The Flight
by: justjames17

(© 2009 by the author)

 

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Chris was holidaying in South America enjoying sabbatical in the tropical climate; after traveling through Central America he crossed the isthmus via the Panama Canal and made his way through Panama on into Columbia through Ecuador and down to Peru. He found the people were very accommodating and friendly to say the least.

Chris had many adventures meeting handsome Latino lads and men on his travels and he had had many memorable nights of pleasure during his travels so far. The bronzed fit bodies of the native inhabitants were a delight to lie with and the sex was mind blowing by the time he reached Lima he was ready for a rest. He'd booked into the Sheraton Lima, a modern 19 floor hotel with a casino, the hotel's vehicle met him at the airport and transferred him to the hotel where he entered the lobby astounded by the huge open atrium that reached to the top floor with the rooms surrounding it on all sides.

Chris checked in and followed the handsome young bell boy to the lift which whisked them up to the 14th floor where they made their way to his room, the lad unlocked the door then wheeled the luggage inside and showed Chris where everything was. Chris tipped the lad who beamed his thanks at the large tip saying, "If there is anything you need sir, anything at all, my name is Roberto and I'll be glad to be of service."

Chris shook the lad's smooth but strong hand and looked into his dark eyes as he smiled and said, " Thank you Roberto, but tonight I just wish to sleep. I'm very tired, it's been a very long tiring day but maybe tomorrow you can bring my breakfast up to me?"

Roberto thanked Chris and looking disappointed he turned and left the room, Chris stripped off and headed to the shower where he enjoyed a relaxing time washing off the perspiration and soothing his tired fit body. He paid particular attention to his crotch and arse then having washed thoroughly he turned off the shower and dried off with a huge fluffy white towel with the hotel's name emblazoned on it. Chris headed to the huge bed and flopped naked on the bedspread under the slow turning ceiling fan and soon was sound asleep. As he slept he dreamed of some of the adventures he'd experienced with those hot-blooded males he'd met so far. His penis awoke even though he slept, it grew harder and stiffer pointing up his flat furry belly towards his face as it throbbed and jerked under its own volition.

Morning found Chris still asleep but fully aroused as Roberto tapped on the door bearing his breakfast, no answer the lad opened the door and stepped inside, he looked at the bed and saw Chris naked and aroused. The lad licked his full sensuous lips as he placed the tray on the table before stripping fully and moving quietly across to the bed; his erection wagging side to side like a pup's tail. He leant down placing his hands on the bed and brought his handsome swarthy face to Chris's erection, pre cum had been oozing from the bloated knob and a small pool filled Chris's navel. Roberto licked up the sweet essence and relished the taste before he opened his mouth and slid his tongue under the hard stiff shaft lifting the cock up before taking it inside his warm wet mouth. Chris stirred and his hand moved up off the bed as if to grope himself but instead his hand moved up onto the lad's face where his big boner was stretching his smooth flesh obscenely.

Roberto gulped on the huge throbbing muscle gradually swallowing it deep into his gullet where he swallowed working his throat muscles on the excited tool. Chris arched up thrusting hard, his pubes grinding into the stretched soft lips wrapped about his pole as he grasped the lad's head in his powerful hands holding him in place and forcing him down as he felt the lad's tongue caressing his thick shaft. Roberto gurgled and drooled onto the wiry pubes and the large wrinkled sack pressed to his nose and chin as he gulped trying to breath. Chris pulled the youth's face up sliding the long prong from his silky incredible tight throat; the fat hot shaft glistened with juices as it popped noisily from Roberto's clinging lips. The lad moaned his discontent at the loss but Chris pulled him down onto his torso and their lips pressed together in a sultry kiss.

Roberto's tongue slid into Chris's mouth lashing about in frenzy as the snogged hotly, Chris's tongue wrapped about it and they writhed together in a soup of saliva. Breaking apart gasping for breath the two lay there, their hot sweaty bodies in full contact, straining erections rubbing together almost hot enough to start a fire. Roberto broke the kiss and pushed himself up onto his haunches his bare buttocks resting against Chris's stiffy as he reached behind himself to clutch it and stroke it. Chris moaned his pleasure, "Ooooh that feels awesome, jack me."

Roberto began squeezing and jerking the huge muscle slimy with the man's juices leaking from the crimson drooling knob, he rubbed the leaking glans on his twitching ring moistening and lubricating the flexible muscle. The desire to feel the man inside his body overruled common sense, he lifted up while tightly holding the rampant erection in his grasp before centering it and pushing down against the spongy cock head. The knob breeched his defenses and Roberto flinched, his breath hissed through clenched teeth as the burning pain seared his sensitive sphincter. Once impaled he halted gasping, sweat poured from his smooth body and scrunched up face as pain soared through him and his sphincter clenched and squeezed that swollen hot intrusive visitor.

The lad soon craved more and pressed down his tight ring rolling on the heavy prick as it stretched him gradually filling his rectum and insinuating the engorged prong deep into his bowels, he arched his back yelping loudly as the hot hardness surged up stuffing him fully. Chris thrust his hips upwards driving his cock into that molten hot clinging flesh; the lad's bowels shuddered and caressed his prick driving him insane with desires. He reached up grasping Roberto's hard little nipples and tugging them out stretching the flesh as he pinched and twisted those sexy nubs with his fingers. The lad wailed and squirmed his rectum squiggling on the hot horn sending jolts of pleasure through Chris's body that exploded in the man's overwrought brain.

The initial shock subsided and Roberto began rising and falling on that slippery schlong causing it to fill then empty his hungry bowels, Chris's moans filled the room along with the lad's gasping grunts as he rooted himself savagely bouncing up and down like a yoyo. Chris couldn't contain himself, gritting his teeth he tried to stop ejaculating but the gyrating flesh encompassing his incredibly hard cock was dragging him over the precipice. A strangled grunting groan issued from his contorted mouth as he exploded deep inside Roberto's constricting hole as the lad's penis spurted loads of hot sperm all over their heaving sweaty torsos.

They both collapsed back n the bed arms and legs splayed out, from above it could have been a huge double headed arachnid on the bed, their panting gasps filled the room as they slowly came down together, cream oozed from the lad's bruised puffy stretched hole as Chris's cock slowly deflated. The thick dick slipped wetly from the gaping muscle followed by a spurt of sperm that shot out to smear on the man's thigh. Roberto turned his sweaty red face to Chris's and the lad kissed the man, "Thanks Chris that was the best ever."

Chris felt a surge of pride at the lad's words then he said, "You really mean that babes or do you say that to all the guys?"

Roberto kissed him again then ran his tongue across Chris's sweat wet throat licking up his salty perspiration, "No I mean it, you were fantastic."

Chris kissed the lad and hugged the naked lad pulling him tight against his body reveling in the eel of their hot flesh pressed together, they lay there too satiated to move, their breathing gentle and in unison. They dozed pressed together until Roberto suddenly jerked and gasped, "Oh I must get back to work before they come looking for me and your breakfast will be cold by now."

Chris caressed the lad's face gently and said, "Don't worry I'll tell them I kept you here talking about where I should go sightseeing."

Roberto shuffled to the bathroom and emptied out his bowels before quickly cleaning himself with a towel then he hurriedly dressed and gave Chris a fast French kiss before dashing off. Chris lay there stroking his flaccid dick thinking of how hot Roberto was and hoping they could spend more time together. He finally staggered from the bed and sat naked while he ate his cold breakfast, after eating he showered and pulled on a silky pair of red satin running shorts and a tight t-shirt as he looked at himself in the full length mirror, "Not too bad for a man my age." He thought as he sucked in his tummy and puffed out his chest posing and smiling to himself.

He still felt the aftereffects of the wild sex so he flopped on the unmade bed and snuggled up to a pillow curling about it as he thought of how cuddly Roberto was. He lay there day dreaming when there was a tapping on the door and it opened allowing Roberto to enter, the lad was there to remove the dishes. He looked at Chris nd instantly groped himself through the tight black uniform pants as Chris stirred and rolled onto his back exposing his again aroused tool poking up turning his red satin shorts into a mini circus tent. Roberto giggled and Chris grinned as he grabbed it in his hand waggling it about playfully. Roberto's smile faded as he said, "No time to play Chris I got into trouble earlier so I can't mess around or I'll lose my job."

Chris grumbled, "Damn it! I'm paying guest so if I want to talk to you I should be able to do so."

Roberto's trim figure slid through the door with a clinking of crockery on the trolley, the door closed behind the lad leaving Chris feeling frustrated and annoyed, he decided that he would ask Roberto if he had any leave due as he wanted to fly to Cuzco the closest large town to Machu Picchu the Inca ruins and would be happy to take the lad with him on the trip. After showering and dressing he sauntered down to the lobby and saw Roberto near the reception desk, Chris walked across and Roberto saw him approaching and smiled warmly at the man. Chris took him aside and asked him if he had a few days leave due, the lad nodded and looked inquisitively at him as Chris explained what he was planning.

Roberto's eyes gleamed with excitement as he heard of the plan; he'd never seen his countries major tourist attraction and had longed to visit the remote mountain ruins to see how his ancestors had lived long ago. He nodded eagerly as Chris explained the trip a flight by light plane to Cuzco where they would stay at Inkaterra Hotel before catching the morning train to Aquas Calientes the terminus of the train. From there a bus would take them as close as possible to the ruins and the last section was on foot up the mountain. Chris paused for breath and looked at the handsome lad's excited face, "Would you like to be my companion on the trip Roberto?"

The lad nodded and said he had a week's leave up his sleeve and could start it when needed, Chris was overjoyed to hear these words and he had to control his reactions as he wanted to grab the lad in a bear hug and kiss him hotly. He instead grinned and patted the young bell boy's smooth cheek as he said softly, "Great my hot Latin lover, a week away in the wilds of Peru with you will be like paradise."

Roberto was almost shaking with pleasure and excitement as he tilted his head rubbing his cheek on Chris's hand like a kitten, "I can't wait when are you going to leave?"

Chris grinning like a fool said, "As soon as you can organize your leave we will be off into the wild blue yonder."

Roberto grinned and said, "I'll ask the manager as soon as he comes in and I'll let you know."

With that Chris left the hotel to wander the streets admiring the combination of old and new buildings and the colourful milling crowds that thronged the streets. He visited an ATM to withdraw some money and as he was counting it he was buffeted by someone and knocked off his feet, he fell and cracked his head heavily on the wall and blacked out. He came to surrounded by a crowd of people all jabbering at him in the local lingo, his head ached abominably and his vision was blurred. He reached a trembling hand to his aching head and felt his matted hair sticky with blood that leaked copiously down his neck staining his polo shirt. Chris groaned in pain and he heard the wail of a siren screaming in his ringing ears, a policeman appeared and the crowd fell back as the officer began asking Chris questions, unfortunately in his dazed state he couldn't comprehend the words and just looked dully back at the man as the ambulance screeched to a stop behind the officer.

The ambulance paramedics scooped him up gently keeping him flat as a body board was slid under him and a collar was slipped around his neck to stabilize his head. The policeman found Chris's wallet on the sidewalk beneath him as they lifted him; he picked it up and tucked it into Chris's pocket after checking his identity. The officer accompanied Chris in the ambulance to the hospital and waited while he was X-rayed and checked out by the doctors. No serious injuries were found but 10 stitches were needed to close the gash in his scalp. Once he was ensconced in a bed the officer sat down next to the bed and again in halted English asked Chris what happened, Chris told him he'd been knocked down and the money he'd removed from the ATM was gone.

After writing down everything Chris told him the man stood up to leave, Chris placed his hand on the man's sleeve, "Could you tell the hotel where I am please?"

The policeman nodded and left Chris to rest, he lay there on the crisp white sheets his head aching abominably until a nurse appeared with some pills a jug of water and a glass, she gave him 2 pills and he swallowed them with water and lay back with his eyes closed. He drifted off to sleep as the pills took effect and knew no more until next morning when the nurse taking his temperature awakened him. He went to sit up and his head spun and a pain shot through him, she gently pressed him back onto the pillow and gave him two more painkillers. After breakfast he heard footsteps in the corridor and looked towards the door, there was Roberto looking worried as he entered the room, "Are you alright Chris? I was so worried when you didn't return yesterday and the manager told me this morning where you were. He gave me a couple of hours off after the morning breakfasts were served and here I am."

Chris smiled wanly, not game to sit up or react suddenly as the lad walked to the bed and bent over kissing Chris gently on the lips, Chris moaned softly as their tongues slithered together. Roberto broke the kiss and whispered, "I shouldn't get you excited or your head will hurt Chris."

Chris looked down the bed at the instant erection poking up under the white sheet, Roberto's eyes tracked down and fastened on his friend's stiffy, his eyes widened and a delightful grin spread his full lips, "Hmmm too late I see Chris, would you like me to take care of that big problem?"

Chris croaked out, "Ooooh yes please Roberto."

Roberto walked across and closed the door then returned to the bed sliding the sheet down and baring Chris's body, he giggled at the skimpy hospital gown that was raised up exposing the man's big eggs to view. The lad bent in and lifted the gown up folding it onto Chris's belly as he began licking the full orbs in their soft fleshy pouch, Chris squirmed spreading his legs to give his young paramour easy access to his excited genitals. Roberto slobbered on those hot squirmy eggs sucking each into his warm wet mouth as he caressed those big sperm makers with his tongue. Chris moaned and arched his hips then yelped as the pain surged in his head before collapsing back onto the bed.

Roberto let the ball drop from his mouth as he looked up terrified that he had caused Chris pain, Chris moaned eyes closed in pain, Roberto tears in his eyes spoke in a quavering voice, "Chris I'm so sorry I hurt you I'd better stop getting you excited."

Chris groaned then opened his eyes and said, "No sweet one I caused the pain not you; I'll just try to control my reactions so I don't move my head."

Roberto looked at him uncertainly then as Chris begged him to continue he returned to the happy task of bringing his lover off and relieving his urgent needs. His warm wet mouth slid down the towering throbbing tool sucking and licking as he bobbed up and down; Chris moaned and gurgled as he endeavoured to stay still, a difficult task to say the least as his cock was serviced by the expert mouth and tongue of the lad. His balls were soon drawn up nuzzling the base of his pulsating prick, he moaned loudly then his dick throbbed thrice before gushing goo into Roberto's sucking orifice.

The incredible climax eased as his nuts emptied every sweet drop down his lover's throat, Chris panted happily even though his head throbbed in time to his still misfiring cock as it tried to pump out what wasn't there. Roberto eased off the slick schlong and licked his cum stained puffy lips, "Delicious Chris, I love your cum it is so tasty."
Chris gurgled, "Thanks for that Roberto. You can drink it when ever you'd like my sweet lover, I'm yours."

The arrival of the doctor on his rounds disturbed the moment and Roberto hurriedly pulled down Chris's gown and slid up the sheet as the door opened, the doctor walked in and asked Roberto to leave while he checked Chris out, Roberto said, "I'd better head back to work Chris, I'll come back this evening if you'd like."

Chris told him he'd be delighted to see him and Roberto blew him a kiss and left the room, the doctor unwound the bandage from Chris's head and inspected the wound. He seemed pleased with the situation and rebandaged the area saying, "It seems to be going well Senor we will probably discharge you tomorrow morning."

Chris thanked the man and lay back on the bed as the white coated medico left the room, chris heard the rattling arrival of the breakfast trolley and was soon gingerly sitting up as the girl placed the tray on the mobile table that fitted across the bed. Chris thanked her and began eating the cereal, toast and the cup of revolting hospital coffee. He felt ravenously hungry and soon polished off the meal as a new face appeared at the door, an elderly gray haired lady pushing a trolley of well used library books. She explained she was a volunteer and asked Chris in Spanish if he'd like a book but he replied no thanks but the morning paper would be great, she said she wood see if she could find one for him and disappeared returning shortly with a newspaper and left it with him as she went off on her rounds.

The day passed slowly as it does in hospital, the only bright spots being the meals but not the sponge bath carried out by a young nurse, Chris was mortified to have her see and handle his privates. He knew she probably saw and bathed hundreds of patients but still he was embarrassed as she quickly and professionally washed him. The regular doses of painkillers helped him through the day and by evening his headache diminished to an acceptable level. When Roberto appeared Chris was overjoyed, as he'd been waiting eagerly to see the cute young spunk to arrive, they hugged gently and the lad asked how Chris was feeling and was happy to hear he was feeling much better.

Roberto sat on the bed and they hugged and kissed, tongues entwined joyously as they swapped spit, both sported erections and Chris had a hand wrapped about the teen's tool as he whispered, "Close the door sweet one I want to suck you off. I really need an injection of virile Roberto sperm."

Roberto giggled and leapt to close the door almost running back to the bed and kneeling there facing Chris as he undid the lad's fly, Roberto's rigid rod was soon out and pointing to the eiling as Chris moved cautiously into position to accept the lad's swollen spigot. Chris ingested his dick laving it with his tongue; Roberto shuddered and squeaked his delight as he sank his swollen spike deep in Chris's warm wet welcoming mouth. The lad gently held Chris's bandaged head as he undulated his hips sliding his schlong in and out over the caressing tongue, the feel of his sensitive cock head sliding on the soft silken flesh of his lover's gullet sent the lad over the moon and gout after gout of sperm gushed unhindered down into Chris's stomach. Roberto pulled back allowing the last spurts to paint Chris's mouth and tongue as his tight young balls drained.

Chris was overjoyed to drink that vital essence and sucked hard as the lad slowly slid from his mouth, Chris moaned softly as he savoured the remnants swirling them about in his mouth before swallowing them eventually. He licked his lips then removed a curly pubic hair from his tongue smiling up at Roberto who knelt there red faced and panting, his curved muscular belly heaving as his engorged cock slowly wilted, a small bead of creamy cum gathered at the lip of his long foreskin. Chris removed the sperm with his finger and placed it in his mouth sucking loudly as he pulled the finger from his lips with a loud popping sound.

Roberto giggled and moved around straddling Chris as he pulled up the ridiculous gown and dove on the man's throbbing cock, Chris looked at the perfect bulbous buns stretched in front of him, he groaned as he inspected the almost hairless crack and the dark brown wrinkled entrance to the lad's molten core. He palmed those deliciously rubbery pillows of flesh and muscle opening that inviting crevice to his inspection, Chris felt the incredible mouth swallow his erection and grunted his pleasure before diving in, pressing his face into the fragrant valley and beginning to lick and suck on that sensitive sphincter. Roberto's moans muffled by Chris's cock turned Chris on even more as he feasted on the lad's paradisiacal portal, his tongue swabbed and slathered the flexing hole before diving inside to torture Roberto.

