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C Cammo Member San Diego Joined: May 18, 2006 Posts: 2041	C Cammo Posted posted on Fri, Sep 7, 2012 7:54 PM BadDogSpike Pops the Question Part 1 MadDogMike’s cousin BadDogSpike lives in Woodrose Corners Kentucky. Don’t look it up on that map thing on yer phone. It ain’t that big a place, they can’t afford a real Town Name, but it’s just down the road from Virgin Gulch, which used to be called Cherry Valley everybody knows that but they don’t call it that no more since BadDog can remember. BadDog ain’t so bad of a guy, he’s into environmental recycling, meaning he takes all the oil they drain out of the engines down at Oliver’s Gas Station and Oliver gives him 25 cents to get rid of it. He has a couple of places he dumps the oil, like East Lake or that patch of mud down beside the power station or sometimes he just dumps it in Mrs. Farnswallow’s stinker out back, which makes it smell real nice for a few days so Mrs. Farnswallow don’t mind. Which is all off the topic, the topic of which is BadDogSpike’s new girlfriend Helen. Helen’s a real beaut, she still got all her teeth and she takes a bath once a week like a good girl and she knows right from wrong and so when she gets up each morning next to BadDog she tries not to wake him cause she knows how men are, you know? And BadDog knows what a catch she is, and now that he’s caught her he ain’t throwing her back no how, no way. No matter how quiet Helen was every morning, it didn’t matter anyway. Cause BadDog had a big rooster that woke him up at sunrise every single morning and that was the one most annoying thing in his whole life. Except for that big cock his life was peaches and cream and chocolate on Sunday. That cock bothered him in the morning. Helen tried everything she knew, holding it real firm, stroking it’s head, cozying up next to it and talking real purty to it, but it went off every morning as soon as the sun popped up, up popped that cock too and BadDog, Helen, God, the Minister or the Devil couldn’t do nothing about it no way. Seemed to me like that cock liked Helen a whole lot and did everything it could to get in her way as soon as it could see around the place each day. That cock bothered BagDogSpike. And him being almost 16 years old now and Helen almost 14 he figured it was time to stand up like a real man now and do something about it. It got him thinking. He thought about how much he liked Helen and how he didn’t want her to get away from him. He thought about a family he’d like to have some day. He thought about his future. He thought about his cock. And the more he thought about that cock the more it frustrated him. He finally decided that it was time to pop THE BIG QUESTION to Helen. That would solve everything, see. He knew Helen wanted to just as bad as he did, and if he put the question to her right up front she’d say yes and then she’d be happy and he’d be happier and it would be all fresh honey and new mown hay every day, just like at the movies at the end. Besides, it had been almost three weeks since he’d been dating her and it was past time to ask. He decided to ask her Sunday morning so they could be happy all day Sunday and go to church later then have a big dinner and do nothing till the fireflies went home, except maybe stroll down to Oliver’s and get a few orange sodas out of the machine and drink them down real cold while listening to Moot Parnow play guitar on the back porch which is pretty much as good a day as BadDog could think of or me either. So BadDog smiled that Sunday morning when the cock crowed. He looked at it kind of fond like, then he got up and washed his face and put on his best shirt and pants, then jumped back in bed and rolled Helen over so she was looking right up at his smiling face when he told her all gentle like, “Helen, you and me gotta come to an understanding. You is the only girl for me and I hope you feel the same in your heart cause you is the only person on this whole ball of dirt that I’d ask the Big Question of. You is my sweetheart. You is pure and pretty and young and happy and I want to make you even happier. You is talented too. You know how to handle my cock every morning. And thinking about that cock every day, thinking and looking at my cock got me to realizing we is at a point in our lives that we can’t ignore that cock. We gotta do something about it. So here’s my question, Helen, please, Would you pluck my cock?”

BadDogSpike Pops the Question
Part 1

MadDogMike’s cousin BadDogSpike lives in Woodrose Corners Kentucky. Don’t look it up on that map thing on yer phone. It ain’t that big a place, they can’t afford a real Town Name, but it’s just down the road from Virgin Gulch, which used to be called Cherry Valley everybody knows that but they don’t call it that no more since BadDog can remember. BadDog ain’t so bad of a guy, he’s into environmental recycling, meaning he takes all the oil they drain out of the engines down at Oliver’s Gas Station and Oliver gives him 25 cents to get rid of it. He has a couple of places he dumps the oil, like East Lake or that patch of mud down beside the power station or sometimes he just dumps it in Mrs. Farnswallow’s stinker out back, which makes it smell real nice for a few days so Mrs. Farnswallow don’t mind.

Which is all off the topic, the topic of which is BadDogSpike’s new girlfriend Helen. Helen’s a real beaut, she still got all her teeth and she takes a bath once a week like a good girl and she knows right from wrong and so when she gets up each morning next to BadDog she tries not to wake him cause she knows how men are, you know? And BadDog knows what a catch she is, and now that he’s caught her he ain’t throwing her back no how, no way.

No matter how quiet Helen was every morning, it didn’t matter anyway. Cause BadDog had a big rooster that woke him up at sunrise every single morning and that was the one most annoying thing in his whole life. Except for that big cock his life was peaches and cream and chocolate on Sunday. That cock bothered him in the morning. Helen tried everything she knew, holding it real firm, stroking it’s head, cozying up next to it and talking real purty to it, but it went off every morning as soon as the sun popped up, up popped that cock too and BadDog, Helen, God, the Minister or the Devil couldn’t do nothing about it no way.

Seemed to me like that cock liked Helen a whole lot and did everything it could to get in her way as soon as it could see around the place each day.

That cock bothered BagDogSpike. And him being almost 16 years old now and Helen almost 14 he figured it was time to stand up like a real man now and do something about it. It got him thinking. He thought about how much he liked Helen and how he didn’t want her to get away from him. He thought about a family he’d like to have some day. He thought about his future. He thought about his cock. And the more he thought about that cock the more it frustrated him.

He finally decided that it was time to pop THE BIG QUESTION to Helen. That would solve everything, see. He knew Helen wanted to just as bad as he did, and if he put the question to her right up front she’d say yes and then she’d be happy and he’d be happier and it would be all fresh honey and new mown hay every day, just like at the movies at the end.

Besides, it had been almost three weeks since he’d been dating her and it was past time to ask. He decided to ask her Sunday morning so they could be happy all day Sunday and go to church later then have a big dinner and do nothing till the fireflies went home, except maybe stroll down to Oliver’s and get a few orange sodas out of the machine and drink them down real cold while listening to Moot Parnow play guitar on the back porch which is pretty much as good a day as BadDog could think of or me either.

So BadDog smiled that Sunday morning when the cock crowed. He looked at it kind of fond like, then he got up and washed his face and put on his best shirt and pants, then jumped back in bed and rolled Helen over so she was looking right up at his smiling face when he told her all gentle like,

“Helen, you and me gotta come to an understanding. You is the only girl for me and I hope you feel the same in your heart cause you is the only person on this whole ball of dirt that I’d ask the Big Question of. You is my sweetheart. You is pure and pretty and young and happy and I want to make you even happier. You is talented too. You know how to handle my cock every morning. And thinking about that cock every day, thinking and looking at my cock got me to realizing we is at a point in our lives that we can’t ignore that cock. We gotta do something about it.

So here’s my question,
Helen, please,
Would you pluck my cock?”

Post #651156 by Cammo on Fri, Sep 7, 2012 7:54 PM