Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2014 20:40:10 -0700 From: Aihu Fist Subject: Piglet PIGLET by Aihu Fist So, I found out that Pedrito, my little Piggy bank had no dad or brother and because of that his mum asked me to become his godfather. I said I was going to think about it, because I knew what it entailed. I would be responsable for all the expenditures for school and so on and so forth. I did not want to commit myself to such a relationship and refused to be the cash cow they thought I was. Piggy had been an experience in itself and I was quite taken by it, in so much that I thought of finding myself another piglet. I hung around for weeks around different schools to see what kind of students and how many sometimes travelled by themselves all the way into the hills and them having to walk for a mile or so on their own. I took chances, I know, but in the end it paid off. One of those chicken buses coughed its way from downtown centre of la Ciudad del Socavon (coal mine) to a pueblo called El Purgatorio, both places referred to the underworld in Christian terms. It was in hell that I thrived and the angel that travelled to the purgatory was too cute and to close to my clutches to let go off. Sometimes the buses do not have enough oil or water and hence, abort the final destination. This old car suffered a bout of asthma wheezings so I got up from my seat, walked over to the driver to pay my fare, and told him he could drop me off here and he could return to the depot. I would be fine, I hear myself say. The boy in the back, however, remained seated. The driver turned around and barked: "I have not got all day, boy. Get out and walk." The young boy who looked not much different in bulk from Piggy, but he was probably just twelve, and bore his weight like a valiant soldier. The school he was enrolled in had a uniform for boys and girls. He had red cotton shorts just above the knee, and a scouts-like cap. He words sandals with red socks. His legs were hairless which were of an indian brown tan. I pretended not to want to know of him and walked up the steep slope. The road was a dirt road full of rocks and potholes, so I scanned the environment and saw no houses whatsoever within a hundred yards. The way he walked was going to take him and me two hours before we reached the village. "Senor," I heard, "senor, por favor," can you help me?" I stopped and let the spanglish penetrate my ears and guts. He had learned some English at school. Good! I turned around and I saw the boy standing still by his schoolbag and staring at me. "Que pasa, nino?" I asked, as I walked toward him. Just like Piggy he was drenched in sweat allover his body. The sun beat the shit out of us, I had to find some shade quickly. I needed a shady place for both of us, pun intended. "I cannot walk anymore, sir. I am tired." "OK, boy, do not worry. Let me take your schoolbag and follow me to that tree over there. We climbed a little slope covered in dry grass and and through some brush and ferns we reached the tall and broad mango tree. No one in sight, we had the place to ourselves. This was a young big Indio boy, high cheekbones told me he came from a proud mestizo family but with a lot of indian blood. The pitch-black hair and thin dark fuzz on his upper lip and temples gave me the shivers of desire. "You have some water in your schoolbag, boy?" "Si, senor." he said sheepishly. I reached for the bag, found the water bottle and gave it to him. He drank eagerly, water running down from his chin. While he had his eyes gazing at the sky with the bottle high up pouring more into his gullet, I gawked at his crotch. He offered me some water, but I declined. " Why don't you relax, boy? You need rest. I will take care of you, do not worry. Close your eyes and sleep a bit." I took of my shirt, shoes and trousers and enjoyed a gentle breeze which it so enjoyable to sit there and wait for things to unfold. He was a stout boy for his age, crew cut hairstyle and all, he was cute and attractive despite his obese body. He did not undress, but he did close his eyes and I saw his body was not that tense anymore. I could not resist and began the sex language he had not experienced yet. "Baby boy, You should take off those tight clothes, you know...it is far too hot for you to keep it all on." He said nothing until I unbuttoned his shirt and belt while I was explaining all of what I liked about him. He wore a white vest underneath the shirt and probably a matching white pair of briefs under his shorts. By the time I had unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned his fly he came alive and said: "NO." "SI" I said, and he said no more. "Lift your bum, because I am going to take those shorts down." He did so and stared at me as if he had become transfixed or had frozen up. "Good boy, do not fear. Daddy loves you very much." There he was lying in the high grass out of sight from any passerby, if there was any...His tummy glistened with perspiration, his tithes were a dark chocolate with pinkie spots around the core. Something he had not under control was his willy in the briefs. Slowly but surely something was getting very hard down there. My hand moved around the his navel in which I spat a wad of hot saliva. Instantly I created a little pond from which I drew lines of spit toward his erogenous zone.then,in a surprise attack I pounced his teabag and held on to it firmly. He gasped in surprise. The frost had gone and in place came curiosity and willingness to learn. "What you going to do, uncle?" He piped. "I want to discover you from top to toe, each nook and cranny of your chocolate temple." "I do not understand, uncle." "You will, when you close your eyes and then you will enjoy more." Eyes closed, mouth shut, legs open, his Tinky Winky erect and a virgin cave waiting for exploration, how nice a day it was going to be for us. With one finger I touched the head of the boy's pecker, then I slid it down the shaft and circled it around the ridges of the baby pouch that came with it. Ooh, now that gave him goosebumps. Below his little sac, it was wet enough to follow suit and slide down the cleft that would lead me to his precious pucker hole, which, much like the ball sac, was still hairless. I kept my finger ready to lodge it indoors. To my surprise the boy did not resist or squirm; he kept his eyes tight. Next, I added another finger to help the first one separate the plump and sweaty buttocks. Without any further ado, our lad pulled up his legs which gave me the chance to rip his undies off this ankles. Down came the briefs and in seconds I had the entire package on display for grabs. TAKE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN, the little devil in me spoke. Yes, his boney willy surged upwards and wanted some of the action, for sure. The rest was a piece of cake; I pinned his legs on his bulbous tummy which made him fart. But no worries, it did not smell. I had opened the vaseline jar and buttered him down there...My trousers and briefs had come down as well and out came my hairy sac and cock. His ankles, clasped in my hands, made it easier from me to lower my hips and touch base. When the tip of my cock head felt the soft and warm wrinkles of the tiny hole there was no more holding back. Just as I wanted to enter I heard: "Uncle, please do it slowly, please..." "S s sure," I stammered. He seemed to have understood what was happening. I got my head in and waited a few seconds.The boy grit his teeth, then bit his lower lip but said nothing at all, not even a whimper. Another shove and I was half way in. I was so hot I could not stop myself talking dirty. I always do when i fuck. So I spoke some Spanish lingo and blurted: "O que rico, mi querido mariquita. te voy a dar todo, tu culito voy a calientar, mi gusta tu culito...ah si." "Faster, uncle, faster, please," the boy hissed. "Ok, little faggot of mine, I'll give you all of it." I rode as if my life depended on it. Then I leaned over totally and my belly hit his and my mouth met his. I nearly ripped his tongue out. Still pounding his sore ass. "Who fucked you before mariquita?" "Mi profe." "Your teacher, huh?" "Who do you prefer, baby." "Tu, tio (you uncle)." Wow, he was not a virgin. Another push and a question: "How long ago was that?" "Three years ago, too." "Only him?" "No, some of the older boys at school too. They wait for me out of school and then they take me." He wound me up like hell. I nearly pushed my balls up his little whore arse. I finally pulled out and turned him over. He was one big cushion to bounce on. Open went his little cave and I was in in seconds. Then when finally near climax turned him over once more and nibbled at his dicky with a passion worthy of a rugby player. I mean guys, this was porky banquet. Just imagine the baby foreskin of his, mocha brown, rolling that up and down and up and down again. I lapped op his sweet tasting ball bag until it gleamed, I nearly saw my reflection in it. "Ooooh si tio....please, uncle continue, put your finger in my culito (arsy), my favourite place." My hand that lay over his entire package crept toward a soggy little cavity which he called culito. My middle finger dug in first and spun a few laps. In minutes three fingers widened the culito turned pussy and started pumping cockwise, while my mouth had found his dicky still trembling with lust for more. My other hand sought out his boobs, cause boobs he had. The nipples hardened under the constant squeezing and finally our little boy started shaking allover, wiggling his fat arse and Michelin hips. Oh, I loved those love handles, especially when he was back on his tummy and I could fasten my hands on them and ride this overweight pony. He pumped all he had in my big trap, it was like a cherub pissing on my tongue. Then it was my turn and I shot five times his load in his dark and wet tunnel. It was a sunny afternoon and we remained glued body to body, petting one another. "I love you, piggy boy. You are my little lechon (baby pig), my dick feels safe in you." "I know too, I know, teacher said my arse was the best he had ever known. And he has had many boys at school. No one tells on him, see, because he is very nice to us in the classroom. Also he allows us to fuck him too. A boy ever fucked you, tio?" "No, I do not like that. I am always on top, lechon. His words were barely cold when three older boys in their late teens jumped out of the high grass. "Do you think so gringo?" "Oh my god, Francisco, Hernando and Almagro, what are you doing here?" Lechon piped. "Shut up, lechon, we have followed you, because we wanted to jump you like the gringo did. We heard what you like. You are the little school whore, mariquita puta, no?" Lechon said nothing more and lowered his head in shame. I was in trouble. One came behind lechon and put his foot on the boy's tummy. "Stay were you are, dumb runt." He said and flashed a knife in the air. "Francisco, Por favor," lechon stammered." Do not hurt me, please." Francisco winked at his mates who pierced the air with their knives, and said: "Take the gringo and tie him to the tree." Yes, they were well prepared: Had they planned to tie up the boy to the tree and changed plans when they saw he was picked up by the kid? Three knives was a lot of power and I knew it. Francisco ripped his knife through my clothes and found my money and credit cards. The two others had put me face to the tree and began winding the rope around the tree and me. Hernando squeezed my bare butt as if he was checking out the quality of meat. "Que culasso este gringo tiene!" He chuckled. "I prefer our little whore," Almagro whispered, while he strode toward the boy who looked at Francisco for help or a pardon. Alamagro got rid of his jeans like his brothers had done, sat himself down by the boy's loins, and grabbed his limp cock. "Que bonito, que gostoso; I like it, really I do, piglet." Almagro continued pulling the foreskin until the boy got hard. "You like it too, don't you boy: Sweet child of mine." The young man manhandled all he could while in the background he heard Francisco and Hernando debate about me. "So, you want to be first?" "Bro, I told you that I prefer gringo arses to cholo arses. Now that I have one in front of me, I want to try it. I never fucked a gringo, have you?" "No, hermano, I have not, you are right. He will probably bear your big garancha better than mine. I can wait, you go ahead, while I get some piece of the action with Almagro's prey. "Look, Francisco, this piglet's piggy tail is so cute, you want to blow it while he blows my horn?" "Sure, cousin, it remains all in the family." Francisco played with Lechon's pink cock head which he had rolling between both hands. "Open your mouth, mariquito, let my big sausage be the best meal you had today." Piglet did what he was told and sucked the youngster as hard as he could muster. "Ooh si, you really are a pro, boy." Piglet was all wet from the perineum down to his little hole. Francisco found it soggy enough to attempt a first stab with his middle finger. The boy moaned while receiving the Almagro's teabag in his mouth. "Lick, goddammit, better than that, you hear?" "I had Hernando preparing my arse with the vaseline he found in my pockets. We were all naked and enjoying but me. I had always been in control and now someone was going to pop my cherry who was ten years my junior. "Hey baby. that's is how they say, no, in your country? Baby, I love, you, baby baby...but the gringas are just blonde whores, don't you agree. And now you are a marica who loves latino maracas like this piglet. What do you think of my gun up your marica cunt, huh? "Ouch," I grunted. He had thrusted his cock in me and it was painful. "Please, don't do this, I am a man. Men only fuck and do not get fucked, do they? "Oh, you are a philosopher, hey?" "Ouuuch!!" Another stab of his went all the way up mine. I felt his pubic hair tickling my skin. "I think you ought to stop whining, `cause now I am going to use you like you used our piglet. Take it! Here, and one more, and more, agaiiiiiiin, diiiiii, hijo de puta, toms y toma!!!!" My dick had gone from hard to limp: I did not enjoy being raped, my dick being flattened and crushed against the bark of the tree, bruising my foreskin. My legs had been spread while they tied me to the tree. Hernando just carried on. "I love your skin, baby, real gringo skin to bite in. "Ouch" "And lick." "Aieeeee:" I could not pull away from the pumping and biting, however, I tried to concentrate on what was going on with piglet. "Get on all fours, lechoncito.!" "That is better, `Cisco," Almagro spoke. "You, carajo, come here and let him suck me now," Cisko said. I understood enough Spanish to realise they were tearing to pieces my precious find. The sounds they all made did not leave too much to the imagination: snorting, smacking, slurping. "Leave him to me, Cisco, your dick is much too big for him." "I can't I am nearly there, the little hijo de puta knows his job too well." "I told you Cisco, this kid has done the rounds at school. Oh, gosh, I, I, am comiiiing, carajo, tomaaaaaa!!!" It may have been coincidence but they unloaded themselves simultaneously. Hernando got stuck in my already sore arse with shudders felt all the way though my guts. "Move over the Lechon, let him clean up his dear uncle's mess. They laughed hard enough about what they saw unfolding in front of them. Piglet's tongue was warm and a solace to me. He ran it carefully through the sperm clotted hairs that made up a forest around my anus. Then someone pushed his face into it which caused them to giggle hilariously. "Hey piglet, here some more, fresh from the bull," I heard Hernando jeer. He had gone hard again and shot some more right on my bum, which piglet began licking up right off the bat. "He's good, isn't he, " Cisco chuckled. "Yes, but I already emptied my nuts," Almagro added." "Yes, me too," Hernando and Cisco concluded. "Let us go home then, hermanos." "Piglet, do not forget us, we will come back for more, deal?" Cisco piped. "Si, caballeros," I heard him reply. "And you, gringo, not a word about this, because we will know where to find you too." I said nothing; I had been humiliated. They left silently like they had come. Piglet had been abused by the bastards and that I could not forget. "Hey boy, where are you going?" I asked. "Home." "What about me, huh?" "Not my problem, you will be found by someone," Piglet snapped back, "and god forbid they don't rape you again. Adios mister." ------------------------------------------------ Please donate to Nifty.org for the continuation of this site and support to the authors.