Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2023 20:27:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Randolph Adams Subject: Jorge's Fuckbuddies - Juanito Pulls Train - 2 (incest) Nifty is a wonderful resource for horny gay men everywhere. If you love the stories, do your part to keep it around: https://donate.nifty.org/ I have a wide variety of stories published on Nifty, and I love to have people read them. If you're curious, go to the Nifty home page and type SHAHAIRYZAD into the search bar. If you like what you read, please let me know! "Jorge's Fuckbuddies" is a series of interlocking short stories with a large cast of characters. Not much story . . . LOTS of sex . . . character-driven and carefully written, with a deliberate attempt to showcase a variety of characters and a variety of sexual activities. As with all my stories, you are most likely to enjoy it if you start from the beginning and give it your full attention when you read. Remember that these stories are Fiction: The events and characters are not Real. Remember that these stories are Fantasy: You can do things in your imagination that you cannot do in Reality. If you have difficulty distinguishing Fantasy from Reality, please stop reading now. (And please stay away from video games, internet searches, and voting booths.) No children or animals were harmed in the making of these stories. Neither were any adults. And without further ado! JUANITO PULLS TRAIN part 2 I'm still in the sling, and Dr. J smiles down at me and blinks a few times. He's so gentle, and so calm, no matter what's happening . . . and he's so TALL . . . He always makes me think of a giraffe. But, like, a giraffe who fucks you. He says, "Thank you so much for including us in your party. We are truly honored." And I tell him how much I really, really wanted him here today, and it's totally true, which Papi says is the best kind of compliment. "Have you been out of the sling yet since the party started?" "Um . . . no . . . " "Hmmm . . . well that was quite a while ago now. Let's have you get up and move around a little. Why don't I get you some water . . . or maybe a sports drink? . . . something with electrolytes, to keep you hydrated. How does lemon/lime sound? No? What about very berry? Excellent! Now, if you need to urinate, I see Dr. Gupta is in the wading pool . . . I'm sure he'd be appreciative. I'll just wait here . . . take your time!" He helps me out of the sling, and my legs are a little wobbly, and it does feel good to stretch and move. As I'm shaking myself out, Dr. J hands me a Very Berry, and I do feel thirsty, and I think I might have to pee, so I start drinking as I walk over to Dr. Gupta. He's on his hands and knees in the wading pool, and Papi is on his hands and knees behind him, eating something out of his butt. Dr. Gupta's back looks wet, and I can smell some pee . . . but weak pee, like, watersports pee, not morning pee. Dr. Gupta smiles up at me when I stop in front of him, and when I grab my pipi and aim it at his face, he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue and sorta half-closes his eyes. Dr. Gupta is really handsome. He has beautiful smooth skin, kinda golden brown, and a tiny little mustache, and wavy hair that's super black, and light brown eyes that are almost gold-colored. His face is sorta pointy in a way that makes me think of a fox, but his teeth are big and white and not pointy at all, and he smiles as I start to pee, aiming for his mouth, and he swallows most of it, but just a little bit runs down his chin. "Thank you, Juanito! That was delicious. I'll see you later in the sling." His voice is even more musical than Mr. Azharuddin's, the way it bobs up and down. I really love how it sounds. Sometimes, when they talk to each other, I just like to sit and listen . . . especially if one of them is fucking me as they talk! Papi sticks his cock into Dr. Gupta's butt, and I stand and watch him fuck him as I finish my Very Berry. Dr. Gupta is grunting really loud, and saying things in . . . Indian, I guess? He makes a lot of noise when he gets fucked! Then I'm done with my drink, and I run back to Dr. J at the sling. ******** Doug left a huge load up inside Vijay. It tastes fucking delicious, and the smell is lingering in my mustache as I slide my cock into his ass. His hole is already well-used . . . wet and sloppy . . . and my cock squelches as I slide in and out. His ass is incredibly round and firm, even though I never see him at the gym. God, he has a beautiful ass! He's getting vocal as usual, carrying on in Hindi. I have no idea if he's swearing or talking dirty or making a shopping list, but the sound of it turns me on . . . And it's such a turn-on, too, seeing my boy standing in front of him, in a leather harness and nothing else, legs wide, aiming his pipi at Vijay's open mouth. The concentration on Juanito's face is so adorable . . . and here comes the piss! When he's done pissing, he stays there, swigging Gatorade, his eyes glued to Vijay's ass. He even walks around and stares at us from the side, getting a good closeup of my cock hammering Vijay's hole. Then he suddenly scampers back to Dr. J, his little round butt flexing irresistibly as he moves. ******** Nurse David is bent over, holding onto the sling, and Dr. J is watching him get fucked by an old man I don't know. He's fucking him really hard, and Nurse David is grunting really loud. The old man is really tall, and thin, but `wiry' . . . like he runs a lot. He reminds me of a blue heron, all long and thin and gray . . . and it looks like his cock is nice and long too! I hope he fucks me too! The old man pulls out of David and smiles at me, and his smile looks familiar, even though I've never seen him before . . . and I look at Dr. J and at the old man, and they look almost like brothers, except the old man has short gray hair instead of short brown hair, and he has a short gray beard instead of no beard. But they have the same smile! Dr. J says, "Juanito, may I introduce my father? This is Vincent Battaglia. He's a doctor too . . . a gynecologist, so you won't ever see his office. Dad, this is my good friend, Juanito Flores." I hold out my hand and say, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Battaglia." And for some reason, Nurse David thinks this is very funny. But I know he's not laughing AT me, so I don't mind. Dr. Battaglia doesn't laugh, but I can see his eyes twinkle. He shakes my hand and says, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Flores. I hope to have the pleasure of making your better acquaintance very soon." "Um . . . if you want, you can fuck me right now . . . um . . . if Dr. J's okay with it, `cause he was next!" "Well now . . . that sounds like a splendid idea!" So I get on my knees and lick Nurse David's butt juices off of Dr. Battaglia's cock, and then I deep throat it . . . it's really long, but not super thick, so it goes down my throat pretty easy. Anthony told me when he's doing deep throating, he likes to make his throat swallow, `cause it feels really good for the guy you're sucking . . . so I try swallowing, and Dr. Battaglia moans, so I think Anthony must be right . . . so I swallow a couple more times before I come off his cock and catch my breath. Then Dr. J is standing next to his dad, and I do the same thing to HIS cock, and he moans just like his dad . . . EXACTLY the same as his dad! . . . and I think that's kinda funny and I start laughing, but I've, like, got a cock down my throat so laughing isn't a really great idea, and I end up coughing up Dr. J's cock and snorting a buncha snot outa my nose. Dr. J leans down and wipes away the snot and kisses me on my lips, really soft and gentle, and says, "Would you like to go back in the sling? Once I'm in the sling, Dr. J and Dr. Battaglia do this whole thing where one of them insists that the other one should go first, and as soon as one of them comes up with a reason why the other should start, the other one comes up with a different reason why it should be the other way. It's kinda funny, actually, `cause they aren't doing it to be funny . . . they really are just trying to be nice . . . but meanwhile, there's nothing in my butt! I chime in, "Maybe you could both put your fingers in my butt at the same time while you're deciding?" And they both laugh at exactly the same time . . . with exactly the same laugh . . . and Dr. J grabs some lube and coats his father's fingers and then coats his own, and they start sliding their fingers into me, first Dr. J, then his father, then the two of them together. And they stop arguing with each other and give all their attention to fingering my butt. Dr. J's fingers feel fantastic, like always, but Dr. Battaglia's feel . . . I dunno . . . fantasticker! It's like he's really really good at sticking fingers in butts, and he knows just where to rub and how fast to go and where to put his fingertips. Eventually, Dr. J pulls his fingers out, and it's just Dr. Battaglia's fingers . . . lots of them! . . . and my butt feels really full of fingers, but in a great way . . . then Dr. J pushes his cock into me, and Dr. Battaglia slides his fingers out of me, and Dr. J fucks me. He usually starts slow and sweet and then he gets rougher and rougher, but he never gets as rough as Papi does. But today he stays slow and sweet, and I just lay back and enjoy how nice his long cock feels, sliding in and out of my butt. I look up into his gentle giraffy face and smile, and he smiles a gentle giraffy smile back at me. He says, "Sorry to be so undramatic today, but I thought you'd get so much vigorous intercourse this afternoon that it might be better for me to give you something gentler. It is so lovely to be inside you!" "It's really nice . . . I really like it!" Dr. Battaglia is standing next to Dr. J, watching him fuck me, one hand stroking his son's back, the other one stroking my leg. Dr. J pulls out and steps to one side, and Dr. Battaglia steps into his place and slides into my butt. His cock feels a lot like Dr. J's, and he starts slow and sweet too, and he keep smiling gently down at me, looking in my eyes the whole time he's fucking my butt. But the longer he fucks, the harder he fucks, and it's really exciting, and I start whimpering, and his cock is so long it's stretching my insides, and finally he's really pounding me, even as he keeps looking in my eyes with a gentle expression . . . and then he closes his eyes, and stops moving his hips, and I feel that heat inside me, and he lets out a long happy sigh. After Dr. Battaglia pulls out, Dr. J pushes right back in, and he fucks me slow and sweet again, but I think he must have gotten really turned on watching his dad fuck me, `cause he really only gives like ten thrusts before he's closing HIS eyes and sighing and unloading inside me. Dr. J kisses me, and gives me a long hug, with his cock still inside me. And he whispers in my ear, "I am privileged to know you, Juanito Flores." ******** I whisper in Vijay's ear, "I think Dr. J and his dad just dropped a couple loads in Juanito . . . why don't you go eat him out?" He straightens up, and my cock pops reluctantly out of his puffy hole. I watch his beautiful golden ass flex as he sashays over to the sling. They chat a minute . . . Vijay throws his head back and laughs, and then he's down on his knees licking and slurping at my boy's hole. I see him tugging on his cock, trying to waken it up after hours of bottoming. And . . . eating ass seems to do it for him! He stands up, grabs the chains, and presses his cock into Juanito. I can see his ass flexing as he fucks, setting up a good steady rhythm. My boy has his hands on Vijay's arms, and he's running them lightly up and down. He pulls Vijay down for a kiss, and the doctor stays there for quite a while, making out with my putito as his golden ass continues to flex, pumping my boy's pussy full of Indian meat. He's pumping faster now . . . God, what a beautiful ass! . . . and the Hindi is tumbling out of his mouth, and now his cheeks are tensing, and he's unloading into my baby's ass, bellowing like a bull . . . I love it! ******** Dr. Gupta looks so handsome, smiling down at me while he fucks me. His little moustache quirks when he smiles, and he chats with me as he fucks me, and half the time I don't even know what he's saying, but I love the way his voice sounds! Sometimes his head waggles from side to side when he talks, and I just have to smile. He's almost always a bottom, but he says, just for me, he's `delighted to act as a dominant'. He fucks really nice, especially consider he mostly just gets fucked . . . and I love how his cock feels in my butt. He's SO handsome I just have to kiss him, so I pull him down and kiss him while he fucks me. His mouth tastes like licorice! He starts talking in Indian again, getting louder and louder, and then he goes back to kissing me until he cums in me. He makes a LOT of noise when he cums, but then he goes back to kissing me again. When he finally stops kissing me, he smiles at me and says, "If it always felt this wonderful, I would be the dominant more frequently!" ******** After Dr. Gupta, I stretch a little in the sling. I'm still stretching when Elijah comes up. Last year, Papi made friends with Elijah's father, Mr. White, so now Elijah and Mr. White can come by our house to play whenever Mrs. White is off doing something. It's really fun! Usually, they take turns fucking me. Papi likes to watch them fuck me, or he'll fuck Elijah while Mr. White is fucking me, or Mr. White will fuck Papi while Elijah fucks me. Elijah is a couple years older than me, but not as old as Manny. He has a cock instead of a pipi, though he doesn't have any hair around it yet . . . but it's really big for a 13-year-old . . . REALLY big . . . I think maybe it's already bigger'n Papi's! And he makes cum! Once Elijah cummed in me four times in one afternoon! Elijah's all legs and butt. He has long, looooong legs, with a short body, just like a frog. And his face sorta looks like a frog, with a really wide mouth . . . but a friendly frog. A nice frog! And he has a really fun sense of humor. His legs are super strong, and his butt is HUGE! But, it's like all muscle, `cause he does ice skating. Papi says ice skaters and dancers are the best `cause they have great butts! But I think Mr. Pham has a great butt, and Dr. Gupta has a great butt, and I don't think either of them is an ice skater or a dancer . . . but who knows . . . maybe they are! So Elijah comes up to me and says, "Hey Juanito!" And I say, "Hey Elijah!" And he says, "Cool harness!" And I say, "Thanks! Manny gave it to me!" And he says, "Is your booty worn out yet?" And I say, "Not yet!" And he says, "Can I fuck you?" And I say, "Sure!!" And he sticks his cock in my butt and fucks me. It feels good, `cause he has a big cock, and `cause I like him. I'm really happy that I can give him a nice butt to fuck, even though the way he fucks is all sorta the same . . . same speed, same movements. So I don't mind that it's a short fuck and he cums pretty quickly. He's still inside me, and his body is still shaking, when his dad comes up. I've been thinking `bout Mr. White all afternoon. He has the biggest cock I've ever seen. It's sooooo long and soooooo thick. I've taken it a buncha times now, but I always forget just how BIG it really is! He kisses his son on top of his head, and Elijah gives him a hug before he heads over to the snack table. Then Mr. White smiles down at me and puts his hands on my legs. His skin is really dark, and he's really tall, and really wide, and just plain BIG. He's so big he'd be intimating . . . intidimating? . . . if he was someone else, but he's not intidimating, `cause he's not someone else! He's Mr. White, and he's a SUPER nice person. He makes me think of Ferdinand the Bull. You know . . . people think he should be one way `cause of how he looks, but actually he's another way? He's standing there between my legs, sweating, and licking his lips and tapping on my legs with his fingertips . . . it's like he's feeling nervous for some reason? He sure doesn't need to feel nervous about me! I'm not stopping today till I get his cock in my butt!! He's got a big white T-shirt on, stretched over his big belly and big titties, and I'm disappointed `cause I like to suck on his titties, but I can't get to them with the T-shirt over them. He says, "How you doing there, boy? Think you can take a big . . . um . . . cock . . . this late in the party? I'd love to get inside you, but don't say yes if you're all tuckered out." I just grab my butt cheeks and spread them open and say, "Please fuck me, Mr. White! I really REALLY want you to fuck me!" He still looks like he isn't sure, so I encourage him, "Please Please PLEASE stick your BIG COCK in me and pound my pussy!" ******** I wish I could persuade Amos to lose the T-shirt. He has this great, fleshy body, and he's gotten comfortable showing it off when it's just the two of us . . . well, the three of us . . . I mean, the four . . . fuck. When it's just me and Amos and Juanito and Elijah and maybe Manny. I don't know why the fuck we've never invited Azim and Mo to come over when he's here . . . make it a lucky seven! Anyway . . . I love his body, but he gets self-conscious when people look at him . . . even if they're actually just staring at that mammoth chorizo he's got between his legs. The way that thing feels inside you . . . when it's rearranging your guts and you're wondering why the fuck you said yes? Fuuuuuck yeah! Anyway, right at this moment he's rearranging Juanito's guts, and the way my boy is yipping and squealing and carrying on, I think he's feeling every inch! I think I'll go check on him. I give Amos a nice lingering kiss, and then Juanito gets a nice lingering kiss, then I squat down and stare at that huge black baseball bat vanishing into my boy's pussy . . . then reappearing . . . inch after inch after inch after inch after inch . . . then sliding back inside. Amos is taking his time, making sure Juanito is all relaxed deep inside . . . and I mean DEEP inside . . . and can take him safely before he picks up the pace and starts to fuck him for real. I never get tired of looking . . . never get tired of seeing that huge sweetheart of a man sticking his huge black cock into my tiny sweetheart of a son's tiny brown butt. It's like a magic trick that never gets old! Amos goes at it for quite a while, picking up speed but never getting to a full-out pounding. I think he can sense that Juanito is in it for the long haul today, and he shouldn't wear him out. My boy has totally checked out . . . I don't think he remembers I'm here or even what day it is . . . he's totally focused on that huge thing that's stretching his guts and leaving his pussy a gaping cavern. Amos's breath starts coming faster, and even faster, and soon he's huffing and puffing. He leaves my boy's pussy a gaping, FLOODED cavern. I grab a towel and sponge the sweat off of Amos and give him a long kiss and an even longer hug. Juanito's eyes are still glazed, and I want to give him a moment to rest and recover . . . and I really enjoy kissing and hugging Amos, so . . . win/win! Amos is looking almost as glazed as Juanito, and he's slower to recover than my boy is. I help him over to the sofa at the far end of the basement. I see Cuong heading towards my boy as I move away from the sling. ******** Mr. Pham makes me think of a monkey. He's short, and super-duper muscular, and he has a flat nose and a flat face, and a flat haircut, really close to his head, and his mouth goes really wide when he grins. His eyes look clever, like he's always thinking up something new . . . probably something a little sneaky. He runs Papi's gym . . . well, `Semper Phit', the gym where Papi goes to work out . . . and sometimes Papi takes me along so I can play at the gym. The steam room is my favorite place to play, or the little massage room next to Mr. Pham's office. Sometimes we get to play right in Mr. Pham's office! Papi says Mr. Pham is from Vietnam originally, and he came over on a boat when he was baby, after a war . . . the Vietnam War, which makes sense, I guess. And when he grew up, he was in the Marines, which is like being in the Army, but not exactly. Papi calls him `Lieutenant Colonel Pham', but that hard for me to say, so I just call him Mr. Pham. If I liked him as much as I like Mr. Azharuddin, I'd probably learn to say it . . . but I don't. I like his son, though! He's a year younger than me, and he's lots of fun, and he likes to get fucked as much as I do . . . maybe even more! When I play at the gym, a lotta the time Anthony is playing too, and we'll play with the same guy at the same time, and we'll take turns getting fucked, or we'll play with TWO guys at the same time, and they'll both fuck us . . . like in the steam room, side by side . . . and then swap. And sometimes we'll fuck each other, but we both still have pipis, not cocks, so that's not as much fun as getting fucked by grownups. But today, I'm the one `pulling train' (choo choo!) so I'm the one that EVERYONE is fucking! Anthony's shorter and smaller than me, and he's always scurrying around and sticking his nose in things . . . just like a squirrel! He's really good-looking, with short black hair like his dad's, but he doesn't look as Vietnamese as his dad. He says his mom is Italian, and that's why. She's still in the Marines and his parents are divorced, like mine I guess, except he still sees his mom sometimes, and I hardly ever, almost never see mine, `cause she turned into a lesbian and moved to San Francisco, which makes me sad . . . but I don't wanna think about that at my birthday gangbang! Mr. Pham likes to get hands in his butt. Anthony can put both his hands in his dad's butt . . . both at the same time! I've watched him do it . . . it's sorta scary and sorta cool. Mr. Pham keeps asking me to put my hand in his butt, but I haven't done it . . . yet. Maybe someday. Anyway, Mr. Pham comes up to me, and gives me his big wide monkey grin, and pushes his fingers into my butt, and then he pulls them out and licks them clean and pushes his cock into me and starts fucking me. He has so many muscles . . . more than anyone I've ever seen . . . but I think Mo is still sexier. It's fun to have Mr. Pham fuck me, I guess, but his cock is small, and I don't totally trust him `cause I think he's a little sneaky. I'm okay if he doesn't give me a long fuck. Anthony shows up, and I say, "Hey Anthony!" And he says, "Hey Juanito! Happy birthday!" And Mr. Pham pulls out of me without cumming and says, "Why don't you boys have fun together? I'll get out of your way." And Anthony puts his mouth right up close to my ear and says, "Can I please fuck you with my hand today?" And he looks really hopeful, like he really, really wants to try, even though I've never done that before. "I'll go really slow, I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!!" I can see Papi talking to Mr. LaFontaine, whose cock is super-duper-DUPER thick . . . even thicker than Mr. White's! "Okay, I'll try it. But wait till after Mr. LaFontaine fucks me." And so Anthony goes and grabs Mr. LaFontaine and tries to pull him over to me in the sling, and he says in a bossy voice, "You need to fuck Juanito so I can fuck him with my hand." Mr. LaFontaine is almost as muscular as Mr. Pham . . . he works out at Papi's gym too (I mean, at Mr. Pham's gym) . . . only he's a lot taller'n Mr. Pham, and even a little wider. He has short black hair too, but his skin is brown, almost a little red. His skin isn't striped, but I think, somehow, he looks like a tiger. Papi says Mr. LaFontaine used to be in the Navy, but now he's a plumber. I'm not sure exactly what plumbers do, but I guess you need big strong arms and a big strong chest to be a plumber, `cause that's what Mr. LaFontaine's got. I'm actually a little scared of him . . . the way he looks at you is intimating . . . intidimating . . . that word! . . . but I guess he's in a good mood today, `cause he doesn't snarl at Anthony for being bossy. He just smiles . . . but it's the kind of smile that's just in his mouth, not in his eyes. I hear him say to Anthony, "Is that so?" His voice is super deep, like a growl. Just the sound makes me shiver and feel all tingly and excited but also a little scared. He walks towards me, slowly, and I feel nervous. But Papi is coming over too, so I know I'll be okay. "Does the birthday boy want a big black cock in his little pussy? Sure you're not all wore out already? Think you can take this BIG black cock, splitting your little pussy open? You ready to take my babies in your itty bitty little cunt?" I say, "Uh huh. Yes, please." And I can hear how squeaky my voice sounds. Papi is right there. "Mijo, remember you don't have to do anything you don't want to." He looks a little worried, but also excited. I can see his cock is really hard, sticking straight out. "I want it. I had Mr White already, and it felt really good." (I hear Mr. LaFontaine give a little huff, like he's not impressed by Mr. White) "And Anthony wants to put his hand in me, after, and I wanna try that." "So you want a hand?" Mr. LaFontaine says. And he jams two big fingers right into my butthole, and shoves them in and out, really rough. I have a lotta lube and cum in my butt already, so his fingers go in okay, but they're big . . . waaaaay bigger than Mr. Pham's cock, and I start squirming and wriggling around, and breathing hard. I think I'm even making, like, puppy dog noises. It's super intense . . . super exciting . . . and I can feel my pipi get super hard. "Little pussy is hungry. Wants daddy to feed her." I'm about to tell Mr. LaFontaine that he's not my daddy, that Papi is my daddy, but then I realize that he's just talking sexy like some men like to do, and I don't say anything. Papi is putting lots of lube all over Mr. LaFontaine's cock, so when he pulls his fingers out of me, he pushes his cock into me, just like that. It's really big. REALLY big. I have to concentrate on relaxing, opening up. Even after Mr. White, I can feel it stretching me wider than anything I've had in my butt today. I'm glad it's not as long as Mr. White's! Papi has been practicing on my butt with his toys all this week, and I know that the really big one I took yesterday is even fatter than Mr. LaFontaine's cock. And the one shaped like a doggy's dick gets even fatter at the base than the really big one, and Papi managed to push the doggy one all the way inside me, and even slide the big part back and forth across my hole . . . `fucking me with the knot'. Papi says he's gonna get me a real dog really soon, so I can feel a real live doggy dick in my hole. That sounds sooooo fun! I've wanted a dog, like, FOREVER! I realize Mr. LaFontaine is staring down at me. I give him a little smile, and he kinda smiles, kinda sneers back at me, and he grabs hold of my legs and starts fucking me harder. His cock is so big, I have to concentrate super hard on staying relaxed and staying open . . . and it's so intense, feeling something so big shoving into me . . . and I get tears in my eyes, just a little, and I can see Papi watching it all, jerking his cock, his eyes wide wide wide . . . and I know I should stop because it hurts, but it also feels SUPER DUPER DUPER exciting, and I'm clutching at Mr. LaFontaine's arms and grabbing at his chest, and my fingertips are catching on his chest hair, and I'm totally crying now and maybe I'm screaming or wailing or something too as he slams into me, harder and harder, but I don't want him to stop . . . And suddenly he's bellowing, and using bad words, and slamming his cock into me, and I feel the heat of him cumming inside me . . . and I am lying in the sling, my whole body shaking, tears running down my cheeks and onto my shoulders and trickling onto the leather. Mr. LaFontaine is breathing hard. He slides his cock out of me, which makes a popping sound, and he kinda taps the side of my face with his big hand . . . like, not quite a slap but definitely not a caress . . . and he walks away. Papi mutters, "FUCK that was hot!" He looks me in the eyes. "You okay, mijo?" I nod my head yes, even though I'm still sobbing, and Papi kisses my forehead and smooths back my hair. Then he gets on his knees and starts slurping stuff out of my hole, and