New jock Tales -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the field of study theater to strip up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open doorway to the exhibitor room, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y run ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a face lift domicile ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza lusterlessness ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the repose of the hombre. I do n't get to see my dad cept a duad of time a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the park, to his rig parked on the English street, I was already uneasy about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guy cable on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of trend was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the front doorway, then shucked off my NJ. I was still pretty pumped up from the game, and the epic poem beat down I layed on Brassica oleracea acephala Dorothy Rothschild Parker. Dad looked at me for a import and simply stated"dainty 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 get together you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the bath, and proceeded down the step to my basement room. Dad showed in just a minute of arc, as I sat and pulled of my air sock."might as well loose those baseball game pants 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 uniform bloomers, leaving now only my jockstrap underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the actor's assistant."Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some hair's-breadth 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 happen 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 athletic supporter now goes for a smoke—that 's tangible goodness 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 home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a western fence lizard back slap to the font, and yanks the cig from my sass. 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 petty rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before long, I was going to have to start fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'stuff, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this pecker"Still comtemplating the meter 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 tool with my left script, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and super thick. His crotch and musket ball were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell the stentch coming up from the cranny of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is Brobdingnagian right hand on the back of my head, and f o r c e s his pecker past my tonsils, into the book binding of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just prance me in the binding of the foreland."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless pounding of my throat with his monumental truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my mellifluous musky hole with his thick middle finger."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil suspensor 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 mouth. He reaches for the nite standpoint drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the cranny of my hairy jock crack, he pushes two finger 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 poking, 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 mind again, muttering"keep open quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite athlete kettle of fish, he 's now holding me down by the back of my berm. Slam after gibe, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to make a speech sound. He rears back now, and seize my by the rear 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 pushes my knees way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my Young jam, slamming my school principal into the wall behind me. The stew was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his spinal column. His eyes were bloodshot, with the look of a craze animal in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home home now, b o y. Get ready for a flood !"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 body weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck hole. He gargled up a taste 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.

With just a few more instant of throb, he finally begins to unload in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the bulwark of my guts, almost with a force of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his tool, shoot 4 Sir Thomas More across my face, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his dick, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass slime across my expression, and sheet of paper. In just a minute, from the pressure of the beer, I guess, dad Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go of a powerful hot stream of his smutty stinkin drunk motortruck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddles around my pubes, and under my nether region, and behind my head, he offers one more than mouthful of snot to my expression.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lick his super hairy ass pass. He was unclean, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his super thick fingerbreadth, dad shoved them into my greasy maw, still filled with his germ. 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 pull it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few mo before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure to snap a rib. Dad did a few to a greater extent poking into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty greasy finger into my oral fissure. Standing my dick straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own volley -- -shooting straight up nearly three substructure into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my venous blood vessel engorged dick, while I shoot rope after roach of slurred jock jizz into the air, now landing on my venter and dresser, making a plank interference like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more than sling of his ass juice covered hand into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine piece of prime quantity jock 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 sound. pop 's proud of his lil champion tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his jeans, and his filthy armored combat vehicle top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to fuck n go, but had another freight to pick up in the break of day over at Ft David Smith."William Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .