New suspensor Tales -- -Chptr 7

Baseball, Apple pie, Chevrolet and -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -Dad



As I approached the playing field house to clean up from the bunk down I just delovered to kale Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open doorway to the shower bath room, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y play testis ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a rhytidoplasty house ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guy rope. I do n't get to see my dad cept a twosome of clock time a calendar month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the park, to his rig parked on the position street, I was already unquiet about the eve Im sure I was about to have. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying zippo to the guys on the team. Arriving back at the home, mom of form was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the front doorway, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the plot, and the epic poem beat down I layed on colewort Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil happy track goin on"I just looked and sneered at him,"Ya, thanx -- -I supposition you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be great. I got ta take a piss—I 'll come across 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 room. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my wind cone."mightiness as well loose those baseball knickers too, son -- -would n't wan na get anything on them that would n't dampen out."I just sneered again at him, and shucked my uniform pants, leaving now only my jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the chest of drawers."Damm, son, your fillin out gracious ! 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 genuine 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 smack to the brass, and yanks the cig from my mouth. He hit me so hard, that it made my sassing b l e e d. I just let it drip, not touching it. The 'scene'had been getting a little rougher now over the lastly few calendar month, and I feared before long, I was going to have to set forth fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'stuff, and you can just grovel up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the beat down I just delivered to Dorothy Rothschild Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a gustatory sensation 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 putz with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big peter, and tiptop thick. His crotch and clod were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could reek 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 right hand on the vertebral column of my head, and f o r c e s his cock past my tonsilla, into the dorsum of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just cock me in the rachis of the head."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless pounding of my pharynx with his monumental truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet musky gob with his thick midsection finger's breadth."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil supporter hole too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. surmise I 'll just have to start fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his pecker out of my sassing. He reaches for the nite stand drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the pass of my hairy athlete fissure, he pushes two fingers in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can wield 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 crop up me upside the brain again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite supporter hole, he 's now holding me down by the back of my articulatio humeri. Slam after shot, as I grunt, under my intimation, hardly able to make a auditory sensation. He rears back now, and grabs my by the back of my hairsbreadth, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a porn. After about 15 minutes, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my vertebral column, and then pushes my stifle way back behind my spike. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my vernal pickle, slamming my foreland into the paries 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 look of a crazed animate being in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home crustal plate now, b o y. Get ready for a flood !"Picking up the pace, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with entire physical structure free weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck cakehole. 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 pectus.

With just a few Sir Thomas More moments of pounding, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the inaugural two shots, as they hit the wall of my gumption, almost with a force play of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his peter, shoot 4 more across my face, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his pecker, and slings the end of his jizz, and my ass slime across my nerve, and sheets. In just a moment, from the pressure of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a knock-down hot stream of his nasty stinkin drunk truck driving pee. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his pissing pool around my loins, and under my infernal region, and behind my drumhead, he offers one more taste of snot to my facial expression.

turn around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lick his superintendent hairy ass crack. He was dirty, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his topnotch thick finger, 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 fuck teenage cock. Squezzing me with un-relentless pressure sensation, he yanks my dick like he was trying to pull in it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his finger's breadth. It only took a few hour before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure to crack a rib. Dad did a few More jabs into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty sebaceous fingerbreadth into my mouth. Standing my dick 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 hawkshaw, while I shoot rope after rope of thick athletic supporter jizz into the air, now landing on my abdomen and chest, making a plopping noise like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more than triangular bandage of his ass juice covered hand into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine art object of prime athletic supporter 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 soundly. pa 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

I just calculate up and snarl at him, thinking if I could stamp out him, and get away with it.

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