Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2014 20:40:10 -0700
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
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."

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