Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2022 14:08:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jockbros Jockbros <jockbros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jockboy Adventures - Rocky Chapter 16

Hey bros - sorry it's been a while.  But a lot of you said you wanted
some quality time for just Rocky and his Dad, so here you go.  Hope you
like it.  Next chapter will probably be one of the other jockboys,
haven't decided which one yet though.


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Rocky Chapter 16 - Lazy Sunday with Dad


I was exhausted from my long Saturday of lacrosse, jacking off with Zach,
Ray, and Erik, and then the hockey game.  I woke up late Sunday morning,
when I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom off my bedroom.  Dad
sauntered up to the open door, naked, his dick bouncing on his big balls.
He put his hands on the top of the door frame and stretched, giving me a
great view of his hairy armpits along with the rest of his manly body.  I
loved how relaxed we could be, free to be naked in my room and bathroom,
just like in the locker room.


"Morning sport. You finally awake?" he asked me.


"Mmhmm..." I nodded.


"Guess you were pretty tired.  You had a pretty long, busy day, huh?"
Dad asked as he walked over to my bed.


"Mmhmm," I nodded again, still sleepy.


"Come on Lazybones, time to wake up!" Dad hollered as he suddenly
tugged the covers off me with a mischievous laugh.


"Daaaad," I groaned, suddenly cold.  I looked down and saw my teen cock
at its full morning wood hardness.  "Gimme the covers back!" I whined.


"Why buddy? Don't be ashamed of your morning boner, it happens to all
guys. And I gotta say, it's looking pretty big, sport. I think you're
growing," Dad said.


"No, I don't care about that Dad," I said, even though I was happy to
hear he thought it looked big, "I'm just cold!"


"Oh," Dad laughed.  "Yeah, I guess that was pretty mean of me. It is a
little chilly this morning.  Here, we'll both warm up," he said as he
climbed into my bed next to me and covered us both with the blankets.


My bed was not big, so we had to fidget around to fit and get
comfortable.  I sighed in content as I settled my head back on Dad's
bicep, laying on my side against him.  His leg hair tickled mine, and his
left hand idly rubbed my back.  I was loving this.  Usually on Sundays
Dad would come through my room, we'd both use the bathroom, and then
head down for breakfast. "Where's mom?" I asked.


"Gone shopping at the outlets all day with your aunt," Dad answered.
"So it's just us today, sport."


"Oh cool," I said, excited but still not fully awake.


"Yeah, I'm glad," Dad said.  "You've had a lot of male bonding time
- with Erik and Jay, at Paul's house - which is awesome.  But I feel bad
that I wasn't around for any of them."


"Oh, that's okay Dad," I replied.  "We've been bonding too! Getting
my jock, when-"


"Yeah, I know Rock, but that's not all I meant...it made me realize how
much I miss that stuff!" Dad said with a laugh. "I love your mom of
course, and I love our life, but sometimes I miss hanging with just the
boys," he laughed again.


"Well we can hang whenever you want Dad," I said eagerly.


"Thanks sport, I'm happy to hear that.  We've got today to do whatever
we want - we can pretend like we're at Paul's and walk around naked all
day if we want to!" Dad said.


"Sweet!" I said.


"But we don't have to get up quite yet, either.  This is kinda nice
just laying here, right?" Dad asked.


"Yeah Dad, definitely," I took a deep breath and sighed.  Dad's scent
filled my nose.  Not fully sweaty and funky, like after a game, but just
manly and musky.  "You smell so good Dad," I said.


"You think so sport? Good.  I think so too, haha," he answered.  "And
so do you buddy."


"Really?" I asked, surprised.  "Not like you though."


"Well no, but it'll get stronger as you grow.  Keep those balls
churning out jizz and they'll have you all smelly and hairy like me in
no time."


"I hope so," I sighed, moving my left hand over to play with Dad's
patch of chest hair.  I took another deep inhale of his musk.


"You really do like it, huh sport? See your mom hates it, so I gotta
stay pretty fresh and clean for her.  And I found the right Old Spice to
keep me smelling like a man, but good enough for her. But man, back when
Paul and I had the apartment, that place reeked like the locker room with
the two of us stinking it up non stop."


"Sounds like Erik and Jay's," I said with a laugh.


"Oh, yeah, I bet, haha.  Erik said you liked it over there.  And that
you were pretty into his smell too," Dad said with amusement.


"Yeah Dad. But yours is better."  I turned my face more fully toward
his hairy armpit to get even more of that delicious scent.


"Haha, glad you think so.  Attaboy. That morning smell is good isn't
it? All those pheromones," Dad said.


I was still running my hand through his chest hair too. "I wanna be all
manly and hairy just like you Dad," I sighed.


"You will sport.  And real quick if you keep that testosterone pumping.
Working out a lot, jacking off a lot, that raises your testosterone
level.  Jizz has a lot of testosterone in it, so when you bust a load,
your nuts know they've got to get to work making more," Dad explained.


"Hopefully the testosterone in all the jizz that Erik and Jay shot on me
yesterday will soak in and make my chest hair grow," I said with a
giggle.


"That's what I was always told, sport," Dad laughed. "But even just
this - breathing in my scent and pheromones - you're getting more
testosterone into your body.  And you're perfect for your age. You're
right on track to be a manly stud.  It's just that you only ever see
guys in the locker room who are older than you.  You'll see tomorrow
when lacrosse starts tomorrow- all the boys your age are just like you.
Actually, you're probably ahead of them.  I bet a lot of them don't
even have pubes yet.  And I can just about guarantee NOBODY will have
balls as big as yours."


"You think so Dad?"  hearing that did make me feel better.  And it also
made me excited for the lacrosse locker room!


"Definitely," Dad replied.


"But I still can't wait.  So I've got to get as much testosterone as
possible..." I trailed off as I buried my face fully into Dad's hairy
pit, breathing it all in.


"Hehe I think you're well on your way son," Dad said softly, still
rubbing my back.


I was running my hand up and down his hairy chest and stomach. Dad
didn't have a six pack, but he was in good shape.  I guess I got lost
with my face in Dad's pit, and my hand must have traveled further,
because eventually my hand bumped against something that I quickly
realized was my Dad's hard cock.


"Uh...sorry...?" I said, not sure quite what to say.


"It's okay buddy, we both got one. I told you all guys get morning
wood.  And you're doing a pretty good job of grinding yours into my leg,
so I think we're all good," Dad said with a laugh and a reassuring pat
on my back.


I hadn't realized I was doing it, but my teenage boner was definitely
rubbing up and down on Dad's hairy thigh.  It felt good, and Dad
obviously didn't mind, so I didn't stop.  And I didn't stop rubbing
his fur and sniffing his musk, either.  I let my hand drift freely south,
running my fingers through his thick bush before coming back up again.  I
repeated this a few times, feeling his hard cock on the back of my
knuckles.


 I took one last deep breath of his pit and moved my face under the
blankets into the center of his hairy pecs.  "Mmm," I groaned, "it
smells even better under here, Dad."  I kept playing with his pubes.
They were so long, I was enjoying running my fingers through them,
stretching them away from his body, and feeling them curl back up.


"Mmmhmmm, I bet it does," Dad replied.  "You better hope I don't fart
and dutch oven you under there," he added with a laugh. I laughed too,
and got more daring, letting my hand drift down to his massive hairy
nutsack.  It filled up my palm and felt hot in my hand.  Dad let out
another "mmm," and kept rubbing my back.


"Your balls are so big, Dad," I said in awe.


"Haha I know they are, sport.  And they're getting kind of hot and
sweaty under these blankets," Dad said.


"Yeah they feel pretty sweaty," I murmured as I let my fingers drift
into the crevice where his big sack met his groin.  "I bet they smell
amazing."


"Go ahead and find out for yourself, sport," Dad said.


I couldn't believe my ears, but I didn't wait to be told twice.  I
scooted my head further down Dad's torso, further into the dark under
the blankets, and the musky scent immediately intensified. My Dad's long
pubes tickled my nose and I breathed deep.


"Yeah buddy, get your face in my sweaty bush," Dad encouraged me. "I
think you're gonna love it."


"Mmmm..." I moaned, and sniffed deeper. The blankets were trapping his
sweaty musky manly scent. I tried to move down to his balls, but Dad's
leg was kind of in the way.


"Here sport, let's try this," Dad said, tossing the blankets off us,
and swinging his left leg over me.  I tried to catch a glimpse of his
furry taint or hole, but Dad's big nuts hung too low. "Here," Dad said
again, patting his thigh, "use this for a pillow."


 I was now between Dad's legs.  While the blankets weren't there to
contain the scent, Dad spreading his legs seemed to release even more
pheromones.  I rested my head on Dad's hairy left thigh and resumed my
deep breathing.


"There ya go, buddy.  Even better than my jockstrap, isn't it?" Dad
asked mischievously.


"Mmmhmm," I murmured from in his dense forest of pubes.


"Get in between my balls and my leg, sport, that's where it smells the
best," Dad said as he pulled his sack to the side a little.


I got my nose in and DAMN - he was right. "MMM!" I exclaimed. Dad just
laughed. I move my nose up and down, breathing deep. Dad must have let
his sack go, because all of a sudden it was tight against my face.
Without a thought I grabbed gently and moved it back out of the way so I
could get more of Dad's sweet crotch scent.  After a couple more
breaths, I realized I had my Dad's balls in my hand, and I was humping
my hard dick into the mattress.  That only made me pause long enough to
move his balls to the right and get my face in the other side.


"Damn son, you really can't get enough, huh? Attaboy.  I've always
loved it too - I think every guy likes their own scent.  And most like
others, they just won't admit it, haha.  Glad we don't have any of
those hangups, huh?  I knew you'd appreciate me storing my hockey bag in
your bathroom.  Just like me when I was your age - I loved when Uncle
Keith would bring his bag home after a game and let it stink up our
room..." Dad chatted away, but I was too absorbed in his ball scent to
really listen.


I was so turned on.  He smelled so good, but I needed more. I stuck my
tongue out and licked along the side of Dad's balls. It tasted salty and
delicious.


"Whoa sport - you want a taste too?" Dad asked with a little surprise.


I paused and looked up, past my Dad's giant sack, his huge bush, and his
hard cock.  "Can I?" I asked apologetically.


"Sure you can, sport.  Hell, I can't tell you how many puckboys have
licked these nuts over the years.  And teammates, for that matter.  When
you've got nuts as big as we do, guys can't get enough of em...you'll
see.  Anyway, yeah, go for it sport - you can taste whatever you want!"
Dad said with a reassuring smile.


That was all I needed to hear -  I attacked Dad's nuts with my tongue.
I wanted to lick every drop of sweat and manliness off of them.  It was
great to feel Dad's big balls on my face, smell his musk, taste his
sweat, and hear him let out a low moan all at once.  I was lost in all of
those sensations; I have no idea how long that went on.


But I was pulled out of my reverie when Dad stopped moaning and sighing
and said, "Damn Rocky, that feels really great...you got me leaking
something fierce."  I paused and raised my head to see Dad's turgid
dick pointing up and to the left, laying against his stomach in a pool of
precum.  "You wanna taste that too?" Dad asked as he scooped up a gob
of it.  I nodded and opened my mouth.  Dad stuck two fingers in my mouth,
and I sucked all the delicious precum off them that I could.


"Yeah buddy.  You really do love that stuff, don't you?" Dad asked,
his fingers still in my mouth.


"Mmhmm," I nodded again. I had tasted other guys precum, but this was
my first time sampling Dad's.  It did not disappoint. I loved it.


"Good," Dad said, pulling his fingers out to load them up again.  "And
I gotta say, it really does taste great," he added as he brought his
fingers to his own mouth. "Mmmm," he murmured as he sucked them clean.


"Erik said you were ready to drink his precum right from the tap, ready
to put your mouth right on his schlong," Dad went on.


"Is that okay?" I asked, suddenly concerned I had done something wrong.