then he stands up and shoves his cock into my butt and fucks me really really hard. I love Papi fucking me hard, and even though my hole is trying to push him out and my guts feel like they're inside out, I want him to go on fucking me without stopping. When he leans over to kiss me, I whisper to him, "I love you SOOOOOOOO much, Papi!" And he kisses me hard, his mustache tickling my nose like always, and I hear him grunt as he cums in me. ******** My boy is a marvel. Un angelito. Un diabolito. El mejor putito en todo el mundo. After five hours of non-stop dick, after that unbelievable pounding from Reggie, he still wants a hard fuck . . . and his first fist! I pull out of his perfect little butt, which is still smooth and round and perfect as ever, and run a finger across his perfect little hole, which is wrecked and swollen and gaping open. Anthony Pham is standing there, his hand and forearm glistening with lube. He's trying to look patient and mostly failing. I step aside. The little whore moves in behind Juanito, pulls his fingertips together like he's about to do shadow puppets, and presses them into my boy's ravaged pussy. I guess the widest part of Anthony's hand isn't as big around as Reggie's cuntwrecker, because the kid's hand slides straight into my boy's ass without a hitch. Juanito gasps and arches his back, and kinda whines . . . but Anthony's hand slides right in, past his wrist. He pauses, giving my baby enough of a break to catch his breath, but not enough of a break for him to realize that his hole is trashed and he should stop. Then Anthony is sliding his hand in and out, fucking my putito with his fist and his forearm. He mostly stays inside, to start with, but as Juanito relaxes and looks a little less frantic, Anthony starts pulling his hand all the way out of his ass, then pushing it back in. At some point he balls up his fingers into a fist and starts fucking him with that . . . punchfucking my baby. If I wasn't seeing it right in front of my eyes I wouldn't believe it was possible! It is INCREDIBLY hot seeing a little kid fisting another little kid. I feel my hole twitch and decide I need to give Anthony's fist a try one of these days. ******** Anthony's hand is all the way inside me now. He's fucking me really hard with his hand, `pounding my pussy' . . . or maybe he's `punching my pussy'? What a funny phrase! It's actually easier to take Anthony's hand than Mr. LaFontaine's cock, and the way he's `punching my pussy' is super exciting! Then Anthony slows down, but he starts pushing his hand in deeper, squirming it around inside me, which feels kinda weird. As his hand squirms around, he says, "Hey! You wanna play Zombie Battalions when we're all done?" His hand stops, deep inside me. It feels sooooo cool up inside me like that. Like a really huge cock, but different. "I'm not allowed to. Papi says it's too violent." "Oh . . . What about Harem Boys?" "That sounds fun! Papi even got me and Manny our own accounts!" "Cool! And maybe you can try fisting me while we play!" ******** Knowing my putito, he's never gonna admit he needs to stop, so I have to look out for him. I go find my older boy and point him towards the sling. Anthony is just sliding his fist out of my little trouper's pussy. I kiss Manny and say, "You be your brother's last for the evening, and make sure he gets out of the sling when you're done." ******** Anthony goes off to talk to his dad, and Manny comes over. I'm feeling tired, and my butt is sore, and I think I'm done, but I don't wanna stop . . . this has been the most fantastickest birthday EVER! Manny slides his arms between my back and the sling and gives me a long hug, with his arms wrapped all the way around me. It feels so nice to be held like that, hugged but not squeezed. He kisses me on the lips, without any tongue . . . soft and gentle and lingering . . . it feels sooooooo nice. "You look really sexy in that harness. I'm glad I gave it to you. Did you have a good birthday?" I want to tell him how super duper duper duper duper it was, but I feel really tired all of a sudden. All I manage to do is nod my head and smile a little. "Do you think you can take one more fuck?" For Manny? Of course. I smile bigger and nod my head again. He slides his cock into my butt and fucks me sweet and nice. It's the perfect end to the party. I feel myself getting sleepy, like his cock is rocking me to sleep. I yawn. "Can you . . . can you . . . tell Anthony I had to . . . had to go to bed?" "Of course, little brother." "I love you, Manny." "Love you too, Juanito. Happy birthday." I think, maybe, I feel him cum in my butt, and maybe Papi comes and carries me up to bed. Or maybe I just know that's what would happen, and so I dream it.