Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2018 21:00:36 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: Secrets of Pinewood Heights: Miguel Martinez's Longest Night

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Miguel Martinez's Longest Night (b/b, M/b, M/b/b/b etc, oral, anal, group,
orgy)

By Mr.Bunns


Miguel Martinez was feeling good that night, and not just from the buzz of
the beer he had consumed earlier. It's a particular kind of feeling that he
knew he could only feel at this particular time of the year when the summer
youth retreat was in full swing. Well, they call it a "summer retreat", but
he and other men like him knew what this secluded little campsite was all
about: it's a paradise for boys who wanted nothing more than to hitch a
ride on an adult man's one-eyed snake.

There weren't many who knew the details about the place, and the story he
knew was pieced together from the bits and pieces he picked up here and
there from the other regulars. Supposedly the site was to be constructed
into a national park by some egocentric billionaire as part of his scheme
to both acquire some tax cuts for his other properties and stroke his own
swollen ego before the entire deal fell through. Miguel couldn't help but
be amused over how though the plans failed to stroke the billionaire's ego,
it did succeed in becoming a haven for little boys to stroke something
equally engorged and fleshy to be popped up into their tight, willing
little poopers and wide open mouth.

The hispanic man chuckled as he wondered if this was what they meant when
they say "one man's misfortune is another man's opportunity", as he climbed
up the steps leading up to the lodge's porch before crossing the threshold
of its front doors. The main lobby was large and homely and a cross between
rustic and modern, for though it was lined with wooden panels and filled
with handcrafted wooden furnitures it also provided for modern amenities
such as telephones, air-conditioning, and electricity that powered the
lightbulbs that illuminated the cozy wooden hallways. On the wall were many
pictures of the groups of boys and men who had visited over the years, some
even dating back all the way to the seventies and sixties if their clothes
and haircut and quality of the photos themselves were of any indication.

As much as Miguel loved to take in the sights of the classic boys of the
pasts, as well as imagining if the clean-cut men in the pictures also loved
to put their clean-cut dicks up the clean-cut boys' assholes, he lacked the
privacy to do just that when he saw a group of men gathering at the bottom
of the stairs and talking amongst themselves in a hushed tone. They did not
looked to be the usual faces that he often met in the lodge on previous
summer nights, and he wondered if something was up as he approached them
with care as to not spook them all. "Buenas noches, seņores!" he greeted
them kindly, "Why are you all standing around here? Is something wrong?"

The group of ten adult men turned to regard him in unison like a pack of
alerted meerkats, before glancing around towards each other silently
wondering what they should say to this newcomer. A dark-haired young man in
his twenties then decided to speak for the group as he stepped forward and
said, "Well, this is a bit complicated. See, we don't know if we should go
upstairs and, um, `introduce ourselves' to the first-timers staying in the
sleeping quarters there."

"What, are you all shy?" the hispanic man said those words in jest, but
they seemed to hit the mark as all of the men lower their gaze and avoided
his, "Ay dios, are you for real? You're too shy to have some fun with any
of the cute pollitos running around all over the place? Have you not seen
what kind of place this is? Where have you all been all day?"

"We saw what's going on," a portly man piped up, "We know the kind of
things happening in this place."

"Then what's stopping you?" Miguel was genuinely curious now, and it was
the dark-haired man's turn to once again explain the situation to him.

"See, we're all first-timers here as well," he said to Miguel, "Our sons
and grandsons and nephews and their friends have all been here before, but
this the first time we went along with them to this place after we, uh,
well, we found out what they've been up to when they close their bedroom
doors. We know what they've been doing, and we know they liked what they've
been doing, and that's fine and all but we just don't know how we should,
uh, get involved with their `activities.' You know what I mean?"

"I already did things with my grandson even in the campsite," said an
elderly man in a fishing hat, and as the group turned to him with a
questioning look he was quick to add, "But only with my grandson. I mean, I
wouldn't know how to approach any of these other youngins if my life
depended on it."

"So then what did you do when you saw some cute pollito taking a man's dick
up his sweet little culo?" the hispanic man wondered, because he thought
that should've been an ample opportunity for the men to come out and
offered to join in on the fun themselves.

"We, uh, we jerk off and we move on," said a man with a neatly-combed hair
wearing a flannel shirt.

Miguel stared at him for a second before a wry grin dawned on his face as
he simply said, "Okay."

