Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 14:45:20 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Christy Young 1

This is a work of fiction.  Any name, place or activity between men,
children or animals is purely a figment of my warped imagination.  If you
are a minor or it is illegal to read about alternate sexual activities in
your area please leave now.  No animals or humans were harmed in the making
of the story.

Christy Young

Christy Young lived five miles down FM 1263 from the grade school where his
fiance had taught.  He had a large farmhouse that was much too large for a
single man, but he spent time and money making certain that it did not look
deserted or rundown.  The property where the house sits stretches along the
two lane road for close to a half mile and over a hill and through a small
copse of pecan trees beyond a clear stream bordered by cottonwood trees and
to a flat where Christy raised hay and oats for the single horse he kept.
His was a solitary life, his fiance had died in a car wreck before they had
been able to begin fill the house with the dozen children they had dreamed
of having.  When she died he had changed from the community activist he was
when he graduated from college to a hermit that only was seen in public
while doing his job.

If he hadn't needed to earn the money necessary to pay taxes and feed
himself he would have retreated to his farm and never been seen.  The loss
had killed any ambition he had and would have caused him to lose his job if
he hadn't been well liked by his boss.  Hoping that it would only be
temporary his boss had demoted him to pipeline clearance inspector for the
southwestern region of the state.  Many days Christy did his job never
having to speak to another human., the few times he did speak to someone it
was to arrange for trash to be moved, grass mowed or have a rancher open a
gate so he could cross the land.  As long as his reports arrived at the
office every Monday morning no one bothered him, he was fastidious in
making certain that they did.

Much of what Christy Young did was accomplished by using his computer.  His
grocery shopping, arranging for a new vehicle with the pipeline co. office,
banking, paying bills, etc.  Except for the one call he made every two
weeks to his sister in Washington he never willingly used a phone or left
the house.  The acreage necessary to keep food and straw in the barn for
his horse was small enough that he could take care of it on one of his two
days off every week, Often he would be seen riding around his farm on a
tractor on the other day chopping down weeds and grass so his home remained
pleasant.  If you drove past his house just before sundown you might see
him riding the gray stallion with black mane, Christy seldom rode the horse
in the heat or chill of the day.

The only other occupant of the farm was a Spanish Mastiff that had been
given to Christy by the woman he had planned on marrying.  The man and dog
had a strained relationship.  Depending on how his day had gone, Christy
might sit for hours with his arm around the dog or banish it to the barn.
Most people that saw the dog thought he had it to guard the farm and house
while he was off doing whatever he did, but the dog would lay down at the
feet of an intruder and rolled over on his back waiting to have its belly
rubbed whenever a stranger visited the farm.

That brings us to Christy Young's problem. When he was forced to drive out
to the further reaches of his area he would be required to spend one or two
nights away.  When he was still active in the community arranging recycling
and trying to get the county to sell permits for windmill farms he had
often talked with his fiance's older brother that lived even further down
FM 1263.  Dalton and Christy had been close, Dalton was going to be the
best man at his sister's wedding and had found the dog she gave to Christy.
Found the dog, in a good way, he wasn't a stray but was the only surviving
pup of a litter one of his fellow churchgoer's bitch had.  The owner wasn't
certain the pup was a full-breed so instead of selling it she gave it to
Dalton and he gave it to his sister who then gave it to Christy with the
hope that they would both raise him.

Dalton's last name is Stevenson.  He is not Christy's nearest neighbor,
there is a small farm in between.  The owner of the farm is also the owner
of the closest bank and hardware store, Mr. Kernitt seldom spent time at
the farm, he had two different men that rented acreage to raise the hay and
corn they needed for their cattle.  Whenever Mr. Kernitt did visit the farm
their would be a loud, drunken party.  These parties disturbed the
neighbors, not because of the noise, that was almost impossible to hear.
It disturbed them because of the drunks driving down the road knocking over
fence posts and endangering the Stevenson's children.

Dalton Stevenson and his wife were in their early thirties, they had gotten
married while still in high school and had their first daughter three
months after graduating.  One year to the day later they had a second
daughter.  Then in rapid succession, less than a year apart, the Stevensons
had two sets of twin boys, another daughter and three more boys.  Dalton
and his wife were twenty-seven when she gave birth to their eleventh child
and she told him to get fixed.  Now Dalton is not stupid, but he didn't
think he was broken.  Unwilling to have sex with him without a condom, she
wouldn't use birth control, his wife banned him from their bed unless he
showed her the package.

