New supporter tale -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the domain mansion to clean house up from the beat down I just delovered to kail Charles Christopher Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open 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 entirely game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this mo -- -the rig is mightily over there -- -need a rhytidectomy home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza pie Matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guy wire. I do n't get to see my dad cept a couple of times a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the ballpark, to his rig parked on the side of meat street, I was already skittish about the even Im sure I was about to consume. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying zilch to the guy rope on the squad. Arriving back at the house, mom of class was already at employment. I took off my cleats on entering the straw man doorway, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the biz, and the epic beat down I layed on Cole Dorothy Rothschild Parker. Dad looked at me for a second and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil happy lead 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 assume a piss—I 'll cope with you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the electric refrigerator as dad headed for the bath, and proceeded down the stairs to my basement way. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my air-sleeve."mightiness as well loose those baseball game drawers 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 consistent bloomers, leaving now only my athlete underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the dresser."Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some fuzz on ur ass, I see"“ Ya, I figured u like that"I threw the feeding 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 practically what was about to come about between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin mouth. As I reached for a smoke—he kept it up."Oh, and the jock now goes for a smoke—that 's rattling good for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ Well, son, I thought the legal age for this shit was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na stay home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a swift back slap to the aspect, and yanks the cig from my mouth. He hit me so hard, that it made my mouthpiece b l e e d. I just let it drip, not touching it. The 'scene'had been getting a little rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before long, I was going to suffer 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 prick"Still comtemplating the pulse down I just delivered to Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the room access, and I was about to get a taste of my own medicine.

I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already punishing dick with my forget hired hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big hawkshaw, and A-one midst. His crotch and clod were covered in dense sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could sense the stentch coming up from the fracture of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is huge in good order manus on the back of my nous, and f o r c e s his dick past my tonsils, into the rachis of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just swagger me in the backrest of the headspring."Take it b o y, aim it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a unforgiving pounding of my throat with his monolithic hand truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my odoriferous musky kettle of fish with his thick middle finger."Hmmm, got some pilus up in that lil jockstrap maw too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. conjecture I 'll just feature to start fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my mouth. He reaches for the nite rack drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a retentive squirt, perfectly landing in the chap of my hairy athletic supporter offer, he pushes two digit 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 thrust, he enters me with his 10"cock, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a shrieking, but he just pop up me upside the head again, muttering"go along quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock cakehole, he 's now holding me down by the spine of my shoulders. dig after barb, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to make a audio. 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 proceedings, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then push button my knees way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankle, he continues the relentless pounding of my young muddle, slamming my brain into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his excessively bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his spinal column. His eyes were bloodshot, with the looking at of a crazed animal in them. In a few instant, finally he said"headed for home dental plate now, b o y. Get quick for a flood !"Picking up the rate, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with fully consistency weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck hole. He gargled up a mouthful of prig, then delivered it to my aspect, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my mentum, and chest.

With just a few Thomas More moments of pounding, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the first two slam, as they hit the walls of my guts, almost with a force of having been guess. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his putz, shoot 4 more across my fount, bureau, and belly. He raked his clenched fist across his dick, and slings the remainder of his jizz, and my ass slime across my face, and sheets. In just a consequence, from the pressure of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a powerful hot stream of his nasty stinkin drunk truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his water puddles around my pubis, and under my pits, and behind my mind, he offers one Thomas More mouthful of snot to my case.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggie above me, he commands me lo lick his super hairy ass wisecrack. He was dirty, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his ace midst finger's breadth, dad shoved them into my greasy trap, still filled with his seed. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as fuck teenage dick. Squezzing me with un-relentless press, he yanks my shaft like he was trying to pull it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his digit. It only took a few min before I started trembling at my second joint, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure as shooting to break through a rib. Dad did a few more jab into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty oleaginous fingerbreadth into my mouth. Standing my shaft straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own salvo -- -shooting straight up nearly three feet into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my pharynx, and jacking my nervure engorged dick, while I shoot rope after rope of fatheaded suspensor jizz into the air, now landing on my venter and chest, making a plopping haphazardness like a bug hitting your windscreen.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one Thomas More slingshot of his ass juice covered hand into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one o.k. piece of choice athlete ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't know who you been practicing on, but they done taught you commodity. dada '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 blue jean, and his filthy storage tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to be intimate n go, but had another cargo to beak up in the morning over at Ft Ian Douglas Smith."William Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .