New Jock story -- -Chptr 7

Baseball, apple pie, Chevrolet and -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -Dad



As I approached the sphere star sign to cleanse up from the exhaust down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open doorway to the cascade way, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y flirt ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole biz ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a lift house ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza Matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the residual of the guy. I do n't get to see my dad cept a duet of times a 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 nervous about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like horseshit for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the cat on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of course of instruction was already at workplace. I took off my cleats on entering the front man threshold, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the biz, and the epic beat down I layed on Cole 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 guesswork you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be great. I got ta charter 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 stair to my cellar room. Dad showed in just a bit, as I sat and pulled of my wind sock."mightiness as well loose those baseball trouser too, son -- -would n't wan na get anything on them that would n't wash off out."I just sneered again at him, and shucked my consistent pants, leaving now only my jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the chest."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 indisputable"It wasnt that I hated so practically what was about to materialise between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin oral cavity. 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 legal age for this shit was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na stay home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a western fence lizard back slap to the brass, and yanks the cig from my backtalk. He hit me so hard, that it made my backtalk 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 month, and I feared before farsighted, I was going to experience to go 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 cock"Still comtemplating the beat down I just delivered to Dorothy Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a taste of my own medicament.

I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already hard prick with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and super midst. His crotch and balls were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell the stentch coming up from the quip of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is huge right mitt on the back of my head, and f o r c e s his dick past my tonsils, into the back of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just cocks me in the vertebral column of the head."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless throb of my pharynx with his monolithic truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet musky hole with his midst middle fingerbreadth."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil supporter cakehole too, huh ? guessing you are a man now. dead reckoning I 'll just experience to part fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my mouth. He reaches for the nite base drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my hairy athletic supporter crevice, he pushes two fingers 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 drive, he enters me with his 10"cock, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a scream, but he just pop me upside the read/write head again, muttering"hold open quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock hole, he 's now holding me down by the back of my shoulders. sweep after shot, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to make a sound. He rears back now, and grabs my by the binding of my hair, 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 back, and then button my knees way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless throb of my young hole, slamming my head into the rampart behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pitfall, as well as from his os frontale, and down his backbone. His oculus were bloodshot, with the looking at of a crazed fauna in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home plate now, b o y. Get ready for a photoflood !"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 torso free weight, into my now destroyed teenage have a go at it hole. He gargled up a mouthful of snot, then delivered it to my side, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my Kuki, and breast.

With just a few more moments of pounding, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the walls of my gumption, almost with a military unit of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his pecker, shoot 4 more across my grimace, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his dick, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass gunk across my side, and sheet of paper. In just a moment, from the air pressure of the beer, I guess, dad Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go of a powerful hot flow of his smutty stinkin drunk truck driving urine. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddles around my pubes, and under my stone pit, and behind my head, he offers one More taste of snot to my aspect.

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 midst fingers, 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 pecker. Squezzing me with un-relentless pressure, he yanks my hawkshaw like he was trying to get out it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few minute of arc before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my ventilation 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 oily fingerbreadth into my mouth. Standing my gumshoe straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own volley -- -shooting straight up nearly three groundwork into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my vein engorged dick, while I shoot rophy 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 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 fine piece of prime jockstrap ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't bang who you been practicing on, but they done taught you good. dada 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his denim, and his cruddy tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to jazz n go, but had another incumbrance to peck up in the sunup over at Ft Ian Douglas Smith."William Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .