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Jock Tales–Jr Year Happy Fucking ThanksgivingJock Tales–Happy Fucking ThanksgivingWell, as the title indicates—it’s Thanksgiving day. I loved this day—it was one of the few times I ‘let myself go’, and just ate what I wanted. The Diamond Dawgs had all assembled at the house to help out with the move. After meeting over at dad’s new apartment last week, Kelso and Petroni, and Jackson, had a long talk with dad, and filled him in on pretty much everything that had been going on. The fighting, drinking, the dope, jail, hustling, the trips to Austin fucking Parker, the bad attitude, and the ever increasing occurrence of me checkin out my lil bro—Dustin. They explained how they had had me on ‘lockdown’ for several weeks now, not letting me out of their site for a moment—even standing right besides me when taking a shit. It was worse than jail. He was actually surprised at some of the stories—which you can read about in previous chapters.He agreed with the ‘dawgs’ that the best course of action was for me to move out of the house, and get away from Dustin. He would be heartbroken, but eventually get over it. I offered to find some girls at school that could come over and babysit, and spend the night till mom got home in the mornings. Dad was ok also, with a couple of the guys coming over and pending the night with me, just to make sure I was keeping my own ass ‘in check’ In my mind—still on lockdown. The move took three trips, using the trailer and Kelso’s pick-up. We moved my furniture, clothes, and the weight bench. It’s winter now, so I just left the dirt bike, the Ducati, most of my skating stuff, and trophies down in the basement in my room there. We finished up about 4:00, and after a little unpacking, decided to head on down to the diner for Thanksgiving. Dad, and Dustin went with us, and Dustin was pretty sad most of the evening cause of loosing his big bro. We couldn’t explain anything to him, he was just to young to make him understand.Back at the apartment, the guys jet to allow dad and me to ‘settle in’. Petroni and Jackson offered to take Dustin home, and said they tokat escort would hang with him till “Carrie” showed up to spend the night with him. Dad and me just settled down for an evening of football, and some beers. We had put the weight bench outside on the patio. It was just a 2 bedroom apt, so not very big. I got bored around 8:00, so I went outside to pump some iron for a bit. Just long enough I guess to get pumped, and maybe work off some of todays indulgence. I decided to go run a bit as well. It was pretty chilly—about 40.Back inside, I shed my tee—pretty sweated up by now, and my PF Flyers. As I take them off, I get a whiff. DAMM. I kinda grin, and even dad said I stunk, to take them outside. “Well, they are three years old now dad—and I am a jock—I just fuckin stink. And speaking of jocks—this one seems to be getting a bit tight—I’ll be rite back. I go to my room, and peeling out of my sweats, and then the jock, toss it to the floor of the closet. Putting the sweats back on, which were a bit snug as well, I return to the living room, shirtless and barefoot. I go for another beer, and bring dad one as well, and plop down on the couch, placing my big sz 13 feet up on the arm rest, facing dad, in the recliner. “Yep son, those big ass feet ya got stink—they stink bad”. I shoot dad a grin, and just say “Why don’t you lean in a bit—maybe you can smell them better” with a coy shit-eatin grin. Dad actually does, and leaning from the recliner, grabs both feet by my ankles, and plants in face right in them. With a deep inhale, he backs off and exclaims, “Damm boi. You are funky as fuck ! Jeez I aint never smelled some feet like that—they like jail feet or something”. I grin at dad, and unaware at the moment, had been holding on to my dick, which was now hard as fuck. “And are you sportin a boner”??I kinda smirk at dad, and just say “Well, I can smell ur funk too dad—and ur pretty fuckin nasty”. Dad chuckles and replies with “Seriously son, I don’t see how you could tell with the funk coming off your feet. That boner looks pretty big—you must have grown a bit escort tokat since I seen you last”. “I grown a lot, dad—10” now”“Jesus son—that’s a monster ! Looks pretty thick too”. “Ya—I aint measured—-”I cut off in mid sentence, then jumped for my room again. I fished out my tape from the gear bag—been meaning to do this for a couple of weeks now. After a sec, I kinda loudly exclaim “fuck”, and walk back to the living room. Dad smirking, says “so what did you get”? I flash a big proud smile and proclaim “six an a half around—and my head is 7”. Dad gets a look of astonishment on his face, and softly utters “You dick head is 7” around”? Proudly I come back with “Ya—big shroom—prolly ozzing juice right now. Here—check it out”.I hook my left thumb in the waistband of my sweats, and pull them down to just the top of my hairy thighs. Grabbing the top of my 10” boner, I squeeze my big purple mushroom head, and coax a nice bubble of juice out, then rub it around some, making it all nice and shiny. “Jesus christ son—ur a fuckin monster. You shoot a lot now “? “LOL, ya—like a water hose—and check out my ass” ! “Damm boi—ur like an ape—and that hole is pretty ripe too—I can smell ya from here”.Downing the rest of my beer, I’m starting to get a bit dizzy now. I just stand there in front of dad, and slowly start stroking my vein poppin cock. Dad is mesmurised, and starts to rub on his own cock, which is no little piece of meat either. After a bit of teasing, I turn around, and bending over, place my palms on the carpet. I stretch my legs about two feet apart, and seductively say, “check out my hairy hole daddy”. Dad grabs me by the waist, and yanks me toward him, with my knees now on top of his thick muscular thighs, and my hairy jock ass right in his face. It was all he could stand. He dove in, planting his face into my hairy crack, and started munchin me out like an ice cream cone. Damm, it felt so good—I loved getting my ass eat out. After a few moments, he drove his tongue now into my ripe greasy hole, and began probing me with his strong wet tongue. I felt my dick tokat escort bayan swell even more, and began dripping a long stream of fuck juice from my piss slit. I began moaning, and whimpering like a puppy. It felt so fucking good. I began to spin, being almost upside down—the b l o o d rushing to my head, along with the beer, was about to push me over the edge. Finally, I hollared out “fuck me daddy—fuck me hard—fuck me with ur big truck driving daddy cock”.With that, dad pushes me down to the floor. Standing up and coming out of his pants in seconds, and grabbing me by the waist again, and pulling me close,on my back, he pins my ankles back behind my ears, and slams me. About 9” of thick pulsating cock tear into my ass like a post hole digger. I let out a yelp, and almost screaming, just hollar, “ya daddy—oh ya daddy—oh fuck me—fuck the shit outta me”! Dad was about the only person that could make me weak enough to play the bottom boi. He was big and thick as well, and the pressure of his cock invading my ass was overwhelming. He pulled my big stinkin jock feet to his face, and started huffin on them. “Oh fuck you stink like a pig” he exclaimed as he continued to destroy my young tite jock ass.What seemed like hours, but probably only a few minutes, finally came to a head, and with one final brutal slam, dad unloads in my greasy ass. I could feel his jizz as it coated the insides of my guts. He had me bowed up so tite on my back, that my own cock was staring me right in my face. Dad continued to plow into my ass, still filling it with his massive nut. Then, without even touching my dick, I see my piss slit widen, and as my abs tightened to a painful crunch, I clench down on my ass hole, and volley. Rope after rope—after rope—after rope—fuck, I lost count, cover my face in the most massive load I had ever shot. I continued with my nut forever ! It just kept coming—like a water hose. Saturating my face, and now my chest—I looked like someone had thrown a pie at me. The nut was so intense I nearly blacked out.Finally subsiding, I lay there a moment composing myself. Dad as well, had slumped back into the recliner—still breathing heavily. Finally I slowly stood up, and reaching for the end table, take my beer and finish it off. I lean over and kiss my dad on the forehead. “Nite dad—I hate ur fuckin guts”
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