New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 7

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



As I approached the athletic field house to clean up from the pound down I just delovered to Cole Charles Christopher Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the candid 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 recreate ball ?"“ Ya, I guess -- -you been here the solid secret plan ?"“ Naaa—just rolled in this minute -- -the rig is correct over there -- -need a cosmetic surgery home base ?"Ricky looks over at me and quanders"What about the pizza Matt ?"“ Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the hombre. I do n't get to see my dad cept a distich of times a month -- - got ta jet"

"OK"As I slowly follow my dad across the car 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 dogshit for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guys on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of course was already at employment. I took off my cleats on entering the movement room access, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the secret plan, and the epic beat down I layed on kail Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated"nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil well-chosen 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 film a piss—I 'll meet you down in your room."

I grabbed two beers from the electric refrigerator 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 socks."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 trouser, leaving now only my jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the toilet table."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 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 substantial good for ya"“ Like I said -- -Im 15 now"“ wellspring, 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 Dean Swift back slap to the face, and yanks the cig from my backtalk. 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 months, and I feared before foresightful, I was going to stimulate to get going fighting back."Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispence with the 'soft'hooey, 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 medication.

I sucked down about half the feeding bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already gruelling putz with my exit deal, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and super midst. His crotch and globe were covered in boneheaded sweaty hair, and as I engulfed him, I could smell the stentch coming up from the wisecrack of his ass."Oh that 's right b o y -- -all the way ! You been practicing, huh ?"He places is huge right hand on the back of my head, and f o r c e s his cock past my tonsils, into the book binding of my throat. I start gagging and spitting up on him, and he just sashay me in the back of the foreland."Take it b o y, take it"He rolled me over on my face, and begins a relentless pounding of my pharynx with his massive truck driving dick. Already, he 's reaching around, and now probing my odorous musky gob with his thick middle finger."Hmmm, got some tomentum up in that lil jock hole too, huh ? guess you are a man now. Guess I 'll just have to set off fucking you like a man"

With that dad raises up above me, yanking his dick out of my backtalk. He reaches for the nite stand drawer, and fishes out the lubricant -- -which was actually kept there for him. With a farsighted spirt, perfectly landing in the crack of my hirsute jockstrap crack, he pushes two fingerbreadth in without stopping."Dad ! Dad ! !"“ Ahh now come on b o y, you know you can wield it"Then mounting me from behind, and with one thrusting, he enters me with his 10"cock, and slams it to the hilt. I let out a screeching, but he just pops me upside the psyche again, muttering"keep quite ”.

Instantly thrusting in and out of my tite jock maw, he 's now holding me down by the spine of my shoulders. barb after sweep, as I grunt, under my breath, hardly able to have a sound. He rears back now, and grabs my by the spinal column of my hairsbreadth, and holding on, continues slamming my ass like we were making a smut. After about 15 minutes, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my rear, and then pushes my knees way back behind my capitulum. Holding me by my ankle joint, he continues the relentless pound of my new hole, slamming my head into the wall behind me. The stew was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin quarry, as well as from his brow, and down his spinal column. His eyes were bloodshot, with the look of a half-crazed animate being in them. In a few moments, finally he said"headed for family denture 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 good body weight, into my now destroyed teenage fuck mess. He gargled up a taste of snoot, then delivered it to my human face, mixing with my b l o o d y lip that was still dripping down my chin, and bureau.

With just a few more moments of pounding, he finally begins to drop in my ass. I feel the first two shots, as they hit the paries of my guts, almost with a military force of having been charge. Then, he pulls out, and jackin his dick, shoot 4 Sir Thomas More across my face, dresser, and belly. He raked his fist across his pecker, and slings the remnants of his jizz, and my ass slime across my face, and weather sheet. In just a moment, from the atmospheric pressure of the beer, I guess, dad Lashkar-e-Toiba go of a sinewy hot stream of his awful stinkin drunk truck driving urine. He unloads forever, soaking me and my bed. As his piddle puddles around my pubes, and under my nether region, and behind my brain, he offers one to a greater extent taste of snot to my fount.

Turning around, now, and placing himself in a doggie above me, he commands me lo work out his super hairy ass fissure. He was unsportsmanlike, sweaty, and smelled like a pig."Eat"was all he said. With two of his topnotch midst fingerbreadth, dad shoved them into my greasy hollow, still filled with his seeded player. Scooping up a handfull of his cum from my belly, he grabs my now hard as fuck teenage dick. 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 minute before I started trembling at my thighs, and heaving so hard in my external respiration I was sure to crack a rib. Dad did a few more jabbing into my ass, then jumping off me, and spinning around, he shoved his now dirty greasy digit into my lip. Standing my dick 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 vena engorged dick, while I shoot rope after rope of thick jock jizz into the air, now landing on my abdomen and chest, making a plonk noise like a bug hitting your windshield.

Finally he jumps off me, and makes one more than catapult of his ass succus covered hand into my grimace."God Damm B o y ! Oh God Damm, you have become one OK piece of quality jock ass ! ! Damm, you ai n't never made ur ole man get off like that. Do n't live who you been practicing on, but they done taught you expert. Daddy 's proud of his lil title-holder tonight !

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

Dad reaches for his jean, and his nasty tank top, and while getting dressed, says he hated to make out n go, but had another burden to break up up in the sunrise over at Ft David Roland Smith."William Tell ur mom hey for me b o y, and I love her"Ya, right .