New Jock narrative -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the field sign of the zodiac to pick up from the beat down I just delovered to Brassica oleracea acephala Charlie Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the undefendable threshold 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 play ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the whole game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a lift home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza pie flatness ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the eternal rest of the cat. I do n't get to see my dad cept a couple of clock time a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the parking lot, to his rig parked on the side street, I was already nervous about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing 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 front 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 here and now and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil glad trail goin on"I just looked and sneered at him,"Ya, thanx -- -I shot you wan na beer ?"“ Sure son, that would be great. I got ta learn a piss—I 'll take on you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the bathroom, 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 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 pant, leaving now only my jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the chest of drawers."Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some hairsbreadth 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 enough"It wasnt that I hated so lots what was about to happen between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin backtalk. As I reached for a smoke—he kept it up."Oh, and the jock now goes for a smoke—that 's actual good for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ wellspring, son, I thought the effectual age for this shit was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na last out home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a swift back smacking to the aspect, and yanks the cig from my rima oris. 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 long, I was going to consume to start fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'clobber, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the musical rhythm down I just delivered to Dorothy Parker, seems that Karma was beating at the door, and I was about to get a gustatory modality 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 toilsome hawkshaw with my left bridge player, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and tops midst. His crotch and balls were covered in thick sweaty tomentum, and as I engulfed him, I could smell the stentch coming up from the crack of his ass."Oh that 's in good order b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is huge right bridge player on the binding of my heading, 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 cock me in the rear of the head."Take it b o y, look at it"He rolled me over on my side, and begins a stern pounding of my throat with his massive hand truck driving pecker. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my sweetly musky hole with his midst centre fingerbreadth."Hmmm, got some hair up in that lil athletic supporter hole too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. speculation I 'll just have to start fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my sassing. 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 go of my hairy athlete crack, he pushes two digit in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can address 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 head again, muttering"keep back quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite athletic supporter hole, he 's now holding me down by the spine of my shoulders. Slam after slam, as I grunt, under my hint, hardly able to make a audio. He rears back now, and grab my by the back of my hair, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a porn. After about 15 proceedings, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then pushes my knees way back behind my ear. Holding me by my articulatio talocruralis, he continues the relentless throbbing of my young hole, slamming my caput into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his spinal column. His oculus were bloodshot, with the look of a crazed animal in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for home plate now, b o y. Get ready for a flood !"Picking up the stride, dad began to really let go, almost jumping up from the bed on the upstroke, then slamming back down, with full consistency weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck hole. He gargled up a mouthful of prig, 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 moments of pounding, 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 personnel of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his dick, shoot 4 more across my face, chest of drawers, and belly. He raked his fist across his dick, and slings the remnant of his jizz, and my ass slime across my face, and sheets. In just a bit, from the pressure of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a herculean hot watercourse of his nasty stinkin inebriate hand truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddles around my pubes, and under my Inferno, and behind my read/write head, he offers one more mouthful of snot to my side.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lick his super hairy ass fling. He was soil, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his super midst finger's breadth, dad shoved them into my oily hole, still filled with his cum. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as hump teenage shaft. Squezzing me with un-relentless pressure, he yanks my cock like he was trying to pull it off, while yet again, slamming my ass with his fingers. It only took a few instant before I started trembling at my second joint, and heaving so hard in my breathing I was sure to break through a rib. Dad did a few more jabs into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty oleaginous fingers into my sassing. Standing my cock 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 dick, while I shoot rope after Mexican valium of thick jock jizz into the air, now landing on my venter and chest, making a plump down noise like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more sling of his ass juice covered hand into my side."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one fine musical composition of prime jock ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't eff who you been practicing on, but they done taught you good. Daddy 's proud of his lil title-holder tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his denim, and his cruddy armoured combat vehicle top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to hump n go, but had another load to pick up in the morning time over at Ft Smith."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .