MyJockStrap
04-25-2005, 03:56 PM
Basketball Son
By Dave C.. This story is completely fictional!
I was in the bathroom with my son, Tom. We had just come from basketball practice at his high school. Sitting in those bleachers watching him run around getting all sweaty was really turning me on. I know, he’s my son, and that’s weird, but I couldn’t help noticing his hot body. He’s 18, and about average height. He’s really thin, but he is in great shape. His arms were smooth, and revealed their muscles when flexed. The top of his pecs were visible through the v-neck jersey. His shorts ended in mid-thigh, showing off a good length of his thin, powerful legs. His blond hair was matted to his forehead in sweat, but he was virtually hairless elsewhere, from what I could see. His body moved to gracefully, and he had such determination on his cute, boy-ish face.
When we arrived home, he went straight for the shower, but I was too horny to just let him go, so I followed him into the bathroom, his jersey already taken off. His chest is defined in the way that an active teenage boy develops muscles. He wasn’t what I would call a jock, and I wouldn’t call him muscular, but you knew he was fit just looking at him. A slight trail of dark hair peeked out from the wide waistband of his jock strap, which itself was only slightly visible above the waistband of his short shorts. His thin, smooth frame gave him a younger appearance, which made him a real nice piece of eye candy. His modesty seemed to prevent him from removing his shorts in front of dad, but I had every intention of making him do so. My cock was feeling cramped, and I wanted my little son help me with that.
We were just shooting the shit, talking about practice. I told him that he looked good out there. He told me he needed a lot of work, but to be honest, I wasn’t paying much attention to how well he was playing ball. I corrected him, “I mean, your body looked good out there. You’re in good shape.” I reached out and placed a hand on one of his pecs. “You’ve got such a smooth body.” I moved my hand across his round shoulder and down his arm, feeling his firm bicep. I placed my hand back on his pec, my thumb tweaking his nipple. His face reddened, no doubt in embarrassment of having his old man’s hands all over his young body. My hand moved down to his abs, and I rubbed around there for a while, looking my son in the eyes. He was intently watching my hand run over his smooth skin. “I’d like to see more,” I told him with my firm grip on his shoulder. His face started to show a bit of worry, so I knew I’d have to be more firm. I squeezed his shoulder, and said, “Take your shorts down, Tom.”
He looked me in the eye, and new the decision had been made for him. He tucked his thumbs into either side of his basketball shorts, and tugged them down to his sock-covered ankles. He straightened up, and I got a superb view of his newly-revealed crotch. The waist of his white jock strap wrapped around his narrow waist, narrowly revealing the line of his pelvic bone above. The pouch was pulled tight against his privates. His dick was outlined in the tight fabric. The two straps on either side ran down his hips and behind, under his ass. My hand was irresistibly drawn to his cock-filled jock. I gently fondled his package, and he gave out a whimper. He was clearly distraught, but he knew better that to question the actions of his dad, so he leaned back passively onto the sink, and allowed me to touch his most private muscles.
His dick was getting harder as I played with it through the fabric if his jock strap. The thick head bulged against its confines, and the shaft was bent to fit inside. As it grew, Tom grew more agitated. His hands tightly gripped the edge of the sink on either side of his body. He was squirming his hips, sometimes away from my exploring hands, and sometime grinding into them. He was letting out curt groans, but I couldn’t tell if they were of pleasure or discomfort. But I was getting so hot on Tom’s thickening member that I didn’t stop to ask.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him away from the sink to turn him around. The jock strap straps were pulled tight under his cheeks, making his cute ass stand out. As I squeezed his small flesh pillows, Tom was clenching and releasing them, making them alternately firm then soft. I slid my hand between his cheeks and rubbed it up and down his crack. I pulled him farther away from the sink, then pushed his shoulders forward, causing him to bend over. He gripped the edge of the sink, and his ass stuck out before me. I got on my knees and grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart, getting a whiff of his sweaty pungent ass odor. My thumb pressed against his puckering anus. This is the first time Tom spoke, saying, “Aw, Dad, what are you doing?” I knew I had to be violating him pretty bad for him to speak up like that. He was a straight boy, and he might be okay with me fondling his crotch, but the ass was off limits to him. But not to me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Tom,” I answered. He had a worried look on his face as he looked back at me fondling his ass. But he knew I was in control here, and he couldn’t resist.
