Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2023 20:12:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Jörn Roth Subject: Dad's Victory Ritual [category: incest] Remember to show Nifty some love! Your contribution helps keep the site up and running. Go to: https://donate.nifty.org/ Dad's Victory Ritual Author: Joern Roth (jrnroth@aol.com) Feel free to reach out if you enjoyed it, or just in general, if you feel like reaching out. Note: This is a work of fiction. It has no connection to real people or events. * * * I entered the locker room with dad's arm around my shoulder. He had already given me a couple of beers and a shot of gin before coming, so I leaned against him for support and giggled. The other members of the team went wild. "Yea!" "Hey buddy!" "Come here, buddy!" I smiled. I understood nothing of football. All I knew was that it was about to get really fun for me. It was always like this before a big match, since I had started producing my juice a year earlier. At first, dad and I had done it privately at home, but then he had spoken about it with the coach, and he had loved the idea. Tony, the youngest of the team, and the one I thought was the cutest, took me in his strong arms, flashing me a handsome smile. He propped me on a high table, so that, by sitting on it, my face was level with that of those tall men. He proceeded to take off my t-shirt. Then he carefully slid my legs out of my pants, and then he removed my underwear, which he passed around to the other players for them to sniff it. I was the only naked person, and this excited me. I felt vulnerable as those grown up men in uniform managed me. My stiffy clearly revealed my excitement. "Come on, Daniel, give us a boost for tonight!" Daniel, my father, came up to me and he took my hard weenie in his hands, as he always did before an important match, and began stroking me before the other players' expectant stare. I locked eyes with dad. I had inherited his blue eyes, but his face was more handsome, his jawline more manly, his arms impossibly muscular. His hand expertly pulled back the skin on my dick, and an instant shot of pleasure almost paralyzed me. I moaned, and the rest of the team rejoiced and encouraged me. Dad's large thumb began stroking the back of the head of my dickie like one strokes the chin of a cat. This was my favorite thing in the whole world. I felt like I was a meaningless little thing in that man's strong arms. My legs parted more and more, and players on both sides began caressing my thighs and arms. Tony gently stroked my neck the way he always did. Then dad bowed a little and took my weenie in his mouth, and his tongue began twirling around it. I let out a scream of pleasure and began pushing my dick back and forth, holding dad's curly head still with my little hands. My moans became more intense. "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" the players chanted. Their encouragement was all I needed. "Dad! Quick!" I said, letting go of his head. Dad stood up. Then, with a sure hand, he took my dickie and he cupped his other hand under it. "Ah! Ahhh!" I cried. Gush after gush of cum pooled inside dad's hand as the team members cheered and tightened their grip on my naked body. I writhed and convulsed with pleasure. Then the orgasm and the alcohol stilled me. I enjoyed being an object, a mere cum dispenser for those hunks. "C'mon! In line!" Dad yelled at his teammates. He dipped his left finger in the cup of his right hand and he used the cum to trace a symbol on Tony's forehead. Then came Logan, and Zack, and all the others. All were signed with my cum. Finally, dad signed his own forehead and he smeared the rest of my cum on his face. My panting breath was drowned by the men's war cries. And one after the other they left the locker room. I remained to prowl the empty room, naked, waiting for their return. With my boy-juice on their side, they were sure to win. And they did. At the end of the match, they came inside all wound up, screaming joyfully. "Come on guy, payback time!" my dad roared. In another minute, I was surrounded by those men. One after the other, they whipped out their large, swollen dicks and began beating them, the sacred fire of victory giving them resolve, sweat glinting on their hot faces. And one after the other they moaned and spilled their seed on my trembling naked body, on my chest, on my tummy, on my legs, on my dick, on my cheeks. The last to cum was dad. He began furiously slapping my face with his dick, the smell of his manhood inebriating me. Slap. Slap. Slap. "Ah!" he growled, as a fountain of seed shot upward, only to fall on my hair. Silence descended on the full locker room, interrupted only by our panting. "Come on, kiddo, let's hit the shower," dad said, taking me by my hand. 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