Date: Thu, 11 May 2006 08:41:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle, the closet queen from Miami

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He was totally fucked up, a spoiled brat who thought he would change the
world with the money he earned by cheating on the internet, Selling
self-made websites and then telling people they were worth thousands of
dollars. And greedy-for-money people snapped them up. He laughed in his
fist, with big Fernandel teeth. Only two month ago we met at my exhibition
in Cuzco. He was handsome, gorgeous boy of twenty three years old. His
curly hair, broad lips and long eyelashes blew me away. He was thin, rather
slender, and at times unshaven.

Having been ill prepared for South America, he soon found in me a kind of
father figure. He adored my paintings and kept staring at them, analyzing
them one by one. They were very erotic in content and I think he was
fascinated by the penises he saw in my work, but didn't dare to tell.
Instead he went on the psychology tour, trying to find out who I really was
actually. Weeks went by; I showed him the city and interpreted for him when
he needed to buy some souvenirs.

To cut a long story short, he was ignorant but loaded with money and
lonely. After two weeks he moved into my room in the same guest house in
the city of Cuzco. We had each a bed in a room three meter by three. He had
passed sleepless nights in his own guest house where Argentineans made
noise till wee hours in the morning. My new roommate whose names was Kyle,
was truly happy to have found me, but he remained aloof in terms of
physicality. It seemed somewhere or somehow he had been traumatized in his
young life.

-Don't get into my space; he used to say when I spoke close to his mouth.

The distance being only a hand from his face was enough for him to freak
out.

-What's wrong with you, Kyle? I mean you are very handsome not to say that
you could be a fashion model.

-Don't tell me that, I am not interested in beauty. In Miami I had all the
gays running after me, they are so persistent and wouldn't leave me
alone. It is so annoying when people get so close to me, and you have this
way of breathing out so loudly, I hate that.

Those were the first signs of some kind of overreacting to getting close as
friends and a sign of insecurity. As weeks passed by we grew closer and
closer but the barriers of getting physically closer was not even to be
mentioned. Then he came home with a girl that I stupidly had introduced to
him. Twice he locked me out of my own room to fuck her. I got mad and told
him so.

-Just because you are not sexually active anymore I should not bring a girl
to my bed?

It was a time of tense debates way in the night about sex beauty and the
more I argued the more he steered a way form me. He smoked too much
marihuana and even had me smoking some. Those hours we got close again and
during my trip I saw him even more like an angel but with a diabolic
soul. He taunted me when he could and I told him how I felt aroused when
under influence of Marihuana. I had these fantasies of getting into his bed
and rip the clothes of him. How many times did I have to bite my tongue
when I saw him undressing and get in bed in his Calvin Klein underwear?

-Robin, look the other way, he said, I have to piss in my bottle- we had
plastic bottles to pee in, because we were both too lazy to run to the
toilet outside in the cold.

The piss sinking into his bottle made me hornier everyday. It was worse
when he told me of his adventures with girls who were virgins and couldn't
get his dick in he said. One month had passed by, I had introduced him to
taking his first trip into San Pedro, a hallucinogenic cactus plants, used
by shamans of the Andes. I was blown away when in that trip he wanted to
hold my hand and told me: Robin without you I will degenerate, you must
take care of me.

-I will I said, like my own son, I will.

  People who saw us together always asked me whether I was his father or he
my son. We got used to it. But when he was sober he freaked out many a
times when they asked me where we were going together.

-To a disco, I said.

-God they must be thinking we are a gay couple, Kyle told me worried.

Then one night, when he came back to the room and I was already in bed, I
pretended to sleep. He stumbled like a drunk from one corner of his bed to
another. Was he drunk, stoned or both?

-Robin, are you awake?

I didn't reply, breathed deeply to fake a sound sleep.

-Robin?



I heard him throw his clothes on the floor; we had no wardrobe or anything
to keep our clothes in. His pants and shirt fell soundless at his
feet. Then the sound of a vest getting over his head made me open up one
eye. I was dark; he couldn't see anything of it. I saw his hairy chest
getting a ray of light form the full moon shining through the thin
curtains.

-Robin, are you awake?

I gave no kick.

-Oh, shit, he said and walked over to me. I'll give it anyway to you, he
murmured.

To my surprise he rolled his Calvin's down to his knees and I faced a
dangling cock and balls before my eyes that which stood like two tiny slits
next to my nose. He slightly bent his knees and got his cock near my lips.

-Lick my dick, Robin, lick it you faggot.

I did nothing just look his flaccid member that was nearly dancing on the
tip of my nose.

He grabbed it with his left hand and pushed on my lips held tightly
together.

-Come on Robin, I know you like it. His hand went through my hair. Come on
daddy, suck your son's dick, I am too hot and the bitches didn't let me
into their pussy.

