Miguel - Part 1

Miguel was 12 years old. He was one of Mexicos youngest bullfighter. Today he placed several banderialls into the
neck of the bull, six of them.
He had taunted the bull, running from one side to another until the beast got exhausted. After a pretty fight he
had taken his sword out, aiming for the bulls back and trusting it in as deep as he could.
He beast was walking a few metres, suffering and Miguel had enjoyed its torture. The bull collapsed and all where
happy.

But now Miguel was into his bed. It was night. He was 12 and he killed a bull. And he wore nothing, because of the
heat of the night. Miguel moved his hand over his bare flat children abs.
He tought about the kill, imaginized he could torture the bull more. Instead of six banderiallas he would place
ten, fourteen or twentytwo into the back. Little darts to taunt it would be cool too.
With a small knife he could reach different parts of the bulls body, for example its belly.

Yes, he would drive the knife into the defenceless belly of the bull, many times. And he would let it stuck in.
Miguels continued stroking his own belly up and down. His cock went stiff and erected.
With the small darts he would aim for the bulls eyes. He would test everything. He would jump on the bulls back,
torturing it with knifes. He would stab the banderillas into the sides. Weaken the muscles of the leg to turn
the beast over and attack the belly. Oh, yes, that would be good.

Miguel touched his sensitive cock. Everyone of this toughts made him very hot. He dreamed about different way of
killing the bull. Just, a lance, he tought. Just a lance stabbed into the bulls guts. Miguel started stroking.
He would bend down to reach the bulls underside with his lance and stab it there. The animal would suddenly rear up
and stomp. But Miguel would stab the lance into again and again. The best thing would be if the bull is bound.
He could see the spasms of the underside while he would drove the lance into.

The blood would flow freely out of its belly and he would continue stabbing for minutes. He could drive the lance
as deep as he could. This would defeat the bull. But even after he hopefully fell to its side. Miguel would not
stop. He would push the lance into the belly of the laying bull for some more minutes. And it would try to rear up.
Miguels stomach muscles tighten. A strong feeling build up into his loins. He gasped, thighting the muscles of
his belly more and flexing hard. Hot juices squirting out of his small, slender body.

He threw the cover of the bed aside and turned on the light. He loved to see the spasms of the belly and squirted
more into the line between his muscles. Totally excausted he was laying back, breathing heavyly. He stroked over
his bare stomach and spread out the cum all over it. That was a great feeling he thought.
He forget to pull the cover over his body again and layed totally naked on his bed.

In the night he had a strange dream. He was a knight on his horse. But instead an armor he only wear a short pant.
He did not wear shoes at all and his feet where bigger than usual. He had a big lance and stood in front of a
dinosaur. It was a T-Rex with strong legs and jaws and a big, soft belly.
Miguel was smiling in his dream. The lance was very long and sharp. He aimed for the soft stomach with his lance.
His horse started running very fast, galopping to the t-rex, while Miguel was pointing the lance to the belly and
with a big scream the lance impaled the t-rex belly.

The great dinosaur was rearing up very high. Miguel pulled the lance out, rode away only to come back and do it
again. He was impaling the great belly fifteen times until the t-rex collapsed to its side.
Miguel rode more times against the great belly and after his fall he was able to trust the lance into the stomach
again and again. It was a dream. The dinosaur suffered but he did not die.
Miguel counted a hundred times. Everywhere was blood. On his feet, his belly and the ground.

It was morning and Miguel was still sleeping. He still rode on his horse against the big t-rex belly. His
girlfriend came in, saw Miguel totally naked with his stiff penis pointing out. She was twelve year old too and
was happy to see her boyfriend so hot and sexy. Instead of waking him up she touched his cock and started stroking
it up and down. Miguel was still fighting the animal.
Claire, thats the name of the girl stroked faster, making Miguels body react. She saw the dried cum on his belly
and smiled. The boy was trusting the lance every ten seconds into the t-rex belly and abdomen.

Then Miguels abdomen was getting hard, his hips bucking and with a few strokes the girl was drawing his sperm out
of him. It hit neck, chest and belly. Claire stroked faster, making the boy cumming harder. The t-rex suffered
so much, making him hot. Then it was rearing its head upwards and finally dying.
Claire was stroking faster now, making Miguel woke up. He felt helpless. His belly was wet and he was ashamed.
Although he had orgasmed, his girl was stroking hard, making him fell pain into his sides.

But the pain was going away and Miguel jerked his whole body from time to time. His girlfriend smile was so sweet.
He remembered his dream about the t-rex, imagined having his girlfriend on his side, killing the t-rex with her
bare girlie feet and her lance into the belly.
Or she would use a sword to disembowl the beast. Perhaps a dragon with a hidden belly would be hot to.
They would both force the beast onto its hindlegs, exposing its soft belly and stab and jab into it many times.
Miguel came again, squirting all on his stomach. It was floating down his sides and he was exhausted.

Surely they would find animals similar to dragons in todays world.
He loved his girlfriend.


End Part 1