As reality surpassed my imagination, I ended my journey near the mountain range where I thought nothing was happening, seeking a bit of peace to alleviate my permanent fever. Eduardo, my new patron was a first-level literary artist who had a lot of world and rubbed shoulders with high society; he was an avant-garde figure in his time, millionaire, philanthropist, and openly gay; he ran a super exclusive male prostitution house that catered to clients from different parts of the world...Affluent men, Americans, Canadians, Australians, Japanese people... Italians...Men willing to spend small fortunes for having a guide of educated and compliant tourism...A earthy little guy who would make them know the places and give them a hard-on with excitement...











Edu had recruited 11 little men aged 20 to 42, precious whores trained by the faggot to give pleasure and bill with each screw...






I really enjoyed taking care of my boss's 'nephews'... The freelancers were making fortunes working for two seasons, getting off with all those beautiful and rich guys who paid to have a 'cowboy' cumming and in balls...