Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2018 17:09:30 +0100
From: Buster Ward <Busterward@mail.com>
Subject: Dutch

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Dutch

I had never really been a team sports kind of kid. It's to that I wasn't
athletic, I just preferred to compete with my self rather and the clock
than in some game. My Dad thinks it's because I'm not trusting of my peers
but for me it's like I know what I'm capable of and how to push
myself. Plus I'm a total queer, my Dad doesn't think it's a big deal
anymore but I know high school guys and I'm totally not into the hassle.

I love cycling and my Dad likes the fact that I have a giant muscly ass;
He's a total perv about it but in a good way. We've been having sex since I
came out to him last year. He's a great Dad but an amazing lay, not that I
have a ton of experience but still. If it wasn't about me joining his team
at school, I don't think we'd ever fight. I know he wants me to be
comfortable and have a great high school experience, like he, did but I'm
not jumping to be the poster sissy of my high school. I also think his
players would be less into the idea of their great coaches fag son cruising
them in the shower than he thinks they'd be.

They were having summer practices at the local college and I was riding
their track everyday for training. Everyday it seemed he would try some new
tactic to get me to going the team, telling me what position he needed
someone just like me in, how big a help I would be ect... he even tried to
pimp his players to me telling me which ones he thought were game for
it. It was really wearing on me and his persistence was infuriating.

It had already been a frustrating day; I had problems with my rear wheel
and had dumped myself twice. Once because I was pushing too hard and then
again when I got distracted by this exceptionally hot Norwegian cyclist
that was training for the world cup. So I was feeling pretty rough when I
wandered into my Dads locker room, I saw some of the guys still on the
field so I figured I had a few minutes to shower and be by myself.

I was surprised Dad was in there on the phone with someone and he seemed
kind of pissed but the call ended before I could figure out what was up. I
breezed past him trying to get to the showers unnoticed when he shouted to
me.

"Dutch? Are you even going to say hello?" He barked at me. I knew right
then that we should probably not talk to each other, we were both too
pissed to be civil and had been butting heads pretty hard. I waved and said
a pretty clipped hey as I tried to keep going but he wasn't letting it
go. He grabbed me by the arm. "What the hell Dutch, don't blow me off like
that, I said, HELLO." that was all he got out before I sort of exploded.

I had sort of had it with the day at that moment and was in no mood for a
lecture or to be scolded like a child. So I lashed out in a way that I
thought would get him to leave me alone. "Jeeze, back off, fuck! Can't I
just.." and that was all I got out.

Dad was on me like a flash, he's in great shape for a man half his age and
still just as quick. He had yanked me over to where he was standing by his
desk and pulled me up by the front of my cycling jersey. "Don't fucking
talk to me that way! Don't come in here acting lie some..." "What DAD?
Pansy!?! SISSY!?! WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO SAY? LITTLE GIRL?!"

I knew when I said it I had crosses the line, that had always been my fear
about Dad, that, that would be what the thought of me deep down. Even
though we slept in the same bed and he fucked me enough that we were
practically husbands, I was afraid he thought less of me that he did other
boys. Truly, it was about his damned football team and this feeling that if
I didn't do it for him I would never measure up in his eyes. All of that
coming to a head in my teenage brain as our confrontation came to an
explosive head.

"I was going to say brat... but if you want to be treat like sissy or like
what? A little girl... then so be it." Dad pull me forward over his desk,
as I started to protest I felt the first stinging slap through the thin
material of my suit. "NOT ONE FUCKING WORD DUTCH. NOT ONE MORE FUCKING
WORD!" He said punctuating the words with more smacks to my ass.

I stood there bent over bracing myself on his desk, too shocked really to
formulate words to say much of anything. I tried to say his name again and
he smacked me hard again, sending shock waves through my body and making my
hole clench, telling me to shut up. Then he stepped around his desk picking
up a box of discarded clothes and dumping them on his desk. He grabbed an
anonymous jock, ordered me to open my mouth and shoved it in. It tasted
like stale sweat and piss, I saw him fish through the pile and pull out
another one that he placed over my head and tied in the back. All I could
do was breath through the pouch and smell the abandoned jock.

He started to walk back to me when something caught his eye. He shoved his
hand in the pile and pulled out a cheerleader skirt, I could only imagine
out it got in there judging by the white stains on the front. He grabbed it
and walked up behind me telling me to stand up, he reached around me and
unzipped my suit and pulled it down me. He made me step out of my bike
shoes and unitard jersey, as he was pulling my unitard down it got hung up
on my cock, an erection I wasn't even aware I had.

"You nasty little fuck." Dad said under his breath, pulling the fabric
free. He pulled the skirt up over my swollen thighs and ass; I could feel
the bottom half of my ass exposed to the air.

He grabbed a handful of jocks off the desk and pushed me towards the
smaller shower room, where the heads were older and closer together. I
walked, feeling ashamed of myself for how I'd made him feel as he continued
to rant. "You think I'm a hard ass, you believe I treat you like a
girl... After all I've done for.. After all the fucking we've done... I
have NEVER ever treated you different......" He snatched my right arm and
pulled it up to the shower head before dropping the rest of his handful of
left over jocks and tied my wrist to the pole before doing the same to the
left. "But maybe I should. Maybe this fucking chip on your shoulder and
this big fucking hard on is all about that or maybe I've been to soft on
you and you need something. Harder." He kicked my legs apart before tying
the ankles to the poles as well.

"Either way... We're both going to find out something's this afternoon. You
insulted me, you insulted my guys... you have no fucking idea what anyone's
going through but you. You've been pretty fucking selfish, so we're getting
paid back." He smacked my ass a few more times, not like he was spanking me
like before but more just to keep my ass red and warm.

He turned around and started the showers, making the room steamy. He turned
to look at me and saw the pleading in my eyes. He reached up and brushed a
way a tear from you cheek. "It's not the time for I'm sorry, there will be
time for that later." He leaned forward and I thought he was going to kiss
me but he moved past my mouth and said lowly in my ear. "Besides you aren't
nearly sorry enough...............yet." And he grabbed the back of my head
and kissed me through the worn pouch covering my mouth and left the room.

A few minutes later I heard a low whistle behind me and the footsteps of a
few people as they approached. I felt air move on my ass as the skirt was
lifted up in the back.

"Damn, coach said there was some pussy in the locker room but I had no idea
it would be his hot boy's pussy." One voice very close said, running a hand
up the deep crevice between my thick cheeks.

"I thought it would be yours for sure.. Or Deuce's maybe." Another voice
said.

"Fuck off Denny." Deuce said, the enormous center walked around us moving
away from the group and choosing a shower a few heads away.

"Sorry, I forgot, you're saving yourself for marriage."

If it was Denny behind me it must mean the voices I heard were from Dad's
Offensive linemen, meaning the other voice was Uli the German blocker that
was built like a 6'2 doorway. Denny was only slightly smaller but mainly
around the middle, I remembered him as having a pretty great chest.

Deuce was probably one of the biggest guys in school at, at least 6'4 of
burly center with really furry forearms and chest. His body reminded me of
my Dad's. I have to say I was disappointed he was so far away, I'd though
about him when I jerked off, more than a couple of times.

I felt someone spit on my hole, rubbing it in with his thumb before a blunt
head started stretching my hole open. My dad had fucked me a lot so I
wasn't any stranger to penetration but this cock was thick and with out any
foreplay I was plenty tight.

"This isn't supposed to be a date fella's, you don't have to make it nice
for him, this is about him apologizing for being such a cunt by giving his
up for you." My Dad said slapping me hard on the ass before moving to the
shower in front of me, opposite Deuce.

The slap made me tighten up as the cock shoved forward, forcing a groan
from me. Then it withdrew before slamming home again, each time reaching
deeper until I felt the pelvis slam against my cheeks. "Fuck his ass is so
big I can't get all the way into his puss, Denny go pull them open."

So Uli was the one fucking me thought, as Denny moved in front of me caught
sight of his cock hard for the first time it was real wide and I was glad
Uli went first. Denny reached around me and pulled my meaty cheeks apart
allowing Uli more access.

Uli pounded away inside me until he lost control and flooded my hole,
shaking as he clutched my body to his. Him and Denny traded places, Denny's
wide cock setting my hole on fire as he stretched me open. Pounding away at
my hole he grabbed my nipples as he bludgeoned my hole open, quickly losing
his self inside me.

Uli had recovered watch his teammate abuse my hole and moved into position
to have another go. I caught eyes with Deuce, realizing he still hadn't,
left even when his teammates were passing me back and forth. The two boys
began making out over my shoulder at they took turns fucking me before
dumping their second loads inside me.

They moved away from me to shower off, continuing to make out and feel each
other up. As they left Uli patted me on the ass saying, "I'm still not
totally sure what you're sorry for but you can apologize any time." Before
the two of them left to get dressed."

I looked across the room as my Dad crossed to Deuce and leaned over him,
thinking they were going to kiss, my face burned with jealousy. He stopped
short, talking to his player before grasping his shoulders and moving him
in front of me.

"I'm telling you Deuce, apology or no, tied up or not, there is no way my
boy would ever refuse you." I looked down and saw him hard for the first
time; if I hadn't been tied up I swear I would have swooned. It was the
biggest cock I'd ever seen on someone my own age, he was nearly as big as
my Dad. I already had a pretty major crush on Deuce and in that moment I
was pretty sure I would do anything for him.

He looked me in the eyes and asked me if it was true. "Can I, I mean do
you, Will you let me, I mean, umm." His stammering desire overwhelmed me; I
nodded emphatically as my Dad pushed him around behind me. "You don't need
to ask it for permission, just lift up her little skirt. See how puffy
those lips are, look at them clench at the air desperate for your cock boy,
are you going to let that pussy go hungry?"

He moved in behind me and my father reached down to grasp his leaking cock,
making Deuce moan as he walked forward. He placed the head at my wet
opening and Deuce began walking his enormous meat inside me. He pushed in
as far as he could go and held still. "So good, so hot and wet." Deuce
moaned into my ear before beginning to shake.

My Dad recognized the impending orgasm slapped my ass making me tighten my
hole around the pulsing shaft as it deposited it contents inside me. He
came so quickly I realized it really was his first time. I clutched his
cock with my hole trying as hard as possible to make it good for him. As he
recovered my Dad moved behind him, pushing his hips in and out, starting
him fucking me in long penetrating strokes just like him as he taught Deuce
how to fuck.

Having cum already, Deuce was able to enjoy the second time. Using my
fucked open hole to experiment. He was hard and soft, twisting and
brutal. He brought me to the edge of cuming then would stop to regain
control. He lifted my skirt to smack my ass and mauled my tits to make my
cunt chew his cock. I felt his breath on my neck before he started to
tentatively nibble and lick my shoulders, encasing my torso with his
arms. He pounded me harder forcing me up onto my toes.

"Do it Deuce, really pound it in to him, he's sorry to you more than any of
them." Dad said encouraging Deuce to breed me again. He picked me up
controlling my hole for his pleasure as his switch tripped, dousing my
insides with his seed.  We stayed like that for several minutes as Deuce
rode out his nut. He seemed to not want to let go as he laid his head on my
shoulder, I could feel his heavy breathing as his hairy torso rested
against my back.

Eventually Dad spoke breaking the spell "Deuce, you'd better get a move on,
you know how your dad gets." He was quiet and very close, like he'd been
holding Deuce up this whole time. Deuce regained his legs a little then
moved to a shower and cleaned up, his cock still mostly hard and standing
out in front of him. He was so handsome; I couldn't take my eyes off of
him, even as he avoided my stares. As he finished showering he seemed to
summon all his courage to come to me "Thanks, I mean, I really enjoyed
myself, I mean I hope it was ok. I'm sorry, I'm, I gotta go." It was the
most endearing thing he could have done in that moment, I wanted to save
him from having to feel bad, to tell him how much I'd always wanted that
from him, to hold him but all I could do was stare at him fumbling. He
walked past me then stepped back, thinking about it for a second and then
pushing the pouch covering my face to the side he kissed me, on the cheek,
like a goodbye kiss for a first date. Then pulled the wet pouch back over
my face and darted away.

After he left, the romance quickly disappeared as my Dad started paddling
my ass again. Telling me I hope I learned my lesson and that I didn't know
everything that everyone was going through. It wasn't as hard as before but
it still stung as he reddened my ass again. I was painfully hard, surprised
at how much I enjoyed the scene, the paddling, being used, being immobile
and I was desperate for my dad to fuck me and bring me off.

He pulled back, and I thought this was it; I was finally going to get off
when he just reached up and untied one hand. "Clean this shit up and lets
go." He said walking away from me leaving me desperate and throbbing. I
dropped my sore arm and just as I was lifting the skirt to grab my cock
"AND don't you dare cum in my fucking shower room. That wasn't for you, it
was for them, your aren't done with your punishment yet." He walked out
grabbing a towel and going to his office.

It took awhile to the straps off my arms and legs and then clean up the
shower room. I started to pull them off my face when my Dad yelled from the
other room "LEAVE THEM ON, I LIKE THE QUIET". I carried all the wet clothes
into the office and set them out to dry, cleaned up the mess on the desk as
my dad watched me diligently work around the room, gathering my stuff and
getting dressed in silence. He grabbed his stuff and walked towards the
door, he turned around to get the lights then looked me in the eyes,
steeling himself for what came next.

"I need you to know I love you. I need you to believe that I love that
you're gay. But what I really need you to do is never let that stand in the
way of what you want to do. You've never said you didn't want to play
football, you only ever told me you were afraid. I don't want that for
anyone, but especially I don't want that for you. It hurts that you think I
would willingly put you in a position for ridicule and that you didn't
trust me enough to know my guys would treat you right. I hope we're past
that, we better be past that." He stared at me looking at my face as I
teared up, my face red and hot with shame.

He reached up and pulled the straps over my head, then pulled the one from
my mouth. "I'm so sorry Daddy." Was all I got out before his mouth closed
over mine as he drew me to him in a crushing hug. We kissed like lovers,
speaking into each other's bodies without words. "So were done with all of
that, right?" Dad said pointedly, moving back to look me in the eyes. "Yes
Sir" I said as we headed out the doors. "But ummm you could still spank me
if you think I need it Daddy." I said sheepishly beside him, still deeply
turned on by what had just happed, now that we understood each other.

He looked at me and smiled. "It didn't seem like too much of a punishment
for you. You seem to be a twisted like your old man. It was damn hot seeing
you all tied up with that cherry red ass, I must say." He swatted me again
"I may have to do that to you when we get home."