Dirt

Going, Going, Gone!

"I really, really, dont think its fare. Im goin to be SOLD tomorow and its really not FAIR!" My Uncle said he was takin me to a boy aucshun, in town someware. Never herd of no boy aucshun befor and Im really scard. Ill tell my side of the story and you be the judge, and call my Uncle if you think Im rite. and tell him not to sell me. Im really scared. Who ever herd of a boy sale anyway?

It all started when I got to the farm. I was only 12 years old. And a real little 12 at that. I was the runt of the litter. I was barely 4½ feet [1.35 m] tall and in wet underware and only scaled at 60 pounds [27 kg]. The only thing I had really goin for me was I was pretty fuckin smart. I was really smart to about lots of things, specially English things. For example, that runt of the litter thing? Well thats a metaphor it uses one thing to pretend its FOR something else.

Just like that scaled. Pretending a scaled fish is gettin on a scale. An thats fuckin smart thing is an oxymoron cause any moron can fuck an you don't have to be smart like me. Actually, I really rather BE fucked than do the fuckin. My Uncle started doin me when I was 10. Even when he made me as sippery as a greased pig, it still really hurt. But pretty soon I couldnt not get enuff of it. That couldnt not is a pairadox docs because see the couldn't not really means you could, but that is the opposite of what that means it cant be done. So its a pairadox. Anyway my Uncle finally made me feel like a grease pig. That's a simile cause it makes for smile. Get it? Simile – smile?

An I jus had a really good thought. Pair a dox is like a pair of socks, get it? So its like if you try to put one a pair of socks which is impossible. A pair a dox. Cause socks is already plural and to have a pair means you have four, and no one putting on socks has four feet. I guess I need to get back to the story. Anyways I started really liking it when my Uncle shoved that big black pole of his up into my boy butt. It was humongus, maybe even 8 inches [20 cm] long. He said he was hung like a horse. An that another smile thing. An I proved that was impossible so it must also be that pairadox thing. Ill tell you later how I proved it couldn't be true. My Uncle was definitely not hung like a horse. AN wow, I really like seeing a horse pole! Now thay are really big! Oops I got sidetracked. Nother metafore thing since Im not a train. My thought was though, I mean it had a train of thought. Shucks, now I'm even getting myself stumped, and that's an oxymoron since I'm too smart to be stumped like that. Or is that a pairadox? OK who cares. Well anyways, let me get back to tellin my story. Yu know, I think I need to back up, just a bit, maybe to when my Uncle first did me. Yeah that's where it REALLY started. OK, it was way back when I was 10. Oh, I already said that dint I. (Is that a metafor? When you say eye and say I instead? Guess not but it should be somethin neat like maybe a double tender or somethin.

And I sure KNOW what a double tender is. My Uncle after he had fucked me a lot, got a friend of his when I was visiting – I think I was almost 12 not quite back then – an thay sure double tendered me! One in the front door and one in the back. I was sure glad at first it was my Uncle that did my front door. I jus had to make sure to drink all his giz. Now the udder guy. (HA HA I said udder cuse he had two of them big loppy ons hanging from his fat hairy chestes. I had to pluralize chest cause he had two of em. Any ways, he was lot smaller than my Uncle. Maybe only as big as me, about 6 inches [15 cm]. My Uncle says I sure take after his side of the famly. My big black pole he said may even get bigger than his when I grows up. Well, anyways this guy was easier on me even if I was really used to it by now. Getting fucked that is. Anyways he said he sure said he liked doin it too black meat. But when after thay all done and rested a bit, thay swithed ends. Now is that fair? I sure got sore that night. Got really tendered. By two of them. Doubled tendered!

OK where was I? Oh yeah. I was 10 when my Uncle first did me. (I was only 5 inches [13 cm] long way back then). I'm 6 inches [15 cm] now. Thats half a foot. My pole is not really a foot, only half) even though I hope it gets that big, than I can say I got three feet. (Joke – must be a pun get it? A punny pun in fact. OK, you gots to be really smart to understand that one)! My Uncle back then, he said I needed to be broke in. An he sure broke me in sort of. I sure felt really broked specially those first few times. Took me a while not to hurt no more. An the very next week he did me again. Barely used enuff greese. So I got really smart. Next time, only about a few weeks later, I greesed my self up before hand! See, I said I was really smart.

Anyways that's why when my Dad left me (Mom I never knew) I went to Uncles to live. I didn't care for my Dad too much. He always said I was to dum to live, but that an oxymoron again cause its jus impossible, oops, no, that's a paradox. Anyways I ventually got to live on the farm with my Uncle. But by that time he wasn't raising much of anything any more. Juz had that horse – donkey animal. REALY, my Uncle said it was part horse and part donkey. Anyway I thought it was as dum as a mule, but, lets get back to the story. Dum as a mule – a simile smile? Right?

Oh, I jus thought of something. I really liked to watch that donkey – horse when it peed. That hose that came out was mazingly long. I grabbed onto it once he put up a big fuss, and I had to let it go. Maybe Ill tell you sometime when I did that to the horse. Wanted to measure it. Anyways back to the story.

My Uncle started to raise me. He said I should never go into the barn – EVER! Said he was raisen pups and didn't want them to get out. Spose bein pups thay were delicate yet.

I also happn to knows that pups are really dogs. But thay must be male dogs, cause my Uncles said he only has male pups. I remember when my friend Billy said his sister was a real dog. I said I knew that couldn't be true, since my Uncle raised pups and thay were all males. He looked at me like I was as dumb as a mule, but again I knew that was wrong because my Uncle had a mule and I knew that was some kind of horse – donkey. My Uncle said so. And I know it must have been a mule cause it was sure dum as a mule. (Nother simile – smile there)

Speaking of mule dicks, I forgot to mention how I proved my Uncle was sure REALLY not hung like a horse. I measured Tomtom. That was my Uncles horse. I got under neath and started rubbing the cover of his big horse pole and sure nuff it started cumin out. I kept a rubbn and then started on the pole itself. I finally took that thing in both hands, barely got round so since thay berely fitted my hands, and sure nuff it got a whole lot bigger, at least 18 inches [45 cm]. I had a yard stik, promise. I aint any lier. Truth. Anyways I told my Uncle that his was 10 inches [25 cm] too short, an he got so mad he took me right up stairs, threw me on the bed, an did me again right then. He tore up so much of my clothes I had to go naked a while till I could find where my Uncle hid my suitcase on purpose when I was bad once, the day before. Anyways, I counldnt understand why that he thought was a punishment. I felt real good when he really put it to me – twice! (I always stayed greesed up by then – see, I said I was smart). Anyways, then he turned me over and made me lick his black pole clean. That I faut. Real hard I faut. You better believe it. It really smelled from my butt juice. He finally forced me to lick it clean cause he grabbed my nuts and kept squeezing till I said yes. I yelled it loud and clear (nuther metafore I think) YES OK! (Bet you thought I was goin to say Uncle? I bet I'd a won)

After that I made sure I cleaned my self out every morning after I dumped. Lot nicer. An after that I started to really like licking that black pole of his. Fact when his bruther came I did them both all night long and licked both clean lots of times. (Not my Dad brother, dum dum, my other Uncle brother. His black pole was even bigger than my Uncles. I snuck a ruler and while I was lickin it once, I measured it at a wuppin 9 inches [23 cm]!

I really hoped my black 6 incher [15 cm] would get that big someday.

The only other thing he talked bouts were the colts he also had in that same barn. Said thay was all boy animals. But a bit older. Fact he did happin to mention he only wanted to raise and sells boy animals. I thought that a bit really strange, but he said thay made him more money, an he liked boy animals really much better. Sorta he said how he liked me.

He sure nuff liked me really lots and lots (Is that a nuther metafore? I mean it compared me to a peice of real state. Spose not, but it really should be called somethin neat.

So I became his bed boy all the time. I really got to like it really good. I even started to like sucking on that big black pole of his. My half foot [15 cm] pole got real stiff and ventually felt REALY REALLY good.

Well takin too long so I will get right to it.

It was a dark and stormy night. (I always wanted to use that in a story). An it even fits really good. It WAS a dark and stormy. As in snow stormy. Really really cold and really really windy and really dark. (Hay, I think I discovered where the expressin horse neighing. Thay do it when its neight a lots. Get it?) OK, back to the story. I'm havin trouble consentratin couse my butt really hurts. My Uncle did me right before he put me in the cage.

Where was I? Oh, that storm. Lots and Lots of snow. Right up to the rafters. OK that's a hyper bully. (Hyperbole = hyper bully = big bully. Get it?) It probly really only got to about my knee. But big bullys always gets you in trouble so this was a hyper bully cause that deep snow really gott me in trouble, with a capital T. See, I LOVE snow! It means no school if high you get enuff. So…

OK, were was I. Oh, the stormy night. I got so scared for all the poor pups and colts in that barn. I noticed the door of the barn swingin open under the barn light. The storm musta swung it open somehow.

Anyways, I put on my galoshes – thays rubber boot things – an had a really hard time but finally made it cross to that barn. The snow was up to my butt by then. OK, nother hyper bully, only to my knees, but that's still high! I got to the barn finally an it was all dark inside. Only the light outside. I tried to hear if the colts and pups where still there but I could hear nothing with the wind really howling. (nuther metafore, only animals howl) Anyways I went inta that barn even though my Uncle tole me to never ever get in there. I shudda really not gone in there.

I finally found a light swich an wow, all there were was these cages. All over the place. Big ones on one one side an smaller ones on the udder side (HA HA simile – smile? Can't think really good now. Really scared) I tried to open the smaller cages, they was the closest and not a budge. Then I herd someone cryin. I knocked on that dore of that cage and the pup in it really started yelling. Sure sounded like a boy, I got so scared I ran right into the open door of one of the big cages. Empty. Bunch of them was empty. I got really really scared then, and snucked back into the house, or tried to.

My Uncle caughted me and grabbed me and shook me really good and yelled a lot about all kinds of crazy stuff. I said I didn't do nuthin, but there were my foot prints right there in his light. I was sunk real good. There was lots of other prints on the other side but I couldn't understand it, sure not any colt prints Id ever seen afore, looked sort of person like. Corse the snow was so deep you really coudnt be really sure what made them.

My Uncle, he dragged me into that barn and locked me inta one of them cages. I felt really blue. (Sorry, cant stop with the simile – smiles) Got a bit blue to. Rey cold hat night an even with the heaters goin in that barn.

Next morning, my Uncle, he said he was goin to sell me with all the other pups and colts. I was really specially since I sorta figured out what those pups an colts really were I sure wished Ida never gone inta that dam barn.

Uncle said he was goin ta get his brother (not my dad brother) an thay caught back all the colts that had got out. Uncle said I did it, let them colts out, and now thats my story. OK, was I guilty of anything? I say not. Pleze call my Uncle an tell em not to sell me! I don't want to be a pup!

The End