Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:52:06 -0800 (PST)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: Julian - Day 2

JULIAN

Day 2

The next morning I woke up when Julian climbed onto my bed.  There he was,
wearing just the blue running shorts.  "What time is it?" I said.  "6:30,"
he said.  "Oh good!" I replied.  "I wanted to get an early start today."

"Hey I really like those running shorts," I said.  "Figures," he replied,
"So ya want me ta wear just these today?"  "Would you?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure – I wear just these all the time at home anyway."  I began to
fantasize about what that might be like, to be "at home" with Julian in
some grimy migrant worker shit-hole in Georgia, with him and a few other
beautiful dirty nearly-naked native boys and girls running around an old
run-down trailer playing rough and yelling at each other in "Span-glish"
...

But then I snapped myself out of that and said, "Well ... maybe we should
pack up, and go downstairs and have breakfast – they have a free
breakfast here, and you can eat as much as ya want."  "Really?  That's
cool!" he said.  So we did that, and my growing boy Julian ate his way
through that continental breakfast in nothing flat.  Then we were back on
the road, and this time the scenery was even better than yesterday –
Julian was sitting there sideways again with his crotch wide open for me,
but this time ... this time wearing only those blue running shorts, so he
was very nearly naked.  Unfortunately, those shorts had crotch netting in
them, so even though I could easily look straight inside his pant-legs,
there was nothing to see.  The previous night I had toyed with the idea of
cutting out that netting – but no, I knew that would just piss Julian
off.  Now as we drove along I couldn't keep myself from fantasizing again
about how wonderful it would be if that netting would just magically
disappear and Julian's prick would flop out into full view ... and I was
kicking myself for not having done it last night, even though I knew that
would just piss Julian off, which was the last thing in the world I wanted
to do.

Since it would be a couple of hours before we got to Mammoth Cave, I
thought I'd try and learn more about Julian.  "So, where are ya from," I
said, "Like, where were you born?"

"Texas, I think," he said, "but it don't matter really, I'm from everywhere
– I mean, we just follow the work.  If it ain't one shit-hole pickin'
peaches, it's some other shit-hole pickin' cucumbers."

"So then, where are your parents from?" I probed.  "Oh, they're from
Guatemala," he said, and when he said the word he pronounced it not like an
American, but the way he must hear his parents say it with a really thick
Spanish accent.  `Guatemala' I thought to myself ... the way he said it
sounded sssssooooooo exotic, and suddenly my mind was filled with more
fantasies – this time about what Julian's ancestral home might be like
in the forests of Central America, and what it might be like to be "at
home" in the forest with Julian in a little cluster of thatched huts, with
him and a some other beautiful young totally-naked native boys and girls
running and playing by the river and yelling at each other in "Maya-niole"
...

But then I had to snap myself out of that one too, because as I was
maneuvering through Nashville and getting on I-65 on the way to Mammoth
Cave (I had decided ahead of time that if I was gonna do any sight-seeing
in Nashville it would be on my way back, not on my way up to Indiana) we
passed by an outlet mall billboard and Julian said, "Hey can ya, like, get
me some more clothes?  Ya said ya'd get me whatever I needed."  That made
me laugh.  "Yeah I sure said that," I said, still laughing, "but ya don't
actually NEED more clothes, ya just WANT more clothes!"  "Oh Jesus Christ!"
he said, "You just won't be happy until I'm running around totally naked,
will ya?" but he was laughing too.  "What the fuck did ya do with my pants
anyways?"  "Don't worry," I said, "I didn't throw them away or anything –
I won't do that to ya ..."

After a pause, I decided to take a chance.  I said, "Well, I don't wanna
get ya any `more' clothes, but if you'll let me, I'll get you `less'
clothes ..."  "What the fuck do ya mean by THAT?" he said.  "Well, those
shorts you've got on are ... ya know ... not `short' enough ... I'd like to
get ya some shorts that are ... well, shorter ... and softer maybe ... and
looser ... and, um, well ... ya know ... with no netting inside them ..."
"Oh holy shit!" Julian said, "You are SUCH A PERVERT!"

But he was still laughing, so after a pause, I tried again.  "Yeah ... but
would ya do it?"  "Ya mean, like, wear a little pair of shorts and no
underpants so you can be checkin' out my prick all the time?  No thanks!"
he declared.  Dammit!  I tried to repair the damage by saying, "Well
actually, I'd get ya some underpants too – so that way, you could wear
the shorts with the underwear – or without them, or just the underwear,
or ..."  "Oh GOD!" Julian groaned, "That's ssssoooooo gross!" but by this
time we were both laughing and giggling over the whole idea (but I felt
like a real douche bag).

We both settled down, and a minute passed, and then suddenly Julian said,
"Okay, I'll do it."

"Seriously?" I said.

"Yeah, but don't bother getting me some kinda fruity little queer boy shit,
cuz if ya do I'm just gonna throw it out the window!"  "Oh no – no!" I
said, "I'd be an idiot to do that – and like I said, I wouldn't even
want ya ta look like a queer, I don't like queer boys – actually, I've
been hopin' that when we get to Indiana you'll find some girls at the
resort!  That would be so cool, ya know, to see you in action with a girl
..."  "Now I know you're fulla shit," Julian said.

"No really!" I insisted, "So I think what we need ta do is, we need ta get
ya some shorts – and underpants – that'll be a turn-on for the girls
..." At this Julian cracked up again, but he was on board, so I pulled off
at the next exit – which was where the outlet mall was.  Actually, it
turned out there was a Super Target there too, so that's where we went.

We searched through the Men's & Boy's section, and it seemed like we were
never gonna find just the right pair of shorts although there were a few
contenders.  Finally we found something we both seemed to like – kind of
a dark burgundy color with a black checkerboard pattern.  The fabric was
nice and soft (so it wouldn't scrape on Julian's ass or sensitive penis),
and – seriously, they were almost unbelievably short, I was amazed that
Julian would even consider them!  But we went into the fitting room
together and when he put them on the look of the burgundy and black pattern
against his smooth dark bronze skin was absolutely stunning!!  He looked at
himself in the mirror and must have known this was a great look for him –
if he could get up the nerve to wear something like that at the resort
pool, the little gringo chiquitas would really dig it!

Then we started looking at underwear.  I started showing him low-rise
briefs (the lower-rise the better), pointing out that we needed something
that would be brief enough to fit inside those shorts – and also might
work well by themselves as a swimsuit.  Finally we settled on a medium blue
pair that had a pattern on them that looked like little soccer balls in
white silhouette – being latino, the soccer balls appealed to him
... and being a total pervert, the very low-rise undies appealed to me.
And while we were at it, I picked out a couple of pairs of low-rise briefs
for myself, because unbeknownst to Julian I was not wearing any underwear
and had not even brought any on the trip!

As I was setting these items into the shopping cart, suddenly I heard
Julian laugh and say "Hey old dude – check this out!"  When I looked,
sure enough, there was a discreetly-placed display of "men's string cups" –
in other words, a soft thin fabric cup big enough for your prick in front
and otherwise just a string of fabric to go up your ass crack and attach to
another string to go around your waist.  They were for sale in packages of
three – a black one, a white one, and a red & white tiger striped one.
He was holding a pack of "men's small" and giggling hysterically.  I
whispered "Would you really wear it?" and he said "I don't know ... maybe
once just to see the look on yer face ..."  It went into the cart.

Soon we were back on I-65.  "So what's `Mammoth Cave' anyways?" said
Julian.  "It's one of the biggest, longest caves in the entire world," I
said, "and they have tours where they take ya down into the cave and show
ya all the cool stuff in there."  That seemed like a good enough
description for a 12-year-old.  "It's a national park, and it's a weekend,
so I hope it won't be too crowded."  "Crowded?" said Julian – I guess it
hadn't occurred to him that people might actually want to go see such a
place.  "Do ya think there'll be kids there? I mean – maybe chiquitas
too?"  "Oh sure!" I said.

Julian climbed in the back for a couple minutes and I couldn't see exactly
what he was doing, but when he came back – holy shit! – there he was
in his new extra-short, extra-revealing burgundy shorts!  Now he really was
ssssoooooo close to being naked I could hardly even stand it, and when he
sat sideways and spread his legs I just about died, because inside those
shorts I could now very easily see his new black & red tiger-striped cup!
"Do ya really think the chiquitas at the cave will like me?" he asked,
giggling.  How could they possibly resist him?

"Yeah, but there is one little problem," I said.  "It's gonna be pretty
cold in the cave."  "Ya mean, like freezing?"  "No, not freezing, but
chilly.  Actually, I was thinking I'll need to get you a sweatshirt at the
gift shop before we go in, or a hoodie or something."  "A hoodie?" Julian
said.  "That'd be cool, but I don't want some jerk-off gringo at the resort
shootin' at me cuz he thinks I look `suspicious'."  "Then don't where it at
the resort ..." I said.  "I guess if you have a hoodie, that'll keep ya
warm enough in the cave so ya won't freeze yer balls off in those shorts
..."

"You wouldn't want THAT ta happen!" said Julian.  "No, I would not!" I
said.

It was Sunday on a summer weekend, and Mammoth Cave was crowded but not as
bad as Ruby Falls was yesterday.  But I was still surprised to find out
tickets for the tours were selling out several hours in advance – in
fact by 10:30 am when we got there some of the "best" tours were already
sold out for the whole day!  But when I whined a little bit about that the
lady helping me at the counter said well how about the 12:30 "Historic
Tour?" But the sign says it's sold out!  Yeah, but you only want 2 tickets
and I can do that.  SOLD!  We used the intervening time to have an early
lunch at the quick-food place.

Well, wouldn't you know it, even as we were following the rest of the tour
group down into the cave, Julian was getting friendly with a young
African-American girl who appeared to be about his age – well anyway,
she was about his same size.  She seemed to be part of a school group.  She
was sort of a medium-brown color, which to me made the two of them look
really attractive together.  She was also dressed in a really short skirt
but with a sweatshirt to keep warm, so as I trailed along behind them all I
could see were two pairs of beautiful golden brown legs, and each topped by
a little piece of cloth just barely concealing their pretty little ass
cheeks.  I was no longer paying any attention to the tour guide.

The "Historic Tour" is so-called because it takes you in by way of the
original historic entrance, and covers the area seen by the early tour
groups.  The tour guide repeatedly emphasized that the first explorer and
head tour guide at Mammoth Cave was in fact a slave of the owner of the
property at the time.  This tour includes stops at several big "rooms"
where the group usually stops and the tour guide talks for a while.  After
several stops like that we came to a chamber of the cave that was not well
lit, and I noticed that Julian and his new little friend were standing at
the rear of the crowd, in the darkness.  I maneuvered myself to get a
better view of what they were up to and get my camcorder rolling.  The two
children were gazing into each others' eyes.  Then I saw the girl unzipping
Julian's hoodie, exposing his entire handsome brown body to her.  She
reached out and began stroking his rib cage, and fondling his hard nipples.
The kids leaned against each other and began French-kissing as Julian
reached inside her sweatshirt with both arms and began caressing
who-knows-what in there.  Then I saw his hands sliding down into the girl's
skirt, presumably straight inside her undies and fondling her young brown
ass.  They giggled quietly and kissed in the darkness.

Then the little girl returned Julian's ass-grope with one of her own, and I
heard her giggle some more.  "Oh shit Julian!" she whispered, "Ya got no
underpants!"  With that they both just smiled and groped and French-kissed,
but in a minute it was all over – the tour was continuing into
better-lighted areas and from that point on the school chaperone seemed to
be paying a lot more attention to what her kids were doing.  My exotically
beautiful children never really got a chance to make out like that again
although they stayed as close as they could get away with, looking at each
other ... and looking ... but the Historic Tour ends with a long steep
climb up some steps to get back to the entrance, and Julian really did
figure out a way to position himself so he was following behind that little
girl and looking up her skirt the whole way as she occasionally looked back
down at him and giggled.  But then ... the show was over.

We stood near my car and watched the school group file off toward their
bus.  The young girl turned and called out "It was nice to meet you,
Julian" and blew him a kiss, and even while she was doing that Julian was
unzipping his hoodie and handing it to me.  Then he just stood there, all
but naked and with a very obvious erection inside his extra-short,
extra-revealing burgundy shorts, watching his chiquita climb the steps onto
the bus, waving.  "Bye-bye!" she called out, and then disappeared.  "Next
time there ain't gonna be no `cup' in the way!" Julian declared, and we got
in the car to continue our journey.

