Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 21:50:38 +0000
From: Spa Spa <spaspa2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Spike's Big Cousin, Part 2

Author assumes responsibility for nothing.


<b>LITTLE SPIKE'S BIG COUSIN</b>
<b><i>Chapter 2.</i></b>

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."

<i>Never sucked a dick!</i>  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 <i>and</i> swampwater."

Droux turned and adjusted himself.

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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 <i>Spike</i>, 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.  <i>Damn</i>, 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."