Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 10:41:45 -0800
From: Collin Dantry <erostoryluver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jock Dad 1

This story is intended for adults and those into sex between guys.  If
you're not into this or under age, then go find something else to read.
This story involves sex between family members as well as adults and teens.

I have written in a while because I've been SO busy with school.  I can't
promise when there'll be another installment of this story, but I will try.

If you like this story, email me and tell me about yourself.

Now on with the smut

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JOCK DAD-1

I'm a 30 year old father of a 12 year old boy.  I knocked up his mom when I
was 18 and in college playing baseball.  She wanted to make it with a
baseball player, but she didn't want to be a mom.  She left Andrew with me a
year later.  Now I'm a decent major league player for a good club.  I'm not
a star, just an unknown solid player.  Andrew and I are a family, along with
the his tutor and nanny.  Andrew travels with me during the season, and we
spend the off season at my home in Texas.

Andrew is about 5'5, 120.  He has beautiful soft skin, that's completely
devoid of hair.  He takes after his mom with his long silky dirty blonde
hair that gets in his eyes more often than not.  His eyes are very blue and
soft, and can make you melt with a look.  He's more into skateboarding and
stuff like that, than baseball.  I've suggested baseball a few times, but I
guess he gets tired of the game just from my career.

My career was going well.  I'm 6'2 and 210 pounds of good quality third base
material.  My father was latino so I got his deep skin tone with my mom's
Caucasian  features.  My friends just think I tan all the time. I stay in
shape, and keep my body smooth and free of unnecessary hair.  My equipment
is pretty standard with about 7 inches of average thickness cock working for
me.

Andrew and I have always had a pretty close and special relationship, but
over the last year it has become even more special.  I just got home from
working out, since it's the off season, and now Andrew is laying between my
out stretched legs licking at the pouch of my jockstrap.  He has that sweet
smile on his face as the sweat and funk of his daddy's jockstrap fills his
nose and his mouth.  His face lights up each time he finds a new place for
his tongue to explore.  I gently run my fingers through his soft fin hair,
pressing his sweet face into my crotch.

This all started because of his habit of sleeping with me since he was a
toddler.  I just let him do it because I loved having him close to me at
night.  When he started hitting puberty last year jsut after his twelth
birthday, things started to change though.  I would wake up in the mornings
with Andrew cuddled close to me, his arms wrapped around me, his warm half
naked body rubbing against me, and a distinctive feeling of a hard pre-teen
cock poking into my leg.  I tried to encourage him to sleep in his own bed
after this started happening, but he looked so sad and dejected when I
mentioned it, that I just caved in.



Andrew had his first wet dream not long after that.  I awoke one night to
hear Andrew talking and moaning in his sleep.  I could feel his crotch
rubbing hard against my side, and I figured he must be having "that kind of"
dream.  He tensed all of the sudden and then I felt wetness against my bare
side.  I removed the covers to look down and see a big wet spot in my son's
white underwear.  Some of his cum had leaked through and onto my leg.  I ran
my fingers through it and it felt so warm and gooey.  I brought my fingers
to my nose to smell the clean scent of my son's first wet dream, and then I
timidly rubbed my cum coated fingers over my lips and then tongue.  The
taste was unusual but sweet.

I couldn't let my son sleep in wet underwear all night, and I wasn't about
to deal with having a sticky son cuddling up to me all night, so I very
gently got up and began to remove Andrew's stained shorts.  He was such a
sound sleeper that he didn't even stir for a second.  After getting his
underwear off I looked down at my beautiful growing boy, sleeping so
peacefully, his little boy dick still hard and pointing up, and his face so
peaceful and asleep.

I held his wet briefs in my hand and slowly brought them to my face,
smelling the cum.  I slowly began to lick at the crotch, wanting to taste
more of  my son's first cum.  My hand went to my own cock which was pushing
out my boxer briefs at this point.  I had fooled around with lots of guys
over the years, some team mates, fans, my little brother when I was younger,
but I had never been so attracted to a young boy like this.  Especially not
my own son.

After sucking most of the cum and smell from my son's underwear, I decided
to just leave my son naked in bed.  I'd think of an excuse in the morning.
I crawled back into my warm bed, pulling the covers back over both of us.
Andrew found me in bed again and snuggled up close to me, hugging me
tightly.  His smooth and warm little body pressed up against me.  I don't
think my cock ever got soft that night.

I woke up a little earlier than normal, my erection being the main reason.
I felt something holding my cock as I came out of my sleep.  Andrew was
snuggled close to me, one of his legs draped across my thighs.  One arm was
curled up next to his chest, while the other was laying across my stomach,
with his little smooth hand wrapped around my cock.

I gasped as I realized that my twelve year old son was holding on to his
dad's hard, drooling cock.  I moved slightly and I felt my cock twitch and
thrust in to my boys hand.  He was deep asleep but holding on very tightly
to my cock.  I needed release, and despite the fact I knew this was wrong, I
couldn't bear to move my cock from my son's grasp.  I placed my hand gently
on top of his, to hold his fist in place.  I then began to rotate my hips
and thrust forward, helping my young son to give his dad a badly needed hand
job.

It didn't take long of my thrusting and groaning before my balls pulled up
and I began to moan.  My cum began to pour from my cock all over my son's
fist, my stomach, Andrew's chest, and his little angelic sleeping face.

My cock began to shrink and fall from his grasp as I came down from that
intense orgasm.  I looked at my naked son, covered in his daddy's spunk, and
couldn't resist the hunger deep inside of me.  I leaned down and began to
lick my cum from his hand and then his body.  My mouth savored not only the
taste of my cum, but also the taste of his body.  his skin was so soft and
clean.  Finally I licked the last bit of cum from his face, and then leaned
in a kissed him with my eyes closed and  my hands holding my son close to
me.

I pulled away from him, and apparently I had gotten a bit carried away,
because as I drew back I stared into my son's sleepy but open eyes.

"That felt good Dad.  Where's my underwear?"  my sweet son asked.

"Let's worry about that later.  You liked me kissing you?"

"Yeah, felt good."

"Do you wanna feel even better?"  I asked full of lust and passion for my
own 12 year old son.

"Yes dad."  my son answered sounding confused and excited.

I pushed my son over onto his back and crawled up on top of him, until I was
hovering over him.  I leaned in and began to kiss him.  He began to kiss me
back and then surprised me by sticking his tongue in my mouth.  I responded,
and soon I was French kissing my preteen son.  My hands roamed over my son's
naked body, gently feeling his soft warmth.  He shivered under my touch and
sighed.

I began to get more forceful as I licked down his innocent body.  My hands
gripped him tight, and my tongue licked quickly up and down his body.
Finally my mouth reached his little smooth cock and balls.   I was fueled by
an incestual and dirty craving for my son's most intimate places.  I gently
licked my son's nuts, causing him to squirm under me and run his little
hands through my hair.  I then gently sucked his very hard little cock into
my mouth.  His little boy  butt came up off the bed, as he felt his first
direct sexual stimulation, from his own father no less.

"Daddy!"  he moaned as I played with his little cock in my mouth.

My fingers squeezed and massaged his little butt, his cheeks so tight and
smooth.  I licked down over his cock and balls and forcefully pushed my
son's legs into the air, bringing his butt to my face, his legs back against
his chest, and exposing his little pink pucker of an ass.  I looked down and
wore an evil smile as all the nasty things I could do to my son entered my
brain.  I leaned in and smelled it.  It was clean and fresh, not even with a
hint of masculine smell.  He was still a boy.

"What are you doing dad?"  Andrew asked

"Did you like what I did to your dick?"  I asked, to which he said yes,
"Then you are going to love this."  I added.

I leaned in and began to lick across his little asshole.  His ass came up
off the bed and pressed into my face, as he enjoyed his first rimming.  My
tongue coated his little crack with my spit, and then I went for the real
prize.  My tongue, hard and wet, began to prove inside my 12 year old son's
asshole, pushing into it with some great urgency of dirty nasty sexual
desire.

My tongue began to sink deeper inside of my son, as it almost literally
drove him mad.  The boy was now clawing at my head as my tongue entered his
most delicate opening. My fingers began to roam the area as well, gathering
my spit for lube.  Finally I looked up at my son's pleasure filled face and
slowly sank my middle finger into his little boy butt.  HE tensed and then
moaned as I sodomized my little boy.  My finger began to pump in and out as
I continued to lick and at spit to his hole.  After a few minutes of this I
added another finger, and then another.  By the third finger he was clawing
at the bed sheets and moaning "daddy" over and over again.

I just smiled and moved up until I was between his legs.  My own cock had
stayed immensely hard, and continued to drool on the sheets.  I pushed my
son's legs completely  back against his chest and lined my leaking cock up
to his pink little semi-virgin hole.  The head rubbed against the hole,
coating it with my pre-cum.. He moaned but looked at me worried.

"it's gonna hurt Drew, but it won't last long.  I love you baby."  I said to
reassure him.  He smiled but still looked concerned.

