Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2013 06:16:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: Julian - Day 4

JULIAN

Author's Note: At the end of Day 1 I promised you a detailed description of
"Julian's beautiful penis, and his wonderful balls, and his wrinkly
scrotum, and ... and ..."  Day 4 is where I try to come though on this
promise, and I hope you will be satisfied.  But I hope you also will take
the time to read the rest of this chapter, in which Julian's adventure
takes an unexpected turn when Lupita tells us a story that changes
everything ...

***

Day 4 Part A

The next morning I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing.  Glancing at the
clock I could see it was 6:30, so I knew it couldn't be my wife because she
would never call that early.  When I picked up the phone I could see it was
Julian, so when I answered I just said, "Julian, don't you ever `sleep
in'?"

"Hey man, we're on our way over – I figured I'd let ya know so ya could
get dressed or sumpthin' before we get there ..."

"We?" I asked.  "Yeah – me, and Lupita, and her kid brother," he
said. "We gotta get outta here for a while."  "Huh?" I asked.  "I'll tell
ya about it when we get there."

So I did get dressed, and I stuffed the pot and the porn in my suitcase to
hide it, and pretty soon the kids showed up.  Just as I thought, Julian was
naked except for the low-rise briefs, but he went straight upstairs to put
some regular clothes on, pretty much like the previous morning.  Lupita was
very pretty – and no, she didn't look anything like the slut in the porn
video.  She was wearing some blue-jean short-shorts, you know the kind that
young girls wear with stitched patterns or flowers on the back pockets, and
little cuffs ... I just love seeing little girls in those ... and she was
wearing a halter top so she had a bare midriff with her belly button
showing, but all in all she was presentable.  And I have to say she had
some very nice little tits for a girl her age.

But Lupita's younger brother was wearing only underwear.  Yeah, underwear,
and that was it!  He looked to be about nine years old.  "I guess we're
gonna have to stop someplace and get him some clothes," Julian said, "cuz
he can't have any of mine!"  I think the implication was I hadn't gotten
Julian enough clothes to share, and besides this kid was younger and
smaller anyways.

"So are ya gonna tell me what happened?" I asked.  "Yeah, well, Lupita's
boyfriend don't like me so much!"

"He ain't no `boyfriend'!" Lupita interjected.  "He just THINKS he's my
boyfriend.  Anyways, he'll get over it but he just need a little time."

"Yeah, and we can't be around here at the resort while he's `getting over
it' cuz he'll find us, so we're comin' with you today."  "You realize this
makes no sense, right?" I said.  "And what does any of this have to do with
him?" I asked, referring to Lupita's brother.  "He can't stay here by
himself," said Lupita, "I'm in charge of him cuz my mom & dad are
deported."

"Hey old man, ain't ya hungry?  I'm starvin'!" said Julian, and the others
nodded their heads.  "Okay well I guess I can drive us all through the
McDonalds in town or something," I said.  "Great," said Julian.  As we were
heading for the car he continued, "And then, Lupita's gonna tell you her
story, and yer really gonna like it!"

"I am not!" said Lupita.  "No, no, really!" said Julian, "you gotta tell
the old man the story – cuz he's gonna tell ya what it means!"  Now I
was intrigued.  "Waddaya mean, `what it means'?" said Lupita, "It doesn't
`mean' anything, it's just a story."

As we were all getting in the car, Julian turned to me and said, "See that?
She don't even know what it means, right?  But whenever YOU hear it, yer
gonna know 'zackly what it means!"

So we drove through McDonalds, and as I started off toward Vincent and
Julian & Lupita were making out together he goaded her into telling her
story.  This is it:

Lupita's family and almost everybody else in her barrio come from the same
tiny village in Guatemala – another little cluster of thatched huts in
the very same forest where Julian's family lived.  This forest, which was
known as the Juva Forest (pronounced "Hoova" in Spanish), had several
villages that ended up being flattened when the logging company came.  But
unlike Julian's village, the clan chief of Lupita's village had a
mushroom-induced hallucination on the day before the bulldozers showed up
in which Jesus and the angels came to him and said you will lead your
people on a long and dangerous journey and we will show you a new forest
where you shall dwell.  Of course, when the clan chief told this vision to
his people many of them were pretty skeptical, but most of them also
followed his suggestion to pack their shit and be ready, just in case.  So
when the heavy machinery showed up the very next day it made believers out
of everyone and they also had their shit packed and ready for a long and
dangerous journey.

And if you have ever seen any of those shows on the Discovery Channel or
the National Geographic Channel about illegal immigrants trying to get to
America (for example, I recently saw one as part of a series called
(conveniently enough) "Dangerous Journeys" which is where I got Lupita's
name for this story) you will know that it's not easy at all for a group of
about 40-50 forest people to travel thousands of miles, mostly by foot, and
stay together and not get caught, even if their clan chief is occasionally
getting hallucinogenic guidance from Jesus and the angels.  Their journey
took well over a year to complete, during which time Lupita was born (in
Arkansas) and about a dozen of the original group dropped out for one
reason or another, until at last the remaining Juva Forest People came to
the forest foretold to them which just happened to be on a 40-acre tract of
land just off the far end of the Fresh Links Golf Course – the only
tract of land separating the Fresh Links Resort & Casino from the Hoover
National Forest.  And this 40-acre tract was owned by none other than the
Miami Nation of Indiana Inc.

Now you might ask, how was it that the Miami Nation of Indiana came to own
a quarter-quarter-section of land – actually three separate
quarter-quarter-sections (one quarter-quarter-section = 40 acres, go back
and read your high school geography textbook) each of which abutted the
Hoover National Forest?  Good question.  This goes back to what I said in
Day 3 about how the Miami Nation organized and incorporated over the years
to pursue a number of territorial disputes and reclaim the tribe's rights
to ancient sacred lands.  And around the time that the Hoover National
Forest was established (which was in 1935) the Miami Nation was involved in
one such dispute over three forests they regarded as sacred lands because –
wait for it – tribal tradition held that people would come from afar to
dwell there under the protection of the Miami Nation.  All three forests
were scheduled to become part of the National Forest – and parts of
those forests really did end up as part of the National Forest – but to
settle the lawsuits the government turned three 40 acre tracts over to the
Miami Nation – on the condition, of course, that the Miami Tribe could
not themselves "dwell" there and could never make them part of any Indian
Reservation (a concession the federal government was very anxious to get).
After all, if people are going to "come from afar" you can't very well grab
this land for your own use, now can you?

Well, it is pretty obvious where this story is going, right?  Over the
years these tracts often seemed to be a lot more trouble than they were
worth to the Miami Nation, since the usual assortment of morons, religious
fanatics and hippies had an annoying tendency to show up, set up camp and
try to claim they were the people foretold by the tribal tradition.
Fortunately the feds gave the tribe sole discretion to kick out anybody and
everybody while they awaited the correct people.  So one morning when the
Tribal Security Officer (based at the Fresh Links Casino, of course) drove
down the little dirt road into the forest only to find yet another bunch of
strangers camped out there, she was pretty sure the Miami Nation was in for
another eviction battle.

But as soon as she got out of her patrol car and saw the Juva Forest
People, she knew.  She called the Miami Nation's regional office – which
is in the town of Lincoln because the State of Indiana would never allow
the amassing of too many tribal functions at the Fresh Links Casino for
fear of any concentration of tribal power – and let them know the forest
people had arrived.  Later that very day she drove the clan chief and a few
elders over to the office in Lincoln to meet with the Miami Nation
Corporate Board of Directors and it was a done deal.  The Hoover Forest
People were now under the protection of the Miami Nation of Indiana, who
quickly used their influence at the Fresh Links Resort & Casino to find
them all jobs with the Timeshare Resort cleaning and maintenance staff.

Now in spite of all their tremendous good fortune, this new forest was
nothing like the jungle Lupita's people had left.  It was a northern
temperate zone second growth forest where they couldn't live in thatched
huts in the winter.  But there is a small river – more like an overgrown
creek really – just inside the National Forest from the property, which
passes through all three of the original sacred forests within the National
Forest boundary, coming close to the first two tracts and even crosses the
third one, so this creek kind of acts like a line of communication between
the three sacred forests.  So that was nice.  And Lupita's people had
settled on, if you will, the "middle" one of the three forests, with the
other two forests being to the south and the northwest, respectively.

But the Miami Nation can only protect you so much, especially when it comes
to the INS.  It just so happens that Indiana has very tough "Arizona-style"
laws on illegal immigration, too (or at least, they HAD those laws until
the US Supreme Court found most of them to be unconstitutional just a
couple of days before I left on my trip).  As long as the Forest People
stayed on their new land or walked the trail to and from the Fresh Links
Resort & Casino where the Miami Nation could prevent the local sheriff or
INS from snatching them, they were pretty safe.  But you can't live like
that forever, and whenever you have to go into town for some reason, you
are at risk.  So now the Miami Nation inherited a whole new set of legal
battles, intervening whenever any of the Forest People got picked up and
trying to keep them from being deported, and then trying to assist those
who were deported to get back home to their new forest.  And this was in
fact the situation with Lupita's parents – they were deported, and they
were trying to get back home, and meanwhile Lupita and her brother were
under the direct supervision of the Miami Nation of Indiana Inc.

***

Author's Note: It has been taking me so long to write this story that now,
over six months since I wrote this chapter, immigration reform with a path
to citizenship has become a big issue in Washington, CD.  In fact, as I am
inserting this note, just yesterday the "Gang of Eight" in the US Senate
presented their reform proposal and I couldn't help fantasizing to myself
how this kind of reform will benefit the Hoover Forest People and a lot of
others like them.

***

"So anyways," said Julian, "you know what the story means, right?"  "Yeah,"
I said, "I hate to admit it, but I know 'zackly what it means!"  "What the
fuck are you guys talkin' about?" demanded Lupita.

"So say it," said Julian, "I don't wanna say it – you say it."

I almost couldn't believe I what I was about to say: "It means that Jesus
and the angels have brought you here, Julian ..."

"... to find the second forest," he completed my thought again.

"Yeah ... that's right ..." I said, almost to myself, "... and I need to
bring all you kids to the regional office in Lincoln ... right now ..."

But first I had to do something about the fact that here I was, driving
though conservative rural Indiana with three young dark-skinned migrant
worker kids in my car, one of whom was sitting right next to me almost
completely naked and the other two were making out in the back seat and
gradually taking more and more of each others' clothes off too.  And I
certainly did not want to stop them from doing that, actually I adjusted
the rear-view mirror so I would watch those two kids making out and
undressing each other and check out Lupita's tits and they were sucking
face and reaching right into each others' crotches and feeling each other
up and I was getting a big hard-on but I was still worrying about whether a
sheriff patrol car might pull up next to us and see what was going on and
the little nearly-naked boy was cuddling up to me and I was letting him do
that like a total perverted idiot and then ...

"Whoa!!" I swerved out of the way of an on-coming pick-up truck.  "Are you
gonna, like, drive, or get us all killt?" Julian demanded.  "Uh, drive, I
think," I said, and then I tried to redirect his attention by asking, "and
so what is this kid doing cuddling up to me like this?  And what's yer
name, anyway?"  "Florito," he said, looking up at me.

Julian just laughed. "Oh I didn't tell ya – he's gay!"

"Am not!" Florito protested, but it was no use – he was ssssoooooooo
obvious ... and now I was in real trouble, because I had a boner AND a
little nearly-naked brown queer boy snuggling up to me and I was trying to
drive and watch Julian and Lupita make out in the back seat.

There are a couple of little towns on Highway 15 between Fresh Links and
Lincoln, such as Shores and Loochee-koochee, but I didn't see anyplace I
could buy the queer boy some clothes until we came to Montpelier, which is
the last town before Lincoln.  There is a Wal-Mart there.  When I came out
of the store and was handing the clothes over to Florito, I heard Lupita
talking to Julian about the Amish people – it so happens that there is a
pretty large Amish community just north of Montpelier.  "Yeah, yeah," I
said, "You remember them, Julian, those people that were standing around
the car we saw stuck in the ditch in Kentucky – they were Amish people."

Lupita was trying to explain how the Miami Nation regional office in
Lincoln had enlisted the help of these very-close-by Amish people to help
the Hoover Forest People live according to their tribal traditions in their
forest, without electricity or modern conveniences, and set up a legal
one-room schoolhouse in conformance with Indiana law – all of which had
to be done, if you think about it.  In fact, the school that the forest
people had set up in their tiny village was technically an Amish School,
and they were using the school books and supplies provided by the David
County Amish Educational Cooperative.

Julian was not so keen on the idea of giving up TV and cell phones and air
conditioning to go live in the forest.  "Ya oughta see this `village' they
got in the forest, old man, it's got thatched huts and a ceremonial
clearing and everybody jumps in the river to go swimmin'!"  "Well I don't
know, Julian," I said, "That actually sounds kinda nice to me ..."  "Yeah
but that's just for the summer," said Lupita, "In the winter we use the
cabins and trailers, and they're heated, and that's where we have school
too."  "Booorrrrriinnnnggg!!" Julian sang out, but Lupita snapped back "Oh
yeah! – like you got it so good in one of yer shit-holes!"  Ouch! –
The truth hurts, don't it Julian?  "Besides," I said, "it looks like you
can go use the resort facilities any time ya want too, right?"  "Yeah,
right," Lupita chimed in, and that seemed to shut Julian up.

Soon enough we were in Lincoln, and of course Lupita knew right where the
office was.  "They all know us here," she said.  "Aren't'cha go come in
with us?" said Julian.  "Sounds like Lupita's got everything under
control," I said, "and seriously, if Jesus and the angels got you this far,
you really are not gonna need my help in there.  And I have an appointment
to meet an old guy in Farmlandville.  But hey, I'll be right back here to
pick y'all up this evening and you can tell me how everything turns out."
Then I made sure they had enough cash to provide for their needs for the
day, and I headed off.

Well I did have an appointment to meet a 90 year old guy.  It was a guy the
genealogist referred me to because he is a member of my grandmother's
family – specifically, his mother was my grandmother's first cousin –
and he knows where all the farm houses were and "where all the bodies are
buried" (literally).  But just like yesterday I am not going bore you with
a long description of my day – except to say that it turned out the
affects of the coal mining were not nearly as bad as originally advertised.
There are definitely coal mines, but it's not like the whole place looks
like the surface of the moon or anything.  It was actually a relief, but as
I thought about it I realized that only makes for an even greater disparity
between what happened to my ancestral village and what happened to Julian's
ancestral village – which was completely destroyed.  So in that sense,
my initial relief turned into another guilt trip – until I thought about
how Jesus and the angels had guided me and my car to pick up Julian and
bring him here, just so they could show him a new forest for his people.
That cheered me right up.

Late in the afternoon, as I was walking around a cemetery with the old guy
looking for my grandmother's maternal grandparents' grave – and not
finding it – Julian called.  "We're back at the house," he said, "The
Indians drove us back here.  Lupita and Florito can stay over tonight,
okay?"  "Oh sure," I said, "Why don't you and Lupita set yourselves up in
the big bedroom – I want you guys to have the best!"  Translation: Oh
please, Julian, take the best bed in the house – and be sure to fuck
your brains out in it!  I'll just fantasize about that and get a big
hard-on!  I could hear him giggling ... "Just put my suitcase in the other
bedroom.  Umm, so anyway, how'd everything go today?" I asked.

"Great!  We called my Uncle Tito, and he's coming to see the forest, and he
should be here by tomorrow night."  "Oh good!" I said.  "Yeah, well, he's
the only one in the family that has a car, and he needs ta go to North
Carolina first to pick up the clan chief and a couple'a elders."  Then he
whispered into the phone, "That means my mom & dad can't fit in the car –
so what, right?"  Now it was my turn to giggle.  Then in a normal voice he
continued, "And the Indians told Uncle Tito he needs ta bring my birth
certificate too."  "Oh yeah! – that's really important!" I said.  "Why?"
"Because it proves you're an American citizen – once you have that, the
INS and the cops can't touch you."

"Cool!" he said. "So anyways, when're ya gonna be here?" "A couple of
hours," I said, "Why?" "Cuz the little flower boy is pissin' me off
(Florito = "little flower")!  Ya gotta keep him away from us we can't get
no privacy!"  "OOOooooooohhhhhh ..." I observed.  "Hey, ya want me to bring
you guys something to eat?"  "Yeah, great!"  Then there was some swooshy
sounds and I heard him say "Hey – get away from me you faggot!" and he
hung up.

Ohh-kayyyy ... well, this is gonna be different ...

That day I took the precaution of making my evening phone call to my wife
from my car, just as I was coming out of the Hoover National Forest and
into the town of Fresh Links.  As I was talking to her I also pulled into
the local Historic Train Ride parking lot to see about their schedule –
only to discover that it only runs a few times per week, I wasn't gonna be
able to take the Wednesday ride because I was going to have to get back to
Farmlandville early the next morning, and the next ride wouldn't be until
Saturday afternoon, after I'd have left town for home.  I shared my
disappointment with my wife, told her I love her and missed her, and said
my goodbyes for the night.  Then I drove through McDonald's to pick up
dinner.

And when I did get back to the timeshare, things immediately got off to a
rollicking start.  I walked in with an armload of papers and stuff the old
man gave me and a bag of burgers and fries and drinks, and the camera and
camcorder too, and parked it all on the kitchen counter.  Ahead and to the
right of me in the living room the TV was blaring with some cartoons and
three nearly naked brown children were all fighting and arguing.  I guess
the little flower boy really must've been as annoying as Julian said,
because by this time Julian had him by the neck in a scissor lock on the
floor and he was yelling "Ow-oww! Lemmee go Julian! Ow!"  But as I stared
at the two boys for those few seconds I didn't care about the flower boy's
pain – in fact it was kind of a turn-on.  There he was, wriggling and
dressed only in his underpants, with Julian's bare legs wrapped around his
neck.  And the only thing Julian was wearing was his extra-short,
extra-revealing burgundy shorts – and yes!  As the young boy wriggled
and flailed his arms around, Julian's prick kept flopping out!  And last
but not least, inside his underpants that little queer had an obvious
stiffy!  Holy shit!  It was just like some kind of pedophile "near-porn,"
like you might see on http://imgsrc.ru/cat/16-deti.html !!

I only wished I could've grabbed my camera in time to shoot my very own
near-porn photos, but in a few seconds it was all over.  Lupita, who also
had been dressed only in her cute little pink panties when I walked through
the door, reached over and grabbed her halter top and put that on, and
said, "Okay okay Julian – ya don't hafta kill him!"  "Yeah well now that
the gringo's here, HE can deal with him!" Julan said, and let Florito go.

As the little boy stood up and stuck his tongue out and yelled "Eat me!" I
walked into the living room and tried to act like the mature adult.  "No
chance of that!" Julian got in the last word. "Okay that's enough," I said,
picking up the TV remote to at least turn the volume down.  "Besides, I've
got some food for ya, I assume you're all hungry."  "Yeah!" they all
agreed, and made for the dining table.  "Good," I continued, "and after
that, YOU (pointing at Florito) are gonna leave them alone."
"OOoooooohhhhh ..." he said, but he was giving in to my authority.  Which
was a good thing because I definitely wanted to give Julian and Lupita as
much opportunity as possible to get back to whatever they were doing before
I got there, as soon as they were done eating.  Please kids, please don't
bother getting dressed to eat dinner!  I wonder if Julian will cooperate by
letting me watch the show later on ... ?

Now it just occurred to me that I've said almost nothing about the floor
plan of this timeshare unit, but I need to do that or else you won't be
able to appreciate the logistics of the upcoming sex scenes.  This is a
2-story townhouse unit, with the kitchen, dining room and living room on
the first floor and both bedrooms upstairs.  As you walk into the unit
there is a small foyer, then the kitchen is on the left or you can continue
until the living room opens on your right.  So as I said a little earlier,
when I was standing in the kitchen looking out over the breakfast bar
counter the living room was ahead on the right.  The dining table where the
kids were now eating was straight ahead of me.  The stairs were directly to
my right and they went up to a landing, then switched back and went up to
the two second-floor bedrooms and a balcony with a commanding view of the
entire living room.

As I watched the kids chow down, I realized that the best way to get the
little flower boy out of Julian & Lupita's hair was to send him straight to
bed after dinner.  That would have some distinct advantages.  First, it
puts the greatest possible distance between him and them – but only if
they stay in the living room.  If they were to go upstairs to continue
their make out session in the master bedroom, they'll be right next to him
and I'm sure they wouldn't want that!  Second, I'll have to enforce
Florito's bedtime by standing guard upstairs at least until he falls
asleep, which will be one more reason for Julian & Lupita to stay
downstairs and make out on the couch in the living room.  BUT – that
just means I'll be upstairs in the gathering darkness of the evening,
looking over the balcony and watching the whole show!  Wow!!  Don't forget
to bring your camcorder upstairs when you send the kid brother to bed!

And so, that's what I did.  When supper was over Florito offered some
resistance but remember, it was almost 9:30 pm even though it was only just
starting to get dark outside, and that really is a reasonable time to force
a nine-year-old to go to bed, so it wasn't long before I was able to impose
my will on him.  Upstairs you go!  And here I come to make sure you do as I
say, discreetly snatching the camcorder on my way out of the kitchen.

Now, another logistical consideration here was that the master bedroom
which I had turned over to the two lovebirds has of course just one
king-sized bed, whereas the second bedroom has 2 full-sized beds.  This
meant that eventually I was going to be in there too, sleeping in the same
bedroom as the little flower boy.  I was not looking forward to that, but I
figured the best I could do was to make him sleep in the bed furthest from
the door.  Then I took a position on the other bed closer to the door and
enforced Florito's bedtime from there.  He did not like it, but really, it
was late enough that once the lights were out and I got him to lay still in
bed, it wasn't that long before he dozed off.

Once I was sure Florito was really asleep, I very quietly picked up the
camcorder from where I had stashed in on the floor beside my bed, eased
open the bedroom door, crept out and peeked over the balcony.  Holy shit –
Julian and Lupita were already well into the steamiest hot underage sex I
have ever seen – oh wait, it's the ONLY steamy hot underage sex I have
ever seen!  There was Julian sitting in the center of the couch, legs
spread wide to give Lupita plenty of room as she knelt in front of him on
the floor and fondled his hard penis with both hands, giving it little
kisses and smiling up at his handsome face while they whispered to each
other in Span-glish.  The lamp beside the couch was on, illuminating the
entire scene.  I looked around to find the perfect perch, closest to the
action, where I could lay discreetly on the floor of the balcony and look
through the railing and watch without being seen, and where I could set up
and monitor the camcorder ... and then I very quietly stripped naked and
parked my clothes under the bed, taking only my low-rise briefs with me to
the balcony just in case ... just in case of what?  If I were to get caught
out there on the balcony naked like a total pervert, filming two young kids
fucking, what good would having a pair of low-rise briefs do me ...?

Day 4 Part B (Julian's Penis)

I should begin by pointing out just how very close I really was to Julian's
penis once I found my perfect spot to watch those two kids fuck and record
the entire thing on video.  As I said just a few paragraphs ago, this
balcony offered a commanding view of the entire living room, especially
including the couch where Lupita was making ready to give Julian his hot
steamy blow-job.  And I think it's worth pointing out that as in any
typical two-story home, the second floor is only about ten feet above the
first.  I had gotten myself and my camcorder right down on the floor,
looking through the railing so I could be as close as possible.  And even
though I was looking at somewhat of an angle as I peered down from the
balcony floor level, it's worth pointing out that Julian's penis was about
24 inches above the first floor because he was after all slouching on the
couch.  That certainly made up for any additional distance resulting from
the affect of looking down at an angle – so at that time I couldn't
possibly have been more than ten feet from Julian's penis.  And if you
would take a moment to get a tape measure and measure out ten feet, I'm
sure you will agree that it's really not very far!

I should also point out that in addition to having a little swiveling LED
monitor screen on the camcorder to make sure it was pointed correctly the
entire time, it just so happens that I have a little remote control that I
can use to adjust the zoom without jiggling the camera itself – so I was
completely ready to zoom in as close as necessary to record any upcoming
blow job, or doggy-fuck, or cum shot, or Lupita eating the cum off Julian's
tummy, or anything else that was about to happen.  I was ready.

And so, there was Julian sitting in the center of the couch, legs spread
wide to give Lupita plenty of room as she knelt in front of him on the
floor and fondled his hard penis with both hands, giving it little kisses
and smiling up at his handsome face while they whispered to each other in
Span-glish.  As she continued to play with Julian's balls and began to lick
his tender sperm tube and he began to moan with pleasure, I zoomed in and
began to examine Julian's penis in as much detail as possible from 10 feet
away.

Julian's penis was a deep shade of golden brown, a little darker even than
the rest of his beautiful naked body.  Even so, it wasn't so dark as to
make it difficult for me to get a good close look at every wrinkle and
every blood vessel in its skin as Lupita licked them and kissed them so
gently.  Julian's penis stood straight and tall and hard – which was a
really good thing, because I'm sure you will agree that whenever you're
watching a porn video it's ssssoooooo annoying if the dude's prick is
deformed in some way, like it bends to one side or has some kind of lump on
it or something!  But Julian's penis stood straight and tall and hard, so
each time Lupita licked her tongue more aggressively up and down, up and
down Julian's hard penis I could see all those wrinkles and blood vessels
getting dragged up his hard shaft, only to slide back into place as
Lupita's tongue continued on its journey.

Julian's penis was also a rather impressive size for a boy his age.  No,
I'm not saying it was some kind of grotesquely huge monster that would make
Lupita gag whenever she tried to lower her mouth down onto it – oh no,
we wouldn't want that!  But Julian's penis was certainly large enough to be
a sight to behold in the evening light, and as Lupita finally did take it
into her pretty young mouth and suck on it lovingly, I noticed that she
really could not get the entire penis into her mouth before the tip hit the
back of her throat.  Instead, she had to back off a little bit, and grab
the base of Julian's shaft and jerk him off a little bit as she sucked his
beautiful cock and as she did this, again I could see and record all those
wrinkles and blood vessels getting dragged up and down, up and down his
hard shaft, only to slide back into place as Lupita's lips continued on
their journey.

The crown of Julian's penis was a slightly lighter color than the deep
shade of golden brown that cloaked his shaft, and that made it stand out
boldly each time Lupita removed her mouth from her sensuous blow job to
catch her breath.  As she gazed upon Julian's crown and continued to jerk
him off I swear I could see the crown pulsing and pounding as the blood
coursed through it with every beat of Julian's heart.  Lupita kissed the
crown, and licked the crown, and stuck her tongue into it's cute little
pee-hole, and then she put just that crown into her mouth for a moment and
gently made love to Julian's crown even as she continued to jerk off his
shaft.

As I zoomed in as close as possible I could see that Lupita was drooling
and letting that drool dribble down onto the tip of Julian's tender hot
prick.  I imagined how Julian could feel it just for the moment before her
little tongue touched his cock.  Lupita continued as sloowwwly and softly
as she could sliding her lips onto Julian's hot stiff pole, sloowwwlly
sloowwwlly going down onto his cock until it was all the way into her mouth
and down her throat as far as she could get it without choking.  She must
have known that's just what Julian wanted, and she must have wanted more
than anything to make his penis feel good.  It was obvious how she loved
Julian's penis.  She loved how Julian's penis tasted, and she could feel
Julian's penis throbbing and pounding in her mouth as she sucked on it. She
was in love, no doubt about it, she had fallen hard for Julian's throbbing
pounding hot penis.  She kept Julian's penis way down her throat like that
and sloowwwly slid her tongue back and forth, back and forth across
Julian's throbbing member.  Then, as she was doing that, she very sloowwwly
started to play with Julian's balls, sticking her little fingers into the
scrotum and gently twisting them around and feeling his beautiful balls
float around in there.  Julian had a little happy trail of pubic hair just
above his penis, and as Lupita kept Julian's penis way down her throat like
that and sloowwwly slid her tongue back and forth, I could see that pubic
hair gently fluttering with her every breath.  Then she very sloowwwly
began to slide her mouth up to the tip of his penis, playing with his
wonderful balls all the time, licked the crown of his penis a few times and
giving it little kisses and rubbing it all over her face and kissing it a
few more times before very sloowwwly and softly as she could sliding her
lips onto Julian's hot stiff pole, sloowwwlly sloowwwlly going down onto
his cock until it was all the way into her mouth and down her throat as far
as she could get it without choking.  She must have known that's just what
Julian wanted, and she must have wanted more than anything to make his
penis feel good.  It was obvious how she loved Julian's penis.  She loved
how Julian's penis tasted, and she could feel Julian's penis throbbing and
pounding in her mouth as she sucked on it. She was in love, no doubt about
it, she had fallen hard for Julian's throbbing pounding hot penis.  She
kept Julian's penis way down her throat like that and sloowwwly slid her
tongue back and forth, back and forth across Julian's throbbing member.
Then, as she was doing that, she very sloowwwly continued playing with
Julian's balls, sticking her little fingers into the scrotum and gently
twisting them around and feeling his beautiful balls float around in there.
Then she very sloowwwly began to slide her mouth up to the tip of his
penis, playing with his wonderful balls all the time, licked the crown of
his penis a few times and giving it little kisses and rubbing it all over
her face and kissing it a few more times before very sloowwwly and softly
as she could sliding her lips onto Julian's hot stiff pole, sloowwwlly
sloowwwlly going down onto his cock until it was all the way into her mouth
and down her throat as far as she could get it without choking ...

And this hot, sloowww blow-job continued for several minutes, and I could
hear Julian moaning in painful delight each time Lupita sloowwwly slid her
tongue back and forth, back and forth across Julian's throbbing member.  He
cupped his hands around Lupita's pretty head and guided her as she
continued to suck his cock.  But just as it seemed that Julian was going to
get out of control and shoot his hot sticky cum all over the place, Lupita
backed off ... no, she didn't want him to cum right now ... she didn't want
Julian to cum until he was fucking her, ramming his hard penis deeper and
deeper into her steaming cunt and sending her into a mind-blowing orgasm
... and of course that's exactly what I wanted too, so I really appreciated
her self-control at that moment.

Then it was Julian's turn to get on the floor and eat pussy.  Lupita sat in
the center of the couch and returned the favor Julian had just given her by
spreading her legs as wide as possible and humping her pussy up,
sssssoooooo ready to be stimulated by Julian's hot young lips, and fingers,
and tongue.  And as Julian positioned himself between her pretty legs I had
a great opportunity to zoom in as much as my camcorder would allow and get
some great close-up shots of her golden brown latino cunt.  Then Julian
began eating her pussy, flicking his tongue across her aching clit even as
he stuck his middle finger up her love canal and swirling it around –
and he seemed to be a real expert at that because Lupita was yelping and
urging him on (well, I assume that's what she was doing because everything
she yelped was in Spanish) and Julian smiled and finger-fucked her while he
aggressively licked her clit.  By this time I had such a raging hard-on I
was having trouble keeping myself from cumming too soon – and I
definitely did not want to cum right then – I was hoping Julian would
fuck that little chiquita doggy-style, just like the way I had watched him
fuck Estrellita on the DVD the night before.  I really, really wanted to
see that, so I let my cock throb by itself, and occasionally tickled it a
little but not so much as to send me over the edge.

