Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 16:08:34 -0700
From: Tim Curtis <dadz_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: After Practice

I knew exactly what I was doing. Football practice was over and the other
guys were heading into the locker room.  I took my helmet off and tossed it
to my friend Dylan.

"Hey D, put that away for me, will ya? My dad's already here and I gotta
go."


I pointed to the parking lot at the end of the field where my dad's pick up
truck was parked. He was sitting behind the wheel with an elbow out the
window and the other arm stretched across the back of the seat.


"No prob. See you tomorrow," Dylan shouted back.


I walked slowly towards the pick up. I still had my shoulder pads on and
was pulling them over my head. My t-shirt underneath was soaked. It was
September in Houston: still crazy hot and humid. When I got close enough to
see my dad's face, I could see he was wearing his sunglasses and still had
his Texas State Trooper uniform on. There was no expression on his face. I
decided I would change that.


As I got about 10 yards from the truck, I dropped my pads on the ground. I
looked right at my dad, and then I turned around and bent over to tie my
shoe. The thing is, it was already tied...so I untied it and then re-tied
it...really slowly, giving my dad the full rear view. Those pants really
showed off my 16-year-old bubble butt; and the fact they were white meant
he could see my jock framing my tight and high ass cheeks. I stood up and
walked by his window.


"Hey, dad."


"Hey, Tim."


I threw my pads in the back and then walked slowly back by his window again
giving him another chance to check out my ass.


"How was your day?"


"Good, son. How was practice?"


I walked around the front of the truck and over the passenger side. Opened
the door and got in.


"It was rough, dad. I'm beat."


"Let's get you home then."  He reached over and tousled my hair. He put it
in reverse and looked over his shoulder to back out. I looked at his crotch
and saw his fat dick was fighting to get out of his khaki colored cop
pants.


My dad was 42 years old at this time, dark, dark brown hair & blue eyes
(just like me), 6'2", 210 lbs of mostly muscle (with a little around the
middle). He has big broad shoulders, a hairy chest with big pecs, great
beefy legs, and an ass that makes my mouth water. At 16, I was already 6'1"
but only about 175 lbs; lean muscle but not skinny. My best attribute: I
had a beautiful hairless bubble butt...which was even more noticeable when
I was in my jock or football pants.


Dad and I had been messing around for a couple of years, but it was always
me who initiated it. So, I was constantly teasing the hell out of him. And,
when he did eventually give in, he was like a fucking animal. Not much was
said between us. But, I didn't care. Only thing that mattered was that we
were together.


Back in the cab of the pick up, I let out a big sigh.


"I'm really tired, dad. Can we just order a pizza tonight?"


"Sounds good to me."


Then I reached over my head and grabbed my sweaty shirt by the collar
pulling it off in one slow motion. I sank down onto the seat of the cab
with sweat running down my smooth chest and onto my abs. I let my right
hand casually slide down to my crotch and gave my dick a few tugs, while my
left hand was wandering across my chest and down to my stomach. My dad
still had on his trooper sunglasses, but I could see he was sneaking peeks
at me. I looked over at his pants to see if I was having my desired
effect. There it was plain as day: the outline of his 8 ½ inch uncut
monster running down the inside of his left leg.


When we get home, he opens the door and I push past him and start to turn
towards the stairs.


"Wait a minute, son."


"What?"


He closes the door and walks toward me cool and calm. He takes off his
sunglasses. He's got that look in his eyes.


"Grab the couch and loosen those pants."


Oh fuck yeah! I'm gonna get it!


I drop my stuff at the foot of the stairs and undo the laces on my football
pants. I pull open the waist a bit and then lean forward and grab onto the
back of the couch.  While I'm doing that, I hear my dad's belt buckle and
zipper coming undone. I look back over my shoulder: his fucking cock is out
and he's got his hands on the waistband of my pants.


He pulls them down and then rubs his hand up my ass crack, pausing on my
hole.


"What's this?" he says.


"It's a butt plug. I put it in after you fucked me this morning before
school."


He pulled it out and dropped it on the floor. I was ready to go, still had
his cum in me, open for business.


He stuck his cock head in my boy cunt and waited to see if I was ok. I
pushed back on it a little which was his signal to keep going. He slowly
pushed it all the way in up to the root. I reached under and grabbed his
low hangers and gave them a tug. He liked it when I did that. He pulled out
slowly and then went into me a little bit faster and a little bit harder,
his pelvis smacking against my bubble butt.


"awwww...dad..." I moaned.


He started picking up the rhythm pretty quickly. I could tell he wasn't
gonna last too long. I was holding on to the couch as he pummeled my boy
pussy. He'd grabbed the back strap of my jock in his hand and was pulling
me back to meet his forward thrust...like he was riding a horse. He started
fucking me so fast with his fat cock, my hole didn't have time to close.  I
arched my back and turned my head around to look at him. "awwww...dad..."
He looked me right in the eye and said, "You're gonna make your dad come,
son. You're gonna make your dad come!"


With that, he let go of the jock, grabbed my hips with both his hands and
fucked me furiously, his groin slamming into my smooth cheeks, his balls
slapping up against the pouch of my jock. Then, with a loud grunt from him,
I felt my dad's dick filling my guts with his warm juice. I shot my own
load right in my jock.

He pulled out of me and his cum started running down the inside of my leg.


"I want some," I said.


His fingers wiped at my hole. Then he reached around and stuck them in my
mouth, all sticky and wet with his load. I sucked on his fingers awhile,
savoring the salty/bitter taste of my father's seed. I was still hard.


I turned around and dropped to my knees and started licking the jizz off of
my dad's monster dick. As I slid my tongue in and out of his piss slit, my
dad rolled his foreskin over my tongue. In the mean time I'd pulled my dick
out of my jock and was pounding on it. All I had to do was look up at my
dad as he was feeding me his juicy cock and I blew a load so far it hit my
dad's pant leg above the knee. He reached down and scooped some of it off
with his finger and then, he stuck it in his mouth.


We spent the rest of the night hanging out watching tv and eating pizza. It
was a school night (Wednesday) and I had a game on Friday.


"You ready for Friday, son?" my dad asked.


"Yeah, we're playing pretty good right now."


"Well, if you win, there might be something in it for you."


I gave him a sideways look.


"What do you mean? Like a prize?"


"More like a reward."


My dad's face broke into a wide, mischievous grin. I had a pretty good idea
what his "reward" might entail.


Check back for my next story "A Father's Reward"


And let me know what you think: dadz_boy@hotmail.com