Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2019 09:50:52 +0000 (UTC) From: john Subject: My Sexy Scoutmaster Dad # 1 My Sexy Scoutmaster Dad # 1 Hey, man. You know the drill. All the usual disclaimers apply.If this type of material is illegal where you live, stop reading andmove along. Listen up, guys. Do you remember the publication, Handjobs that featured the artwork of Josman and other amazing artists ? Those stories and art are no longer available to us due to a lack of financial support. I hope you agree with me that we do not want such a sad fate to befall Nifty. So I want to be clear. We need to donate before we masturbate ! Seriously. Do it right now before you lube up and forget. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Do it for the hardworking Nifty Archivist and for that horny fourteen year old guy somewhere in the world, who is reading these hot stories and busting big creamy loads. That kid will not be donating any time soon but the rest of us need to pitch in as much as we can, ASAP ! Constructive comments welcome at akman2001@yahoo.com My Sexy Scoutmaster Dad # 1 This post could also be called how I became a freakin' hero to the guys in my Boy Scout Troop 388. Most of the guys reading stuff here on Nifty will remember how it was back in the day but I will tell the youngerguys how lucky they are. When you young guys get horned up, all you have to do is whip out your phone and whip out your young cock and access the wonderful world of online porn. Its all there for your lustful pleasure. But those of us who got our pubes and hair in our pits pre internet, had to access our mental spank banks or get our hands on printed material for a better jerk off session. After you graduated from leering at the female or male underwear models in the Sears catalogue, your mission was to score a Playboy or Penthouse magazine. That is unless you can be sneaky and find and borrowfrom your dad's or older brother's porn stash. Believe me, before Pornhub, every guy had a secret porn stash and there was no password protection. You just had to find it ! Looking back, I am pretty sure my dad was cool with me borrowing from his porn stash. When my mom would go on a trip. his sex mags would be plainly visible in his room, like he wanted me to borrow them. One time I was sneaking out a Playboy and a Penthouse when I was busted by my 13 year old brother Jeff. He saw what I hadand I had to share with him or he would tell mom. I explained that would get dad in trouble too but yes, I would borrow two more for him but they had to be given back by tomorrow so dad could hide them before mom gets home. Jeff just grabbed the mags and ran off to his room and slammed his door. I did the same. Oh, I should tell you my name is John and I am a jr, sixteen and close to making Eagle Scout. I have short black hair and blue eyes that get me a bunch of compliments. I am 5.11 and have a basketball body just like my father.He was a player in high school too. Dad is 6.4 and a Chief Master Sergeant with the same piercing blue eyes and black hair cut in a flat top. He was career Air Force. As a military family, our big things were scouting and basketball. Oh yeah, my little bro is in my scout troop but mostly into his skateboard. He is skinny and blond and always fighting with our dad about his hair. My earliest fun memories of my dad were of him taking me to his crew beer busts in my little Air Force fatigues.I would fetch beers from a big tub of ice and take them to the airmen sitting in a big circle. These guys would pay me dimes and nickels for my services. But what I really liked is when they sat me on their thighs to ride the horse and I really enjoyed sitting and squirming my little butt in their laps. I think I was about ten or eleven when Chief started taking me to watch him shoot hoops with the young troops who worked under him. He told mom it was his way to stay in good shape and bond with his crew. I liked that I was included and treated like a team assistant, chasing down out of bounds balls. My dad wanted me to get interested in the game and being on a team. It worked. Around thirteen the guys let me play, giving me pointers and holding me up to make baskets. Shirts versus skins but it seemed like my dad was always playing shirtless and dominating the game and showing off his good body shining with sweat. The base field house was really hot one day so all the guys and I had worked up a sweat. My dad and the others headed to the big shower room and I went to sit on the bleachers and read my book like I usually did. After a few minutes Bud came out of the shower room naked and dripping with his hands covering his cock and balls. He said, "Hey John Junior, can you bring in the towels ? We're out. Thanks, man." He turned around and I got a quick look at his corn fed southern country boy ass. I rolled the cart with clean towels up to the steamy shower room and turned to leave until someone grabbed my arm. It was another naked player, Louie, who had a New York accent. I think. He told me I was part of the team and he was going to be honest with me and told me I was a stinky teenager. The team showers together after every game. No exceptions. " Strip down and get in here." I was scared but excited so I did as I was told. I covered my crotch and started to shuffle into the steamy group shower. I was met by shouts and calls of approval from the team members who were soaping up their lean bodies. I could see smiling faces and dicks and asses all around me. I got pats on my shoulder and a few quick ones on my butt. I wondered where my dad was. Bud must have read my mind because he guided me by my shoulders through the steam until I was standing near my dad. "Here he is Chief. " My dad was washing shampoo out of his hair so I had a few seconds to check him out. His dick was much bigger than mine, I guessed about seven or eight inches with big balls, both nestled in a nest of black pubes. Dad looked down and smiled at me checking out his privates. "Son, you will have to quit hiding your junk so you can get clean. You checked me out so I want to check you out too. It's a father's responsibility to make sure his sons are developing properly." He used a bar of soap to lather up his hands and started gliding his big hands all over my wet naked body. It felt great but I was terrified I would get a boner. I closed my eyes to concentrate on not getting excited. When dad started washing my butt. I opened my eyes and saw the entire team standing in a half circle watching their Chief wash his naked son. I got a surprise when dad got into my crack and rubbed his fingers over my butt hole and the area between my balls and hole. It felt awesome. That's when one of the guys said, "Chief, make sure that hole is squeaky clean. No skid marks in his shorts !" My dad went in my crack for a second pass and touched his index finger to my hole. He added pressure and his finger popped in. My worst nightmare happened. In front of my dad and all these naked airmen, my dick shot uplike a steel spike. I thought I was about to pass out but dad held me up. Shouts of approval came from the guys. I guess they liked my teen erection and were supporting a teammate. Dad rubbed his soapy hands all over my hairless crotch, rubbing my balls and stiff dick. At that stage I had strong tingles but had not started shooting sperm. These guys were really enjoying what my dad was doing to me and it started to show. I watched as all of them got erections and some of them were touching their cocks and balls. Louie was jacking his impressive dick when he asked, "Hey Chief, will you wash me like that ?" The other guys laughed and made oooh sounds. Dad said, "No way. Family only. I love you guys but you guys can jack it and play your grab ass after John Junior and I take off Just make sure all your spunk goes down the drain this time !" That's when I felt it at my back and we all saw dad's erection when he moved around me. The whole team hooted and hollered in admiration of their boss's huge erection. I was really proud when he gave it a few strokes with his left hand, just like I rub mine. The guys yelled stuff like, " nice bone, boss." and biggest cock on the team !" Dad and I grabbed towels and dried off, dressed and hopped in our truck. On the drive to base housing, I asked dad what the guys would do after we left. He said shooting hoops gets the sweat and juices going so most of the guys get boned up in the showers and jack off. Boners are natural and you should only worry if you don't get one. I had to build up my courage and take a deep breath to get out my next question. But I had to know. "Dad, do you.... uh, you know, do you..." "Son, are you asking me if I jack off with the guys in the shower ? Hell yes I do unless your mom and I are planning to have sex that night. In that case I save it for her. It's natural to jack off. All guys do it but mostly in private. But its fun to blow off steam with the guys. It builds team cohesion on and off the court. And watching and doing it with other guys will not make you gay, in case you were wondering. "And what does grab ass mean ?", I asked. Dad seemed a little nervous about that and said something vague about popping each other on the butt with wet towels. I let it drop but that night in bed I rubbed out a dry cum thinking about my sexy dad and my teammates jacking their big hard dicks in the shower and all that sperm swirling down the drain. Comments welcome at akman2001@yahoo.com