Roberto went crazy slurping on Chris's monster, he sucked it deep down his gullet in a frenzy as his sphincter flexed and gripped the invader, Chris tasting the lad's tart tangy arse juices made him delve as deep as he could swabbing the silky innards as his saliva drooled down from his lips onto the lad's tight balls. The dual fever wracked both men until Roberto vacuumed out Chris's cock juice gulping it down as his dick creamed Chris's belly as he ejaculated without his dick being wanked, the wonder of the tongue waggling about inside his rectum triggering a huge climax. Both men collapsed satiated and limp, the room filled with their panting breaths as they sought to recover from the dual climax.

Once they had drifted back to earth they tidied themselves up and kissed, Roberto thanked Chris and was told that it was Chris who should be thanking the lad. They spent the rest of the time chatting about the up coming trip and Chris told Roberto he'd be discharged in the morning all going well and that he'd see him at the hotel as soon as he could get there. The bell rang for the end of visiting hours and after a gentle hug and a kiss the lad left the room. Chris slept well that night and dreamed of his young lover awakening in the morning with an aching hard on. He staggered to the toilet and relieved the problem sending a gallon of ball goo into the pan and flushing it away.

The nurse allowed him to shower himself wearing a shower cap to protect his wound and then the doctor appeared examined his wound and was happy with it's progress so Chris was allowed to leave the hospital with a caution not to overdo things and given a small number of pills and a prescription for some extra pain killers in case his headache returned. He dressed in his bloodstained clothes and made his way down in the lift. He was startled but overjoyed to see Roberto coming through the sliding doors, the lad hurried to his side and helped Chris to a taxi in which they returned to the hotel. Chris asked Roberto how he knew he was leaving and was told that he'd asked the doctor to contact him and the medico was glad Chris had someone to aid him until he was fully recovered.

They arrived at the hotel and Chris was helped from the car and Roberto escorted him up to his room, the hotel manager had given the lad time off to assist Chris that Chris was very pleased to accept. They entered the suite and Chris was soon lying on the bed with soft pillows under his slightly aching head, the bright sunlight had started his head throbbing and he took two pills and lay back eyes closed awaiting the pain to subside. Roberto seeing Chris taking the pills knew his man was suffering so he closed the heavy drapes dimming the room and returned to sit beside the bed holding Chris's hand in both of his. Chris sighed and felt the love and companionship being offered by the beautiful lad, he gently squeezed Roberto's hand acknowledging the lad's caring attitude.

Chris asked Roberto if he was needed to work and was overjoyed to hear the news and mentally made a note to thank the manager for his kindness, Roberto left Chris to go and organize his lunch and to take the prescription to the drug store down the road from the hotel. He returned some time later to serve Chris his meal and they sat together on the bed propped against the headboard as they ate the scrumptious food side by side. The meal over Roberto removed the dirty crockery and took them back to the kitchen where the chef asked if Chris was ok and if he'd enjoyed the special meal he'd prepared for them. The lad grinned happily and said the food was delicious and that Chris had appreciated it greatly, the hot tempered chef smiled and ruffled the lad's hair and turned to bark an order at one of the junior chefs as Roberto left the kitchen.

The next few days passed quickly and Chris was soon feeling fit as a fiddle, he'd been back to the hospital to have the stitches removed and the doctor was very happy about hos the gash was healing. Chris now felt he was up to the visit up to Machu Picchu, he asked Roberto if he could organize his week's leave and the excited lad did so. Chris rang and organized a flight to Cuzco and made reservations at the Inkaterra Hotel in the town then he packed his bags and the two left for the airport. Roberto was squirming and fidgeting with excitement in the taxi all the way to the aerodrome, they arrived and entered the terminal building asking an armed police guard where to find the desk of the small airline he'd booked with. They found it after some searching and checked their bags then walked through to the tarmac where the small commuter aircraft sat, a small sleek twin engined Piper Aztec sat waiting for them to climb aboard as their bags were loaded.

They sat in the comfortable seats and buckled up as the pilot ran up the engines, the plane rocked on the brakes as if eager to get airborne, the brakes were released and they taxied out onto the runway and moved to the end of the queue awaiting clearance behind a huge 747 cargo plane. The jumbo began to move down the runway the blast from its engines rocked the smaller plane as it began to rumble away gathering speed before it lumbered off the ground and began climbing. The tower now cleared their flight and the plane surged ahead following the freight plane and soon they were airborne and they heard the wheels retract and lock into position as they climbed rapidly. The view of the sprawling city below was something to see but soon the city was left behind and areas of cleared fields and small villages interspersed with patches of jungle appeared.

They flew on across a sea of green as jungle appeared below and they began climbing to clear the rising hills, their ears popped as the pressure dropped and they swallowed hard to help clear them. Mountains filled the horizon and the plane continued climbing and eventually they heard the pilot contact the control tower at Cuzco, he arranged clearance to over fly Machu Picchu before turning back to land and was given permission to do so, Chris and Roberto got their first look at the site as the plane skirted the mountain. Both men peered down eagerly drinking in the amazing view of the ruins and the almost sheer drop to the frothing river far below. The plane passed over Aquas Calientes the town where the train stopped for tourists visiting the ruins then flew back to Cuzco and landed on the rough airstrip outside the town.

They disembarked and picked up their bags after the pilot unloaded them, they thanked him for the flight and his service then headed into the town, both men were breathing hard by the time they reached the hotel, the thinner air was a little disconcerting but they expected to acclimatize to it. They checked in accepting a twin room and unpacked their bags before relaxing as they discussed the sights they had seen on the flight, Roberto had never flown before and was ecstatic about the experience. Chris laid back hands beneath his head smiling paternally as the lad prattled on excitedly, finally he looked across at the youth and asked, "Why don't you come over and join me on this bed Sweet one?"

Roberto leapt up and almost jumped across the gap in his eagerness, he flopped down beside Chris and immediately snuggled up to him one arm across the man's chest rubbing his nipples through the cotton shirt. Chris kissed the lad's thick dark wavy hair inhaling the warm aroma, Roberto nuzzled into his neck licking up to his ear making Chris shiver with delight. The two were soon frantically stripping off their clothing cocks straining tenting their underwear, once naked they instantly coupled hot bodies pressed together dicks leaking and rubbing together. Chris moaned into his young lover's ear, "Do me Robbie, I need to feel that tumescent tool filling my aching arse."

Roberto hearing his lover's plea couldn't believe his ears, Chris wanted him to make love to him, something he'd seldom experienced as he usually was the one being rooted, he kissed Chris feverishly, "you really mean it Chris? You want my teen tool inside your hot hole?"

Chris answered with a moan, "Ooooh yeah! Please do me now you hot young Latino stud."

Roberto needed no second request he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some on his fingers before rubbing them in Chris's hot sweaty crack, Chris spread his legs wide opening his buttocks as those slippery fingers pressed in on his twitchy twot. Once that tight muscle was massaged and relaxed the eager Roberto eased his rigid teen rod up Chris's warm welcoming chute, Chris gasped then moaned his pleasure as his sheathing flesh stretched to accommodate Roberto's hot rod as he pushed back grinding his muscular mounds against the lad's sharp pelvic bones and taking every inch of the throbbing tool as Roberto's soft wiry pubes flattened against him. Their love making was fast and furious as the teen went crazy his piston flying in and out ramming and thrusting with every ounce his undulating hips could develop. Chris moaned loudly grinding back meeting the thrusts, his innards reveling in the fury of the fornication as that rigid muscle charged back and forth filling and emptying his arse.

Roberto could keep it up for long his raging rampage was doomed to finish and finish it did with a mind shattering climax, his roiling gonads tightened achingly as they erupted spewing sperm in liquid lumpy gouts that fired out of his throbbing cum cannon and gushed flooding the man's palpitating pussy. Chris milked that pulsating prick draining every drop of joy juice until his colon was inundated nd creamy goo oozed about the stretching schlong nd trickled down onto his balls. The final fluttering pulses of Roberto's rod sent Chris over the edge and his cock gushed goo onto the bed as he grunted and groaned under Roberto's limp sweaty and gasping body. The lad rolled off Chris dragging his limp doodle moistly from his swollen ring and lay inert and panting beside Chris who turned on his side and peered through tired blurry eyes at the angelic form beside him.

The next day they set off to the station to board the train that would carry them the 80 kilometers (50 miles) to Michu Picchu, the old train huffed and puffed, the run down carriages rocked and squeaked along, the cars full of locals, along with packages of goods and even live animals such as poultry and even a young pig. The crowd all talked loudly enjoying themselves as the train struggled along the winding track stopping at small villges on its way. Finally it stopped at the Aquas Calientes station where Chris and Roberto climbed down onto the ground, there being no platform just a ramshackle waiting room and ticket office both buildings showing peeling paint and lack of maintenance.

A young Quechuan, a local native, approached them and introduced himself, "I am Adolfo and would like to guide you."

He told them for a small fee he would escort them to the ruins and show them around. They boarded the bus and it set off climbing the torturous road that wound back and forth up the steep side of the mountain towards the ancient holy city. The fumes of the labouring diesel engine filled the bus causing mild headaches amongst the passengers and after a hair-raising trip they were glad to leave the bus at the car park below the ruins. Adolfo set off ahead of them up the steep path, they followed behind him watching his powerful legs and serious muscular buttocks flexing as he climbed, Roberto grinned and looked at Chris waggling his eyebrows, "Pretty hot eh Chris?"

Chris grinned and nodded as he strained his muscles following the fit young guide, "Yop he sure is but I wish he'd take it a little easier, this thin air is burning my lungs trying to keep up."

Roberto spoke to the guide in their native tongue and Adolfo looked back smiling and waited for them to catch up, he smiled at their flushed sweaty faces and said, "I'll slow down for you I'm sorry but I'm used to the thin air I was born up here."

They finally reached the lower ramparts o the city and took a rest sitting on some dressed stones, part of the wall that had collapsed; Adolfo began telling them some of the history of the Inca city. It had been constructed around 1430 and had been deserted nearly 100 years later around 1530, no one knew for certain why it had been left to rot but some thought that small pox introduced by the Spanish conquistadors may have infected the population and wiped most of them out even though they never set foot in the city. They had regained their breath and continued into the maze of ruins, Chris was amazed at the incredible polished dry stone construction of the buildings, the thatched roofs and wooden supports had rotted away over the centuries leaving the walls open to view.

We were taken to the top where the temple of the Sun was situated and shown the massive stone altar, Adolfo related how the ancients sacrificed young men to appease the Sun and beg for their crops to prosper. We both felt a tremor of fear run through us causing our skin to develop goose bumps, we were glad to leave the temple environs and we moved to a lodge where we were going to spend the night. Adolfo stayed with us there and we had our evening meal during which he plied us with some strong local liquor, after dining he left us and we were exhausted after the long day and all the exercise, the liquor seemed to go straight to our heads. We turned in and our heads had hardly touched the pillows when we were dead to the world.

Chris awoke and heard a high pitched keening sound, like an animal in pain, he opened his eyes and saw in the flickering light of burning torches a terrifying sight. There in front of him was the altar in the temple and tied down naked was Roberto, his body glistening with oil, his marvelous body arched on the massive stone, muscles straining beneath his bronzed skin. His body had been shaved of hair, his bare pubis pale white along with the untanned flesh of his loins, his penis and gonads flopping about as he struggled to free himself. At the altar, at the lad's feet stood Adolfo dressed in a many-coloured cape of feathers, his naked body glistening with oil, his cock rigid and pointing to the sky; a huge headdress adorned his head and clutched in his hands roughly groping Roberto's smooth flesh; he was supported vocally by a number of his fellow locals all naked and extremely aroused sexually as they swayed while chanted unintelligible words.

Chris tried to leap and help his lover but found he too was restrained his arms and legs lashed with some form of rope, he strained and heaved to no avail except to feel the fastenings burning his bare flesh. Chris cried out in his misery, "Stop this Adolfo, please release my friend and stop scaring us."

Adolfo turned his face towards Chris, the man's face was twisted and eyes red and glazed, Chris realized that the man was in some form of trance and again heaved at his bindings to no avail. Roberto cried out, "Help me Chris, please help me."

With that Adolfo seized the lad's prominent hip bones and rammed his glistening stiff prick savagely into the screaming boy's tight arse, his followers voices rose in volume as one of them took Roberto's shaven head in his hands, the lad's throat corded as he resisted the pressure then Roberto's strength ebbed and the native pulled the lad's head down straining his throat and lunged his fat tool down the screaming mouth muffling the lad's cries with his swollen fat cock. Chris screamed until hoarse as one after the other the chanting fiends abused his young lover's mouth and throat, through the ordeal Adolfo continued ramming in and out the bruised rectum causing Roberto's penis to eventually stiffen then the lad's balls voided their load and a geyser of creamy goo spurted into the air to spatter all over the boys heaving shuddering torso. The lad's ejaculation seemed to trigger a like response from Adolfo who rammed brutally into the lad his muscular buttocks flexing in time to his huge climax, bloody froth oozed out about his erection to drool down onto the rough stone beneath Roberto's torn and battered arse as the lad slumped almost unconscious. The surrounding savages began licking the youth's semen from his glistening quivering body as Chris screamed invectives at the crowd.

Chris bellowed at the top of his lungs but he was ignored as the chanting group, he watched his eyes bulging from his red sweaty face as Adolfo pulled his blood and sperm coated cock from the gaping anus releasing a flood of cum and blood before he picked up a jagged edged stone bladed knife, raised it above his head. He poised with it above Roberto, who seeing the blade arched his body in a final vain attempt to free himself, before the lad dropped back the cruel blade swished down ripping into his stretched straining belly just above his bare pubis. Roberto screamed, his voice echoing back from the ruins and the mountains as that jagged blade sawed through his abdominals opening his stomach all the way up to his breastbone.

The flesh and muscle peeled back exposing the lad's tightly packed guts, blood oozed from the sliced flesh as Roberto continued screaming, Adolfo 's pulled the knife free and placed it on the altar before reaching inside the now open chest cavity and he gripped the lad's frantically beating heart. He gripped it in his bloody claw like hand and his arm muscles bulged as he tore that living beating muscle from Roberto's chest, blood gushed and spewed from the chest over the boy's steaming intestines and the dying boy lost control of his body functions as he died there on that cold stone. His torn body twitched and shook as Adolfo held the still beating heart high and his followers chanted and cheered, he then brought the bleeding muscle to his leering mouth and bit into it tearing a chunk away and chewing it before swallowing it, blood running down his chin onto his gleaming torso. Chris in a state of utter shock swooned away and hung limp in his bonds.

Chris slowly regained his senses and opened his eyes it was daylight, his brain relived the horrors of the night of sacrifice, he moved and found he was no longer restrained he looked about him and found he was on his bed in the hotel. He looked across expecting to find Roberto's bed empty but to his astonished joy there was the lad sound asleep his sheet tangled about his sexy young body. Chris realized it had been a horrific nightmare and thought it was due to them learning of the sacrifices and being overtired also the potent alcohol he'd imbibed with Adolfo.

Chris lay back his mind reliving the horrors of the night before he slipped from the bed and crept across to Roberto and gently caressing his hair before kissing his closed eyelids, his nose then those sweet lips. Roberto sighed in his sleep and moved on the bed, his morning hard on tenting the sheet. Slowly his eyes opened and he saw his lover sitting beside him, his lips curved up in a smile, "Morning Chris I hope you slept well?"

Chris shook his head and began telling the lad of his dream, Roberto listened and he hugged the weeping man until he finished the story, "Oh Chris that must have been terrible, but I'm here alive and horny so don't think any more of it."

With that Roberto grasped Chris's cock and stroked the limp tube, it soon hardened and grew in his fondling grasp, their mouths sought one another anf they kissed feverishly before the lad fell back pulling Chris on top of him and their hot tools found one another and their hips undulated sexily. Their ardour increased rapidly and Chris took Roberto easing his long dong up inside the hot tight chute eliciting moans from both of them. Their sex was feverish and fast both climaxing together in a blinding instant as sperm gushed from their throbbing tools. They collapsed clinging together sweat and sperm bonding their hot panting bodies together on the bed. Roberto regained his aplomb first and whispered, "My God Chris! If a nightmare can instigate sex like we just enjoyed I hope you have one every night."

They got up showered and dressed before going down to breakfast, Adolfo was there waiting for them a wide mile on his dark bronzed face, they greeted one another and sat down to eat. After breakfast they again returned to Machu Picchu to explore and learn more f the ancient culture. The day passed quickly and it was time to return to the hotel, they made their way down the steep terraces and invited Adolfo to join them in thanks for his expert and interesting guidance. They were due to return to Cuzco next morning and both felt a twinge of sadness at leaving this wondrous place.
Next morning Adolfo met them again and escorted them to the wheezing smoky old bus for the trip down to Aquas Calientes, he stood waving, a forlorn figure, as the bus rattled on its way down the torturous winding road.

The train trip from Aquas Calientes was uneventful and they were happy to disembark and return to the more comfortable hotel in Cuzco, the hotel staff greeted them and fussed over them asking if they had enjoyed their trip. They relaxed for the remaining days, Chris felt incredibly sad that his time with Roberto was drawing to a close, his next voyage was going to be across the Andes and into Brazil while his young lover had to return to Lima. Both men felt miserable as the day approached, Roberto begged Chris to let him come with him but as the lad's family were in Lima and he had no passport it couldn't happen. They spent the last 24 hours locked together in the bedroom, their sex was both molten but also poignant as they realized it was the end of their romance at least for now. Maybe later Roberto may obtain a passport and join Chris somewhere around the world.

Next morning they left the hotel and made their way to the small airfield where they hugged clinging together before Roberto sadly boarded the commuter plane back to Lima and Chris climbed into another for the long flight across the high mountains and the green jungles of Amazonia. The two aircraft rumbled down the rough strip and took off turning in opposite directions, Chris felt miserable as he thought of life without Roberto but realized that it was impossible at that time for them to be together. The drone of the twin engines lulled Chris into a stupor as he sat staring blankly through the windows as the aircraft climbed higher and higher to clear the mountains.

They finally reached the towering snow covered crests, the plane flying in and out of thick clouds as it began to descend on the Eastern side of the towering range. Bare rock and snow gradually were replaced with trees as they descended their ears popping painfully from the increase in pressure. All went well and the tree cover thickened until it was total jungle, the plane bounced on the air currents rocking about, rising and falling as it flew on. Chris was alerted suddenly by the misfiring of the port engine, a puff of smoke issued from the cowling whisked away on the air stream, before he could voice his alarm a glow in the engine appeared, this increased until flames were visible and the engine faltered then stopped. The pilot hit the fire extinguisher control and nothing happened as he struggled to control the plane, Chris gripped the armrests his knuckles white as he began to hyperventilate.

The pilot was making mayday calls over the radio but no response they were unable to raise anyone, the plane was descending rapidly towards the green treetops below trailing black smoke behind it. The pilot battled the controls telling Chris to brace himself in the crash position; Chris bent over arms folded about his head his guts turning over in fear. The sound of tree branches brushing the fuselage announced their imminent crash, the pilot saw a small clearing on the crest of a hill and turned towards it. The plane crashed through the tree tops tearing off the starboard wing and spinning to the right slammin into a massive tree trunk ripping the other wing off as the fuselage careered on crashing through the jungle before it split in half and grinding to a halt.

Chris was groggy but alive, the aircraft had split in front of his seat and he was looking at the tree trunks about the wreck, the front half of the plane was out of his sight and he wondered if the pilot was alive. He undid his seat belt and fell from the seat slamming his head into a piece of the fuselage main frame before tumbling unconscious to the leaf littered soil below. After a short time Chris regained his senses and rolled onto his side opening his eyes squinting in the light, he looked at the wreckage beside him then looked for the front part of the plane, it was nowhere to be seen. He flexed his limbs and apart from multiple bruises and his sore head he was undamaged he gingerly sat up and a movement from his left caught his eyes.

He slowly turned his head and there crouched a magnificent black panther, the swishing tail was what had attracted his eyes, the huge cat was watching him with its huge golden eyes its whiskers twitching as it breathed its crimson tongue protruding from its open mouth filled with huge gleaming white fangs. Chris froze in position hardly daring to breath as the two locked eyes; the giant cat blinked slowly and lazily stretched then rose to his feet, a strange mewling sound issued from it's throat as it padded slowly and silently across the clearing towards where Chris sat frozen in fear.

The giant black feline flowed towards the wreck, muscles undulating under the shiny jet-black coat as the massive clawed paws padded slowly but surely closer. Chris barely breathed as he watched bug eyed the approaching harbinger of death, surely he was about to be rent apart and eaten by those massive fanged jaws. The panther stopped mere inches away golden yellow feline eyes gazed into blue human eyes almost hypnotically, Chris felt the hot mist breath on his face and offered up a final prayer to the Lord above. He closed his eyes and tensed up awaiting the slashing claws but nothing happened, he heard soft movement and opened his eyes watching the huge beast move away towards the jungle.

Chris slumped in relief, the panther paused and turned its massive head to look back at Chris, it mewed again like a house cat and swished its long tail back and forth as if impatient. It mewed again looking at Chris who now felt he was required to follow the cat somewhere, he climbed to his feet gasping as his bruises sent bolts of pain through him, his chest worst of all and he suspected he maybe had cracked or broken ribs. He held his side as he moved gingerly away from the wreckage, the panther grumbled deep in its chest and turned to walk on once it was sure the man was following behind.

The big cat led Chris down a game trail through the thick jungle at a pace to accommodate his slow hobble, monkeys howled out warnings of the presence of the man and panther from the treetops. After some time the thinning trees allowed Chris to see a magical sight, huge shimmering ethereal buildings reached towers to the blue sky above; their architecture like nothing Chris had ever seen before except for one magical edifice, the Taj Mahal in Agra. He hobbled from the tree line to gawp at the beauty laid out before him, manicured gardens with huge water features surrounded the group of alabaster white buildings. Chris was struck by a hange in atmospheric conditions, behind him the jungle was hot steamy and fetid with moldering plant life, here at the boundary of this colony it was warm balmy and beautiful, a massive alteration.

Moving about these gardens were tall figures dressed in short white kilts, their slim but muscular willowy bodies looked magical, each being had blond almost white hair that curled close to their noble skulls. Smooth faces of ethereal beauty turned to look at the man as the panther led him into their midst. The black cat moved to the side of a being and smooched about his thighs as a domestic feline would its owner and the personage's hand caressed its silken ear. Looking about him Chris noticed other big cats, spotted jaguars and panthers reposing about the gardens obviously relaxed and content with their life in this strange rnvironment.

Chris stood uncertainly watching the residents of this wonderful place as they approached him smiling tranquilly, Chris felt a warm glow within himself and he heard strange yet beautiful music in his brain. A tall being approached him and he heard the words in his mind, "Welcome stranger you are among friends."

Chris smiled at the man, if he was a human being, and he spoke thanking him and began telling him of the missing pilot in the front part of the plane, the person gestured and the words whispered in his head, "Sadly your friend is no longer living, the cockpit crashe over the cliff near the clearing and is irretrievable. Now we must attend to your injuries come with me please."

Chris followed the man down a marble path and into one of the buildings, invisible windows lit the inside and the marble walls glowed softly yet brightly. Chris was asked to strip off his soiled and blood stained clothing before lying on a marble bench that he expected it to be hard and cool, he was astounded to feel it was soft and warm not unlike an expensive leather couch, he relaxed and closed his eyes as the man touched him running gentle fingers all over his body. Chris fet a wondrous tingling inside his body and the aches and pains ebbed away leaving him feeling completely relaxed and at peace, he opened his eyes to look up at the being and saw a tenderness and love in those deep blue eyes that stared hypnotically into his.

Chris looked down his torso to find he was incredibly aroused, his steely stiff penis lay throbbing on his abdomen, the man touched it gently causing a huge spasm to race through his body and sperm fountained out dappling his body with pools of cum. He moaned aloud his voice echoing about the marble walls as in his head he heard, "Beautiful may I sup upon your essence?"

Chris looked up and thought back, "Yes if you'd like to."

The man scooped globules of juice from his body and licked his fingers clean before scooping more and eating it until Chris was cleaned up, his body felt totally renewed and pain free. Chris sat up swinging his feet to the floor as the voice in his head whispered, "Arise and follow me friend."

Chris arose feeling incredibly happy and the best he could ever remember, his body almost bounced as he trailed the man out into the garden, outside the two sat upon a seat and Chris watched the residents suddenly realized they were all males in appearance although no genitalia was on show. He was puzzled by this new development wondering where the females were, the voice whispered, "No we are of one sex yet we can still propagate, we need not an opposite sex as your species does. We use a technology like your cloning, although we do enjoy sex amongst ourselves it is purely for pleasure not reproduction."

Chris sat there absorbing this information as he watched the tall perfectly proportioned residents moving about in silence, yet a faint buzz of many voices echoed within his head. His companion smiled at the puzzled expression on Chris's face, a gentle laughter echoed then that voice said, "Yes Chris we are telepathic and communicate mentally, we can understand and speak with you in this fashion."

Chris thought, "How do you have sex?"

The being, his name was Xerothong, replied, "The same way you human homosexual males do by inserting our member inside our companion and achieving relief the same way."

Chris grinned and thought, "Would it be improper or intrusive if I asked to see your genitals?"

Xerothong chuckled and raised his kilt exposing his sex organ, Chris's eyes bulged as he saw a flaccid penis that looked about 6inches, perfectly smooth and pale pink with a long foreskin curved down over a soft sack filled with duck egg sized gonads, "OMG! Thought Chris how totally amazing."

Xerothong chuckled again and whispered mentally, "You may touch it if you'd like."

Chris couldn't wait and his hand dived between those long smooth pale thighs and wrapped fingers about the soft warm fleshy tube, it sent a bolt of lust inside his brain. In the blink of an eye that soft flesh leapt erect turning to a firm rubbery yet teel hard pole of magnificent proportions; 10 inches of silky smooth hot pulsating prong throbbed heartily in his grasp, Chris's mouth watered wanting to taste the elegant erection. He heard, "You wish to take my breeding tube in your mouth, be free to do what you wish."

At that Chris opened his mouth wide and squeezed the huge hot knob into his mouth sliding his tongue about inside the generous hood, as he tasted the juices trapped therein. The flavour of the being's penis was entrancingly sweet something he'd never encountered with his lovers in the past, not even Roberto's juices sweet as they were matched this nectar. Chris gobbled and sucked on the gigantic spigot gulping down the steady flow, his brain doing flip-flops of delight. Chris forgot everything as he slobbered and swallowed his whole being wrapped in the lust of ingesting this elixir of life. The being held Chris's head in his gentle hands as he began undulating his hips sliding that monstrous manhood deeper and deeper until Chris swallowed it entirely into his gullet. In no time he felt euphorically light headed as his air was cut off but the pulsating pipe gushed life force down his straining throat.

Slowly the huge horn withdrew and Chris took a huge shuddering breath filling his starved lungs with life giving oxygen, he trembled like a leaf in a breeze as his brain cleared and he lay back gazing up the pale columns of the being's legs as he straddled the prone man, the sight under the white kilt gave Chris another display of the huge now soft glistening tool. He loved what he saw then heard, "I know you have a love for a youth, I feel you would be entirely happy if he could share our home with you then he too could experience what you just have."

Chris nodded his thought going back to the week of bliss he'd shared with Roberto, he thought of the beautiful lad sharing this Shangri-La like existence here in the depths of the Amazon jungle and he smiled with delight at those thoughts but then saddened as he realized it couldn't be due to the lad's family constraints. Xerothong smiled placidly and thought to Chris, "It can be Chris, Roberto can be here with you we can arrange such things in the blink of an eye if you wish it to be so."

Chris thought back, "But his family would never allow him to come and live here."

The being chuckled softly then thought, "It can be if you wish it so Chris."

Chris longed for it to be so and pictured Roberto moving amongst these people and their animal companions, his heart ached for it to be so and in his mind he heard, "Chris it will be; but first you must see our home."

Xerothong reached down a pale slender arm and grasped Chris's hand then without effort lifted the man to his feet and they set off outside to wander the city. Chris was shown a huge dome in the center of the city, it was set in a vast park like square filled with aromatic plants and bright with huge colourful flowers. A faint humming sound filled the ait and increased the closer they moved towards the dome, Chris's hair trembled slightly then stood up as the forces emanating from the building touched him. His thoughts turned fearful but he was assured it was not harmful and they peered through a clear section into the dome where a huge crystal glowed warm pink and pulsated. Xerothong transmitted, "This is the source of all power Chris, it is why we are and without it our civilization would wither & die."

Chris nodded as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing and hearing, his guide went on, "The crystal maintains our climate, protects us from attack by shielding us from detection and in case of attack will repel any missiles dropped or fired at it."

Chris's mind questioned, "How will you bring Roberto here?"

The being smiled, "That is easy, the crystal will activate a transporter that will locate your friend and bring him here in the blink of an eye if you wish it to transpire."

Chris longed for this to happen, he wanted his young lover to feel what he did, he felt so fit and strong better than he had in years and he wished the same for Roberto. Xerothong nodded and thought, "Let it be."

The huge crystal pulsed twice then returned to its steady slow pulsation and Chris heard a voice, "Chris where are we? Who is this person? How can it be we are together again?"

Chris turned and saw Roberto standing there ashen faced and staring about him at the strange surroundings, Chris ran to him scooping him up in his arms, as if he was a feather, he pressed his lips to those of the stunned lad. Roberto startled momentarily didn't react then he melted into Chris and returned the kiss hot and hard. Chris began to explain what he could before Xerothong took over thinking at Roberto who gasped as the thoughts filled his uncomprehending brain. It took a minute or two for the lad to realize the being was telepathic and he calmed as he listened to the thoughts. Roberto nodded and Chris heard him think back, "Yes I like what I see and feel I'd be glad to stay here with Chris and your colony."

Xerothong took both men into his arms and they hugged together before he led them back to his residence where they all coupled together, Xerothong in Chris and Chris in Roberto. A massive triple climax raged through them and they lay gasping afterwards completely fulfilled and in a euphoric haze.

The end.

 

Posted: 12/18/09