New Jock narrative -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the field theater to houseclean up from the measure down I just delovered to cole Charles Christopher 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 recreate ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the unanimous game ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is right over there -- -need a elevation home ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza pie Matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the respite of the guys. 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 side street, I was already nervous about the evening Im sure I was about to cause. I felt like tinker's damn for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guy rope on the squad. Arriving back at the house, mom of course was already at workplace. I took off my cleats on entering the nominal head door, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the biz, and the epic poem beat down I layed on Cole Bird Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil well-chosen lead 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 consume a piss—I 'll see you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the lavatory, and proceeded down the stairs to my cellar room. Dad showed in just a moment, as I sat and pulled of my wind cone."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 jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the bureau."Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some hair on ur ass, I see"“ Ya, I figured u like that"I threw the feeding 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 often 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 material good for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ Well, son, I thought the effectual age for this shit was 18 ?"“ Ya—so you gon na stay home now and disaplin my hairy ass ?"

Dad gives me a Jonathan Swift back slap to the face, and yanks the cig from my rima oris. 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 little rougher now over the last few calendar month, and I feared before yearn, I was going to bear to pop fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'poppycock, and you can just grovel up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick"Still comtemplating the musical rhythm 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 hard putz with my left script, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and topnotch midst. His crotch and globe were covered in thick sweaty pilus, and as I engulfed him, I could reek the stentch coming up from the gap of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is Brobdingnagian powerful hand on the back of my forefront, and f o r c e s his dick past my tonsils, into the vertebral column of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just cocks me in the back of the heading."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 Henry Sweet musky mess with his thick middle digit."Hmmm, got some fuzz up in that lil jock hole too, huh ? Guess you are a man now. guesswork I 'll just have to start up fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his pecker out of my mouth. He reaches for the nite point of view drawer, and fishes out the lube -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a long squirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my hirsute jock crack, 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 thrust, he enters me with his 10"tool, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a scream, but he just pops me upside the foreland again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock kettle of fish, he 's now holding me down by the rachis of my shoulders. Slam after slam, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to name a audio. He rears back now, and grabs my by the binding of my hairsbreadth, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a erotica. After about 15 moment, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then pushes my genu way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankle joint, he continues the relentless hammering of my young hole, slamming my head into the rampart behind me. The stew was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his dorsum. His eyes were bloodshot, with the face of a madden animal in them. In a few instant, finally he said"headed for house plate 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 consistency system of weights, into my now destroyed teenage fuck hole. He gargled up a taste of snot, then delivered it to my human face, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my mentum, and chest.

With just a few Thomas More consequence of pounding, he finally begins to drop off in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the walls of my grit, almost with a force of having been shot. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his dick, shoot 4 to a greater extent across my boldness, dresser, and belly. He raked his fist across his dick, and slings the remainder of his jizz, and my ass gunk across my face, and sheets. In just a moment, from the imperativeness of the beer, I guess, dad lets go of a herculean hot stream of his nasty stinkin drunk truck driving piss. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piss puddle around my os pubis, and under my infernal region, and behind my pass, he offers one more than mouthful of prig to my face.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggy above me, he commands me lo lick his super hairy ass cracking. He was bemire, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his tops thick 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 ass 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 fingerbreadth. It only took a few hour before I started trembling at my thigh, and heaving so hard in my external respiration I was indisputable to break through a rib. Dad did a few more thrust into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty sebaceous fingers into my mouth. Standing my dick straight up, still stroking it, I unload my own volley -- -shooting straight up nearly three metrical unit into the air. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my vena engorged cock, while I shoot rope after roofy of thick athlete jizz into the air, now landing on my paunch and chest, making a plop noise like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one More sling of his ass juice covered handwriting into my boldness."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one mulct composition of prime athletic supporter ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't make love who you been practicing on, but they done taught you good. daddy 's proud of his lil champ tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his jeans, and his nasty tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to have it off n go, but had another warhead to peck up in the break of day over at Ft metalworker."Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .