[m] We're on the ball


POSTED: Wed May 16, 2018 9:28 pm

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He did find it nice to be settled down again, constantly traveling didn't agree with his digestion and it made it hard to work his way into beds when he was on the move all the time.

He eyed the broad that his brother had taken to mate as he briefly caught a glimpse of her, she was too hot for Andrew, that crotch sniffer had a strange funny look about him. John liked to think that he'd inherited their absent father's good looks. John was still certain that he'd probably drugged her or something.

If John were even more of an asshole than he already was, he might have thought about trying to bone his brother's wife but in fact, John did have some type of a bar set, no matter how low it was settled (and it was so low that John could have simply stepped over it). Brother's wives were off limit, so he simply huffed out and breath and padded off in the other direction, towards the river.

John was an obvious hybrid and despite his heavy coyote features, there was something of a wolfish cast to him, not that he really gave much thought to it; his parents had fucked because of a jacket after-all.

Next to the river he settled down to give his nuts the desired attention they deserve, quite loudly.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 04, 2018 10:30 pm

Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we die

With summer in full swing, Boone took to the river with his father's fishing pole slung lazily against the flat of his shoulder. He like to fish, but Boone particularly like fishing alone. As gregarious as Boone could be, he started appreciating alone time more and more as he aged. It was a good time to sit back and recharge -- enjoy a joint and plan world domination.

The little things, ya know?

As Boone came upon the river, he noticed an unfamiliar scent that reminded him of some unholy intermingling of a skunk and his father. Word traveled within the family and Redtooth had told the kids that Uncle John had come all the way from Homestead to come stay with the family. First, Boone was wary as he was with all strangers, but after hearing a few choice stories from Redtooth, he actually looked forward to meeting the man.

Boone passed through the brush to see the man in all his glory, pleasuring himself with his legs splayed out. Boone gagged. "Fuckin' gross, man," he cried, face scrunching with disgust.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 25, 2018 7:40 pm

Johnathan Winthrop


He was interrupted, most rudely by the boy he knew at once. He had often done the same thing to Andrew and honestly it never got any less fuckin' funny. He laughed out loud, and made sure to stretch out his leg just a touch more obscenely, wriggling his toes.

"What's the matter boy, ain't never cleaned your own nuts before." His tongue, which had been previously engaged, now hung loosely from his mouth. Red had given him a run down on a few of the boy's antics, and John already liked the kid even though he was apparently a complete little shit. Sounds just like his jam to be honest.\

He stretched out luxuriously,

"So, you're Boone huh. I'll be honest with you, I totally think yer dad has yer Ma drugged." He laughed, a full throat-ed thing, "She's too pretty for the likes of him." He scratched at the side of his neck and then stood to shake out his fur.

It was there though, in his eyes and in the set of his shoulders and his voice, Johnathan was the embodiment of mischievous energy, not much was beneath him. It was only a hint of what Andrew carried but in John it had been refined to a hardened point.

What despicable lies you hide
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