New Jock taradiddle -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the athletic field house to clean up from the beat down I just delovered to colewort Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open up doorway to the shower elbow room, I almost bumped into him -- -DAD."Dad -- -- what are you doing here ?"“ What—ca n't come see my b o y play ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole plot ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this hour -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a rhytidoplasty home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza lustrelessness ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the bozo. 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 park, to his rig parked on the side of meat street, I was already unquiet about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like hoot for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guys on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of course was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the front doorway, then shucked off my tee shirt. I was still pretty pumped up from the game, and the epic beat down I layed on Cole Yardbird 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 guess you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be neat. I got ta remove a piss—I 'll touch you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the electric refrigerator as dad headed for the lavatory, and proceeded down the stairs to my cellar room. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my wind sock."Might as well loose those baseball pants 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 jockstrap underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the chest."Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some tomentum 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 as shooting"It wasnt that I hated so very 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 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 diddly-shit 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 mouth. He hit me so hard, that it made my back talk 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-place few calendar month, and I feared before long, I was going to accept 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 cower up here to ur ole man, and get on this shaft"Still comtemplating the beat down I just delivered to Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the room access, and I was about to get a tasting of my own medicinal drug.

I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already hard cock with my left-hand manus, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and ace thick. His genitalia and chunk were covered in thick sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell out 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 proper hired man on the back of my headland, 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 rachis of the head."Take it b o y, withdraw it"He rolled me over on my face, and begins a relentless pound of my throat with his massive truck driving cock. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my perfumed musky hole with his thick middle finger."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil athlete hole too, huh ? shot you are a man now. surmisal I 'll just give birth 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 rack drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long spurt, perfectly landing in the crack of my haired jock offer, he pushes two finger's breadth 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 push, he enters me with his 10"stopcock, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a screaming, but he just toss off me upside the foreland again, muttering"sustain quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock hole, he 's now holding me down by the back of my shoulder. Slam after slam, as I grunt, under my breathing space, hardly able to make a speech sound. He rears back now, and snap up my by the rachis of my fuzz, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a porno. After about 15 second, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my binding, and then thrust my knees way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my Whitney Moore Young Jr. mess, slamming my oral sex into the wall behind me. The perspiration was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his back. His eyes were bloodshot, with the tone of a crazed brute in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home home base now, b o y. Get cook for a flood !"Picking up the rate, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with total body weight, into my now destroyed teenage have sex golf 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.

With just a few More moment of pounding, he finally begins to set down in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the paries of my guts, almost with a force of having been nip. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his shaft, shoot 4 more across my face, chest, and belly. He raked his fist across his cock, and slings the oddment of his jizz, and my ass muck across my face, and sheets. In just a second, from the pressure of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a hefty hot stream of his cruddy stinkin drunk truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his pissing puddles around my pubes, and under my pits, and behind my head, he offers one to a greater extent taste of snot to my case.

turn around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lick his super hairy ass crack. He was sordid, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his A-one thick digit, dad shoved them into my greasy pickle, 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 draw it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few minutes before I started trembling at my second joint, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure enough to crack up a rib. Dad did a few more than jabbing into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty greasy finger's breadth into my lip. Standing my hawkshaw straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own fusillade -- -shooting straight up nearly three pes into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my vein engorged pecker, while I shoot rope after rope of blockheaded supporter jizz into the air, now landing on my venter and bureau, making a plump randomness like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more sling of his ass juice covered hired man into my face."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine firearm of prime athletic supporter 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 honorable. pa 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his jeans, and his lousy tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to sleep together n go, but had another onus to pick up in the morning over at Ft Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .