Date: Sun, 30 May 1999 05:19:24 PDT
From: chevy texas <chevy_texas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Construction Jock Dad

I useta sit up nights when it rained, I guess it made me kinda sad. I
dunno. Maybe not sad but ready to get out, move around instead of stayin'
cooped up in my smelly room and our small apartment with just my old man.
He was the first black team leader in his company so he was mostly so worn
out from his construction job, he'd just flop out as soon as he got home
and I could sneak out on him pretty early any evening.

Boy, I could just see myself: I'd slip into just my soft old jeans and
Nikes, or a pair of nice fleecy sweats and a sweatshirt and tiptoe down the
hallway. There he'd be like every night: sprawled on top of his bed in just
his jeans or in his recliner in front of a basketball game, snorin' away in
his boxers and tee-shirt, a few beercans around his sweat socks.  His mouth
hung open slack, a little tight steelwool shadow on his jawline that
matched the buzzcut fuzz along his chest and down his belly and thighs. His
toolbelt and smelly ol' boots were standing inside the door.

So okay, he's not such a bad old brotha. He just got married too young like
most horny black boys and then my Mom ran out on him, so there's just been
us for a long time. He works too hard, doesn't get laid that I can see and
falls asleep in his underwear every night drinkin' beer in front of Kobe
Bryant or Karl Malone.

Looking at him in sleep --his worries relaxed, a smile on his lips-- he
looks better, younger--almost hot! Shit, if I'm fifteen, he's only 34. Is
that old? He doesn't look old, he keeps in great shape at his construction
job. He's got a good body, could've been a professional athlete somewhere.
But then I came along.

I guess I'm a handful, always had a lotta sass. He tried whipping my butt
when I was younger, then as I got older, say about fourteen, he yanked down
my BVDs one night after I talked back and started smacking my bare ass.  I
hollered that I was too old for an asswhippin' but it sure started warming
up my buttcheeks.  I could tell he was kinda turned on by holding a squirmy
teen in his lap. His fingers kinda drifted between my cheeks on the last
few swats and I was sure parkin' it up there for more but he suddenly let
go and I nearly fell on the floor. I pulled up my jockeys and went to my
room with my rough red buns.

I must thought about it, 'cause one night I had this long, long dream where
Pop came home and was mad. He had a couple of his coworkers with him, one
black and one white dude, but he told me right there and then to pull down
my pants and bend over his knee. When I obeyed, tugging down my Tommys to
my ankles, he gave it to my bare brown asscheeks right in front of both of
the guys. Then they took turns busting my boy ass but it didn't hurt, it
felt good! I know I stayed in his lap and they slapped and spanked and
poked me in my butt and my big ol' dick got awful hard and wet until I woke
up with a big wet sticky load in my jockeys.  As I put my hand down and
pulled back a fistful of goo, I remembered the dream as I tasted my cum. It
was so good, I pulled down the sticky shorts and shot off another wad on my
stomach, fisting away at the vision of that gang whackin' at my fine little
butt.

Anyway, I'm sneakin' past him sleepin' in front of the TV, ready to make my
break when I hear, "Hey boy! Where d'ya think you're goin? It's midnight!"

"Uh, just out to the store, get some milk or somethin!"

He don't reply, just points to a spot in front of the chair with his hairy
muscular arm. I stare down at the floor and come toward him, slowly.

"Homeboy, if you need dairy products so bad you gotta go out at midnight,
maybe I got some cream you can use!"

I look up instantly, shocked. He's never talked like that around me. I
can't help getting a stiff dick and bein' pretty thick, it starts showing
in my sweatpants, pushing out the cotton and droolin' a dark precum
stain. I see his eyes rake over my tented pants as I also notice his hand
strokin' an even-bigger boner stickin' right outa his boxers! Man! My
fantasy every time I wanted him to walk in on me in the can jerkin' off,
what he'd think of my great big ol' dick! Or, to catch him beating his big
hairy meat in the shower. I'd towel him off with my tongue on that fuzzy
chest and nipples and his hairy ballsac. Then I'd work up that massive
thick hammer between his furry ass cheeks. I'd eat his fuzzy ass until he
came. I'd...

"Git down and suck this hot load outa there, boy!" he commands. I obey
instantly, grabbin' that black daddy cock, taking the fat sticky head on my
tongue, tasting his precum already. His hand caresses my hair hard, keeping
me down in case I want to make a run for it. His other hand pulls down my
sweats to my Nikes as I suck and suck, and listen to his breath get heavier
and he pumps slowly in and outa my mouth.

"Yeah, baby boy, that's real good suction. Just pull up and swallow the
head, hold your breath -- ummph!" he almost shivered as I took his cock
down my virgin throat. After he almost came, with a few deep throated gulps
I pull off his dick and look up.

"Daddy? Can we go to bed so you can take off these shorts and I can lick
your chest?" I plead. He thinks about it, then gets up all of a sudden
tossing me under a muscular brown bicep as we head off to the bedroom. His
beercan dick is stickin' straight up against his flat abs, the steelwool
polishing his leakin' cockhead.

That was the start of the best, first time. He spanks my ass, letting his
fingers work into my sweaty crack with each wallop while I nibble hard on
his tits. Before long, his hand is deep in my crack, three fingers
twiddlin', as I swallow that meaty beercan dick. We're both gruntin' like
homeboys in heat; as he finger-fucks me I start sucking on those hairy
balls, running my slimy tongue between his balls and asshole, chewing on
that muscle behind the balls, until --my tongue buried in his wiry hole and
him hollerin' he's cummin' -- aaaagh! I shoot my own wad all over his mouth
and nipples, like a quart or more! And all of a sudden, he forces his dick
into my face and I take his wet throbbin' meat spurt after spurt right on
the lips, lickin' it off his head and balls.  He pulled me up after his
dick was clean and made me kiss and lick the rest of my own cum he hadn't
slurped up. Our tongues glided with cum for the rest of the night.

"Daddy," I said, "you don't need to be horny or lonesome again, OK?"

He kissed me deep, breathin' cum in my nose, "OK, son, you're gonna keep my
black nuts cleaned out!"

That was months ago.

Now, I come home from gym, sweaty with a jock still on. He makes me jerk
off in the jock, then wear it in my mouth while he spanks my ass and makes
me suck his cum outa that thick black dick. Then I save the jock for him to
give to pals; I guess they beat off with it.

He brings home underwear and jockstraps, all smelly and damp, from
coworkers. Then, they show up at the apartment, taking turns or in groups
on the bed with my mouth, my ass and always a good piece of undergear.
Sometimes, I get tied to the bathroom sink and fucked until my thick
teenage homeboy dick shoots all over the faucets.  I get oiled up and tied
in a warm shower for a group fuck; I never know who it is 'cause I'm always
busy with swallowing Daddy's big hammer Cock. Sometimes I fuck a white ass
while a black dick is up my butthole and a bronze latino hog down my throat
to the guy's ballsac.  I like it when we all come at the same time and
somebody lathers up my face with juice. I've been apprenticed to the whole
construction crew at the site and it's really buildin' up my muscles and my
skill with tools.

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