"We're not used to this kind of thing before, let alone seeing it out in
the open like this," the portly man spoke up.

"There was that guy, Chuck was his name I think, who was supposed to get us
to meet up with the first-timers upstairs," the dark-haired man explained,
"He said that though it's their first time here, they're practically old
hats in what they do and would be a good match for us who have never done
this before. But then the phone rang, and he spoke on it for a little while
before telling us he had to go because something came up all of a sudden."
He sighed as he went on, "Now we're up the creek without a paddle, and we
just don't know what to do."

Miguel shook his head at that. Shy boys might be his thing, but shy adult
men were most definitely not. Still, he was in quite the generous mood
tonight, and so he decided to take matters into his own hands as he said,
"Bueno, seņores, here's what we're going to do: I am going to go
upstairs and tell the pollitos that you're all coming in to have some fun
with them, and when I give you the signal, well, you come into the room and
do your thing."

"Are you sure?" the flannel shirt man said.

"They won't scream bloody murder seeing all of us all at once, will they?"
the portly man said.

"Geez, this was such a mistake," a balding gentleman in a red T-shirt
chimed in.

Miguel rolled his eyes as he added, "Well in that case, I am going to go in
anyway and have some fun with them. You're all free to watch from the door,
but if at any time you feel like you're missing out, come on in and take on
a pollito of your own. You'll be glad you did so. Con permiso!" He ended
the conversion by asking the men to let him pass, and Miguel climbed up the
stairs with a steady, confident gait. There was a murmur behind him as he
made his way to the second floor of the lodge, and the shuffling of feet
that followed told him that the group of reserved, nervous gentlemen had
come to an agreement to follow his lead.

As they all marched quietly on the bright carpeting that lined the floor of
the second floor hallway, Miguel could not help but feel as if he was
leading a pack of immature schoolboys to sneak into the boarding hall of
their lovers for a secret little afterdark tryst. The irony that they were
all, in fact, full-grown adult men heading into a room filled with actual
school-age boys for said tryst was not lost on him as he gave a soft
chuckle while approaching the door that would lead to the sleeping quarters
of the summer retreat's first-time young attendees. He reached out to the
antique brass doorknob, twisted it in one gentle movement, and slowly
pushed the door open as all ten of the nervous men were growing more and
more excited lining up behind him.

Miguel peered in to see that the room was dark with only the light of the
moon coming in from the windows providing for some much needed
illumination, and he also saw that twelve out of the fifteen beds available
in the large open space of the large, hall-like room was filled with twelve
sleeping little boys. Despite of the distant sounds coming from the
campgrounds outside, none of the boys seemed to be disturbed by them as
their tiny little chests rose and fell in a slow rhythm while they all
slept peacefully. Miguel figured that the fact that it was only nine thirty
at night could mean one of either two things: that all of the boys who
slept here were at that certain age where their biological clock simply
refused to allow them to remain awake past nine o'clock at night, or they
were tired out from all of the fucking and sucking they've been doing all
day long on top of the other non-fucking and sucking activities they did in
the campgrounds.

Regardless of which is which, this was the perfect opportunity for Miguel
as he entered the room quietly all while being quite aware that ten pairs
of eyes hiding just behind the door was watching his every move. He scanned
the room and realized that luck must be on his side tonight, for all of the
faces of the so-called first-timers here are those of his precious little
pollitos, boys from both the east and west side of Pinewood Heights whose
had the pleasure of frequenting his house and being introduced to the art
of boyfucking. A plan was formed in his head as he selected one bed and
approached the little one who was clad in a cartoon print pyjamas and
sleeping comfortably under the covers of a blue summer blanket.

"Pedrito," he called out to the little one, "Wake up, mi lindo pollito."

"Miguel?" the child replied as he turned his head and opened his eyes. The
hispanic man had plenty of favorites among the boys who frequented his lot,
but none of them could come close to the beauty that is little Peter
Zuckers. From his soft downy blonde hair, twinkling brown eyes, and cute
little button nose, the youngest of the Zuckers brothers gave off the image
of a sweet and innocent little angel guaranteed to melt the coldest heart
of even the most hardened of men.

"Where's Ricardo and Billy?" Miguel whispered as he stroked the child's
blonde bangs lovingly.

Although the man mentioned the spanish version of his oldest brother
Richard's name, Peter Zuckers has spent enough time with him to know who he
was talking about as he smiled before first pointing to the bed on his left
followed by the one on his right. Miguel craned his neck to confirm that
the two boys sleeping in the beds on either side of Peter was indeed his
two older brothers, and he couldn't help but smile knowing full well that
the siblings were all light sleepers and that they would be invaluable
allies in carrying out his plan. This is almost too easy, he thought to
himself, as he gazed back down on the sleepy blonde boy and said, "Do you
want to have a little fun with me?"

The moment he said those words all traces of sleepiness left little Peter's
cute round mug as his smile grew wider and the child nodded
enthusiastically. That was all the man needed as he lifted the blue
comforter, climbed into bed on top of the little boy's body, and draped the
comforter back over themselves as he moved down to line his face with the
boy's crotch where he noticed a small lump was starting to form on the
front of his pajama pants. Miguel teased Peter's little dickie by suckling
and licking on it while it was still covered by the fabric of his pajama
pants, before he decided to stop tormenting the boy and lowered them as he
saw his hard little stiffy pop out from its downy confines.

Miguel didn't take too long to marvel at the little fleshy rod with the
throbbing pink knob, as he gave the small mast a few licks before
swallowing it whole in his mouth. Peter's genitals were so small that he
could fit both the little boy's cock and his pea-sized balls into his
mouth, and soon he was devouring his entire immature reproductive organs
much to the little one's excited moans. Miguel knew that Peter was a loud
one whenever he would do this, and with his brothers being the light
sleepers that they are he knew it won't be long before their rest would be
interrupted by their youngest sibling's whimpers and whines.

"Who's that under your blanket?" spoke a familiar voice as Miguel continued
to bob his head up and down on Peter's groin.

"M-Miguel," the little boy gasped as he enjoyed the suction the adult man's
mouth was applying on his entire groin.

"He's here?" spoke another familiar voice. Miguel knew that his plan was
working when he heard that second voice, and he decided to go on to the
next step as he unbuttoned Peter's pajama top to expose his beautiful pink
skin for his eyes to feast upon. To be precise, he only feasted with his
eyes for a couple of seconds before his mouth did all the feasting when he
kissed and licked and suckled every inch of Peter's smooth, hairless body
while he made his way up to the little boy's nipples.

"Yes! Yes!" the blonde child exclaimed, both to confirm the identity of his
night visitor and to shout his approval of Miguel suckling on his jutting
boytits with a gusto. Peter's immature cocklet was twitching about with
wild abandon, as Miguel let go of the nipple he was sucking to kiss and
lick his way up the boy's chest, neck, and chin. He finally emerged from
under the covers on top of Peter to give the little one a deep, passionate
french kiss while holding him close and moving his body around to grind
Peter's spit-slickened dick against his taut adult belly.

"Hola, mijos," he said when he broke the kiss to leave sweet little Peter
panting for more, "Pedrito says he wants to have a little fun. Do you want
to join us?"

"Really!?" spoke the first boy in excitement. He resembled an older version
of the half-naked little one who was panting underneath Miguel at the
moment, though older by a few years and his eyes a striking shade of blue
instead of the subdued brown of his baby brother's. His skin was also
slightly more tanned than Peter's, hinting that he was a lot more of an
outdoors type of boy than his littlest sibling ever was.

"Won't we wake up the others?" came the voice from the other side of
Peter's bed. While this particular boy's facial features were quite similar
to his other two siblings, his bowl-cut hair was dark and his eyes were
green instead. Miguel knew from all his time doing yard works for the
Zuckers that the middle of the three siblings took after their father so
much more than their mother, right down to his slightly pale complexion and
the serious, no-nonsense attitude.

"They're free to join us if they do, Billy," the man said to the bowl-cut
boy before turning towards the older blonde, "I bet Ricardo here would love
it if we turn this whole room into our own private little party."

"I'd love to see that happen," the boy he called Richard in Spanish giggled
in amusement.

"I'm sure you do," Miguel added as he turned his attention back to the
panting little one and muffled his pants with another mouth to mouth
kiss. Peter Zuckers moaned with pleasure as the man took him like the
Spanish lover that he was, roaming his large hand all over his bare small
body and hair as he invaded his little mouth with his tongue. If the boy's
slim little dick wasn't twitching before, it most definitely was now as the
child groaned in pleasure over everything the man was doing to him at the
moment.

He could hear Richard sighed with longing and Billy gulping quite audibly,
and knew that it was time to move on to the next phase of his
plan. Throwing the blanket off, he picked up the youngest of the Zuckers
sibling and moved him to one side before patting down the empty space right
next to him. He knew from experience that each of the bed in the room was
large enough to allow two adults to rest comfortably, and so he was certain
that it would be more than enough to accomodate three children lying side
by side, shoulder to shoulder to one another.

The remaining two Zuckers brothers dutifully took off their nightwear as
Miguel worked every square inch of their youngest sibling's smooth velvety
skin, before he moved to the next one down the line like he had done so
many times before. Richard groaned in delight when the man swallowed his
hard cock in his mouth and Billy yelped in surprise when it was his turn,
as the man used his hands to tend to the siblings that he wasn't currently
fellating. Not that he needed to, for the brothers were more than happy to
help him out as they sucked, licked, and kissed each other's dicks and
mouth anytime he was too busy with any one of them to tend to the needs of
the other two.

Miguel loved how the taste of each Zuckers brother's mouth told him a lot
about each of their personalities, as he tasted candy when he frenched
little Peter, hot dog when he deep-kissed Richard, and minty freshness when
he plundered Billy's oral cavity. They each have their own preferences as
well, ones that he dutifully fulfilled by suckling on Peter's nipples
before deep-throating Richard's dick and finally plundering Billy's anus
with his tongue. Each of his treatment elicited appreciative moans and
groans from each one of the three Zuckers brothers, ones that only got
louder as their bodies writhed and jerked about under the expert treatment
of the adult man's care.

As Richard squeaked while he held Miguel's head close to his loins while
his tanned young body shook and shuddered to the throes of an explosive dry
cum, the man took a quick glance around the room to see that his plan was
working out rather nicely. Just as he had expected he could see nine pair
of eyes secretly watching him have his way with the three Zuckers brothers
from the comfort of each of their own large beds. From the way their
comforters moved about he knew that all nine of the other boys in the room
were either squirming about with their erections or touching themselves on
their most secret spots, and Miguel knew that all it took is one last push
before he could get the party rolling.

He let go of Richard's still twitching cocklet to let the eldest Zuckers
lay next to a panting and gasping Billy, who was resting from a rather
thorough rimming session earlier, and took off his shirt and jeans before
slipping out of his boxer shorts to reveal his curved six inch dick that
throbbed with anticipation over what he was about to do next. He could hear
some of the boys audibly sighed with longing over the all too familiar
sight of his engorged boyfucker, and the hispanic man couldn't help but
chuckle as he hooked his hands underneath little Peter Zuckers armpit and
lifted him up like he would a small baby. He carried the boy to the middle
of the room where he was certain all of the other `sleeping' boys could get
a good look at the two of them, before holding him closer in both arms and
saying, "Are you ready to give these guys a show, mijo?"

"Yeah," Peter replied with a smile, proud that he was about to be the
center of everyone's attention. Miguel smiled back at the eager, willing
boy and arranged the child to throw his small hands behind the man's neck
and wrap his legs around his waist. Once he was certain that the youngest
Zuckers have had a firm grip on him, he spat on his hands to rub his shaft,
which was already glistening with precum from all of the excitement, before
aligning the hard mast against the little boy's puckered hole and slid his
length into his warm, moist anus.

It never ceased to amuse Miguel to see a boy as young as Peter take his
enormous girth up his tight little poop chute. While the older boys are
more reserved and quiet in showing their pleasure of taking his dick, the
younger ones are a whole lot more expressive with the jerking of their
bodies and wide open mouths and elongated moans of delight. Peter was no
different either, as the little blonde boy let out a loud "Oooooooh" and
threw his head back to enjoy the fullness of having an adult man's dick
filling up his rectal cavity while feeling the tip of the bulbous knob
brushing against his immature prostate.

"Aah you're so tight, mijo," the man sighed, before craning his head to
kiss the side of the child's neck. The boy giggled a little as he felt the
man's soft facial hair brushing up against his smooth velvety skin, before
he sighed when he felt the man gyrating his hips to tease him from the
inside of his anus. The child's pencil-sized dick was twitching about
against the man's taut, firm belly as he anticipated what was about to come
next, and the man did not disappoint as he seized the boy around his waist
with both hands and started bouncing him against his groin.

Little Peter Zuckers groaned and whined all the while the man's adult penis
was pumping in and out of his little boyhole, and his unbridled reactions
to the man's actions only served as fuel to the flame as Miguel became all
the more turned-on and picked up the speed of his penetration. He noticed
how the child's hips were so slim that his thumbs were almost touching as
he thrusted into his anus with a gusto, filling him up with all his meat
and tickling his prostate with every deep thrust he made with his hips. The
sweet blonde angel was now tossing his head wildly, fully enjoying the wild
ride while his small body was tossed around like a ragdoll as the hispanic
man was positively pummeling his tight little love canal with each deep
stroke of his curved, circumcised cock.

The man looked around to see that all of the noise they were making had
caught the attention of the inhabitants of the room, who had foregone their
act of sleeping and were openly staring at his direction. Miguel could
clearly see the rapid movements underneath the covers that could only mean
that each and every one of the nine boys were jerking themselves off to the
sight of an adult man standing in the middle of the room power-fucking one
of their mates for all to see, and that they were indeed liking what they
were seeing as he could hear their sighs of longing while they watched what
he was doing to little Peter Zuckers all this time. The hispanic man could
also see the group of men peering into the dimmed room from behind the door
with the same kind of longing in their faces, and he realized that the
timing could not have been better before he motioned with his head for them
to come into the room and join in on the fun.

At first the men hesitated as they only looked at each other, before the
man in the flannel shirt from before gathered his nerves and calmly strode
into the room. None of the boys seemed to pay him any mind as he stopped at
the bed closest to the door, which contained a curly-haired boy who was
furiously pounding his pud underneath the covers. The boy did not stop
self-pleasuring himself when he noticed the man standing by his bedside,
and for a few moments they stared at each other before the precocious child
smiled and stopped touching himself long enough to lift his comforter up to
invite the man in. The flannel shirt man visibly gulped before he nervously
accepted the boy's invitation, and he jumped into the covers alongside the
giggling child before the sounds of lips smacking against each other could
be heard from the wriggling lumps underneath the blanket covering them
both.

The other men gasped in unison before the portly man decided to try his
luck this time as he approached the bed of a chubby boy with a crew-cut red
hair who was also whipping his little willy underneath the sheets. This man
received an even warmer welcome than the previous one, for the moment the
cute little redhead noticed him by his bedside he threw his comforter off
of himself and got on his knees to fumble with the front of the man's jeans
and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his fly to pull out his prize: a
healthy adult hard-on that throbbed with each touch of his nimble little
fingers. The chubby ginger child visibly licked his lips as if he had saw
his most favorite treat, before opening his mouth wide as he could and took
as much of the portly man's cock as he could in one go.

Now that two of their friends had found success, the rest of the men lined
up into the room and had very little trouble finding a boy eager to give
them a good time. Very quickly the room was filled with the sighs of
prepubescent boys, the groans of adult men, and the slurps and smacks of
eager young mouths finding lust-filled old cocks driving their lengths into
their willing oral cavities. Miguel could not help but smile at everything
happening all around him, for he loved nothing more than for a plan to come
together as he went back to tending to little Peter Zuckers' needs and
deep-thrusted his cock up the squealing child's anus.

"Ooh ooh aahh aaagh," the little blonde boy vocalized his approval each
time Miguel drove his cock into his chute all the way to the hilt. The man
was consumed by his lust for the little one's body, fucking even harder and
deeper the more the child whined while he held Peter tight in his big
strong arms. The way he cuddled the boy in his embrace and whispered
encouraging words into his ears almost seemed like what a father would do
for his own son, if said father also happened to be fucking his son's tight
little butthole so hard his nuts slapped repeatedly against the boy's pert
round buttcheeks.

"Oh, ay, si, mijo, si, tu culo es...ay dios!" Miguel panted and gasped as
he slammed his groin against the soft rubbery surface of Peter's asscheeks
in quick succession. The tightness of his narrow innards and the warmth of
his short panting breath against the man's bare burgeoning chest was just
the way Miguel liked it whenever he entered the youngest Zuckers' love
canal, and he could feel that all too familiar pressure building up in his
loins while he pumped the whining boy's pooper with all his might. He also
knew that all three of the siblings loved it when he got rough on them, and
the youngest of the three was no different as the man went even faster the
closer he was getting to his own climax.

Having his prostate tickled so fast and so hard repeatedly was just too
much to handle for little Peter and he clung even closer to Miguel with his
tiny little hands, moaning long and loud while his hard little woodie
twitched about wildly against his taut belly and the man's firm abdomen as
he was overcome with his first, powerful kiddie climax of the night. Miguel
felt the aftermath of the dry climax as the little boy's anal muscles
started convulsing and milking his shaft like a machine, driving him way
past the edge as he gave several rapid thrusts before slamming his hips
against the boy's ass with each spurt he deposited into the recesses of his
rectum. With each shot he could feel the boy shudder, savoring the fullness
and warmth of the gallons of man-batter delivered straight through his
backdoor, before Miguel felt his strength waning and lowered himself down
slow to lay back on the wooden floor with the panting boy resting on his
chest on top of him.

As little Peter Zuckers took his well-earned break with the man's dick
still lodged up his cum-drenched love canal, Miguel scanned around the room
to see that all of the men's inhibitions have washed away and that they
were all enjoying their newfound freedom in fucking the tight and warm
asses of horny little boys who wanted nothing more but to be fucked by
men's dicks all night long. He watched as the chubby ginger boy from before
was on his back with his legs up in the air while the portly man he was
sucking on earlier vigorously rammed his fleshy rod up his butthole, their
rotund bellies rubbing against one another as the child tossed his head
from side to side to savor the delicious tickling sensation his prostate
was receiving. On the bed next to them was another heavyset man who was
holding up the ankles of a groaning dark-haired boy above his head, taking
advantage of the kid's own flexibility to drive his stiff and obscenely
wide girth up the gasping kid's winking hole which was slick with a mixture
of sweat, pre-cum, and kiddie ass-juices.

Back on the bed where Miguel had serviced the three Zuckers brothers side
by side, the hispanic man couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the
eldest of the brothers taking a large man's cock up his tanned butt all the
while his hungry little mouth was sucking down on yet another man's dick
who was reclining on his back on the soft and large bed. He knew from
firsthand experience what an insatiable cockhound Richard was in bed, and
considering the common nickname associated with the boy's first name, the
hispanic man couldn't help but thought of how fitting it was as the
reclining man the boy was sucking down inhaled sharply and grabbed the back
of the blondie's head to push his face down until his nose was pressed
against the man's pubes. The twelve year old boy did not protest nor resist
a single bit as he visibly gulped down what Miguel could only surmise to be
gallons of man batter, and he did so like a champ all the while the other
adult man behind him was slapping his loins against his jiggling
buttcheeks.

Contrary to his older sibling, the second-born of the Zuckers was much more
conservative as he was only handling one night visitor at the moment, but
once again Miguel knew from their past encounters that Billy was equally
unbridled as his brother ever was as he saw the dark-haired boy bouncing
around on the lap of a middle-aged man who was reclining on the bed right
opposite to where his older brother was being spit-roasted by two adult
men. The middle Zuckers was clearly making the most out of his ride on the
full-grown pole lodged up his kiester as he gyrated his hips and placed
both hands behind the back of his head while the middle-aged man seized his
slim hips to keep the little boy in his place and rammed his meat up the
pale child's chute. Billy's small little frame writhed and shooked about
when the most girlish squeal escaped his lips, losing more and more of his
own self-control as he savored the engorged fuckstick pumping up into his
prepubescent anus without mercy.

Everywhere he set his eyes upon were the sights and sounds of young
prepubescent boys being ravished by ferociously lust-driven adult men, with
the adults' groans and shouts interspersed with the yips and yelps of
unbroken soprano voices all accompanied by the loud smacks of skin slapping
against sweaty skin and wet squelches of massive cocks being driven into
upturned, cum-filled butts. The hispanic man saw a bald man jackhammering
into the sweaty anus of a small latino child while holding both of his
skinny little legs up in the air, pounding into the squealing boy's exposed
butthole as he shook his little body around like he would a ragdoll while
the child drooled all over the bedsheets. Another man on the next bed
seemed to be in a hurry to take the sweet little ass of the crew cut little
brown-haired boy who was bent in half underneath him, as the mewling little
child still had his Pokemon underwear hanging from his ankle while the man
on top of him drove into his upturned bubble butt like a man possessed and
showering his bare velvety skin with kisses from his greedy lips.

Some of the men were so consumed with lust that one boy was simply not
enough for them, as Miguel saw a man buttfucking a skinny ten year old boy
all while suckling on the dick of a squealing tanned little brown-haired
one while the child's round butt was being pounded from behind by another
equally horny adult man. Another man on another bed was rolling around with
two brown-skinned boys in his large hands as he fucked one boy with his
dick while rapidly jabbing his three fingers into the other one's rectum,
alternating between the two to cause each child to groan in frustration
whenever the dick and fingers were removed right when they were enjoying
the invasion and to gurgle with kiddie lust as the digits and phallus were
shoved back into their love canals. Perhaps the most impressive feat was
held by the man on the bed furthest away from the door, who was fucking a
ten year old black boy doggy style, sucking on the little cocklet of an
asian child, and all the while jerking off two blonde and brunette boys on
either side of his arms, all without neglecting the needs of a single one
of them as all four of the boys closed their eyes and surrendered their
immature bodies to the man's whims. Miguel chuckled as he thought that
given his talents in multi-tasking, the man must have been an employee of
the month in some office somewhere and would be named manager in no time at
all.

The room was starting to reek of sweat and sex, and as much as Miguel loved
to inhale the musk of a young boy after it has been mixed with an adult
man's cum, the heat of the room was starting to bother him as he scooped up
little Peter Zuckers in his arms and, with his dick starting to slip out of
the little boy's anus, carried him along towards the bay windows on the
other end of the room. The windows were large enough to have long and wide
window sills able to seat several people comfortably on them, with soft,
plush cushions being placed right there to accommodate anyone who would
like to sit down and gaze up into the stars as they take in the evening
breeze. What was up in the sky was not what Miguel was interested to gaze
upon, however, for when he sat down on the soft cushions to open the
windows up he smiled when he realized that practically the entire
campground had just about the same idea as he and the horny men in the room
did about what to do for the boys' `evening entertainment' for the night.

Rows of cum-soaked upturned little butts were pushed up to meet plunging
hard cocks and causing huge dollops of cum to spurt out of the stuffed
little holes with each plunge, as numerous boys and men fucked like wild
animals on the lodge's well-kempt lawn. Semen-drenched faces of
once-innocent little angels were forced to bob up and down on large angry
phalluses, and tiny little tongues of handsome little cherubs stuck out to
lick off the loads of man-batter off each other's faces as their poor
little asses were pounded to fill their anal cavities with a fresh new
batch. Fathers and grandfathers and uncles and neighbors were scattered
everywhere to drive their hard masts into willing young holes, and brothers
and cousins and best friends were twisted around in various positions to
allow their little bodies to accept their adult partners' juices as their
appreciation were vocalized in a unified chorus of moans and groans and
grunts and yips and yelps and whimpers of unbroken soprano voices.

An idea popped into Miguel's mind as the sight of the lawn orgy was causing
his dick to harden inside Peter's pooper, and he whistled aloud to catch
the attention of all the rutting men and boys in the room. "Oye cabrones!"
he said aloud, "We got to put on our own show up here! You don't want to be
upstaged by the gringos downstairs, do you?"

Some of the men and boys who were lounging around to bask in their
explosive orgasmic bliss got up to see what he was talking about. Others
man-boy pairings who were still locked in mid-coitus shuffled about to get
a clearer view of what was going on beyond the window and on the grounds
outside. All of them seemed to silently agree on his preposition however,
as they all looked at each other with wide, knowing grins before arranging
themselves to have the boys lining up side by side on all fours on the
wide, cushioned window sills and a man to be behind each and every one of
the boys with their hard cocks lined against their gaping, cum-drooling
buttholes.

"You ready to be a star again, Pedrito?" Miguel said after he placed Peter
between the chubby ginger kid and a fair-skinned little boy with a crew-cut
dark hair who was only wearing a pair of Pokemon socks on his legs.

"Yeah," the small boy giggled as he took his place next to his pals.

Miguel looked on either side of him to make sure that both the men and the
boys were all ready to go, before he nodded at them all and pushed his cock
into Peter's butt as hard as he could. The little blonde boy's yip of
surprise was accompanied a chorus of yelps of many other boys on either
side of him as all the other men imitated Miguel's action and penetrated
their young charges with a solid firm thrust. The sound of their soprano
squeals must have been loud enough, for several of the conjoined bodies of
boys and men sprawled out on the lawn paused their ministrations to look up
to see the sight of twelve naked young boys lined up next to one another by
twelve naked men who held each of the boy's hips firm with their large
hands.

Now that they have a captive audience, Miguel knew there was only one thing
left to do as he commanded "Vamanos!" to the other men, and pulled his cock
out of Peter's quivering butthole before slamming it back into the moist,
cum-slickened hole as hard as he could. Like loyal soldiers following their
general to the battlefield, the men followed Miguel's lead as they too drew
back their cocks all the way to the tip before slamming it back into the
boys of their choice and began their personal conquest for sexual pleasure
anew.

Twelve little mouths hollered almost in unison as the men pounded the boys'
asses without mercy, their tongues lolling about as they chanted a litany
of "oooh" and "aaaah" and "aaargh" while all twelve men plundered their
abused booties hard from the get go. Their young bodies shook and shuddered
to each powerful thrust, and their heads shook about as each and every one
of the young boys savored the delicious feeling of having their immature
prostates being tickled by a full-grown adult's bulbous knob. Some of the
boys enjoyed the treatment so much that they reached between their legs to
furiously jerked off their own hard little pickles in tune to the rhythm of
their coupling, some even going faster and harder to get the most out of
the pressure building up in each and every one of their taut, marble-sized
balls.

The very sight of twelve men rapid fucking twelve boys side by side by the
window sills must have done a number on the people below, for they soon
pursued their coupling with even more ferocity than before. Tight young
asses double-stuffed with two cocks at the same time, young boys surrounded
with full-grown cocks on all directions and tasked to service them with
their asses and mouths and hands, and squealing older brothers coaxed to
pummel their whining younger siblings' cum-drenched butts as adult men
plunged their shafts into their assholes which were already overflowing
with semen. It was as if the unified yowls and howls coming from the second
floor of the lodge was a mating call for the rest of the campground's
inhabitants, and they responded in kind by answering the call with
unbridled lust and the primal urge to satisfy their carnal needs.

Miguel saw that even the boys they were fucking were getting turned on to
no ends over the general atmosphere, as he saw Peter turned to his left and
seeked the mouth of the ginger chubby boy panting and gasping by his
side. Their soft little lips locked into a passionate deep kiss as the
crew-cut boy in the Pokemon socks turned to Peter to kiss and lick the
sweat off of the cute little blonde's shoulders and making him shudder in
delight. With all that was going on around him there was absolutely no way
Miguel can hold back anymore, and he gripped Peter's slim little waist to
really pound his sweaty bubble butt as he felt the pressure building up in
his loins before it finally reached its tipping point and burst forth out
of his cock.

Powerful jets of cum sprayed every square inch of the little boy's innards
that was not already covered with his cum from earlier, as Miguel slammed
each and every one of those spurts with slow hard thrusts of his
dick. Seven times he pushed against the child's rear while roaring in
triumph over a successful conquest, and Peter whimpered in bliss as the
man's pumping motion caused the tickling of his prostate to grow even more
intense ending up in his small body shaking and shuddering to the pleasures
of wave after wave of a dry kiddie climax. Miguel almost fainted from the
combined orgasmic bliss and the rapid twitching of the blonde boy's anal
muscles to milk him for all the seeds he has left in the deepest recesses
of his nuts, and it took all of his efforts to steady himself before he
slumped down to the floor while carrying the child along with him.

As he closed his eyes to cradle the heaving chest of the little boy he had
deposited his seeds into twice over, Miguel could hear all the other men
shouting and their respective boys whimpering and groaning while they too
followed his lead and filled up each of their boys with gallons upon
gallons of the very substance that had created them in the first place. He
could feel the flow of cum leaking out from the child's butt where his
large phallus has stuffed him full of his cream, yet he did not care for a
second about cleaning up as he savored the warmth of their sweaty, heaving
conjoined bodies lying against one another.

Slightly fatigued and more than satisfied, Miguel had considered to let
Peter have his rightfully-earned rest for the night when he heard the small
boy spoke up amidst his deep, heaving breath. "Hey Miguel," the little
blondie panted, "Can we do that one more time?"

There was a pause before Miguel Martinez let out a soft chuckle as he
cuddled the small body lying on top of him with his large, sweaty hands. It
looks like this summer night is going to be the longest night in his life,
but he did not mind the extra work he needed to put in to tire out this
insatiable little boy. The night was still young, after all, and sleep is
highly overrated anyway.

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