Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 15:40:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student life part 16

My life as a whoring student part 16                             by Aihu Fist

He was shivering in my arms and slowly stroked his back from the neck down
to his tailbone. He shivered more. I placed my hand on his brow and I felt
he had fever.

-Shhhh, I whispered in his ear. My lips got to stay there glued against the
soft shell. He smelled like a boy, moreover he smelled like a faraway
country, a country as mysterious and incomprehensible as the boy who lay as
a black Lamb of God in my arms. His butt sat silently in my lap, my cock
was so hard it was unheard of. He must have felt it sticking up against his
buns, but he didn't move. My hand descended to his nose bridge over his
eyelids, which I closed gently and proceeded to the tip of his nose and
down to his fat lips. My fingers sealed them. I wanted to feel the wetness
of his mouth inside. With a little inching towards his teeth I met with
fierce resistance.

-Open up, I whispered, let me feel your mouth. I repeated the request three
times.

My fingers remained there, my thumb tried to push his chin down to get him
to open his little trap. My cock was getting harder. It was stronger than
myself; the tail was wagging the dog I was. I sure wanted to move in there,
but I withheld, I needed to rein it in. His buns were so hot...the fever
had come down to his most private parts and guess what...he seemed to
ignore it. One finger got in-between his front teeth and pried them
open. He brought his tongue out on which you could fry an egg. I touched
the tip of his tongue and held it for a second and let go. I put four
fingers flat on his tongue and shoved them in as far as I could. Then
`wham' it went and jammed his sharp teeth on all of them.

I withdrew instantly. It had hurt. I slammed my left arm around him,
squeezed him real tight and said: Bad boy! Bad boy! Why you did this?

I turned him around so he could face me. It was pitch dark in the room, I
only saw the white of his eyes. My wet fingers lay there as a barrier
between his chest and mine. As if they had liked it they crawled back to
his wet orifice to which my tiny mouth spoke: -open up!

They opened his mouth, this time without resistance. His tongue came out by
itself without a sound. My other hand reached his soft pelvis from which it
was only a small jump to his right buttock. I moved closer using my nose to
smell his lubricated pointy muscle. The smell from his mouth made me dizzy,
the minute I got closer to my desire. Now it was me trembling
slightly. Then finally I hit his tongue with my lips. I sucked on it and
swallowed his saliva. I would get sick too, but I couldn't care less. I
wanted him so badly. My cock thrilled savagely against my navel. Two strong
little hands pushed me back instantly; I nearly fell out of the bed from
the other end. But agile as I was I grabbed his leg and lunged back to the
little bastard.  What a nerve!


I had lost my patience, maybe after all he needed to be trained, and
otherwise he would suffer a lot in the hands of the clients who would not
put up with such behavior from none of the whore boys.

Maybe he was ill, indeed, but that was no excuse for him for pushing me out
of the bed. I was but making love to him in the kindest way possible.

I glued my lips tight to his mouth and pushed my tongue through and kissed
him like I had not done before. He had no time to breath but through his
nostrils. My hands sought ways to keep him pressed against me. My hips made
independent moves poking my dick against his small nut bag. He still
resisted but didn't dare to bit my tongue or push me away. My thoughts went
to how wild horses get tamed in rodeos. It was something similar only we
were humans. The longer I kissed and poked the lesser the fight against
me. Gradually I felt his tongue take me in and return sucking and
whirling. His tiny body relaxed and gave in. I had buried my dick
underneath his scrotum and was reaching his love hole. My precum was
wetting it nicely. My cock was like fifteen centimeters long and about five
in circumference. He actually started riding it more than I was plugging
him. Then I pushed his back so that his nipples had to touch my chest
too. Still sucking and scraping away at his tongue with mine, I began to
speed up the rhythm got to rub against this prostate. It was so smooth,
smoother than Luc had ever had felt.

-Good boy, good boy, I said.

I released his wild tongue and commanded with a voice hoarse of excitement
: -Down, down.

I had no problem pushing his head down to my groin. He moved like plastic
blow-up doll. In a minute I had his rubbery lips pressed against my balls.

