Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2023 20:00:24 -0500
From: Rick <rick69nasty@gmail.com>
Subject: Sheriff Robert's Family Tree

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Sheriff Robert Cox was a tall, wide, muscular, and horny son of a bitch.
6'6", bodybuilder physique with hormonal assistance that he stuffed in a
brown uniform a size or two too small, huge cock, hog nuts, and a handsome
face with a square jaw and strong mustache--he had it all. And you can bet
that he acted like it.

Most generously described as cocky, Sheriff Rob as folks in the county
called him, was a rough and somewhat rowdy brute of a man with a
promiscuous streak through his whole life. At 35 years old, he was just as
always ready to fuck something as he had been at 18. He was best described
as sexual--he didn't care what type of hole he was using as long as he
could get ahold of one.

That kind of dominant sexual ferocity carried down into his son, Chet. Rob
had never been a saint, but Chet almost made him look like one. And not
just sexually. While Chet had double the body count Rob had had at his age
when he first moved in with his dad, he was also a little rambunctious
punk. That's what had gotten him sent to live with Rob full time; Chet's
mom had enough when he got caught skipping class to smoke some weed and
bang a cheerleader in the baseball dugouts. Getting found by the principal
hadn't stopped him from having already busted his nut and knocking the girl
up, though.

Growing up, Chet had gotten out of plenty by being Rob's son. And
truthfully, the sheriff didn't intend for it to stop. A lot of what Chet
did was shit his old man had when he was his age--which was also around
when he was born. All Rob wanted was for Chet to learn how to toe the line
better. Keep his shit tidy enough to avoid the law without having to stop
letting his freak flag fly. There was a reason Rob wore his uniform so
tight with no underwear, and why he kept his pot smoking in his house.

Rob's perspective as sheriff had always been that if it didn't really
matter, don't fuss with it. And that was how he raised Chet his last couple
of years into adulthood. Chet's mom had gotten what she wanted when she
sent the little shit to be in his space, in a way. He was still a teen dad,
and Rob a grandpa in his early 30s, but he wasn't getting into trouble as
much anymore.

Rob taught his son how to have fun without getting tangled up in too much,
and how to have even more fun than he already was. Chet certainly wasn't
going to Rob's parties before he moved in with his dad.

It was there that Rob and Chet started fucking. Chet walked in on Rob
throatfucking a recent graduate of the high school, and the two men were
drunk and stoned enough to think sharing the bitch sounded fun. Chet had
always thought she was hot, anyways.

And they were right. It was fun, and Rob had finally met his match when it
came to sex. Every guy likes to brag, but none more than Rob--and he had a
long enough list and a perverted

streak wide enough to make it too much for some men to hear. But Chet
barely blinked when Rob choked his fucktoy for the night and blew his load
in an ass he never asked about fucking.

And while Rob hadn't expected it, the chicks loved the daddy son thing.

It probably helped that Chet was the spitting image of Rob when he was 18,
but even beefier.

Rob had gotten him started with juicing shortly after Chet moved in, and
now he had a body as a young adult that most men wouldn't achieve at their
peak. He didn't have quite the same ridiculous length as his dad--9 inches
instead of 11--but he was just as thick and just as uncut as his father.
His hefty nuts that seemed almost resistant to roidshrink from pure
starting weight matched as well.

And just like his dad, Chet had no problem getting down and dirty with
whoever. His babymomma was a blonde cheerleader, his regular fuck was a
little twink bitch who drank his piss, his best fuck ever was a MILF with G
cup tits and an ass to match, and his best friend was his right hand man in
swinger parties and cucking situations, his dad.

So, that's how Sheriff Rob and Chet started fucking. Rob was now 48, and
Chet, 32. They were both still living large, Rob as a beloved sheriff and
Chet as the pot dealing king of the county.

What neither knew at the time was that there was also Beau, 18. And pretty
soon, he'd be living with both men.

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