New athlete Tales -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the sphere house to clean up from the wash up down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the give 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 make for ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the wholly game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this hour -- -the rig is correctly over there -- -need a lift home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza lustrelessness ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the Guy. 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 parkland, to his rig parked on the side street, I was already skittish about the evening Im sure I was about to birth. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the bozo on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of class was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the front end room access, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the secret plan, and the heroic poem beat down I layed on Cole Parker. Dad looked at me for a second and simply stated"squeamish fuckin abs, son—got ur lil felicitous 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 make a piss—I 'll meet you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the bathroom, and proceeded down the stairs to my basement room. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my socks."Might as well loose those baseball game gasp 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 suspensor underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the dresser."Damm, son, your fillin out overnice ! 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 indisputable"It wasnt that I hated so a great deal what was about to occur between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin back talk. As I reached for a smoke—he kept it up."Oh, and the jockstrap now goes for a smoke—that 's real sound for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ wellspring, son, I thought the legal age for this shit was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na quell home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a Sceloporus occidentalis back smack to the nerve, 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 little rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before long, I was going to ingest to part fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'stuff and nonsense, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this shaft"Still comtemplating the cadence down I just delivered to Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a penchant of my own medicine.

I sucked down about half the nursing bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already heavily dick with my leave behind hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big gumshoe, and super thick. His fork and balls were covered in blockheaded sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell 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 huge right on hand on the rachis of my head, and f o r c e s his peter past my tonsils, into the binding of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just cocks me in the back of the caput."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless pounding of my throat with his monolithic truck driving stopcock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my Sweet musky hole with his thick eye finger's breadth."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil athletic supporter hollow too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. Guess I 'll just have to start fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my sass. He reaches for the nite stand drawer, and fishes out the lubricant -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long jet, perfectly landing in the crack of my hairy jock crack, he pushes two fingerbreadth 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"prick, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a scream, but he just pour down me upside the foreland again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock hole, he 's now holding me down by the rear of my articulatio humeri. barb after slam, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to make a sound. He rears back now, and catch my by the backbone of my tomentum, 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 spine, and then pushes my knees way back behind my ear. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless hammer of my Brigham Young hole, slamming my head into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin endocarp, as well as from his frontal bone, and down his back. His eyes were bloodshot, with the look of a madden beast in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home plate plate now, b o y. Get ready 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 full consistency exercising weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck cakehole. He gargled up a mouthful of snoot, then delivered it to my face, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my chin, and dresser.

With just a few Sir Thomas More import of pounding, he finally begins to discharge in my ass. I feel the beginning two blastoff, as they hit the walls of my guts, almost with a force-out of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his gumshoe, shoot 4 more across my face, thorax, and belly. He raked his fist across his shaft, and slings the remainder of his jizz, and my ass slime across my font, and mainsheet. In just a moment, from the pressing of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a powerful hot flow of his nasty stinkin sot truck driving water. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddle around my pubis, and under my colliery, and behind my drumhead, he offers one more mouthful of snoot to my font.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a barker above me, he commands me lo drub his superintendent hairy ass crack. He was grime, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his tiptop thick fingers, dad shoved them into my greasy hole, still filled with his cum. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as fuck teenage cock. Squezzing me with un-relentless atmospheric pressure, he yanks my dick like he was trying to perpetrate 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 More thrust into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty oleaginous fingers into my oral fissure. Standing my dick straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own salvo -- -shooting straight up nearly three feet into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my vein engorged dick, while I shoot rope after rope of duncish jock jizz into the air, now landing on my belly and chest, making a flump dissonance like a bug hitting your windscreen.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more scarf bandage of his ass juice covered paw into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine piece of choice athletic supporter ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't eff 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 snarl at him, thinking if I could kill him, and get away with it.

Dad reaches for his jeans, and his filthy cooler top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to bed n go, but had another lading to pick up in the forenoon over at Ft Julia Evelina Smith."William Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .