Date: Tue, 04 Mar 2003 23:19:59 +0000 From: Spa Spa Subject: Little Spike's Big Cousin, part 1 Don't let the narrator fool you. All characters are at least 18 years of age. ~~~~~ I was 16. Not a bad year, as years go: I was finally getting pubes after a long barren childhood. Uncle T-Beau wanted me to shave them as soon as they sprouted but I refused. These pubes were my pubes, hard earned and appreciated. My cousin Little Spike used to call me bareboy when he was pissed. He knew I was embarrassed about my smooth crotch. But now I was anxious to show him that I was no longer bare. I wanted to piss him off enough to call me bareboy. I threw him into the swamp. He yelled Fuck! and I yelled Pencil dick! and grinned my wide-teeth grin. He waded out of the water, eyebrows crinkled, and pulled a garland of slime from his chest. C'mon, I thought, say it. Bareboy. All he said was "That wadn't funny, Abe." But he was wrong. It was incredibly funny, so I grabbed him and threw him back toward the water. He grabbed a tree and almost caught his balance but slipped on the moss and fell backward. For a moment he lay in the water, submerged except for his ribs and nipples. He was playing dead, trying to make me worry, but I knew better. I waded toward him and said real loud: "Hey, pencil dick! There's a gator swimmin for your crotch." He still didn't move. So I cupped my fingernails like gator teeth and grabbed his trunks and yanked. He screamed like a girl. Little Spike: "What the fuck!" and then he mumbled, "Bareboy." Aha! "I ain't bare, Little Spike. Check it out!" I whipped out my dick and held it in my fingers." "I didn't wanna see that, bareboy." "You can't call me bareboy anymore. I got pubes now." "Bullshit. Those ain't pubes. Those are baby curls. I still got more pubes than you." Which was true. Depressing, considering that he was only 12 and a still two years better developed than me. I didn't have a comeback, so I grabbed his trunks again. "Stop that!" Little Spike flipped backwards started an evasive backstroke. I dove underneath and grabbed upward. First his ankle, then his trunks. Then his crotch. It was stiff. I stood up. He stopped swimming and looked at me, all pissed. "Quit grabbin my crotch, queer." This time I grabbed him for real. I grabbed his little dick through the trunks and squeezed. I was mad. I told him, "I'm sick of you making fun of my dick. Stop making fun of my dick. You got it?" I squeezed harder. He just looked at me, all pissed. Then I felt something brushing up against my trunks. I didn't realize that I had a stiffy, but the caress was making it swell. I looked down and saw Little Spike's toes tracing my thigh up to my dick. I yanked his dick, and his foot dropped for balance. His tummy was against my tummy. He put his hand was in the pocket of my trunks. His finger stroked my balls. I wiggled to give him a better angle-he slipped his hand further into my trunks and began to jerk me off under the fishnet. His face still looked pissed. I told him to pull my trunks down. He started to finger the underside of my balls, which felt really great and all, but I wanted him to pull my trunks down so I pulled open his trunks and wrapped my fingers around his cock and balls and squeezed. The boy should have been screaming with pain but he just straightened his body. I told him to pull my trunks down & this time he did it. My cock barely stuck out of the water. Little Spike had a disgusted look but he couldn't stop staring. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted. I pushed him down by the shoulders & held his head in front of my cock. I told him to open his mouth. He did, but ended up gagging on the swampwater. I tried to standon my toes but couldn't get my cock more than 2 inches out of the water. "Open your mouth," I told him. He said no and tried to get up, but I kept him down by the shoulders. My foot buried his cock in the muddy swamp bottom. "Open your mouth, Spike." He did. The fag loved it! Soon he didn't care that swampwater was pouring out of his cheeks. My instep rubbed his dick into the mud. He moaned! I couldn't believe it. He was really into this. I grabbed him by the hair & held him in place, vibrating my hips and injecting cock and swampjuice into his throat. After I came in his mouth I gave him a buddy-slap on the shoulder while he coughed. Turns out he didn't want me to tell anyone. "Of course I won't tell," I said as I slid my trunks up. The next day I told.