From: Coolbeans Subject: Bubba (b/b, w/s, etc) Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 10:42:39 -0600 No disclaimer. I wrote it. It's true. I was young, so were they. I've since been told it is wrong. Didn't think so at the time. Bubba Chapter 1 This is an account of the meanest little kid I ever knew. It was when I was 14, and my neighbor across the street was 11. He was kind of a runt, but the blond haired green eyed little guy was a redneck bully. I forget what his real name was, but everybody called him Bubba, cuz that's what everybody in his family called him when he was little. He had two older brothers that everyone was afraid of, and they had nothing to do with him, and a little sister he had nothing to do with. One of the older brothers killed himself when he was 20, but I forget his name, and the other one I only saw once or twice as he was away at college. I had a younger brother and sister, and was new to the neighborhood. Dad was in the military, and we moved around a lot. This was in northern Louisiana about 10 years ago, and right behind Bubba's house ran Bayou Pierre. I first met Bubba about a week after we moved into our new house. Our house was just build, but Bubba's had been there for a few years. We were both at the end of a street that was just being developed, and past our house the road ended and woods began. I had gone behind Bubba's house, and was walking along the bayou that was down the hill behind his house. You couldn't see his house from down there, so I didn't feel like I was trespassing. Bubba's dad had build a wooden fort, or clubhouse or whatever on the bayou, and when I walked around it, I saw this little kid standing by the water and peeing into it. The kid was wearing dirty cut-off shorts, and nothing else. Dirty feet, and grass stains on his knees. Bubba looked up, frowned, and said "who are you?". I have to tell you, at the time I was a pretty unsexual teenager. I didn't look at his dick, but I felt the urge to for some reason. I kept my cool though (irritated as I was that this little kid was trying to be uppity, and said that I lived across the street. I apologized for interrupting him, and started to walk away. "This is our property, but you don't have to leave", he said, still peeing into the water. I thought that was strange. If someone had walked up on me pissing, I would have zipped up real quick. He just said "hold on a minute", and finished adding to the water level. Then he walked over to me and introduced himself. "How old are you", he asked. "I'm 14", I told him, and returned the question. He told me he was eleven, but that he could still kick my ass if I wanted to fight him. "Why would I want to fight you", I asked him, but instead of answering the question, he asked me if I wanted to go crawfishing. "Nope," I told him. "I have to go home pretty soon. I can come over tomorrow though and we can if you want." (I had no idea what crawfishing was, and I didn't really like the pompous kid, but I was just being polite.) "Alright, if I'm not busy then", he said, and I could tell he was disappointed. I wondered if he had any friends, and thought probably not, if he was that rude to everybody. I asked my dad that night was crawfishing was, and he told me that crawfish were like little lobsters. I decided that I would go see him the next day. I was curious as to how one caught little lobsters. Six o'clock the next morning (Saturday) I was awakened by my mom telling me there was some kid at the door asking for me. She was obviously just woken up, and not too happy about it. I threw on some jeans, and headed out the front door. Just like the day before, Bubba was wearing the same cut-off shorts, and nothing else. The same grass stains made me wonder if he even had bathed since yesterday. Being one who was trained to bathe every day, the thought was very strange. "You said you would go crawfishing today" he said like he was accusing me. "Yep", I was just getting ready to come over", I lied. We started walking across the street towards his house, and I asked him how you caught crawfish. He started talking then, and didn't shut up for hours. I guess we became friends. He had a lot of weird little habits, like spitting towards the ground in front of him, and kicking the spit while it was in the air. He'd pick his nose in front of me like it was perfectly normal, and he's whip out his dick and piss at the drop of a hat. Very strange for me, with my conservative upbringing. All in all though, we got along pretty well. No more talk of fighting, and I although I never really stopped to think about it, I did enjoy the frequent displays of his little dick. It was the first uncircumcised dick I had ever seen. During our first day of crawfishing, I must have watched Bubba piss 10 times, when while he was pissing the ELEVENTH time, he asked me, Don't you ever have to pee?" "Of course I do", I said. "Well then lets see". "Why?" I really didn't understand why he wanted to see. I was dense. He paused a moment, thinking, and said "I want to see if you can pee as far as I can". I laughed, and said okay. He stood there watching, and I saw his little pecker get hard while I unzipped, and pulled my dick out. I stood there trying to pee, but couldn't. My dick was getting hard too, and pretty soon it was too hard to even bend down. "Go ahead and pee", he said impatiently, not even mentioning my hard-on. "I can't, not while it's hard", I said Almost like he was proud, he said, "I can", and started to pee again. He was obviously straining, but there he was spraying in a wide stream, into the water. Without a word, he turned his spraying little dick at me, and aimed the stream right at me leg. I was numb, and didn't say a word. Don't ask me why, but I didn't move. I just stood there and watched the pee roll down my leg, and soak my sock and fill my tennis shoe. Bubba was obviously surprised by my failure to jump away and yell. A look of amused contempt came on his face. Then his expression became mean, and he aimed the piss all over my leg and thigh. Just as he started to pee on my shorts, he dribbled off, and ran a few feet away, laughing like hell. I stood there staring at him, and finally found my voice to say, "why the hell did you do that?" "Cuz it was funny", he said, and I could tell by the look on his face, that he had lost respect for me as the older of us two. We had switched rolls, and he was daring me to retaliate. I didn't. My dick was still hard, and I pushed it up against my belly and zipped my jeans back up. I took off my wet shoe and sock and washed them in the water, as Bubba took up a cane pole, and reached out over the water to lift the crawfish nets to see if we had caught anything. There were several of the crawfish in the net, and we were temporarily distracted for about fifteen minutes as we cleaned the nets, rebaited them with raw bacon, and put them back in the water. When the nets were back in, Bubba spoke up and told me that his older brother had peed on him once hen he was little out here when they were crawfishing. "I didn't just stand there though," he said. "I kicked his ass for it." `Yeah right', I thought, but didn't say that. Instead, I said that "I just didn't know what to do...I never saw anybody do that before." I was sitting on the bank, and when I turned around to see if Bubba thought what I said was stupid, he was standing behind me with his dick out, just a few inches from my face. I thought it was strange for a moment that he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Suck it" he sneered at me. I had never thought about sucking a guy before, but the thought excited me then. Before I had a chance to agree, he grabbed my hair, and pulled my face to his crotch. His rock hard boner hit the area right above my lip, and dug into my nose. I had suspected he didn't bathe since yesterday, but the smell that hit my nose and made me gag, I just couldn't imagine coming from a human body, no matter HOW long it had been since he had bathed. I pulled away, and as I started to yell , he pulled my head back and popped his dick into my open mouth, silencing any yelling I had planned on doing. On my way back to his crotch, I was able to see the source of the stench. All around his reddened and exposed dick head, was a slime that I have since learned is called cock cheese. It was slimy looking, and yellowed, but I didn't have but a split second to think about it. He started frantically humping my face. His pulling on my head and the thrusting of his hips was badly timed, so I can't say there was any rhythm to it, but I didn't struggle against him. My nose and upper lip was getting sore from his ramming up against them, but just as I decided I'd had enough, he stopped abruptly, held my face and mouth tightly over his dick, and I felt a couple little squirts coating the roof of my mouth. The metallic kinda walnutty taste of his cum, combined with the smell of his dick that was smeared all over my upper lip and nose did a strange thing to me. As he fell back, landing hard on his ass to sit there and grin, I felt my own dick jump and squirt out warm goo all over the inside of my underwear. I doubled over from the sensation, pushing my hand hard into my crotch...trying to stop it, but the pressure only made it continue longer. After a minute, I sat upright, and looked at Bubba. He was sitting there with that evil grin. I said, "I can't believe I just did that". He sat there a moment thinking, then defined our relationship: "You didn't...I did. And you never will."