Date: Fri, 23 Jul 1999 23:12:54 EDT
From: LCdrObrien@aol.com
Subject: Father's Night Part I

Father's Night, Part I

	It was that time of year again: Father's Night at high school varsity
football practice.   All the players brought their dad's with them to
practice, and the team showed them what practice was like, along with a few
extra activities.  The players started arriving around 4:00, about half hour
before practice was to start.  This was normal since practice start AT 4:30,
so they had to be changed and ready to go by then.
	Joshua Halesy showed up with his dad at 4:10.  He was a little
stockier than the rest, but still an impressive display of a maturing man.
His manly good looks set him apart from a lot of his classmates who still had
those "boyish good looks".
	His father was no different.  He was nearing his forties, but wasn't
showing it.  He was about the same size as his son, and in excellent physical
condition.  His biceps seemed as they sat out in the open (he was wearing a
very tight fitting tank-top).  His face was clean-shaven, and a tuft of black
hair exposed itself in the middle of his chest where the tank-top ended.
	The two entered the school, and stepped inside the locker room.  The
rest of the team had already showed up and were undressing.  Joshua found his
buddy, Ben Baker and his father changing in one of the isle of lockers, and
sat down on the bench next to them.
	"Sup," he said casually.
	"Sup," he echoed.
	Their fathers greeted each other with a hand shake and a nod, and got
to work changing.  The rule was that all the fathers had to where uniforms.
The purpose of Father's Night was to give them an idea of what the players
went through, and it was agreed this would be achieved best if the fathers
went through what through the same thing.
	Ben was a hunk in every way.  He was one of the most popular guys in
the school. He'd already removed his shirt was was working on his shoes.  His
chest was as toned as ever.  A six-pack and a treasure trail inside his jeans
completed his chest.
	The four had finished removing everything down to their underwear.
The fathers stood next to their sons wearing briefs.  Joshua and Be were
wearing loose boxers, firm believers that it would help their balls produce
more sperm.
	Mr. Halesy and Mr. Baker didn't hesitate in removing their briefs.
They were used to working out at the gym, stripping down in front of other
men.  Now, in front of their sons, it was no different.  Their heavy packages
of manhood flopped out of their underwear.  They both gave a scratch at their
large patches of pubic hair, and put their stuff in the locker.
	In an attempt to feel more adult, the two eighteen-year-olds slid
their boxers down their legs.  It was quite a sight, four men standing naked
next to each other, waiting to find out what to do next.
	Mr. Baker's dick was cut, and it hung about three inches soft from a
mass of pubic hair.  His testicles were the size of ping-pong balls, and were
covered with dark brown curly hairs.
	His son was nearly exactly the same, with only a slightly shorter
soft dick, which he made up for in thickness.
	Mr. Halesy and his son were completely different though.  Joshua's
father's package was huge.  His long, thick slice of meat was six inches
soft, with a half-inch of foreskin hanging from the tip.  His balls were the
most impressive thing about him though, they were literally the size of
tennis balls.  His son was no different, their cocks looked exactly the same.
	"All right men, over here," Coach Cook called to them from the
entrance to the public showers.  He too stood naked.  The players and their
fathers looked up at the sound of his voice, and came over to him.  Coach
Cook was huge, and almost what you might call a bear.  It was very muscular,
and very hair.  His cock compared in size to the Halesy's, but he was cut.
	The Coach waited for all of them to stand around him, until he lifted
the open box that lay next to him on the ground.
	"These are everyone's new jockstraps.  They've got your initials sewn
into them, as well as a Hawk.  I'm going to pass these out, even some to the
fathers, and what we're going to do is this: everyone will file into the
showers next to their fathers.  Dads, you're going to be explaining the
proper way to put a jockstrap on, and explain why it's so important.  Once
you've got your strap, go ahead and begin."
	Ben searched through the box and found his jockstrap, and headed into
the communal showers with his dad close behind.  He looked to his father for
instructions for the first time in a long while.
	"Well, let's get this started.  Hold your jockstrap near the floor
and step inside each strap one at a time."  Ben followed the instructions
perfectly.  "Now, slide it up your legs.  When it gets up to your crouch,
you'll have to cup your penis in your hands and sort of slide it in so you
don't injure yourself.  Once it's all the way up, adjust everything, and
you're set."
	Ben slid it up, and began adjusting his cock and balls inside his
jock until his equipment was comfortable.
	"So why is a jockstrap so important?" Ben asked.
	"When you're playing football, you don't want your dick flopping
around inside your pants, it can start to hurt, especially when your balls
are bigger.  It also helps to hold your cup which protects against injury
even more."
	Josh and has father approached the coach after frustratingly trying
to put their jocks on.
	"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" Coach Cook asked, now clad in his
jock strap.
	"Uh yeah," Josh's father began.  "Our jocks aren't big enough.
	"What do you mean?"
	Both Josh and his father took their balls in their had and hefted
them for the coach.  His eyes widened.
	"I see.  How did you get those giants to fit in your old one?"
	"My mom made one for me and my dad when neither of us could find one
big enough."
	"Then I guess you'll have to have your mom sew a hawk and your
initials into the one you've already got.  Go grab your jock and put it on,
I've got to talk to your father."
	Josh nodded and head to his locker.
	"Those are some nuts you've got there," Coach commented.
	"Thanks, but from what I saw earlier, you're not that far off."
	"Thanks.  I've got a question.  When you're screwing your wife, how
do you keep your balls from getting sore after all that banging against her
ass?"
	"Practice mostly, but when I'm not in the mood for having these
suckers in any pain, I just take the bottom."
	"Good idea, I'd never thought of that.  Ever since it started getting
painful, I've just had my girlfriend suck me off, but it's starting to get
boring.  She can never stay on very long because of my length and because she
says my pubic hair tickles her nose."
	Josh handed his father his jockstrap, and slipped his on.
	The rest of the players and their dad's began filing back into the
locker room.
	"Okay, now it's time to start practice.  Players, grab your uniforms,
dads, we've got cups and uniforms over here," he pointed.  "Be on the field
in ten minutes."

	The players and fathers returned to the locker room three hours
later, equally covered in mud and sweat.  The uniforms and massive pads all
made them look twice as big as they usually were.  Within minutes of entering
the locker room the team and their fathers were down to jock straps framing
there tight round asses. Their huge packages bulged through the ribbed
material.
	"All right now, practice isn't over.  Everyone remove their jock
straps," Coach Cook said.
	The entire football team complied.  They then stood their bare ass,
dicks showing, facing their coach.
	"Now, exchange jockstraps with your father, and inspect them. Look
for sweat stains, etc."
	Ben handed his jocks to his father to inspect while Ben looked over
his dads.
	"I want you to look especially for loose pubic hairs from each others
bush or balls."
	Ben pulled a group of brown pubic hairs from his fathers strap, and
his brother pulled some from the pouch of his own.
	"Look closely at them.  This symbolizes your manhood.  Your dick
doesn't do it all on it's own, your balls and pubic hair do it as well.  Now
take those pubic hairs and hold them up to their source to see if they're
from the right jock."
	Ben and his father approached one another and held the pubic hairs up
to each others crotch.  His father tried to match them to his large bush, but
they looked to short.
	"Those musta come off my balls."
	"Let's see..." he said, holding them to his sons long-hanging nuts.
"I guess you're right."
	"Now I want you to make sure you used your jocks right.  Inspect each
others testicles to see that they're all right."
	"I'll go first," Ben volunteered.  He bent down on his knees and
looked closely at his fathers nutsack which hung several inches farther than
his dick, just like his sons.  He rolled each one of his dads nuts in his
hand to check to see they were all right.
	"Looks great, dad," he said, standing.
	This time his father bent down to his sons crotch and closely looked
at his balls.  He rolled them around between his thumb and forefinger, then
stood up to look at him straight in the eye.
	"Except for a few missing pubic hairs, I'd say your sperm factories
are just fine."  Ben was used to his father using slang, being completely up
front with him, and acting more like they were brothers than father and son.
	"Hit the showers everyone.  And just a reminder, we still are
continuing or tradition, even with your fathers here."
	Several of the players complained, but most of them remained silent.
	"What's the tradition?"  Mr. Baker asked.
	"The first person to get hard while showering has to jack-off in
front of everyone else. To change things just a little, whichever relative
they came with, father or son, has to as well.  Hit the showers."
	Mr. Baker smirked as he entered the communal showers.  He'd been
wanting to see his son cum for a long time.  He wasn't exactly gay, he was
just interested in knowing how well is son was doing as for as development.
