Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2004 01:49:05 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: RICHIE THE RETARD

Over the years I've come to embrace the fact that I have a sadistic,
predatory streak in me that no amount of politically correct socialization
can change.  Surprisingly, the only time it seems to surface is when sex
comes up.  Or politics.  But never mind about that.

It's an interesting combination of manipulation, exploitation, and a
willingness to use force or violence to get what I want in situations that
will tolerate it.  I can't remember a time when I didn't feel this way.  At
heart, I guess I'm what is called a classic fascist personality type.

When I was about 11 or 12 years old a family moved into the house across
the street from my family's house.  I think they were Polish or Czech, I
don't really know, but their last name was an unpronounceable string of
consonants with an occasional vowel thrown in as a general guide.  I do
know that they quickly gained a reputation as cranks and all-round
eccentrics.  They were extremely devout Christians and rarely spoke to
anyone in the neighborhood.  At Christmas time they wouldn't have a
Christmas tree and made it clear that they held the celebration of holidays
to be akin to satanism.  We all thought they were very weird, especially me
and my little gang of buddies.

Anyway, they were a family of three.  The mother and father seemed like old
people to us, but in reality they were probably middle-aged.  They had one
child, a 19 year-old son named Richard (which they all pronounced
"REEK-ard") who was really, really slow.  Not quite retarded but close.
Somehow or other we found out that he had suffered some sort of traumatic
head injury when he was a kid and that it had damaged him permanently.  As
a result, Richie - as we called him - had the intellect and emotions of an
8 or 9 year old, if that.  If you were looking at a photo of him you
wouldn't know there was anything wrong with him.  But in person it didn't
take long to figure out because his eyes were sort of blank and dim looking
and his mouth was always partially opened.  Although his speech wasn't
garbled or slurred or anything, as soon as he started talking you knew
right away that he was a moron from the stuff he talked about, childish
shit and bizarre fantasies.  We made fun of him all the time and called him
Richie the Retard.  Richie rarely came outside by himself but we could hear
his mother constantly nagging him and bossing him around.  The father
yelled at him a lot, too.  Richie couldn't have been a very happy guy.

The weird thing was that Richie was an OK-looking boy.  I had always
thought retarded people were ugly and that you could spot them a mile off.
Richie was different though, I guess because he had started out normal.  He
was naturally pale with red cheeks and his home-cut light brown hair always
looked like he had just gotten out of bed.  His eyes were pale blue and
vacant which gave them an eerie quality, especially so because his brows
were fairly dark and heavy.  He had full red lips and straight white teeth.
But most importantly he had a type of body that I'd always liked for
reasons I didn't quite comprehend - tall and skinny so that whatever muscle
he had on his body was obvious.  For a retard he had nice arms and legs,
wiry but with some muscle.  Interestingly, I usually got a boner when I saw
Richie.  He was always laughing and talking to himself and that gave me and
my friends endless hours of mean-spirited pleasure.  We'd lurch around
giggling and mimicking his speech by talking nonsense to each other just to
crack each other up.

One warm Saturday afternoon I was mowing our front lawn and Richie came
outside and waved at me.  I waved back and continued working on our yard.
When I glanced over at his house a few minutes later I saw that he had
stripped his t-shirt off and was happily watering the tops of the shrubs
and flowers in his yard.  Apparently he didn't know about roots.

I took a break from edging the lawn and watched skinny, bare-chested Richie
as he beat the hell out of the flowers with the force of the hose water.  I
laughed evilly to myself but I called over to him that he should aim the
water at the ground so the roots could soak it up.  He looked puzzled and
confused for a moment, but then he started watering closer to the ground.
He looked over and smiled stupidly at me, waving again, and that's when I
decided to start messing with him.  The fact that he was so much older than
me made it even better.

I looked around and when I was sure none of my friends from the
neighborhood were outside to see, I crossed the street and said hello to
Richie, all friendly and shit.  I had never really tried to have a real
conversation with him before.  The most I ever said was to call him a
fucking retard when I was with my friends and then spit at him.  I guess he
forgot those incidents as soon as they happened, because he sure as hell
wasn't acting like I was a perpetual bully towards him.

He immediately dropped the hose and came bounding over to me like a big
dog, mouth open and smiling, panting and grunting like a fucking stupid
animal.  Close-up, I could stare at his body all I wanted without having to
make excuses or pretend like I wasn't checking him out, because I knew he
wouldn't even notice.  I didn't even think of Richie as being human,
really.  To me, he just seemed like a mistake, pretty much just damaged
meat.  His nipples were small and reddish-pink, his chest pale and smooth
with a thick glory trail disappearing into his shorts.  I could smell his
sweat, sharp and powerful, steaming out from the thick groves of hair under
his arms.  Richie was much taller than me, probably about 6'2" or so, while
I was still growing and stood about 5'3" at that time.  I asked him how he
was doing and made some lame comment about how nice it was outside in the
sun.  Richie just stared at me in wide-eyed happiness and shook my hand
hard.  He had a good grip and I could tell from looking in his eyes that he
would trust anyone who was nice to him.

That's when I started in on him.

I asked him where his parents were and he told me they were inside taking a
nap.  Then he started talking about how the Nazis were all around and that
he couldn't stay outside too long or they'd see him and come to take him
away.

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I started feeling creepy about
him and went back to my own yard and continued working.  As I trimmed the
lawn I saw Richie deliberating about something and then he walked over to
my yard.  I don't think I had ever seen him cross the street by himself, so
I told him how brave it was for him to do that on his own and that he
should do it more often.

He asked me if I wanted to play soldiers sometime as he shifted his weight
from foot to foot.  I just stared at him for a few seconds before I smiled
my best shit-eating grin and told him, "Sure!"  Richie beamed at me, then
suddenly frowned and asked me if I was a Nazi.  I assured him I wasn't but
that I knew lots of Nazis lived in the other houses and that if he wanted I
would protect him and teach him some tricks to keep the Nazis away.  I
figured if he was this whacked I could take my chances and do pretty much
whatever I felt like.  So I came up close to him and tweaked his nipple as
I said it and it made him squeal for a second before he recoiled and
dissolved into laughter.  I smiled at the encouragement and gave his crotch
a good, long grope.  Richie just stood there looking down at my hand on his
crotch and asked me if I was supposed to do that.  I told him it was OK for
me to do this to him, that I did it with all my good friends.  His face
suddenly looked proud and relieved.  This was all so easy, I couldn't
believe it.

Then he asked me when I wanted to play.  I told him I could play now if he
liked, because my parents had gone shopping and wouldn't be back for at
least a couple of hours.  Richie hummed with happiness and asked me if I
would make him a sandwich.  I wasn't following his line of conversation at
all, so I figured the easiest thing to do was to just go with whatever he
said and take it from there.

I asked him if he was gonna get bitched at by his parents for being outside
and talking to me, because the last thing I wanted was for his crazy
parents to come screaming at me and my mom and dad to leave their son
alone.  And I sure didn't want them to know that I was planning on having
some fun with their cute brain-damaged son.  He shook his head and told me
it would be OK but he could only play for a half-hour or so because that's
when they'd be waking up from their naps.  I smiled at him and told him to
follow me inside my house.

When we got inside Richie pulled his stinky t-shirt back on and sat at the
kitchen table, waiting patiently while I made us some peanut butter
sandwiches and sliced up some apples and poured 2 large glasses of ice cold
milk.  Every time I passed him as I got lunch ready I would place my hand
on some part of his body, squeezing and rubbing, like I was checking out
prize livestock.  He didn't seem to mind in the least; in fact, he seemed
to really like having me touch him.  I told him he could touch me too, if
he wanted.  At first he was too embarrassed and nervous to do anything, but
as I went to the refrigerator to put the milk back he stuck out his big
mitt of a hand and patted my ass through my shorts.  I laughed and told
him, "Thatta boy, that's good, Richie!"

I watched him as he ate and it reminded me of being back in elementary
school.  He chewed with his mouth open most of the time, only closing it
when he swallowed.  I asked him how old he was and he told me he was 19 but
that he was slow and lots of people made fun of him.  I was silently
laughing to myself, but everything he told me gave me ideas and clues as to
how best to maneuver him so I could have some fun.

I asked him about the Nazis and why he thought about them so much.  He told
me that he had seen a movie about them and that they scared him and that he
wanted to fight the Nazis.  He also said that his mom told him the Nazis
were looking for him and that if he misbehaved they'd come and take him
away and he'd never be able to see his parents again.  Even at that age I
knew that was a fucked-up thing to tell a brain-damaged guy, but I thought
it was funny as hell, too.

As we ate lunch I kept casually rubbing his long, hairy calf with my bare
foot.  I told him to spread his legs on the chair and when he did I put my
bare foot on the bulge of his crotch and pressed against it, rubbing my
foot back and forth until I could feel his dick start to harden through his
shorts under my foot.  As he ate his sandwich Richie absently pressed up
against my foot and after a few seconds started pushing gently back and
forth against the pressure I was applying.  I snickered and pulled my foot
away, hauled it up above the table as I slid down in my chair and shoved my
dirty, sweaty, bare foot in his face.  I told him he had to lick it and
clean between my toes if he wanted me to be his friend.  Richie softly
giggled that retarded chuckle of his and did exactly what I told him to do.
I was rock hard by now and I could feel the front of my briefs getting damp
and sticky.

When we were through eating lunch I asked him if he wanted to play pretend
soldiers now and he nearly jumped out his chair in excitement.  I took him
out to our garage where my dad parked our Volkswagen van.  I told Richie we
could get inside it and pretend like it was a tank and we were out hunting
Nazis.  Richie giggled and teetered on his toes while he nodded wildly to
everything I suggested.  I knew this was going to be pretty easy, even
though he was lots older and bigger then me.

I purposely left the garage light off so once we got inside the van it was
pretty damn dark.  After a few minutes our eyes adjusted and we could see
each other fairly well.

Richie was asking me what all the dials and switches were inside the "tank"
and I had to make up all sorts of stupid playtime shit on the spot.  But I
figured it would be worth it if I got what I wanted.

I made us climb into the passenger seats and laid the seat backs down so we
could stretch out if we wanted to.  I had to move quick because we only had
about 15 minutes left before he had to go back home.

I told him we could be blood brother soldiers and we'd have to do anything
for each other to defend one another from Nazis.  Richie was loving it and
giggled at every new detail I was adding.  Then I told him that blood
brother soldiers had to show each other their wieners as proof of their
loyalty as I pushed the elastic waistband of my baggy shorts down and
hauled out my hard 12 year-old dick.  I had started going through puberty
at 11, so by this time I was already pretty well-developed with a nice tuft
of hair around my 6" dick.  I could cum already, too, and I was jerking off
at least 3 times a day at that time.  Richie blushed and looked away at
first, but I acted hurt and then insulted that he wouldn't play by the
rules.  He looked at me sheepishly and then smiled and started fumbling
with the fly of his shorts.

My wiener was already hard and slick with precum but Richie's uncut cock
was still only half-hard when he took it out of his fly.  But, my god, it
was huge!  I immediately thought of the fat Polish sausages my dad loved to
bring home for dinner occasionally.  I guessed his cock would be at least
9" when it was fully erect and it looked as fat as my wrist.  I told him to
take his shorts off so I could see him better and he said he would if I did
it, too.  I was out of my clothes lightning-fast and then I helped him pull
off his huge sport shoes so I could get his shorts over his big feet.  His
socks were dirty and looked like he hadn't changed them in days.  I thought
that was hot.

There were a few piss stains flecking the dingy white fabric of his tighty
whities.  I leaned down and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of his
briefs and started pulling them down his hairy legs.  I could smell his sex
wafting up from his sweaty crotch.  He didn't smell like me and my buddies;
he smelled like an adult, like a man.  He had a nice dark bush of pubes and
his nuts were fat and furry and heavy looking.  He was just smiling at me
like he was ready for whatever I told him next, like this was all some sort
of fascinating game.  I made sure to keep up the Nazi talk, telling him
that only good American soldiers did what we were doing, that the Nazis
were afraid to do it, so we were that much braver.  Richie was delighted.
He was putty in my hands, so far.

I told him, "Hey, I know!  Let's pretend we have to get our dicks super
hard and jerk off in order to stop the Nazis from finding out about our
secret tank in my garage!"  Richie said "OK!", loud and happy, and started
jerking on his dick, getting it hard really fast.  I remember thinking how
great that was and how grateful I felt that he knew what jerking off was
and I wouldn't have to waste time explaining it to him.  He was really
pounding away.  I couldn't take my eyes off him.  His cock truly was
enormous when he got it hard, a huge, fat, veiny piece of white meat with a
reddish-purple helmet head that kept appearing then disappearing under the
thin foreskin.  His balls were bouncing up and down so fast they looked
like a blur.

I reached over and batted his hand away and told him blood brother soldiers
loved to help each other jack off and so Richie leaned back and let me beat
him off for a few seconds, until I told him he had to do me.  Smiling that
empty, goofy grin, he reached over and wrapped his hot fist around my
dripping dick and stroked me good and strong.  I was pumping into his fist
so hard that my ass was slamming the seat under me.

Then I told him, "Ya know what the next step is, Richie?"  He looked at me
wide-eyed and shook his head no, smiling away.  "You have to kiss my dick
as a sign of your loyalty to me as a blood brother soldier.  You have to
kiss the head and then all down the shaft."  He furrowed his brow like a
dog does when you confuse it, then he giggled nervously and said he didn't
think he should.  I told him it was the rules and that I would do it to his
after he did me first.  That seemed to convince him for some fucked-up
reason, cuz he leaned over and did it.

But he did it all wrong.  He kissed the head of my prick really fast and
then kissed my hard shaft fast, too. I grabbed him by his hair and hauled
his face up to look at me and told him uh-uh, he had to do it slow and
sexy.  He nodded and went back down on my cock.  He kissed it slow but with
pursed lips and I told him to kiss my dick like he was in love with it.  I
guess he understood what that meant because he started over again and it
felt awesome.

Then I pushed him off me and told him to spread his legs so I could kiss
his dick now.  He leaned back and opened up and I kissed his dick for what
seemed like forever.  The hot flesh of his cock tasted a little bit salty
as I licked as well as kissed it all over.  As soon as I was done and had
sat back up he started mumbling, "Oh-oh..." over and over and got a wild
look in his eyes.  He grunted and gasped and a spray of hot cum blasted out
of his cock and flew everywhere.  When I saw that I let loose with my own
load, not as much as Richie's but enough to soak my stomach with my creamy
cum.  I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped up all the pungent jizz, his and mine
both.  I wanted to clean it up with his shirt but I worried about his mom
seeing it and asking him questions.

I told him he had done a good job but he had to go now and he pulled his
clothes back on.  He kept asking me when we could play again, and I started
doing some fast thinking, trying to figure out when I'd have the house to
myself in the afternoon again.  I told him I could only play when my
parents were away and his didn't know what he was doing.

He just stared at me blankly, not comprehending at all what I was telling
him.  I started getting frustrated with him and told him to go now and I'd
let him know when we could get together again.

He waved as he trotted across the street and went back inside his house.

As luck had it, that evening my folks told me they were going to a barbecue
the next day and I knew I'd have the house to myself for at least 3 hours
again.  The only thing that sucked was that Richie could only be away for
such a short time.

That next day, after my parents had taken off and about the same time as
the day before, Richie came lumbering across the street and asked me what I
was doing.  I asked him in return what he was doing here and he told me his
mom and dad were napping again.  I asked him how long he could play and he
said longer than yesterday, since they had just gone to sleep.  He had been
spying on them.  We both giggled and I told him to come in and then took
him out to the garage again.

When we were inside the "tank" I told him to take his clothes off and he
asked me why we were doing that again.  I told him I had gotten our orders
the night before and they said we were supposed to be naked every time we
played being on duty.  Richie looked puzzled for a moment and then just
smiled that simple fucking grin of his again and struggled out of his
clothes.

He was wearing the exact same clothes from yesterday and his B.O. filled
the van fast.  I wasn't using deodorant yet myself, so our combined stink
was ripe and powerful.  My dick was leaking in my shorts so much that wet
spots started showing up on the thin cotton fabric.  I got naked fast.

He asked me what we were going to play and I told him we weren't just going
to play today, that we were going to perform an important official mission.
I made up some lame-ass story about talking to the General on the phone the
night before and that he had told me what we were supposed to do today.
Richie was getting more and more excited by the moment at the line of
bullshit I was feeding him so I just flat out told him what he had to do.

"The General said that you kissed my dick so good last time that now he
wants you to suck on it, and for me to suck on yours."  I said this with a
big friendly grin on my mug, stroking my cock and his at the same time.
Richie just looked at me blankly and I couldn't tell if he was going to
resist or not.  The more I smiled at him the more I wore down whatever
reluctance he was feeling.  I could read his funny retard expressions so
easily, it was awesome.

But he surprised me some when he answered.

"I don't think I should do that."

"Why not?" I asked him with an edge of hurt and anger in my voice.

"I think I might have to go to hell if I do that."

I just laughed at him and told him that the General told me that we both
had to do this thing because he was depending on us to weaken the Nazis by
messing around like this.  Then I told him that there was nothing wrong in
sucking each other's dicks and that all real soldiers have to suck at least
one dick every day when they're in the army.  I also told him that only
people who secretly liked Nazis believed that doing sexy things with
friends was a sin.  I told him that god actually secretly loved it when
people had sex, especially blood brother soldiers.  Richie believed
anything I told him, so I wasn't even very elaborate in lying to him.

"Are you sure?" Richie asked me with a concerned expression on his moronic
face.

"Oh yeah, Richie, for sure.  I swear to god."

"OK then," he quietly said.  I smiled at him and squeezed his broad, skinny
shoulder and got up on my knees with my hard cock twitching just inches
away from his slack mouth.  I couldn't wait to feel those full, red lips
wrapped around my dick.

I wagged my cock in front of his face and laughed low in my throat, telling
him to go on and suck it.  Richie kept giggling and moving his head away
from my dripping dick.  Finally I just held his head still and brushed the
tip of my dick against his lips, coating them with precum.  He
involuntarily stuck his tongue out and ran it over his lips.

"I can't even taste anything," he said happily.

"Nah, it doesn't taste bad at all, does it?  See?  I told you it would be
OK.  Now suck it, Richie."  I was talking to him like he was a little kid
who was apprehensive and needed to be reassured.  I think I would have gone
on like that for hours if I'd needed to in order to get him to suck my
dick.

But I didn't need to.  I rolled over onto my back and Richie opened his
mouth and put the head of my dick in before he let his lips lock around it.
I thought I was gonna scream from how good it felt.  I had to fight back
the urge to plunge it fast and deep into his throat.  Instead I cooed at
him about how good it felt and how good he was doing it.  He giggled again
when I said this, but the annoying sound of it was muffled from having his
mouth full of my cock.

"Now go up and down on it, Richie."

As he lowered his face down towards my pubes and my dick disappeared into
his throat I bucked up and he gagged, but I held his head down and didn't
allow him to let go of it.  As he came back up the length of my shaft I
told him to suck harder and to go faster.  He did exactly like I told him
and I got my first real blow job.  It felt better than I had thought it
would.  It also made me want to try doing it myself, though I doubted I
would be able to get even half of his horse cock down my throat.

I was getting too close to spurting too fast, so I pulled his head off my
dick and told him he had done real good, but now I was supposed to do it to
him.  He just sat there smiling at me and I told him to lay back against
the car seat.  When I had him in the position I wanted him I leaned over
and swiped the head of his cock with my tongue.  I wasn't sure what I would
taste and I wanted to go slow.  Surprisingly I didn't taste anything
really, just the sensation of warmth and moistness.  I wrapped my fist
around his shaft and took the whole head in my mouth and swirled my tongue
around the ridge under his foreskin.  As I pulled down on his shaft I could
feel the foreskin slide away and my tongue felt the exposed head and a
salty slickness coated my tongue.  It was great.

I took as much of his big white dick in my mouth as I could and was
disappointed that it was only about half the length.  I came up for air and
laughed and said his wiener was so big I couldn't get anymore down my
throat.  Richie looked sad and said he was sorry, but I just laughed at him
gently and told him that was a good thing, not a bad thing.  He smiled at
me with pride and devotion.

I told him we could do it to each other at the same time and he asked me
how.  I had seen photos of men and women in the 69 position in porn mags
that I had shoplifted so I knew what to do.  But even if I hadn't seen
those photos, I would have automatically known how to do it.  Sexual
curiosity in 12 year-old boys can overcome pretty much any lack of
experience.

We laid down on the van's floor and sucked each other's cock for about 10
minutes.  I couldn't believe the sensations flooding my body and Richie was
even more enthralled by what he was feeling.  I was moaning softly but
Richie was groaning and whimpering loud.  I could tell he was getting
over-stimulated.  When I let his dick plop out of my mouth and started
licking and sucking his big hairy balls he squealed and thrashed around a
bit.  I asked him if he was OK and he just grunted out a muffled "mmm hmmm"
as he continued sucking my cock, then released it and licked my nuts, just
like I was doing to him.

I spent as much time smelling his junk as I did tasting and servicing it,
and the great thing was that whatever I did to Richie, Richie did to me.
It started to feel a little surreal and I felt like I was in a dream.  I
felt almost high, much like I did on those rare times when I got lucky
enough to smoke pot or chug beers with my buddies from school.  Better,
actually.

The smell and taste of sweat and musk was overpowering and I knew I was
gonna shoot my load soon.  I started fucking Richie's face faster and
harder.  Some of the time I didn't even have my cock in his mouth, I just
rubbed my dick against whatever part of his face was closest.  Richie was
picking up speed too, and my whole existence seemed to be centered in our
dicks.  I could feel pubic hairs stuck between my teeth and glued to the
back of my tongue, too, but I didn't care, it only made me hornier.

I remember thinking that I should tell him when I was about to cum so he
wouldn't be surprised, but I decided not to because it would be sexier to
me to have it come as a shock to him.  I was a little afraid that Richie
was going to spurt without telling me and I didn't want to gag on his cum
and look like a rookie.  I knew it wouldn't be a fair exchange because he
came in buckets while I was still only able to pump out 3 or 4 good spurts.
I had never sucked cock before and I had never tasted anyone's cum except
my own.  But being an adventuresome kid, I decided to just let nature take
its course and deal with it as it came.

Richie paused and looked at me sucking his cock.  He said that we had to be
careful or we'd shoot our sperms out (as he called it) in each other's
mouths.  I told him it was OK and that sperm made us strong and better able
to fight the Nazis.  I told him sperm was a magic potion and that Nazis
were afraid of doing what we were doing because they knew the magic potion
made them weaker than us.  I told him the more sperm he swallowed, the
stronger he'd be.  He nodded and smiled at me and went back to work on my
dick as I went back to work on his.

I was getting super close now and I knew Richie was too from all the noise
he was making.  I started rubbing and pressing the hairy flesh between his
balls and his asshole and I guess that pushed Richie over the edge.  He
gasped and clutched my hips hard and sucked my cock with even more
pressure.  I gasped in return and shoved my face as deep onto his dick as I
could get it.  I felt his sweat-drenched body shudder and then my mouth was
flooded with his load.  Jet after jet of hot, thick sperm filled my throat
and I swallowed a bunch of times super fast, but my mouth never seemed to
empty.  I wanted to be able to taste it but I had to swallow so fast that
it wasn't until he was almost through shooting that I actually got to taste
his cum.  It had a stronger flavor than mine, sort of bleachy and acidic.
His jizz just kept coming and all of a sudden mine was blasting down his
throat, too.

When his nuts had emptied their massive load I let his cock out of my mouth
as I finished emptying mine into his.  Then Richie let my cock fall free of
his lip lock and I heard him panting and moaning.  I let out a huge sigh of
exhausted relief, laughed, and rolled onto my back, my half-hard dick still
twitching and forcing out a few tiny pearls of nut that hung on the tip of
my dick.  Richie's giant cock was all bloated and shiny looking, and a
beaded thread of milky white cum oozed slowly out onto his glory trail.

"Man-oh-man, Richie, those Nazis are shit scared of us now!"

Richie laughed and sat up, flushed and sweaty, his messy hair glued to his
forehead.  He looked fucking sexy for a retard and I told him so.  He
grinned at me with obvious pride.

I asked him when he had to go home, because I was done with him for now.
He told me he had maybe another 10 minutes or so, so I figured I wouldn't
waste the time.

I had always wanted to have my asshole licked and probed by a tongue, so I
told him to smell my butt.  He laughed and blushed again and said that was
gross, but I told him I'd sniff his if he'd sniff mine, that soldiers did
it to each other all the time.  He shrugged and giggled a bit but then he
got up on his haunches and spread his butt cheeks.  I gingerly stuck my
face in his crack and breathed in the rich, ripe smell of his ass.  He
smelled awesome.  A little shitty, but sweet and earthy.  I had never
smelled an ass before so I wasn't sure if I'd like it or not.  I liked it.
A lot.  It smelled like sex, primitive, animalistic sex.

Then I told him to do me.  I made him lie on his back so I could squat over
his face.  He did it but he kept screwing up his nose and saying he didn't
like doing it.  I couldn't have cared less and I kept lowering my ass
directly onto his face as I pushed out with my asshole so I could grind it
over his nose and lips.  I wanted him to be smelling my ass for the rest of
the day.  I thought that would be fucking hilarious.

I told him he needed to lick it if we wanted to be like real-life blood
brother soldiers but at first he refused to do it.  But when I yelled at
him and told him I wouldn't play with him anymore if he was going to be a
cheater, he gave in and said he'd lick it but only a little bit.  I smiled
my nicest smile at him and told him he was a good boy and to lie down
again.  I lowered my ass down over his face until I could feel his
outstretched tongue touch my quivering asshole.  I sighed and told him to
push his tongue in deeper.  When he did it, my dick started getting so hard
it was lurching back and forth, up and down, and it reminded me of how we
imitated Richie walking around.  I laughed out loud and Richie started
giggling too, his laughter muffled from having his face full of my 12
year-old ass.  This was a new experience for me and it was like nothing I
had ever felt before.  I couldn't believe how awesome it felt.

When he had to go I told him our orders said that everything we were doing
had to remain top secret and that we couldn't tell anyone else ever about
what we were doing.  I told him the General told me that Richie's mom might
be a Nazi spy and his dad, too, so he for sure had to keep our secret from
them, no matter what.  He blinked his big blue vacant eyes at me and nodded
like he had heard the voice of god.  I laughed in his face and told him to
go.  He smiled, got dressed, waved at me, said "bye," and went home.  This
was almost too easy!

Richie tried to come over again the next day after I got home from school,
but my parents were home and I didn't want him to start hanging around my
house without my telling him to come over.  I told him to go home and not
to come back until I told him to.  I also didn't want to be associated with
him in any way other than our private little playtime get-togethers.  If my
buddies knew I was on friendly terms with Richie the Retard I would never
live it down.  He turned around and walked slowly back home, his empty blue
eyes brimming over with hurt tears.  His ass sure looked good under those
same old grungy shorts as he walked back across the street.

Two days later, Richie was standing in the driveway of my house when I
turned the corner onto my street after walking home from school with 3 of
my buddies.  They all started whispering in scornful shock when they saw
Richie meandering up and down my driveway, obviously talking to himself and
playing some sort of imaginary game in his fucked-up head.  I could feel my
face flush a deep scarlet as I tried to figure out what to do, fast.  I
swore under my breath and sprinted ahead of my buddies so I could bitch out
Richie without them hearing what I was saying.

Richie's face perked up when he saw me racing towards him, but his
expression changed when I forced him up against the garage door, punched
his shoulder and chest a few times, and then slapped him across the face
twice.  I hissed at him to get the fuck away from my house and to never -
ever -- act like he even knew who I was when I had my friends with me.  His
lower lip was trembling and hot tears were streaming down his flushed
cheeks as I talked.  I softened my tone a bit and told if he came over
again without my telling him it was OK, I would have to send a letter to
the General and ask for a new blood brother soldier partner.

By now my 3 buddies were standing at the foot of the driveway, snickering
and telling me to kick Richie's ass.  Richie was looking at me with big doe
eyes, so I again hissed at him to go the hell home.  As he passed me he
kept repeating "I'm sorry," over and over, shuffling and undecided as to
what he should do next to make things all right again.  My buddies were
actively hooting and catcalling by now so I pushed Richie down the driveway
and kicked him in the ass pretty hard as he got to the edge of the drive.
One of my buddies kicked Richie's rear end too, and he started telling my
other two friends to do the same.  I was starting to worry that Richie's
mother or father were going to come storming out of their house screaming
bloody murder if this went much further.  I was telling my friends to
forget the retard when my mom came out onto our front porch to see what all
the fuss was about.  When she saw what was happening she yelled at us and
told my friends to go on home.  Then she told me to get in the house and
told Richie to go on home, too.

When I got inside my mom went off on me for being mean to Richie.  She told
me that it wasn't his fault for being like he was and I tried to explain to
her how he was embarrassing me.  She was quick enough to think to ask me
why had Richie suddenly gotten the idea in his head that he wanted to be
friends with me?  I told her that I had talked to him a little bit the
weekend before and that now I guess he thought we were buddies.  My mom
just shook her head slowly and asked me if it would be so terrible to be
nice to the poor guy and invite him over every once in a while to hang out
and to get a break from his parents.

I just rolled my eyes and told her I couldn't be seen with him because my
friends would never let up on me if they found out.  She rolled her eyes in
return and just told me to grow up.  After she left me alone, I began to
think about what she had said.  Not the part about being nice to him, but
the part about inviting him over every once in a while.  That meant I
wouldn't have to explain why Richie was spending time with me and I could
work him over right under my parents' noses.  I realized this was going
better than I had imagined.

I didn't see Richie again until the next weekend.  My mom had suggested
that I get him a little gift to say I was sorry and to take it over to his
house.  She also said it wouldn't hurt to let his parents get to know me
and that bringing a present to Richie might soften them up some.  I figured
this was good maneuvering, so Friday afternoon after school I bought him a
package of red licorice cuz I knew he liked it.  Before going home I
stopped at his house and rang the doorbell so I could give it to him.  I
also wanted to tell him we could play some more on Saturday.

Richie's mother answered the door and she didn't look too happy to see me.
I told her I had a present for Richie because I had said something mean to
him the other day and I was sorry.  She regarded me with narrowed,
suspicious eyes and asked me what it was.  I thought she meant what had I
said to Richie, but when I hesitated she said, "What did you bring him?"  I
held up the box of red licorice and she stared at it, frowned and said
something in a foreign language under her breath, then turned and called
loudly for "REEK-ard" to come here.

She walked away from the door and left me staring into the darkness of the
house behind the screen door for a few seconds.  I heard Richie before I
saw him.  His footfall was heavy and irregular and when he saw me on his
porch he looked scared and sad until I smiled and said, "Hi, soldier!,"
holding up the box of licorice and waving it in front of me.

His face went blank and I had to tell him the licorice was for him and that
I was sorry about the other day.  He opened the screen door a few inches
and stuck out his big hand for the box.  I put the licorice in his hand and
gave his wrist a little squeeze just to see what he'd do.  That stopped him
in his tracks.  He stared at me with a big smile on his face and came out
onto the porch.  I could see his mother hovering behind the screen door,
listening to every word we said to each other.  I laid the nice bullshit on
thick.  I even invited Richie over to watch T.V. that weekend, making sure
to tell him he had to ask his mom first if it was OK.  She pushed her way
out the screen door and told Richie to go back inside.  He was still
smiling at me as he went back in, and his mom told me Richie was special
and didn't need me or anyone else being cruel to him.

I was playing the sweet 12 year-old boy with a heart of gold big time and
agreed with everything she said.  I ended up getting her to agree to let
Richie hang out with me occasionally, and she said it was fine with her if
Richie watched T.V. at my house this weekend, but that it'd be a sort of
test.  If everything went all right she'd let me visit with Richie more
often.  Deed done, with the promise of time alone with Richie with parental
consent on both sides, I went home feeling excited and pleased with myself.
And especially pleased with the feel of the sticky-wet precum rubbing
against the head of my hard dick as I walked across the street.

The next morning I invited Richie over to watch television later that
afternoon.  I had been thinking up all sorts of fun stuff to do together
all night and I was anxious to play.  My parents were going to a movie that
evening and wanted me to go along with them.  I begged off and said I had
invited Richie over instead.  They were pleased and proud that I had had a
change of heart about Richie.  They wanted me to invite him out to the
movies too, but I pleaded embarrassment about being seen in public with
him.  Exasperated, they gave in and agreed to let me stay home alone with
Richie.

I couldn't wait for the time to go by.  My nasty imagination was coming up
with all sorts of fun things I wanted to do to and with Richie, more than I
knew we'd have time for that evening.  I figured I had a good 2 weeks of
stuff I wanted to try before I'd tell him to fuck off.

My parents left for the movies around 6 p.m. and I walked across the street
to tell Richie to come over whenever he wanted.  His father opened the door
and he seemed nice enough.  I guess Richie's mom had told the father about
my bringing over a present for Richie and inviting him over to my house to
watch TV, because he told me that Richie had been waiting all day to come
over.  Richie, by the way, was dancing back and forth behind his father as
we talked.

Since Richie was ready to come over right then and there, I told him walk
back over to my house with me.  He was out the screen door and at my side
before I could say goodbye to his father, who stood there smiling at us as
we walked down their porch steps.

Richie was almost breathless as we walked over to my house.  He could
barely stop bouncing up and down and we walked.  I told him to knock it off
and try to act normal because I didn't want him to call attention to us.
He tried to walk more normally but he just couldn't do it.  I wasn't too
pissed off though because it only took a few seconds to get to my house.

As soon as I had him inside and the front door locked I told him to get his
clothes off.  He looked surprised for a second and then asked me if we were
going to watch television.  I told him yeah, sure, we were going to watch
TV but first he had to get naked.  Without any further questions he started
stripping in the living room, right inside the front door.  I leaned
against the archway into the living room and snickered at him as he
struggled with his shoes and belt.  I wondered if he needed help getting
dressed each day or if he could do it by himself.  It took him twice as
long as me to strip naked but he was able to do it on his own.

I started right in on the scenario I had been fantasizing about since last
night.  I told Richie that we smelled like sweat pretty bad and that we
should take a shower together before we watched TV.  He chuckled and
blushed and said he didn't take showers, he took baths.  I told him only
babies took baths, that soldiers always took showers together.  He grinned
and looked up at the ceiling for a second and then said he was a big
soldier now and wanted to do whatever real soldiers did.

I led him down the hall to the bathroom and turned the shower on.  Richie
was looking all around the walls and mumbling to himself and I casually
told him to sit on the edge of the tub for a second as I sat down on the
toilet.  He sat down and just stared at me, smiling like a fool.  After a
few seconds of listening to me straining and grunting Richie asked me if I
was going to poop.  I laughed and told him soldiers didn't say poop, they
said "take a dump" or "take a shit," and that yes, I had to take a shit.
Richie guffawed and wrinkled up his nose as he scratched his nuts.

I started fondling my dick which was already hard and told Richie to kneel
between my legs.  He laughed like this was all some fantastic new game and
did exactly what I told him.  I told him to make his wiener hard and he
started rubbing himself.  I placed my hand on the back of his neck and
started pulling him in towards me.  I told him I couldn't poop (I used his
word because I knew this would startle him less) unless he sucked on my
dick like last time we played together.  Without a word - except for more
of that stupid giggling - Richie let me pull his head forward and he put my
dick in his mouth.  I grunted hard a few times and the sound of a big turd
splashing into the toilet water broke the silence.  Richie leaned back on
his haunches and screwed up his goofy face and said he could smell my poop.
I laughed with him and told him to keep sucking cuz I wasn't through
shitting yet.  He shrugged and laughed and swallowed my dick again.

When I was done taking my dump I pushed his head away, unspooled a wad of
toilet paper and scooted forward on the toilet seat, raising my body up off
the seat a bit and jerking off.  I told him he could wipe my ass if he
wanted and he took the paper from my outstretched hand and wiped my dirty
asshole for me.  He did it like it was a special honor cuz I told him that
only he was allowed to perform this special blood brother soldier act on
me.

For some reason the sight of Richie -- tall, skinny, brain-damaged,
huge-dicked Richie - sucking my 12 year-old cock as I filled the bathroom
with the stink of my fresh dump and then wiping my shit-smeared asshole for
me while I jacked off was a total turn-on for me.  If I had jacked my cock
even a little more I would have been shooting my load in seconds.  But I
was careful not to lose control - I had lots of fun and games planned for
the next couple of hours and I didn't want my horniness to slacken even a
little bit yet.

We climbed into the shower and I made Richie stand under the hot stream of
water so he could experience how good it felt.  He was laughing and
wriggling around like a little kid.  He was totally pleased with himself by
taking a shower like grown-up soldiers did.

I told him, "Hey, Richie, watch!"  I aimed my dick at his crotch and
started pissing on him.  He squealed with startled excitement and then
started giggling so hard he almost fell down in the tub.  I helped him get
his balance back and then he said, "Watch me!"  I was pretty sure I knew
what he was up to and I was right.  He aimed his huge dick at me and let
loose with a stream of piss so strong and hot that it felt like a horse was
pissing on me.  I kept trying to soak his belly with my pee but his piss
stream was so much stronger and harder than mine that I just gave up and
got off on watching Richie piss all over the shower.  He was trying to hit
me with his hot, yellow piss but his aim wasn't so great and it was going
everywhere.  Finally he let up and his dick dribbled out the last of his
full bladder.

I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his chest and stomach, then told
him to turn around so I could do his back.  Humming a song to himself,
Richie turned around and I looked at his skinny ass with the water
streaming down his hairy crack.  I soaped him up good, running my fingers
between his ass cheeks and probing at his asshole a bit with my soapy
finger.  Every time I touched his asshole Richie tensed up, almost like he
knew what I had in mind.  He turned himself around and stood there looking
at me and then at his hardening dick.

I rubbed the bar of soap all over his cock and balls, running my fingers
through his thick pubes and getting them all slippery with soapsuds.  His
cock was getting thicker and longer and in no time he was hard.  I let out
a low whistle and told him what a nice wiener he had.  Richie blushed and
told me "thanks."  Then he told me he had drawn a picture of my dick with
his crayons cuz he liked mine so much, too.  I told him thanks and to tear
it up and throw it away as soon as he got home.

I started running my hands all over his soaped-up body.  I felt every inch
of him and he liked it a lot.  When I ran my hand between his legs and
under his balls he widened his stance and leaned back against the shower
wall.  With my other hand I started pinching his nipples and at first he
giggled.  But when I pinched even harder and dug my nails into them he
winced and frowned and said it hurt.  I told him it didn't hurt bad, and to
shut up.

I told him to raise his arms over his head so I could check his pits to see
how stinky they were.  The hair was darker than normal because the water
had matted it into little whorls.  I had no intention of soaping his pits
up because I wanted him to keep that funky sweat stink of his.  I liked it
and it got me off.  So I stepped close to him and raised myself up on my
toes and stuck my nose in his pits and inhaled.  He giggled and said it
tickled but it told him this was how soldiers did it.  He let me continue
smelling his pits and when I raised my arms up he knew exactly what to do.

Richie's breath felt so good when he stuck his face in my armpits.  Mine
weren't very hairy yet but my sweat -- like most 12 year-old boys' -- was
strong and skunky.  He sniffed a bunch of times and said I smelled pretty
bad.  I started making fun of him and asked him why he kept sniffing them
if they smelled so strong.  Richie just giggled and hummed some more and
then said he liked the smell.  I told him to lick them and he started
laughing and said people weren't supposed to do that.

"Why not, Richie?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he said, "but my mom yelled at me when I used to try to do
mine."

My cock gave a lurch and it brushed against Richie's thigh.  He chuckled
and tried to move his face away from my upraised arm, but I held him where
he was and told him it was good to lick your blood brother soldier's sweat
out of his pits.

Without another word, he did it.  I told him to make sure he lapped his
tongue all up and down my pits and to get them nice and wet with his spit.
He nodded a few times and really licked my pits out good.  I was jacking
off by now and again I could feel my cum start to boil.

I pushed him off me and forced his arm up hard and dove into his swampy
pit.  His stink was making my eyes water but it made my dick pump out so
much precum that it was dripping into the tub.  I stuck my tongue into the
dense, sour forest of his pit hair and tasted the sharp metallic tang of
his stale sweat.  I couldn't believe how horny I was.  For a second I
appalled myself and felt like I was going to be sick.

I took a few deep breaths and told him we should get out of the shower and
play some more now.  He kept asking me if we were going to watch TV and I
finally realized that his parents probably didn't allow him to watch TV
much.

When we dried off and got back to the living room I turned the TV on and
asked him what he wanted to watch.  He didn't know anything about what was
on so I turned on "Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea," which he immediately
loved.  He thought they were all Nazis at first until I explained to him
that it was a U.S. submarine and they were the good guys.  Then he liked it
even more.

Richie lay on the floor in front of the television, me propped up against
the sofa, he lying on his stomach propped up on his elbows.  I let him
watch the show without me doing anything until the first commercial break.
Then I just casually climbed on top of him and lay there sprawled over him.
My dick was hard again and I had it wedged in between his butt crack.  The
hairs lining it tickled the tender flesh of my cock.  Richie told me I
didn't weigh very much.  I laughed and told him that was because I was kid
and still growing, to which he answered only, "Oh."

I rolled off him after a few moments and asked him if he had ever put
anything up his butt before and he shook his head "no."  I told him blood
brother soldiers had a special mission and that our orders said that I was
supposed to put my dick in his butt and fuck him, because it made the Nazis
mad, and when they got mad they got weaker.  This was our secret mission
and we had been selected for it because the General knew we would carry out
our orders perfectly, being that we were such good soldiers and all.

Richie looked sort of scared and asked me if it would hurt.  I told him
maybe it would but not too much because my dick wasn't very big yet.  I
told him that it was OK though because it just proved how loyal we were to
each other and how much we hated the Nazis.

I had him get up on his hands and knees and told him to bite down on one of
my dirty sweat socks I grabbed from where I had left them on the carpet
when we stripped.  He did and I spit on my cock and hocked another wad so I
could slick up his asshole.

I spread his ass cheeks and got a good look at Richie the Retard's
shithole.  A dark valley of hair lined either side of his crack and his
hole was surrounded by a circlet of thick, silky hair.  I pushed on his
asshole with my spit-slicked finger and Richie whimpered and said it was
going to hurt.  I just shushed him and pushed harder, and all of a sudden
he started to cry.  I told him to shut the fuck up and take it like a
soldier and that seemed to do the trick.  He was still crying and
whimpering, but he let me poke my finger up his ass and when I had it in I
started wiggling it around.  His insides felt hot and slicky-wet.  I had
never had my finger up a butt before, so it was a new experience for me,
too.  Once his tears had stopped and his breathing had gotten heavier I
started fucking his ass with my finger, then added another one and fucked
him 'til I figured I could shove my cock up there without too much trouble.

I jacked my dick a few times to get it extra hard and then pushed into his
moist, tight asshole.  He started whining like he was going to cry again.
His body was sweating and thrashing around from the pain.  He was almost
screaming at one point, so I grabbed my dirty sock that had fallen out of
his mouth and shoved it back deep inside.  I kept telling him how brave he
was and how the Nazis were going wild with anger and getting weaker and
weaker.  Then I started fucking him good and hard, slow at first and then
faster once he got used to it.  Richie was huffing and groaning like a
stuck pig.  I was in heaven.  I had never felt anything so amazing before
and I was determined to get my nut, no matter what Richie did or didn't
want.

I was almost laying on top of him, thrusting my 12 year-old boner deep into
his hairy asshole like my life depended on it.  It felt so amazingly
powerful and aggressive, being a kid and fucking a grown-up guy's ass,
knowing that there was nothing he could do about it.  I flipped him over
onto his back and asked him maliciously if he was having fun.  He only
grimaced and farted as I sank back into him, then bent down over him so I
could raise his arms up and run my fingers through the smelly forests of
his armpits.  He stank like a skunk and I fucked him faster.

I could feel the cum start to churn in my nuts so I pulled out fast and
barked at him to open his mouth.  I was nearly yelling at him to remember
what I'd said about my jizz being a magic potion that would protect him
against the Nazis and the more he swallowed the stronger he'd be.  He just
laid there looking scared and confused.  So I hauled my body up his length
and aimed my cock at his face.  I started quietly coaxing him to open his
mouth and let me shoot my load directly into it.

Finally he did open his mouth wide and with a few more thrusts I was
shooting my sperm down his throat.  He coughed and gagged several times and
then I told him he had to jack off and try to shoot his load into my mouth
now.  He furrowed his brow like he was confused at first but then his face
looked like he was concentrating on fulfilling his orders.  He arched his
hips up and aimed his thick, hard cock at my face.

He moaned and I stuck out my tongue as his dick unleashed another rainstorm
of hot cum.  Very little of it actually went into my mouth, but my face was
dripping with it and it was all over the carpet on either side of my head.
I didn't really care about that because I knew the carpet would hide all
the jizz stains.

I just sank back against the sofa and laughed with exhaustion.  Richie was
staring at the TV blankly and at first I thought he was in shock.  I shoved
him and he looked at me with the same blank expression and then he started
laughing that annoying guffaw that meant he had no idea what he was
laughing about.  I asked him if he had fun.

He just looked at my face and smiled and echoed me, asking me if I had fun.

I laughed and said I had a great time and that he was the best blood
brother soldier a guy could have.  I needed to keep him happy.

He rubbed his asshole and said his butt hurt and I told him it'd feel
better soon.  Then I added that the more he let me fuck his butt the
stronger it would get and the more fun he'd have.  He nodded and said, "I
had fun, blood brother!" all childish and shit.  I felt like he was my pet
and I remember thinking how cool it was that I'd get to fuck whenever I
wanted now.

I fucked around with Richie on and off for the next 4 years until I started
hanging out with my skinhead buddy, Choke.  I was tempted to tell Choke
about Richie so we could have some fun with him together, but for some
reason I decided not to and stopped seeing Richie after that.  It took a
while for it to sink in before he realized I was gone from his life, but by
then he had started making friends at some day center he went to.

He was 23 the last time I fucked him and I was 16.

I'll end this here for now, but I made Richie do all sorts of hilarious and
bizarre shit, sexual and otherwise.  Getting him shit-faced stoned the
first time was priceless.  Let me know if you're interested in hearing
about the wilder shit I did with Richie the Retard and I'll write some more
about those years.