He threw the blankets off my body.

-Oh, my god, you are naked, you motherfucker, you sleep naked.

His left hand went over my arm down to my right buttock and shone his
flashlight on my groin, then on my face.

-Damn, this cock doesn't want to ride your mouth, I shouldn't have smoked
and drunk, I heard him speak to himself.

He got the blankets and sheets back over me and went off to his own
bed. But I was awake now and horny as hell. So, Kyle, if he could would
have fucked me probably? I will pay him back, I thought. Kyle got in his
own bed and didn't even cover himself; he was completely comatose, if you
asked me. I got up silently on my toes and walked over to him.

-Here I am Kyle, I whispered in his ear. Daddy is here to take care of you,
I will help you to overcome your fear of gays, I will.

I flung myself just behind his butt and lay my arm over his chest and held
him close. He didn't realize a thing, he was gone. But I wasn't, my cock
stood hard pushing against his soft butt. My hand played with his chest
hair.

-Com on sweetie, let daddy strip down those briefs of yours.

My fingers already sat behind the elastic band and pulled the Klein down,
centimeter by centimeter. I moved in my hand completely and searched for
his crack with my index, while all the time no reaction, and not even a
shiver from his warm body.

-Oh, I nearly spunked, but the best part still had to come, I thought.

-Easy old man, easy, I spoke to myself.

 Kyle had called me during the row over that girl had called me an old man
and not sexually active. He would soon find out what that meant. I started
nibbling at his earlobe while my finger played with his puckered anus.  I
had enough of those briefs, so I rushed them down to his ankles. His crack
was so hairy, I hated it. So I crept out of bed found my shaving tools and
some wet soap. I began to soap in the buns and his crack and ran the
Gillette softly sliding over the whole surface of this young male's exposed
ass. I got so excited doing this, it drove nearly nuts. Now I could slide
my hardened impatient rod up against it. No stubbles, smooth like a boiled
egg, they felt. My arm over his chest went looking for his flaccid cock and
balls. Yes, they were there all right, soft like a lemon pie.

The thing was to get in him. I grabbed the wet soap again and pushed it in
his crack a few times and rubbed it over my dick.

-We are ready, sonny? I am here for you, would be nice if you'd wake up,
but then you too wouldn't wait till I woke up, no?

I smiled and moved in with a push and as shove. The feeling was awesome, he
was tight and clean. My dick got squeezed so much it started juicing drops
of the first bits of cum. But his dick remained soft like a sponge. I got
him down on his tummy so I could move in faster. My breathing went heavier
and stronger, I let it out in his ears and neck, and I chewed at his angel
hair. My balls clutched inside like mad, I withdrew and got to sniff his
arse, spreading his legs, feeling him up and pulling his cock and balls
from underneath. Hey there seemed to be a bit of life in that cock when I
licked it. The more I lapped it up the stronger it became until suddenly I
heard:

-Mmmmmm

He was getting alive...Quickly I pushed my cock up his arse and plowed him
thoroughly.

His head jerked upward and said:

-Ooooooooohhh, Robin...what are you doing?

-I am riding you, son of a bitch, I am sexually active you see and I can
get in you, though you are a virgin.

I pushed his head into his pillow having said that and push harder home.

-How do you feel, son?

-It feels great, dad, he chuckled.

-Ok, then I go on a bit harder on you. I slapped his buttocks.

-Yeah, I shouted, yeah, what a rodeo I got on you, son!! Ok, tossing time.

I turned him rapidly on his back and got myself over to his chest.

-Take this sexual inactive cock in your mouth and shut up, just bob your
head to and fro.

Kyle said nothing and sucked me off like it was an ice cream.

-Good, I think you have done this before, don't you?

-Yes, dad, in Miami.

-You pretended to be that virgin?

-I pretended, he laughed. But I was the toast of the city there.

-How come, you are so tight then?

-I never let them fuck me, I only sucked cock.

-So, I am deflowering you?

-Yep, dad.

-Ok, then take some more in that gorgeous trap of yours.

He had the best tongue that ever played on my toll, no biting of teeth, but
a large thin muscle, slinging itself around and around until I shot like
ten times against his palate painting it white. He swallowed and ate like a
pro. I fell flat over his face, my paunch suffocating him.

-Get off me...

-On one condition, son. You will never fuck anyone but me and no more
girls, you hear.

-Yes dad, he giggled, on one condition...next time it is me who will take
your cherry when you sleep.

-Deal, I said and groped his cock with my eager trap and sucked him till he
spunked allover me.

Thereafter we snuggled into each others arms and loved each other for as
long as we lay in bed. The moon laid a white sheet of light over us.



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