Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2013 13:10:21 -0700 (PDT) From: SHEP Subject: SON OF WILSON: THE TEAM IS PLAYING GRAB-ASS IN THE SHOWER...just saying! ***AAAAAAAAH!!! THERE YOU ARE, GOOD READER! I WAS HOPING YOU'D FIND YOUR WAY BACK TO OUR STORY HERE! THIS CHAPTER IS FOR ALL OF US GUYS WHO REMEMBER TAKING 'ANIMAL HUSBANDRY' CLASSES IN HIGH SCHOOL...AND HOW IT INSPIRED US! AAAAAAAAH!!! THE MEMORIES...just saying! ***SON OF WILSON: THE TEAM IS PLAYING GRAB-ASS IN THE SHOWER...just saying! IT SEEMS THAT THE ELDEST BRADSHAW BROTHER HAS FINALLY FOUND THE JOY OF FINDING A COUPLE OF ENTHUSIASTIC COCKSUCKERS WHO CAN HANDLE THE ABOVE AVERAGE LENGTH AND THICKNESS OF HIS RIGID PUSSY POKER. OF COURSE THIS HAPPENED AFTER FINDING ONE OF THE LOCAL NEIGHBOR BOYS BEING BRED BY A LOCAL FARM DOG...DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!! THE OTHER DUDE WHO JUST ARRIVED IS A LITTLE AGGRESSIVE, TO SAY THE LEAST...SENDING THE CARD CARRYING MEMBER OF THE LOYAL FRATERNITY OF PO' WHITE TRASH SPRAWLING ON HIS ASS LIKE THAT!! WAIT TIL HE GETS HIS BEARINGS AND SITS UP ENOUGH TO SEE WHO JUST TOOK OVER MASSAGING HIS COCK WITH A SET OF EDUCATED TONSILS.....just saying! So Drake finally got his elbows positioned underneath so that he could prop himself up well enough to see that the seventeen year old Jake was head first into the moss on the ground with the big black lab starting to make tugging movements in order to dislodge the shrinking knot from the boy's ass. The question of the moment was who the heck was bouncing up and down his nine plus inch bull cock like it was a ATM card being inserted into the slot one of those bank machines to get cash when the account holder knew that there wasn't any funds in the account. But this dude could take all Drake had to give all the way to his ball sack...and he wasn't too sure that this dicksucker couldn't have pulled even that inside his mouth. No one had ever been able to do much more than lick at the head or if their eyes were bigger than their mouth and they'd try to insert it, they'd always ended up scraping the skin off the shaft of his dick with their teeth. Here, the eldest of the three bastard sons of the county whore with the drive thru cunt, had finally found two talented faggots who weren't bad at giving satisfying head at all...who the fuck needs to win the damn lottery!!! Then he got a good look at the man with the pattern baldness and nearly swallowed his chaw of tobacco when he realized who was blowing his fleshy stove pipe: Well, I'll be a mutterfucker!!!! It's that old dude Veck!!! Shit!! Who would have thunk!!!! No wonder his son is such a perv...the apple don't fall far from the tree at all, now do it!?!?!?! Apparently this wasn't the geezer's first rodeo either. Drake thought that this was the work of a pro...and here he was at twenty-two finally understanding for himself what all the hoopla was about when his buddies joked about getting head from the little woman when they went home at night! Most of them told him that after their wive's pussies had birthed a few tax deductions, that a fence post wouldn't fill the void between those smelly floppy cunt lips. Drake was beginning to tell a difference in that hole that belonged to the slut he'd married a few years ago...especially after she had his son....and forget about her sucking his dick. She laughed at him the first time he asked for it...so screw the bitch! She'd been out the gawd damned door if it hadn't of been for the little guy needing a momma right now...so he left it alone...and took each day as it came! About the time that Veck started gulping down a good half pint of spunk from Drake's fire hose, Midnight's knot had finally decreased in size enough to make an audible 'fart' as the lab pulled free from the kid's cum dump. Jake produced a soft 'OOOOOOOOOOOH' and fell back into silence as if he was sleeping with his eyes open...weird as shit kinda thing! As Veck brought his tongue from Bradshaw's balls right up the underside of his softening cock to where it dug into the piss slit for the last of the creamy goodness, he raised up and stared the older boy in the eyes dead square on and issued a command that wasn't open for negotiation or debate: 'HEAR THIS BRADSHAW!! ALL OF THIS HERE THAT YOU'VE SEEN OR THINK YOU'VE SEEN OR HAPPENED OR THOUGHT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED DIDN'T OCCUR OUTSIDE OF THE THREE OF US HERE!!! YOU GOT IT BOY!!!?!?!?!!...WELL, GOOD!! GIT YOUR SONOFABITHCHIN' ASS BACK FROM WHERE YOU CAME FROM UNTIL WHAT TIME I NEED ANOTHER FEEDING!! NOW MOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'.... Drake figured that the fuckin' car could get fixed tomorrow...or even the next day...oh, hell! next year will even work! He half crawled and stumbled to where he had discarded his cut offs and picked them up and kept moving on through the fields knowing that later was better than sooner to cover up his ass before hitting home...and so it was! Veck reached down and grabbed his son's going to Sunday meeting chinos with one dinner plate hand and the back of the boy's white dress shirt that was still attached to his slender back with the other and brought them both to a standing position under the pines. The black lab had already paid homage to the boy's shitter by cleaning it out as best he could, then ambled over to an out of the way grassy spot in the shade under one of those pine trees and licked off any remaining ass juices from his sheath and promptly did what all good males do after a hearty fuck; fell into a deep coma to recoup! 'FOLLOW ME BOY!!!'...was all the direction that Veck provided Jake as he moved off towards the barn that set down the hill from their farmhouse where Edna was probably working on cooking supper...but that shit would have to wait! He had some 'bonding' to do with his boy that was long over do! Jake had recovered enough to finally realize that he was on his feet and that from out of somewhere his dad had appeared and was carrying his pants...and demanding that he follow him back towards the farm. Slowly it became obvious that Midnight must have finished his breeding and at this time, he couldn't be sure if Drake Bradshaw had been his first attempt at dick sucking or just a figment of an over-sexed imagination...whatever!!! All he knew at that moment was that he was losing a fierce battle with clenching ass sphincter in keeping the dog sperm from running down his legs...'whatever' seemed to fit here also! Over the pastures and down out of site of the farmhouse the two hiked...not speaking at all. But the two hadn't really been all that conversational in their father and son relationship anyway...! They both enjoyed each other's company well enough...even before Veck began using the boy for a protein supplement two or three times a day. Both of them got up early before sunrise and moved about the responsibilities of the livestock and what was necessary to bring in the crops...especially the tobacco allotment since it was the major cash crop annually. Then Jake would head to school and then to an afternoon shift at the Wal-Mart over in Pikeville and then home to finish up with whatever chores needed attention before feeding the old man another creamy load and then hitting the sack! Not a bad life at all...just saying! Veck got to the barn first and motioned the boy through the door nearest the stable area. The old man followed him in and walked over to where the yearling was housed and unlatched the gate for the horse's stall. The two entered and stood facing each other on either side of the young stag where Veck tossed his son's pants into the straw in one corner which reminded both that Jake was buck ass nekked...oh, well! 'THAT WAS THE SECOND DAMN TIME I CAUGHT YOU BEING BRED BY THAT GAWD DAMNED MUTT!!! SHIT, BOY!!! I THOUGHT IF I'D KEEP YOU DRAINED THAT MAYBE YOU'D NOT NEED TO BE A BITCH FOR THAT THERE DOG! '.... 'I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE, VECK...JUST HAPPENED THOSE TWO TIMES ALL...I'LL...' ...and before the boy could offer any other weak excuse or empty promise, the old man bent under the little stud horse and pulled the pony's prick over to his mouth and sucked on the hardening shaft. Jake had to bow down in order to figure out where or what his father was up to and when he did, he actually found himself faltering backward from his stance in seeing his dad suck the young horse. Yooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaay toooooo much to handle with this little bit of family sharing!!!!! But the teen got his balance and kept his stooped position and gawked at what was going on! Hooooooly Fuuuuuuuuuckin' Daaaaaaaaaamn!!!...just saying! When the young stallion's prick had reached what looked like a good twenty inches or more and once released from the man's throat swayed back and forth and started jerking trying to find a available hole to scratch its itch! Veck looked over at Jake under the horse's young belly and told his son: 'GET UP UNDER HERE, BOY...NOW!!!' Jake stood frozen.........................not so much in fear but in disbelief! 'NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' ...and so he did. With the pony's chest resting on the young boy's back and the animal and teen's heads nuzzled together while the youngster's hands gripped the stable's boarded wall directly in front of where he stood bent over underneath this four legged beast, Veck grasped the horse cock and aligned it with his son's fully loaded and drooling with human and doggie lube shit hole and allowed the animal's instinct to follow nature's course. Since Edna had the TV blaring the Christian channel's 'THE GAITHER'S GOSPEL GATHERING' show and humming along with one of her favorite old standards: 'ROCK OF AGES', she missed the scream that ripped through the pasture that separated the barn from the house...just as well! Unbeknownst to him, Jake had become the heir to his grandfather's proclivity...! Every family has a little something-something that tends to be generational and get passed down the DNA and it seemed like Veck's son was going to keep this tradition up and cumming! The teenager locked into place every limb a firm grip as to where he had holding onto the slat boarded stall and where he was bent kneed under the front end of that young stallion in order that he could take most of that twenty inch prick inside the well traveled colon. Thank goodness it had been broken in ruggedly over the past few years by some well endowed humans and the occasional man's best friend, but this was huge...certainly something that might deserve a note to Larry Flynt for the letter section in the next issue of 'Hustler'...sure, why not! Here's what was so interesting to Jake as the horse bucked up inside his shit shoot the four or five times that it took the beast to get it's nut: 'I didn't phase out into Never-Never Land this time'!' He had remained front and center for the first time while being power fucked...and that was probably why his scream after being initially penetrated fell off into silence after those few seconds...the intensity of the sensation of being that full of cock and cum was just too awesome! After Veck had helped the stud find its port of entry, he dropped to his knees and aimed his mouth for his son's thick hooded cock and swallowed what he could from this angle and waited for the boy to gush out yet another load down his old man's throat...! Veck didn't have long to wait! As soon as O' Paint finished filling that tight hole with his horsey cum, his cum factory flopped out of the boy's stretched pucker and he backed away from the boy. In much the same way as if someone had shook a 2 liter of Mountain Dew and unscrewed the cap and turned the plastic bottle upside down and the fizz and liquid sort of explodes from the narrow opening, so was the flushing of all those various loads of spunk from Jake's asshole! 'GUSH' is the word that cums to mind...just saying! Edna couldn't figure out why neither of them did much more than stare across the table at nothing much at all during supper that night...even though those two never ever really had much to say in the way of casual conversating anyway. So she rattled on and on about this and that and wouldn't so and so whatever kind of nonsense...as the two men in her life mechanically ate their beef steaks and baked potatoes without seeming to give a shit what they were putting in their mouths...so strange, but she knew that when she married into this family! Oh, well...it is what it is! Maybe they'll like the egg custard pie........................ SHEP ***RIGHT OUT OF THE FABRIC OF WHAT MADE AMERICA GREAT IS THE SUBSTANCE OF FAMILY STORIES SUCH AS THIS ONE...DON'T YOU THINK, GOOD READER!?!?!? DAMN, IF I CAN REMEMBER WHAT O' JAKES' YOUNGER COUSIN WILLIE WAS UP TO SINCE ALL OF THIS UNFOLDED...! MAYBE WE'LL FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...MAYBE! HERE AGAIN, THE GOOD FOLK HERE AT NIFTY HAVE ASKED ME TO REMIND YOU ABOUT HOW THIS SITE DOESN'T RUN OFF CUM DONATIONS LIKE ONE OF THOSE SPERM BANKS, BUT NEEDS A LITTLE MOOLA TO KEEP THE HOMO FIRES A BURNING HERE AT THE WEB SITE...just saying!