Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 08:54:24 -0700
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Truth or Dare

TRUTH OR DARE by AIHU FIST

He was a fatty boy, specs and all, just like `Piggy' in the Lord of the
Flies. I know he could not help it, he was the product of this age and of
parents who indulged in anything Pedrito -I had picked up his name from his
friends on the bus- liked since he had left the pram. The latest I-phone,
the latest app, you named it, Pedrito got and had it. My eyes feasted on
his bulge, because it was so prominent in those school trousers with triple
folds at both sides of his groin; the fashionable kind one can wear at any
party. HIs bulge was in my face as he stood holding the pole close to my
seat. I imagined him dancing against the pole, grinding his softly cock
around it, arching back like any pro in Boy's Town in Pattaya. His lips
were a shade paler than pink with a nose Michael Jackson would have stolen
from him, a double chin in the making, and yet he was so composed and
self-confident. I imagined him going to bed, stripping his briefs from his
gluttons as round as Dolly Parton's silicone tits. The temptation to strip
him on the bus like they do in the Japanese porn videos, was stirring
something dormant in my pants. Tantalisingly tempting, Piggy stood in the
bus holding the pole tightly, so he would not fall when the bus took the
next corner. He was miles away though, by now all of his mates had jumped
off the bus ages ago, and the bus driver was speeding up the old car,
because he was running behind schedule. So, instead of proceeding to our
final bus stop, the driver asked us politely to understand his problem and
to get off the bus, in the middle of nowhere.

Now that was quite a feat, because we had to walk a mile through an area
that was considered an archaeological site in the making. where lots of
excavations had started. The site was divided by the Pan-American highway
and after dark it was not so safe at all here. Gangs hung about to assault
any tourist or local who would dare hanging out here alone. It was twilight
and the boy could not convince the driver to get us to town. He whimpered
and nearly cried; I think I saw teardrops welling up behind his specs.

"The man behind the wheel laughed and said: "You are a big boy, it will do
you some good to walk a while, besides this caballero will keep an eye on
you and maybe help you to get home."

I winked at the driver and off we got. Pedrito struggled with his very
heavy school bag and did not talk to me. Was he afraid of me, a `caballero'
(gentleman)? We trudged on for a while, we still had another mile ahead of
us. Suddenly, he stopped, sweat pouring from his brow. He loosened his
necktie and undid the first two buttons below the tie. He looked concerned
and at last he looked me in the eye and said: "Senor, I know a shortcut
through the archaeologic site. I used to play here some years
ago. Otherwise we will not make it before dark to my home."

"Are you serious boy?"

"Sure, just follow me," Pedrito said.

"OK, I will follow you and give me your bag, it seems far too heavy to me."

He gave me a grin from ear to ear and began walking. His bag was not that
heavy for me but for Pedrito, who did not practice a lot of sports but the
ones he was ordered to do at school, it must have weighed a ton. By 6AM the
sun went down and we had to be throughout the ancient site before it set.
Pedrito walked quite self-assured for about twenty minutes and then he
stopped again.  "What ´s up amigito, are you tired?"

Pedrito turned around and his face read panic allover.

"Yes, but I also not sure about this shortcut, I am afraid we are lost and
it is nearly dark, señor"

I could not believe how stupid I had been in having taken for truth
anything Pedrito had said. I, a responsible adult, should have paid for a
taxi and have delivered him home. Since I was not from this place, I was
lost too.

"This is a joke, right?"  "No sir, truly I am lost. I used to play here but
that was about five years ago. What shall we do?"  "Well, There is no point
in continuing in the dark. We must spend the night here."  I sported a
leather jacket, long trousers, socks and brown cowboy boots; I was not
going to feel cold, but Pedrito had only his white school shirt with short
sleeves, cotton trousers, socks and shoes to protect him from the evening
cold. As we spoke we saw the twilight turn into the night. No sound but the
whipping wind we heard. Fortunately, this was a hot country and we were
protected by the mud walls, so we should not feel anything that lashed this
area at night.

"Are you afraid, amigito?"  "No, senor, I am not. Are you?"  "No hermanito,
but why don ´t we introduce ourselves once and for all? I am Jay and you
are?  "Pedrito, but they call me names at school I hate to hear.  "I bet
they do...Pedrito" - I nearly blurted out Piggy instead.

Then we said nothing for a while, we were miles away. My watch read 6.30
pm.

"Hey Pedrito, how old are you?"  "Nearly thirteen, Jay."  -No kidding, I am
thirty-one.  -Are you married?  -No.

I was the age when everything still went for me, my body was in good shape
and all, thanks to years of yoga practice. But now I was horny and I
thought of how Piggy could meet my needs, tonight whether he agreed or not
was no point of concern then. He could not run far if he did not like it or
scream because no one would be here to hear us. Probably he found out about
wanting already. Kids like him grow into loners or nerds and geeks, do they
not?

