Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2013 21:21:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: SHEP <shep0454@yahoo.com>
Subject: SON OF WILSON:  WAITING TO GET CATFISH'S AUTOGRAPH...just saying!

***SO ENOUGH ABOUT THE ABOUT JAKE AND HIS CONTINUING VENTURE INTO KEEPING
THE FAMILY LEGACY MOVING FORWARD FOR YET ANOTHER GENERATION!  THIS HERE
STORY IS CENTERED ON WILLIE AND HIS QUEST...AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHERE WE'RE
GOING...just saying!


***SON OF WILSON: WAITING TO GET CATFISH'S AUTOGRAPH...just saying!

ALL GOOD THINGS HAVE TO CUM AT THE END...RIGHT!?!?!  I GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO
READ ON TO SEE IF THAT OLD FOLK SAYING HAS ANY TRUTH IN IT, WON'T YAH!?!!?!

He climbed up the steps to the weather worn wooden deck and didn't see
anyone around.  The kitchen door was open with the screen door unlatched,
so he pulled it open and marched inside without breaking the gait of his
stride.  The screen door banged an announcement that Willie was home.

Standing over the sink, pulling the juicy dark meat off the leftover
chicken leg from its bone, was Wilson.  Easily three or four inches shorter
than the boy and more bulked up from the DNA of the grandmother's side of
the family as the story had been told, but certainly not the lanky tall
stature of Veck or his boy, Jake...or even Willie!

'BOY!!  DON'T LET THAT DOOR SLAM LIKE THAT...SHOW SOME RESPECT!!'....

Willie chose to ignore this admonishment and began to determine if now was
a safe time to bring up his accusation:

'HAS EDITH GONE TO HER MOTHER'S FOR THE EVENING'!?!!?!

Willie knew the answer to his question, his step mother always drove over
into West Virginia to check on the old lady and sit with her for a spell
after Veck and Edna left, but he needed to be sure!

The older man could tell there was something bothering the boy...it was in
his eyes and unmistakable in how the teenager was red cheeked and stood
stone erect in that fight or flight bearing that a man adopts when he's
unsure about his attitude and bracing for a blow...that kind of stance!

'WHAT'S EATING YOU SONNY...!?!?!!'

The fourteen year old boy just stood there...not necessarily unable to
speak...just not ready to do so...yet!

All of a sudden, Wilson got an idea about what the boy was in the myst of
pondering...it had come to be a topic that no longer could be avoided...the
time of reckoning was at hand!

'SPEAK UP!!!  BOY!!  I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE...RIGHT YET!  SPEAK YOUR
MIND!'...

There was something reassuring in that last part...'ain't going NOwhere...'
that stymied Will from finding anything to say that would make sense to the
older man...or even to himself, to be honest.  So, he just continued to
hold his ground but started to break the rigidness and look around to get
his bearings...and take a deep breathe for the first time since coming into
the room!  The glare in his eyes was softening and took on a questioning
look...but talk...ask any kind of sensible question...or even make a
rational accusation, just wasn't possible...not at that moment!

Wilson had never considered how it would impact the boy...not that he
didn't care; HELL!!!  Willie was his pride and joy...the boy could do no
wrong...and had followed him like a shadow since he could toddle!

Wilson had made working sixteen hours a day bearable from the loneliness of
never knowing anything more than the serviceable relationship that he'd
known with his own father and his brother Veck.  But outside of that
strange brotherly bond that was more protective in nature than loving, it
wasn't until he'd brought his 'Sonny' home fourteen years ago, that he'd
finally understood what a caring and loving relationship with another human
was about...or even a possibility for him!  So he put the idea of a day
when the boy would ask a question that might alter this precious part of
his otherwise barren life way off on some proverbial back burner!

He looked the boy over and accessed that he wasn't ready to speak..yet!
While checking him over, Wilson finally saw Will for the fine young man
he'd raised.  Growing up he was...into a solid lean muscled, not bulky like
Wilson, but tall and defined with the promise of having that special kind
of cut ads that tall and slender guys can pull off with little effort.  His
brother Veck had that kind of body.  Yep!  The boy was growing up...and
soon things would change...too soon...too soon for the man's liking!

As he pitched the chicken bone into the trash can under the sink, he
figured that he should give the kid some space to contemplate whether this
was the day or not...was he ready...!?!?!  It had to be up to Willie!  So
pulling the go-to-Sunday meeting dress shirt out of his pants after
loosening his tie, he gave the boy a nod and moved on down the hallway!

Will fell into one of the chrome kitchen chairs at the table and stared
after the old man.  Something wasn't right about that moment...the
atmosphere of the exchange...the confrontational attitude...yeah!  that was
it!  Will realized that there had never been a need for them to come at
each other in that manner...NEVER!...and that had stopped the boy in his
tracks!  It wouldn't have been right, in any sense of the word, to have
moved any closer to the truth in that moment!

From his site lines from the kitchen table down the hallway to the
bedrooms, he could see the old man dropping the shirt on the bed and
lowering his pants after kicking his shoes and white cotton socks into the
corner of the room.

He'd seen the way the older man had looked at him there before he had left
the room...almost as if seeing him for the first time.  Willie had felt the
back of his neck flush from that look...not in an embarrassing kind of
way...but from being seen as the developing young man that he was growing
into.

Realizing this, he set his gaze down the hallway and into that back bedroom
where he'd heard Wilson butt fuck the drab lady named Edith until what time
he'd hear the gagging and sputtering of her choking and then the gurgling
as the old man unloaded in the deepest part of her throat.  As brutal as
their lovemaking might have sounded, she never complained.  In fact, she
never complained about anything. She knew that she had it better than any
kind of life that she might have had if she'd stayed at her mother's home
when she'd left nearly fourteen years ago to come and help this man with
his new baby boy.  It was what it was!

All of this from the recesses of his memory, mixed with the present image
of the older man now laying spread legged, in nothing more than the cotton
boxers with the gapping piss hole, across that very same bed and let the
ceiling fan caress his hairy flesh with the gently embracing breezes!  As
restful as his mind was, he never felt so alive at that moment.

And for no known reason, he shucked the boxers from his ass and threw them
into the corner with his socks and shoes.  Willie was mesmerized...!

The boy rose on legs that had the feeling of being without substance and
moved toward the hall way cautiously...using his right shoulder to glide
along the hallway walls as to steady him up-right as he walked toward the
old man's bedroom!  Along the way, he dropped the unbuttoned white shirt to
the hardwood floor..  As he passed the open door of his room, he stopped
just long enough to kick his loafers into the room...and then he resumed
his short journey!

Upon arriving in the doorway of this room where this man and his step mom
had shared all this time, he saw that it was true what Jake had told him
about the width of this man's cock...it defied the concept that anything of
that girth and weight could stand so ramrod straight from the man's pelvis
and strain toward that ceiling fan with need and determination!  Wilson had
his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, but he knew the boy was
there...and made no move to dissuade his interest!

Willie unfastened his belt and unzipped the chinos and dropped the pants to
the floor and without even looking down to the floor where they billowed,
stepped out of them and took another tentative step forward to clear the
cast off clothing.  His right hand found his extending manhood and tugged
it out from this torso.  He pulled his balls from the sweaty pit from
between his legs and with no conscious acknowledgement, they began their
long trip in ascending into his scrotum!

Without opening his eyes, Wilson brought the arm closest to Willie from
behind his head and extended it on the bed towards the boy with his palm
up!  That was the invitation that Willie was waiting for and he crossed the
ten feet that felt like ten thousand from the doorway to the bed and
crawled onto the bed and straddled the older man at the point where the
rock solid abdomen provided a saddle.

Upon the boys ass cheeks coming to rest against the man's pelvis, Wilson
opened his eyes and looked up at the boy he called Sonny and grabbed onto
his shoulder blades and pulled the boy down so that the carpet of his chest
hair cushioned the smooth young skin and the boys eight inch dick became
trapped along the furry trail from the man's chest to the massive cock that
rested against the fourteen year old's back and slender butt.  Willie's
head found the crevice against this man's neck and shoulder to be a good
resting place to nestle his head and breath in the scent of the older man's
musk!

This was the moment that wasn't possible in the kitchen just moments ago!!
This was just right...like this...their flesh and arousal finding refuge
where they could within the confines of this embrace...it all came
together!

Without looking up or negotiating when and why or how, Willie reached
behind him and grasped the mammoth prick as best that he could and guided
it to his moist pucker and rubbed the plump glans against his freshly
breached portal...as the older man grabbed his hand to stop it for a moment
to ask the boy in the softest whisper that he'd ever heard in his ear that
was laying closest to the stubbled chin...:

'YOU SURE...!?!?!?!?!'....

...and Willie scooted his body down the man's lower gut where the fat
cockhead began to spread the boy's rosebud like a speed boat breaking the
wake on a lake's surface...moving tissue and finding refuge where no other
man had ever ventured...so big...so huge...slowly finding the first
sphincter to cause the boy to catch his breath and flinch...but only for a
minute...and without further hesitation, the descent continued albeit made
easier by Midnight's earlier lubing of at least that much of the pathway.
Then the blood flooded flesh tube made its way up against the second
sphincter, with just a slight effort on the boy's part, he raised his head
just enough to look the older man in the eyes and bore down on the
impossible intruder and issued a deep manly growl that defied his young
years.  A deep manly growl of acceptance and surrender!

As if a magic word like 'abracadabra' was spoken, the boy's ass channel
opened up and swallowed the hedge-hog of a cock.  Willie shook and vibrated
with a strong rapture that seemed to feel like it was going to go on
forever...his body was in a constant orgasm...and it was good!

Wilson's lust reared its urgency and washed his body with such a physical
need to fuck this incredibly tight canal of tender teen flesh encasing his
cock that he simply held the spazzing body of the boy and rolled him over
onto his slender back and began the assault to try and release this beastly
fierceness that had consumed his mind and soul and electrified the air in
the room!

An observer to this scene would have thought that the thrusts of the older
man to be savage...and maybe they were!  But it was the brutality of what
'lovemaking' between two men who found the perfect fit...the perfect
moment...the perfect bond in mating as only the way when the male species
finds his special equal in this kind of passion!  The intensity of the
physical with the emotional was tangible...and real!

With the boy's legs splayed wide and resting in the bends of the man's
brawny arms, the force of the invasion would recreate that deep bass groan
from the teen ager while Wilson's sweat dropped onto the linens and the
boy's hair...this kind of elation was unknown to either of them until this
very moment...and few others have ever had the pleasure or ever will..just
saying!

Will's cum continued to squirt from the mesh of the two men's stomachs and
became so copious, that it began to seep from the place where their bodies
pressed together along their pelvises and ran down his sides onto the
mattress.  All the this time, both were locked into the penetrating gaze of
the other...as if they could see into each other's soul!  Physical
sensation had been replaced by euphoria...truly it was that floating out of
body thing that people who come back from the dead speak of!

Then it happened!  Wilson's rod approached and surpassed any further
consideration of controlling the impending unloading of his spunk where
this spent boyish body had never known such a gift before...and as the man
fired off volley after volley of creamy manseed, he felt his cock actually
slip even further into the boy's nether region...as if the incredibly tight
hole had opened another centimeter to welcome the spraying lava even
further.

As it abated and the breathing became audible in it's heaviness, there was
nothing but silence as the boy felt it from his insides and the man felt
the vigorous pulsating that accompanied a rolling throb of his cock that
demanded extra room within this cavity in order to flex and swell and find
refuge...and all of this continued long after Wilson's bull sized ball sack
was purged...it was part of the aftermath of the battle...and both found
victory!

The room fell into a hushed silence...and neither body moved except for the
gentle pressing of one or the other's lips to the side of the other's neck
in tender acknowledgement that yes, this is right!

And then with a far off voice from the younger that was nearly more whisper
than speech and it would have been missed entirely except for the position
of his voice to the elder man's ear:

'WHERE IS MY MOTHER........!?!?'................

***AND SO THE BOY'S SUSPICIONS WERE ABOUT TO BECOME REALITY...NO MORE
FEELING, IN THE BACK RECESSES OF HIS SOUL, LIKE HE WAS ALWAYS STANDING ON
THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN...EVEN WITH A LOVING PARENT LIKE WILSON, SOMETHING
WAS OFF CENTER...NOT QUITE RIGHT...AT LEAST, NOT QUITE AS RIGHT AS WHAT HAD
JUST HAPPENED BETWEEN THE TWO!

WELL FELLAS, IT'S TIME TO ANTE UP AND DONATE TO THE NIFTY KITTIE IF THIS
SITE HAS A CHANCE TO BE HERE FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT...just saying!