New supporter tarradiddle -- -Chptr 7

baseball, orchard apple tree pie, Chevrolet and -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -Dad



As I approached the field house to clean house up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the opened 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 trifle ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the all game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is veracious over there -- -need a face lifting home ?"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 couple of times a calendar month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the park, to his rig parked on the side street, I was already nervous about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying goose egg to the guys on the squad. Arriving back at the family, mom of course of study was already at piece of work. I took off my cleat on entering the front threshold, then shucked off my New Jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the plot, and the epic beat down I layed on Cole Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated"dainty 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 large. I got ta take a piss—I 'll meet you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the electric refrigerator as dad headed for the john, and proceeded down the stairs to my cellar room. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my wind cone."Might as well loose those baseball game bloomers too, son -- -would n't wan na get anything on them that would n't wash out out."I just sneered again at him, and shucked my uniform pants, leaving now only my jockstrap underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the actor's assistant."Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some hair 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 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 mouth. As I reached for a smoke—he kept it up."Oh, and the jock now goes for a smoke—that 's real good for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ Well, son, I thought the legal age for this shucks was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na stay home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a Swift back smack 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 drop, not touching it. The 'scene'had been getting a trivial rougher now over the finish few months, and I feared before long, I was going to own to commence fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'stuff, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the metre down I just delivered to Dorothy Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a taste of my own medicinal drug.

I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already firmly tool with my lead hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big shaft, and top-notch thick. His crotch and chunk were covered in thickheaded sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell the stentch coming up from the crack of his ass."Oh that 's right-hand b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is Brobdingnagian right hand on the rachis of my head, and f o r c e s his dick past my tonsils, into the back of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just strut me in the cover of the caput."Take it b o y, film it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a inexorable hammer of my throat with his monumental truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet-flavored musky muddle with his thick centre finger."Hmmm, got some hairsbreadth up in that lil jockstrap trap too, huh ? supposition you are a man now. shot I 'll just birth to start fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my backtalk. He reaches for the nite stand draftsman, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my hairy jock crack, he pushes two digit in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can cover 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 scream, but he just pops me upside the caput again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jockstrap hole, he 's now holding me down by the book binding of my berm. Slam after slam, as I grunt, under my breather, hardly able to take a sound. He rears back now, and grabs my by the cover of my tomentum, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a porno. After about 15 minutes, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then push button my genu way back behind my spike. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless hammering of my young golf hole, slamming my brain into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin Hell, as well as from his frontal bone, and down his spinal column. His eyes were bloodshot, with the look of a half-crazed brute in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home photographic plate now, b o y. Get quick for a alluvion !"Picking up the tread, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with full body weight, into my now destroyed teenage make out hole. He gargled up a mouthful of snot, then delivered it to my face, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my chin, and chest.

With just a few Thomas More consequence of pounding, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the beginning two shots, as they hit the walls of my guts, almost with a personnel of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his shaft, shoot 4 more across my facial expression, breast, and belly. He raked his fist across his pecker, and slings the leftover of his jizz, and my ass slime across my human face, and bed sheet. In just a bit, from the insistency of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a brawny hot stream of his nasty stinkin drunk hand truck driving peeing. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piddle puddles around my pubes, and under my pits, and behind my head, he offers one more mouthful of snot to my facial expression.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo solve his super hairy ass crack. He was unclean, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his super midst fingers, dad shoved them into my oily hole, still filled with his seed. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as nooky teenage pecker. Squezzing me with un-relentless press, he yanks my dick like he was trying to draw out it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingerbreadth. It only took a few hour before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was certainly to crack a rib. Dad did a few More thrusting into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty oleaginous finger into my mouth. Standing my peter straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own volley -- -shooting straight up nearly three feet into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my vein engorged dick, while I shoot R-2 after rope of thick jock jizz into the air, now landing on my belly and chest, making a plopping haphazardness like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more sling of his ass juice covered bridge player into my typeface."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine slice of prime suspensor ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't bang who you been practicing on, but they done taught you good. papa 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

I just take care up and embrangle at him, thinking if I could kill him, and get away with it.

Dad reaches for his denim, and his foul tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to have sex n go, but had another onus to blame up in the morn over at Ft Adam Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .