New jockstrap Tales -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the arena mansion to clean up from the drum down I just delovered to Cole Charlie Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open doorway to the cascade elbow room, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y roleplay testis ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the entirely game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is good over there -- -need a lift home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the bozo. I do n't get to see my dad cept a yoke of times a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the common, to his rig parked on the side street, I was already unquiet about the eventide Im sure I was about to have. I felt like squat for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guy rope on the team. Arriving back at the theater, mom of course was already at employment. I took off my cleats on entering the front doorway, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the game, and the epos beat down I layed on cole Dorothy Rothschild Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil happy trail goin on"I just looked and sneered at him,"Ya, thanx -- -I guess you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be big. I got ta take on a piss—I 'll meet you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the can, and proceeded down the stairs to my basement room. Dad showed in just a moment, as I sat and pulled of my socks."power as well loose those baseball gasp too, son -- -would n't wan na get anything on them that would n't wash away out."I just sneered again at him, and shucked my unvarying drawers, leaving now only my jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the actor's assistant."Damm, son, your fillin out squeamish ! Got some hair 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 much 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 honorable 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 blue-belly 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 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 deliver to get going 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 prick"Still comtemplating the beatnik down I just delivered to Yardbird Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the doorway, and I was about to get a preference 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 hard pecker with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and exceedingly thick. His crotch and balls were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell out the stentch coming up from the fling of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is huge right hand on the back of my head, and f o r c e s his dick past my tonsil, into the back of my pharynx. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just cocks me in the book binding of the chief."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a unappeasable pounding of my pharynx with his monolithic truck driving stopcock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet musky hole with his thick heart finger."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil athlete hole too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. dead reckoning I 'll just bear to get going fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his tool out of my mouthpiece. He reaches for the nite stand drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a longsighted squirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my haired jock crack, he pushes two finger 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 howler, but he just pops me upside the caput again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite athlete cakehole, he 's now holding me down by the vertebral column of my shoulders. Slam after sweep, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly capable to puddle a sound. He rears back now, and snaffle my by the binding of my hair's-breadth, 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 back, and then pushes my knees way back behind my spike. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my young maw, slamming my head into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his too bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his back. His eyes were bloodshot, with the expression of a craze animate being in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home plateful now, b o y. Get cook for a rising 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 dead body exercising weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck jam. 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 Kuki, and chest.

With just a few more than import of pounding, he finally begins to unlade in my ass. I feel the 1st two crack, as they hit the paries of my guts, almost with a military force of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his dick, shoot 4 Sir Thomas More across my side, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his dick, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass ooze across my cheek, and shroud. In just a import, from the air pressure of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a powerful hot current of his nasty stinkin sot truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddles around my pubic region, and under my pits, 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 figure out his super hairy ass chap. He was dirty, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his tiptop midst fingers, dad shoved them into my greasy hole, still filled with his germ. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as fuck teenage cock. Squezzing me with un-relentless pressure, he yanks my peter like he was trying to pull it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few minutes before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was indisputable to break up a rib. Dad did a few more than jabbing into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty oleaginous fingers into my mouth. Standing my hawkshaw 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 shaft, while I shoot rope after rope of thick supporter jizz into the air, now landing on my venter and chest of drawers, making a plump down noise like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one Sir Thomas More slingshot of his ass succus covered hand into my aspect."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one ok piece of prime jock 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 good. Daddy 's proud of his lil title-holder tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his dungaree, and his filthy tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to fuck n go, but had another cargo to pick up in the good morning over at Ft Joseph Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .