not alone; there were more than twenty boys here in this
house, but where were the rooms and how to get in touch with them without
Riad interfering?

The little boy had turned me on so much I was thinking of him every
minute. I must admit that Luck was becoming a fading memory. God only knew
we would meet again. Would we? Weeks had gone by and hadn't heard from
Abdul or his Luc's half brother.

Was it wishful thinking? I thought of my mother when one night an envelope
was posted under my door. I ran for it and grabbed it, starved as I was for
news from someone. I tore it up and found a small note in a very childish
scribbling.

`Dear Alex', it said. How are you doing? Do you remember me or think of me
still. Do you remember my big dick in your tight pussy? How I long for it,
every night I pull my cock, because I don't find a boy like you
anymore. The police are raiding all boys' bars in Brussels because they
think there is boy prostitution network, so these days we have to keep low
profile.

I have become stronger and more muscular because I work out every day, of
course in the hope to get close to the nice bodies. Sometimes schoolboys
come here with the schoolteacher, but I have seen quite a few nice butts in
the showers afterwards. But really no one came close to yours.

You are so far away in Torremolinos. Abdul is a bastard he took all the
money he got from selling you and went back to Turkey and opened a boy
brothel in Izmir in Kurdistan. They are so hot there. I wanted to use the
money to heal my half brother of aids. The medicine is costly, but even so
he is still wanted very much by the gays in Berlin. Some fuck him with
condom; others who don't give a shit about him go without and use him as
much as they can. Some even get a kick out of fucking a boy with aids.

In summer I will travel to my fatherland but before that I will surprise
you. Hang in there, I am sure it is not all that bad too be the most wanted
boy of a brothel. How many tourists have fucked your neat tight arsy? Just
wait for me and my huge Turkish dick.

Oh, by the way... I wasted or your dad, the bastard deserved and you wanted
me to do this anyway, remember? No body knows yet, his body is somewhere
thrown in the Dender river.

Many kisses on your small but lovely dick

Your big brother who dreams of you every night with his cock in his hand.'

I was in total shock. I felt my throat pounding from heart. Yes, I hated my
father, but killing him?  How did this letter get here? He must have
someone in here who tells him everything about me. I had to sit down for a
minute, I couldn't believe it, and this had to sink in. We were at the end
of June. Most Moroccans and Turks go back to see their families in June,
July and August.

Did I understand what he said? Would I see him soon, here in my room? I
read the letter again and realized it made me randy, because I realized
that this crook wanted me so badly and was going to rape me once
more. `cause that what he does, he doesn't make love to me, he just uses
me, fucks me like if I am his hole he loves to fill at any time he needs.

I heard a stampede in front of my door followed by a rattling of too many
keys. A big bang on it and it flew open.

-Yes, he is awake, the man who stood in the doorway said.  -Bring the boy
in quick!

A thin Negro boy walked into my room. He was about ten years old I
guessed. He was shy and stood there trembling next to my bed, barefooted
and wearing a Lycra Bermuda with holes in it.

-We found this boy in Ceuta. He is a boat refugee from Tangiers. Totally
naked we found him hiding for the Spanish patrol cops. Utterly scared of us
we had to sedate him like a wild safari animal and carry him over here in
the midst of the night. We thought he looked neater in this tight
Bermudas. You see Chocolate, I want you to train him, I know you miss your
friend Luc a lot and so we think you deserve some company. After all we are
not the monsters you think we are. Besides you are nearly fifteen and must
be lonely in the night sometime. There ain't much room for another bed so
he will have to sleep with you. I suppose that wouldn't be a problem for
you, no? He does not understand a word of Spanish; I think he is a Berber
boy. And ahm, my name is Lars, but you call me boss.

I looked at who was talking...A tall Scandinavian who looked like Dolf
Lundgren, whom I had never seen before.

-By the way, one small detail you should know. I am the new owner of this
place. Riad got arrested for drugs and was deported from the country. As
for your new room mate...you do what you please with him; consider him your
sex toy. Have a nice night and fun!

Having said that the guy turned his back to me and the door slammed behind
him and got locked.

The boy stood still on the same spot. I took his chin in my hand and looked
into his eyes. I couldn't believe it, I was nearly fifteen and owner ten
year old slave. I would have to teach him at least a bit of English or my
broken Spanish. I pulled him over in-between my legs. I smiled at him
trying to break the ice. But he remained cold and aloof; his eyes didn't
return any kindness. He had round and firm shoulders, his nipples a tickle
pinkish with a dash of magenta sprayed over it. My room wasn't exactly a
cozy place or too hot in temperature, but he was still trembling. It was
fear, I thought. I brought my hand down from his left shoulder to his hips
and remained there, gradually moving my fingers near his rear end. His
eyelashes wavered. He wanted to look down and follow my hand but I stopped
his head short from doing that.

-No, I firmly said and pinched just above his left buttock as a kind of
slap on the fingers.

He veered his head right back staring into my eyes. They squinted and
stared coldly into mine. My hand moved further down while the other rested
on his solar plexus.

-You slave, I said sternly. And I pushed him down on his knees.

-Up, I ordered and pulled him up again from underneath his armpits.

-Down, I ordered once more and pushed him down again.

-Up and down, I said now helping move up and get down.

Then I told him without helping and he did exactly what was asked of him.

-Pants, I barked and pulled at his lycras.

-Pants down, I barked.

He shook his head.

-Pants down, I repeated.

I noticed that at his crotch it was getting wet. He was pissing in his
bloody Bermudas.

-Down, I said again.

He finally got them down and looked at his leaking thin penis. I realized I
couldn't be his master; I wasn't cut out for this. In a compassionate mood
I flung my arms around him and pressed him on my chest and kissed him on
the forehead.

-Come on, I beckoned him. Let's go to sleep.

I made sign of sleeping by putting my hands together against my cheek, and
he smiled and snuggled under my bed sheets with him. What was to become of
me, I had no clue myself, and at least I wasn't alone anymore. The boy must
have had a terrible journey and all alone in this mean world without dad or
mum...I know how that feels.

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