At this point, I had already planned to get off the Interstate and make my
way up to Fresh Links, Indiana on country roads like KY-185, KY-79 and
IN-73 (as suggested by MapQuest as an alternate route to I-65).  It really
was beautiful countryside.  As we drove along, Julian became
uncharacteristically curious.  "So, like, why are ya goin' ta Indiana
anyways?" he asked.  "Oh, well, like I said yesterday, I'm sure it's
nothing you would ever want to do with me – I know it would bore you to
tears – but I'm going to Indiana to do some research on my family
history."

[Author's note: Yes that's really the reason I was travelling to Indiana,
and everything I am about to say about it is also true including the part
about the coal mines, except that I have modified the names of the towns,
highway numbers, and the timeshare resort to disguise them.]

"What's that?" said Julian.  "Well," I said, "My grandmother was born in
Indiana over 100 years ago, in a tiny little town called Farmlandville.
Her parents and grandparents were farmers there.  But I have never been
there, not even once in my whole life.  Now I decided I should go there to
see what my grandmother's little home town is like, and see if I can find
the farm house she grew up in, and the farms where her parents and
grandparents lived, and the churches and schools they went to, and the
places where they are buried, and visit my ancestors' graves and, ya know,
talk to them and tell them who I am, and take pictures of everything for my
children and grandchildren to have."  "You have grandchildren?"  "Yeah,
actually, I have two grandchildren so far."

"So anyway, about two months ago I found a lady on the internet, who lives
in that part of Indiana, who I could pay to help me find all this stuff
ahead of time so I don't have to waist all my time once I get there.  She
lives in a bigger nearby town called Vincent, and I will go there to meet
her tomorrow morning, and pay her, and she'll give me everything I need to
get started.  But I'm staying in this vacation resort called Fresh Links
even though it's over an hour's drive from Farmlandville, and even farther
away from Vincent, because [without trying to explain to a 12-year-old
runaway migrant worker boy what the heck a timeshare resort is] I am a
member of a club where I can get to stay there free for the whole week."
"Oh," he said.

"But there is one strange thing – the lady who's helping me out says
that, just during the last 10-15 years, this whole part of Indiana where I
am going has become a big coal mining area – and now there are coal
mines everywhere and some of the places I wanted to go see have been
destroyed by that – and as for the rest of the places I want to see, I'd
better go see them and take my pictures now before the whole place is
ruined!"  "Wow," Julian said.

We drove on in silence for a couple of minutes, and then Julian said,
"That's kinda weird because, it sounds a lot like what happened to my
parents' village in Guatemala.  They came to America before I was born
looking for work, but everyone else in our family stayed behind.  It was
just a little village in the forest by the river, just a few huts really,
with my whole family and other relatives there.  My uncle Tito says that
when Jesus and the angels made the Earth, they gave that forest to my
people and said that it would be their home.  But now, after my parents
left to come here, a logging company came and cut the whole forest down,
and my village is gone forever!  The rest of my whole family – the whole
village – had to leave and come to America too, and now they live in
shit-holes all over the place, and some of them say it's all my parents'
fault, they brought evil spirits to the forest when they left.  But Uncle
Tito says that's not true."  "I don't think it's true either," I said.

[Author's note: Believe it or not – and I don't care whether you do or
don't – but I actually came up with this back story for why Julian's
family came to the US BEFORE I found out about the coal mining in Indiana.
Go back and take a closer look at Photo 01 – Julian's inspiration photo
– and you'll see that he is standing in the middle of a deforested,
clear-cut wasteland.  It is for me a very strange case of life imitating
pornography.]

"Uncle Tito says he thinks Jesus and the angels sent my parents to America
to find our new home, so when the logging company came the rest of our
people would know where they should go."  I thought about that for a moment
and said, "Well, I usually don't believe in stories like that, but I have
to say it sounds more likely than blaming your parents for bringing evil
spirits."

And so we drove along quietly for a while, each lost in our own thoughts
about how our two ancestral villages have been destroyed by the industrial
might of multinational corporations and America's insatiable appetite for
energy and paper products.  Well, maybe Julian wasn't thinking about it
that way, but I was.  And then I let my thoughts go even further, because I
realized that my grandmother's family had left Farmlandville and found
their way in this world of their own accord, and now a century later here I
was feeling bad about coal mining in that area – but that was nothing
compared to the way that Julian's ancestral forest, given to his people by
Jesus and the angels, had been destroyed, and his ancestors resting places
desecrated, and his entire extended family tossed like trash into a
diaspora of America's shit-holes – just so we could have the very
fast-food paper bags and cheeseburger wrappers I had been handing him for
the past two days.

For a while I felt so awful and guilty I could hardly look at Julian.  But
then I had to snap myself out of that too because really, Julian's people
are far from being the first to have their homeland destroyed in war,
famine, disease, pogroms, or environmental disasters.  And they won't be
the last, either.  It's been going on for thousands of years – why did
my grandmother's family leave behind everything they knew in Germany and
Poland to come to America?  The truth is, I don't know.  It's just the way
of the world.  And now Julian is here, exploring his new world and finding
his place in it, and I am helping him do that.

So I got over it.  And then as we were driving through rural Kentucky
another weird little thing happened.  First, we passed one of those yellow
"caution" signs with a silhouette of a horse and buggy on it, the kind you
see when you are passing through Amish country.  I didn't know there is
Amish country in Kentucky, but there you have it.  Then a little while
later as we were driving up a hill, there was a car that had run off the
road into a road-side drainage ditch.  A group of about four people were
standing around in the road, talking and deciding how to help.  As we
slowed down to pass by, sure enough, they were Amish people from the house
at the top of the hill, you could tell by the way they were dressed.  They
even had one of those scooter-bikes with no gears – and I knew that had
to be their house because it had absolutely no electric lines going to it
and no car in the driveway.  Julian was fascinated by this so I had to take
a few minutes to try and explain it to him.

By that time we were approaching the only town of any size on this whole
leg of the trip – Don't Tell, Indiana – so I found a little diner and
we ate supper and continued on our way.  And then it was my turn to become
curious.  "So anyway," I said, "have ya ever fucked a girl?"  "Oh yeah –
sure!" he said, with typical latino bravado. "No, I mean for real," I said.
"Well, a coupla times," he said, "cuz, ya know, every shit-hole has a
coupla fast girls."

"Fast?" I said, "Oh, in my day I guess we would've said `easy'."  "Yeah,
that sounds like the same thing," he said.

By that time we were coming up to where State Road 73 crosses I-46, and
that is a pretty desolate place in the middle of the Hoover National
Forest.  And sure enough, it turned out that the only business there was a
little Adult Video Store in an old converted gas station.  Julian got that
shit-eating grin on his face again and said, "I bet ya'd get me a porno
movie if I wanted, wouldn't ya?"  Again I flushed red from embarrassment.
"Have ya ever seen a porno film before?" I asked.  "Naw ..." he said,
"... well, yeah, for a coupla minutes ... do they just keep fuckin' like
that for the whole movie?" he asked.  "Pretty much, it's two hours of
fucking, dick-sucking, pussy-eating, spanking, tit-licking – well,
pretty much whatever you're into cuz, there's all different kinds of porno
movies and ya just hafta pick out whatever turns ya on."  Now Julian was
giggling and embarrassed.

"So then, are you saying you want one?"  "Yeah!"  So I pulled over to the
side of the road while we were still some distance away.  "Well, I sure as
shit don't want to be parked at a porn shop and have anybody see that I've
got a kid sitting in the car waiting for me to bring you a fuck movie.  So
why don't you climb in the back and unroll that sleeping bag, and get
inside it and don't move until I come back out.  And If anybody knocks on
the windows or anything don't even peek out, cuz if they've gotta knock it
means it ain't me – I don't hafta knock cuz I've got the key, right?"
"Right," he said, and as soon as he was well hidden in the back I drove up
to the porn shop and parked.

