Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 21:50:38 +0000 From: Spa Spa Subject: Little Spike's Big Cousin, Part 2 Author assumes responsibility for nothing. LITTLE SPIKE'S BIG COUSIN Chapter 2. I woke up Uncle T-Beau with his morning blowjob and ran off to school. Andrew Reimonenq, who liked to be called Droux, caught up with me at the front gate. Droux enjoyed pissing on the school flowerbeds and spent frequent mornings in the principal's office, the principal and his secretarial staff begging him not to piss on the flowerbeds because pissing is an embarrassment to the school. It would be punishable by expulsion except that Andrew Reimonenq's mother is Estelle Tabunsco, who presents the school with an annual check for $100,000, a crate of Tabunsco sauce and a small plea that young Andrew be given tolerance for his incontinence. Droux was glowing. It seemed that Loretta had let him cum on her chest, which had apparently been a goal of his. Loretta had slept with seven basketball players, four of them at once, according to Coach Harding. But she wasn't giving her honeypot to poor Droux. He stopped to piss in the flowerbed and consider the consequences. "She let me cum on her, so that's a good sign. Right?" "Sure, I guess." I stared at the sky and listened to him piss. "Whadda ya mean, you guess? She let me cum on her. It's just a matter of time before she lets me fuck her. Right?" "Time, yeah." I looked thoughtfully at him as he zipped his pants. He hadn't shaken his dick, so little wet circles appeared on the fold of his jeans. "But how much time?" "I don't know," he said. Shouldn't be too long. Right?" "I'm sure you're right. Hey, at least you're getting your dick sucked." "That bitch won't even suck my dick! She's never sucked a dick before." Never sucked a dick! I kept myself from snorting. "Droux, you're a brave soul, living day after day without blowjobs." Droux got a defensive look, as if I had just challenged his manhood. He retorted, "Right. Like you've ever had any blowjobs." I smiled. "Had one yesterday." He didn't believe me. "Who gave you a blowjob?" A slut. "What's her name?" Slut. "Does she go to school here?" Slut. Droux sighed in frustration and walked toward the front entrance. I followed him and said, "She'd suck your dick too." Droux stopped. "Does she swallow?" I nodded. "Cum and swampwater." Droux turned and adjusted himself.
Little Spike was poking a stick at a rattler when I called after him. "Hey, little slut!" Little Spike kept poking the rattler. I called after him again. He backed away from the snake and looked at me with angry eyes. "Don't call me Little Slut." "Look, Little--Little Spike, listen. Don't be mad. I just wanted you to know: I loved it when you serviced my cock in the swamp. "Fuck you." I put my hand behind his head and smiled. My other hand slid behind his ass and pulled him against me. Within seconds I felt his dick harden against my thigh. "Little, Spike, you love sucking my sick, don't you?" He moved his hand up to my crotch and cupped it maternally with his hand. "Go on," I said. I moved his face into my crotch and unzipped my shorts. My cock popped out and tapped him on the cheek. "I didn't shower this morning," I told him. "Slut like you, I figure you like it smelly." He nodded in agreement. Damn, I thought. I pulled the Polaroid camera out of my knapsack and snapped a picture as he was taking my cock in his mouth. He frowned at the flash and tried to get up, but I pushed down on his shoulders. "It's just to keep you on your toes. As long as you satisfy me, nobody will see the pics. Little Slut." I snapped another pic. Little Spike sighed, then opened his mouth and took me into his throat. It felt like gold, but I'd had enough gold. I pushed his face away. "None for you," I said. "Not just yet." The boy sulked. "You won't even let me suck your dick?" "Of course I will. But you'll be sucking Droux Reimonenq's dick first." Little Slut didn't like the idea. "Don't worry," I told him. "Droux thinks you're a girl." Little Slut looked puzzled. "Abe, I'm not a girl. Droux will get pissed if I try to blow him." "Tell me about it," I said. "He put Roland Hayes in the hospital for brushing up against him in the cafeteria. Droux don't like fags. So we'll have go to your sister's closet and make you up like a girl. For your sake, I hope we're convincing."