This story is mostly Hogg's.
But first I have to tell you some about me.
When I was eleven, I used to suck off a kid named Pedro behind the bottom landing of the stairs that went to the basement. He was a sad-looking, thirteen-year-old spic who wore baggy pants I don't think he ever changed, and a white, short-sleeved shirt he put on fresh Sunday mornings; Saturday nights it was gray.
Standing by the radiator, he would grind his sneakers on the gritty boards and rub the heel of his hand on the hard place over his groin. His knuckles were red from chewing. "You want it?" He'd dart around scared glances. "Come on, take it now. Go on, take it." His zipper was always half open.
Squatting, I'd nose between the brass teeth to smell his sweat. He would push penis, both testicles, and the two little fingers of his left hand into my mouth. Holding his thin hips, I troweled my tongue inside his foreskin, till, leaning and grunting, he would spurt his greasy juice and, quickly limp, a tablespoon of urine.
Once he told me, when I stood up, "You look funny down there. You really look funny."
There were two mattresses in the cellar already.
I helped him carry the third one down. Then he got his fifteen-year-old sister, Maria, made her lie on her back, pulled her new skirt up, her stained panties down, and wedged his chin between her thighs, his eyes blinking over her cunt hair. "Look at her." He lifted his head. "She giggle all the time like that. Anybody fuck on her and she giggle. You suck my dick while I eat it out her pussy, huh?" Later he made her take all her clothes off and crawled on top, while she
clawed the back of his shirt, big thighs shaking outside the sweaty cloth of his pants, big tits flattened beneath the wadded Saturday gray.
"Tickle my nuts!"
I put my hand between them where they rocked. His penis was very hot and slipped against the side of my palm. I tried to get some fingers into her. Then I tried to put my face down there and lick at her, but I couldn't.
He shot.
"Hey..." He panted, rolling off. "You didn't tickle my nuts." But he was grinning. His belt was still closed but the top button on his pants had come apart. His crotch hair was wet and his cock—a wrinkled nozzle with a thick vein up the side—shone. "You wanna fuck on her now?"
Maria had her forearm over her mouth. She watched me across it, blinking. She was making hiccuppy sounds.
"Come on, come on." Pedro hit her thigh with the back of his hand. "Open it, huh?"
She opened her legs for my face. Rough hair cut my mouth, till I got to the wet cunt, spreading around my chin. I sank in the double taste. My tongue went up against a fold in the roof where a nut, hooded in wet flesh, made her thighs clap my ears. I jabbed deeper, holding her buttocks while a mattress button on a loose thread dug the back of my hand.
She dribbled down one side of my chin.
"Fuck on her!" Pedro insisted. "Don't you know how to fuck?"
He leaned on my back with one hand, with the other reached between my legs, caught my fly. "Buttons...!"
he said, before he found there were only two left. "Shit, man!" He put his hand inside and pulled my cock out. Stiff, it hurt on the edge of the denim. I almost came. "Oh, Christ," Pedro said. "You better put that thing up her pussy, cocksucker!"
I crawled up Maria and ground my wet face in her neck. She Shisssed beside me.
For a while I tried to just poke it in while I held onto her shoulders. But somebody has to use hands. I got the head in; and
pushed. She just stopped breathing, then went, "Uhhhh _ " With
one hand I held her shoulder and rubbed the side of her squashed tit with the other. Every third or fourth push, she'd shake her head and gasp. Her legs flapped against my sides. She lifted her feet off the mattress; and when I'd relax after a hunch in her, her ankles hit my hips.
Once I felt Pedro's fingers, like curious mice, play in the plunging juncture. But he took them away.
When I was coming, the place right
But first I have to tell you some about me.
When I was eleven, I used to suck off a kid named Pedro behind the bottom landing of the stairs that went to the basement. He was a sad-looking, thirteen-year-old spic who wore baggy pants I don't think he ever changed, and a white, short-sleeved shirt he put on fresh Sunday mornings; Saturday nights it was gray.
Standing by the radiator, he would grind his sneakers on the gritty boards and rub the heel of his hand on the hard place over his groin. His knuckles were red from chewing. "You want it?" He'd dart around scared glances. "Come on, take it now. Go on, take it." His zipper was always half open.
Squatting, I'd nose between the brass teeth to smell his sweat. He would push penis, both testicles, and the two little fingers of his left hand into my mouth. Holding his thin hips, I troweled my tongue inside his foreskin, till, leaning and grunting, he would spurt his greasy juice and, quickly limp, a tablespoon of urine.
Once he told me, when I stood up, "You look funny down there. You really look funny."
There were two mattresses in the cellar already.
I helped him carry the third one down. Then he got his fifteen-year-old sister, Maria, made her lie on her back, pulled her new skirt up, her stained panties down, and wedged his chin between her thighs, his eyes blinking over her cunt hair. "Look at her." He lifted his head. "She giggle all the time like that. Anybody fuck on her and she giggle. You suck my dick while I eat it out her pussy, huh?" Later he made her take all her clothes off and crawled on top, while she
clawed the back of his shirt, big thighs shaking outside the sweaty cloth of his pants, big tits flattened beneath the wadded Saturday gray.
"Tickle my nuts!"
I put my hand between them where they rocked. His penis was very hot and slipped against the side of my palm. I tried to get some fingers into her. Then I tried to put my face down there and lick at her, but I couldn't.
He shot.
"Hey..." He panted, rolling off. "You didn't tickle my nuts." But he was grinning. His belt was still closed but the top button on his pants had come apart. His crotch hair was wet and his cock—a wrinkled nozzle with a thick vein up the side—shone. "You wanna fuck on her now?"
Maria had her forearm over her mouth. She watched me across it, blinking. She was making hiccuppy sounds.
"Come on, come on." Pedro hit her thigh with the back of his hand. "Open it, huh?"
She opened her legs for my face. Rough hair cut my mouth, till I got to the wet cunt, spreading around my chin. I sank in the double taste. My tongue went up against a fold in the roof where a nut, hooded in wet flesh, made her thighs clap my ears. I jabbed deeper, holding her buttocks while a mattress button on a loose thread dug the back of my hand.
She dribbled down one side of my chin.
"Fuck on her!" Pedro insisted. "Don't you know how to fuck?"
He leaned on my back with one hand, with the other reached between my legs, caught my fly. "Buttons...!"
he said, before he found there were only two left. "Shit, man!" He put his hand inside and pulled my cock out. Stiff, it hurt on the edge of the denim. I almost came. "Oh, Christ," Pedro said. "You better put that thing up her pussy, cocksucker!"
I crawled up Maria and ground my wet face in her neck. She Shisssed beside me.
For a while I tried to just poke it in while I held onto her shoulders. But somebody has to use hands. I got the head in; and
pushed. She just stopped breathing, then went, "Uhhhh _ " With
one hand I held her shoulder and rubbed the side of her squashed tit with the other. Every third or fourth push, she'd shake her head and gasp. Her legs flapped against my sides. She lifted her feet off the mattress; and when I'd relax after a hunch in her, her ankles hit my hips.
Once I felt Pedro's fingers, like curious mice, play in the plunging juncture. But he took them away.
When I was coming, the place right
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