Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 18:10:58 -0700 (PDT) From: SHEP Subject: SON OF WILSON: SECOND BASE SON OF WILSON: SECOND BASE With Dad's work schedule being dependent on when people needed him, and me not being old enough to drive...well, at least not the roll-back or the wrecker; me and Edith never really knew when he'd be popping in and out of the house! When school was out, me and ol' Midnight, my black lab, would hang out in the garage, piddling with an oil change or checking on parts or throwing in a wash job for the ones that tipped dad regularly. The dirtier I got while out there crawling under a F-150 or soaping up my civic's teacher's Civic, it didn't matter to me. Grease, oil or just plain old grime was alright by me! To keep the step-mom off my back about doing my laundry, I'd usually work out there in a pair of old cut-offs...and little else! Which made it real convenient for quick pud poundings since most of the junk was already falling out of one leg or the other. I'd sit in dad's old scrubby worn out over stuffed leather desk chair...the kind on casters...where I can throw my legs up on top of the desk and let rip with one greasy fist tugging at the sperm factories and the other gripping the solid seven until a proud load of teen boy spunk flies out of the piss slit and lands any damn place it can find. A few times, a few globs will find their way over to Midnight who is always ready for a snack! He evidently likes the taste as much as I do...remember that we have that agreement that you won't let my buddies know that I like to slurp up some of the goo every once in a while myself...salty and thick and creamy like the center of a creamed filled donut...but not as sweet! Good old Midnight will jump up on the side of the chair while I'm trying to catch my breath and lick the head of my dick trying to get more of what he thinks is his special doggy treat! I use to shew him away until one day when it just felt too damn good and I figured: 'WHAT THE HECK!?!?! IF HE'S HUNGRY, LET HIM EAT!!!' His tongue finds all the drippy mess sliding down my thighs and onto the ball sack and up on my abs...HELL! he'll even dig down into the thick furry bush of dark pubs lapping up the last few drops! If this is what a fuckin' blow job feels like, sign me up!! And a couple of times, he's got the damn 'seven' hardening up for another round...a boy's got to get his jollies where he can, don't he!?!! I'm pretty sure that the step-mom, Edith, has prowled around and caught me wanking, peeking through the garage windows from an unobservable perch...whatever!! Don't really know why, but if she'd forget her good sense, whatever of that she might still have left, and hike her skirt and crawl on top of my equipment, I'd probably push her off. She, or even the idea of her nasty pussy, don't hold no interest to me...sort of like that English lit in school...WHO CARES!!! I know the old man has wandered by those windows from time to time also! It's just too obvious that he knows when he walks in before I can get the fly to the cut-offs buttoned and although he never mentions it, the knowing smirk and an apparent lump in his coveralls tells me everything that I suspect about his spying! So what, it's a guy thing...and he's never betrayed this little secret outside of that smile...just saying! Besides, he and Edith aren't the only snoops in the family! About six weeks ago, I came home from school early, I ride my bike the mile and a half in good weather, otherwise, my cousin Jake, whose a senior at my high school, will stop and pick me up in his restored '71 Monte Carlo...sweet ride...! At any rate, I rode up the drive way and was going to surprise the boss that I'd be able to help him with the Johnson's transmission. As usual, the radio was blaring dad's beloved '80's rock, so he didn't hear me drop the bike under the oak tree outside the main garage door. But lo' and behold what I did see...! Jake's Monte was jacked up with the right front Michelin laying on the floor. Nothing odd about that! Jake got out of school early for his job at Wal-Mart most days any way, a work program that the school system allowed qualified Juniors and Seniors to participate in. Big Deal...just saying! With even the 'StarLite Vocal Band' yodeling about 'AFTERNOON DELIGHTS', I could still make out the unmistakable groans of my cousin who was bent over face down on that old steel desk and somehow found my old man's cock to be a fairly tight fit for his poop shoot...!!! There was that high pitched 'GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' that is a mixture of pleasure and pain that I'd heard coming from the marital bedroom a few hundred times! Faintly, underneath the groans and the woofers, there was the distinct sound of flesh slapping hard teen butt...and there was dad in a half crouch with his broad back hunched over Jake's vibrating torso while slamming the boy's ass like a V-8's piston in a tight cylinder...spark plugs were firing left and right...according to those bitch wailings of my poor old cousin! I instinctively backed out of the garage door and stood just outside at an angle to the action. GAWD!!! My dick was hard...and leaking through the 501s like a busted oil pan on a Fairlane. Who fuckin' cares...I sure as HELL didn't! Then with no more than the old man's usual low gutteral growl that announces his dropping a good half pint...in my mind's imagination, it had to be at least that much...of mechanic jism so far up Jake's colon that it would take a search party to find the location of the furtherest radius of spray...no doubt!! My cousin and my father just laid there on top of that grimy desk and panted like I've seen Midnight do when we go chasing rabbits over at my uncle's farm, Jake's dad's place! Not a whole lot of movement going on there except every once in moment or two, dad would grind his hips deep into Jake's nether region which would produce something of a yelp out of Jake that came from some place just as deep as where dad's sperm pooled up! As much as I wanted to see the old man's cock, even at half mast, one thing was for sure, I didn't want him to see me seeing his cock in any way, shape or form...nope!...nahdah...no way...no how...today wasn't the day for such of a discovery by him or me! So, I backed up a bit farther, nearly stumbling over the oak trees above ground root, and caught myself and high-tailed it back to the house and into the shower to take matters into hand and do a little hard problem solving...just saying! It was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes at the most, and I heard the screen door slam and the old man's heavy work boots clomping down the hallway to the bathroom...and guess who'd forgot to close, let alone lock, the damn door....can you say: 'SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT'!?!?!?!?! SHEP ***Don't forget to give me a shout if this puts some starch in your laundry...just saying! Oh! And the management here wants me to remind you that donations are needed to keep this a free site...think of it as the NPR & PBS of porn sites...again, just saying! SHEP