Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 14:39:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: SHEP <shep0454@yahoo.com>
Subject: SON OF WILSON:  A HOME RUN...just saying!

SON OF WILSON: A HOME RUN...just saying!

In the remnants of my incapacitated fourteen year old spent and drunken
with lust consciousness that was dealing with my exhausted enthusiasm in
providing my best effort at sucking my first cousin's fat headed cock for
the first time and finding that it was:

NOT BAD!!!  NOT BAD AT ALL...IN FACT, I'M PRETTY DAMN SURE THAT I LIKE
DOING THIS A HELL OF A LOT!!!

...and there was this far off booming deep voice that washed over the
action going on here on the concrete floor of my daddy's garage like waves
at the seashore at high tide giving me only a vague recognition!  Now who
the fuck was that....!?!?!!?!

So, I broke off from suckling that heavily leaking seventeen year old cock
and tried once more to pull my head out from under his kneeling slender
torso that was presently receiving the last of my black lab's dog cum since
he and the dog were knotted and waiting for the knot to go down enough to
dislodge from their ass to ass impression of the Yoga position called 'Down
Doggie'...just saying!

My eyes were slow to focus from the blurry land of this intense sexual
theme park that I had just participated in for most of the afternoon and
began to vaguely recognize my uncle, Jake's father and my old man's older
brother, standing there in the opened entrance of the auto repair shop's
garage door.

Uncle Veck stood there with a wide eyed look that defied classification!
Shock!!?!...Bewilderment!?!?!...Amazement!?!!?!...but definitely an
expression where his mind and the reality of what he was witnessing did not
agree at all...that kind of reaction!

I guess we shouldn't have been surprised that he would have come up on us
like that since he helps my dad out whenever dad is out on a wrecker call.
They have an 'under the table' business arrangement where Veck's cash wages
are from pocket to pocket so that he doesn't have to report it on his
farming income...!  The old man gets an 'off the book' employee and Jake's
dad gets a little supplemental income to help with the farm expenses.
Win-win!!

My father must of called him at the farm and gave him a road side job to
respond to, so he came from his place about a mile and a half down the road
from us to get the wrecker since dad had the roll-back!  Ain't life
funny...just saying!!

Where I took a moment or two to register who that was freaking out, my
cousin had no problem associating the voice with that of his father and
jerked forward so hard that it dislodged Midnight's deflating , thank
GAWD!!!, doggy boner from my cuz's well worn asshole.  This in turn
released a flood of ass and spunk, both man and animal, and spit fluids
like the TVA opening the gates of one of their dams to bring water levels
down!  The shit gushed onto the concrete...it was AWESOME!!!!!

Uncle Veck kicked my cut-offs over to me and snarled that he wanted me:

'OUT OF THIS HERE GAWD DAMNED GARAGE BEFORE YOU DRAW YOUR NEXT BREATHE
BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

That kind of directive doesn't really deserve a response...especially from
a fourteen year old nephew.  So without putting the ripped up jeans on to
cover my nekked ass, I picked them up and held them in front of my half
erect cock and skedaddled...nah!!  that ain't right at all!!!  I hauled
ass!!!

Of course old Midnight had gone about his business as usual and was
cleaning up Jake's recently seeded cum dump with his tongue since that's
what a up-standing and respectable...and my guess is...an appreciative
canine does when it is finished with his bitch!  I was about half way back
to the house when I heard Midnight sing out with a yelp and come flying out
of the garage!!!

'GAWD DAMNED MUTTER-FUCKIN'; WORTHLESS MUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Crazy mad or not, I knew uncle Veck well enough to know that he loved
animals better than people, so I wasn't worried that he would actually
physically hurt or kick my dog...no way, no how!  I figured that he
probably threw something at Midnight to scare the dog off of his son...and
it apparently worked!

I stood around the corner of the house out of sight and felt a tinge of
concern for poor ol' Jake...Bless his scrawny ass!!  I sure hoped that his
old man didn't kill or bust him up too bad because I was hoping to have
another turn at his breeding ground some time in the near future.  Now, I
know that sounds real selfish of a close relative to think of visiting the
scene of the dirty deed again when it was real possible that a black suit
and funeral arrangements were likely for the object of your lust's
desire...so shoot me!  I'm human!! ...just saying!

After a minute or two, I spied my uncle Veck and cousin Jake walking toward
the wrecker with uncle Veck's work boot motivating Jake's swollen ass with
a swift kick about every five feet or so.

The teenager had managed to pull up his jeans and pull down his t-shirt and
possessed a look of terror on his blanched face like he'd just come back
from a time-share in HELL!!!  My uncle was stone faced with a brow with
that was more furrowed than any field that he owned down on the farm.

I wouldn't have a chance to ask Jake what happened for about two weeks.
Even at school the following week after spring break, every time he saw me
in the hallways, he'd high tail it like I smelled of pole cat (skunk, for
you city slickers)...and since evidently no one had mentioned the goings on
that ominous day to my old man, I was still alive and not suffering from
blunt force trauma, I let it be!

It would be after church about two or three Sundays later that Jake finally
got up the nerve to search me out and tell me the whole story; well, that's
not really true, I backed his sorry ass up against the outside of the
church's community hall and threatened him if he didn't provide details of
the supposed beating when they left the garage that day!

After hemming and hawing around for a few minutes, and with the
encouragement of the palm of my hand slapping the top of his head
rhythmically to help him remember, he slide down the side of the brick wall
and began telling the story to the dirt on the ground as he stared between
the legs of his khaki trousers.

'I REALLY THOUGHT VECK WAS GONNA SEND MY ASS A PACKIN' WHEN WE GOT HOME!!!'
...(that's what Jake called his old man...they had that kind of
relationship since Jake could shave, I reckon)...  'I WAS SCARED
SHITLESS!!!!'

'BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID, WILLIE!?!?!?!'

I reminded him that I wasn't there but sure as HELL wanted to know if it
wasn't too much of a bother to share the intimate details while I raised my
hand to once again make contact with his scalp!  I had joined him there on
the ground, sitting kneecap to kneecap facing him and waited for him to
continue.

'MY FATHER JUST DROVE DOWN TO THE COVERED BRIDGE ROAD...YOU KNOW THE ONE
THAT'S WAY BACK DOWN THAT GRAVELED DIRT ROAD GOING TO THE QUARRY WHERE THE
SWIMMING HOLE IS...YEAH, I KNOW YOU KNOW...IT'S WHERE WE USE TO GO SKINNY
DIPPING WITH THE BRADSHAW BOYS A FEW SUMMERS AGO BEFORE THEY WENT OFF AND
GOT MARRIED...'

'AT ANY RATE, HE DIDN'T SAY MUCH EXCEPT FOR BREATHING REAL HARD LIKE AN OLD
WORK HORSE WHO PULLS THE HAY WAGONS FOR HAY RIDES...YEAH, LIKE THAT...AND I
JUST SAT OVER AS FAR AS I COULD AGAINST THE PASSENGER DOOR OUT OF A MIXTURE
OF FEAR AND EMBARRASSMENT FOR GETTING CAUGHT BY MY DADDY WITH A DOG'S DICK
IN MY ASS AND YOU SUCKING MY COCK!!!  MAN, I WAS A WISHIN' THAT I WAS
DEAD...YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...!'

Even though I shook my head, he hadn't looked up once since he began this
tale so I just let it be and sat there crossed legged with him on the
ground...and damn it; I couldn't help but wonder if his pooter was healed
enough to give me a piece of ass after he finished the story...I figured
that maybe I could negotiate throwing in a blow job if he agreed!  SHIT!!!
I was horny...and except for Midnight licking off a load once or twice a
day since the last time we were all together, there hadn't been a lot of
action since!

'WE FINALLY GOT TO THE BRIDGE AND THERE SAT OLD MAN JOHNSON'S FARM JEEP OFF
TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.  JOHNSON HAD LEFT IT SITTING THERE WITH SOMETHING
LEAKING OUT OF THE BOTTOM LIKE A THICK SLUDGE.  HE'D WALKED THE COUPLE OF
MILES TO HIS HOUSE AND HAD CALLED YOUR DAD TO COME GET IT!

I knew the Jeep that Jake was talking about because we had it in the shop
about every other month but old Johnson was too tight to admit that it was
used up and not even good enough to sell for spare parts at the junk
yard...that was his problem and dad's profit...just saying!

'VECK JUMPED DOWN FROM THE CAB OF THE WRECKER AND BEGAN HOOKING AND
CHAINING THE JEEP TO THE TOW RIG.  THAT'S ABOUT THE TIME THAT I STARTED
BREATHING AGAIN AND TRIED TO THINK UP AN EXPLANATION THAT WOULD SOUND
CONVINCING WHENEVER HE GOT AROUND TO THE INTERROGATION THAT I WAS SURE
WOULD BE COMING ON THE WAY BACK!'

'HECK, IT DIDN'T TAKE HIM FIFTEEN MINUTES TO SECURE THE PIECE OF SHIT JEEP
AND THEN FROM THE BACK OF THE WRECKER I HEARD MY DADDY CALL MY NAME IN A
FLAT TONED VOICE THAT I HAD NEVER HEARD BEFORE...KINDA EERIE IN IT'S
GRAVELLY BARITONE THAT WOULD MAKE ONE IMAGINE THE PEBBLES OR THE ROCKS
ACTUALLY RUMBLING AND ROLLING AROUND DEEP IN HIS THROAT.

'JAKE!!!  I SAID GIT YOU ASS OUT OF THAT DAMN TRUCK NOW!!!'

'AND I DID...SLOWLY SLIDING DOWN FROM THE PASSENGER SEAT TO THE GROUND AND
PRAYED REAL HARD THAT MY LEGS WOULD SUPPORT MY WORTHLESS ASS.

I STUMBLED AROUND THE SIDE OF THE VEHICLE AND FOUND ALL SIX FOOT ONE OF MY
LANKY FATHER HAD BEGUN TURNING TO WALK
 INTO THE TREE LINE THERE DOWN THE HILL FROM THE BRIDGE AND THE WRECKER.  I
FOLLOWED..........AT A DISTANCE!'

'WHEN WE GOT TO A DOWNED OAK ABOUT A QUARTER OF A MILE INTO THE WOODS, HE
STOPPED AND SQUATTED ON THE DEAD TREE AND WAITED FOR ME TO WALK TOWARDS
HIM.  ALL HE DID WAS NOD TO THE PLACE DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF WHERE HE WAS
SITTING TO INDICATE WHERE HE WANTED ME TO STAND AND I DIDN'T DARE NOT TO.'

'WHEN I GOT WITHIN ABOUT SIX INCHES IN FRONT OF HIS HEAD, HE REACHED UP AND
GRABBED HOLD OF THE WAIST OF MY JEANS AND WITH A SUB-HUMAN STRENGTH THAT HE
MUST OF GOT FROM ALL THOSE YEARS OF THROWING HAY BALES, JERKED MY PANTS
DOWN TO MY ANKLES AND GRABBED HOLD OF MY LIMP COCK AND STUFFED IT AS FAR
DOWN HIS THROAT AS HE COULD WITH IT BEING FLACCID.'

'DAMMIT WILL!!  MY LEGS BUCKLED...BUT HE CAUGHT ME BY THE BALLS AND
SQUEEZED THEM AS IF HE WAS USING A VISE GRIP AND I CAME TO REAL QUICK.
I'LL BE DAMNED IF MY FATHER, ER...VECK, STARTED SUCKING MY COCK LIKE A
STARVING CALF ON IT'S MOMMA'S TEAT...NO SHIT!!!'

'WELL, HELL, WILL, I HADN'T REALLY CUM GOOD AND HARD SINCE YOU'D FUCKED ME
BEFORE OL' MIDNIGHT GOTTA HOLD OF MY ASS SO IT DIDN'T TAKE ANY TIME AT ALL
FOR THE STARCH TO FLOW INTO MY COCK AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF MY DADDY DIDN'T
SEEM TO HAVE A TECHNIQUE OF SWISHING HIS TONGUE RIGHT UNDER THE SWEET SPOT
WHERE THE HEAD AND THE SHAFT COME TOGETHER...YOU KNOW WHERE I MEAN...AND
ALTERNATING THAT WITH PULLING MY SKINNY SWIMMER'S HIPS TOWARD HIS MOUTH AND
ALLOWING MY FAT ASSED COCK TO GO AS FAR DOWN HIS THROAT AS MY PUBS AND
BALLS WOULD ALLOW.'..

'I WAS IN HEAVEN!!!  MY HANDS AND LEGS STARTED JERKING LIKE I HAD THE HOLY
GHOST MOVING MY SPIRIT AND WITH THAT TONGUE AND HIS SWEET BOTTOMLESS PIT OF
A THROAT WORKING ON MY BOY ROOT LIKE THAT, I WAS SOON SPRAYING GLOBS OF MY
LIQUID REWARD DOWN INTO HIS BELLY AND ALL HE DID WAS SIT THERE AND SWALLOW.
HIS ADAM'S APPLE WAS GURGLING UP AND DOWN AND JUST CONTINUED TO PULL
WHATEVER SPUNK THAT I MIGHT HAVE LEFT IN THE SPERM FACTORIES...EVEN I WAS
IMPRESSED AND PROUD OF THE QUANTITY!'

'AS I WAS FALLING BACK INTO MY BODY FROM THAT HAPPY PLACE A MAN GOES WHEN
HE CUMS, I BECAME AWARE OF SOMETHING HOT AND WET SPLATTERING ON MY SHINS
AND CALVES.  IT WAS THE OLD MAN'S DICK JUICE PROJECTILING LIKE A SEVEN YEAR
OLD WITH A WATER CANNON.  I FELT THE VIBRATION OF HIS "OOOOOOH!!!!' AROUND
THE SHAFT OF MY COCK AND EVEN THAT WAS HOT AS HELL...NEVER FELT ANYTHING
LIKE IT BEFORE.'

'VECK BROUGHT THE BOY COCK THAT HE HAD SIRED OUT OF HIS THROAT AND NEVER
LOOKED UP AT ME BUT JUST KEPT PULLING THE SKIN OVER THE HEAD OF HIS COCK TO
MILK OUT THE LAST FEW DROPS. I KNOW I MUST HAVE LOOKED LIKE A DEER CAUGHT
IN HEADLIGHTS, BUT I COULDN'T QUIT LOOKING AT HIS EQUIPMENT....WILL, IT WAS
HUGE...I MEAN TO TELL YOU, PYTHON BIG...I SHIT YOU NOT!!!!'

'MY FATHER STOOD UP AND TUCKED THAT THANG OF HIS DOWN UNDER HIS BALL SACK
THAT WAS STILL INSIDE HIS CANVAS WORK PANTS AND FINALLY LOOKED ME SQUARE IN
THE EYES AND SAID:

"BOY!!!  THIS HERE'S BETWEEN ME AND YOU!!!  GOT ME!!!"

'I NODDED MY NOGGIN WITH THAT SAME WIDE EYED 'OH MY GAWD YES' LOOK THAT I'D
HAD SINCE HE FIRST SWALLOWED MY COCK.  HE TOLD ME TO: 'PULL UP YOUR JEANS
AND GET THAT SORRY ASS BACK TO THE WRECKER.'

'I MOVED SO FAST THAT I COULD HAVE QUALIFIED FOR THE OLYMPIC 40 YARD
DASH...AND PROBABLY SET A NEW WORLD RECORD.  HE TOOK HIS TIME CLIMBING THE
HILL AND I WAS WAITING IN THE CAB OF THE TRUCK LOOKING STRAIGHT AHEAD!'

'MY OLD MAN AND I RODE HOME TOGETHER WITHOUT ANY FURTHER DISCUSSION OR NEED
OF EXPLANATIONS OR WASTING A BREATHE WITH UNNECESSARY COMMENTS OR CRITIQUES
ON TECHNIQUE.  WE BOTH KNEW AND ACKNOWLEDGED THAT MY DADDY WAS A FIRST RATE
DICK SUCKER AND WILLIE, I WAS AS PROUD AND GRATEFUL OF THAT FACT AS I HAD
EVERY BEEN OF THIS MAN WHO HAD RAISED ME ALL THESE SEVENTEEN YEARS!'

'...AND I'M PRETTY SURE HE KNEW HOW I FELT TOO!!!'

SHEP

***WELL FELLAS, HOPEFULLY, IT'S TIME TO GIVE YOU A BREAK SO THAT YOU CAN
EITHER USE YOUR JOCK TO WIPE UP THAT LOAD YOU JUST SHOT OR TO SCOOP IT UP
AND FEED YOURSELF A LIQUID SNACK, YOUR CHOICE!

HELL, YES!!!  THERE'S MORE OF THIS TALE COMING...IF THE CREEK DON'T RISE
AND I CAN FIND MY WAY BACK TO THIS HERE LAPTOP...!!!!

AND LET ME REMIND YOU OF THE NIFTY ADMINISTRATIONS NEED TO EAT AND PAY
RENT, SO IF YOU'VE GOT AN EXTRA TIDBIT LEFT ON THE OLD VISA OR AMERICAN
EXPRESS, SHARE IT WITH THEM SO THAT I'LL HAVE A PLACE TO POST MORE OF THIS
TALE I'VE GOT GOING ON HERE!  I'M SURE THEY'D ALL APPRECIATE IT...just
saying!