I pressed forward until the head disappeared into my son's butt.  He
grimaced and let out an "ouch" but I kept pushing forward, needing to feel
my son completely impaled on my cock.  He continued to moan and whine, but I
knew it would stop hurting him soon.  Finally as I bottomed out, he stopped
his whining and began to take deep breaths.  His cock had deflated some from
the pain, but it was quickly coming back to life.  He looked up at me and
just nodded his head, letting me know that my baby boy was ok.

I began to fuck my 12 year old son.  I had never even t hoguht of this
moment, but here I was, my son's butt exposed to me, and my adult cock
pumping in and out of his little hole.  It was so tight and warm, I could
not stop.    I pumped furiously into my moaning sexy little son.  He moaned
for his daddy and clawed at my back.  He was getting into it.  I began to
fuck Drew harder, punishing his tight little ass, and making him beg for
more.

"Fuck me daddy."  was all I could hear from my son, my little boy slut.

I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide open, using my grip to fuck my
full cock into the boy.  I began to moan and yell along with my son as my
orgasm neared.  My eyes were closed, sweat pouring from my body, and my
mouth was wide open pouring moans into my room as my balls drew up to my
body as the cum began to build inside of me.  With one last hard deep thrust
into my son's body my load began to fill his little body.  It took several
minutes before I could regain my grasp on reality.  I looked down to see
that Drew had passed out and his little stomach was covered in cum.  He was
steadily breathing with a smile on his face.

I initially felt guilty for pretty much raping my son.  I fell into bed next
to him, and then I leaned down to lap up my son's cum that I had just fucked
out of him.  He stirred at this point and ran his hand through his dad's
sweat soaked hair.

"That felt good dad."  he said as he looked down at me with a smile.

"I'm glad.  I was worried that I had hurt you."  I said as I licked the last
of his boy cum up.

"Nah dad.  It just felt so good.  It hurt a little bit at first, but then it
felt good.  You looked so intense during that."

"I know son.  I just found you so sexy.  I couldn't help myself."  I
confessed.

"That's ok daddy.  I couldn't help myself a lot of times when I'd sniff your
crotch during the night.  Especially when you'd come home from a game and
not shower before getting in bed with me."  he said.

We talked for a bit longer about what my son was feeling before I had to get
ready for a home game that evening.  We showered together, kissing through
most of the shower.  Our sex lives became even more varied after that point.

Drew's got my cock out right now licking the funk that has clung to it
through the day.  On game day's you can just see his little cock hard in his
shorts as he thinks of all the sweat, pre-cum, and dirt that's coating my
cock through the game.

Andrew sucks my cock, licking the precum from the top and smiling at the
musky flavor.  He's perfected his cock sucking technique to an almost fine
art.  There aren't many soon to be 13 year olds that can say that.  He wraps
one hand our my cock, pumping up and down; with his mouth sucking on my cock
head while he gives me a sly smile from time to time; and half of his other
hand probing my ass hole.  He has me over the edge in just a few minutes.  I
try to watch his little cock sucking mouth as the orgasm ravages my adult
body.  I watch as my cum erupts from my cock, spilling into my 12 year old
son's hungry mouth.  It overflows his lips and begins to coat them.  Finally
the erupting cock slips from his mouth, coating his flushed cheeks with his
dad's creamy cum.

My son milks my cock for a few minutes as I come down from my orgasm.  he
looks up at his weary dad, cum covering his face and licking his red lips.
He then crawls up on top of me and leans in for a hot kiss.  I kiss my son
passionately as I taste my own cum.

We lay there together before I get my normal urge after I cum big.  I have
to piss and Drew can tell by my squirming and by my history that I've got to
piss and bad. He slowly slides down my body with an evil grin on his face
that makes me giggle every time.  I know what he's doing.  He's been doing
it for the past couple of months.  It started in the shower when we started
peeing on me, and then to get him back I peed on him.  Since then, he's been
drinking his dad's piss, and I must confess that I've drank my son's morning
piss load more than once.

His mouth envelopes my half hard cock and his tongue flicks the end.  I
relax and then my piss flow up my cock and begin pouring into my son's
hungry mouth.  He drinks it down, some spilling onto my crotch.  I learned a
long time ago to use cheap sheets and a rubber sheet guard underneath those.

After drinking down my piss, he crawls up to me and we kiss passionately.
We both taste the mixture of sweat, piss and cum before we fall asleep in
each others arms.

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The end.  I wanna turn this into a series if I can make some time to write.
I wanna do some stories of this father son team and focus around the a jock
and athletic theme.  I'm big into that kinda stuff, and haven't read a
father son athletic thing in a long while.

Let me know what you think.  EMAIL ME