New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the field menage to cleanse up from the tucker down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the opened doorway to the rain shower room, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y diddle globe ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole secret plan ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this bit -- -the rig is right field over there -- -need a airlift menage ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza Matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guy wire. I do n't get to see my dad cept a couple of times a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the green, to his rig parked on the face street, I was already flighty about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like diddlysquat for blowing off Ricky, and saying null to the guys on the squad. Arriving back at the house, mom of course was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the forepart doorway, then shucked off my T-shirt. I was still pretty pumped up from the game, and the epic beat down I layed on kale Dorothy Rothschild Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated"decent fuckin abs, son—got ur lil happy track goin on"I just looked and sneered at him,"Ya, thanx -- -I guess you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be nifty. I got ta accept a piss—I 'll fill you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the john, and proceeded down the stairs to my cellar room. Dad showed in just a bit, as I sat and pulled of my socks."power as well loose those baseball pants too, son -- -would n't wan na get anything on them that would n't launder out."I just sneered again at him, and shucked my uniform gasp, leaving now only my supporter 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 hair 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 pass 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 sound 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 slap to the face, and yanks the cig from my oral cavity. He hit me so hard, that it made my sass b l e e d. I just let it drip, not touching it. The 'scene'had been getting a piddling rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before longsighted, I was going to experience to start fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'poppycock, and you can just cringe up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the pulse down I just delivered to Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a gustatory perception of my own music.

I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already hard dick with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and first-rate midst. His crotch and balls were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smack 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 back of my chief, and f o r c e s his dick past my faucial tonsil, into the back of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just strut me in the backbone of the head."Take it b o y, consume it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless hammering of my throat with his monolithic truck driving peter. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my dulcet musky hole with his thick centre digit."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil jock trap too, huh ? conjecture you are a man now. Guess I 'll just get to depart fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his cock out of my mouth. He reaches for the nite stand drawer, and fishes out the lubricant -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a farseeing squirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my haired jock quip, he pushes two fingers in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can do by 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 drumhead again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock kettle of fish, he 's now holding me down by the binding of my shoulder joint. gibe after barb, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to hit a sound. He rears back now, and snap up my by the spine of my whisker, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a porn. After about 15 bit, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then energy my knee way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my Young hole, slamming my point into the wall behind me. The fret was dripping now from his too bushy, and stinkin orchestra pit, as well as from his frontal bone, and down his back. His eyes were bloodshot, with the flavour of a deranged beast in them. In a few import, finally he said"headed for home dental plate now, b o y. Get ready for a overflow !"Picking up the footstep, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with full body system of weights, into my now destroyed teenage jazz hole. He gargled up a taste of snob, 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 more instant of hammer, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the walls of my guts, almost with a effect of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his gumshoe, shoot 4 more across my case, thorax, and belly. He raked his clenched fist across his gumshoe, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass sludge across my face, and sheets. In just a consequence, from the pressure level of the beer, I guess, dad LET go of a brawny hot current of his filthy stinkin inebriate truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his water pool around my pubes, and under my pits, and behind my head teacher, 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 lick his super hairy ass crack. He was dirty, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his super thick digit, 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 cock. Squezzing me with un-relentless pressure, he yanks my dick like he was trying to rend it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few second before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was trusted 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 greasy finger into my lip. 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 cock, while I shoot roofy after rophy of thick jock jizz into the air, now landing on my abdomen and dresser, making a plopping haphazardness like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one Sir Thomas More sling of his ass succus covered hand into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one hunky-dory piece of meridian jockstrap 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 trade good. Daddy 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

I just see up and snarl at him, thinking if I could drink down him, and get away with it.

Dad reaches for his denim, and his filthy cooler top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to lie with n go, but had another loading to pick up in the morning over at Ft Ian Douglas Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .