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Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and heavy raunch, along with a few other delicious depravities. It is extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...it is set in the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com and especially in this case. I'd love ideas on what young Jared encounters in the Hall of Pigs!
The door to the Hall of Familial Love was a humble affair ... simple, plain wood, no windows or glass, and with a standard brass doorknob. It looked like all the doors in Jared's house and every other suburban home he'd ever been in. Curiously, it also had a homemade construction paper sign thumbtacked to it announcing "Tommy's Room" in assorted bright magic marker colors. But turning the knob and walking in, Jared quickly understood why all these details had been chosen by the museum's designers. It turned out the Hall of Familial Love was one giant kid's bedroom.
And what a bedroom! It was like something out of a dream. The walls were covered with posters of famous sports stars and some of Jared's favorite superheroes: Captain Cum; The Iron Cock; Dr. Elasticunt. There were at least three jumbo tv's playing various porn loops, along with a fourth showing everyone's favorite Saturday morning cartoon -- The Freak Patrol -- about a group of circus kids that had yard-long cocks and solved mysteries. Even though this museum gallery was set entirely inside the building, the curators had created the illusion of open bedroom windows, just like those in Jared's own home. His house contained no curtains or blinds (although he had read about them in his history books), as was the case at every other house in his middle-class subdivision. How else could the neighbors watch you fuck?
The museum went further still in recreating the perfect child's bedroom. They had installed a piss-soaked carpeted floor that was littered with board games and sports equipment, ash trays, bongs, sex toys, filthy clothes, and well-fucked stuffed animals. There were crates of books and porn, and shelves lined with trophies like "Biggest Cock, First Grade" and "Most Wrecked Fuckhole, Washington Elementary School." Best of all, the massive hall was filled with beds of every variety: bunkbeds and beds shaped like racing cars, firetrucks, and pirate ships. There were waterbeds, beds inside teepees and pillow forts, and just plain, bare mattresses stained brown and yellow, strewn about the floor.
The room was also packed with at least a 100 grown men and young boys. Jared spotted several of his classmates along with other kids of every age, color, size, and shape. Clearly this was one of the most popular sections of the museum. The groans and grunts of the huge orgy was loud and aggressive, filling Jared's ears. That's when he noticed a pair of headphones attached to a small panel with a button, right at the hall entrance. Although Jared was quite certain 99% of the hall's current visitors had completely skipped over this interpretive station, Jared dutifully put on the headphones and pushed the button. The familiar voice began:
"Encouraging the bonds between fathers and sons, along with other extended family members such as uncles, brothers, cousins, and grandfathers, was always one of the primary goals amongst the Original Families of Pigs. Long connected to each other through their own incestuous love, the Families sought to share this special joy with men everywhere. Through their efforts, the constricting bonds of old taboos and prohibitions were eroded. The flood gates seemed to open as centuries of pent-up desires and repressed passions were finally released. In the span of less than two years, every law outlawing familial sex was lifted, and soon there were no longer ANY limits for fathers to enjoy his son's cock, throat, and ass. By mid-century, raising sons in an incestuous family was universally practiced and celebrated.
"Here in the Hall of Familial Love we have created a monument to one of man's greatest achievements: restoring the natural sexual bonds between fathers and sons. Although today families are encouraged to fuck whenever and wherever they wish, we have provided you an idealized boy's bedroom as a tribute to those early pedophile pioneers who snuck into their son's bedroom in the dead of the night. In spite of the risks, they taught their sons the beauty of male-male love in moonlit bedrooms across the nation. Please enjoy your time in this special space."
Jared slipped the headphones off and the cacophony of the massive man/boy rut in front of him returned. Leaving the entrance and listening station, he wandered into the scrum, walking amongst the sweaty, thrusting hordes for a few minutes. He allowed big meaty hands to fondle his lithe body, slip into his puffy hole, and tug on his engorged cock and balls. Eventually he flopped down on a slippery bean bag, still warm from the previous occupant, and wet with sweat, piss, and cum. A pack of reds was on a nearby table, and the 12-year-old lit up a cigarette that then dangled from his still shit-stained mouth as he looked around the room. Without much conscious thought, he had picked up a long, black dildo that he absentmindedly slid in and out of his boicunt.
As he widely manspread his thin little legs, smoking and casually plowing his hole, he caught the eye of a hot Mexican meandering his way through the crowd. The 30-something daddy was still dressed head to toe in his work gear, obviously having just come directly from a job site. His hi-vis orange vest and flannel shirt were caked with dirt and mud, and his blue jeans were even filthier. His brown Timberland work boots and heavy wool socks were stained with muck. He was even still wearing his hardhat. The only indication that he wasn't actually on the job was that his fat, uncut cock hung lewdly through the open button fly of jeans. Half-hard and pudgy, the veiny piece of meat was already stiffening at the sight of Jared. The cock had a long sheath that hung a good two inches off the head, and even from a distance, Jared could see it was filthy and ripe. As the man continued his approach to Jared's bean bag seat he caught the worker's ripe, musky scent -- a mixture of sweat, unwashed flesh, and a very dirty jobsite. The swarthy man reached down and cupped Jared's face in his calloused, muddy hand. The boy looked longingly into his stubbled face and beautiful brown eyes. The daddy's hot breath washed over him, filled with the scent of tobacco, beer, and tequila.
"Hola Mijo," he said, running his dirty thumb around Jared's lips before plucking the half-smoked red out of the boy's mouth and putting it in his own. He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke back in Jared's face, which the boy hungrily breathed in.
"Hola Papi," Jared replied, reaching with his free hand to stroke the ever-expanding beercan cock of hot Mexican meat. His new Latino daddy flicked away the cigarette and leaned in further for a kiss. Jared opened his mouth to accept the spicy spit that dripped over his tongue.
"Mi Mijo," the worker moaned into Jared's mouth as they made out. The Mexican was eagerly slobbering along the shitty smears that still coated the boy's face from his last encounter. The man's stubble-ringed mouth worked like a washcloth, wetting and suctioning up the sludgy mix until Jared's freckled cheeks and nose were visible again. Then he went to work on the 12-year-old's nostrils, shoving his frantic tongue deep into each hole, swabbing them out. The whole time he murmured sweetly to his newly-selected son. "Te amo mi angelito," he whispered. I love you my little angel.
"I love you too Papi."
"Tu eres un buen nino."
"Yes, Papi, I'm a very good boy. I'm your very good boy." Jared hands were busy as he enjoyed the tongue-bathing, one hand driving the black dildo in and out of his pink boicunt, the other stroking the daddy to a full, engorged eleven inches. It was so thick it barely fit anymore through the open button fly of the blue jeans. Jared deftly undid the top button, allowing the hooded monster to fully plop out. As the boy enjoyed his nostril-swabbing and blew snot onto the man's dutiful tongue, he tugged hard on the Mexican's hanging cockhood flesh, making Papi moan even louder.
Suddenly, the filthy worker pulled away from their drool- and snot-filled session, and straightened up over the lounging boy. He was panting and moaning, looking down at the skinny twelve-year-old with animalistic lust. In a flash, he reached down and grabbed Jared's spindly legs. He moved with such dexterous speed, Jared didn't have time to register everything that was happening. The Papi first grabbed and tossed away the dildo, then hoisted the boy up by his ankles spreading them in a wide V as far as they could stretch. And finally he sank his entire thick meat into the exposed, gaping hole where he completely bottomed out. Even as loose as he was from the day's activities, Jared screamed with pleasure and pain at the complete and sudden invasion of his hole. Just a minute ago, the Mexican worker had practically cooed love letters into Jared's ear. Now he offered nothing but detached bestial grunts as he started jackhammering Jared's pussyhole. His beautiful brown eyes were now glazed over in crazed desire, his mouth hanging open so that a unceasing flow of drool splattered down his chin and onto the pounded boy's face and neck. Jared just moaned in ecstasy as the beercan dick tore apart his cunt. The worker's filthy blue jeans, which he hadn't pulled down in the least, were rubbing Jared's balls and asscheeks raw.
"Fuck me daddy, you dirty mutherfucker. Fuck me harder. Fuck your boy. Fuck your little Mijo." Jared's nasty urging had the desired effect. The Papi began pounding him even harder and faster. Whatever shit and lube the boy still had in his chute began to wear down under the brutal assault. The friction of flesh on flesh inside his young guts began to burn hotter and hotter. Still, Jared couldn't get enough and begged for more. "Rip me apart Papi. Fuck, I need more. More mutherfucker. Give it to me you fucking dirty wetback piece of shit. MORE!!!" The man went into his final overdrive until his humping was a blur and the flesh-on-flesh smacking radiated halfway across the cavernous room. Then with a roar, the Mexican laborer began unloading his heavy balls.
"AAYYYYYYY," the man bellowed as Jared felt spurt after spurt coat his shit tunnel. The scalding cum filled the boy as if gallons of the stuff were being poured into his guts. Just when it seemed like the dirty Mexican had fully shot his generous load, Jared gasped with pleasure as the man began shaking again, apparently spurred on to a second, back-to-back orgasm. More jizz flooded in, nearly as much as the first climax. Finally, the jets of warm batter slowed then stopped, but the Papi didn't move. He held perfectly still, his cock still buried in the young cunt and his sweaty, dirty hands still splaying the boy's legs to their outer limits. That's when Jared felt yet another flood begin, as his inside filled with hot Mexican beer-and-tequila piss.
"Oh fuck...." Jared moaned as the Papi's thick cock sent waves of warm liquid into his tunnel. He could feel the piss sloshing back and forth, and thought he detected a swell in his lithe belly as the internal geyser continued. As the stream dwindled and ended, the construction worker slowly pulled out his cock, dropped Jared's legs, tenderly tucked his swollen meat back into his tight jeans, and then walked away without a word or glance to Jared. The boy grinned at how used he felt ... a warm hole for daddy's cum and piss. His grin spread wider into a joyful laugh as he ran his hands over his swollen stomach and aching cunt. Fuck, he loved being a daddy's little slut.
That's when he realized he was going to burst if he didn't act fast, and he definitely wanted to keep the generous pour of Latin piss inside him a while longer. Frantically he looked around the floor for whatever might have been discarded or lying about. Luckily he spotted a nice-sized stainless steal butt plug just a few feet away that had rolled under one of the kiddie bunkbeds. Rolling off the beanbag, he carefully crawled across the filthy floor to the large, gleaming ass-stopper, all while holding his still-burning buttcheeks together. Scooping the plug up, he jammed it in with a low, long moan of pleasure. Except for a little piss squishing out around the edges, it had the desired effect. Jared stood upright, secure in the knowledge that his treasure of daddy piss was safely locked inside his guts for now.
He headed back through the scrum of other daddies and other boys, most of them much younger and smaller than him. He wondered how ripped up they would be by the time the daddies were done with them, and if any would be gifted with a deposit of both cum and piss like him. He checked his cockring and saw that his blue gem was activated. Three down. But he'd have to keep up this pace if he wanted to accomplish his goal of visiting the whole museum. He clutched his well-trained hole firmly around the significant plug, and headed onwards to the next gallery. If someone had been listening closely over the groaning and grunting of the orgy, they would have distinctly heard the sound of sloshing inside Jared's boyish frame as he walk/waddled past.