I got some lotion out of a drawer and coated a finger with it. I then poked it at my son’s rosebud, sliding it into his forbidden tunnel. As I pushed it further into him, he raised himself onto his toes in some small attempt to free his ass from my probing touch. The confines of his boy-ass were tight, but my finger soon found it to be loosening. I pulled out, and slid in two fingers, eliciting a grunt from Tom. I looked at his face, reflected in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were squeezed close, and his mouth was gaping wide, allowing for his sporadic noises. His boyish face contorted as I assaulted his ass, plunging my fingers deeper, preparing his rectum for my hard cock.
After a good finger fuck, his ass was aching for something bigger. I stood up and undid my pants. I stripped my clothes off, watching my son’s ass present itself before me. I rubbed my hard dick with lotion, readying it for its voyage into the deep recesses of the boy’s anus. I reached out and grabbed one of Tom’s shoulders, and with my other hand, I took my dick and aimed it at his puckering hole. I pulled back on his shoulder, causing him to move onto my dick. He protested, his voice halfway between husky man and squeaky adolescent. But I noticed that throughout this process, his dick remained strained in his jock. He was still getting off on his old man taking advantage of him.
Tom is smaller than me, and his ass was virgin-tight, so I had to go slow when proceeding to bust his cherry with my man meat. His teeth were clenched as he bore down onto my dick. Slowly, inch by inch of my hard dick disappeared into Tom’s tight rectum. It seemed like forever, but his small body was finally able to contain my massive meat. I dug my hips into his ass, getting my dick as deep as it would go. My basketball son’s ass was now mine. I grabbed his hips and moved my cock in and out of his hole, fucking him crazy. I reached around to grab his crotch; his dick was hard, bulging in the basket of his jockey.
Tom took my dick well. He bucked back onto my thrusts, our flesh making a loud slapping noise. He was really getting into this. I quickened my pace, and Tom’s moans got louder. Gripping his narrow waist, I pounded his virgin ass. He arched his back, pointing his butt out at me, allowing me to really work his anus with my dick. I was thrusting so hard, I felt like I could lift Tom right off the ground. His small body was jarred with every inward thrust.
“Oh, god, Dad,” Tom gasped. He ground his buttocks into my hips, burying my cock deep in his ass. Moans and grunts escaped Tom’s lungs, and he wore an expression of pure exhilaration. As I continued to fondle his genitalia, his vocal exasperations became more intense. “Oh, fuck, Dad! Ahh!” I didn’t know if he was crying out in protest or in pleasure, but it turned me on to hear my son’s throat utter such exclamations about his dad’s cock up his ass. I pounded with greater intensity. His ass clenched around my hard dick, his hot adolescent body, taught with sexual energy, turned me on so much. The fact that I had made him appreciate his forced anal entry wasn’t lost on me. I had turned this straight jock into a bottom boy.
He still clenched with a mild pain when I thrust my cock deep into his ass, and seeing that face in the mirror, wrought with momentary agony, between moments of sexual delight, put me over the edge. With my next thrust, I began to shoot my seed into Tom’s ass. Gripping his hips, and pulling him onto my cock, I emptied my nuts deep inside my son.
After catching my breath, I pulled my semi-hard cock out of Tom’s broken-in anus. He straightened and turned toward me. “You’re a good fuck, son,” I told him. He just stared down at my dick, probably thinking about how it was just lodged up his ass. His own dick was still poking at the front of his jock strap. As I walked out of the bathroom, he stripped off his jockey, and stepped in the shower. When he came out, I could see that he had relieved himself of all the sexual energy that I had built up in him. I knew we would make a good team, my basketball son and I.
By Dave C.. This story is completely fictional!
I was in the bathroom with my son, Tom. We had just come from basketball practice at his high school. Sitting in those bleachers watching him run around getting all sweaty was really turning me on. I know, he’s my son, and that’s weird, but I couldn’t help noticing his hot body. He’s 18, and about average height. He’s really thin, but he is in great shape. His arms were smooth, and revealed their muscles when flexed. The top of his pecs were visible through the v-neck jersey. His shorts ended in mid-thigh, showing off a good length of his thin, powerful legs. His blond hair was matted to his forehead in sweat, but he was virtually hairless elsewhere, from what I could see. His body moved to gracefully, and he had such determination on his cute, boy-ish face.
When we arrived home, he went straight for the shower, but I was too horny to just let him go, so I followed him into the bathroom, his jersey already taken off. His chest is defined in the way that an active teenage boy develops muscles. He wasn’t what I would call a jock, and I wouldn’t call him muscular, but you knew he was fit just looking at him. A slight trail of dark hair peeked out from the wide waistband of his jock strap, which itself was only slightly visible above the waistband of his short shorts. His thin, smooth frame gave him a younger appearance, which made him a real nice piece of eye candy. His modesty seemed to prevent him from removing his shorts in front of dad, but I had every intention of making him do so. My cock was feeling cramped, and I wanted my little son help me with that.
We were just shooting the shit, talking about practice. I told him that he looked good out there. He told me he needed a lot of work, but to be honest, I wasn’t paying much attention to how well he was playing ball. I corrected him, “I mean, your body looked good out there. You’re in good shape.” I reached out and placed a hand on one of his pecs. “You’ve got such a smooth body.” I moved my hand across his round shoulder and down his arm, feeling his firm bicep. I placed my hand back on his pec, my thumb tweaking his nipple. His face reddened, no doubt in embarrassment of having his old man’s hands all over his young body. My hand moved down to his abs, and I rubbed around there for a while, looking my son in the eyes. He was intently watching my hand run over his smooth skin. “I’d like to see more,” I told him with my firm grip on his shoulder. His face started to show a bit of worry, so I knew I’d have to be more firm. I squeezed his shoulder, and said, “Take your shorts down, Tom.”
He looked me in the eye, and new the decision had been made for him. He tucked his thumbs into either side of his basketball shorts, and tugged them down to his sock-covered ankles. He straightened up, and I got a superb view of his newly-revealed crotch. The waist of his white jock strap wrapped around his narrow waist, narrowly revealing the line of his pelvic bone above. The pouch was pulled tight against his privates. His dick was outlined in the tight fabric. The two straps on either side ran down his hips and behind, under his ass. My hand was irresistibly drawn to his cock-filled jock. I gently fondled his package, and he gave out a whimper. He was clearly distraught, but he knew better that to question the actions of his dad, so he leaned back passively onto the sink, and allowed me to touch his most private muscles.
His dick was getting harder as I played with it through the fabric if his jock strap. The thick head bulged against its confines, and the shaft was bent to fit inside. As it grew, Tom grew more agitated. His hands tightly gripped the edge of the sink on either side of his body. He was squirming his hips, sometimes away from my exploring hands, and sometime grinding into them. He was letting out curt groans, but I couldn’t tell if they were of pleasure or discomfort. But I was getting so hot on Tom’s thickening member that I didn’t stop to ask.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him away from the sink to turn him around. The jock strap straps were pulled tight under his cheeks, making his cute ass stand out. As I squeezed his small flesh pillows, Tom was clenching and releasing them, making them alternately firm then soft. I slid my hand between his cheeks and rubbed it up and down his crack. I pulled him farther away from the sink, then pushed his shoulders forward, causing him to bend over. He gripped the edge of the sink, and his ass stuck out before me. I got on my knees and grabbed his cheeks and spread them apart, getting a whiff of his sweaty pungent ass odor. My thumb pressed against his puckering anus. This is the first time Tom spoke, saying, “Aw, Dad, what are you doing?” I knew I had to be violating him pretty bad for him to speak up like that. He was a straight boy, and he might be okay with me fondling his crotch, but the ass was off limits to him. But not to me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Tom,” I answered. He had a worried look on his face as he looked back at me fondling his ass. But he knew I was in control here, and he couldn’t resist.
I got some lotion out of a drawer and coated a finger with it. I then poked it at my son’s rosebud, sliding it into his forbidden tunnel. As I pushed it further into him, he raised himself onto his toes in some small attempt to free his ass from my probing touch. The confines of his boy-ass were tight, but my finger soon found it to be loosening. I pulled out, and slid in two fingers, eliciting a grunt from Tom. I looked at his face, reflected in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were squeezed close, and his mouth was gaping wide, allowing for his sporadic noises. His boyish face contorted as I assaulted his ass, plunging my fingers deeper, preparing his rectum for my hard cock.
After a good finger fuck, his ass was aching for something bigger. I stood up and undid my pants. I stripped my clothes off, watching my son’s ass present itself before me. I rubbed my hard dick with lotion, readying it for its voyage into the deep recesses of the boy’s anus. I reached out and grabbed one of Tom’s shoulders, and with my other hand, I took my dick and aimed it at his puckering hole. I pulled back on his shoulder, causing him to move onto my dick. He protested, his voice halfway between husky man and squeaky adolescent. But I noticed that throughout this process, his dick remained strained in his jock. He was still getting off on his old man taking advantage of him.
Tom is smaller than me, and his ass was virgin-tight, so I had to go slow when proceeding to bust his cherry with my man meat. His teeth were clenched as he bore down onto my dick. Slowly, inch by inch of my hard dick disappeared into Tom’s tight rectum. It seemed like forever, but his small body was finally able to contain my massive meat. I dug my hips into his ass, getting my dick as deep as it would go. My basketball son’s ass was now mine. I grabbed his hips and moved my cock in and out of his hole, fucking him crazy. I reached around to grab his crotch; his dick was hard, bulging in the basket of his jockey.
Tom took my dick well. He bucked back onto my thrusts, our flesh making a loud slapping noise. He was really getting into this. I quickened my pace, and Tom’s moans got louder. Gripping his narrow waist, I pounded his virgin ass. He arched his back, pointing his butt out at me, allowing me to really work his anus with my dick. I was thrusting so hard, I felt like I could lift Tom right off the ground. His small body was jarred with every inward thrust.
“Oh, god, Dad,” Tom gasped. He ground his buttocks into my hips, burying my cock deep in his ass. Moans and grunts escaped Tom’s lungs, and he wore an expression of pure exhilaration. As I continued to fondle his genitalia, his vocal exasperations became more intense. “Oh, fuck, Dad! Ahh!” I didn’t know if he was crying out in protest or in pleasure, but it turned me on to hear my son’s throat utter such exclamations about his dad’s cock up his ass. I pounded with greater intensity. His ass clenched around my hard dick, his hot adolescent body, taught with sexual energy, turned me on so much. The fact that I had made him appreciate his forced anal entry wasn’t lost on me. I had turned this straight jock into a bottom boy.
He still clenched with a mild pain when I thrust my cock deep into his ass, and seeing that face in the mirror, wrought with momentary agony, between moments of sexual delight, put me over the edge. With my next thrust, I began to shoot my seed into Tom’s ass. Gripping his hips, and pulling him onto my cock, I emptied my nuts deep inside my son.
After catching my breath, I pulled my semi-hard cock out of Tom’s broken-in anus. He straightened and turned toward me. “You’re a good fuck, son,” I told him. He just stared down at my dick, probably thinking about how it was just lodged up his ass. His own dick was still poking at the front of his jock strap. As I walked out of the bathroom, he stripped off his jockey, and stepped in the shower. When he came out, I could see that he had relieved himself of all the sexual energy that I had built up in him. I knew we would make a good team, my basketball son and I.