Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 12:04:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY JOCK DAD

DISCLAIMER: If you're underage, I envy you! I wish I had somewhere to go
and read about my sexual yearnings when I was your age. If you're my age,
and I'm NOT telling you what that is, sit back, grab some lube and
enjoy. This story is given freely for you to enjoy and hopefully shoot a
load to. And you can share this story with anyone you want, but don't try
and sell it.

MY JOCK DAD
by RimPig
(c) 2001

     I don't know when the fascination with my Dad's body began. I can't
remember back that far. I do remember when I was 3 or 4 refusing to take a
bath. The only way I would get clean was to take a shower with my Dad. Dad
never took baths, only showers. I loved being in the shower with him,
looking at his body with the warm water cascading over it. I especially
loved it when he would squat down and wash me. His large, strong hands
rubbing all over my body would always create the same reaction - my tiny
cock would get as hard as a rock. Dad would always laugh at my little
hardon and always said the same thing. "Not bad there, Sport!  Like Father
like Son!". The other wonderful thing about him washing me was that he
would let me do him. I could rub my hands all over his muscular, hairy
body.

     You see, my Dad was a real jock. He had been an All-American
quarterback in college and had even played two years in the Pro's. That is
until an injury sidelined him and he had to retire. Instead of playing, my
Dad turned to coaching and became, at that time, offensive line coach of a
state university. And even though he could no longer play, Dad believed in
being as physically fit as the young men he was coaching. After all, most
of them were just a few years younger than Dad.

     Unfortunately, by the time I was five, my mom had left Dad and filed
for divorce. Dad had married her when he was still playing in the Pro's and
it was only later that I figured out what she wanted was the money and
status that came from being the wife of a professional quarterback, not the
wife of an under-paid offensive line coach. And she certainly didn't think
that dragging along a little kid would capture another potential
multi-millionaire jock. So she gave Dad full custody of me. And I haven't
seen or heard from her since.

     I guess it's not usual for a guy in his mid-twenties to have the
responsibility for raising a child, but Dad didn't seem to mind. In fact,
considering all the fighting that went on before the divorce, things became
much better after she left. I particularly noticed it with the way Dad
behaved.

     Before the divorce, he had been very withdrawn most of the time. He
didn't ever neglect me, but I could tell that so often, it was a real
effort for him to spend time with me. But he always put me to bed and read
me a story. That was a tradition. It was always Dad who put me to bed. I
wouldn't go to sleep unless he did. But while all the trouble was going on,
many nights I woke up and found Dad asleep on my bed with his arms wrapped
around me. Sometimes my pillow was wet where he was and I finally figured
out that he had been crying while holding me.  It was a real shock to me
that my Dad would cry. I guess when he was alone with me was the only time
he felt safe to let out all the pain he was feeling.

     After the divorce, however, Dad pulled out of his melancholy and began
to be the basically happy person he always had been. Dad loved his job. He
loved working with the guys and he loved football. There was nothing else
he'd rather do.

     And he really loved me. We spent a lot of time together now, both at
home and when he was at work. From that time forward, I spent most of my
time with Dad, even when he was coaching. Luckily for him, everyone just
accepted the fact that he had me as a responsibility and everyone kind of
helped out. The head coach and all the staff just made room for me. Every
afternoon, after spending the day at day-care while Dad was teaching, I
would sit in the stands or on the sidelines watching football practice. I
got to know all the guys on the team and, at times, it seemed like I had
about 30 big brothers. They guys would play with me and would look after
me.

     It was a dream come true for a young boy. To be constantly surrounded
by all these huge college jocks. I was a constant visitor to the locker
room where Dad had his office. I delighted in the sight of the large,
muscular bodies that were always around me and in the very male smell of
the sweaty athletes . I loved looking at them. But none of them ever seemed
to me to be as beautiful as my Dad. I also got an early education into male
sexuality. I saw their cocks swinging between their thighs and learned that
cocks came in all shapes and sizes. Some of them were real hairy and some
had hardly any hair at all. Some had large balls and some were very
small. I also occasionally got to see those cocks hard and learned that
sometimes what looked small soft was huge when it was hard.

     I also overheard conversations about sex which confused me at first. I
guess I was about eight or nine when Dad and I were at home one night and I
began to ask him questions about some of the things I had overheard. I
remember, Dad was sitting on the floor watching some films of a recent game
and I was laying next to him.

     "Dad, could I ask you a question?" I enquired.

     "Sure, Sport! You can ask me anything." he said, not really listening
to me.

     "Dad, what's a 'blow job'?" I asked.

     That certainly got his attention. He stopped the VCR and looked at me.

     "Where did you hear that?" he asked quietly.

     "Some of the guys were talking about it today. They said that some guy
in one of the dorms gave a really good 'blow job'. Some of them also called
it 'head'. What is that, Dad?" I asked innocently.

     "Well, Sport, I knew I'd have to answer these questions someday. I
just didn't expect it to be so soon but, with you spending time around the
locker room, I guess I'm lucky it happened this late." he said, smiling. "I
think there are some things that we need to talk about before we get to
what a 'blow job' is, so you can understand what I'm talking about. Ok?" he
said.

     "Sure, Dad." I answered.

     "Well, Sport, you know how your dick gets hard sometimes?" he began.

     "Yes. I don't know why it does that, but when it does if I touch it,
it feels really good!" I exclaimed.

     "That's right. It's supposed to feel good. You see, that's how you're
going to have a son of your own someday. When you're old enough, you'll be
able to put your hard cock into a place on a woman's body and it will feel
so good that some stuff called 'cum' will shoot out of your cock and that
stuff makes babies inside the woman." he explained.

     "You're kidding right?!" I exclaimed, not believing something like
this was possible.

     "Nope, I don't ever lie to you, do I?" he asked very seriously.

     "No, you don't." I sheepishly replied.

     "Well, there's a lot of other things a guy can do with his cock
besides putting it inside a woman. That's called 'fucking' by the way. The
first things guys usually discover is jacking-off.  That's where you play
with your hard cock until you get this really intense good feeling. When
your older, that's what will make the cum shoot out of your cock." he
explained.

     "Did you do that when you were young?" I asked hesitantly.

     "Sure I did. In fact, I still do. It feels great and all guys do it
most of their lives." Dad revealed.

     I was laying on my stomach talking to Dad and my cock was trapped
underneath me. I'm glad it was because I didn't want Dad to know that by
this point my little cock was so hard I thought it was going to poke a hole
right through the floor. But I was too curious to stop now.

     "How do you do it?" I hesitantly asked, afraid to look him in the
eyes.

     "Well, most guys just discover it on their own or one of their friends
show them." my Dad said, obviously embarrassed by my question.

     "Why can't you show me?" I insisted. "You always say we're 'best
friends', don't you?"

     "Well, it just that some people might not like me showing you
something like that." he said.

     "Why, is it wrong?" I asked.

     "Well, jacking off isn't wrong. That's something that guys just
do. But some people think that for a father to teach his son something like
that is wrong. So...if I show you...you have to promise to keep it just
between us. You can't tell anybody. Understand, Sport?" he asked me very
seriously.

     "No, I won't tell anybody! Ever! Who showed you how to do it, anyway?"
I was curious.

     Dad started to chuckle. I could see that he was remembering and he was
certainly enjoying the memory. I could see Dad's cock starting to grow in
his white briefs, which is all we had on. I had seen Dad hard before since
most nights I slept in bed with him. We had started that after the divorce
and never stopped. And sometimes I noticed that Dad's cock would get hard
while he was sleeping and most mornings he woke up with it hard. 'Course, I
took this as natural since I, too, woke up with my cock hard. I remember
Dad would call it a 'piss hard'. I guess he called it that because it made
it real hard to piss!

     "That was your uncle Skip. My older brother. Skip and I shared a room
and one night, after our folks went to sleep, Skip got into my bed and
showed me." he said, smiling at the memory of that night.

     "So, are you going to show me?" I asked hesitantly.

     "Well, first you have to have a hardon!" Dad said, grinning at me.

     I sat up and he could see my hard little cock pushing at my white
briefs.

     "Well, I should have known," he laughed. "Like father like son!"

     With that, I could see his hard cock straining at his white briefs. It
wasn't the first time I'd seen him like that, but it was very different
this time. This time, there was like this exciting tension in the air
around us. Somehow I knew that something was about to happen that would
change my life forever. It felt like we were part of a primitive culture
and my Dad was about to induct me into the male mysteries of my tribe.

     "Well," my Dad said, somewhat hesitantly, "The first thing is we might
as well take these underwear off."

     Matching words to action, Dad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of
his briefs and pushed them down his legs. His cock was so hard, it caught
on the top of his briefs and slapped loudly against the muscles of his
abdomen. The sight of his hard cock, standing straight up and quivering
against his stomach was an entrancing site. No matter how many times I had
seen my Dad's cock, I never lost my fascination for it. This time was
different though. This time I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. I was
close enough that I also noticed something else. An odor emanating from my
Dad's crotch. Not an unpleasant odor at all! A scent of his maleness that
seemed go straight from my nose to my cock, making it quiver and grow even
harder, if that was possible. Dad couldn't help but notice my fascination
with his cock and he smiled and began gently stroking it up and down,
obviously putting on a display for me.

     "If you're just going to watch me, you won't find out what it feels
like, Sport." he said, reminding me that I was still dressed in my briefs.

     I quickly slipped out of them and sat next to him and took my cock
into my hand and tried to emulate his motions. He put his arm around me and
drew me close to him. The scent of him, the scent of my Dad, which I had
learned to recognize and love was intensified by the smell of his aroused
maleness. It was a very heady mixture and it took me to higher and higher
levels of arousal like an aphrodisiac.

     I tried to do what Dad was doing but I just couldn't seem to get the
hang of it. I was afraid I was not going to ever be able to do it. Or that
my dick was too small. Dad noticed my frustration and slowed down his
stroking of his own cock. His arm, which was around my shoulders, now
reached down until he reached my cock and with just his thumb and
forefinger he began to gently stroke me. The feeling was incredible! I
could hardly contain myself. I moaned in the ecstasy of feelings I was
experiencing.

     "Did I hurt you, Sport?" my Dad asked frantically, stopping his
manipulation of my cock.

     "NO! Don't STOP!!" I almost shouted, "It feels SO GOOD!!!"

     Dad chuckled and began stroking me again and the feelings seemed to
intensify. But I wasn't just lost in my own feelings. I was watching Dad
stroke his beautiful boner at the same time. I wanted more than anything in
the world to reach out and touch it. I wanted to know how if felt. If it
felt different from mine.

     Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I slowly reached out my small
hand and hesitantly touched his cock. Dad saw what I was up to and he
stopped stroking his cock and allowed me full access to his cock. I gripped
the warm column of flesh and found that it was too thick to get my hand
entirely around it. It was like velvet covered iron. So stiff and hard and
yet with skin so soft surrounding it. I began moving my hand slowly up and
down the rigid staff of flesh. I was mesmerized by it. If what my Dad told
me was true, then this was where I came from. From deep inside his body
through this magnificent organ.

     As I stroked Dad's cock, I suddenly noticed that his breathing
changed. It became deeper and somewhat ragged. This was my first
understanding of how to please a man and I payed attention to do the most I
could do to make Dad feel as good as he was making me. I also noticed
something else. Out of the piss-hole of Dad's cock came a clear bubble of
liquid. I wondered if this was the "cum" that Dad had told me about. I
stopped stroking his cock long enough to wipe it away with my finger and
found it to be slick and sticky at the same time. I don't know what
possessed me, but I felt an overwhelming desire to smell and taste it. I
brought my finger to my nose and detected a slightly starchy smell. But
when I reached my tongue out and licked it from my finger, it tasted sweet
but a little salty. Dad was watching me tasting this gift from his cock and
explained to me what it was.

     "That's called pre-cum, Sport, but most guys call it by other names
like 'cock-snot'" he said. "You see how slick it is? It's supposed to help
lubricate any hole you stick your cock in to fuck. You'll start making it
soon enough. If you're anything like your old man, you'll make a lot of
it. I'm really a 'leaker'."

     He was right. The little bit I had removed was quickly replaced with a
great deal more of the 'pre-cum'. I took more of it and spread it on his
cock and discovered it did make things slicker as I continued to move my
hand up and down his shaft. Then I got a brilliant idea (at least it was to
me!). Since it seemed that my stroking of Dad's cock created more and more
of the 'cock-snot' which I liked the taste of, why not continue stroking
and lick the head of cock and harvest all the delicious liquid at the same
time?

     Perhaps Dad was somewhat sorry he didn't explain 'blow-jobs' to me
before I came up with my scathingly brilliant idea, but afterwards there
was no time. I leaned over and put my lips over the head of Dad's cock and
began swirling my tongue over it's surface and licking up all the cock-snot
that he was producing. I had absolutely no idea, of course, what this
action would trigger in Dad, but I soon found out!

     Without warning, Dad's body suddenly stiffened and his hips began
thrusting his cock up into my mouth. Even though it was large, I found that
by really opening my jaws I could accommodate a good deal of his cock in my
mouth. I continued licking the head and sides of his cock as my hand
continued to stroke up to my lips and down again. It only took a few
seconds of this activity and, without warning, I suddenly felt Dad's cock
begin to stiffen and then to throb in my hand. At the same time, a
different kind of liquid came shooting out of the head of his cock nearly
drowning me in it's amount. Without thinking, I began quickly swallowing
this much thicker liquid to keep from being drowned in it. It never
occurred me to just raise my mouth off his cock. What ever this was, and I
had a suspicion what it was, I wanted it. I wanted it all.

     Through all this, Dad was moaning and gripping my head. As soon as he
was able to stop cumming, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to
profusely apologize to me.

     "Sport! I'm so sorry! I couldn't hold back! I didn't mean to do that
to you!" he cried passionately. "Are you Ok, Sport?"

     "Sure, Dad!" I said. "That was GREAT!!! Was that 'cum', Dad?"

     "Yes, Sport, that was cum. I'm sorry to shoot it in your mouth. Why
did you do that?  Where did you learn to do that?" he questioned me.

     "Nowhere. I just wanted to taste more of the 'cock-snot'. But it was
so cool when you began shooting the cum! I thought I was going to drown at
first, but it tasted really good. Real salty and somewhat like starch. Did
it make you feel good?" I asked.

     "God! Did it make me feel good? That's the best a man can ever feel,
Sport!" he enthused. Then he became very quiet. "Look, Sport, that wasn't
supposed to happen. You asked me what a 'blow-job' was. Well...you just
gave me one. It's when somebody takes your cock in their mouth and gets you
off...makes you shoot cum. Now it's usually a woman. Guys who do that to
other guys get called nasty names. It's wrong to call them names, but guys
do it because they think getting or giving a blow-job makes them less than
a man." he explained.

     "But I'm not a man. I'm a boy. Did I make you feel less like man,
Dad?" I asked confused over this turn of events.

     "No, Sport! You didn't make me feel any less a man at all. You made me
feel really good, but it's not right for you to be doing that to me." he
said.

     "Why not? Didn't you like it? I wanted to do it! I loved it! Are you
saying we can't do it again?" I started to cry.

     "No, Sport, don't cry!" he said, taking me in his arms. "It's really
hard to explain. I don't really know myself. I love you so much and what
you did felt so good. You don't know how long it's been since anyone has
done anything to my cock. But I don't want to be forcing you into
anything. That would be wrong."

     "But you're not forcing me! I want to do it! It was wonderful. You
tasted so good. Not just your cum, but I loved the feel and taste of your
cock. I even love the smell of it!" I explained.

     "I understand. But you cannot ever tell anybody about this. Do you
understand? I could go to jail for what we just did." he explained to me.

     "I promise, I'll never tell anyone. But can we do it some more?
Please?" I begged.

     "Well, we shouldn't, but I feel like I owe you something. I think you
deserve to see how what you did feels." he said.

     And with this, he pushed me onto my back and got down between my legs
and took my little cock, which had never gone soft, into his mouth. The
intense feeling of the warm wetness of his mouth caused me to arch my back
and drive my little cock as far as I could into his mouth.  His tongue was
all over my little cock and the slight roughness of it cause me to rapidly
reach a point of feeling where I thought I was going to pass out. The
feeling was so intense! Suddenly, I cried out and my body shook with the
intense spasms of feeling that were going from my cock to all parts of my
body.

     It seemed to last forever, but finally I came down. I lay there with
my Dad grinning down at me. I smiled up at him. I felt more at peace than I
ever had in my whole life.

     "That's what cumming is, Sport." Dad said. "Was that your first time?"

     "Yes! I never felt anything like that in my life! It was
wonderful. Thank you so much!" I enthused. I don't know how I got the words
out, because I still wasn't thinking to clearly after having cum.

     "Well, my Sport is growing up!" Dad said with pride in his voice.

     I reached up my arms and my Dad took me in his arms and hugged me. I
felt my body pressing against his naked body and my cock got instantly hard
again. I was hoping he hadn't noticed, but he whispered in my ear, "Like
Father, like Son!".

     At the same time, I felt his hardening cock poking up between my legs.


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