DOLLIE’S FAMILY
----Only months before, I was a shy sex deprived 18 year old virgin boy with an uncircumcised prick, dreaming of my first piece of tail. I had a secret of my own. When I masturbated, it hurt my four-skin. I feared ripping it off and bleeding to death. I was also confused about my larger cock. Boys teased me about it. These facts are in another story, and yet others remain to be told. Watch for DONKEY DONG at bookstores near you!
As John Wayne once said in a movie...
"ain't braggin son if it's fact."
----This story was to be titled DOLLIES BED. But I felt still more boring facts remained to be told. What a strange family! With the above mentioned facts, and my recent taste of intercourse, I was now addicted to getting all of it that this young boy could get. And I was getting it from little ---- Dollie. At this time I was living with my Mom’s parents, my grandparents. They thought young girls were evil and didn’t want their grandson messin with them. They seemed to know everyone around town.
----A good friend of theirs lived near Dollie’s parents. He told my family that her family were low life scum living like trash. He was sort of right! This made dating Dollie tricky. I wasn’t supposed to go to her house or my car would be taken away. I needed my car to get to school and back and to the grocery store where I worked at that time. After being grounded numerous times grandma gave up. Keeping me away from that young pussy was hopeless. So repeated warnings about going to hell and becoming a daddy were told. Yep grandma was right! Hell, I thought this sex thing was Heaven and I was pulling it out or wearing a rubber. No way Dollie was gonna get pregnant!
----Her family lived in two small mobile homes hooked together side by side with a doorway cut out between them. The front mobile home had a small attached entrance with a closed in porch. Next was a kitchen with mom and dad’s bedroom at the far end. None of the interior rooms had doors. Only blankets hanging down. A tiny bathroom was also in this first trailer. I think it had a crude door. The rear mobile home had two small bedrooms and a few closets. All beds were homemade and built against walls. There was only one side to get into them. The boys slept together in a small room with several beds. Dollie and Janie shared a small double bed in a corner of their tiny room. The story DOLLIES BED to follow.
-----MORE FACTS. First, ages: I’m guessing here. Dollies’ parents were in their mid 40’s. Oldest brother Glen about 27. Probably Doris next around 25. Bob 23. I’m going by our ages, me 18 and Dollie **. Brother Doug 14, Janie 13, Rodger 10, and Paulie maybe 8. In between were several miscarriages and unexplained young deaths. A picture is worth a thousand words but I ain’t got the pictures!
----Dollie’s two older brothers, Glen and Bob were neither around home much. Both were truck drivers. I never saw Glen more than a half dozen times in his life. He seemed to be the decent, clean, polite one. Glen married young and moved to Missouri. I’m thinking sister Doris was second oldest. You already know her story. She was only home for occasional monthly visits.
----Big brother number two was Bob. Blacksheep of da family. Bob was my idol even though we hated each other. Bob was also a trucker. Bob drove locally and was married to a cute young biker babe. Oh yea, Bob was also a biker. He looked the part and was one of those guys who was always in trouble with the law and the neighbors. Whatever wasn’t nailed down Bob stole, including Dollie’s jewelry after we married. Bob was always shoving me around. Once he rammed my Austin Healey Sprite with his pickup while we were parked at the A & W Root beer stand. Only a small scratch. Went to police station and they just laughed. Bob was holdin a can of beer while standin in the police station! I still remember “ It’s family. We don’t mess with family matters.”
----Only good thing I remember about brother Bob was seein my first tit flashin. One of the rare times the whole family went on a picnic. We went about 60 miles to a park with a large lake. Most of us couples were out on paddleboats. Some of us wore speedos and the girls wore regular bikinis. Nothin skimpy. Bob’s wife wore the only real bikini. First gal I remember with tattoos. Some other boys had been staring at her nice boobies from other paddleboats. Don’t know if was Bob’s idea or his wife’s but she flashed several groups of other young men. This was before Dollie had ever done it. The most Dollie had showed her titties at this time was that getting caught at the drive-inn movie as I fondled her boobies. So this tit flashin thing was new to me. Several years late big brother Glen got Bob on with the truckin company he worked for in Missouri. Bob moved away and stopped only occasionally when truckin thru.
----Doug was a firebug and gas sniffer. Not a good combination. Momma was always puttin out small fires or hiding the gas can from Dougie. Remember, Doug was the kid who set the Minnesota cornfield and sister Janie on fire. Sister Janie, few years younger than Dollie, spent much time in Chicago at a famous burn center. She went thru hell. Later, after Dollie and I married Janie married. For some reason she separated from her husband for awhile. Along with the some of Dollie's other ex-school girlfriends, Janie moved in with us for a short time…. Short time equaled nearly a year till we kicked her out. Told her to go back to her husband. She did. Only one girl actually lived there at a time but several seemed to hang out.
----But back to the early days. This left Rodger and little Paulie. They were usually outside getting in trouble. Rodger was always havin sex with a few other neighborhood------BOYS! It was so bad the neighbors often called the cops. This was in the County. If the County deputies did come out all they did was warn Rodger, the other boys, and Dollie’s mother. Mom spent a lot of time chasin Rodger and little Earl around with a bucket of cold water or a stick. After awhile Earl and Rodger did their butt-fuckin out behind the mobile home or in the small wood shed. All of this was new to this sheltered little white boy.
----Paulie chased the neighbor dogs and threw rocks at my Dodge! ----Daddy W--- knew how much I loved my car and he’d tell Rodger and Paulie to throw rocks at it if I parked in the driveway. Eventually I parked down the street, or gave them candy to stop throwing stones. Remember, someplace I wrote this was a strange family! A lot of strange shit just for some pussy! When I wasn’t working or in school, I’d be at Dollie’s house, or taking a ride out to a secluded spot to fuck. Now you know where ideas for movies come from!
---Time and money were short. So we had a plan. _____________
Next Dollie's Bed.