Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2004 20:27:27 -0400
From: riverfrog <riverfrog@earthlink.net>
Subject: I'm a Good Boy (sci-fi)

It was a hot summer, and I was avoiding mowing the grass as usual. As a
typical 15 year old, I was lazy and unmotivated. I had just discovered that
I was gay, and was passing my time beating off and fantasizing about
dick. I was just an average looking blond kid, with a 6 inch dick. My dick
had been about that size since age 12, but I didn't have any Idea it was
larger than average.

I was in the bathroom whacking away when the doorbell rang. I packed my
boner into my shorts and headed for the door. The man at the door was about
5'6" with scruffy brown hair, thick stubble, pants sagging around his ass
and a jacket. I was about to ask about the jacket when he stuttered
"I'm--I'm--I'm Dickey... I'm--m--m--m a--a--a good boy" The gibberish went
on a while before he finally got out "Can I cut your grass?"  I noticed his
bicycle in the driveway. It was a girls bike with a banana seat and a big
orange pennant flag hanging high on a flimsy pole mounted to the frame.
Behind it was a cheap mower tied with an old rope.

"How much" I asked. "I'll mow for 20 dollars" he said after considerable
stuttering and effort. "It's a deal" I replied. "I'm Alex. "  I watched as
Dickey started the mower and began his mowing, up and down the yard in a
boring fashion. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was obviously
slow as Christmas, and he was quite handsome at one angle and but ugly at
another. You could tell he was at least 40.

After finishing about half of the front yard he took his jacket off. He had
a thick pelt of hair on his chest and a dark golden tan all over. I
couldn't help but wonder why he wore a jacket instead of a shirt. As he
passed me by I noticed his tan hairy ass hanging out of his pants. I went
hard instantly. This retard was actually turning me on.

He noticed me at the porch and stopped his mowing. "I'm a
g--g--g--g--g--good boy" he stammered over and over. I told him it was
looking great as I peered down his chest and into his loose fitting
pants. His belly was covered in sweaty hair, I could actually smell his
sweat and something I couldn't Identify. "Can I have some water" he
asked. I invited him in and poured him a big glass of water. He gulped it
down quickly and then said "restroom?"

I took him down the all to the bathroom and he went in and pushed the door
almost closed. My heart raced with excitement as I realized that I could
see his hands pulling down the fly through the crack in the door. What I
saw was truly shocking. He pulled out a big brown piece of meat that looked
like a wrinkled cigar. I thought that there must be something wrong with
it, cause it didn't have a head like mine, just a bunch of loose skin.
When he finished he just put it back in his pants and went back to
work... no shakes, no hand washing. I was dumbfounded.

He went back out and finished the job. I paid him his $20 and listened to
him go on about how He does a good job and is a good boy.

When my mother came home from work she complimented me on the great job I
did on the lawn. I admitted to her that I had a paid a retarded man to mow
it when he came by looking for work. She was so proud of me she gave me $20
and told me she would cover his cost in the future.

Over the week I kept thinking about Dickey. Watching him pee and the way
his dick was all baggy was quite a thrill. I couldn't wait till he came
around again.

When Dickey returned, he was dressed in a similar fashion, dirty pants, no
shirt with that same jacket on.  He paced back and forth, row by row till
it was time for water.

I invited him in and poured him another glass of water. As he drank it down
I noticed the forest of hair under his arms. It was so thick that no skin
could be seen below it. Beads of sweat were running down his sides, and
that smell... I just couldn't put my finger on it, but it drove me wild.

When he asked to go to the rest room I showed him down the hall. As he
closed the door, I pushed my way In and said "I have to piss too." Dickey
looked at me with horror and stammered "I'm a good boy." I reassured him
that I knew he was... and that good boys pee together all the time. I
pulled my dick out and just stood there as my heart raced. I had to coax
Dickey to pull his dick out. He seemed embarrassed, but finally a nice
stream flowed. His brown dick was so cool looking. The baggy skin at the
head was so interesting to me. I watched him piss as he looked away. He
began to put it away but I stopped him. "Wait" I said, "we need to make
sure you got clean." I reached my hand around his cock and squeezed. He
gasped wide eyed, but didn't try to take my hand away. As I stroked his
cock, the skin rolled back and I learned where his wonderful smell came
from. His dick was covered with a slimy cheesy goo that smelled
wonderful. I fell to my knees and began to lick all over his cigar
dick. "I'm a good boy" he said as he began to rock his hips. His dick grew
very fat and long in my mouth, and he was becoming wilder and wilder.

Much to my surprise he got very aggressive and threw me on the floor, I
tried to get up, but he had me pinned. I felt his brown slimy dick poking
at my ass. "No Don't" I screamed as his sloppy dick popped my cherry. I
screamed in pain but it was short lived.  The slimy cheese on his dick made
a great lube, and I could feel my insides tingle. He fucked me fast and
hard, like an animal. The pleasure just kept growing. I could feel his cum
blast out into my ass. My whole body began to buck in orgasm, and I
couldn't speak or control my motions. Dickey watched as my orgasmic seizure
became more and more intense as his cum was absorbed into my blood stream.
He pulled his pants up and ran away. He was afraid that he had not been a
good boy. With my last burst of energy I had a mind blowing climax and then
passed out face first in a puddle of my own cum.

Alex was found on the bathroom floor hours later by his mother. He was
slowly convulsing and rocking in a puddle of cum, but was not conscious. He
was rushed to the hospital, where test after test turned out inconclusive.

A week later the doctor noticed a peculiar event. Alex had developed an odd
foreskin like layer of skin and an abundance of smegma. He questioned the
boys mother and she confirmed that the boy had been circumcised as an
infant.

The doctor began to examine the foreskin and Alex opened his eyes. He
looked around the room and recognized his mother. "Oh, Alex," she cried
"are you Ok?" Alex began to tick slightly and grinned Stuttering
"I--I--I--I'm a g--g--g--good boy"

He was never the same again....


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