Defeat The School Jock Chapter Four As Told By Patrick's Dad, George. I am still just learning so please excuse my mistakes. I am trying to make the story go in different directions on purpose so hope you enjoy it is not following the line you may expect it to follow. joejoe_75202@yahoo.com
I had been one of the toughest guys at school growing up. Went on to be on the high school then collage wrestling teams. I had my share of sex with hot women. Thank goodness I always asked if they were on the pill. So all through school I managed all the women I could handle without getting any in the family way. Some times I got some fag boy to suck me off or even screw the ass off him if I couldn't find a girl available. All those homo's liked my big dick.
I knew it was time to settle down and get on with life. I wanted a son I could bring up to be just like myself. You know a chip off George. I met this nice girl and we got married. Nine months later my son was born and I wanted him to have a fine masculine name so named him after my dad. Patrick from day one was more a part of my life than my wife and I guess because of that she walked out of my life one day. I didn't really care she left me with my pride and joy Patrick.
Plus I could screw any woman I wanted without a guilty conscious.
I was proud of the way Patrick was growing up. I was excited today was the finals in the wrestling matches.
I served Patrick and myself a healthy breakfast. I wanted him to lots of energy for the match. He had been matched up with a boy named Joey. I went to school with his dad Dave. Dave and myself had always been competitive in school and figured his son Joey and Patrick were equally competitive so really helped Patrick train for today.
Before I dropped Patrick I wished him luck with the match and I'd be in the stands cheering for him. I went to the office but instead of going to the gym after work I headed to Patrick's school. I got a good seat in the bleachers and could see Jack sitting not far from me. Patrick's and Joey's match would be the last match of the day. I sat back and watched the other's wrestle. I enjoyed watching the boys show their stuff but was looking forward to my son's match.
Finally Patrick's and Joey's match was called and out they came from the locker room across the gym to the wrestling match. The one in charge tossed a coin in the air and Patrick won and chose to be on top. "Fuck this will be short." I said to myself. However Joey fooled me and flipped Patrick over. The two flipped back and forth with Patrick down then Joey down. It was a good match so far. Suddenly I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My son was tugging Joey's wrestling suit off his shoulders and over his butt. It had to be an hot and sweaty because it was so hot. However to my surprise Patrick pulled the suit right off Joey leaving him in just his jock strap. I wanted to cheer. He'd taken a real lead and I bet Joey was completely humiliated wrestling in just his jock strap. Before I could enjoy the glory of my son's move Joey was over top Patrick and had pulled his wrestling suit down his chest over his butt down his legs and flung across the floor. I heard whooping all around me. Then before my eyes Patrick stripped off Joey's jock strap leaving Joey nude. In another move Patrick's jock strap was removed leaving my son nude also. I could see Patrick's and Joey's cocks were both erect. Patrick's cock within an inch of Joey's lips. I bet my son was telling Joey to suck his dick. I couldn't hear from where I was I just guessed that's what Patrick said.
To my surprise suddenly Joey had Patrick on his back his legs over his head and his dick pointed at my son's ass hole. I wanted to yell. Get up Patrick and slug him but didn't say anything. I guess I was just too shocked at what was happening. Now Joey was screwing Patrick like there was no tomorrow.
"Screw him son." I heard from down the bleachers and realized it was Joey's dad Dave. Fuck I could have rolled up in a ball and hid under the seat. This had to be the most humiliating time in my life.
I wanted to yell. "Your no fucking son of mine Patrick." However I kept silent instead. From another part of the bleachers I heard someone else yell but didn't know what they said.
I guess Joey must have shot his wad because he got off my son and walked to the locker room. Walking tall and proud. My hopeless son was still laying on the wrestling match. I couldn't bare to look and buried my head in my hands. When I finally looked up Joey was gone and I was sitting alone in the bleachers. I got up and walked to the back door of the gym and ran out the door to my car. I didn't even look around as I rushed to my car got up, started the engine, put my foot on the floor of the gas peddle and pealed out of the parking lot and headed home. When I got home I went to the reck room in the basement and poured myself a stiff rum without mix and swallowed it. I felt hot and sweaty so took off my jacket sat down and removed my shoes and socks. I was still hot and before I knew it I was stripped to my boxers and decided what the hell and took them off as well. I tried to calm myself down sitting in my recliner but what happened in the school gym kept playing over like a instant replay in a hockey game. I had the rum bottle beside my chair and was on my third drink when I heard the door up stairs and knew Patrick was finally home. I got up and went to the stairs and holland. "Patrick get the fuck down here." I suppose I could have got up and at least put on my boxers but thought what the hell Patrick's already been nude in front of me, the fathers and sons at school he can see his dad nude.
I went back to my chair and sat down. A few minutes later I saw Patrick come in the reck room with his head bent to the floor.
"Shut the door and get over here Patrick." I said.
I didn't know what I intended to say or do. I looked at him and said. "Look at me. You slut." How could you let Joey take you down and even worse screw you in front of everyone.
"Dad." Patrick said looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry."
"Is that all you can say. Your sorry. Your fucking sorry. Do you realize how you made me feel today?" I yelled.
"It's not like I did it on purpose dad." Joey said and could tell he had raised his voice a tone.
"Don't raise your voice to me Patrick. You're not too old to have your pants yanked down and strapped." I said.
"You'd like that you pervert." Patrick suddenly yelled. "Look at you nude and with a hard on at that.
I bet you wish you had been Joey this afternoon screwing me. Or maybe you wish you were me and I was Joey screwing you."
"Now that's gone far enough Patrick." I said looking up seeing Patrick pulling his T-shirt over his head and undoing his jeans pushing them down his muscular legs. I could see the bulge in his boxers. He sat down in the chair across from me and finished taking his pants and socks off. I couldn't believe my eyes in the matter of what seemed seconds Patrick had stripped down to his boxers and now was even lifting off the chair to pull them over his butt, push down his legs and kicked them across the floor.
"I see your still hard dad and looking at my big thick dick. I know you want it." He said.
"Stop this son. You made an ass hole out of yourself today and now your blaming me." I said.
"Who's blaming you. I'm just saying you want to suck my dick. I bet you always wanted to get down between my legs and suck me." Patrick said.
"I told you that's enough." I moaned.
"Do I have to come over there and pull you over there?" Patrick said. "Stop this game playing slut. I didn't get off this afternoon and I got a big ball load of cum ready. So just get out of that chair and crawl over to me." Patrick said.
I stood up and walked over to where Patrick was sitting my hand in the air ready to slap Patrick's face. I had never raised a hand to him before but I couldn't let him get away talking to me like this. He was pushy to all the whips at his school and in the neighbourhood but doing this to me was too far. Before I could bring my hand down to slap his face he had grabbed my hand in his powerful hand. "Get down." He said.
He had twisted my arm in such a way I had no choice but to get on my knees to stop him from twisting my arm off. "Son, stop this."
"I will as soon as you do what I tell you bitch." Patrick said.
He let go of my arm but before I could move he had my head between his hands and forcing my head toward his thick cut bigger than average cock. "From now on bitch you do as I tell you to do. I learned today after Joey took me down I had to learn that submissive stuff and that had to be from you. Well now you can really be submissive you weak pitiful shit head.
I brought my hands up and put them on his bare legs. I tried to push my head up. I was concentrating on moving my head away from Patrick's cock I didn't see what he was doing and was surprised when I felt a sting across my left cheek. "Open your mouth cunt." Patrick said.
I closed my eyes and put my hand up to message where Patrick had slapped me. I must have slipped because when I opened my eyes Patrick's cock was so close to my lips I could have stuck my tongue and touched it. I don't know why but suddenly I felt memorized by his big thick cock. It looked like something I had never saw before and I had the erg to lick his cock head not to mention message his big hanging balls. "Stop this." I said to myself.
"That's the way dad message those balls." Patrick was saying and dam I looked down and saw I had raised my hand and was indeed messaging his big balls. What the hell was I doing? Was I off my rocker? "Go on lick my cock head. You know you want to."
"No." I said. "No. You stop this Patrick."
When I looked down Patrick had pushed my head forward and my lips were brushing against his cock. I was feeling buzzed. I didn't know if it had been because of the couple of shots of rum or the blood rushing to my head. But I dropped my head. I opened my mouth to protest when suddenly Patrick's big cock head entered my mouth. "No teeth pops." He said. I heard Patrick over top of me saying over and over. "That's the way. Yes that's the way."
I felt my head getting lighter and lighter. I don't know why but slowly the centre of all my thoughts were on Patrick's cock. I felt like I had to please Patrick for some reason and lowered my head. His cock hit the back of my throat. I felt like I was going to gag. However it seemed Patrick didn't care if I choked and pushed his cock forward and filled my throat. I could feel his large balls on my bottom lip. "Oh yes dad. Oh fuck I should have taken you in hand years ago." Patrick said as his cock slid from my throat and I tried to take a breath through my nose. "That's it breath through your nose. That's the way to do it dad."
I felt Patrick's hand on the back of my head again pushing down. I felt like a zombi and couldn't help myself. I just had to please Patrick. His demanding tone had left replaced by this magnetic voice.
Suddenly I felt my head jerked down and was brought back to reality when I heard Patrick saying. "Yes, oh fuck yes dad take my cum. Take it all you fucking homo."
"I couldn't help but swallow my own son's cum and hearing him call me a homo made me want to bite his cock but I caught myself realizing it was Patrick's cock my own son's cock I'd be biting. He was pulling his cock out of my mouth his cock still shooting yet another big load on my tongue. It was the very first cum I had tasted and it had to be my son's.
"Oh fuck I needed to shoot my load dad and you're a great cock sucker." Patrick said.
I didn't know what to say but remained on my knees looking up at my son Patrick for further orders.
"Well don't just kneel there get up, clean up and fix dinner. Can't you see I'm hungry." Patrick said and snapped his fingers.
I should have said or done something to straighten out who was the father and who was the son but instead I got up and headed for the washroom to clean up. I washed all over came out and dried up before going back in the reck room where Patrick was reclining in my favourite recliner. I walked over to him. "What he would like for dinner Patrick?" I asked
"What did you say fag boy? I don't think you were addressing me because I didn't here Sir first." Patrick said without talking his eyes from the TV news.
"Sorry Sir." and laughed thinking Patrick had to be joking. After all I was his dad.
Before I could take a step or say another word Patrick was on his feet and his hand was slapping my face. "Listen you good for nothing peace of shit you do what I tell you from now and you show respect at the same time.
I put my hand up to my face and rubbed it and said in a respectful tone. "Yes Sir sorry please forgive me. I'll cook what ever you would like to eat Sir."
I could see from now on in our house at least who was going to be the Master and who would be the slave. I just had to hope it wouldn't go further than the house. joejoe_75202@yahoo.com