Now, I didn't tell Julian that I brought porn flicks with me on this trip,
hidden under the back seats.  Actually, I still had the DVD's I picked up
as a character in the two other stories I have written!  Specifically, I
had "Fucked By Two Black Men," which I had downloaded and put on a DVD
after watching it with The Mohawk Boy, and I had "Afro-Asian Fuck-Fest #6"
which Tyron gave back to me after using it to play Follow Da Ho with Rachel
& Judy in Everybody's Obsessed With Tyron (Tyron & Rachel both missed Judy
so much they could never even stand to watch Afro-Asian Fuck-Fest after the
break-up).  On this trip to Indiana, I had for some reason even brought
along my carefully-edited video of Mohawk, Cherokee and White Feather
having their gang-bang at the timeshare unit in South Florida – and that
was a pretty elaborate set-up with most of the raw video files being on my
laptop's hard-drive (and of course I had brought the laptop too – the
old laptop – the porn laptop from my secret hiding place) and the
carefully-edited finished products backed up onto 2 DVD's.  Yesserree, I
had brought a whole bunch of porn with me on this trip, but it was all very
carefully stashed away under everything else under the back seats which
were also folded down flat and covered with my suitcase and pillow and
sleeping bag.

But anyway, I figured Julian wouldn't like blacks-on-blonds inter-racial
porn, in fact it might be a total turn-off for him.  So today I was looking
for some simple hard-core latino porn – and pretty soon, there it was:
"Mexican Teenage Pro Girls." With the exception of the title, most of the
text on the box was in Spanish, but the little pictures on the back made it
look like they weren't kidding when they said "teenage" – holy shit
those kids (girls and boys) didn't hardly look legal!  One of the pictures
showed two naked kids smoking, with the caption under it "Esta perra le
gusta drogarse y follar!"  Whether or not Julian would be into it, this
sure looked like a winner to me.  After touring the rest of the store and
being seriously tempted to try and get Julian interested in a bunch of
other sex toys I decided no, just the movie for now, and made my purchase
and left.

When I got in the car I looked in the back and everything was quiet.
Gently lifting the open end of the sleeping bag, I could see Julian was
asleep – we had had a long day, that's for sure.  Then I saw the shorts
and the cup laying there near the sleeping bag, so I knew my handsome young
boy was naked.  Everything was perfect.

From that point it was only about an hour's drive to the Fresh Links
Vacation Resort, by which time it was finally starting to get dark – it
was the last week in June, so just after the summer solstice, and it was
Daylight Savings Time, and we were now in a northern state and about as far
west as you can get in the Eastern Time Zone, so the celestial mechanics of
all this conspired so that sunset wasn't until after 9 PM.  I left Julian
still sleeping in the car while I checked in, then drove around to the far
side of the resort where my unit was.  Even though we had very little
luggage, unpacking the car woke him up so I encouraged him to at least put
his shorts on while I unlocked the place.  Then I brought him in, still
groggy, and even though I offered to pop his porn flick into the DVD player
he said no, not tonight, and so I led him upstairs to his room where he
just crashed face-down on the bed for the night, no covers or anything.  I
grabbed my camera and got some great pictures of my nearly naked handsome
sleeping latino boy.

Then I finished unpacking and retired to my own bedroom, and after calling
my wife to tell her I had made it to the timeshare safe and sound, and that
I love her dearly (which is true!), and talking about her day for a while,
I took some Viagra and got out my porn laptop and downloaded all of my
photos and videos of Julian.  Then I went through them obsessively for a
little while, picking out my favorite photos and video segments to mix
together with "Mexican Teenage Pro Girls" while watching it on the laptop.
Naturally, I wanted to watch the DVD and jerk off and fantasize that Julian
was the dude (or, one of the dudes anyway) in the porn flick, so I made
sure to get everything set up so I could easily flip back and forth between
the porn and Julian, or even watch it all together on split-screen.  By the
time I was ready to let everything roll the Viagra had kicked in and I
definitely had a raging hard-on!

This DVD had four "features," i.e. fucking sessions.  I picked one out at
random and pressed PLAY.  Holy shit!  Even though the back of the box says
(in English) "All actors are at least 18 years of age" I just couldn't
believe that could possibly be true – which of course meant that I was
watching child porn, just what I always wanted!  I immediately started
rationalizing this to myself by saying, oh, well of course – this will
be better for Julian too, because if a child is going to watch porn,
shouldn't it be child porn?  Won't he feel more comfortable watching
beautiful brown-skinned latino kids who look like they must be only a
little older than himself fucking than he would if he were watching
grown-up gringos fuck?  This way, it'll be so much easier for Julian to
"relate" to the kids fucking in the video!  Oh yes, this was actually gonna
be "good" for Julian – OH YEAH, SURE!  You are such a pervert!

But in fact, I soon realized that this video was "even better" than that!
Because in so many porn flicks, they start out with some annoying "plot"
where at the beginning the dude and the slut are party dressed, and he
knocks on her door, and she lets him in, and then they have to talk dirty
for a couple of minutes before going to the couch and ripping each others'
clothes off – or sometimes the slut still has some of her clothes on
while they're fucking (which I find really annoying), or the dude doesn't
get a hard-on right away and the slut has to suck his cock and jerk him off
for a while to get him in the mood, and ... and ... well, guess what?  This
video started right off with Julian and the slut (whose name was
Estrellita, apparently) both already on the couch, naked, and Julian had a
big old boner that never quit for the entire time.  PERFECT!

So there they were on the couch, French kissing and making out and feeling
each other up, but then right away another dude shows up, and he looked to
be several years older – by which I mean it was pretty clear that he
must be at least legal age – and he was holding a joint and some
matches, which the three of them all shared while Estrellita got in
position to suck both of their cocks at the same time.  Well, naturally I
couldn't watch this without getting stoned too, so I paused the video.  I
didn't want to get real wasted – just enough to enhance the child porn –
so I just took a couple of hits from my pipe and got back to it.

So for about the next 45 minutes this porn flick proceeded according to a
pretty conventional format.  First, of course, Estrellita had to suck both
boys' cocks – and she seemed to be quite the cock-sucker too!  She went
from one boy to the other – but – then she really went for it and
took the two cocks and pressed them together with her hands and stuffed
them both in her mouth at once!  Wow – you don't see that very often!
By the way, in this video Julian had a really impressive-sized cock for a
young boy!  He was not circumcised, which ordinarily would be a let-down
for me because all that skin keeps you from being able to see the beautiful
crown of his cock, but since he had a hard-on for the entire length of the
video none of that mattered, right?  Julian had a large, straight prick
with a well-shaped cockhead, and a great set of wrinkly testicles that
rocked around as he fucked his little chiquita.  And no pubic hair either –
actually none of those kids had any pubic hair, which of course enhanced
their youthful appearance although I suspect they had been shaved just for
that purpose before filming.  Anyway, I knew Julian must have been shaved
because I had already briefly seen his penis the night before so I knew he
had a little tuft of peach fuzz, and of course the older boy must have been
shaved too.  PS – I also knew Julian was circumcised (for the same
reason), so it's a good thing he maintained a throbbing boner though the
whole video because otherwise I would've experienced cognitive dissonance!

Anyway, then it was time to move on to riding one boy's cock while sucking
the other's prick, which I'm sure you know means that that the first time
the older boy sat on the couch and Estrellita sat on his cock, and after
getting in position Julian also climbed on the couch and stuck his cock in
her mouth. Then the older boy held her in place while she bounced up and
down while trying to keep Julian's cock in her mouth. I always enjoy this
part of a porn flick – but it's kind of distracting whenever the dude's
cock slips out of the slut's mouth, which in this case happened pretty
often because after all Estrellita was not the most experienced porn slut
in the world.  In fact it was a little distressing because I really really
wanted to watch Julian get his cock sucked!  Of course, after a while the
two dudes switched places and it was Julian's turn to have his cock ridden.
That was way cool!  By this time I had such a raging Viagra-and-pot-fueled
hard-on I was having trouble keeping myself from cumming too soon – and
I definitely did not want to cum until Julian was at least part of the way
through fucking that little chiquita doggy-style while she sucked the older
boy's cock, which I knew must be coming up pretty soon.

Which it did.  The older boy sat on the couch first, with Estrellita
kneeling on the floor and Julian "bringing up the rear" so to speak.  Every
time Julian pounded that little girl's pussy it slammed her little mouth
right down onto the older boy's huge cock, and that was a real turn-on.  I
shot my load well before he was finished, and once the two boys switched
off and Julian was getting his cock sucked I started to clean up my mess.
As usual for this type of porn flick, the feature ended with both boys
cumming all over the little girl's face while she had her mouth open and
tongue out.

I shut down the laptop and got my shower, and then I nodded off for the
night.  Tomorrow was going to be a big day.