New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 7

Baseball, apple pie, Chevrolet and -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -Dad



As I approached the field house to houseclean up from the beat down I just delovered to kale Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the capable doorway to the shower room, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y play ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole plot ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this hour -- -the rig is right field over there -- -need a lift domicile ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza Matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guys. I do n't get to see my dad cept a pair of times a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the park, to his rig parked on the English street, I was already nervous about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like dirt for blowing off Ricky, and saying zero to the guy wire on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of form was already at work. I took off my cleat on entering the movement doorway, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the plot, and the epic beat down I layed on kail Charles Christopher Parker. Dad looked at me for a mo and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil well-chosen trail goin on"I just looked and sneered at him,"Ya, thanx -- -I guess you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be great. I got ta get hold of a piss—I 'll fulfil you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the electric refrigerator as dad headed for the lav, and proceeded down the steps to my basement way. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my socks."Might as well loose those baseball pants too, son -- -would n't wan na get anything on them that would n't wash out."I just sneered again at him, and shucked my uniform pants, leaving now only my athlete underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the toilet table."Damm, son, your fillin out overnice ! Got some hairsbreadth on ur ass, I see"“ Ya, I figured u like that"I threw the bottle of beer at him, now reclined on my bed. As I popped the cap on my own, dad remarked"Oh—so the b o y is all grown up and drinkin too, huh ?"“ Im 15 now dad"“ Oh ya—your a man, for sure"It wasnt that I hated so a good deal what was about to happen between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin lip. As I reached for a smoke—he kept it up."Oh, and the suspensor now goes for a smoke—that 's real good for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ wellspring, son, I thought the sound age for this mother fucker was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na last out home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a swift back slap to the face, and yanks the cig from my mouth. He hit me so hard, that it made my mouth b l e e d. I just let it dribble, not touching it. The 'scene'had been getting a piffling rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before hanker, I was going to cause to start fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'material, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the beatnik down I just delivered to Charlie Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a taste of my own medicine.

I sucked down about half the nursing bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already hard dick with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and tops thick. His fork and globe were covered in thick sweaty pilus, and as I engulfed him, I could smell the stentch coming up from the crack of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is vast rightfulness hand on the back of my brain, and f o r c e s his dick past my tonsils, into the vertebral column of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just swagger me in the back of the head."Take it b o y, pack it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a unappeasable pounding of my throat with his massive hand truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet musky hole with his thick heart digit."Hmmm, got some tomentum up in that lil jock pickle too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. guesswork I 'll just have to originate fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his peter out of my mouth. He reaches for the nite sales booth drawer, and fishes out the lubricant -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the fracture of my hirsute jockstrap cracking, he pushes two fingers in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can handle it"Then mounting me from behind, and with one poke, he enters me with his 10"cock, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a scream, but he just bulge out me upside the head teacher again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock hole, he 's now holding me down by the back of my shoulder. Slam after gibe, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to make a sound. He rears back now, and grabs my by the back of my hair, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a erotica. After about 15 minutes, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my spine, and then push my knee way back behind my ears. Holding me by my mortise joint, he continues the relentless buffeting of my Lester Willis Young hole, slamming my fountainhead into the rampart behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin cavity, as well as from his forehead, and down his back. His center were bloodshot, with the look of a crazed animal in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home plate now, b o y. Get gear up for a flood tide !"Picking up the pace, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with wax physical structure weight, into my now destroyed teenage bed golf hole. He gargled up a taste of prig, then delivered it to my grimace, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my Chin, and thorax.

With just a few to a greater extent instant of pound, he finally begins to drop in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the rampart of my guts, almost with a force of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his dick, shoot 4 more across my face, thorax, and belly. He raked his clenched fist across his dick, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass goop across my side, and tabloid. In just a instant, from the force per unit area of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a powerful hot stream of his nasty stinkin rummy truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddles around my pubes, and under my endocarp, and behind my head, he offers one more mouthful of snot to my face.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo puzzle out his superintendent hairy ass crack. He was dingy, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his superintendent thick fingers, dad shoved them into my sebaceous hole, still filled with his seed. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as fuck teenage hammer. Squezzing me with un-relentless pressure, he yanks my dick like he was trying to pull it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few transactions before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure to break a rib. Dad did a few more jabbing into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty greasy fingers into my mouth. Standing my dick straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own volley -- -shooting straight up nearly three base into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my pharynx, and jacking my vein engorged prick, while I shoot rope after rophy of slurred jock jizz into the air, now landing on my stomach and chest, making a plopping noise like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one Sir Thomas More sling of his ass succus covered mitt into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one OK small-arm of blossom athlete ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't recognize who you been practicing on, but they done taught you estimable. Daddy 's proud of his lil title-holder tonight !

I just look up and snarl at him, thinking if I could kill him, and get away with it.

Dad reaches for his denim, and his smutty tankful top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to do it n go, but had another freight to clean up in the break of day over at Ft Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .