Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2016 11:28:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Our Champ Goes To the Majors

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It's hard to describe the feeling, exactly - a mixture of pride, a sense of
accomplishment, excitement at seeing your boy embarking on a big new
adventure. It's a feeling every father should have, and Joe had given me
many opportunities to experience it over the years. especially now,
watching him take the field for his first game in the majors, my big,
talented kid making a name for himself on a whole new level. He looked
amazing in his new uniform, all big, blond and handsome, the cut of the
jersey and the pants emphasizing the width of his shoulders, the depth of
his chest, the power of his arms, the high, round curve of his jock ass.

That was the other part of the feeling, the part that most dads probably
don't experience - that twinge in your loins, watching your boy as a man,
taking in his handsomeness, his physical beauty, watching the roll of his
muscles in his powerful athlete's strut. Watching Joe warming up with his
teammates, his easy physical grace, his athletic power, I felt that same
feeling warming my stomach, my groin, as I'd felt since he was 15 or so,
and just really coming into his bigness, his physicality, evolving into the
strong, handsome, talented young man I was watching now.

"Jesus... he's not wearing a cup, is he," Mike said with a chuckle. I
looked down, saw that unmistakeable mound in Joe's pants, all big and
lazily thick, and had to laugh. Then Joe looked up at us in the stands, at
his dad and uncle watching him avidly, and gave us a grin. Caught a ball
tossed his way, threw it back, and then looked back up at us again,
something approaching cockiness on his handsome face as he locked eyes with
us. And sure enough, I saw the shift in his pants, the slow stretch of his
big young jock cock pushing out across his hip inside his compression
shorts, one thick piece of all-American jock dick growing semihard for our
eyes only. We grinned at him, I tipped him a wink and a slow, approving
nod, and he tipped his ballcap to us with a wicked grin and resumed his
warmup.

"Fuck, he's a hot kid," my younger brother said, and we tapped our
half-full cups of beer together with a slow grin at each other. I loved
being able to talk with my bro like this, years and years of that special
closeness between us since we were teenagers ourselves paying off in spades
now, with a tight, unbreakable brother bond that had outlasted his marriage
and endured through mine. All those long, sweaty, sweet afternoons
bro-bonding after Dad brought us together like that, two horny young
baseball jock brothers taking it deep with Dad's loving, attentive
guidance. Lessons I'd willingly shared with my own big kid once he came of
age and came to me, my big boy Joe with questions, needs on his mind that
he couldn't quite express, but which I understood all too well. Needs I met
all too happily, with Mike's eager help.

We cheered our boy on as he played his part in the Indians' big win, and
afterwards got a tour of the locker rooms with him. All those big, studly
pro ballplayers, but Mike and me only had eyes for one - Joe. We'd spent
plenty of time in locker rooms ourselves growing up, so we were used to the
scenery, and as good a sight as it was, all those athletic young men in
their prime, strutting around with loosely-knotted towels on, or in their
compression shorts, high from their win and joyously, unabashedly naked,
only Joe mattered. He knew it, we knew it, and I swear he prolonged the
dance just to work me and his uncle up even more.

Finally, we escaped his teammates and the stadium, Joe's sweaty, unshowered
post-game musk filling the car on the quick drive to the hotel, giving a
tangible dimension to the heated, erotically-charged vibe between the three
of us. That vibe just got deeper, stronger, even more charged on the
elevator ride up, and then the door was barely closed before we enfolded
our big guy in our own big arms and started to give him the treatment a
real winner deserved.

Joe groaned and laughed and shivered as Mike and me worked him over, out of
his outer clothes, all that sweaty compression gear fitting his big,
muscular young body like a second skin. We tasted the salt of his dried
sweat, the musk of a fresh one starting in as we licked over his gear, up
into his damp pits, and he took turns kissing us with a growling, needy
heat as our hand pawed, caressed and squeezed his beautiful big body all
over. Then we kneeled down together, and he watched us lustily kiss
sloppily, our spit leaking out into the hard-tented fabric of his
compression shorts, before we turned our attention to it. We ran our
tongues up and down the stretched white fabric, tasting his musk inside,
the slow seep of his precum as we worshiped his big thighs and ass with our
experienced hands, while we sucked and licked his big young bulge.

I stood up, grabbing the hem of his undershirt, peeling it up, a fresh
layer of musky young jock scent fogging the air around him as my boy and I
leaned into each other in a hungry, wet, growling kiss.

"That's my fucking champ," I growled, making him moan and kiss me. "Daddy's
big fucking stud."

"Goddamn, Dad," he murmured huskily, licking along my neck to my
ear. "Wanted to fuck you both on the damn locker room after..."

Mike, his mouth full of Joe's big young bulge, moaned harder at that, and I
know he was thinking of the few times we'd managed it in the locker rooms
at State after one of Joe's games. How me and Mike and Coach had sometimes
managed it back in our own playing days. I knew we'd have to make a plan
now that our boy was in the pros, and I was sure Joe had already started
working on a plan himself.

For now, though, we had the comforts of a suite here at the Sheraton, and
we used it well, stripping big Joe down until he was gloriously naked, a
perfect, prime specimen of all-American jockhood, big and blond and hard
for his family men, the two baseball stars who'd helped guide him to where
he was now, professionally and personally. Soon we were as naked as him,
three big muscled men falling into one groping, licking, moaning,
spit-swapping pile on the king bed.

"Who's gonna be first at bat?" Joe said with a grin, taking turns to feed
us his big, thick wet tongue.

"Me! Me first!" Mike said with the same eagerness he'd had at 15 and our
first time together in bed with our own Dad. Joe and I laughed and pushed
him down on the bed, working his sexy ex-ballplayer ass over together with
our tongues and fingers, sharing his manly taste. Then Joe and I kissed,
slow and sweet and sloppy, my hands and Mike's back on his perfect
blond-furred musculature, as I slipped a mix of lube and our spit onto and
over my boy's big, thick cock. Seven inches of prime pro-ballplayer cock,
glossy with lube and family spit, throbbing hot and leaking with
anticipation. I took it firmly in hand, that old batter's grip, and guided
my son's big cock into my little bro's tight, eager hole, relishing the
moans from them both as I sucked on Joe's tongue again. My hand slipped
down his muscled back to the perfect, flexing mound of his big, muscular
ass, feeling it dimple as he pushed slow and steady inside his uncle, like
he'd been doing since he was 16 or so, and getting better at it all the
time. I knew from experience, and I couldn't wait for my own turn on his
big, delicious piece. And then, to get up inside this big hard ass of
his...

"Go ahead and take your victory lap, buddy," I growled in his ear, slipping
my hand down between his big cheeks and toying with his sweaty crack,
teasing the tight furry pucker of his hole, making him moan and thrust up
into my little bro even harder, deeper, driving another cursing, horny moan
from Mike.

"Attaboy, Champ," I whispered again, before Joe plunged his tongue back
into my mouth. "Welcome to the majors, baby boy."