Date: Wed, 29 Feb 2012 20:45:12 -0800 (PST)
From: zill62001@yahoo.com
Subject: Gorilla Brothers 8

Once again I want to thank everyone who wrote in about my gorilla bros and
asked questions and gave suggestions. Also as always this is a work of
fiction and depicts homosexual acts along with BDSM, Scat, Watersports,
Cross generational relationships and any number of depraved acts. Also I
really really really love feedback, sharing stories and experiences, so let
the ideas flow and contact me at zill62001@yahoo.com with the Subject
Gorilla Brothers. Oh, and one final note, after Gorilla Brothers 8, the
Gorilla Brothers WILL return!

Gorilla Brothers 8:	Growing up with Zack

	Hey, nice to see that you came back. It's been awhile so I was
beginning to wonder if I'd see you again. Last time I told you about my
branch of the gorilla family, and how Nick and Ollie made up my own
family. But something tells me your more interested in Mack's branch and
how he spread his filth to everyone in his home. Well, to go into detail, I
guess I have to start with when Zack, Mack's son, was just about four or
five years old.

Part One: Zack the Early Years

	As Zack was growing up, Mack insisted that I act as both his
physician and teacher every chance that I could. Zack was a sweet kid who
always seemed to be smiling or laughing. He was a lanky brown back gorilla,
that hadn't yet started to develop that gorilla paunch or overly thick
limbs.
	One of my clearest memories of little Zack was when he was at the
first grade level. It was near Thanksgiving and I had asked him to draw a
picture of... It was either his family or who he loved. But what I remember
most was what he drew. It was a picture of three gorillas.
	Dominating the page in the center was a huge crayon picture of Mack
with his arms spread open. Then there was Nick with a huge smile on his
face. Lastly there was a gorilla looking down with some red on his
face. When I asked Zack to explain his drawing he had me sit down and
crawled into my lap.
	He said that Mack was the biggest and strongest and bestest (his
words) gorilla, while unble Nick was always joking and goofing off, and
that I was quiet and a shy gorilla.
	Zack was always a good boy, and took to his lessons eagerly. I
spent hours teaching him math and science. I was also the one who taught
him how to read.
	Nick taught him all about music and pop culture. I fondly remember
him wrestling around with Zack several times during their lessons as Zack
told Nick the right answers to his questions.
	Of course Mack also took time to teach his son. Mack always made
sure to have Zack nearby as he was growing up. He doted on his son. He was
also sure to explain and expose him to just about every deviant and sexual
act he could think of, demonstrated by his human `disciples'.
	When he was a bit more grown up, Mack oversaw Zack's `stud'
training. Making sure that he grew into a strong, dominant male. He'd have
Zack practice fucking his humans, and Andy as well. He kept striving to
hammer home `gorilla superiority' in sexual matters.
	Zack took to the lessons pretty well, but his head always seemed to
be a bit in the clouds to me. He did what his dad said, and came up with
some pretty twisted things, but always seemed to have Nick's gentle streak
as well. There was however, one time in particular that Zack became the
total sludge pig that Mack envisioned. It was what Mack had been planning
for some time, an initiation of filth.

Part Two: Initiation...

	I remember Zack's 16th birthday more clearly than any other day in
his life. It fell on a Friday that year. Nick and I arrived at Mack's late
in the afternoon on that late fall evening. There was no one to greet us,
so Nick used his key to let us in. We walked to the living room to find a
pleasant scene. Mack had dozed off in his chair, with Andy his number one
bitch, lying at his feet.
	Over the years Mack had changed as well. By this time he was a
massive gorilla. He had that huge gorilla paunch, that he had to
practically lift up to use his dick. You could see the build up of fat
around his armpits and even in his face around his eyes. He seemed to have
a slick of slimy mucus around his nose, as well as food crumbs in his
facial hair. When he lifted his arms, revealing his pits, or when he made a
big deal about ripping a fart, the whole house could smell it. He had
reached the pinnacle of slovenliness.
	Nick gently woke him, to let him know we were ready. His reply was
that he had worked hard on this day and had tired himself out. He asked me
to go and get Zack. He just said he was in the garage with the dogs.
	I nodded and headed out toward the garage. I almost lifted the
large door, but thought better of it. I didn't want to expose
Zack's...'activities' to the whole neighborhood, so I entered through the
side door.  It was quiet when I entered.
	"Hi uncle Jack." Zack smiled at me. I nodded as I looked at what he
was doing. He was kneeling and had four bowls of canned dog food prepared,
so he was obviously in the midst of feeding his pets.
	As I walked in further I got a look at what he had. One side of the
garage was dominated by two large wire mesh cages. My eyebrow raised as I
inspected the contents. Each cage had one German Shepard, and one naked guy
in them. Each of the men had huge butt plugs in their asses, which had fur
tails hanging down from them. They were also acting indistinguishable from
the German Shepards.
	I raised an eyebrow at my nephew who smiled back. He opened the
cage doors to set the bowls in, and made sure the dogs didn't get out.
	"I didn't know you had any pets." I mentioned. Zack looked up at me
from kneeling.
	"I begged dad to let me have a dog and he got me two. He said that
an old friend bred dogs and he got them there. He said that their dad also
bred Andy a long time ago."
	"So where did the other two come from?" I continued.
	"I was looking at ideas for some companions, and some fun so dad
threw me two of his old disciples to trick out as puppies." He explained, I
just nodded as I inspected the four animals. One guy seemed to be in his
late twenties, while the other seemed to be a chunky and balding forty five
year old.
	"Do they have names?" I asked as Zack threw out the empty can of
dog food.
	"This is Biscuit." He pointed to one of the German Shepards. "And I
paired him up with Juicy."
	"Juicy?" I asked not comprehending.
	"Yeah, he has a juicy ass, and when he gets bred it just leaks and
leaks cum and ass juice." My nephew continued.
	"Then we have Rukus." He pointed to the other German shepard. "He's
always loud and playful and fucks hard. Then last, we have Dick Face." Zack
ended by walking up to the cage and presenting his cock through the thin
bars to the forty-something year old. The old guy began to suck on it
furiously in a slobbery mess of dogfood and man spit.
	I chuckled before I instructed Zack to head inside and talk with
his father. I made sure the lights were turned off and the cages locked
before heading in myself. I even stole a few moments to make out for a few
minutes with each of the four dogs. (And since everyone seems to ask me
this question; it was Biscuit who did the best.)
	I made my way back to the house, and as I was entering through the
back door, I saw Zack bounding up the stairs. I joined Mack and Nick in the
living room a moment later. Mack had a smirk on his face.
	"I told the kid to wait for us in my bed." He answered. I smiled, I
remembered when I went by `the kid'. It seemed like a lifetime ago, which
it practically was. I also remember how the filthiest things happened to me
when Mack got that smile and referred to me that way. He chuckled as he
took a look at me.
	"But first, I got a treat for my number one bitch. Isn't that right
Andy?" Mack said condescendingly as he bent down to ruffle Andy's filthy
and greasy hair. Andy got on all fours and pleaded at Mack's feet. Mack
then went into the kitchen, and I could hear the refrigerator door open and
close. Mack returned with a small foam tray.
	"I got a new way for my bitch to take in my sludge." Mack cooed. As
I saw the tray I saw a few items on it, a small glass rod, a small steel
rod, and a few drinking straws. With a few nudges from his foot, Mack had
Andy lie on his back so he was staring up and the three of us.
	"While we're giving Zack his present, I have a toy for you." Mack
began and he inspected the freezing cold glass rod.
	"I want you to sound away with these. I have Glass, I have metal,
and I have something special." Mack finished as he grabbed one of the
drinking straws. He gave a little chew on the end of it, and from that
puncture split it up the seam. He smiled as I looked on curiously. Mack
held up a small brown lumpy rod.
	"This is a neat trick. I packed this straw with my shit and froze
it. Giving you your very own gorilla shit sounding rod. I love it when my
fucked up filth invades your bitch ass body." Mack smiled at Andy who was
beaming back up at him. Nick nodded and I sort of shook my head since the
idea was something I never would have come up with in my life.
	Andy looked delighted as this revelation. I took my foot and
caressed the side of Andy's face.
	"You really turned this kid out Mack." I muttered. Andy began to
rub his face into my foot and give some special attention to my toes with
his tongue. He then spoke up.
	"My only purpose in life is to be used by dominate gorilla masters
however they see fit." He answered proudly as he got to work on massaging
and licking my feet. We were just turning away as Mack spoke up.
	"You two go up and keep Zack warmed up, hose him down. I'll be up
in a little bit, I gotta grab some crap down here." Mack ordered as he
fumbled through some kitchen cabinets. Nick and I lumbered up the stairs,
and I took one more look at Andy. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be
in heaven as he slowly pounded the steel rod in and out of his piss slit. I
gave a smile as I followed close behind Nick.
	When we came to Mack's room, we found Zack laying back in the pile
of clothes and blankets that served as his `nest'. He was stretching out
and getting comfortable. With a huge grin Nick plopped down next to him and
began to hug the teen. I sat down on the other side of my nephew and
nuzzled his neck and face.
	"If your dad goes too far, just say the word and Nick and I will
end it. Okay?" I whispered. Zack just tried to nod but just sunk deeper
into his make out session with Nick. With a hefty sigh, I just decided to
get in on the action.
	Nick and I were soon tag teaming the youth by stroking his dick and
tweaking his nipples. The kid was hard instantly. Once we felt he was
properly `warmed up', I began to massage him. His eyes closed as he let my
hands play across his shoulders and back. Without more than a moment's
hesitation, Nick stood and began to piss on Zack.
	I worked the yellow liquid into his fur and made sure the kid was
soaked before turning him over to let Nick hose down the front. Once Nick
was done, he came back to Zack's side to take over massaging him. I then
stood over the kid, and continued to wet him down with my piss. I began
with his face, and gave special attention to his mouth before wetting him
down all the way to his balls. The three of us were groping and sloppily
kissing each other when Mack finally walked in.
	I was surprised that his arms were full of kitchen utensils, all
held in a giant punch bowel. With one foot he kicked the door closed behind
him, as he set the bowl down in a clatter on the floor. With a smile he
walked over to the wall near us, and cranked up the heat on the thermostat.
	"I like it hot, and it really gets the aromas flowing when it's
over seventy." Mack smirked in response to my raised eyebrow. "You two just
keep junior there comfy as I ready a special treat."
	With that Mack began to unpack the large bowl, setting each of it's
contents aside. First he took the large kitchen plate and set it on the
floor. A moment later he crouched down over it and proceeded to take a huge
dump. Unlike his usual solid shits, this one came out a bit more like a
brown soft serve. After a few farts of wet shit flecks he was done.
	He lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply before taking a bite
out of his own pile. With his shitty smile he pulled a huge glass beer
stein mug from among the bits of stuff he brought up. He scooped up a hunk
of his brown slop and plopped it into the stein, until it was a quarter
full.
	"Kid, you know how I love filth. And how I've spent your entire
life devoting it to filth and making you the most disgusting, slob of a
gorilla I could. You've come far, and with this dream, I'm gonna complete
the process and finally totally pollute you inside and out." Mack was
beaming as he spoke. He then widened his smile as he grabbed a cheap bottle
of beer from among his tools that he brought.
	With one quick flick he had removed the bottle cap and taken two
big gulps. He then surprised us by slowly working the neck of the bottle up
his ass. He bent over, so low that his head was nearly on the floor, and
massaged that bottle in and out of his hole, emptying it in the process up
his ass.
	The bottle left it's sloppy home with a wet smack. Mack grabbed for
the stein before righting himself, and then proceeded to empty his beer
enema into the stein. He took the time to inhale the scent deeply before
continuing.
	"I wanted to make sure that every last piece of shit I could muster
got there. Maybe you'll be lucky and some of that crud had been marinating
in me for a few months." Mack continued as he brought the glass to his
dick. He unleashed his own stream of piss, which when mixed with the other
contents, filled the stein to the brim.
	"But I'm not done yet kids." Mack laughed out loud this time as he
took a spoon to mix the mixture. He then downed half the concoction with a
few powerful chugs of the stein. My eyes went wide as I tried to figure out
what he was doing.
	Halfway through the cocktail, he set the now half empty stein down
in the punch bowl. He gave a smile before tilting his head back and
releasing a massive burp. He gave his dick a few tugs before taking that
same hand and placing four fingers into his mouth. A moment later, I swear
it looked like Mack had his whole hand down his throat. So with one violent
cough, Mack released a huge torrent of a brown green vomit that refilled
the cup to capacity and drenched it's sides as the remainder sloshed into
the punch bowl.
	Looking up at us Mack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
before making a show of sucking air through his nose to hock a huge loogie
on top of the concoction sloshing around in the stein.
	"All right boys, phase one. Hold him back bros. Zack, I want you to
suck down my slop here, and pollute you inside and out." Mack smiled as he
approached. Zack wiggled a little, but didn't resist. Mack brought the
drought to his lips and slowly poured it down his son's throat. Mack kept
tilting the stein so Zack had to speed up his chugging, until Mack finally
upended the vessel and let the remnants of the filth cocktail pour down and
cover his son's face.
	When it was over, Zack was huffing heavily but smiled up at his
dad. Mack returned the smile and walked back over to his punch bowl. He
grabbed another piece of gear that he had brought up from the kitchen. I
guess the tool would be an icing gun or something. It's one of those
contraptions like a caulk gun that people use to decorate cakes.
	Mack went about disassembling it so he had it's clear tube ready to
take in some ammo. But instead of icing he scooped up some of his soft
served shit from the plate and began packing it in.
	"You guys, add your dump to this, I need a bit more." Mack quietly
added as he used his foot to hand off the plate to Nick. Nick grabbed the
plate with his own foot and held it just right to collect one long soft
turd from his own ass before handing it down to me. I took a deep breath
and pushed hard to add a big splatter of wet shit to it myself.
	Mack took the plate back with a grin, and used his hand to slop
some more of our shit into the gun's chamber. Once it was packed full, he
tried putting the nozzle back on, but had to try a few times to get it to
stay. The machine was slick with wet shit.
	"And here comes phase two." Mack beamed as he stood up and
approached us. He sat down near Zack's ass and gently rubbed it back and
forth, getting all his hair out of the way. He then massaged the puckered
gorilla hole until it seemed to be gasping for air. He then inserted the
nozzle of his gun and pulled the trigger. There were some repeating clicks
as the contraption squeezed shit through it's opening into Zack's ass. Mack
soon took his free hand and pushed the plunger on the gun with more force.
	Soon there was no room left in Zack's rectum, as shit curled out
around the gun's nozzle from his ass. Mack removed his tool with a
satisfying pop of Zack's ass lips slapping back together. Mack walked back
to the sopping wet punch bowl and retrieved it. He then straddled Zack, and
sat on his belly. However most of his weight was supported by his own feet.
	"Hows it feel son? Bloated on your daddy's trash?" Mack asked
softly, looking into his son's eyes. Zack began to respond, and as his
mouth opened, Mack poured some more of the puked in punch bowl down his
gullet.
	"There you are. It is so hot, seeing you aching, bursting at the
seams with pure filth." Mack continued, his dick had been getting hard ever
since he had started filling his shit gun.
	After gasping for a few lungfulls of breath, Zack let loose with a
wicked smile.
	"There's still some room on the top of the heap for some of my
daddy's cum." Zack told Mack. A quick look at Zack's ass revealed it to be
leaking some shit paste, while with every spasm of his sphincter a bubble
of shit would pop out. With a sexy growl, Mack quickly left Zack's belly
and attended to his ass.
	Without any hesitation Mack plowed his dick up his son's ass,
embedding it in the tight burrow of shit we had made his son's ass. Mack
kept thrusting with wild force, and before long was slowing his pace and
growling with pleasure with each small thrust.
	I was surprised when he simply stopped, without a word, and
withdrew from his fuck hole. Breathing heavily he stood up and once again
sat astride his son. Then with one gentle stroke on his shit covered dick,
Mack shot several huge ropes of cum over his boy's face. Zack groaned in
pleasure before licking the sticky semen from his lips.
	"Wanna bit more spunk in the mouth?" Mack gently asked. His
response was a soft hum and nod from Zack. Mack smiled once more before
standing up, and then impaling himself on his son's erect dick.
	Mack delicately tweaked his son's nipples as he rode up and down on
his cock. It was more than simple fucking, it was a slow gentle dance, as
Mack milked his son's cock with his ass while using his hands to play along
his body.
	It was no secret when Zack finally shot his load, as he moaned
loudly with an "aww fuck" in there as well. Mack stood and once again
placed his ass over his son's face. We soon heard wet spurts as Mack fed
his son his own cum, warm out of his shit hole.
	Shortly after, Mack displaced Nick at Zack's side. Nick then came
behind me and laid down, leaving Mack and I to lick, tweak, nuzzle and
otherwise play with Zack. The four of us wound down from our exiting event,
and ended up asleep in a big mass of apes. Oddly enough, that's how most of
our gorilla orgies ended.
	So that's really the biggest filth story I can think of that I took
part in. Of course, throughout Zack's life, Mack fostered a deep sense of
raunch that we all helped along. But those will have to wait till another
time, recounting these memories I gotta go wack off.  I look forward to
another visit from you, and some more filthy tales.