But after a few minutes of getting her hot young pussy eaten it became
obvious that Lupita was getting more and more aroused, so that her yelps of
encouragement became moans and groans separated only by a few well-chosen
Spanish curses, and as her body began to tense up and she began to pound
her head against the back of the couch Julian had to clamp his hands onto
her legs to keep them steady as he ground his face into the little latino
bitch's pussy and suddenly she let out a sustained very loud grunt of
delight while her crotch twisted and gyrated. Then she grabbed Julian by
the hair and yanked him off her pussy while he giggled and looked up into
her pretty face.  Then he climbed up onto the couch and those two golden
brown children clung to each other and sucked face for a few minutes.  My
prick was so hard I could hardly stand it.

And then ... then my patience was rewarded – and by that I mean, my
patience waiting for the time when those two kids were gonna fuck like a
couple of dirty barrio dogs.  Lupita arranged herself laying on her tummy
on the edge of the couch with one leg on the floor and the other with her
knee jammed into the couch between the seat and back cushions, so her
pretty little ass was actually lifted up in the air a ways.  Then Julian
got himself ready to fuck the shit out of her from behind – but the
truly good news was, from the angle at which I was looking down from the
balcony, Lupita had her head pointed in my direction.  Therefore, Julian
was also facing in my direction. And although this meant I wouldn't be able
to see Lupita's cunt, I was going to get a full frontal view of Julian as
he fucked her, and that would include lots of opportunities to see Julian's
penis, hard and slimy with pussy juice, as he slammed it deep into her cunt
over and over.

Now I guess I should admit here that, well let's face it, neither Julian
nor Lupita were professional porn stars so their approach to intercourse
was a bit amateurish – BUT – whatever they may have lacked in skill
they sure made up for in enthusiasm!  Julian was bangin' the shit out her
and from where I was perched I couldn't really tell whether he was ramming
his hard cock into her cunt hole or her tight ass, or alternating, they
were both groaning and growling and cussing like animals.  Holy shit!  But
one draw-back of all this was that they were constantly bouncing and
re-arranging themselves all over the couch, so it was pretty difficult for
me to get the close-ups I would have liked of Julian's penis plunging into
a little bitch's cunt.  Oh well – most of the time I had to zoom out to
a point where the camera took in almost the whole couch.

Finally Julian was ready to blast his cum, and at that point I could see
that Julian really was fucking Lupita up the ass, and that was where he
delivered his load of cum.  They both collapsed on the couch together,
breathing heavy and kissing and cuddling and whispering to each other in
Spanish and feeling each other up.  I crouched up in the balcony and
watched them and stroked my prick while they recovered.

And then, eventually, they sat up in the couch together, kissed and
smooched some more, and collected what few clothes they had laying around
the living room floor and made ready to come upstairs to continue their sex
play in the master bedroom.  They didn't put any of their clothes on, no
they were still naked and beautiful, but I guess they wanted to have those
clothes with them in the bedroom whenever they woke up next morning.  And
meanwhile, I discreetly closed down the camcorder and crawled over into the
darkest, farthest corner of the balcony I could see – behind even the
table, but with my head sticking out so I could watch the kids when they
came upstairs.  And even though the kids left one of the lamps on
downstairs by the couch in the living room, I was pretty sure I was well
hidden back in that dark corner.

And after a few moments, first I could hear them coming up the stairs, and
then I could see them as they slowly approached the top of the stairs in
the distance, smooching and cuddling as they went.  It was ssssoooooo cute.
And then, as they walked across the short distance from the top of the
stairs to the bedroom door, JULIAN LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME WITH A BIG
SHIT-EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE!!  And then they were gone.

Oh shit!  I was totally caught!  I just stayed there in the dark corner of
the balcony for a few minutes, humiliated.  Then I could hear them in the
bedroom, obviously picking things up right where they had left them off
downstairs ... so I quietly got up from my pointless "hiding place" and
stood for a moment in front of the railing, looking down at the living room
and listening to the soft sound of underage sex coming from inside the
master bedroom.  Soon I had a painful erection again, so I stood there and
jerked off ... and when I came, I stuck my prick through the railing and
watched my cum drop down and spatter all over one of the chairs in the
living room.  Then, picking up the camcorder and my low-rise briefs, I made
my way to bed.