"Sure sport, usually.  Precum, and cum for that matter, are full of
testosterone, and you want all you can get.  But I don't ever want you
to feel like you have to do that for anyone, it's up to you," Dad said,
licking another gob of precum off his own fingers. "As long as you like
it, and they like it, what's wrong with it? Just a couple guys making
each other feel good.  It's what a lot of buddies do. But you should
only do it for certain guys - manly, athletic guys who you respect, or
look up to, or wanna be like."


Was he saying what I thought he was saying? My already rock hard dick
throbbed. "Well...Dad....you're manly, and athletic, and I wanna be just
like you..." I said, cautiously putting my hand on the base of my Dad's
cock.


"Then go for it sport.  Lick it clean.  And if you do it good, it'll
make even more come out for you."


I gripped the hairy base of Dad's cock more firmly, and slowly and
carefully raised it off his stomach into the air.  There was a trail of
precum coming out of his big piss slit, and I gently but eagerly swiped
it up with my tongue.  It tasted amazing, and I loved the feel of my
Dad's cockflesh on my tongue. More licks followed, and soon I was
running my tongue up, down, and all round my Dad's hard dick.


"Mm guess you really do like that," Dad chuckled.


It was more than that, I was obsessed with it.  I wanted his cock to be
part of me, I wanted it to be mine, I wanted to merge with it somehow.  I
opened my mouth around the head of Dad's cock, and was rewarded with the
sweet taste of more precum. We both groaned in pleasure, though mine was
muffled by the cock in my mouth. I started taking in more and more of
Dad's dick.  I guess I had seen some porn before, but I wasn't thinking
about it - just letting instinct take over.  I knew what made my dick
feel good, so I knew what would make Dad's dick feel good.  And having
as much of his meat in my mouth as possible made me feel good too.


Again, my senses were full - the smell of his musk, the taste of his
precum, the feel of his cock in my mouth and hands, the sound of his
sighs, the sight of his hairy bush getting closer to my face with each
downward thrust of my head.


"Whoa sport, you sure you've never done this before?" Dad asked.


I paused, and there was an audible "pop" as Dad's dick came out of my
mouth. "No Dad...why?"


"Cause you're damn good at it.  Must just be a natural, I guess." Dad
smiled as he tousled my hair, and I got back to work. Dad had gotten me
off twice - once at the sporting goods store when he bought me my first
jock, and once in the shower with the shower head pulsing on my dick. I
was determined to get him to cum.


Oh fuck, if I did this right, Dad was gonna cum! And then I could taste
and eat that too! I had been so caught up in everything, I hadn't even
really thought about that before. I started to move up and down on his
dong further and faster.


"Damn son that's good.  You're getting me close. Do you wanna taste my
cum?" Dad asked, still running his fingers through my hair.


"Mmhmm," I confirmed, trying to look up and nod while not taking his
meat out of my mouth.


"Attaboy.  I don't wanna choke you though. Or drown you, haha," Dad
said. "Here come down on the floor and get down on your knees." I
scrambled quickly to follow his directions. Knees spread, balls on the
carpet, teenage dick sticking straight up, hard as a rock. Dad stood up
from the bed in front of me, his cock looking enormous over my head.
"You want some more? Go ahead," Dad said encouragingly, and I dove back
onto his tubesteak. He kept talking while I was sucking. "You're doing
that so good, I'm gonna cum soon.  Now when I get real close, I'm gonna
pull out of your mouth a little" - I looked up at him with concern in my
eyes, and cock in my mouth - "don't worry buddy, let me finish.  I'm
gonna pull out a little, so I can shoot right into your mouth. That way
it won't gag you, and you'll actually be able to taste it.  Understand?
Yeah? You ready for it? You wanna taste your Dad's sperm? Yeah? All
right...get ready....Unfh! Unfh!" Dad grunted and did exactly what he said
he was going to do.


I felt a jet of his cum hit the back of my throat, and another, and
another on my tongue (I hadn't even realized I was sticking my tongue
out) as Dad held my head in place with one hand and continued stroking
his cock with the other. Jet after jet kept coming, and I had to swallow
some of it.  It tasted salty and sweet and bitter all at once.
Eventually the shots slowed, and Dad milked the last drops into my
waiting open mouth as he sighed.


"How was that, sport?" he asked.


I gulped down my second mouthful of Dad jizz. "So good."


"Yeah...attaboy.  Oops, here's a little more," Dad said as he scooped
up a spot that had landed on my cheek. "Bad aim," he said with a laugh,
as he popped the finger in my mouth. "That's it.  Damn son, think how
much testosterone you've gotten this morning.  You're gonna be as hairy
as me by the afternoon!" We both laughed, and Dad flopped down onto the
bed.


"Here sport, sit right here," he said, scooting back against my
headboard and gesturing for me to come right between his legs. "Rest
your back against me.  We gotta get you off now, before blue balls set
in."


I didn't know what he meant by blue balls, but I could tell it wasn't
good, and I didn't wanna waste any time.  So I climbed up and sat down,
leaning back against Dad's furry chest. I could feel his sweat, and his
still half hard cock sticking up along my back. "There ya go," he
said.  "Relax, and let me take care of you now."


He reached both arms around and ran them down my chest, stomach, and into
my sparse pubes. "You got such a nice patch of pubes started here," he
said softly into my ear.  "I bet you've got more of a bush than any of
the guys your age.  You'll see tomorrow at lacrosse, most of em probably
don't have a single hair on their nuts." Dad started running his hands
down around my nuts.  "And I guarantee none of em are gonna have balls
as big as yours," he said and we both laughed.  Then Dad kept his left
hand on my balls and wrapped his right around my throbbing dick.  I
shuddered with a wave of pleasure. "You're right on the edge, aren't
you Rocky?" Dad asked.


"Yeahhhhhh," I whined.


"Good.  I wanna see how much cum you've made since last night," Dad
said starting to stroke my boner.  I don't know how many times he went
up and down, but it couldn't have been more than ten. Dad was whispering
encouragements into my ear, but I was too busy and loud myself to hear
them.  I couldn't find coherent words to warn Dad, but I bet he could
feel my balls tighten up.  I exploded everywhere - my face, my chest, my
stomach, Dad's arms and legs.  It felt like my orgasm lasted an hour.


When I came back down into my body, Dad was running his fingers through
the cum on my torso.  "Damn son, quite a load," he said with obvious
pride.


"Yeah?" I asked weakly.


"Yeah," Dad confirmed as he started to scoop it up and feed it to me.
"If you don't have anything better to do with your spooge, you might as
well eat it," he said as I sucked his fingers clean and nodded.  He took
one glob into his own mouth and said "Mmm...tastes a lot like mine." I
laughed. "Well what do you think bud? Should we clean off? Hop in the
shower?"  Now that I had cum, I was ready to go right back to sleep.
"Or nah? Just be sweaty gross filthy animals?"


"Mmm...let's do that," I murmured as I turned back over to rest my
sweaty head on Dad's sweaty chest, utterly content with a belly full of
both our our loads.


"Haha, attaboy, sport.  Good choice," Dad sighed, settling back in.


We both dozed off.


I woke up to Dad's chest hair tickling my nose, my sweaty body stuck to
his. He was gently rubbing my back.  "Mmmm..." I hummed, loving all
these sensations. Dad's dick was laying on his stomach, surrounded in
pubes and treasure trail.  "You've got such a great dick, Dad."


"Haha, well sport, I'm glad you think so.  But there's plenty of guys
with better dicks than me.  I'm happy with what I've got though," Dad
said.


"I think it's great," I sighed.  "I hope mine is just like it."


"It will be soon, Rock.  And I'm serious, I wouldn't be surprised if
yours ends up even bigger," Dad replied.


I couldn't imagine that.  "We'll see, I guess," I said. "Until then,
can I play with yours?"


"Sure sport," Dad chuckled.  "It's all yours, anytime you want.
Well...anytime you want, AND that we can get away with it."


"Thanks Dad." I reached down to hold it in my left hand.  It was soft,
but still felt heavy and awesome.  "Can I suck it some more?"


"Go for it, son. But I gotta warn you, I don't think I'll be able to
blow another load yet," Dad warned.


"That's okay," I said as I wiggled down and licked his cock from root
to tip.   As I took it all the way in my mouth, I reached down to cup his
giant sack in my left hand.


"Mmm that feels great, sport," Dad moaned.  "But it's making me
realize how bad I gotta pee.  Time out - bathroom break," Dad said as he
stood up from the bed, pulling his floppy cock out of my mouth. "You
must have to go too?" he asked, standing up.


I was mesmerized watching his cock and balls swing, and then his hairy,
sweaty ass crack. Eventually I snapped out of it and realized I did have
to piss, so I scrambled to the bathroom after Dad.


"Thought so, haha.  Cool, we can cross swords," Dad said as he scooted
to the far side of the toilet so I could step up to it too.  He let loose
a big loud stream of piss and sighed.  I angled my semi down towards the
bowl and soon I was peeing too.  Dad steered his hose back and forth,
cutting through my stream, and we both laughed some. We finished about
the same time, and Dad asked, "you good?"


"Yeah," I nodded, but then realized. "Wait, actually Dad, I think I
gotta go number 2."


"All right then buddy, it's all yours. I'll leave you to it, and get
started on some breakfast.  Sound good?" Dad asked.


"Yeah, awesome," I said as I sat down and Dad headed out.


When I got downstairs, Dad was pulling toast out of the toaster.  I
hadn't been sure if I should put clothes on, but I guess I made the
right decision staying naked, because Dad was bareass too.


We spent the rest of the day naked.  We had gotten used to being naked
together in the locker room, or my bedroom and bathroom, but it was
different and cool to be naked all over the house.  Being in the kitchen
and seeing Dad's balls drag across the counter as he grabbed a glass off
the top shelf.  Sitting on the couch watching TV with Dad, both of us
bareass naked. I reached over and started running my fingers through
Dad's chest hair. Eventually I drifted down into his pubes, loving how
long and thick they were.


I started to get hard, my dick slowly rising with each heartbeat. "Looks
like you're getting ready for another round," Dad remarked.


"Haha I think so.  How about you?" I asked, running my hand over his
heavy cock to cup his hefty nuts.


"I don't know sport. Maybe not yet.  Why don't you show me how you
work that meat of yours?  Show me how you beat off," Dad said
mischievously.


"Okay Dad," I said as I took my dick in hand and began stroking.


Dad was running his hands all over my body, giving me all kinds of
encouragement. "Yeah, attaboy, stroke that dick...you know what to
do...you really know how to handle that thing....been practicing a lot,
huh? Hell yeah, all guys do...or should...gotta get those nuts working
overtime..." He tweaked my nipples.  "How's that feel?"


"Eh, " I shrugged, "okay I guess?"


"Haha, okay," Dad replied.  "For some guys, their nipples are like
magic, and playing with them makes them feel amazing."


"Like Jay?" I asked.


"Yup.  One good titty twister can make him blow his wad," Dad laughed.
"Sorry to say it looks like you inherited my not very sensitive nips.
How's this feel though?" Dad asked as he reached down to lightly tickle
my nutsack.


"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned. It felt great, his fingers just touching the
hair on my balls, felt amazing.


"Ahh, well looks like you inherited that too," Dad said.  He moved to
kneel down on the floor between my legs, still playing with my balls. He
would switch between light caresses, fully cupping my sack, tugging
gently on it, rubbing the area right behind my balls, all while
encouraging me. "Yeah, you got those big Baker balls, gotta treat em
right...make sure everyone knows how much pleasure they can bring...damn
look at them starting to tighten up already...see if you can hold off a
little longer, sport....it'll feel even better if you do..."


I looked down, and now saw Dad's rock hard cock pointing to the
ceiling.  Dad followed my gaze.


"That's right son, watching you work your cock got me all hard...guys
love getting off together...boners are always contagious..." He was
stroking his own cock now.  "And it's a crime to let good wood go to
waste."  Dad pressed the head of his cock against my balls.


"Unhh," I groaned in pleasure, feeling his big helmet rub against my
nads. Dad was rubbing his fat hard on up and down, from my taint over my
nuts to the base of my smaller boner. I slouched even further down on the
couch, so my ass was fully off the edge and pressed against Dad harder.


"Yeah, feels good to have another man rub against you, doesn't it
Rocky? Another hard cock?  Just feels right, doesn't it....only another
man can understand what it's like to have a cock...how good it can
feel...how to handle it..."


Dad sat up taller on his knees, and I felt his bigger, hairier nuts
against my smaller and less hairy nuts.  Our balls were bouncing as we
both stroked our dicks.  It felt incredible and I moaned loudly. "Yeah
buddy? You like feeling our sacks against each other? Feels good, huh...I
can feel your ball hair tickling mine...your nuts getting all tight, ready
to explode...that's it, sport...show me how you handle it...stroke that
dick...blow that load...make me proud..."


Between Dad cheering me on, the sight of him stroking his huge dong, and
the feel of his hairy nuts against mine, it was all too much.  "I'm
gonna cum..." I panted.


"Yeah sport, do it...blast that load...show me how you shoot," Dad said
with a smirk.


"Hnnghughhhhhhhh," I groaned as my balls erupted.  I watched as my cock
shot rope after rope into the air, landing all over my chest, stomach,
and pubes.  And I saw my Dad's eyes light up with delight and pride as
he watched me.


"Damn son, fuck yeah!" Dad grunted as he paused his jerking to smear a
hand across my jizz covered torso.  He brought that hand back to his cock
with a sigh, "Ah...hell yeah...jizz really does make the best
lube...especially when it's your son's...damn sport I didn't think I was
gonna nut again, but watching you really got my juices flowing.  I'm
gonna add my load to yours," he said as he stood up, one hand on his
nuts while the other stroked his dick - now covered in my cum. I was
still idly playing with my cock, coming down from my second orgasm of the
day.


As I watched, Dad's cock started spewing sperm.  It rained down all over
me as he made the same grunts and groans I had just seconds earlier.
"Fuck yeah son..." he said, and then "attaboy," as I opened my mouth
to catch some.  As his squirts were slowing down Dad put a knee on the
couch on each side of my torso and brought his cock right close,
squeezing the last few shots out directly into my waiting mouth.  This
time I savored the taste and feel of them on my tongue before swallowing.


"Damn son, you look great covered in jizz.  Must have been quite a sight
when you had Erik and Jay and Zach's loads all over you," Dad said.


"I don't know Dad, I think you might have shot as much as all three of
them combined," I said with a laugh.


"I doubt it sport," Dad panted.  "But we did both shoot a lot for our
second round of the day. But I'm glad you like manbatter so much...feels
good, doesn't it?" I smiled and nodded as Dad dragged his softening
heavy cock across the puddles of cum on my torso.  "Well enjoy this
slippery feeling while it lasts...soon this chest'll be covered with
hair," he punctuated his sentence with a couple heavy thwaps of his cock
against my pecs.


"You really think so Dad?" I asked eagerly.


"Definitely. You remind me of me when I was your age.  Keeping those
nuts working over time, keep getting as much testosterone as you can, and
you'll be like me in no time," Dad said as he rubbed his free hand
through his chest hair. "You wanna clean this off?" he asked as he
brought his thick rubbery dong to my mouth.


"Mmhmm" I mumbled as I engulfed it in my mouth. It was covered with
both of our semen, though I couldn't honestly taste any difference
between the two.  I kept licking his cock well after it was already
clean; I just wanted to keep it in my mouth as long as possible.


"All right sport, I think I'm good," Dad eventually said. He gently
pulled his dick out of my mouth.


"Aww..." I whined.


"Sorry sport, I can only take so much," Dad chuckled.  "This is great
though, I'm glad you're so into it.  Been a long time since I had a
buddy to get off with living under the same roof.  That's what buddies
do - help each other feel good, get off, blow loads.  You cool with that,
Rocky?"

"Hell yeah Dad."  I had never spoken a more honest sentence in my
life.


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