New Jock story -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the field sign of the zodiac to clean up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Yardbird Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the loose room access 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 bet globe ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the all plot ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a lift dwelling ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza lusterlessness ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guy wire. I do n't get to see my dad cept a span of fourth dimension a 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 give. I felt like squat for blowing off Ricky, and saying nada to the guys on the squad. Arriving back at the house, mom of track was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the forepart threshold, then shucked off my island of Jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the secret plan, and the epic beat down I layed on kail Charles Christopher Parker. Dad looked at me for a import and simply stated"overnice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil felicitous 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 take a piss—I 'll see 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 instant, as I sat and pulled of my air-sleeve."mightiness as well loose those baseball gasp 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 unvarying pants, leaving now only my jock 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 pilus on ur ass, I see"“ Ya, I figured u like that"I threw the bottleful 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 go on between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin mouthpiece. As I reached for a smoke—he kept it up."Oh, and the jock now goes for a smoke—that 's substantial expert 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 persist home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a Swift back smack to the face, and yanks the cig from my sassing. 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 have to bulge fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'stuff, and you can just creep up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the beat down I just delivered to Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the room access, and I was about to get a mouthful of my own medical specialty.

I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already concentrated dick with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big pecker, and ace midst. His crotch and balls were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could reek the stentch coming up from the shot of his ass."Oh that 's ripe b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is immense right script on the back of my oral sex, and f o r c e s his cock past my tonsilla, into the back of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just strut me in the back of the head."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a unforgiving throbbing of my throat with his massive truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet musky maw with his thick midriff finger."Hmmm, got some hairsbreadth up in that lil jock maw too, huh ? supposition you are a man now. guess I 'll just birth to start fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my mouthpiece. He reaches for the nite stand drawer, and fishes out the lubricant -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my haired jock scissure, he pushes two fingers in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can palm 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 jock mess, he 's now holding me down by the cover of my articulatio humeri. Slam after slam, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able-bodied 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 porn. After about 15 mo, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my spinal column, and then push button my genu way back behind my pinna. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless buffeting of my young jam, slamming my head into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his excessively bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his frontal bone, and down his binding. His eyes were bloodshot, with the facial expression of a crazed animate being in them. In a few instant, finally he said"headed for home shell now, b o y. Get ready for a flood !"Picking up the gait, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with wax body weightiness, into my now destroyed teenage fuck cakehole. He gargled up a mouthful of snob, then delivered it to my facial expression, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my chin, and chest.

With just a few more minute of throb, he finally begins to discharge in my ass. I feel the first two gibe, as they hit the walls of my guts, almost with a military unit of having been guess. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his dick, shoot 4 more than across my look, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his prick, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass gunk across my cheek, and flat solid. In just a moment, from the imperativeness of the beer, I guess, dad Lashkar-e-Toiba go of a right hot flow of his nasty stinkin rummy truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his water puddle around my loins, and under my pits, and behind my school principal, he offers one more mouthful of snob to my face.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lick his super 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 greasy 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 pressing, he yanks my prick 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 thigh, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure to crack up a rib. Dad did a few Thomas More jabs into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty greasy digit 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 pharynx, and jacking my vein engorged dick, while I shoot rope after roofy of thick jock jizz into the air, now landing on my belly and chest, making a plopping noise like a bug hitting your windscreen.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more than sling of his ass juice covered hand into my typeface."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one exquisitely musical composition of prime jock ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't have a go at it who you been practicing on, but they done taught you honest. pa 's proud of his lil champion 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 tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to fuck n go, but had another load to piece up in the first light over at Ft Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .