Date: Mon, 7 May 2007 08:49:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Storie <joejoe_75202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Defeating-The-School-Jock-4

Defeat The School Jock Chapter Four As Told By
Patrick's Dad, George.   I am still just learning so
please excuse my mistakes.  I am trying to make the
story go in different directions on purpose so hope
you enjoy it is not following the line you may expect
it to follow.  joejoe_75202@yahoo.com

	I had been one of the toughest guys at school growing
up.  Went on to be on the high school then collage
wrestling teams.  I had my share of sex with hot
women.  Thank goodness I always asked if they were on
the pill.  So all through school I managed all the
women I could handle without getting any in the family
way.  Some times I got some fag boy to suck me off or
even screw the ass off him if I couldn't find a girl
available.  All those homo's liked my big dick.
	I knew it was time to settle down and get on with
life.  I wanted a son I could bring up to be just like
myself.   You know a chip off George.  I met this nice
girl and we got married.  Nine months later my son was
born and I wanted him to have a fine masculine name so
named him after my dad.  Patrick from day one was more
a part of my life than my wife and I guess because of
that she walked out of my life one day.  I didn't
really care she left me with my pride and joy Patrick.
 Plus I could screw any woman I wanted without a
guilty conscious.
	I was proud of the way Patrick was growing up.  I was
excited today was the finals in the wrestling matches.
  I served Patrick and myself a healthy breakfast.  I
wanted him to lots of energy for the match.  He had
been matched up with a boy named Joey.  I went to
school with his dad Dave.  Dave and myself had always
been competitive in school and figured his son Joey
and Patrick were equally competitive so really helped
Patrick train for today.
	Before I dropped Patrick I wished him luck with the
match and I'd be in the stands cheering for him.  I
went to the office but instead of going to the gym
after work I headed to Patrick's school.  I got a good
seat in the bleachers and could see Jack sitting not
far from me.  Patrick's and Joey's match would be the
last match of the day.   I sat back and watched the
other's wrestle.  I enjoyed watching the boys show
their stuff but was looking forward to my son's match.

	Finally Patrick's and Joey's match was called and out
they came from the locker room across the gym to the
wrestling match.  The one in charge tossed a coin in
the air and Patrick won and chose to be on top.  "Fuck
this will be short."  I said to myself.  However Joey
fooled me and flipped Patrick over.   The two flipped
back and forth with Patrick down then Joey down.  It
was a good match so far.  Suddenly I couldn't believe
what I was seeing.  My son was tugging Joey's
wrestling suit off his shoulders and over his butt.
It had to be an hot and sweaty because it was so hot.
However to my surprise Patrick pulled the suit right
off Joey leaving him in just his jock strap.  I wanted
to cheer.  He'd taken a real lead and I bet Joey was
completely humiliated wrestling in just his jock
strap.   Before I could enjoy the glory of my son's
move Joey was over top Patrick and had pulled his
wrestling suit down his chest over his butt down his
legs and flung across the floor.  I heard whooping all
around me.   Then before my eyes Patrick stripped off
Joey's jock strap leaving Joey nude.   In another move
Patrick's jock strap was removed leaving my son nude
also.   I could see Patrick's and Joey's cocks were
both erect.  Patrick's cock within an inch of Joey's
lips.   I bet my son was telling Joey to suck his
dick.  I couldn't hear from where I was I just guessed
that's what Patrick said.
	To my surprise suddenly Joey had Patrick on his back
his legs over his head and his dick pointed at my
son's ass hole.  I wanted to yell.  Get up Patrick and
slug him but didn't say anything.  I guess I was just
too shocked at what was happening.  Now Joey was
screwing Patrick like there was no tomorrow.
	"Screw him son."  I heard from down the bleachers and
realized it was Joey's dad Dave.  Fuck I could have
rolled up in a ball and hid under the seat.  This had
to be the most humiliating time in my life.
	I wanted to yell.  "Your no fucking son of mine
Patrick."  However I kept silent instead.  From
another part of the bleachers I heard someone else
yell but didn't know what they said.
	I guess Joey must have shot his wad because he got
off my son and walked to the locker room.  Walking
tall and proud.  My hopeless son was still laying on
the wrestling match.  I couldn't bare to look and
buried my head in my hands.  When I finally looked up
Joey was gone and I was sitting alone in the
bleachers.  I got up and walked to the back door of
the gym and ran out the door to my car.  I didn't even
look around as I rushed to my car got up, started the
engine, put my foot on the floor of the gas peddle and
pealed out of the parking lot and headed home.    When
I got home I went to the reck room in the basement and
poured myself a stiff rum without mix and swallowed
it.  I felt hot and sweaty so took off my jacket sat
down and removed my shoes and socks.  I was still hot
and before I knew it I was stripped to my boxers and
decided what the hell and took them off as well.  I
tried to calm myself down sitting in my recliner but
what happened in the school gym kept playing over like
a instant replay in a hockey game.   I had the rum
bottle beside my chair and was on my third drink when
I heard the door up stairs and knew Patrick was
finally home.  I got up and went to the stairs and
holland.  "Patrick get the fuck down here."  I suppose
I could have got up and at least put on my boxers but
thought what the hell Patrick's already been nude in
front of me, the fathers and sons at school he can see
his dad nude.
	I went back to my chair and sat down.  A few minutes
later I saw Patrick come in the reck room with his
head bent to the floor.
	"Shut the door and get over here Patrick."  I said.
	I didn't know what I intended to say or do.  I looked
at him and said.  "Look at me.  You slut."   How could
you let Joey take you down and even worse screw you in
front of everyone.
	"Dad."  Patrick said looking into my eyes.  "I'm
sorry.  I really am sorry."
	"Is that all you can say.  Your sorry.  Your fucking
sorry.  Do you realize how you made me feel today?"  I
yelled.
	"It's not like I did it on purpose dad."  Joey said
and could tell he had raised his voice a tone.
	"Don't raise your voice to me Patrick.  You're not
too old to have your pants yanked down and strapped."
I said.
	"You'd like that you pervert."  Patrick suddenly
yelled.  "Look at you nude and with a hard on at that.
 I bet you wish you had been Joey this afternoon
screwing me.  Or maybe you wish you were me and I was
Joey screwing you."
	"Now that's gone far enough Patrick."  I said looking
up seeing Patrick pulling his T-shirt over his head
and undoing his jeans pushing them down his muscular
legs.  I could see the bulge in his boxers.   He sat
down in the chair across from me and finished taking
his pants and socks off.  I couldn't believe my eyes
in the matter of what seemed seconds Patrick had
stripped down to his boxers and now was even lifting
off the chair to pull them over his butt, push down
his legs and kicked them across the floor.
	"I see your still hard dad and looking at my big
thick dick.  I know you want it."  He said.
	"Stop this son.  You made an ass hole out of yourself
today and now your blaming me."  I said.
	"Who's blaming you.  I'm just saying you want to suck
my dick.  I bet you always wanted to get down between
my legs and suck me."  Patrick said.
	"I told you that's enough."  I moaned.
	"Do I have to come over there and pull you over
there?"  Patrick said.  "Stop this game playing slut.
I didn't get off this afternoon and I got a big ball
load of cum ready.  So just get out of that chair and
crawl over to me."  Patrick said.
	I stood up and walked over to where Patrick was
sitting my hand in the air ready to slap Patrick's
face.  I had never raised a hand to him before but I
couldn't let him get away talking to me like this.
He was pushy to all the whips at his school and in the
neighbourhood but doing this to me was too far.
Before I could bring my hand down to slap his face he
had grabbed my hand in his powerful hand.   "Get
down."  He said.
	He had twisted my arm in such a way I had no choice
but to get on my knees to stop him from twisting my
arm off.   "Son, stop this."
	"I will as soon as you do what I tell you bitch."
Patrick said.
	He let go of my arm but before I could move he had my
head between his hands and forcing my head toward his
thick cut bigger than average cock.   "From now on
bitch you do as I tell you to do.  I learned today
after Joey took me down I had to learn that submissive
stuff and that had to be from you.  Well now you can
really be submissive you weak pitiful shit head.
	I brought my hands up and put them on his bare legs.
I tried to push my head up.  I was concentrating on
moving my head away from Patrick's cock I didn't see
what he was doing and was surprised when I felt a
sting across my left cheek.  "Open your mouth cunt."
Patrick said.
	I closed my eyes and put my hand up to message where
Patrick had slapped me.  I must have slipped because
when I opened my eyes Patrick's cock was so close to
my lips I could have stuck my tongue and touched it.
I don't know why but suddenly I felt memorized by his
big thick cock.  It looked like something I had never
saw before and I had the erg to lick his cock head not
to mention message his big hanging balls.  "Stop
this."  I said to myself.
	"That's the way dad message those balls."  Patrick
was saying and dam I looked down and saw I had raised
my hand and was indeed messaging his big balls.   What
the hell was I doing?  Was I off my rocker?  "Go on
lick my cock head.  You know you want to."
	"No."  I said.  "No.  You stop this Patrick."
	When I looked down Patrick had pushed my head forward
and my lips were brushing against his cock.   I was
feeling buzzed.  I didn't know if it had been because
of the couple of shots of rum or the blood rushing to
my head.  But I dropped my head.   I opened my mouth
to protest when suddenly Patrick's big cock head
entered my mouth.   "No teeth pops."  He said.	I heard
Patrick over top of me saying over and over.  "That's
the way.  Yes that's the way."
	I felt my head getting lighter and lighter.   I don't
know why but slowly the centre of all my thoughts were
on Patrick's cock.  I felt like I had to please
Patrick for some reason and lowered my head.   His
cock hit the back of my throat.  I felt like I was
going to gag.   However it seemed Patrick didn't care
if I choked and pushed his cock forward and filled my
throat.   I could feel his large balls on my bottom
lip.   "Oh yes dad.  Oh fuck I should have taken you
in hand years ago."  Patrick said as his cock slid
from my throat and I tried to take a breath through my
nose.  "That's it breath through your nose.  That's
the way to do it dad."
	I felt Patrick's hand on the back of my head again
pushing down.  I felt like a zombi and couldn't help
myself.  I just had to please Patrick.  His demanding
tone had left replaced by this magnetic voice.
	Suddenly I felt my head jerked down and was brought
back to reality when I heard Patrick saying.  "Yes, oh
fuck yes dad take my cum.  Take it all you fucking
homo."
	"I couldn't help but swallow my own son's cum and
hearing him call me a homo made me want to bite his
cock but I caught myself realizing it was Patrick's
cock my own son's cock I'd be biting.  He was pulling
his cock out of my mouth his cock still shooting yet
another big load on my tongue.  It was the very first
cum I had tasted and it had to be my son's.
	"Oh fuck I needed to shoot my load dad and you're a
great cock sucker."  Patrick said.
	I didn't know what to say but remained on my knees
looking up at my son Patrick for further orders.
	"Well don't just kneel there get up, clean up and fix
dinner.  Can't you see I'm hungry."  Patrick said and
snapped his fingers.
	I should have said or done something to straighten
out who was the father and who was the son but instead
I got up and headed for the washroom to clean up.  I
washed all over came out and dried up before going
back in the reck room where Patrick was reclining in
my favourite recliner.  I walked over to him.  "What
he would like for dinner Patrick?"  I asked
	"What did you say fag boy?  I don't think you were
addressing me because I didn't here Sir first."
Patrick said without talking his eyes from the TV
news.
	"Sorry Sir." and laughed thinking Patrick had to be
joking.  After all I was his dad.
	Before I could take a step or say another word
Patrick was on his feet and his hand was slapping my
face.  "Listen you good for nothing peace of shit you
do what I tell you from now and you show respect at
the same time.
	I put my hand up to my face and rubbed it and said in
a respectful tone.  "Yes Sir sorry please forgive me.
I'll cook what ever you would like to eat Sir."
	I could see from now on in our house at least who was
going to be the Master and who would be the slave.  I
just had to hope it wouldn't go further than the
house.  joejoe_75202@yahoo.com