It’s not unusual for a variety of reasons that a country boy learn early what a rusty Gillespie is and how powerfully the silent message of respect and/or submission is sent in this timeless right of passage taught usually by the boy’s father with the intention that the boy will service the father’s asshole with his smiling, eager to please mouth, and likely all the fathers friends if the boy shows a knack for this. My big strapping cornfed hard working burly pop who had this MASSIVE wide round hairy working man’s ASS. The level of stank and often the amount of tackiness from all that assjulce built up during his tough work sat and thick shit skits and dingle berries in dad’s butt hairs made training to be dads TP, buttsuck, and gas receptacle so challenging, nasty, AND rewarding. And the look of pride he had watching his best bud, a massive black meathead, squat daily on his young son’s flushed , confused, nauseated, scared face was lewd and encouraging, and demanding that giving that huge black stank tube a deep cleaning and that I ASK & beg for him to fart. I was a child prodigy BLACK rusty Gillespie player.