"Pedrito, come here and sit by my side, let ´s be good chums and keep
each other warm for the night, which might me good or bad for us. Piggy did
not budge or move, he just stared my direction which with the full moon I
could see as if a torch shined on it.

"Let ´s play a game," I suggested.  "Truth or dare."  "I know the game,"
Piggy said.  "Great, so let ´s start."

I let him choose from two of my fists in which I had two matches of
different lengths. He chose the longest one, so he got o ask the first
question.

"Is it true that you have a dog in your house?"  "Yes," I said.  "Now my
turn. Is it true that you can french kiss?"  "Yes," Piggy said.  "Dare it,"
I answered.  "There is no girl here," he said.  "Who says it has to be a
girl. You can kiss me, and if you do not do the dare, then you must take
off a piece of clothing."  "I am not going to kiss a man," Piggy rebuked.
"Then you take of your shirt, trousers, or your socks.  I was lucky that he
taken off his shoes before we started the game, so tern was less time to
waste until he would be sitting stark naked in front of me, because I knew
he was going to be for I had decided so, whatever the outcome of the game.

"Is it true that you have kissed a girl?" Piggy asked.  "Yes," I said.
"Dare by showing it to me."  "There is no girl," I whined copycating him.
"Show how you do it with your tongue."

So I did. He giggled obviously warming up to the game rules.  "My turn: Is
it true you have no hair on your pubes?"  "Yes!"  "Show them to me!"  "No,
You cannot ask this from me, it is inapropriate.I am still a child."  "You
are not a child anymore, you are thirteen and most have hair down there by
that age. The Indians boys of your age have become a warrior by then, did
you know that?"

Piggy said nothing, just looked askance at me, then projected his gaze at
the moon above us.  How was I going to see that willy of his, I could not
wait any longer. My cock was pecking against my fly. I bit my lip and let
it go...

"Is it true that you have hair on your chest, Jay?"  "No."  " I dare you to
show it to me."  "OK. I will, but from now on, you must do the dares I dare
you with too.

Piggy said nothing.  Then he looked me in the eye and shot me a wily
glance.

"Deal, Jay."

He bit the bait, I thought. My cock agreed. I rolled up my T-shirt exposing
my chest without one hair to be seen. So, I did not have to give away a
piece of clothing.

"Is it true that you have coloured undies on, boy?"  "Yes, sir, I do" "Show
them to me."

He zipped down his fly and I saw white Calvin Klein's.

"You lied!" I hissed.

Why did my Piggy lie?

"Take your trousers off, I snapped"

To my surprise he did that without whimpering; his big fatty arse sat tight
in white briefs and begged to be pounced.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" He asked.  "Yes, I do."  "Show me a picture of
her."  "I have none on me..."  "Take your jacket off," Piggy spoke now more
self-confident than ever.  "Are you briefs speckless clean?"  "Yes, I do."
"Get up then and turn around, so I can check them."  He spun on his heels,
while the fat tummy bulge hung a little over the waist band.

"You lose again, I see some brown poo marks at the back."  "I do not," my
Piggy stammered."

He was too big to be able to twist his back so that he could look at it
himself.

I pointed it out with a flashlight I had in my pocket, which embarrassed
him so badly he covered his arse with his hands.

"The poo comes through from the inside, if you do not believe me, take your
underpants down and look at them yourself."

"No, I believe you," Piggy said, trying to gain time and avoid more
humiliation.

"So, you lost, now you must take off your shirt."

There he sat with his socks and y-fronts on, only an arm's length away from
me. He was a fine warmblooded specimen; not once did I see him shiver, but
I got hotter by the minute. This boy was not the handsomest lad in the
world or my boy type, but he was young and had sensual lips, a spongy wet
tongue and a virgin boy pussy. He shook me out of my revery with a stupid
question.

"Are you rich?"  "No, I ain`t."  "Show me your wallet, then."  "Wow, you
have five-hundred dollars on you??? So, once again you lied. Now YOU must
take your socks off, Jay!"

I did so, the game was getting excitingly close to what I had fantasised on
the bus.

"Do you dare to touch yourself there?" he asked.  "Sure," I smiled.  " I
dare you to zip open your fly."  "No problem, Pedrito."

With an everyday ease I exposed the pink colours of my jocks.

"You must touch your willie, Jay."

I complied; in all serenity I placed my full hand over my crotch. So, I
could once more keep my clothes on me.

"My turn again, I said. "Is it true that you can piss one meter far?"
"Sure."  "Do it."  "No, Jay, I won ´t."  "OK, now I dare you to take
down your briefs, Pedrito, `cause you lost the game. And I won the big
prize."  "NO..."  "Well, if you do not take them off, you will not get your
schoolbag back or your clothes, because I am taking them with me. They are
mine, that is the game. You said you knew the game."  "But they are
different rules, you changed them!"

I grabbed his clothes and rolled them under my arm.

"Okay," Piggy said, "You won."

He slowly peeled the Y-fronts of his bum and asked: "So, what is the prize
you have won?"  "I will show it to you when you come and sit next to me and
close your eyes," I piped.

He moved closer and kept his eyes closed. I moved my mouth to his and
flicked my tongue between his lips. He pushed me away but I came back with
full force and held his head between my two strong hands. His mouth was
instantly dry with fear, my tongue seeking frantically to mate with his. I
was too tall and I came on stronger than I had wanted, but my hormones went
beserk. I pushed the boy onto his back and laid my hands over his precious
jewels. My god, he squashed my middle-fingers like a clam with his thighs,
when I tried to feel him up under his ball sac. I detached my lips from his
to catch my breath and he screamed like a squealing pig. I let him scream
as much as he liked. no one was around, no one would hear him. "Shush, no
one is going to hear you, we are in the pampa...so calm down. You agreed to
play the game, you lost and now I get my prize, Piggy." The cat was out of
the bag, I had called a spade a spade. Just mentioning the name Piggy, made
he pinch his butt.

"Ouch," he yelled. "How do you know how they call me at school?" He spat
out.

My cock was aching, my heart was racing, and my head spun with the wildest
ideas about him.

"Piggy, your arse is like a piggy bank, I need to put some savings into
it. You will never get a chance like this anymore. An oversized little
brat, overfed by mummy and daddy, who give in to all your whims needs some
lessons from his friends, and I am your friend. I call you Piggy, Piggy
Bank, Lechon (baby pig) because you need to know that you look like one.

I gave him a kiss on cheek and licked his double chin.

"You ate too many pizzas, hamburgers, and filled your guts with soda pop
until you literally pop out of your clothes. No girl or boy would want you
for anything for you have become a cute little pig. Don ´t they call you
that at school? Let me take your specs of your piggy head. You even got a
cute tiny little tail."

I pulled it and squeezed it.

"But we can hardly see it under your chubby tummy."

I had pinned him down under my knees and grabbed the glasses and put them
away. Just like Piggy in the novel, he could not see much without them.

"You look a lot cuter like this, me thinks."

He sobbed and snorted his grief away.

"And you snort like one, very well done. I am sure you love Wieners and hot
dogs, do you not?"  "Yes, I do," he sobbed, not knowing what I was hinting
at.  "Well, I have one for you, but you got to close your eyes again and
open your mouth, you hear? Otherwise you must walk on all fours and snort
when you walk, and no clothes back?"

He nodded and sighed.

"That ´s my Piggy boy. I count to three and then you open your mouth OK?
It will take a while, but you keep the eyes close, and if you don ´t I
will spank you, is that understood?"  "Yes, Jay," he stammered.

I undressed myself with no problem at all. Piggy just lay still, too afraid
to utter a sound or even to breathe; soon I was sitting comfortably on a
human pouf, naked on his chest with my dick close to his double chin. He
was so fat he could take my weight and I was only seventy kilograms. I had,
of course, grown quite a boner which made me feel good and ready for some
action. This copper coloured mestizo kiddo sure did arouse me. My dick was
now eighteen centimetres long and fatter than a hot dog. I slowly pulled
its foreskin back. With his upper arms under my knees, I cupped his round
head in both my hands and ordered him to open his mouth.

"Here comes the hot dog, baby, but remember not to open your eyes, whatever
you feel and even if you do not like the flavour, just eat it?"

I shoved it in and of course he gagged a bit; he did not squeal anymore and
seemed just fine at lying still while I just kept shoving it in and
out. Sometimes he squirmed his body to the left and right or had his knees
up. I presumed he understood what I was doing and starting to like it
although he could not say it in many words.

"I am sure that this is the best hot dog you have ever tasted in your life,
Piggy boy. As I said that I stroked through his hair and my other hand went
behind my butt to caress his family jewels. They were preciously soft. The
scrotum wrinkled and reduced to zero from the exposure to the soft wind
that blew around us. He had a bit of tiny bush so I said: "You lied, did
you not Piggy. You are a little adult already...do you have some jizz too,
how often did you pull it at home, ay?"

I slid out of the boy ´s cavity and paused a minute.

"Did you like the hot dog, Piggy?"

He only nodded, without opening his eyes.

"Good, because the food party is not over yet. Keep those eyes closed lest
you don ´t want a spanking. Now you will get the best soda pop you ever
had. Open your mouth real wide. I will squirt it into you."

I needed a leak real badly. Because I was a vegetarian and had never
touched any sodas or alcohol, my drug was boy sperm and water, so whatever
urine I would piss would be colourless and tasteless. I was going to give
him my crystal shower, straight from the tap. My dick's head had gone limp
of too much talking, it would help me in relieving me, though. I just let
go and of it and let it stream into the boy's gully. He swallowed it all.

"How was the soda, piggy boy?"

He nodded again, so he had liked it. It was time for some different action.

"You are such a well educated boy but because of your unhealthy life you
have lots of health problems. I need to examine you from top to toe and see
if you have diabetes. So, turn onto your tummy, and don ´t you dare open
those eyes, because if I find out that you do you had better say a few
prayers, you hear?"  
Piggy nodded.

"Good, there you go, turn onto that big big hamburger tummy of yours. Be
careful not to squash your private parts."

"No, Jay, please do not," Piggy squealed.

I perused the entire length of his spine from his neck to his tail bone; he
shivered with every touch of my digits; he was hugely sensitive despite his
thick skin. Then, I grabbed my trousers to get my vaseline, which I always
carry on me; yes, I am always prepared for an occasion like this. I pinched
him here and there and sometimes he said `ouch', but he had stopped
protesting. I thought I had finally pacified him. I massaged him in the
neck, then his flanks where most of the fat sat; he had three pairs of love
handles, pretty impressive, though. The nicest thing to touch were his
buttocks; I must say that compared to the buns that I have known of slender
boys, they kind of challenged me, provoked me to pinch them, rub them hard,
bite in them. The latter I did not do, but I could not resist to part both
globes and shine my torch on the anus. NO, he did not flinch or say
anything.

"You have so much fat, Piggy, would you not like to send some of it to
Africa to the poor skinny children there? I would love to take a bite from
it, just for them. If I bite and it does not hurt it means you got too
much, agreed?"

"Yes, Jay," he quipped.

Gosh, it drove me mad to see such a heap of meat, where would I start? I
thought. I bit in the left bun, he did not show any signs of pain, I bit in
the right; same thing. I then parted his legs and rubbed hem real hard for
ten minutes and my fingers got closer to his virginity. My cock stood erect
shining with vaseline with the full moon watching. next, I grabbed both
buns and parted them real quick and landed my rock hard rod against the
Piggy anus.

"Here come my savings, Piggy!"

He wanted to move away, his head jerked up and his arms scratched the soil
as if he was paddling away on a bodyboard. Oh, but I had my prize, I had my
hands on his shoulders and lunged forward. Piggy squealed again, the pork
coming alive under the Wolf ´s dagger.

"Yessssss," I hissed, "Yesssss," I was half way in, and he squealed louder
until he stopped moving and then was still.

"You stIll like it, Piggy?"  "Yes," he snorted. "Very much so, but it
hurts."  "Sometimes beautiful things may hurt and many things you will find
are rare."  
I gave him another shove of my hips and now I was
all in and remained there to feel the intense heat of his insides. I slid
out of his piggy hole and directed him on all fours. We started from
scratch and his hole was more accommodating, he even pushed his bum
backwards with every push forward of my penis. I loved to grab his tummy
fat and slap his buns until they were crimson red; I was out of control, I
dug my nails in his thighs and tweaked his nipples until they were
sore. Too bad he was not a sow, I could have twirled half a dozen to
pink. I was going to come pretty soon, so I pulled out. Got him to lie on
his back again and perform soixante-neuf. Oh, I could not finish without
giving him a blow-job. This Piggy runt, I was sure, was going to teach
others, and one thing you cannot omit is sucking a lollypop. He sucked my
hotdog, with eyes shut and I squirted copiously in his throat while I
gobbled up his Piggy eggs and dicky trove. The truth was, his dicky was not
fat and it was not a piggy one either, but I had an entire banquet to
myself. My cum oozed over his fat lips and I kissed him for that. We
enjoyed my jizz together. Soon after that it was `bedtime'. My cock's head
was covered in blood as if he had just come home from a cock fight, but at
last he was not a virgin anymore.

"Here, Piggy, clean my wolf dick." I made him lick it off which was amazing
to watch. Then we huddled together and went to sleep on the bare soil.

In the morning we got our clothes on and I got him home. Mum was fine. she
had been worried, she said and not yet called the cops. She made me a cup
of coffee and said she was very grateful for having taken care of her son
at my home. We got away with a white lie; the fact that our clothes had not
been soiled did not give her an idea we had spent the night on the ground
in the pampa.

"You are welcome any time," mummy said, and gave me a wink. She put a pizza
and Coke on the table, but Piggy was not hungry or thirsty. We sure had
hoodwinked her. I did not wash my cock for a week, the sight of virgin
blood on it was the prize I earned. I thanked the bus driver in my dreams
and prayed for another such encounter some time.

thanks

Aihu