Michael and His Dad 9
By Stockman stockman334@gmail.com
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As Michael's Dad, I had the responsibility of seeing to my son's need for strong physical love. I'd do what I could to help him enjoy the physical as well as emotional side of his desires.
It was pandemonium by the time I got into the tight HS locker room. This was definitely not a pro setup. Rows of lockers in small sections kept teammates apart, but Michael seemed to be enjoying the repeated shouting and butt and back slaps. He had caught 8 short passes during the game, 5 for first downs and 2 for touchdowns. Then, on the last play of the game, he faked another short route, went deep and received a perfect long pass from Jeff to win the game.
I tried to stay in the background as some players stripped off for their showers. I could see Michael's eyes roaming to catch a glimpse of teammate cock. He was standing alongside Jeff as the quarterback answered questions from members of the local press. Finally, they all departed except for one local reporter. Michael tried to explain how he just seemed to know when Jeff wanted him to fake short, then go deep. Then a new reporter arrived, from the school newspaper.
"Sean, buddy, how are you?" Jeff exclaimed along with a hug. "Sean was a good friend in middle school," he explained to Michael. "Great surfer. Now he's on the school paper."
Jeff started undressing, quickly getting to his jock strap. As he removed his cup, Sean laughed. "Ah, that's why you have such a big bulge, Jeff. I could see it throughout the game. I know you're big, but thought you'd gotten much bigger."
"Glad you remember, bud," Jeff laughed, high giving his old friend. "Stripping out of his jock, Jeff turned to Michael, "Better get undressed, too. There's a reception for the team at Sal's Pizzeria."
Just then Coach Donaldson announced that all visitors must leave and meet at Sal's. Sean stayed to watch Michael undress. He was asking reporter-type questions of Michael for the next edition. Jeff made his need for a shower known, leaving Michael to chat with his reporter/friend. Sean's questions were getting more personal, enjoying the interview with the naked teen. Michael kept answering even as Sean began to openly stare at the nice cock in front of him.
Michael was getting hard. Sean was such a good-looking guy. Real surfer-look with thick blond hair, great muscle tone and deep set eyes that kept looking down at Michael's crotch. Michael had tried to control it, but couldn't keep his dick down under the obvious interest of the senior classmate. His 7 inches stood tall. He was embarrassed and excited at the same time.
Sean took a deep breath, looked around and said he should leave, he'd catch up at Sal's. Perfect timing as Jeff returned, all wet, to pull Michael into the shower. The younger teen tried to object. He was hard, his cock pointing Northwest! As water dripped from Jeff's thick soft cock, He pulled his friend along. "Do what you're told, Michael. You're a hero today."
A roar of approval rose as Michael entered the steamy shower room. Michael tried without success, to hide behind Jeff, still embarrassed that he was hard as a rock. "Guys," Jeff yelled out. "Our boy's really excited over his contribution to the team. Let's help him feel comfortable, right guys?"
"Only one way to do that," a naked teammate answered. Greg? "Do it, Do it!!," shouted several naked young men as soap dripped from their bodies. Greg grabbed a plastic chair from the hallway and quickly pushed Michael into it. In a minute, several players had surrounded the sitting hero. "This is what we do to our game MVP," a dark haired senior announced. He pulled on his growing cock in front of his buds, pulling it into a solid 6 1/2 inch hard cudgel. It was Nick, the starting safety from the defense. "Gonna give you a reward, Michael, for helping us win today." Michael was transfixed at Nick's thick black pubes and hairy balls. Those balls seemed to pull up quickly and BAM! Nick's cock erupted, shooting thick man cream right at Michael, hitting his chin and chest with all he could deliver.
Before Michael could respond, Joe, a cornerback, erupted, shooting his hard 6" right at Michael's face, hitting the bulls eye as four ropes of cum hit Michael's face, coating his nose and mouth. Then a string of linemen took their turns, Pete, Damien, Lane, Kelsey screamed out as they ejaculated tons of teen cream from their 6, 7, 7, 6 1/2 inch cocks. With cheers from the onlookers, Kelsey leaned in to wipe some cum across Michael's lips, giving the boy a good taste of left guard cum.
Michael was in heaven. He didn't even try to act embarrassed. He loved the attention, the exposed cock and the creamy cum of his teammates. Through slitted eyes, he could see several more hard hairy cocks coming his way and then creaming his face, hair and chest. He even got shots into his ears, which felt so good when followed by cocks to push it in deeply.
Finally Jeff pushed in front of "his boy". "You did so well, Michael. So fucking well, on the field and off." He pushed his hard 8" into Michael's mouth, letting the team hero openly lick just the head of his throbbing cock. Jeff pushed further. "Suck me, boy. Such a good, cum-covered boy!" Jeff didn't want to wait for a long sexy blowjob, he wanted to establish his team leadership. In just a few seconds, his big quarterback balls contracted, and he came hard. His cum added to his teammates covering the slot wide receiver's face in more and more teen cum.
Cum totally covered Michael's face, chin, and chest. White cream had collected in his black pubes. Michael was breathing cum though his nose, tasting cum on his lips and in his mouth, hearing though cum-coated ears, and seeing through cum-coated eyeballs. The boy took a deep breath as he sat for a moment in a cum-filled haze.
"We need to clean you off, Michael," he heard Jeff say. It was suddenly silent in the shower room. Just the sound of running water. Then it hit. From all sides. His team was pissing. Pissing on him. Piss from all the players. Piss hitting his face, his ears, his eyes. Michael could smell the piss; it seemed he was breathing teammate piss. His chest, his pubes, his cock, all covered in teammate piss. Yellow piss, white piss, clear piss.
Soon his piss shower was over. Cheers rose from the young men. Then more cheers, and back pats. Jeff raised him from the chair as two players pulled him under a shower head. With more cheers, pats on the butt, and words of encouragement, Michael was washed clean. He could feel shower gel being spread over his body. Six hands, eight hands rubbing him clean. But it was the two hands washing his hard cock, combing through his pubes, cleaning his balls and ass that did it for him. BAM he shot hard, seven, yes seven, shots of boy cum into their rough hands.
More cheers. Michael could hear the applause even as he slumped into the arms of two defensive tackles who had no problem holding him. As he recovered, a towel covering his upper body, he looked at his teammates, dazed but aware. "Thank you," was all he could say.
I (Dad) met up with Michael at Sal's Pizza. Cheers went up from parents and friends when the team arrived. Michael looked a bit foggy. Was he overwhelmed by the outpouring of appreciation for his performance? No matter, he shared pizza with team members, especially Jeff as well as some blond school reporter, who shared the team's food.
Steve Power appeared above all the din. "You guys were wonderful this evening," he announced. "In reward, I'm giving each of you a 3 month membership to Power House. Use it as much as you like."
Cheers went up in the crowd as Steve passed out membership cards to all the players. I noticed Michael, who had already received a lifetime membership, gave his card to the school reporter, Sean. I saw Sean give my son a big hug. Jeff seemed to approve.
Our home was just a few blocks away. Michael was awfully quiet. I waited a few minutes then turned to him. "Why so sad, boy? You're the team hero!"
"It's that school reporter, Sean. I got naked in front of him in the locker room. He kept talking to me even after Jeff left to shower. Oh Dad I loved being naked in front of him, he kept looking at my dick. I couldn't help it. I got so hard, right in front of him. Finally, Jeff came back to pull me into the shower. Sean left, I guess, but he was with us at Sal's. I got hard again just sitting next to him. He's so good looking, Dad. All the girls talk about him. That wavy blond hair. And he was a middle school friend of Jeff's. They're so cool with each other."
"So you liked showing your dick to him? Did he seem to like it?"
"I think so, he kept looking at it. He also looked at Jeff's monster and complimented him on how big it's gotten since Middle School."
"Do you wish you could see his cock, Michael?" I asked. I didn't doubt the answer. "Would you want to see how big his dick is? And his balls? Are you wondering if he has tight nuts or low hangers? Does he have a lot of hair or if he trims or shaves it? Would you want to run your fingers through his blond pubes if you had the chance?"
"Oh God, yeah, Dad. Is that ok? Will Jeff mind if I played with his friend's cock? I really like Jeff."
"Want to invite them both over? Might be fun to have a sleepover with them. Have fun with them both. Can you imagine licking both of them ?"
We were at our front door when Michael exploded. "Oh Dad, so hot," he moaned. I grabbed his body as he nearly collapsed in orgasm right though his shorts. His teen cream oozed through the team gym shorts showing me plenty of teen cum. I couldn't help but caress his shooting cock as I pulled him inside.
I pulled Michael into the shower for a rinse, during which time he told me how his team rewarded his performance in the locker room shower. I was so impressed my own cock rose full sized. "Dad can I suck your cock? Please? Such a beautiful big cock. Now that I've seen all the dicks on our team, you'd be biggest. I love your cock, Dad. Please?"
How can I turn my boy down? "Of course, son. But if you suck my cock, you gotta do it well. Please me, boy, like you know how. Can you be a good cocksucker tonight?"
"God yes, Dad." He started at my thighs, licking them gently. He traced upwards, licking my hairy balls and then up the shaft. He licked my cock head gently, looking up to meet my eyes, seeking approval, like a good cocksucker. He licked the head for several minutes before plunging his hot mouth down. "So good, son. So fucking good," I moaned.
He pushed down further as my hands encompassed his head. "Suck it boy," I moaned again. I felt my cock enter his throat. He was swallowing my cock! Eight inches of cock disappearing into his throat and mouth. So good. He started to breathe through his nose so he could keep my throbbing cock as deep as he could. My pubes pressed into his face, scratching his nose. I felt it was as good as the best blowjob I'd ever had. My boy, the great cocksucker!
I couldn't hold out forever. He'd had a great sexual experience in the team shower, and now I was having one in our home shower. I screamed out in orgasm. I pumped cum into my son's throat several times. I could feel five big shots through my spasming cock, and then felt more drizzle into his mouth. He accepted all my dad offering, then looked up and smiled. My cum coated his lips. He rubbed his head over my cock, on his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his chin. He wanted my cock all over his face.
"That was wonderful, son. I loved it. You are a wonderful cocksucker!"
As we left the shower, I told Michael to invite Jeff and Sean for a workout at Power House and then a sleepover tomorrow evening.
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