He sure needed no explanation because he started to lap like a newborn
puppy. I nearly jolted from the bed when he took my balls in his between
his blood-filled lips.  I threw the sheets on the floor and got him to lie
on his back. Stuck my dick into his gigantic mouth and ordered the next
move for him:

-Suck me.

-Moose? He asked and showed a fist to his mouth.

-Yes, moose, I ordered.

It must have meant suck in Arabic. Now I was learning his language, maybe
that was a better deal.

-Chalouf (pig), he replied with a disgusting face and added: Leh! (no!)

He shook his head: -Leh, he repeated.

-Leh, huh? I asked. We'll see about that.

I grabbed his pretty head by the hair, which was very curly and said:

Moose, moose, moose!!!

I screamed at him: - Mooooooooooose!

The boy froze, I could feel the goose bumps allover his skin.

He said no more gobbled up my cock and was set at work. I heaved with
pleasure and rode him like young bull.

He didn't gag; he took it all in and said no more. I nearly came but I
didn't want to. This was now or never. This was where he had to find out
who was the master in this room and if he wanted to spend his life with me
here he would have to know that I was in charge and not he.

I flopped my hard-on out of his boy's mouth and told him to turn around.

He remained on his back.

-TURN... (I grabbed his hipbone and rolled him onto his tummy in one swing)
AROUND, I barked.

He wanted to get back on his butt but I had him pinned down. I swiftly
approached his cheek and give him a smack of a kiss.

-Bueno chico (good boy), I said, and gave one more kiss.

-Leh, leh (no no), chalouf enti (you pig), he barked with his young
voice. Again he tried to get up.

-Ceuta, Ceuta, leh, leh, he kept saying with a nearly sob in his throat.

In the mean time I was lubricating my cock with K-y.

-My name is not Ceuta, I told him.

What the hell was he talking about and why that city place where he was
picked up?

His hand was over his bum preventing me from getting in.

-Leh, leh, Ceuta, he whispered nearly begging and put his other hand over
it too. He had his main entrance totally shut off for me. Damn, I
understood, they must have raped the boy in Ceuta. I could understand
that. I had been raped too many a times and not so long ago.

-Don't worry, I said and put my finger over his lips.  -Shhhhhhhh, I
whispered. I will do it slowly and you will see it doesn't have to hurt at
all. I will make you forget about those bastards who did it to you.

He said no more and seemed to have understood that he was no party against
me. As if he prepared himself for the worst to come, he buried his face in
the pillow and lowered his hands to his sides. This was the green light for
me I supposes. Now his cheeks were mine. I parted them soft and gently and
rubbed some K-y into his sweaty anus. He sighed, not really convinced that
it was good. But his buttocks weren't taut or stiff at all. I knew he had
given in. He was ready for me and my grand rod. I placed it, wet with the
jelly from gland to root, and made my move. God he was tight, but he worked
along with it. He truly did, because when I had the whole head buried in,
he used his hands to separate the fleshy globes of his own to make it
easier on me and less hurtful for him.

-Bueno, bueno chico, I said and I kissed him in the nape of his neck, I was
really grateful for his collaboration. He smelled so good. His hair had
been oiled, I dug my nose in it and enjoyed the natural perfume of it. I
waltzed my cock into his hole like professional. We were one and though we
had a tough language barrier we were in perfect unison. His one had grabbed
for my balls and caressed them eagerly now. I kept on moving further. We
said no word in the pitch dark, his long inner tube had taken hold of me
and I felt the fever penetrating my own penis. But I didn't let go. We
could hear the suction and flesh colliding with every move we made. Then
finally I couldn't keep it up any longer and let my semen shoot as far as I
could. I deflated like a balloon and brought my body closer to his, the
sweat sealed our first lovemaking. Silently I withdrew and fell on my
side. He remained on his tummy, heaving and sighing mixed with short
sobs. He turned on his back with a thud on the mattress. His head spun
looking for my shoulder.

-Choukran habibi (thank you friend), he whispered and kissed my shoulder.


I grabbed the bed sheet from the floor, covered ourselves with it and went
to sleep.

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