Like a lot of men Dalton didn't enjoy screwing wrapped in latex.  So like
his father and grandfather before him Dalton turned to sheep.  If anyone
had ever asked he would have told them he didn't believe in infidelity and
since he was with a dumb animal there could never be an emotional
connection.  There were dogs and ponies on his farm for the kids, but he
never used any of them to satisfy his needs, the ewes were all he needed.

After Christy had been demoted at work he and Dalton had discussed the need
he was going to have to leave the farm for days on end.  Although he didn't
have much free time, Dalton agreed to look after the two animals whenever
Christy needed him to if he would stop by and see the children once in
awhile.  The oldest six knew that Christy was supposed to marry their aunt
and had seen him many time.  Christy didn't want to appear ungrateful for
all that Dalton did for him so he would stop at their house when ever he
had to leave for more than a day and talk for a half hour, never a minute
longer.

The Stevenson's farm was not as well maintained as the Young farm.  There
are reasons we don't need to enumerate, but the most important was that
Dalton made less money than he and his wife needed.  Between a job in the
pipeline co's garage and the sheep he was barely able to keep the kids fed
and in school clothes.  Mrs. Stevenson had too much to do with all the
children to contrbute to the household in any other way, she did try sewing
play clothes for the children but was not very good at it.  In fact she was
so bad at it that Dalton would often come home to find half his sons
running around the yard in their sisters' skirts.  None of the boys seemed
to mind after their mother showed them pictures of an uncle that had
immigrated from Scotland.  In every picture she had of that particular
uncle he was always in a kilt, the boys called their skirts kilts and
didn't worry about what anyone might say as no one ever went to the farm
except Uncle Christy.

Dalton had been behind the barn after dinner on Memorial day enjoying his
favorite ewe, despite his protestation that there couldn't be an emotional
attachment there was a physical preference, when a slate fell off the roof
and hit him in the shoulder.  The immediate consequence of getting hit was
that he fell over and the sheep in a panic trampled him.  They were not
particularly big or heavy, but being under the hooves of thirty sheep for a
ten minute stretch of mayhem causes a lot of damage.  Christy had not heard
about the accident, when he walked into the Stevenson's kitchen the
following Monday he found Dalton in casts and slings unable to feed or care
for his horse and dog.  Dalton promised Christy that the oldest set of
twins was old enough to do what he needed, Mrs. Stevenson would drive them
to the house and they could get back on their own.

Christy left for his job unsure about the care the animals would get, the
first night he called the boys and they told him all was fine.  When he
called the second night Wynn seemed to be hiding something and Albie kept
giggling.  He was at the furthest away from his farm that his area
encompassed and needed to be gone for two more days.  Part of him thought
about chucking his job and driving home but Dalton got on the phone and
assured him that the boys were doing okay, his wife had checked on the
stall and they had done a good job so far.  Christy knew that
Mrs. Stevenson had grown up around horses and dogs so she would have a
pretty good idea if there was a problem, but why she had felt the need to
check on the boys was a mystery.

In four days on the road he made four phone calls to Dalton, that was more
talking than he had done in six months.  Wynn and Albie had been happy to
have someone to talk with on the phone, something that made them feel more
grown up.  The last day Christy was to be away the boys decideed to cut the
grass in front of his house as a surprise.  They had never been allowed
much responsibility before and wanted to show their 'uncle' that they were
growing up.  It was a difficult day for the boys and for Chico, the Spanish
Mastiff.  Mrs. Stevenson had dropped the boys off late because she'd been
having a problem with the youngest child.  The mower Christy used was more
powerful than either boy alone could handle so they were forced to try
navigating the mild slope of the yard together.  Chico didn't like the
noise from the mower, a fact they didn't know before letting him loose and
there was a lot of traffic on the road that day that kept beeping at the
boys in their short skirts which upset the dog even more.

Wynn and Albie were eleven.  They were determined that their 'uncle' see
them as grown ups.  The sun scorched their exposed backs and chests, twice
they had gone into the house to get something to drink only to have Chico
poking his nose under their skirts when they came back out.  Wynn thought
it was funny that the dog put his cold nose against the pucker of his butt,
Albie couldn't believe his brother would let a dog do that to him.
Relaxing on the stoop of the old farmhouse the boys started arguing about
what Chico had done.  Wynn and Albie had both caught their father screwing
the ewes and were not so bothered by the idea of being in touch with an
animal as Albie was about having an animal trying to get in touch with his
twin.  Like most twins they had explored each other's bodies and had even
tried doing what they had seen their father doing to the sheep, the sheep,
dogs or ponies at their farm had not displayed any initiative in having sex
with the boys so they didn't understand what Chico was doing.


By mid-afternoon the boys were tired of the work, thirsty and ready to
play.  Sitting on the stoop of the farmhouse they decided that they
wouldn't do the trimming required until the following day if Christy didn't
mind them coming back.  They wanted to see what Chico had on his mind and
were going to take him back to the barn as soon as they were finished using
the Gravely.  With the afternoon planned they started to go back to work.
Albie went to start the mower and Wynn picked up their cans, as he bent
over to pick up Albie's empty Chico stuck his thick wet tongue between the
twin's cheeks and wet his tight light bud.  Wynn was startled, but it felt
so good have a wet tongue massaging his butt that he threw the skirt over
his back and gave Chico a clear and unobstructed shot at licking him.  If
his brother hadn't agreed to letting Chico explore their asses with his
tongue after they finished the yard Wynn would have dropped to his knees
and let the big dog really work his tongue into him.

After four days of being away from home and having to call the twins and
their father every day Christy was disgusted and less than sure all was
okay at his farm.  He had spoke with the twins' mother twice, she knew what
needed to be done or at least how things should look and had told Christy
that the boys were being conscientious about their responsibilities.  Still
the hermit wasn't crazy about his dog and horse having to spend time with
anyone else.  On the fifth morning he choose to alter the path he would
travel, heading towards the farm while exploring some of the lesser known
side lines of the pipeline.  His intention had not been honorable, although
he was planning on giving his employer exactly what they paid him to do.
But there was a great consequence to him changing directions, he saved a
homeowner from a disaster as he arrived on the man's ranch just as the man
was having a water drilling rig set up in the center of the pipeline.  If
it had hit the pipe there would have been an explosion or a leak that would
have left a dozen small towns without gas for weeks.

Relieved to have saved a life and a disaster Christy headed home early.
The boys weren't expecting him until late, but he hoped to get home before
the sun set.  He sped when he could and stopped only to relieve himself.
By four O'clock he was pulling on to FM 1263 and sinking into the persona
that lived a solitary life on a neatly manicured and maintained farm.

Wynn and Albie had gotten more excited as the afternoon stretched on, the
traffic hadn't slowed down and Chico was still running and barking.  Used
to the quiet of farm life, disturbed mostly by the sounds of an occassional
car, a tractor in the fields or the baaing of sheep the boys were glad to
be finishing.  They wheeled the gravely into the barn and agreed that they
would like nothing better than to rinse off under the improvised showed
Christy had rigged up behind the barn.  The shower was more of a stream of
cool water that flowed softly, it would rinse off dust and the worst of the
dirt but not really get them clean.  The best thing about the shower was
that it would cool them off.

They had raced through the barn throwing their skirts wherever they landed.
Chico had thought they were playing with him and ran and chased alongside.
While Wynn reached down to turn the handle that controlled the stream of
water Albie jumped under it first.  As hot as he was Wynn tried to get more
water coming out of the pipe by turning the handle as far as he could, bent
over to work on the handle he didn't know that he was presenting himself to
Chico and Chico really didn't understand it either since he'd never screwed
a dog or human before.  What the dog did know was that he was seeing the
target that his tongue had been seeking earlier.  Looking at Chico you'd
think he would be a bit slow, but the droopy jowls and pendolous lips belie
a body that is as muscular as there is in the dog world.

Add to his speed and strength the fact that Chico was larger than either of
the twins and you can see how he easily toppled Wynn from the position he
was in.  When Wynn hit the mud that had formed around Albie's feet his
brother looked at him and laughed at his predicament.  At that point
neither boy knew what was about to happen, although Albie could see the red
bone of Chico's cock starting to creep out of his sheath.  He tried telling
Wynn to look at what was happening to Chico, his brother didn't seem to
understand that what he saw between his legs was soon going to be a lot
closer and larger. Wynn was in a good position for the dog, he could lap
and lick at the hole in front of him as much as he wanted and he seemed to
want it a lot.

Wynn was being slid around in the mud, the big dog could easily move him
with his head.  Albie was enjoying the show and his dick had gone to full
attention.  For abot fifteen seconds Chico stopped licking Wynn and let his
tongue and big drooling lips wet down Albie's dick.  He thought the dog was
going to bite him, but he never lost his erection and actually enjoyed the
new sensation.  Chico didn't return to licking Wynn's hole after the taste
of Albie, instead he did as you would expect and grabbed him around the
waist and mounted him.  Wynn start screaming to his brother to get the dog
off of him, that it was cutting up his ass with an icepick.  Albie was
unable to decide what to do, he knew the only way he would be able to get
the dog off his brother would be to take a two by four to his back and
there was always the chance he would hit Wynn instead.  As he listened to
Wynn screaming Chico was still pushing him around in the mud. A few time
they had run into Albie, but he was not ready when Chico pushed his brother
face first into his groin.  Between Wynn's scream, Albie erection and the
dog's humping everything went quiet in a second. Wynn knew exactly what to
do with the dick in his mouth and Albie loved it.  With Wynn leaning
against his brother's legs Chico had a firmer butt to screw and everyone
was happy.


Neither Wynn nor Albie heard Christy walking through the barn.  He had
parked at the end of the driveway to help stretch out his legs which were
tired from sitting all day.  All the noise in the back of the barn had
attracted him, he hadn't consciously tried staying quiet.  Walking over the
saw dust that he'd spread to soak up any stray oil he was able to exit the
barn just as Wynn took his brother in his mouth and automatically started
sucking.  Seeing the twins and Chico, Christy stopped while still in the
shade.  It was only the second time to his recollection that he had an
erection other than morning piss hardons since his fiance died.

None of what Christy saw in front of him that afternoon had ever crossed
his consciousness as sexy.  He had never tried bestiality, couldn't imagine
doing little boys, didn't have a brother to commit incest with and had
never been an exhibitionist.  In the eight years he'd been out of high
school and the four out of college he had only had two blowjobs and they
had both been given by the woman he planned to marry though she complained
he had too much dick for her mouth.  It was sensory overload, a minute and
a half after he dropped his pants, saw Albie wink and wave at him he was
lost.  His balls were roiling, his pros-trate spasming, his asshole
clenching, his knees turned to jello and his head felt as if it had swollen
four hat sizes.  With a minimum number of strokes he shot the largest load
of cum he could remember.  Though he had stopped well back from the show,
Chico had pushed Wynn and Albie within ten feet of him and his load landed
on the kneeling boy's back.  Seeing the cum spurting his way Albie who was
still not able to cum orgasmed, the violence of his spasming caught Wynn in
mid-stroke and he too started to violently spasm.  Coincidently, Chico had
licked at the hot cum on Wynn's back and although unable to tie with the
boy between his legs spewed more than half a load of dog cum in his ass.

Christy wasn't actually ashamed of what had happened, but he didn't know
what to say to the twins.  Feeling foolish standing ten feet away he
stepped out of his pants pulled off his shirt and shoes and stepped into
the cool stream of water.  He reached down and picked up Wynn, holding the
boy to his chest he moved to Albie and engulfed both boys in a hug,
deciding that a hug would speak louder than any words he might utter.

The four males stood under the softly falling water for an indeterminate
amount of time.  Wynn broke the ice and gushed about how amazing it felt to
have the dog's dick buried in his tight hole.  Not to be outdone, Albie
raved about how it felt to have his brother sucking his dick.  Wynn looked
at Albie like he was being betrayed until he saw that Christy wasn't
judging them.  For the next half hour the twins spilled everything they had
done that afternoon and the fact that they had seen their father screwing
some of their ewes.  Spending time with the twins did Christy more good
than anything that had happened to him since he had been left alone.  The
three naked males were standing outside of the stallion's stall talking
about what Wynn and Albie hoped they would be allowed to do with Chico when
Wynn bent over and took the head of older man's dick in his mouth.

Although it was completely new to Christy he allowed the boy to give him
head until he felt the cum boiling in his balls again.  Lifting Wynn's
mouth away he asked Albie if he didn't want to follow his brother's lead.
For the next ten minutes the boys were silent as they went about exploring
their 'uncle's' dick and balls, not only trying to push more of it into
their mouths, but licking up one side and then the other.  When the time
came that he couldn't hold back any longer he tried positioning both of
their mouths where they would have the opportunity to catch some of his
cum.  They both got some, but Chico pushed his way in between the boys and
got more than either of them.  Breaking every expectation the boys had,
Christy invited them to stay for the evening; after calling the Stevenson's
he ordered a pizza since it was the only place that delivered as far out as
he lived and being gone for four days there was no food thawed for dinner
and little left to drink.