He knew that he had one of the most perfect cocks in the world, as he saw
today, but he wanted to know how well it worked.
	Ben and his father stood next to each other under the shower faucets.
 They both turned the water on hot, and grabbed a bar of soap, and began
cleaning up.  When Mr. Baker got down to his dick, he spent a little extra
time.  In fact, too much time.  He spent nearly two minutes massaging his
cock and balls, and pretty soon he had an erection nearly eight and a half
inches long.
	Coach Cook blew his whistle.  "Mr. Baker, you're the first to get a
hardon.  Please stand in the middle of he showers."  Mr. Baker followed
directions.  "Ben, please join your father."  Coach Cook heard him cuss under
his breath and approach his dad.
	"Dad, what the hell..."
	"Sorry son, it's just that your mother..." he stopped, not wanting to
get into too much detail about his sex life.
	"Everyone, turn and watch as the Bakers provide a little show for
us."  Ben sarcastically smiled, and looked at his dad.
	"We might as well get it over with," Mr. Baker said.  He took hold of
his piece of meat with his right hand and began stroking it.  He didn't have
a problem with getting into it, after all, he was already hard.  But Ben was
completely soft, and was going to have quite a bit of trouble getting hard.
	While his father masturbated looking at everyone else as they watched
him, Ben closed his eyes and though about the blow job his girlfriend Heather
gave him last week.  She had promised him another last night, but she came
down with the flew.  He had been saving his cum for a week, hoping to impress
her with the size of his load, but she had to call it off.  He hadn't had the
time to jack-off his load today, so his balls were ready to burst with sperm
and hung especially low under the weight.  As he though more and more about
his girlfriend, he started to get hard.  He grasped his cock and began
stroking it.  He kept his eyes close to help him forget where he was, but the
look on his face was that of pure ecstasy.  He stroked his rod up to a rock
hard piece of steel, and suddenly heard his father gasp.  "Damn, son, you're
huge."
	Ben had never realized it, be he was.  He dick was at least ten thick
inches long hard.  His soft penis was very deceiving, and he never really
consider his manhood big because he hadn't seen another one of compare it to.
	He quickened his pace when he heard how pleased his father was with
his dick.  His father wasn't exactly small either, but it was hot to think
that his piece of meat was bigger than the one that created him.
	He opened his eyes again to see that his father was really getting
into it.  He had his left hand propped behind his neck, revealing a mass of
armpit hair which emitted a very erotic, manly scent.  He was getting close,
because his father began moaning.  Ben knew that his father couldn't held
making noises and talking dirty.  He constantly heard his father doing it
with his mother, and his words of lust always woke him in the middle of the
night.  Now, in front of forty other mean, he was no different.
	"Gooooood, that feels so good... my nuts just wanna pump this load off
right now... i wanna shoot so bad -- shoot all over this man sweat covered shower
room floor. I've never felt so hot in my life."
	At first Ben felt embarrassed, but he got used to it.
	"And I thought my dick was big -- God Ben your piece of meat is huge,
it's bigger than mine. I just wanna shoot my cum all over it: cover it in the
sperm that created you.  I'm getting close..."
	Ben was getting close to, but his father was way ahead of him.
	"I can feel it. My nuts are tightening. I'm gonna cum -- I'm gonna
shoot my load right in front of my son -- all over his man dick.  I'm gonna
cum -- GOOODDDD!!  I'm CUUUUMMMINNNGGG!!!!!"
	Ben watched as his father turn to face him and shot his hot man sperm
all over him.  His dads cum hit is abs, his nipples, his pubic, hair, and was
all over his long, thick rod.
	"Dad, jeez, i'm stroking my dick with your cum.... that's soooo hot.
I'm gonna bust my nut, I can feel it. I'm gonna fucking cum........I'm gonna
fucking cum.  I'm gonna cum like a river.  Oh GOoooddd!  Here I cum, I'm
CUMMMINGGG!" he yelled.  His balls tightened in their sack, and he shot all
over his father.  His load that he'd been saving for a week jet rocketed and
landed all of his chest, getting caught in his chest hair and arm pit hair.
When he was done, he stood in front of his fellow football players next to
his dad, drenched in each others sperm.

To be continued...