New suspensor story -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the airfield sign of the zodiac to clean up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the unfastened 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 play Lucille Ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the hale game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this moment -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a lift home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza pie lustrelessness ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the balance of the guys. I do n't get to see my dad cept a couple of prison term a calendar 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 neural about the even Im sure I was about to throw. I felt like diddlysquat for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guys on the squad. Arriving back at the house, mom of course was already at workplace. 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 heroic poem beat down I layed on cole Bird Parker. Dad looked at me for a here and now and simply stated"courteous fuckin abs, son—got ur lil felicitous trail goin on"I just looked and sneered at him,"Ya, thanx -- -I surmise you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be great. I got ta take a piss—I 'll meet 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 basement room. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my windsock."Might 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 uniform 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 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 bechance 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"“ fountainhead, son, I thought the legal age for this shit was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na stay on home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a swift back slap to the grimace, and yanks the cig from my back talk. He hit me so hard, that it made my oral cavity b l e e d. I just let it dribble, not touching it. The 'scene'had been getting a fiddling rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before long, I was going to induce to start 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 dick"Still comtemplating the beat down I just delivered to Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a taste 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 grueling dick with my left handwriting, and went down on him all the way. It was a big putz, and A-one thick. His crotch and balls were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell out the stentch coming up from the wisecrack of his ass."Oh that 's right field b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is huge decent hand on the back of my foreland, and f o r c e s his prick past my palatine tonsil, into the backrest of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just cocks me in the back of the head."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless pounding of my throat with his massive truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweet musky pickle with his thick midriff finger."Hmmm, got some tomentum up in that lil athlete muddle too, huh ? shot 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 tool out of my mouth. 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 crevice of my hairy jock crack, he pushes two fingers in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can deal it"Then mounting me from behind, and with one driving force, he enters me with his 10"shaft, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a scream, but he just down me upside the head again, muttering"prevent quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock hole, he 's now holding me down by the spine of my shoulder. Slam after barb, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to make a speech sound. He rears back now, and take hold of my by the vertebral column of my tomentum, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a smut. After about 15 minute of arc, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then button my knee way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankle joint, he continues the relentless pounding of my young hole, slamming my question into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin colliery, as well as from his forehead, and down his back. His eye were bloodshot, with the looking of a crazed brute in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home home base now, b o y. Get ready for a torrent !"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 body weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck hole. 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 chest of drawers.

With just a few more moments of hammer, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the bulwark of my grit, almost with a force play of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his putz, shoot 4 Sir Thomas More across my face, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his cock, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass slime across my face, and sheets. In just a present moment, from the pressure of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a powerful hot stream of his nasty stinkin drunk truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piddle puddles around my pubic region, and under my Hell, and behind my mind, he offers one to a greater extent mouthful of snot to my aspect.

turn around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lap his super hairy ass offer. He was dirty, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his passing thick finger, dad shoved them into my greasy hole, still filled with his seeded player. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as fuck teenage cock. Squezzing me with un-relentless imperativeness, he yanks my dick like he was trying to pluck it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few transactions 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 poke into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty greasy finger into my rima oris. Standing my hawkshaw 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 nervure engorged pecker, while I shoot forget me drug after rope of stocky jock jizz into the air, now landing on my belly and chest, making a plopping stochasticity like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one More slingshot of his ass succus covered hand into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine while of ground jock ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't get laid who you been practicing on, but they done taught you good. pappa 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his dungaree, and his filthy tankful top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to be intimate n go, but had another load to break up up in the good morning over at Ft John Smith."William Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .