Date: Sat, 8 Jun 2013 16:55:09 -0700 (PDT) From: SHEP Subject: SON OF WILSON: THE BEGINNING!...just saying! SON OF WILSON: THE BEGINNING! I'd laid there for the pass few years, with my two year old black lab, who answers to the name of 'Midnight',sacked out on the rag rug beside my bed, and listened to my old man plow the slut he'd married after mom passed on shortly after I was born. DAMN!! Edith sounded like she was enjoying the HELL out of Dad's rod. All I could do is imagine what it must be like to know that kind of a good time. It was what it was! So, I kicked the sheets off my mostly nekked fourteen year old body and pulled the family endowment from between the Hanes' piss slit before it rose to full mast. Otherwise, it would never make it through the hole...just saying! "OH!!! GAWD!!! WILSON!!! You're killing me with that DAMN thang!!!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUEEEEE!!!!!" Midnight's ear perked up a bit to the moan but he chose to ignore it and continue to slumber and chase that rabbit in his dreams... ...as the four poster in their room did the rhythnic rumba against the panneling on the wall! The funny thing about this loud announcement of what they were doing was that my bedroom was on the opposite side of the house. I guess they thought I wouldn't be able to hear. Yeah, right!! A DAMN ear of corn could have heard that a goings on...! The reddish purple of my cockhead looked angry and ready to explode...can't imagine why! HELL!!! I'd just beat off in the shower an hour ago before I crawled into bed! At fourteen, if I didn't cum every couple of hours or so, I wouldn't be able to walk due to the pressure in my crotch! Unlike the old man, I was a fledging 6 foot tall and just beginning to get a good definition to the bod...all the baby fat had melted away the year I got pubes. I started shaving six months ago about twice a week and was noticing how the hair on my legs and under my arms were almost as black as the bush around my cock. That bush grew in thick and dark from the get go! One of my proudest features...so far! My dad might stand up at five foot nine on a good day! Where I am lean and clean in stature, he's barrol chested and narrow waisted and wide thigned...think WWE wrestler on the short side...just saying! He has a carpet of black fur running from the top of his pumped pecs down to the triangular hair trail that disappears into his boxers. The man has feet that spread out like a diver's fins with round meaty toes...much like his fingers and hands. I have no doubt as to where I got the thick black bush since he sports much the same cascading down from his upper lip. Otherwise, he's as slick and shiny on the top floor as a new pair of chrome hub caps. His rough looking mug breaks all of us up whenever he grins which actually splits his face from ear to ear with a huge toothy smile. It betrays a good natured doofus that is loved by most everyone who meets him! To say I loved my sperm donor is an understatement...he's my hero and mentor! He's set me examples of how to man-up...to take responsibility...to find joy at working hard and playing just as hard...and although he realizes that I may not follow in the family business, he appreciates my help in the garage...and makes sure that I know that he acknowledges my interest and work by calling it OUR garage! He/we have a auto repair shop on the back part of the property...just behind the house! But what pays the bills is the tow truck and roll-back that provides the local township a wrecker service. Because of this 'on-call' kind of buisness, he's in and out at all hours of the day and night, 24/7. With him hitting the big 40 next month, you'd think he'd groan and bitch about the hours if nothing else...but you'd be hard to every hear him mutter a negative word about anything. Since it doesn't take me long to get off pounding the pud, I usually wait to stroke until I hear Edith start to gag and sputter around the old man's pussy poker. I finally figured out from closely studying the noise coming from that side of the house, that after he gets her juices flowing and her body twitching from those multiple orgasms that I've heard her bragging to her lady friends about; evidently, he likes to withdraw and literally jam it down her throat. Yep! It's at this point, that I will grab the stoney seven and begin the climb to my own gushy reward...right along with the old man! Now there's real male bonding...just saying! At about the time I notice his low gutteral growl that signals his explosion...shortly followed by Edith's spitting and coughing with something that sounds like a drowning victim...I'll choke the skin over the head of my cock one last time and join dad in splattering my chest and ocassionally my outstretched tongue (sure as shit love the taste of my own hot load...but don't tell my buddies...jeezzz!!!). I keep one crusty white atheletic sock for mopping up the results of this effort hidden in the wedge between the bed and the wall with the open window with the cool spring breeze blowing through with it's natural air conditioning...sweet! ...and without a doubt, I'm pretty sure dad and I flop on over in our respective beds and drop into a restful slumber of the kind that only a dumping of another generous load of the white stuff can provide...! With the image of him laying there spread legged and snoring like a chainsaw on crank among the soiled bed linens of their marital bed, I fall into my own rabbit hole of dreams of sexual satisfaction. HELL! My big ol' smile advertises my contentment at being the seed of the essence of a good man...who just happens to be my dad! But this is only how our 'bonding' sort of began...and yes, good buddy, there's more to cum...ain't that right Midnight?!?...just saying! *Well, what do you good buddies think of the prose and where the story may go!?!?!? Give me a shout out at: shep0454@yahoo.com ...just saying!