Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2015 21:09:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Aihu Fist Subject: I DREW BLOOD I DREW BLOOD by AIHU FIST When will you fuck me in my virgin ass? Kyle wrote to me. I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was exactly what he had written in the header of his e-mail. It had taken him exactly seven years to actually come up with this offer. A magical number. It was an offer alright. My first thought was: is he still a virgin? How can I check it out? Unless I had the medical tools I would never find out. My dick grew hard as I imagined him being examined by a specialist or forensic doctors, who can see from the anus folds whether he had ever been penetrated. I grew even harder when I thought I could be that doctor and that my only medical probing tool I had was the one that was the one that was now finding an exit from my jeans. We had arranged a meeting in Lima where he lived. He was not the same kid I had met 7 years ago. He had grown a beard which I told him to shave off. I would only fuck him if he shaved it all, which included his anus, armpits, and pubic hair. "Hi," he said clumsily, when he shook my hand. "Hi," I answered. "Did you do what I asked you?" "Yes, you want to see it?" "Where? Here in the park? Are you mad?" The park was empty; it was 6 am. Except for a few street sweepers not even the usual stray cats or dogs were out. The sky as usual was a dull grey. "Nobody will see anything. I used to sleep here in my sleeping bag, when I still had one and when I was homeless." His smiled his typical conspiratorial line on his face. He looked left and right in a shifty way over his shoulders. Then made a move which I had not been prepared for. I gasped. "Are you hard already?" He had his hand on my crotch squeezing my package. "Not if you squeeze that hard. Do you want to break my nuts?" "Gosh, you are bigger than I imagined. Is it natural?" "Of course, idiot, what do you think? I put a dildo in my pants?" "It's that mine is much smaller. I wrote you that a couple of times in an e-mail. I want one like yours, so how do I get one like yours?" "You can't, you have it or you don't." "You are lying, because I saw pumps and such, on the Net, and they say that if you pull very hard every day, it will get longer." He kept his hand on my package and had managed to get me hard. "Maybe if you suck me every day, mine will grow and grow and one day I will be bigger that you here." "Maybe," I retorted." But right now we are looking quite silly, standing here. Are there any CCTV cameras keeping an eye on us?" I asked a little concerned. "Don't worry, Fred, the guys know me. The cops who patrol here, like me, sometimes I had to pay them off for sleeping out here." "That's outrageous, Kyle. How much did they charge you?" "A couple of blowjobs only, as I have no money. They are quite horny bastards, you know. But Peruvians love being sucked off by gringos." "They might have filmed it on camera," I said mockingly. "I think so too, and maybe they got us on film now while we are talking, do you realise?" Instantly I looked around to see if I could find a camera. "I was joking," Kyle said. "But maybe you like to get on your knees and suck me off here and now?" He gave me another squeeze down there where I was aching for a release. "Back off Kyle, don't be so envious. I can't help it that yours is the size of a toffee." "You could move in with me, Fred, my place is as big as our room we had in Cuzco. Now I have a king-size bed, which I found on a container last year." "How do you pay for the rent." "None of your worries, mate. I want us to become real pals in bed. I have been a fool to make fun of you when I was with this girl Soledad. She was one bit of Soledad, I can tell you that. She only wanted to get pregnant and never wanted to suck me off. I wanted to fuck her in the ass, because I heard how many Peruvian men do like to have anal intercourse. How gravely mistaken I was, to discard you like an old rag. I mean, I was a fool for ignoring you and wanting to bed a female instead. I suppose I was quite insecure and all, and I wanted to prove myself to women. I did not want to see myself as a faggot like you are, err, sorry, the gay you are. But not only that...I threw away the opportunity to experiment with gay sex. My cock might have been bigger, larger, by now. I wasted seven years. You are right, it looks much bigger now that I have shaved of my pubic hair. It sort of disappeared in it. However Soledad never complained about the size. I adore everything about you., though. You literally got the balls, a big cock and you are cocky too. Not only do I want you badly in me, I want you all over me." "Kyle, I thought that if you shaved it all off, you would look like a baby, and babies have no big cocks, but little willies, so you wouldn't have to be ashamed. You may be an adult, but you still look and act like a child." "So, what do you say?" "What?" "To move in with me? I know you are dirt poor, like I once was. I heard from friends how lonely you are and in poor health." "Lies, Kyle, who are those friends, anyway? I have no friends but one, and he is far from here." "Fred, you camp out in a tent every night by the river Ajo in Nazca. You once wrote to me. Have you forgotten? He was right, he had me by the balls. I had no income at all, and my passport had expired. I was actually in danger, babbling here with him. If cops did come around and asked me my papers, they would bust me and deport me after having put me in jail first. Like Kyle, I was playing a game. I was not going to give in to this lame kid. Who, from the beginning, had wanted me to dance to his tunes. I had shamanic powers and he always wanted to be one like me. Now he wanted to bed a shaman and repent for his sins. "First, show me you have really shaved it down there." "OK, Kyle said. Here behind that palm tree where no one sees us." He zipped down his fly, and said: "Feel it." I hesitated but he grabbed my hand and led it to the fly. "Oh my god, Kyle, you are so smooth here, even your balls feel like soft peaches. You may have a small dick, but your balls are huge!" "Thank you, mate," he said proudly. "Do you like them?" "Yes, I do. Is the rest done too?" "I told you so, you believe me now?" "Kyle, I am impressed. The first time you actually did what I told you to do. Maybe there is still some hope for you." My cock had swelled and extended in size and length; in the distance I heard a car moving at high speed. We both looked startled. "Cops?" "No, Kyle, chuckled. "Probably friends." "Let's move quickly, Kyle, we don't want to be caught." I removed my hand and he zipped up his fly. Then we walked fast toward the exit of the park. Dogs barked. Damn! A cop stood by the entrance. We pretended we had nothing to hide. "Hola Kyle," one cop spoke. "Tu amiga?" He asked pointing to me. "Si," Kyle piped. "Amigo," I corrected the cop. "No problem, sir," he said and winked at Kyle who smiled back at him. Kyle was not frightened at all. "Papers, señor." "They are at the hotel, sir." "You must have your ID on you all the time, in Peru," the cop spoke. I was cornered and he knew it. I looked at Kyle and his eyes sparkled. "This time you are off the hook, Kyle," the cop said. "But your friend, unfortunately, is not,." "I know," Kyle answered. "Please don't hurt him, Juan." "Your place, Kyle?" Kyle nodded and looked at me a little guilty. "We have a free ride to my place, Fred. Juan will take us there, isn't that nice? I didn't know what to think, my Spanish was not as polished as Kyle's who had been living in Peru for the past eight years without ever going back to the USA. What I feared was that I was caught in a rat trap. They seemed to be jolly good friends and had known each other for a long time. Juan and Kyle...what was the relationship? In the car Kyle yapped away with Juan about women in whom I was not interested anyway. I hadn't been laid for ages, I was aching for a boy. Why had I procrastinated so much? "Juan, is a very nice cop, thanks to him I got a roof over my head. He helped me to get the mattress there." "But why Kyle?" The cop looked in the car's retrovisor, saw my face and winked at me. He could have fined and jailed me, it hammered in my head, but he didn't. What was the catch here? "You are such a sweetie, Fred. You have worried all your life, haven't you? Just like me. We are brothers in heart and soul, I know it. " I turned my face away from him. "Don't worry, he doesn't understand a word of English." I looked back at him and then focussed on his crotch. "Your fly is open." "Oh, it's the zipper, Fred. It always does that." "Kinda practical, no? I snapped. "You could suck me off, right now. It must be open for a reason." "Yeah, I retorted, coincidence doesn't exist. Nothing happens for no reason, huh? You really are mad." The car stopped, and we got out. We were somewhere what looked like a slum area. "You live here, Kyle?" "Yep, ain't it nice? Look at the colourful houses." As a painter I couldn't disagree with that. I loved Peru for its colours. The scenery, the architecture, the colourful people and her cuisine. However, The boys here were my favourite target. The copper coloured skins of mestizo and Indians alike. So, why was I here with a white skinned American? Kyle brought out his key, opened the door and in we were. All three of us. A huge matrimonial mattress lay on the tiled floor. A chair stood in a corner, next to a doorway without a door. Instead it had a curtain of beads on strings all the way to the ground. The cop didn't waste time. "Amigo," he said, "baja tu pantalon" I looked at Kyle. "Take your jeans off, Kyle translated. "Why?" I uttered. "Do you have any money to pay for the fine, do you have proof of your passport? "No, I don't. Is this a set-up Kyle? "Don't be crazy, mate. How could I have planned this?" The cop followed or conversation with dancing eyebrows. He seemed amused by our twittering back and forth. The cop unbuckled his belt and holster with gun. Next he unbuttoned his fly. He smiled and ordered once more: "Eso o plata, amigo (this or money). I froze on the spot. "Come on Fred, you are used to it. How many times have you been fucked by someone?" "So, this friend of yours wants my ass, that's all right?" "Yes, is it that bad a deal?" "And what about you? You are going to be fucked too?" "No, I would have been, if he had found me alone. Now, he saw you and got turned on by your looks and your package. By the way your long hair is a giveaway. Men here don't have long hair, unless you are a druggie or a hippie." "And you are going to watch it?" "If you don't mind. I can learn so much from your performance." "What is behind that curtain?" "The bathroom." "You can go in there and wait, no?" "Oh, Fred, don't act so childish. You are a pro. I can feel it, you are a teacher, a wise traveller. My friend will get very hard when he knows he's being watched by me. Juan was tired of waiting and shouted: "Ya! carajo, ahora" (now). He grabbed my face and snarled: "bajate el pantalon! (trousers!)" His eyes sent shiver through my spine. This guy was not be joked around with. His eyes spat fire at me. His hands jerked my jeans below my butt. Then gave me a shove in the back. "Al colchon!" (on the mattress) I went down on all fours, leaning on elbows and knees. My underpants came down as fast as my jeans. "Oh wow," I heard Kyle gasping. I looked at him twisting my neck. "You will regret this, Kyle" I snarled. "Why, what have I done?" "You know" "Callate, (shut up)" the cop snapped at me. "I forgot to tell you, Fred, that Juan's is huge, far bigger than yours. He is going to rip you apart. I didn't want to tell you, because, you would have been scared shitless in the car." Juan came around and got his cock out in front of my mouth. "Chupame, (suck me)." "He wants you to lubricate his Latino pene." This was a cock as huge and fat as cucumber. I could not believe I was going to have this up my ass. "Don't test his patience too much. He is friendly, but he can also be mean. I can tell you all about it. "So, you are not a virgin, you liar." I spat. "How would I have gotten you here if I had not told you I was?" "CALLANSE (SHUT UP YOUR MOUTHS)," Juan yelled, and rammed his dick in my mouth. I sucked hard, I was better at giving head than at lending my ass to rapists. Juan's rod inflated steadily, until he was satisfied with it. He didn't want to come yet. He pushed my head to the floor, so my ass stuck out higher than my head. Not a word was said between the three of us. Gestures, grunts, moans, gasps, sighs had replaced language. The cop seemed to know what he was doing when he handcuffed my hands on my back. With my right cheek flat on the floor I had little way of moving. His moisted the cockhead and rubbed it at at my soggy anus wrinkles. Fortunately, Kyle had convinced him to use olive oil on his dick. I gritted my teeth when the probing, the searching for an opening started. Then, wham, he moved in, without trepidations. The shaft widened the sphincter steadily. Next he pushed a little harder, and harder. Grabbing my arse cheeks with his gorilla paws. Yes he was a big burly man, with a might cock that would not let go off me for the next half hour. I started crying, because he did what Kyle described so well, he ripped me apart. At times he paused and got hold of my balls which he rolled in his one hand through my thighs. He pulled the sac down in a sadistic way. I closed my eyes and cringed, not uttering a sound. I thought of Lawrence of Arabia and how he was torn apart and spanked, all the way up in the ass by the cops. Then his cock found its way back and in my sore ass. "Open your eyes...and mouth," Kyle said. I looked up and there sat Kyle naked without hair on the pubes, jostling with his willie. It looked so attractive and cute. Tears came down my cheeks. Despite those tears I smiled and opened my mouth. "He ordered me to mouth fuck you," Kyle stammered. I sucked his gorgeous little dick, and though of all the little ones I once had deep throating me, from Morocco to Thailand, Amsterdam and Rio de Janeiro. I aroused me so much, that I sucked harder and harder and pushed my ass back up so I could swallow the entire length of that fat cock. Kyle moaned am rammed faster too. "Oh, that really feels good, Al." "Siiiiii, Juan sighed while he squirted all he got. He got up from behind me and pushed Kyle away, who was about to release his load. "Damn, you, he yelped at Juan, who didn't understand or even hear him. His cock was all red with...blood!! So, he literally ripped my anus to pieces? He brought his dick over my face and then between my lips and on my sore tongue. I tasted my own blood from my ass. I gagged, he paused, I gagged, he paused, he shoved it to the hilt and shot once more a huge wad of sperm way down and it was very palatable. Then he was done and pushed Kyle back in his place. "Siga no mas! (Just continue)," he spoke. Kyle was half as hard as when he was pumping me. I got hard just watching this little boy's dick grow. "Give it to me, Kyle, quickly, I will eat all you have" "You will, Fred, really? Oh you are so sweet. I knew you would do it." "I will lick your ass too, if it is smoothly shaven, as you said." "OK. Kyle, piped." He turned around and offered me his anus, in the same positions as I sat. Leaning on elbows and ass in the air. It sure was clean and beautiful to look at. As pinkish and soft as the petals of a rose. "Que linda pareja (What a cute couple)," Juan commented while masturbating himself. Then Kyle turned around with hand on his dicky and jizzed all over my face. Juan pointed his mobile to it and made all the memorable pictures. "I have always dreamed of this moment, Fred," Kyle whispered in my ear. "I bet you have." I retorted. Juan had taken pictures of my ass, my face, me sucking Kyle's ass and dick, and also of his bloody dick and my bleeding ass. "Para los amigos (for the friends)", he said. He removed the handcuffs, helped me on my feet and then kissed me on the mouth taking my breath away. While I was getting a shower, I snooped from behind the curtains and saw how Juan frenchkissed Kyle. Then he pushed a piece of paper in Kyle's open fly. "Para el alquiler (for the rent)", I heard him whisper. I didn't know what that meant, but I was adamant I was going to find out soon. Then he came over to the bathroom, stuck his head between the beads and said. "Hasta la vista, amigita (see you later little girlfriend)." I couldn't get clean enough, I thought. I soaped in my cavities several times. I gargled and spat it all out. Then carefully I touched my anus and looked at the blood on my fingers and cried. I sobbed hard, which fortunately could not be heard through the noise the water made. The bastard had fucked me up badly. I had lost my virginity. I swear to god that I never have never had any anal intercourse in my life. Why did Kyle think I had? Kyle had zipped up his jeans and saw blood where I had stood on all fours. He crouched and rubbed a finger in the blood which was still moist, and tasted it. "Mmm, nice, I wish I had more of it." The trail of blood had followed me all the way to the bathroom. I had been unaware of my drippings. "Are you OK?" Kyle shouted. "Yes, yes, I am, don't worry. I am nearly finished." "OK. Don't worry, Fred, take your time." He threw a towel at me when I came out of the bathroom. I looked at the floor and saw the blood stains that were mine and I was horrified by it. "Oh, you look great," Kyle piped. I was not much of a man anymore, I felt humiliated and used. Kyle definitely had the upper hand in this. "Did you enjoy Juan?" I looked up and said nothing. "What? You didn't?" "What did he put in your fly?" "Oh, you saw that, didn't ya?" "What was it? I insisted." "Oh, that was Juan's kindness after I made him happy." "Happy?" "Yes!" "Open your fly, Kyle." "Easy, bro, easy, nothing to get worked up about it. Remember, you have a new home. We can live together and make money." I hooked my fingers in his jeans and zipped his fly open and found a 100 bucks. "For the rent." Kyle said. "Or a pay-off, to shut you up?" "Actually, yes." "Or did you sell my ass to him." "Don't be silly, Fred. I would never do that. He could have fined us both and taken us to the cops's station, couldn't he?" Blood trickled down my thigh and fell on the floor. Kyle saw it and looked intensely at me. "Did it hurt?" "Yes, I sobbed." "Let me have a look at it." I bent over and parted my butt cheeks. "It is still bleeding a bit, Fred. Poor you. Hold on, I will clean it out for you." "With what?" I asked "With love,"Kyle spoke. The next thing I felt was so amazingly painful and agonising and at the same time I enjoyed a thorough surge of arousal that came with it. "Kyle, what are you doing to me?" "I am drinking your blood, bro, with my tongue. You like it?" "Yesssss, I do, go on, just go on with it." Kyle had a very pointed long tongue appropriate in cauterising the wound. I couldn't help being angry with him, though. He had lured me to his place with the promise I could fuck his virgin ass, and it was mine instead that got fucked. I was hard again because of his licking my anus. God, he did it well. Slowly the pains evaporated and the bleeding stopped. I was exhausted and fell asleep on the big mattress. I dreamed of the cops chasing me because I couldn't produce a passport. They stripped me naked and fondled me in public. Everyone laughed at me, in that dream. My ass was bleeding again and I lost litres of it. It gushed out of my ass like a waterfall. Passerbies took pictures of it with their mobiles. Tourists wanted to pose with me. The cops took pictures again and again. Then a dog put his snout up my rear and licked my anus. His tail wagged violently. More dogs appeared. One took me cock in his mouth and chewed on it. Then suddenly, I realised it was a dream when I woke up and saw Kyle sucking my dick. "Sorry, Fred, I couldn't resist." "You vile swine," I shouted. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, jumped on him and pinned him on his chest. He was naked too, so it was easy to find my way to his crack. "Nooooo, Please, brother, not this way. It is going to hurt. I am not ready yet!!!" "Shut up, you moaning bitch. I think it is payback time." I slid my hand under balls from behind and dragged the sack with full force to me. Next I grabbed his wiener and squeezed it so hard, he began to cry. A wad of phlegm in my hand was the next move. I yanked his head back by his hair and plunged my dick with full gravity of a dagger into that crevice, which led me to his shaved hole. I pumped and pumped, I was going to make him bleed too. We were going to be blood brothers for life. "One, two, three,"...I counted the stabbing in and out of his virgin rat hole. "You like it, you mean rat?" "Noooo, please stop it, " he cried. "Stop wailing, Kyle, you asked for it, I am not finished, yet." At last I drew blood, I rejoiced. What a sight to see my dick red hot and bloody to the hilt of my shaft. I ploughed on and on. I rode him like a jockey on speed. Then the explosion came, I saw stars and sparkles in my head, I contracted and shivered. Spasm which I felt through my entire body drove me mad. I pulled out after I ejaculated and rubbed my bloody dick on the small of his back. Then I turned him around and showed him my throbbing tool. "Open, your mouth, Kyle. You are going to taste your own blood which I have drawn out of your ass. Then we are quits." Kyle did not need any more encouragements. His eyes dilated as if he were stoned and gobbled up my dick with blood and all and sucked it like a lollypop. "Now you are no virgin anymore, Kyle" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ donate to niifty.org thanks Aihu Fist