Sextant Rail Short Story

"Sextant Rail Short Story", by Anonymous

 

> Be Sextant Rail.

> Playing some Team Horsetress 2 on dadgum addin' machine, drinking your twentieth bottle of Jack that evening.

> Starting to feel the slightest tingle of a buzz comin' on.

> Suddenly, the door opens.

> It's your son, Golden Brisk.

> He looks nervous.

"What's happenin' there, son?"

> He sniffles a bit. "D... dad?"

"Come on, now, boy. Out with it."

> "I... I think I might be gay and oh gosh I'm so sorry I know that's not very manly but I... I just had to get this out I don't know please don't disown me I--"

> Poor thing's practically hyperventilating.

> You try to pause your game, and somehow launch the keyboard across the room in the process. Oh well.

"Now, Golden."

> Little tears are welling up in his sparkling eyes. He can hardly bare to look at you.

"I'd never disown you for bein' into other colts. Come on, now! You're my own flesh and blood!"

> "B-b-b-but it's just so un-manly!"

> You chuckle.

"Son, what's manlier than a throbbing, veiny stallion cock?"

> You watch you son stop a think for a second, his eyes turned towards the ceiling, with a hoof raised to his mouth.

> "Well, n... nothing, I guess."

"Exactly! A turgid cock's just about the third manliest thing there is. About tied with bear wrasslin', and just under giant waterbear wrasslin', and, of course."

> You put one hoof on his head, tussling his mane. It shimmers in the light from the lightbulb hanging over head.

> Probably should get a cover for that one of these days.

> Also the dry walls starting to crack dammit where were you?

"There's nothing un-manly about appreciating a nice hunk of wang, even exclusively. In fact, some might even say that's distilled masculinity, right there!"

 

> Golden Brisk rubs his damp eyes with the back of a fetlock.

> "R... really dad? You... really think so?"

> You smile.

"I know so, son. But, there's one thing I ask -- nay, demand! -- of you."

> "What is it, dad?"

"If you're going to be a cocksucker, you better be the best dadgurmed cocksucker that ever sucked a cock. Ya hear?"

> Golden Brisk's smile is now mirroring your own.

> "I will, dad! That's a promise!"

"I know you will, son. I got FAITH in you, boy. Now get out of here and wash up for dinner."

> He starts to leave, turns back around, gives you a quick hug, and prances out of the room.

> The door shuts behind him.

> As soon as he's out of view, a single, manly tear rolls down your cheek.

"They grow up so fast."

> You're so gosh-damned proud of your son!