Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 18:10:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: SHEP <shep0454@yahoo.com>
Subject: SON OF WILSON:  SECOND BASE

SON OF WILSON: SECOND BASE

With Dad's work schedule being dependent on when people needed him, and me
not being old enough to drive...well, at least not the roll-back or the
wrecker; me and Edith never really knew when he'd be popping in and out of
the house!

When school was out, me and ol' Midnight, my black lab, would hang out in
the garage, piddling with an oil change or checking on parts or throwing in
a wash job for the ones that tipped dad regularly.  The dirtier I got while
out there crawling under a F-150 or soaping up my civic's teacher's Civic,
it didn't matter to me.

Grease, oil or just plain old grime was alright by me!  To keep the
step-mom off my back about doing my laundry, I'd usually work out there in
a pair of old cut-offs...and little else!  Which made it real convenient
for quick pud poundings since most of the junk was already falling out of
one leg or the other.

I'd sit in dad's old scrubby worn out over stuffed leather desk chair...the
kind on casters...where I can throw my legs up on top of the desk and let
rip with one greasy fist tugging at the sperm factories and the other
gripping the solid seven until a proud load of teen boy spunk flies out of
the piss slit and lands any damn place it can find.

A few times, a few globs will find their way over to Midnight who is always
ready for a snack!  He evidently likes the taste as much as I do...remember
that we have that agreement that you won't let my buddies know that I like
to slurp up some of the goo every once in a while myself...salty and thick
and creamy like the center of a creamed filled donut...but not as sweet!

Good old Midnight will jump up on the side of the chair while I'm trying to
catch my breath and lick the head of my dick trying to get more of what he
thinks is his special doggy treat!  I use to shew him away until one day
when it just felt too damn good and I figured: 'WHAT THE HECK!?!?!  IF HE'S
HUNGRY, LET HIM EAT!!!'

His tongue finds all the drippy mess sliding down my thighs and onto the
ball sack and up on my abs...HELL!  he'll even dig down into the thick
furry bush of dark pubs lapping up the last few drops!  If this is what a
fuckin' blow job feels like, sign me up!!  And a couple of times, he's got
the damn 'seven' hardening up for another round...a boy's got to get his
jollies where he can, don't he!?!!

I'm pretty sure that the step-mom, Edith, has prowled around and caught me
wanking, peeking through the garage windows from an unobservable
perch...whatever!!  Don't really know why, but if she'd forget her good
sense, whatever of that she might still have left, and hike her skirt and
crawl on top of my equipment, I'd probably push her off.  She, or even the
idea of her nasty pussy, don't hold no interest to me...sort of like that
English lit in school...WHO CARES!!!

I know the old man has wandered by those windows from time to time also!
It's just too obvious that he knows when he walks in before I can get the
fly to the cut-offs buttoned and although he never mentions it, the knowing
smirk and an apparent lump in his coveralls tells me everything that I
suspect about his spying!  So what, it's a guy thing...and he's never
betrayed this little secret outside of that smile...just saying!

Besides, he and Edith aren't the only snoops in the family!  About six
weeks ago, I came home from school early, I ride my bike the mile and a
half in good weather, otherwise, my cousin Jake, whose a senior at my high
school, will stop and pick me up in his restored '71 Monte Carlo...sweet
ride...!

At any rate, I rode up the drive way and was going to surprise the boss
that I'd be able to help him with the Johnson's transmission.  As usual,
the radio was blaring dad's beloved '80's rock, so he didn't hear me drop
the bike under the oak tree outside the main garage door.  But lo' and
behold what I did see...!

Jake's Monte was jacked up with the right front Michelin laying on the
floor.  Nothing odd about that!  Jake got out of school early for his job
at Wal-Mart most days any way, a work program that the school system
allowed qualified Juniors and Seniors to participate in.  Big Deal...just
saying!

With even the 'StarLite Vocal Band' yodeling about 'AFTERNOON DELIGHTS', I
could still make out the unmistakable groans of my cousin who was bent over
face down on that old steel desk and somehow found my old man's cock to be
a fairly tight fit for his poop shoot...!!!  There was that high pitched
'GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' that is a mixture of pleasure and pain that I'd heard
coming from the marital bedroom a few hundred times!

Faintly, underneath the groans and the woofers, there was the distinct
sound of flesh slapping hard teen butt...and there was dad in a half crouch
with his broad back hunched over Jake's vibrating torso while slamming the
boy's ass like a V-8's piston in a tight cylinder...spark plugs were firing
left and right...according to those bitch wailings of my poor old cousin!

I instinctively backed out of the garage door and stood just outside at an
angle to the action.  GAWD!!!  My dick was hard...and leaking through the
501s like a busted oil pan on a Fairlane.  Who fuckin' cares...I sure as
HELL didn't!

Then with no more than the old man's usual low gutteral growl that
announces his dropping a good half pint...in my mind's imagination, it had
to be at least that much...of mechanic jism so far up Jake's colon that it
would take a search party to find the location of the furtherest radius of
spray...no doubt!!

My cousin and my father just laid there on top of that grimy desk and
panted like I've seen Midnight do when we go chasing rabbits over at my
uncle's farm, Jake's dad's place!  Not a whole lot of movement going on
there except every once in moment or two, dad would grind his hips deep
into Jake's nether region which would produce something of a yelp out of
Jake that came from some place just as deep as where dad's sperm pooled up!

As much as I wanted to see the old man's cock, even at half mast, one thing
was for sure, I didn't want him to see me seeing his cock in any way, shape
or form...nope!...nahdah...no way...no how...today wasn't the day for such
of a discovery by him or me!  So, I backed up a bit farther, nearly
stumbling over the oak trees above ground root, and caught myself and
high-tailed it back to the house and into the shower to take matters into
hand and do a little hard problem solving...just saying!

It was maybe about ten, fifteen minutes at the most, and I heard the screen
door slam and the old man's heavy work boots clomping down the hallway to
the bathroom...and guess who'd forgot to close, let alone lock, the damn
door....can you say:

'SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT'!?!?!?!?!

SHEP

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