Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 14:45:20 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Christy Young 2

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 2

Although it was completely new to Christy he allowed the boy to suck him
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.  When the time came that he couldn't hold
back any longer he tried positioning both of their mouths where they would
have the chance to catch some of his cum.  They both got some, but Chico
pushed his way in between 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.

About two hours later Christy took the boys home and spoke with their
parents about picking them up to finish the yard work they had started that
afternoon.  Both Mr. And Mrs. Stevenson were happy to hear that the boys
had taken the initiative to do some work and were more than willing to
allow Christy to pick them up the following day.  Wynn and Albie crawled
into bed exhausted but excited about the prospect of more sex with Chico
and Christy, although they felt that Christy was a little too old for them.
The next morning the boys did the chores their father asked of them and
were waiting at the end of the driveway when Christy drove up.

Wynn and Albie had worn the same wrap around their waist as the previous
day and sitting on the front seat with Christy were trying to get them to
slide down their legs.  "Guys, you have work to do before we can play.  I
want my yard looking as good as it ever has."  At just that moment two cars
pulled out of the banker's lane and when Christy tried to swerve to miss
them he drove into a ditch alongside the road.  The twins were thrown into
the dashboard of the truck and broke their left arms.  Christy couldn't
believe that the two cars that had caused him to land in the ditch didn't
even stop to help.  After a few minutes of getting the boys' skirt pulled
back up and fastening them into seatbelts Christy drove to Doctor Jaeger's
office.

It was too early on a Saturday morning for the doctor to be in, so Christy
walked across the street to a donut shop, bought some coffee and donuts and
called the doctor at home.  He and the twins sat in the truck talking about
the rudeness of the other two drivers and how they were not going to be
able to finish the yard work.  Dr. Jaeger had a well equiped little clinic,
it had an x-ray machine and various other pieces of equipment that let the
doctor tend to his patients without sending them to a larger nearby city.
While the boys were getting their arms x-rayed Christy called their parents
and explained what had happened and told them where they were and that he
would call back when he knew how seriously hurt they were.

Dr. Jaeger might have let him in the exam rooms with the boys, but Christy
wasn't going to push the 'uncle' bit.  He sat in the waiting room and
thought about how he had woke up that morning feeling different than he had
in years.  After showering and sitting down to drink his first cup of
coffee Chico reminded him of the fun the dog had enjoyed the day before.
His dog didn't try mounting him, Chico knew who was master of the house.
He pushed his way between Chris-ty's naked legs and gredily bathed his cock
and balls in dog saliva.  The man was glad to know that the experience with
the twins was not a one time affair and that Chico would also be including
him in their play.

Remembering the time he spent with Chico that morning made Christy wander
if he were regressing to habits he had thought to give up in high school.
No, he hadn't been having sex with his dog, in fact he didn't own a dog or
horse.  He had done what many of us wish we could do, everyday during his
sophomore and junior year in high school the first thing he would do when
he got home from school was jack his cock up to its full length and
grabbing the seat of whatever chair he sat on would see how much of his
dick he could get in his mouth before he would shoot.  Now years later as
his dog licked his balls and asshole Christy had bent over as far as he
could and first licked and then sucked the sensitive head of his cock past
his teeth and drank every drop of cum that spurted onto his tongue.

In high school Christy hadn't thought anything about sucking himself,
figuring that everybody that could, would.  Seven years later he wondered
if having sucked himself and drank so much of his own cum wasn't a preview
telling him that he was homosexual.  Sitting in the doctor's office with an
erection straining his jeans he wasn't able to say the word gay, pedophile
or any of the other pejorative words that described the things he had done
in the past twenty-four hours.  One thing he did tell himself was that when
the twins were ready he was going to really open their asses for them.

The idea of taking two boys back home with casts running from their wrists
past their elbows was intimidating.  Christy had Dr. Jaeger speak to Dalton
and his wife, assure them that the boys would be fine and tell them that
the bill would be sent to Christy.  When Christy got on the phone
Mrs. Stevenson was crying.  Christy understood that two more injured people
in a house that crowded would be overwhelming.  Where the idea came from he
couldn't say, but hearing her cry he promised to bring the twins by the
house so she could see them and then take them to his place for the first
day or two of recuperation.  Both Wynn and Albie thought it was great that
they would get a vacation from their family, secretly they were hoping that
they would be able to explore their desire to be with Christy, each other
and Chico more fully.

Dalton was in a wheelchair sitting on the porch when Christy arrivbed with
Wynn and Albie.  While they went in to see their mother and get whatever
supplies they thought they might need the friends sat talking.  Christy
explained how the accident happened and that he expected the insurance
investigators to be by the house in a few more hours.  His insurance man
had told him that after the last problem the banker's friends had caused on
the Farm Road that there would probably three Texas Rangers with the
insurance people so he should be prepared for a full afternoon of
questions.  Dalton tried talking Christy out of taking on the
responsibility for his twins although he did concede that his wife was
stretched as far as she could be stretched caring for him and the four
children under five.

Whatever pain killers the doctor had given the boys when setting their arms
had worn off and when they came back out the door they were trying not to
show they were in pain.  Their parents told them all the standard things
about behaving themselves and trying not to get into too much trouble.
They were in the truck headed to Christy's before either boy asked if the
doctor had said anything to him about them being in pain and what they were
to do.  "Take a dose of cum and call him in the morning."

Even in pain the boys thought that Christy was pushing his luck.  At the
house he gave them a pill the doctor had said would probably knock them out
for a few hours the first time they took one.  He made them comfortable in
his bed and with them nodding off decided to try trimming the yard until
the insurance people and Texas Rangers showed up.  With unknow visitors
coming he tied Chico in the barn and let the dappled gray stallion out into
a nicely whitewashed corral.  He had bought the stallion the same year he
became engaged, his fiance had seen a sign saying their neighbor had a
horse for sale.  When they went to check out what type of horse he was
selling it turned out the sign was inaccurate, there were six horses for
sale or trade.  The neighbor was an old-fashioned horse trader that had
started with just a pony and twenty bucks but now had a herd of horses and
seventy acres.  He was building a barn the morning they showed up so there
wasn't much of an opportunity to talk.

Christy had fallen in love with the big grey stallion and after having a
vet check to be sure he was healthy had paid more for him than he had ever
planned on spending on an animal.  Three years later he was still pleased
that he had splurged, he could ride Wizard for hours without tiring the big
horse.  The company he gave the man who needed love after his wife to be
died was less effusive than Chico's but it was always waiting for him.
Christy stood marvelling at the horse, the dog and the twins laying
upstairs in his room when as horses will do, Wizard let his cock out of the
sheath and pissed.  The man had often seen him do that before, but a day
after watching his dog have sex with a child that dick made him think about
having sex not about waste.

Was he going crazy?  What had those two boys done to him?  He knew it
wasn't really their fault, but he needed to blame someone for the thoughts
going through his head.  For the next two hours he worked as hard as
possible, trying to not allow any thoughts about sex, boys or animals creep
into his head.  He had finished leveling a hedgerow that half hid his
garage when he heard Chico barking like a fool.  Looking around he saw that
two troopers were walking up the driveway and that another car was parking
beside theirs.  Whatever plan he had to cool off before they arrived was
gone, he found his shirt and wiped the sweat out of his eyes and dried his
short hair while waiting for his visitors to make their way to within a few
yards.

Wiping off his hand on his shirt he extended it to shake with the troopers.
Both of them were taller than Christy, unusual as he was nearly six feet
six inches tall.  The first to introduce himself was fifty or sixty pounds
overweight and gruffer than Christy would have expected from Texas's elite,
his name was Lieutenant Archer.  The second man was younger than the
lieutenant, Christy guessed he was approxiamately his age, built like he
lifted heavy weights and wore K-9 insignia on his shirt collar.  He
introduced himself as Detective Fred Gonzalez, Christy tried every trick he
had ever heard to memorize the name, he wanted to say it over and over as
he looked into the vibrant green eyes of the man.  There had only been one
man that had ever attracted him that way before and he blushed as he
thought back to his college days and the lengths he went to trying to get
his RA to notice him.

"As soon as the insurance people get here we can go inside.  I turned the
airconditioning on since the boys that were with me are sleeping off a pain
reliever."  Christy wanted to say much more and yet he wanted to say a lot
less, everything he wanted to say was being said by his dick which had
snaked down his leg and sneaked out beyond the hem of his shorts. He
couldn't believe what was happening to him, but in a way he was happy to be
coming alive again.

"Chico, sit."

Christy had decided on feeling air hitting the tip of his dick that he
better step in front of the troopers so they couldn't see what he was
exposing or they might arrest him on the spot.  He wasn't certain what the
law was about lewd exposure, private nudity, etc., and didn't want to learn
from inside a prison.  In the house he suggested the troopers sit at the
kitchen table and excused himself to run some cold water over a cloth,
wiped the sweat off his chest and pulled on a pair of levi's that he knew
would show off his cock but not expose it.  He had just reentered the
kitchen when he heard Chico barking at the men walking across the newly
mown grass.

The mastiff had been well trained and after one command sat quietly.
Inside the house Christy was asked to tell his version of what happened
then was lambasted with a barrage of questions that made him think of all
the bad television he'd seen with abusive lawyers cross-examining the lying
witness.  If he hadn't needed the insurance company to pay for the doctor's
bill and to fix his truck he might have given up and told everyone to get
out.  The conference around the kitchen table went on for about four hours.
It seemed to be winding down when Christy heard Wynn and Albie coming down
the back stairs.

It was the first time that he was ashamed of his friend's twins.  The four
men in his kitchen were going to see two young boys dressed in girls'
skirts and wonder what he was doing to them.  When Christy introduced them
and told who their parents were the older trooper displayed the only sign
he'd given of being human.  "How is that son of a sheep fucker?"  To the
boys' horror the older trooper explained how he and an earlier partner had
arrested the boys' grandfather a dozen times for trepassing on some of the
neighboring ranches and screwing their ewes.  The trooper laughed as he
told a story about catching their grandfather and his father in a
neighbor's sheep pen trying to catch one particular ewe that the older man
wanted because he thought it had the tightest pussy.  The twins stood
listening to the stories too mortified to move and too entranced to want
to.

"You boys going to take after your granfather?"  Christy couldn't believe
how extremely rude the trooper was being to two kids that had been
traumatized by an accident to their father and now themselves.  He was
trying to decide what to say to him when Wynn smarted off, "No officer, we
like dogs."

There is nothing like the truth to shut up a bully.  Who would believe the
kid? Certainly not the insurance men.  "We would like to interview them
separately.  Is there another room we can use?"  The investigator was
trying to be overly polite to balance out the coarseness he had just
experienced.  Christy showed them both to rooms where they would be
comfortable; before they could start, the troopers decided they better sit
in on the interrogation so they wouldn't need to answer their questions
again.

Christy watched officer Gonzalez walk into the room where he had led Albie,
his dick throbbed to be released.  He knew that what he wanted from the man
was just one chance to stick his dick between those perfect globes of
muscle.  That he could be thinking that way left him confused and he sat at
the table with his head in his hands wondering what he would think of next.
The boys and their questioners were back in the kitchen in less than a half
hour, the insurance men said goodbye and the older trooper started
explaining what would happen next.  Christy was too tired to pay much
attention to his words, but when the men started off across the yard his
eyes couldn't be torn from Detective Gonzalez's ass.  He was startled when
the young trooper turned around and came back to the porch.

"This is the phone number to call if you think of any thing that happened
that you didn't tell us.  I am usually out with my dog partner, but on
Saturdays he gets the day off."  The detective's eyes glanced down at
Chico.  "He might be a cousin of that guy, they are about the same size.
Demon is just a smidgeon darker and he might be a little bigger."  Until
Christy looked down and saw that Chico was licking his fully extended cock
he didn't know what would be funny about Demon being a 'little bigger'.
Staring intently into Christy's eyes the detective said "they can be quite
a hand full."