Brady Bunch gone wild
Part 2
Mike Brady Hopped up and down like a bunny in heat, he had less than two minutes until post time at Hollywood downs and it looked like he was not going to be able to get his bet in. mumbling to himself he can't believe all the degenerates that have come to the track today( I skipped work for this he says I need my fucking head examined ) the guy in front of him turns and nods his head in approval( got that right buddy I should have stayed home and played with myself) Mike listens to the announcer call one minute till post time and he erupts to the line ahead of him( COME ON WHILE WE ARE YOUNG) finally reaching the window he blurts out a insane amount of combinations and hands the teller( who shakes his head in pity) two hundred dollars.
Mike races to the rail and watches as the horses bust from the gate, with a gleam in his eye he sees his horse race to the lead, heart pounding, ears ringing, he thinks to himself (today I will finally be a winner) coming around the final turn, Mike looks in horror as the outside horse closes in, pounding his foot and yelling he wills his horse to pick up the speed (COME ON YOU FUCK RUN). Down the stretch they run with Mikes horse losing ground and finally being over taken, falling back his horse is quickly shuffled back to fourth then fifth completely out of the money.
Tossing down his tickets Mike can't believe what he just did, calling out of work behind Carole's back, then driving to the track with less than a quarter of a tank of gas, blowing all his money on one race, this he thinks has to be the worst day of my life. Mikes takes the long walk back to his car and sits dumbfounded in the driver's seat, reaching over he opens up the glove box and pulls out his 9m, placing the gun in his mouth a tear rolls from his eye( good bye to this shit world and good riddance).
Bobby knew that it was wrong for anyone to touch his privates, but this was Mr. Joe Johnson, family friend and the best dam bike shop owner ever. Bobby had seen the back of the bike shop before but this was the first time he had ever seen his bath tub and boy was it neato. Filled with boats and Mr. Johnson in a Nazi sub commander uniform boy was he lucky. Torpedo in the water prepare for direct hit Bobby, yelled Mr. Johnson, Bobby turned around on instinct and waiting for Mr. Johnson to sink his weapon, but to Bobby's surprise it was a bike horn and not Mr. Johnsons torpedo that rammed into Bobby.
Confused Bobby closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the beeps as Mr. Johnson released the squeaks into Bobby's anal, the shining tin cold against his inner sphincter whole, Bobby felt unlike anything that Mr. Johnson had shoved into Bobby's special place before. With hands like the wind Mr. Johnson flipped Bobby around and looked with piercing eyes at Bobby (you are my good friend and this is our secret right?) Stumbling for words, and the bike horn squeaking wildly in Bobby's ass, Bobby just nodded in silence as terror gripped his young soul.
To be continued