I don't know what was making me submit sexually to my son, but I didn't give it a second thought. My mouth filled up with spit as I started to lick and suck on them.
I can't help but accept them, well, one at a time at least. I try to speak, but when I open my mouth he jams his hairy nuts inside. I bet you want to suck my cock too! Is that it Dad? Suck your own son's cock?" "Why don't you suck on 'em now? Get my teen jock nuts wet with your spit. He must like my scratchy face cause he sighs and then rubs harder. My son pulls his balls out and rubs my face in them. I smell his scent and it makes my hard dripping cock even harder. "Want to smell it first hand and close up, Dad? Get my ball sweat directly from my balls?" I can't answer as he starts rubbing my face in his crotch.
When he's down to his jockstrap, he climbs on top of me and pushes his packed pouch into my face. I see my son start stripping out of his clothes. Jake continues to jack my hard cock and that damn jock is still on my face. He walks me down the hall to his room and pushes me onto his bed. I feel his hand drop to my balls and start to pull. I hear his voice, but his hand jacking my aching cock is all that I can think about. Good thing I told Tony that you'd be late and couldn't make it to the gym." You like the smell of my dirty ole jock, don't you? I was hoping I could try that special jock on you today. We've never gone this far in our horse play. What the fuck is going on? My son steps forward and grips my now dripping boner. I'm totally boned! I open my eyes and see an evil grin pasted on Jake's face. Then I feel my cock swing up and slap my hairy gut. I hear Jake's voice in the distance, calling me, asking what's wrong. I want to get it off my nose, get some fresh air in my lungs, but I just keep snorting that dirty pouch. That damn jock still draped over my head. I feel a tingle in my groin and then I sit heavily on the bed. I weave back and forth, inhaling that boy's ball stink. Shit, a wave of dizziness almost knocks me down.
"My dirty, hairy man ass? Boy?" He throws it in my face and I get a full face of dirty jock strap smell. I don't want that nasty hairy ass of yours in my nice clean jock!" He's back in a moment and I feel it slap me on my hairy ass.
"I might need to borrow one of yours, Jake." "That's cool, Dad. "Going to the gym, Dad?" "Yeah, but it looks as though your mom hid my jock again." I bend over and start digging through the bottom dresser draw. I see his eyes dart down and look at my cock and quickly meets my eyes with a grin. Not that that is shameful or shocking or the first time for that matter. My door opens and Jake barrels in, not thinking of anything but what's on his mind. Sometimes I think back to my bachelor days with longing, but I always come back to the present with my pride in my boys.Īs I'm stripping down and trying to find my jock and some socks, I hear someone yelling my name. It seems she's always ragging on me for something.
Hell, I'd leave it there till the next time Tony and I would work out. I think nothing of leaving my old dirty jock on the floor in my wife's and my room. Jake and Tony are chips off the old block. Probably some dirty old jocks laying around. I'm thinking Jake better clean his room before his mom gets a smell. I shake my head to clear it and step on down to get my clothes changed. I'm sure their mother is proud too.Īnyway, I'm walking down the hall to change to my shorts, but before I even take one step past Jake's door, my nose gets a whiff of something that makes me dizzy for a second. He says he's going to win a big academic scholarship and go out of state. Jake is his little brother and he's got his plans too. He's already got an athletic scholarship to a major state university. Tony is my oldest and about to graduate high school. I'm damned proud of my boys and their accomplishments. Just not interested in lettering in every sport the school offers. He's 17 and more of a bookworm than his older brother. I just wanted to maintain my definition and work off some of the beer I'd consumed during last Friday night's poker game.Īs I walked down the hall to my room to change, I passed the closed door of my other son. He wants to gain some mass on his shoulders and arms. My 18 year old son and I were scheduled to hit the gym for some tension release. I was home from work at the normal time, around 5:30.