Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 21:28:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: SHEP <shep0454@yahoo.com>
Subject: SON OF WILSON:  AND THE BALL PARK EMPTIES...just saying!

***ALL GOOD THINGS.............


***SON OF WILSON: AND THE BALL PARK EMPTIES...just saying!

GOOD, KIND READER, YOU KNOW HOW WE ALL GOT HERE: SON OF WILSON FINDS OUT
ABOUT MAN TO MAN SEX FROM HIS SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD COUSIN JAKE WHO HAD BEEN
THE BRADSHAW BROTHERS AND WILSON'S FUCK BUDDY FOR A FEW YEARS AND BOTH OF
THE COUSIN'S HAD BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH WHAT 'DOGGYSTYLE' WAS REALLY ALL
ABOUT FROM WILL'S BLACK LAB 'MIDNIGHT' UNTIL JAKE'S DAD VECK WALKED IN ON
THEM IN ONE OF THESE BREEDING SESSIONS AND THEN DECIDED TO BECOME HIS SON'S
CUM DUMP VIA A PREFERENCE FOR DEEP THROATING GOOD SIZED COCKS.

IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH, THE COUSINS THEN DISCOVER THAT BOTH OF
THE OLDER BROTHERS, THEIR FATHERS, HAD GOTTEN BROKEN IN EARLY BY THEIR OWN
FATHER, THE YOUNGER BOYS' GRANDFATHER, MANY YEARS AGO WHO HAD A SLOPPY
LOOSE SPOT FOR THE FARM'S WORK HORSE 'OLD PAL'.

HAVE I FORGOTTEN ANYBODY!?!?!?!  OH, YES!  IT APPEARS THAT THE FOURTEEN
YEAR OLD WILLIE HAD FINALLY BEEN MADE AWARE OF MOST OF THIS FAMILY HISTORY
BY HIS CUZ JAKE AND AS WE LEFT THE STORY LAST TIME, IT SEEMS THAT SON OF
WILSON HAD FOUND THAT HIS OLD MAN'S CADILLAC SIZED COCK HAD DISCOVERED THE
BOY'S TEENAGE HUMAN GARAGE WHICH PROVIDES A PERFECT PLACE TO PARK IT EVERY
NIGHT!

IT'S ABOUT THIS POINT OF OUR STORY, THAT WILSON FUCKED THIS YOUNG VIRGIN
ASS OF THIS BOY, WHOM HE HAD RAISED SINCE HE HAD FIRST BROUGHT HIM HOME AS
A BABY; THEN WILLIE OPENED THE DOOR THAT WILSON HAD TO FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGE
WITH A QUESTION WHICH WOULD CROSS A NEW THRESHOLD OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND
FINALLY INTRODUCE THE BOY INTO HIS OWN TRUTH...just saying!

SO HERE GOES:

'WHAT'D YOU SAY!?!?!?'...asked the older man who still had his sizeable ass
ripper buried in the boy's shitter!

'WHERE...AND WHO IS MY MOTHER!?!?!  I DESERVE TO KNOW...!'...stated the
youngster as he pulled his lips from the rough neck stubble and once again
gazed up into the older man's eyes!

Wilson knew that the time had come...and knew that it would be what it was
meant to be once the truth was owned by the boy!

He lowered the boy's legs to the bed and withdrew his cock from the best
piece of ass he'd ever known and rolled to the side of the smooth boyish
body that just minutes before had taken a fuck that not many much older
tough assed men would have been able.  Whatever happened after this story
unfolded, in his soul, this boy would always be his...no doubt!

'WHAT DO YOU KNOW, BOY!?!?!?'....

'WELL, JAKE FED ME THIS SHIT ABOUT HOW YOU CAUGHT HIM AT THE QUARRY WITH
THE BRADSHAW BOYS AND HAD BEEN FUCKING HIM REGULAR EVER SINCE...IS ALL THAT
TRUE!?!?!'...the boy put forth with a flat even voice that betrayed the
demeanor of a much more mature man.

'SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT'...said the older man without making any apology or
feeling the need to expand upon these basic facts.

'HE ALSO WENT ON ABOUT HOW YOU'D TOLD HIM THAT YOU DIDN'T DO PUSSY...NEVER
HAD, NEVER WOULD!  THAT YOU'D FOUND THAT SOMEONE, ANYONE WITH A GOOD
ASSHOLE THAT KNOWS HOW TO HANDLE AND MILK A GOOD SIZED PRICK, THAT WAS ALL
THAT YOU NEEDED FOR GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF!  JAKE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HOW
UNCLE VECK HAD TOLD HIM ABOUT GRANDPA TEACHING YOU TWO BEFORE HE MOVED TO
TEXAS YEARS BACK...!'

Wilson felt no need to acknowledge all of this part, it was in the past and
should have stayed there...at least in his way of thinking!  He gave a nod
and waited for what else the boy had learned on his own.

'NOW, I'M NOT ALL THAT STUPID, BUT IF THAT'S TRUE ABOUT YOU ONLY DUMPING
YOUR BABY MAKERS UP BUTT HOLES, THEN WHERE THE HELL DID I CUM
FROM!!!????'...said the lad that laid spooned up against the older man's
chest but was more focused on the wall behind Wilson...just a way to
cope...whatever he needed to do to be able to receive the answers and
adjust to them.

At this point, the man pulled the boy even closer to the furry mat of chest
hair and cradled him much like he did that first night that he had brought
him to this very bed after he got off his mother's tit and could take
formula.  That night, the infant boy slept in the bend between the muscled
bicep and forearm as Wilson laid there and just watched through sleepy but
proud eyes.  This was that moment of parent/child bonding that the man had
only heard of but had never known...it felt good...damn good...and he was
gonna hold onto to that feeling just like he was this breathing
bundle...nothing else mattered!

It was with this embrace that Wilson provided the missing pieces to the
puzzle that had left Willie with that 'not quite right' kind of feeling for
the last few years of his life.

The old man told the boy that they needed to go back a few years...back to
when the grandfather came back to the house one day from putting up the
last of the tobacco for that year in the smoke house to hang and dry and
with the matter of factness of someone reading headlines in the daily
newspaper, stated that he would be leaving at the end of the month...for
good...not coming back!  He reassured his two sons that they'd be fine.
That he knew that Veck would carry on with working the farm, HELL!  the
teenager had already been doing just that as the father had more or less
gave him more and more responsibility through the last several years!
Besides, Veck had already knocked that Edna girl up and they'd be needing a
place to start their family...it was time.

He'd helped Wilson sell those fifteen bottom acres so that he could buy
that broken down old wrecker, but if that's what his eldest son wanted to
do, so be it.  The boy still had enough of his share of the original home
place to build his business or do what he wanted to!  He had no concerns
about the brothers being there to help each other...their bond was at least
that strong if nothing else!

The deeds for splitting up the property was processed and recorded in each
boy's name and that was the legacy he would provide them.  Everything else
that life would present them would be up to them!  So on the thirtieth,
Willie's grandfather got into his old '59 Ford pick'em up with a duffle
beside him in the front seat and headed to GAWD knew where!  It would be a
Christmas card about eight years later that bore a Texas address that
provided them some contact information if they'd ever feel the need!  Of
course, neither ever did...!

The younger brother, Veck, had pretty much become a whore hound!  It
appeared that not only did he enjoy sucking cock like an Electrolux on
Crack with a new carpet, but when he hooked up with a few buddies who went
down to the Bradshaw place a couple or two farms over to run a train on the
the local sex education slut who only charged the boys what she thought she
could get off these poor rural bumpkins.

Veck was different...he had a prick the size of the neighbor's prize stud
bull!  He was the only one who could show up between paydays and still go
out the door with a limp dick after she spread and bred him.  And he knew
this and never took advantage of this arrangement!

But it was the good girl in the farm next door to him whom he took to the
movie theatre on Saturdays and even escorted to Sunday meeting services at
the Church of God and became welcome to the family after church service
lunch.  Eventually, they even invited his brother Wilson to eat with them.

Then one summer night, down at the quarry, Veck finally got her to skinny
dip with him...and what with the right words softly spoken and the gentle
way he held her hand when they jumped into the swimming hole and the way
the moon bathed their nekkedness in that romantic kind of illumination,
well HELL, even a 'good' girl like Edna is only human...right!?!?!?!  So,
six weeks later, they were making plans for a quick wedding and picking out
names for the baby that was on it's way.

Veck never stopped seeing the Bradshaw piece of ass...HELL, a young man has
needs don't he!?!?!  Besides, of the three boys and a baby girl who had the
misfortune to be borne by the county whore, he was fairly certain that a
couple of them were his.  Miss Bradshaw had no doubt that the three boys
were his since she always made the other rural rednecks wear a rubber or
settle for a blow job...no negotiations about that!

Not that it mattered to Veck one way or the other about the Bradshaw
bastards, but they were his sons just as sure as Edna's boy baby was his
also.  He took financial responsibility and made sure that they had what
they needed above and beyond what her participation in the world's oldest
profession didn't...it was all good!

Although he didn't get down to the Bradshaw clapboard shack as often as he
once did, when he did, the situation continued as it always had!  So, about
three years later, when the county sperm bank by the name of Bradshaw,
turned up preggie yet again, it wasn't good news for the kids she already
was trying to provide for.

All during this time, Wilson had spent his time building up his auto repair
business and was developing a solid reputation of being competent and
reliable in his work.  In fact, this was how Veck was able to supplement
the Bradshaw hoard by helping Wilson when he could.  That way, Edna wasn't
the wiser.

But the whore was dealing with her kids coming home from school and church
and crying because of the name calling!  So this little belly bump was
going to be aborted or pawned off, she had nothing invested with either
decision!

Veck was pulling triple duty, with no complaints, keeping Edna and the slut
and his older brother satisfied!  In fact, he was fairly sure that the blow
jobs that he was giving Wilson was about all the sex that the expert
cornholer was getting since their father pulled out of town!

Veck and Edna had noticed how Wilson loved being the doting uncle to his
nephew Jake.  So the afternoon that Veck slipped down to the Bradshaw place
and into Bradshaw for a little R & R, and she mentioned the fact that she
was carrying another baby and more than likely it was his; he came up with
the plan that Wilson would finally have a son of his own.  The slut
Bradshaw couldn't care less one way or another...just as long as she and
her brood didn't have to deal with another public testament to the family
business!

Wilson took a while to convince!  How would he care for a baby!?!?!  Hell,
he couldn't keep up a house as it was!  It ain't like you can go through
the local McDonald's drive thru and pick up a bottle of formula with the
Big Mac on the way home after running down the highways providing road side
assistance!  Veck was way ahead of his brother's objections and already had
a practical nursing certificate, had the potential to be a good
housekeeper, and possessed a well known first rate Hersey highway that made
her more than fully qualified!  So Edith, from the Job Corps program for
underprivileged teen girls who were only in the program, as it was commonly
known, to find husband farmers so that they didn't have to go back to the
hollars and backwoods of West Virginia and Kentucky that they were all
trying to desperately run away from.

Edith and the boy arrived about the same time and Wilson married her per
their agreement!  He couldn't believe how she didn't mind taking his fudge
packer up her ass and even let him rape her throat...!  For the Job Corps
graduate, this was expected and in many ways a whole lot better than what
she'd thought would ever be her saving grace and ticket out of the land of
the forgotten from which she came.

Enough...the man had shared enough with the boy cradled in his arms!
Suddenly Willie turned over, away from Wilson and felt his eyes glaze over
with wetness!  Naw!!!  He weren't no cry baby...but the boy's heart began
to break and try as he might, there was no mistaking of his shoulders
trembling as he attempted to stifle the tears.

Again, Wilson pulled the lanky framed teen ager up to his chest and torso
and held onto him to reassure and squelsh the boy's concerns..........

'WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT!?!?!?!'...asked the older man.

'YOU AIN'T MY FATHER!!!'...came a gurgled whisper.

'DAMN YOU BOY!!!'...Wilson spoke in the loudest tone that had been heard in
that bedroom so far today...except for the moans and groans of masculine
love making from a short time earlier....

'DON'T YOU EVER SAY SUCH SHIT LIKE THAT!!!  BECAUSE IT AIN'T TRUE...NOT AT
ALL!!!'...

Will froze up from the intensity of the man's voice...and the sobs trailed
off!

'I BROUGHT YOU HOME FROM THAT WHORE'S TIT AND FED YOU AND MADE SURE THAT
EDITH WAS THERE WHEN I NEEDED TO MAKE SOME MONEY TO PROVIDE FOR YOUR NEEDS
AND WELL BEING AND THERE WASN'T A MOMENT OF ANY DAY FOR THE LAST FOURTEEN
YEARS THAT YOUR FACE OR SOME SILLY CRAP THAT YOU DID OR WHATEVER YOU
THOUGHT WAS WORTH SHARING WITH ME DIDN'T BECOME EMBEDDED IN THIS HERE OLD
FUCKER'S HEART AND KEPT ME GOING WHEN I WAS SO FAR DOWN, I HAD NO REASON TO
TRY AND FIND UP BUT FOR YOUR SAKE.  I'VE BEEN PROUD OF YOU FOR TAKING YOUR
FIRST STEP...AND LEARNING HOW TO STAND UP TO PEE...AND WHEN YOU RODE WITH
ME THE FIRST TIME TO GO PICK UP SOME BROKEN DOWN JUNKER ALONG SIDE THE
ROAD!  DAMN SONNY, WHAT ELSE WOULD A MAN HAVE TO DO TO FIND THAT KIND OF
LOVE AND DEVOTION FOR HIS SON!!?!?!?!?!!?'....

With no more words needed to be exchanged, each knew that what had just
been proclaimed in that room held more truth than any other facet of
whatever reality that the two had shared at anytime in their lives
together.

Wilson knew the boy was going to be alright when he felt his son's long
spindly fingers grab his rising slab of daddy meat and rub the head against
the swollen pucker that had just begun to seep out around the edges with
the prior load of this man's, his father's, juices.  Good!  Lube is
lube...and Wilson penetrated without need to negotiate sphincters and the
natural curves of the boy's colon.  They'd already established that the
route was adaptable and pliable...and so a more restrained rocking of the
older man's hips with the bulbous head of his dick massaging his son's
prostrate with a rhythm that forbid judgment and erased Will's doubts once
and for all.

Everything is all right now...that sledgehammer of a prick had a worthy
place to spew it's creamy loads...to both's satisfaction...and need!  It
was all good!

SHEP

***WELL, FELLAS, I BELIEVE THAT I'VE JUST ABOUT MILKED ALL THE JIZZ THAT I
CAN OUT OF THE MEAT OF THIS STORY...HOPE IT PROVIDED A FEW WET MOMENTS AND
TOOK YOU ON A LITTLE SIDE TRIP OF MY ATTEMPTS AT STORYTELLING...just
saying!

AND PLEASE, DON'T FORGET TO FEED THE NIFTY KITTY!  WHO KNOWS, I MIGHT CUM
UP WITH ANOTHER TALE ABOUT SOME TAIL WORTH TELLING...YAH NEVER KNOW!