Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 10:41:50 -0400
From: Evan <jockstrap923@gmail.com>
Subject: Linebackers 17

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Linebackers 17 -


It was 2:13 AM on the digital clock. Kevin's big body was asleep on
the floor in the basement of his friend James'. He didn't mind
sleeping on the floor - he usually did when he spent the night at his
friends' places. He didn't want to sleep with his friends in their
beds; he was self-conscious, being so big and taking up too much room.
Besides, the floor was comfortable and what he was used to.

Kevin slept on his belly. He had kicked off the sheets; he was
sleeping in just his green and white striped boxers. The fat kid's
hairy back was a little sweaty, the brown hair growing more dense
right above the waistband - underneath, the hair covered his big fat
ass. After the events of the evening, the stoned guys played some PS3
in their underwear in the basement and went to bed, the brothers
sleeping in their own beds. James had a few beers, too; Kevin was fine
with just smoking. His dad always bought a lot of beer. Kevin was
thinking about James' family as he was drifting off to sleep; he
didn't know a lot about them, but whenever he was over, he never
really saw James' dad. They had a huge house and with his mom gone,
that wasn't surprising.

A few times James' dad did come around the house when Kevin was there,
and he noticed James barked orders at his dad a lot. 'No way I could
EVER talk to my dad like James does,' Kevin thought. James' dad was a
big guy. He was about 45, and he still had a thick head of black hair
with a little bit of grey starting to grow in, and he had a dark black
moustache. Kevin always thought moustaches were lame, but this one
just fit Mr. Warren right and made him look tough. While James was
muscular and David was skinny, their dad was stocky - he was a big
guy, about 6'4'' and 260 pounds and thick all over.

Kevin was thinking about the Warrens, and the ten hundred dollar bills
he had tucked in his shoes, as he fell asleep. He was fast asleep at
2:13 when James' dad quietly stumbled into the room. Mr. Warren was
drunk. Mr. Warren was usually drunk; that's why he had a beer belly.
Kevin was still asleep, the light from the TV barely illuminating the
room. The guys were listening to a music station and the screen had a
dark color as the music played, so it wasn't too bright, but bright
enough for James' dad to see the kid's hairy, husky body spread out on
the floor.

None of the teens knew that Mr. Warren saw everything that happened
earlier in the night - he saw James pay Kevin $1,000 to blow his
youngest son, then he saw his oldest son fuck his little bro's mouth
and cum all over his face. He watched the whole scene from the stairs,
behind the guys.

Mr. Warren (his son called him Brian, but most of his kids' friends
called him Mr. Warren, even when he said, 'Call me Brian') stumbled
over to the big jock. He was mad, mad that this kid made his sons do
all that 'gay shit' earlier, as he thought about it. He didn't like to
think about his strong boys being gay in any way.

Mr. Warren spent a lot of nights getting drunk, trying to forget
missing his wife and trying to forget other things. He didn't get to
screw his wife enough; most times she was out of town, and when she
was home, she was usually too tired to fuck. But when they did, Mr.
Warren fucked her very hard and they had great sex, it just wasn't
enough. And with his wife being gone so much, she didn't know how
James ran the house in her absence.

The husky dad looked down, pissed at this kid. He decided he was going
to take some revenge. The room smelled faintly of weed from when the
boys smoked a few hours ago, and there were a few beer bottles laying
around. He didn't like his sons smoking and drinking, but he couldn't
really tell James what to do (or not do), and David just followed his
brother.

Mr. Warren kneeled next to the nearly naked jock and looked at his fat
body. Kevin was only ten or twenty pounds smaller than he was, but
they were both hairy guys. Mr. Warren had curly black hair covering
most of his body, while Kevin had long brown hair all over his body.
Both men had a lot of hair covered their chest, shoulders, and round
stomachs. The older man had a lot more hair on his back, and he could
tell he passed his hairiness onto his sons, especially his older one,
and that James would be getting hairier as he got older.

The older man was wearing just a t-shirt and boxers. He took off his
shirt, and slipped off his grey boxers. He had tons of black hair all
over his legs, and even more around his balls and cock. Mr. Warren was
uncut, and his big dad cock was about four inches soft. The tip of his
foreskin touched the top of his extra-hairy nuts; his hairy sack hung
really low.

James's dad pulled his foreskin back, and he could smell his dirty
dickhead. He stroked a few more times, and started to get hard. He was
a leaker, something else he passed on to his older son, he thought, as
a drop of clear fluid leaked out of the wide lips on his thick dick.
He had a veiny, thick dick with a very fat head. Mr. Warren stood up
and straddled the hairy jock's butt, leaned down, and laid his big
hairy body on top of the fat kid and covered Kevin's mouth.

Kevin stirred as he felt something very heavy on top of him. He
realized his mouth was covered, and he inhaled through his nose. He
started to squirm, confused and still asleep. He heard someone say,
'Relax, kid,' and Kevin realized it was Mr. Warren.

Kevin could feel Mr. Warren's scratchy hair on his back and he
realized he was naked. The dad was big but also strong, and Kevin
couldn't move, but he had no idea what was going on. 'I saw everything
you did, kid,' Mr. Warren said, slurring his speech in his
drunkenness. 'I don't like you doing fag shit with my boys and I'm
gonna teach you a lesson. I'm gonna teach you who's in charge here.'

The young jock could smell beer and could tell that the older guy was
drunk, from the smell and the speech. Kevin tried to move again and
get up, but Mr. Warren held him down, his meaty hands pressing on the
kid's hairy biceps. The dad reached down and pulled the boy's boxers
down, exposing his hairy ass. Kevin could tell that the dad was
rubbing his meat between his buttcheeks and that it was starting to
get hard.

There was a lot of pre-cum leaking from Mr. Warren's now hard cock.
The foreskin pulled back all the way when he was hard. He whispered in
the boy's ear, 'Stay quiet and go with it and it'll be over soon.' Mr.
Warren reached back and grabbed his hard cock. He could feel a ton of
long hairs on the kid's butt, now wet and sticky from his leakage.

Mr. Warren knew how to fuck an ass. He'd started fucking his wife's
ass about two years ago. 'Alright kid, open up and let me in and it
won't hurt,' he said. Kevin had been fucked before (more than he knew)
and he knew it hurt at first. He felt Mr. Warren's dick split his big
fat asscheeks and find his hole.

The dad knew what he was doing, and he left his fat cockhead right at
the opening to the hairy jock's ass. He was leaking a lot, his head
already wet, and all the liquid made the hole wet too. 'Hold on kid,
I'm gonna put just the head in,' the dad said drunkenly. He pushed a
little and just the head slid in. He held it there, his thick dickhead
lodged up Kevin's shithole.

As he laid there, the older guy's dick leaked more from the wet hot
pressure from the jock's hole. This got the kid lubed up well, and
also let him adjust to the big dad's meat so it would go in more
easily. Mr. Warren's beer breath wafted into Kevin's nose, reminding
the kid how drunk the dad was. Kevin's asshole was burning, but the
searing pain was subsiding just a little. He was scared about this,
getting fucked with no lube. He didn't want it, but there was nothing
he could do.

Mr. Warren was ready, and he thought the kid was ready and wet enough,
and he slid all nine fat inches up the kid's butt. It felt so awesome
for the dad, but it hurt like shit for Kevin. He groaned loadly with
the pain, but it was muffled by the dad's big hand over his mouth.

The dad left his thick cock in the jock's butt for a second, then
pulled it out all the way and slammed it in. He was still leaking, and
the second stroke slid in much better, and didn't really hurt the kid;
it kinda felt good, he thought, like taking a big dump.

The older man started pounding Kevin harder. 'Yeah kid, teach you to
fag out my sons,' Mr. Warren said in his drunken haze. He was really
getting off on overpowering this strong, fat, hairy kid. The fat dad's
big body was covering the young jock, giving him full access to pound
Kevin's shithole as hard as he wanted.

Kevin had started out trying to go to his 'happy place', thinking of
Dumb & Dumber, but in a weird way, it didn't feel too bad. It was
weird feeling something so big up there, especially being on his
stomach and being totally unable to move. He could feel Mr. Warren's
chest hair against the back of his neck.

Between James' dad's drunkenness, the darkness, and Kevin's
sleepiness, neither man saw James walk in the room. James had gone
into his parent's room and saw his dad wasn't in his bed. He was
pissed off and went to go find him, and he found him, fucking his
friend.

James was horny again from the events of the night. Paying Kevin, his
friend, a hairy, manly, fat linebacker a grand to blow his little bro
was intoxicating; the power made him horny as fuck and he needed to
fuck.

Mr. Warren continued pounding the jock butt when he smelled something.
It was weed, but freshly smoked weed. He shoved his big cock hard up
Kevin's hole and held it there, feeling nervous.

Kevin wondered why Mr. Warren stopped, but enjoyed the feeling of the
dad's hard dick filling up his butt. Kevin didn't know this, but the
big daddy dick was lodged right up against his prostate and he felt
awesome.

James' dad tensed up a little as James stood on both sides of his dad.
He took off his small boxer briefs, his big dick pointing hard in
front of him. He was smoking another joint out of the side of his
mouth. Getting high always made the sex a ton better, and he had
mastered the art of smoking hands-free.

James squatted down at his dad's ass. James was high, James was horny,
and James wanted to fuck. Once James started playing high school
football, he put on a lot of muscle, and turned into a cocky bastard.
With his mom being gone so much, he started bossing his dad around the
house; telling him to give him money, getting his dad to buy him an
Escalade, and basically making his dad do whatever he wanted him to
do. He figured out he got off on that kind of power over his own
fucking dad.

Finally one night, a couple years ago, stoned as fuck, James decided
he wanted to fuck someone and his dad was the only option. His dad
slept nude. He snuck into his dad's bedroom, got on top of him, held
him down, and said, 'Shut your mouth Brian and it'll be over soon.'
All of James' testosterone made him a leaker too, so he popped his
teen dickhead in his dad's butthole, left it in for a second to leak
some lube, then fucked him hard until he came.

James started doing this a few times a week. His dad started drinking
more, and it was good for James - his dad would be passed out drunk
when James would come pound him. He started smoking pot too after a
while while he fucked his dad, joint hanging out the side of his
mouth, puffing while he fucked, getting off on the power he had over
his big, strong dad.

One time, when his mom was home, James happened to walk past his
parents' bedroom and his dad was fucking his mom. James was, of
course, high, and the sounds of the fucking - the slapping, the
moaning, the talking - got him horny, and he stood outside, watching
his dad's hairy butt as he fucked his mom. James stood, watched and
listened, and finally when his dad said he was gonna shoot, James shot
his big teen load all over the wall outside. He went back to his room
and sent a text to his dad - 'Go clean the fucking door outside your
room' - and of course, his dad obeyed.

Back in the basement, James lined his teen cock up to his dad's hairy
butt and slid just the head of his meat in his dad's shithole, like he
had so many times before. Kevin couldn't see anything that was going
on, but he felt Mr. Warren's dick swell up in his butt and he wondered
why. All he could smell was James' dad's beer breath.

James' jock cock leaked his pre-cum up his dad's butt, slicking him
up, and after about thirty seconds, slid his dick up his dad. Kevin
heard Mr. Warren moan and wondered what was going on, his face mashed
in the pillow, the room still kind of dark.

James started fucking his dad hard, holding the fat on the sides of
him. James was naked, his thick muscled hairy chest sweating, his
hard, hairy legs helping him pound his dad's asshole.

Kevin could tell something was happening - Mr. Warren wasn't fucking
him, but his body was pressing harder against Kevin rhythmically, and
he thought maybe he was fucking his ass with something. It never
crossed his mind that Mr. Warren's son was fucking him while his dad
had his thick daddy cock up his ass.

James always fucked his dad with long, hard strokes. He was still
horned up from before, and only fucked him for about five minutes.
Brian could always tell when his son was about to ejaculate up his
butt; he fucked him faster and harder, and his dick would swell up.

Mr. Warren felt a few drops of sweat drip off the hairs on James'
chest, and James grabbed his dad hard as he shot his load up his dad's
ass. James always got rougher  before he came, sometimes gripping him
tight or even pounding or punching his back with his orgasm.

Kevin felt Mr. Warren's dick expand in his shithole - it hadn't moved
for a few minutes, but it stayed rock hard, and now it got bigger and
bigger. He felt the older man's hot breath on his face get faster and
harder, and he felt the cock explode up his butt, throbbing and
throbbing. He wasn't sure, but the hairy fat jock thought he could
feel his ass fill up with each shot as the cock flooded him with cum.
He could tell Mr. Warren was shooting a huge load up his ass without
having even moved for a few minutes

James punched his dad's back a few times as he came, and after he
shot, he slid his still hard cock out of his dad, who stayed on the
floor, his softening cock still lodged up Kevin's tight hairy hole.
James put his underwear back on and walked out of the room, fully
aware what his dad had been doing, and he was glad to have something
this big to blackmail and manipulate his dad with.

Mr. Warren stayed inside Kevin until his cock softened. He didn't know
what to say. He got up and looked down at the hairy teenager in the
pale TV light - the hair on his back was soaking wet, as was the
forest on the front of Mr. Warren. He looked at Kevin's hairy, chubby,
sweaty ass, his boxers still pulled down. He decided to pull up the
kid's shorts, and he grabbed his own boxers and went back to his
bedroom.

Kevin's ass was sore, but this was the second time in a few hours that
he had some kind of sexual action but didn't cum. He was alone and
wanted...no, he decided, he NEEDED to shoot his load. His nuts were
stuffed with teen jock cum.

Slipping off his boxers, Kevin grabbed his dick. It was semi-hard and
wet from all the sweat. Maybe there was a little leakage from before,
he thought. He started to stroke his seven inch uncut cock with his
right hand. It felt good, but...he wanted something more, after
getting fucked. He wasn't sure, but he took his left hand and put it
down by his hairy, sweaty hole. He rubbed his swollen, puffy ass, and
stuck a fat middle finger in. It felt good. He reached in deeper and
hit that same spot that felt good.

Kevin decided something else would be easier, and he looked to the
right - there was a beer bottle sitting on the floor next to him. He
grabbed it, licked the opening, and with his left hand, put tip of the
cold glass bottle up to his ass. He pushed, and the neck of the bottle
slid easily up his jock butt.

Still stroking, the hairy chubby jock worked the bottle in and out of
his ass. The lip at the end of the bottle felt good, rubbing the
insides of his asshole. He could feel his big hairy balls against his
left arm as he stroked and fucked the bottle up his butt. He could
hear the squishing of the bottle, Mr. Warren's big load seeping out
all around his butt. He worked the bottle in and out of his puffy
hole, sometimes twisting it around, feeling the glass drag against the
walls of his rectum, sending a shiver up until his balls and his teen
cock. He push it in deep, in and out.

Kevin was feeling good, and he tried to last as long as he could, but
it was too much - he shoved it in as far as he could, and his tight
rectum squeezed against the bottle. He stretched his foreskin all the
way down and aimed his cock at his big, hairy belly. He
under-estimated how hard he was going to shoot though, and Kevin shot
three spurts of white hot jock cum all over his face. The cum clung to
his beard as he shot more, all over the thick forest of hair on his
chest and gut.

Kevin lifted his legs and the bottle shot out of his ass. He grabbed
his shirt, mopped up the massive load he just creamed all over
himself, and threw the shirt under the couch so he could deal with it
tomorrow. He put his boxers back on, and laid back on his stomach,
head on the pillow, with Mr. Warren's load seeping out his used jock
ass.