Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 18:25:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle, the closet queen from Miami part 7

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I kept Antonio in limbo for another week or so before I let him mount my
sweet Juan. I had been able to divert Juan's attention for Kyle by the
simple fact of telling him the truth about Kyle. There was no one on the
patio who could overhear us. Antonio was out of town, Kyle with a customer
and five rooms empty. All of them soon or later would have to yield its
investment with Juan or a newcomer and Kyle. I thought of turning them into
special rooms. The trick was to find new gringos or Peruvians bold enough
to accept the deal like I had offered Juan. One thing was a universal
truth. All men like the anal way, all the women I met complained of the
men's interest to fuck a female up the ass.


-Kyle is a whore, Juan. You ought to know that he has opened up his arse
for so many men including me. I was shocked when I found out he had lied to
me about his past. He cannot even tell me how many cocks he sucked since he
reached his sixteenth birthday, and god knows if that is the truth, maybe
he started way earlier this whore business.

Juan had tears in his eyes, just listening to this gruesome truth that was
like slapping into his ears.

-Has Kyle fucked you in this past week, I mean after I fucked you? Up here?

I said this so to remember him that I took him first and that he was mine
now.

When I asked this I touched Juan on his left buttock, and just to feel his
bottom on one side, even in a tight pair of jeans, send the shivers through
my spine. He didn't even withdraw from me. I don't know why. Is it because
he got bed and board from me, or does he actually like me even though I
could be his dad. Am I attractive or is he too shy?

-He tried.

-He tried?

-Yes Robin, he tried to get me in his bed when you were out with Antonio.

-And what did you do?


-I sucked his cock only and he asked me to lick his ass too.

-Did you do it?

-A little bit only.

That means all the way, I thought. I moved Juan to his room and walked in
with him.

-Nice room, Juan, you really made it very cosy for yourself and I am sure
all customers feel at home in boy's room like that. Nowhere female pin-ups
to be seen; just movie stars and karatekas.  You even use some incense to
cheer it up. He blushed with these compliments.  Juan, listen up. You have
been here a week and you spent your days in idleness. You roam the streets,
go to school and all that, but it is time for you to start paying for your
stay here.

-I have no money, Robin, you know that, he said with a whimper.

-Come here, sweetie.

I placed my hand in his neck and pulled him near my left armpit.

-Sniff this wild scent. What do you like best; the perfume of a manly arm
pit or the sweet sandal wood from Indian joss sticks??

My armpit was wet with my sweat; I had just been working out and hadn't
taken a shower.

-Your perfume Robin, really, it is so strong, real manly.

-Then the choice is made.

-What choice, Robin?

-You will be a perfect host for my friends in this hostel. I receive
colonels and even a priest or two and some distinguished gringos in the
near future. This hostel will be turned into a four star hotel and I will
offer them good room service. Since you like man sweat, I am sure you will
be the best host, for all of them are real men.

I felt he still had no idea what I meant, but he would find out soon. As he
stood there still with his nose in my armpit, I began to caress him. I took
his face in my hands and looked him deep in the eyes. His Indian look, the
way his hair fell over his brow and covered those dark eyebrows and heavy
eyelashes had me kissing him without too much thought put into it. He gave
all of himself, he had his eyes closed in total devotion.  It was hot and
dry outside; the sun shone but never gave warmth, only sunburn. I felt the
same, I would never give him warmth, he had missed when he was a kid, but I
would give him burning heat up his ass and mouth, for as much as he
wanted. We lingered in kissing; he couldn't have enough of it.  I rolled up
his T-shirt and swung it over his head. His nipples stood out from the dark
tanned Indian body, absolutely hairless. He was waiting for my next move.

-Now Juan, here is where your job as a host starts. Think of me as one and
do your best to make me feel at home in your room.

He looked puzzled again and said:

-I have no beer in the house or any wine, what can I do, Robin?

-Silly boy, I said a bit irritated at his slow pace of understanding.

-They will want to drink your wine, but first you drink theirs.

Having said this I drew his hand to my crotch to the zipper and pulled it
down still holding his hand into mine. Instantly he looked down at my
crotch and looked back at my face.

-Do it, Juan, just say nothing but do it.

Juan sank on his knees to unbutton my trousers, brought them to my ankles,
nestled his fingers in my briefs and brought out what needed to see the
light. My short stump of cock was easy to put in his mouth and he seemed to
like it. His cheeks leapt away on both sides of his face as I poked
around. My ball sac was crumpled up by the cold in the room which made it
easy for him to gobble up with my cock. I was in him with all I had and he
sucked and lapped. His face was apple round with his eyes staring up my
navel. I went into second gear now, but he didn't give up.

-Good Juan, you will be a fine host.

He just nodded happily. As we heated up, the room seemed to become warmer
too and we undid ourselves of all we had on. It was a pleasure to see Juan
wearing the red string I bought for him. The mouth job was making him tired
so I stopped for a bit.

-Juan, go an lay on the bed please. Lift your legs in the air and hold them
with your hands neatly over your head.

He was such a bunny, I imagined him with long ears and whiskers. His string
came off like nothing. I sniffed at it and said:

- This one will be for me to keep, I will buy you another. It is just too
much of your scent I want to keep with me.

He smiled proudly.  My lips touched the ribbed fleshy curtain that would
soon open up at my command. It needed a bit of lubricating though. The
point of my excited oral muscle was counting all the ribs in there and with
each touch, Juan nearly came to an orgasm.

-Easy, sweetie, you have to learn how to control yourself.

Now my tongue got stuck right into the rose's entrance, wiggling, wagging
to get in.
 I bobbed up and down over his dark brown Andenean cock and felt how he was
near to shooting it all in me, the Cancabur volcano would not wait to
explode, it had not been dormant for so long and it didn't take too long to
produce ever hotter magma. Then wham it hit me kilometres way down my
throat and over my swelling tongue. God it tasted like first class
caviar. He relaxed, got accustomed to me and its intruder, but still very
sensitive, though. I got my head up and dragged my loins close to these
trembling buttocks. My hands kept them separate, my thumbs pressed deep
into the brown glutens.

-Are you ready to receive the host, Juan?

He said nothing just nodded and as I touched the bud with my purple gland
he bit his lower lip. He wasn't really broken yet, even though I had nailed
him last time which was his first time. I needed to have someone bigger and
broader for him to loose his tightness. But Kyle, no way, his was long but
not broad and fat. Antonio? No way, I will let him; first I need to have
his house in the jungle^Åon paper. That's what went through my mind when I
was already pumping very hard. Juan gave no cry away, he wanted to be
brave.

-Maybe I should call you Braveheart^ÅCorazon Valiente, I laughed.

-Why, Robin?

-Because you are not moaning. You must moan a bit, give the host the
impression that he is the first one, that he is opening you.

I gave him another push which was answered with his thighs, clasping my
head. Yes, he had lowered his feet over my shoulders.  My stumpy was
jolting and letting me know it wanted more of this cake. So I flung Juan on
his tummy, wrung my arms around his butt and began the long desired ride
from another angle.

-Huh, huh, he went like I had instructed him. And then huuuuuuuuu ooo
aaaaaghg huuuuushshshshshhshshh.

Yes the ride was long but pleasant both for him and me. Finally I came in
squirts with a loud panting sigh and shocking hip movements like an old
train coming to a stop.

The sweat from my chest hair dripped over his face. He lay there like a
conquered angel, widespread legs; a youthful smile ran over his lips like a
ripple on a disturbed lake. The pebble in the lake had been me. He would
never be the same after other pebbles would be thrown into it. The peace
and quiet of it had been taken by me. But it would remain my lake.

-Robin?

Yes?

-I love you.

-Really?

My heart broke, because I knew he meant it and I didn't.

Now, you know how to pay me, I said. Just be a good host to all my friends.

-Your friends are my friends, Juan replied like a choirboy.

I went for my clothes.

-Don't go yet, Robin. Let me look at your body.

I couldn't believe I had such a pearl in my hand and I was going to give it
away to others. I felt guilty, very guilty. For some reason, Kyle would
enjoy the brunt of my ire with myself. I would pound his ass as if I wanted
to punish Juan for being so nice to me. I couldn't stand people who were
nice to me. I kissed Juan on his nipples and before I knew we lay entwined
on his bed for another few hours until it got dark.

-Juan? Juan? I heard.

I jolted out of Juan's arms.

-It's Kyle, don't answer him, Juan whispered.


-It's ok, let him go and then I go to see him. Goodnight Juan.  -´night,
Robin.


Kyle was in the room when I got to see him. We had our own key, so I
surprised him when he was getting undressed.

-Couldn't you knock first, Robin?

-Come on Kyle, don't play this sissy record. I know your butt inside out
and I cannot come in because you stand in your undies? By the way you look
so sexy, what happened to you, did you eat more recently of are you working
out?

-Woking out from what? How many soles do I get from you, asshole, he
smiled.

-Yes you are right, I said, I am an asshole.

As I said this I grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the wall next to the
door. I pressed my crotch into his white undies and pushed real hard.

-What's up Robin?

-I am sexually active, Gringito. How long ago was it since I rode this fine
ass?

Instantly he shoved the undies down and giggled.

-It's all yours, boss, go ahead. I haven't had one since last week.

I looked down at his Jewish globes, but got turned off with the sight of
renewed hair growth.

-Yuck, Kyle, I told you have to maintain the lawn down here to a minimum.
Get the soap and razorblade, quick.

I released his wrists and Kyle hopped to the sink, dumped himself on my bed
with his tummy down under.

-Go ahead butt barber, he giggled, I am all yours.

My ire disappeared and turned into glee. I wasn't going to fuck him
violently but with love this time.

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