OK, so now I'll get into the details of what I did to and with Richie the Retard. This was the name my 12 year-old buddies and I called my brain-damaged 19 year-old neighbor who lived with his parents across the street from my family's house.
I had seduced Richie all by myself when I was 12, inviting him over to play soldiers and then manipulating him into sexplay which I convinced him was all part of the game. I guaranteed him that real-life soldiers did all the things I made him do and Richie quickly took to my suggestions and demands.
Within a week, I had progressed from getting Richie to show me his dick to jerking me off, then to kissing and sucking my dick, and finally to letting me fuck him in the ass. Most of what we did was new to me, too, but I had a mean and nasty imagination and I took to all these new experiences like a duck to water. Richie was like putty in my hands and once I realized that I could get him to do pretty much whatever I said, I let my fantasies go wild and made Richie the slave of my cruel and demeaning sexual curiosity.
Because of some movie he had seen at some point in his past, Richie was obsessed with Nazis and lived in fear (and fascination) of them. He was convinced that they were everywhere and that they were watching him and his family, ready to take him away and do god knows what, I guess kill him. His mother had told him that if he misbehaved the Nazis would get him and he'd never be able to see his parents again. I knew this was a fucked-up thing to tell a brain-damaged guy, but it also gave me lots of good ammunition in my games with the moron. I had by now convinced him that his mom and dad might well be Nazi spies and that he could never ever tell them about what we were doing. Richie swore that he would keep everything a secret, mostly out of his irrational fears and the brutal head games I played on him.
Everything we did was secret, and I took care that none of my buddies knew anything about my covert friendship with Richie. If they knew I was even civil to him they would never have let me live it down. We made fun of Richie all the time and so I found myself getting into the nasty duality of the whole situation, almost as much as the absolute coolness of knowing I could fuck the retard whenever I felt like it.
Richie didn't look retarded nor was his speech affected by his condition. Technically, he wasn't retarded; he was brain-damaged from a traumatic head injury he had suffered as a young kid. He told me later that when he was 11 he got hit by a car while he was riding his bike and landed on his head and broke a bunch of bones and shit. He was in a coma for a while and when he woke up he was goofy. He was actually a pretty cute guy, but annoyingly childish and moronic. Intellectually and emotionally, Richie was on the same level as an 8 or 9 year-old, if that. He was tall and skinny with an uncut cock as big as a horse's and it was that contradiction that got me so wild and excited. It was like playing with a little kid who was hung like a grown-up man. I got off on knowing that here I was, a fairly scrawny but scrappy 12 year-old kid who was controlling every move and getting it on with a guy who was already a man, a retard who stood almost a foot taller than me!
His light brown hair was always a mess and his pale blue, vacant eyes gave him a strange, unsettling appearance. His skin was pale with flushed cheeks and his lips were full and red. His legs were hairy and he had a nice, thick glory trail that disappeared into his pants. Once they were off, you could see how the trail blossomed into a thick, lush jungle of pungent, wiry, brown pubes. His balls were heavy and nicely covered with that same brown fur. I thought he was hot, and I always sprang a major boner whenever my buddies and I were taunting or harassing him. I can't remember a time when I didn't spring a boner when I was being cruel or merciless.
After that first week of indoctrination and sexplay, I decided that everything was OK and that I could now safely mess around with him all I wanted to.
The evening I had invited him over to watch television with me while my parents went to see a film was the real beginning of my adventures with Richie. I had convinced him to let me fuck him by telling him that I had received the order from the General, a made-up character I created; the General was our leader in our fight against the Nazis. I told Richie that we were something called blood brother soldiers and that we had to do whatever we were ordered to do. Of course, Richie wasn't too clear on where my ideas ended and where our orders from the General began. And I intended on keeping it that way.
No matter what qualms or fears he had about the stuff I'd have us do to each other, I always had a great "offical" explanation that wore down his reservations. If my lies didn't work quick enough I would yell at him and threaten him with asking for a new blood brother soldier from the General. It never failed to work. I was king of the world and it was awesome having a sexy retard to fuck whenever I liked. I treated Richie like shit, basically, cuz I never really thought of him as being human. To me he was just like an animal, an animal that looked like me and spoke my language, but damaged and not really worth shit. But still good for fucking!
My sexual experiences up to this time (besides masturbating by myself 3 or 4 times a day) consisted of jerking off and dry humping a few times with selected buddies from school. I had also just the year before begun a sexual relationship with my nephew, who was 2 years older than me. But my nephew lived out of state and I could only mess around with him whenever our families visited for holidays or during the summers when I'd spend a few weeks at my sister's house.
But this was the perfect set-up. The fact that Richie would do everything I told him was as sexy to me as the actual fucking around. Even at that age I had a mean, dominant streak in me just waiting for the opportunity to express itself. Now, here it was and it was all so fucking easy.
After that evening of fucking Richie's virgin ass (the first time for both of us!) and watching television at my house, Richie's weird parents decided that I was a nice kid and they let me have access to Richie pretty often. My parents thought I was changing my ways and they encouraged me to spend time with Richie. They felt sorry for him, but more importantly they saw my friendship with Richie as a sign that I was outgrowing my mean-streak and predilection for using force and violence to get what I wanted. How wrong they were.
Once I had my first taste of fucking I couldn't get enough of it. I was almost ready to ditch my real buddies so I could spend more time fucking around with Richie the Retard. That's all I had on my brain. I thought about fucking 24/7. But I knew I had to keep things on the down-low, so I allowed myself to hook-up with Richie only on week-ends or when I knew I'd have the house to myself for a few hours. Even then, his parents wouldn't always make him available to me. I hated it when they'd do that, and I'd sulk around the house, furious at them for fucking with my sex drive.
The following Saturday my parents went to a dinner party and both sets of parents allowed me to invite Richie over again while mine were gone. I remember that my hands were sweaty with powerful, mean anticipation as I dialed Richie's phone number and told his dad that I was ready for Richie to come over now. Within minutes, Richie was ambling over to my house, awkwardly climbing our porch steps and ringing the doorbell over and over until I opened the door and let him inside. Without even having to tell him anymore, as soon as Richie was inside the door he started stripping off his grungy clothes. I had told Richie that our orders required us to be naked every time we played together by ourselves. He peeled his large, loose, pit-stained t-shirt over his head and looked dumbly at the floor a few seconds before he let it drop. Then he looked down at his waist and after a brief, blank pause he unbuttoned his cut-off denim shorts and unzipped them. It always took him a while to struggle out of his clothes and I loved watching him. It cracked me up and the more he fumbled the hornier I got.
Once his shorts were at his ankles he clumsily stepped out of them while he giggled that stupid fucking laugh of his. He stood there so pathetically, naked except for his shoes and socks and a pair of dingy tighty whities with piss stains all along the pouch.
"C'mon, Veggie, strip all the way, you stupid motherfucker," I laughed at him. I had hit upon the nickname "Veggie" for him and I thought it was hilarious. Richie didn't seem to mind what I called him, so long as I kept up the pretense of being his friend.
"OK, Dan, I'm gonna strip all the way now," he said, nodding and grinning like a little moron boy.
He grabbed the sides of his underpants and yanked them down hard from his narrow hips. His fat horse dick flopped out and down like it weighed 10 pounds and hung there like a log over the hairy, dangling nutsack that slowly dropped to its full length. I told him to turn around as he bent over to pull his briefs over his shoes. I wanted to look at his ass.
He giggled and did it and when I saw his hairy butt crack my cock throbbed so hard it hurt. A bead of precum oozed out and that started me dripping. I walked the few steps to him and inhaled as I came close, sucking in the skunk smell steaming out of his pits. That smell made me want to shove my dick up his ass right on the spot but I held myself in check. Instead I ran my hands over the fuzzy globes of his ass cheeks and then brushed his hairy asshole with my fingertip. He squealed and said it tickled. I bent down and took a quick exploratory sniff. It smelled sexy so I took a deeper whiff. A little bit sickeningly sweet, like a meat-eating flower. I liked how his butt smelled and that cracked me up. I loved letting my nasty curiosity run wild.
Once he had his briefs off I pushed him down onto the carpet and helped him get his big shoes off. Richie's socks were always pretty rank and I thought that was sexy, too. I guess I was into body smells before I can even remember. I smelled and rubbed his big feet through the stiff, stinky fabric and Richie giggled all the while. When I peeled the nasty socks off his big, sweaty feet and forced him to smell them, I acted like it was a big joke. I made him suck on those damp, stiff socks while I fondled his big, thick dick and squeezed his nuts until he winced and whimpered.
His favorite thing was playing "tank" in our Volkswagen van that was parked in our garage. We would climb into the passenger area and pretend like we were in a tank out hunting Nazis. All I had to do was give Richie the scenario of our game for that day and then I'd quickly turn it into sex.
After fucking Richie, I had to admit to myself that I wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked. I wanted to feel Richie's dick up my ass but I was afraid he'd hurt me. I was still just a kid and the idea of him shoving that huge monster cock up my tight 12 year-old virgin butthole scared me. So it took quite a while before I let him do it to me. But it didn't matter in the least; I had all sorts of fun games to play at Richie's expense that didn't involve the risk of my getting hurt.
I told Richie that we were going to play a new game, one that involved more pretending than usual. I told him we could have a lot of fun if he played the good American soldier and I played the bad Nazi. Richie squinted at me and then screwed up his innocent face into a fucked-up expression of excitement and fear combined. I asked him what was wrong now and he told me that he might get scared. I reassured him that it was only a game and that I wasn't really a Nazi, I was his loyal blood brother soldier buddy. I also added that the General thought it would be a good idea for us to role-play like this so Richie could be prepared for the time when he might actually have to fight the real Nazis. This seemed to calm him down and he asked me if I would still really be me and not a Nazi. I told him I would for sure still be me and that I would only be pretending to be a Nazi.
After a little more manipulating Richie agreed and wanted to play. I took him out to the garage and told him to get in the back of the van while I got some things that would make our game more fun. I watched him as he stepped up into the side of van, his hairy ass-cheeks spreading a bit and giving me a good, clear view of his moist-looking, brownish-pink asshole. My dick gave another lurch as I watched him sit down on the floor of the van. That giant uncut cock between his legs swung heavily to one side, slammed against his inner thigh, then lay there like a beached whale. His hairy nuts were squashed in a heap against the van's cold metal floor. I could smell his sweaty body odor and I wanted to fuck him like a dog.
I turned away and hurried over to some items I had earlier that day stored in the garage and came quickly back to the van. Richie was still sitting in the same position I had left him. He grinned at me when he saw me and asked me what he was supposed to do.
I told him all he had to do was follow my orders and do whatever I told him. He nodded his messed-up head and then flipped his bangs out of his eyes. I asked him if he was ready and he said yes.
Smiling like the nasty little 12 year-old bully I was, I motioned for him to follow me. Richie clambered out of the van and I led him into our backyard. All the yards of the houses in our neighborhood had tall wooden fences around them, giving us complete privacy from the eyes of my neighbors.
As soon as we were on the lawn I spun on Richie, pretending like I had a rifle in my hands, and told him I had just captured him. Richie immediately started giggling that perpetual retard chuckle of his. His hands flew up like he was surrendering and I told him to turn his back to me, walk over to the side of the house, kneel on the grass and put his hands behind his head. At first he just stood there staring at me. I barked at him to do it, adding that I would shoot him in the head if he didn't obey me immediately. He did it all, giggling the entire time. When he was in position I told him get close enough to the wall to touch it with his nose.
Richie couldn't see what I was doing behind him and my dick was throbbing from what I knew I was going to do. I told him to lower his hands from his head and put them behind his back. Richie wasn't sure what I meant, so I grabbed his arms and forced them down behind him. He stopped giggling and asked me what I was going to do to him. I could hear the note of terror in his voice and my kid-cock throbbed harder.
I barked at him to shut his dirty Jew mouth and to keep quiet or I'd kill him. Richie went silent and I could tell he was already convinced that I was a real Nazi. I knew he was scared. I have to admit I sounded pretty fucking real and convincing. I had always thought the Nazis were super cool, and I loved reading about WWII and watching war films and shit. I had even asked for a German/English dictionary for Christmas one year so I could learn some words. All I ever bothered to learn were insulting, commanding phrases that I put together, and I put them to good use now.
One of the items I brought with us out to the backyard was a roll of duct tape and I tore off a length and wrapped it around his wrists, binding them together pretty tightly. I tore off another short strip and slapped it over his mouth. Richie's eyes were wild and he looked at me imploringly. I sneered at him and then figured I'd better reassure him before he freaked out on me. I leaned down and told him not to worry, that I was still me and that we were just playing. His eyes got less spooked looking and I told him to breathe through his nose because he was acting like he was suffocating. After a few moments his chest stopped heaving as he figured out how to breathe.
Right before I yelled at him to stand up I blindfolded him by tying a dirty rag around his head. He didn't like it one bit but I was loving every second of this game. When he was standing I told him to walk towards the sound of my voice. I would walk several steps ahead of him and Richie would shuffle towards me. I let him reach me several times until he was relaxed and his guard was down. By the third or fourth time, as soon as he was close enough I would grab his cock or squeeze his balls or pinch his tits. Once I even pulled his hair so hard I could hear him scream under the duct tape. I was laughing like I was watching a live sitcom. Richie was so fucking stupid and helpless.
All of a sudden he started mumbling behind the duct tape and bouncing up and down. I told him to keep quiet, but he just got louder and wilder. I realized he wanted to tell me something so I ripped the tape off his mouth. Now, Richie usually had a scruffy face. I guess he couldn't shave himself and his parents didn't shave him every day. More like once a week, probably. Anyway, I made sure to rip it off fast cuz I knew it would pull some of the hairs out. He yelped like a beaten dog when I did that and my shoulders were shaking with unrestrained laughter. As soon as he stopped yelping he told me that he had to poop. I smacked his chest and told him not to say poop.
"What did I tell you about saying poop? Remember what I told you real soldiers call it?"
Richie couldn't concentrate because he needed to shit but I wasn't about to let up on him so quickly.
"What did I tell you, fuckpig?" I kept badgering him about it.
Frustrated and uncomfortable, Richie was choking back tears and told me he couldn't remember what he was supposed to call it.
"Say 'take a dump' or 'take a shit', you fucking retard!"
Richie just nodded madly and kept saying, "I have to take a shit, I have to take a shit..."
He was really bouncing up and down now, so I told him to wait one more second while I got something. I walked across the yard and back into the garage. I found what I wanted fast and trotted back out to him where he was still rocking back and forth with the overwhelming need to empty his bowels.
I told him to kneel in front of me. He started whining and complaining about how bad he needed to go, but I barked at him to kneel again, and he did, sobs wracking his chest. I slipped our dead pet dog's old choke chain attached to a leash over Richie's head and tugged on it. As it tightened around Richie's throat I yanked on it and told him to stand up.
He staggered to his feet and I pulled him forward and walked him over to a patch of pea gravel that my dad had made in a corner of the yard years ago when our dog was still alive. She would always use that gravel patch when she had to shit. Since the dog died the patch hadn't been converted into anything else, so that's where I led Richie.
I told him to squat and let it rip, but he just stood there, shaking and crying.
"Go on, Richie, it's all part of our game. Go ahead and take a dump, it's OK."
"I can't!" he wailed at me. He told me he was embarrassed. And I told him that he couldn't use the toilet because he was a lying, dirty Jew and this was how Jew's had to do it.
Finally, against his will, his body won the battle and he squatted just in time to let the first fat brown turd plop onto the gravel. He grunted and strained and I watched his asshole open up as first one and then another turd squeezed out. While I watched him shit, all sorts of fucked-up fantasies were careening through my head.
I grabbed a twig and poked it in the pile of fresh, hot shit Richie had just deposited on the gravel. I told him I was going to write something on him and he giggled. Crying one moment, giggling the next, Richie immediately relaxed once his body was relieved. I wrote "jew pig" on his back with his shit. Then I made a shit-smear Star of David on his chest and grabbed the Polaroid camera I had brought out into the yard with me. After taking a couple of photos, front and back, I yanked on his leash and told him we needed to get back to the game.
Now, our backyard was famous among the kids in the neighborhood for a certain feature that we all simply called "The Hole." About 4 years previously, when I was 8 years old, my mom had decided that she wanted a decorative pond in our backyard. She finally convinced my dad to build her one. But he had never finished it and so all my mom got was an approximately 7'x 5' hole in the ground, shaped like an amoeba. At least, that's what it always looked like to me. The hole had straight edges and was about 4 feet deep. All the nearby kids quickly fell in love with that hole. It became our fort, a foxhole, a dungeon, a ship - whatever location we needed for our games, the hole served as a wonderful substitute. During the winter it would fill up part way with water and leaves but come Spring it would dry out and my dad would fish out all the little green plastic army men and other small toys that had disappeared into it over the year.
My mom had given up on the pond idea and now wanted my dad to just refill the hole and plant grass over it again. But my dad was cool and realized how many hours of fun that hole provided to many of the kids in the neighborhood. So he never seemed to get around to filling it in.
I led Richie over to where the hole was and placed him a few feet away from its edge. I made him stand there and march in place as I counted in German, einz, zwei, einz, zwei. Then I told him to march towards my voice and he walked the few feet and then stepped into thin air and went crashing into the hole. Richie sprawled awkwardly in the pit and I could see tears streaming down his cheeks under the dirty rag round his head. I was hooting with laughter so hard I had to piss. So I aimed my dick at him and let loose with a hot yellow steam.
The second my pee hit his face, Richie started asking me what I was doing and I told him I was pissing on him to clean him off. He just laid there for a few seconds and then he stood up and tried to climb out of the hole. I was pissing on him the whole time and when he was nearly out of the hole I pushed him hard with my dirty bare foot and sent him sprawling backwards into the pit again. He smacked the back of his head against the other side of the pit and I heard his teeth jar together. That sound really fucking cracked me up.
Not sure what to do, Richie just laid there and I told him to roll over onto his stomach. This was no easy feat for him to perform because his wrists were still duct-taped together behind his back. But he managed to turn over and I told him to hoist his butt up so I could pee on it and wash him off. Of course, all my piss was doing was moistening the soil and making him dirtier. Richie now looked like he had been rolling in mud. My cock was as hard as it had ever been.
When I was through pissing on him I reached own and grabbed the leash and yanked him up. I helped him out of the hole and told him we should take a shower now because he was stinky and dirty. He asked me to take the blindfold off because he was getting confused. I took it off, making sure that the first thing Richie saw was my smiling, friendly face beaming at him. I knew he'd forget and forgive me anything, so long as I appeared to be nice to him.
After I had the blindfold off he asked me to take the tape off his wrists. As badly as I wanted to torture and torment him some more, I knew that I had to restrain myself or I'd end up hurting him bad. And I couldn't let that happen because I'd get in trouble. So I unbound his wrists and led him inside to the bathroom.
When we were both standing under the hot shower water I asked him if he'd had fun. I knew he didn't like what I had been doing to him, but I also knew he wouldn't say anything to disappoint me. He nodded yes, but his expression told the truth. He was confused and humiliated by what I had done to him, but his mind was so warped that he mistrusted his own feelings. I chuckled and told him I had had a lot of fun and that I had lots more games to play with him.
I was soaping up his enormous dick this whole time, and I could feel him hardening fast. Whenever Richie got turned-on he would giggle and his face would turn beet red. When I knew he was feeling good I told him to hold out his finger. He held out his whole hand with all the fingers splayed, so I reached out and folded all but his index finger down. I brought it to my face and sucked on his finger until I got it good and slippery. Then I turned my back to him and leaned my arms against the shower wall. I told him to smell my ass. Obediently, but with some hesitation, Richie kneeled down under the hot shower spray and stuck his face between my wide-spread ass cheeks. The nastiness of making some guy sniff my asshole gave me a dirty-minded thrill because it seemed like such a forbidden thing to do. I felt powerful and dominant and my heart beat faster seeing him debase himself at my feet.
"What's it smell like, Veggie?" I asked him with an evil grin.
"It smells OK, Dan," he giggled back at me.
"But like what?" I asked.
"Kinda yucky," was all he said.
I let out a mean laugh and told him to take another good, deep whiff. When he had his face in my ass again I let out a gigantic, juicy fart I had felt building up over the last few minutes. Richie recoiled, laughing his ass off, and I laughed at him.
"Hey, retard, is your finger still slicked-up?" I asked him.
He said yes and I told him to push it up my butt. He didn't seem to think anything of this and slid his big finger into my ass. I almost passed out from the feeling. It hurt but it also felt good, like I was full and content. I told him to slide his finger in and out and to wiggle it around some and that felt even better. My hard 12 year-old dick was bouncing against my little-boy tummy and the feel of it almost made me cum spontaneously. I told him to take his finger out and smell it. I turned around so I could watch him sniff the finger he had just had crammed up my shithole. He sniffed it and said it didn't smell too bad. Richie was watching my face the entire time and he instinctively held out his finger for me to sniff. I frowned and giggled and blushed furiously, like he had found me out. With my head full of mixed emotions, I smelled his finger greasy with my ass juice and I almost gagged and swooned at the same time. If Richie's asshole smelled like a carnivorous flower, mine smelled like a whole garden of them. Sweeter and meatier.
When we were done in the shower I took him into my bedroom and told him to lie down on my bed. Richie looked all around my room like he was in the holy of holies. I liked how he worshipped me and everything associated with me.
As he climbed onto my bed I could tell from the expression on his goofy mug that he'd let me do anything I wanted. I lay down next to him and asked him if he wanted to try something that felt really good. He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed at me lovingly as he nodded at me.
First I told him to hand me our t-shirts. I had scooped up all our clothes and thrown them into my bedroom on the way to the shower. Now he leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed our sweaty shirts and handed them to me. I spread his out on the bed and then rolled over onto my stomach so his stinky t-shirt was under me, right under my crotch and torso.
"Lay on top of me, Veggie, and put your dick in my butt crack."
He giggled as he rolled over on top of me. I could feel his breath beating against my neck and the back of my head. His breath smelled like milk. Like a kid's breath. He moaned softly when his cock was snug in my crack.
"Now rub it back and forth in my crack, retard. It feels awesome."
"You mean, like I'm fucking?" he asked me.
I was surprised to hear him say "fucking" because Richie never swore. He had told me his mom hit him if he used bad words. But I told him soldiers say bad words all the time and that it was not only OK, it was actually a good thing to say bad words as often as possible when you were playing with your friends. But what surprised me most was that Richie knew what fucking was and how to do it without my having to explain it to him. Immediately, my mind started planning.
"Yeah, shit-for-brains, just like you're fucking."
He giggled that stupid "huh-huh, huh-huh" laugh of his and started pumping away. He felt amazing. His weight was the weight of a man, not a kid, like when I had talked my buddies Johnny and Larry into trying out hot-dogging the year before during a sleep-over. He had me pinned, and he could have done anything he wanted to me at that moment. He could have raped me or killed me or anything else. But I knew he was too fucking stupid to think of any of these possibilities himself, so I relaxed under him and fucked the mattress while he pumped my ass crack.
He felt really heavy lying on top of me. I could barely fuck the mattress. But it felt great having him on me. I remember thinking that this was what it must be like to have sex with a man: the weight, the sweat, the smells, the hot breath, the feel of hairy flesh on hairy flesh; grunting, moaning, locked together like 2 animals in heat.
Richie was really getting into it. I knew this was true because he was lost in how good he was feeling. Given the messed-up condition of his brain, once something got Richie's attention it was almost impossible to distract him. I could tell from the force of his pumping and the raspiness of his breath that he was in the zone now and nothing was gonna stop him until he busted his nut. I decided to try something to see if I was right.
"Oh fuck, my parents just drove up!" I hissed at him as I pretended to try to scramble out from under him. All Richie did was grunt louder a few times and pin me down even harder as he prevented me from moving my sweet ass away from his monster dick. His pumping got rougher and faster. I doubt that he even heard me, he was so into it. I also remember thinking how hot this was, fucking around without having to talk and make excuses or trying to hint at things. With a retard, it was just "let's fuck," and that was it.
Richie started whining a high-pitched moan and I knew he was getting close. I couldn't wait to feel that firehose blast of hot jizz soak my ass and run down between my legs. I only wished I could see it come gushing out and coating my tight young ass.
All of a sudden he was breathing into my ear, harsh and crazy sounding. Then he started sucking and licking my ear and it felt incredible. His tongue was darting in and out, his spit slopping all around my ear and throat. I fucked my bed faster and faster and I knew I was gonna shoot quick. I felt his hot mouth move from my ear to the back of my neck and then the wetness of his tongue as he licked my neck and shoulder.
I had my face turned sideways and I croaked out, "Kiss me, you fucking asshole!" Before I had the words out Richie was wiggling his fat tongue all around my face, searching for my mouth. I lashed my tongue out and it touched his, and then he forced mine back into my mouth as he almost choked me with his tongue. It was a living, muscular thing rampaging through my mouth. His teeth kept hitting mine and his scruff was burning the shit out of the tender skin around my little mouth. It hurt like hell but I liked it.
The kissing seemed to push him into pure animal sex mode. He was fucking my butt crack so hard that I could feel his big balls slapping my inner thighs. I could feel and hear the juicy wetness of all the precum he had pumped out into my crack.
I took a deep breath of our combined sour sweat stink and roared as the first bolt of cum blasted out of my cock. A quick series of jets soaked Richie's t-shirt under me and I just collapsed under Richie's weight, exhausted and immobile.
Richie was kind of snorting and grunting and suddenly he gave out a great, delirious "unngghh" and slammed his whole weight against me. It knocked the breath out of me. And then I felt it start.
A hot jet of Richie's cum squirted up my ass crack clear to my middle back. The only thing that stopped it from going further was Richie's body on top of me. His loud, frenzied grunting kept getting crazier. Then it felt like someone was squirting my asshole and the area all around it with a super-soaker squirt gun. Each hot, thick blast felt better than the last and I could feel big globs of it dripping onto the t-shirt I was laying on. Finally Richie began to shudder and relax his heaving, sweat-slicked body. As he relaxed he got even heavier and I could hardly breathe, so I yelled at him to get the fuck off me.
He yawned and rolled himself off me onto his back. I reached around me and grabbed my t-shirt and wiped my ass crack and back. I could feel my t-shirt soaking up the warm, sticky goo. It seemed like there was no end of the slippery juice and my t-shirt felt like it had doubled its weight.
I rolled over onto my back and lay there beside him. After catching my breath I turned onto my side so I could look at his t-shirt I had dumped my load onto. A big wet milky puddle with a couple of long wet streaks was soaking into the center of Richie's stinky shirt. I laughed when I saw it and told him to tell his mom that something spilled on it if she asked him what had happened to his t-shirt. Richie just nodded and giggled and said, "It's your sperms!" I kind of liked that he called our cum "our sperms." It sounded so retarded and hilarious and sexy to me. Nasty and innocent all at once.
I sat up and spread my t-shirt out on the bed so we could look at all the cum Richie had spewed out. I let out a low whistle when I saw the damage. Most of the front of my shirt was sopping wet and sticky. One sleeve was soaked. Cum dampened the collar and even the back of the shirt had sperm smeared all over it, too. Richie sat up and stared at it and asked me it that was all his. I told him yes and that I was going to wear it and then suck on it and smell it later that night when I jacked off again. I told him to do the same to his shirt and he giggled and said he would.
By now I was hard again and I scooted down the bed to straddle Richie's long, pale body. He looked super sexy to me and I ran my hands all over him. The hairiness of his crotch and legs was making me nuts. He just smiled at me like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I lowered my body on top of his and when I felt the heat of our dicks pressed tight together I started pumping and sliding back and forth over him. Richie moaned and sighed and clamped his big hands around the little hams of my ass cheeks. I kept grinding into him and when I could feel another jizz load ready to burst out I ordered him to get up on his knees so I could stick my dick up his butt.
Hairy ass in the air, I poked 2 fingers up his sweating hole and wiggled them around until I made Richie squirm and squeal. I grabbed my aching cock and rammed it as hard as I could up his ass. Richie screamed like a girl and I yanked his hair hard and held onto it like reins as I plunged several times deep into his guts. I remember that I was wiping my fingers fresh from his asshole all over his face and trying to shove them into his panting, gasping mouth. It only took a few seconds before I was pumping hot cum into his bowels. When I pulled out, my cock was streaked with a little bit of shit and slimey juices and I wiped it on my t-shirt. Something else to sniff later on.
I punched his ass hard with my fist when I was through and told him to get off the bed and stand before me. Like a slave, he got up fast and stood there, not knowing what he was supposed to do. I told him to do jumping jacks and he did it, looking foolish and confused. I was hoping my cum would drip out of his asshole as he jumped up and down, and to my delight a fat glob of it dropped out of his ass and got caught in the hair on his legs. I told him to stop moving and he did. I reached out and swiped the cum glob up on my finger and told him to suck it off.
Grinning like a fucking moron, Richie sucked the cum fresh from his shithole off my finger and I made him show me his cum-slathered tongue before I told him to swallow. He grimaced as he swallowed and then wrinkled his nose up. I laughed at him and told him I couldn't believe how fucking stupid and nasty he was. Richie wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. I loved getting him so confused that his damaged, fucked-up brain short-circuited.
We continued to play soldiers whenever we could over the next few weeks. I kept coming up with more and more sadistic ways to use Richie, and I was surprised and delighted with how imaginative I could be when it came to our games.
Eventually I taught him how to shoplift and steal, and I made him get me things that I couldn't afford or wasn't allowed to have. My buddies from school were impressed that I was somehow able to get bottles of booze and all sorts of cool shit. I even got him to steal money from his mom's purse and give it to me. For a 12 year-old, I was living like a king.
I was getting obsessed with his ass and over the next few months I shoved all sorts of hilarious things up his asshole - the wooden handle of one of my dad's hammers, a socket wrench, the hose of our vacuum cleaner, and my favorite: the barrel of my Air-Soft pellet gun. I wanted to fire off a few rounds inside his guts, but I was afraid I might hurt him too badly.
This is already too long, so I'll save writing about my favorite games until later. But as a hint as to what they entailed, I'll just list a few key words: ropes, clothespins, lots of photos, dirty feet, and fire.
I also have to tell the story of how I finally let Richie fuck me. That was an awesome scene. All I'll say for now about it for now is that I had a hard time sitting down for days after.