From: Coolbeans <coolbeans98@hotmail.com>
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."