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PIMPED OUT TO THE TEAM BY DAD
I was tired of waiting. I had been hanging outside the stadium for almost an hour now waiting for Dad. My father, Mike Dolan, was a sports writer. A good one. And a pretty famous one if you traveled in those circles. Dad always wanted me to be into sports. I wasn't. Never played. Enjoyed watching, though sort of on the sly. The reason I like sports is not because of a love of competition or because of watching men excel. It's because of how hot the guys are. I go to baseball games and spend the whole game staring at the guys' packages waiting for someone to adjust their balls. Go to football games and stare long and hard at guys' asses hoping to see the lines of their jockstraps through their pants. And I go to basketball games just imagining how big the cocks are underneath the oversize shorts of those tall massive guys. That's where I was tonight--- outside the stadium after the NBA All Star Game. My father had gone back to the locker room to talk to the guys. He wasn't even writing an article this time around but all the players are now good friends of his, at least when he goes to games. He'd asked me to come back but I declined as always.
He rolled his eyes and said, "I know you're gay but can you at least pretend to be interested in sports? For me? For your dad?"
"Sorry Pop. I'll wait here for you."
He sneered and headed back to the locker room. He thought I didn't want to go back because I didn't care about sports. What he didn't know is the reason that I didn't go back is that I knew I couldn't handle being in that room seeing all those men walking around naked.
Yes, I'm gay. Pretty masculine though. And I'm not super open about it. My family knows. And friends. But I don't talk about it at work. I sell insurance. I go to the office and go home. My coworkers don't need to know my personal life. And I'm positive my father isn't over eager to advertise the fact that his son loves cock.
My phone started buzzing. I looked down. It was a text from Dad.
GET BACK HERE NOW. I WANT YOU TO MEET THESE GUYS. THEY'RE SOME OF THE GREATEST ATHLETES IN THE WORLD. IT'S TIME THEY MET MY SON. STOP BEING A PRICK AND DO SOMETHING FOR YOUR FATHER FOR ONCE.
It was hard to argue. He wasn't asking for much. I took a deep breath, told myself I could handle it, and headed to the back entrance of the stadium.
It was a bit of a labyrinth to get to the locker room but I finally arrived. I walked in and the place was empty except for my dad.
"Hey Dad, what's going on? I thought you wanted me to meet some of the guys."
"Oh I do. Most of the guys have left. But some stuck around. And they definitely want to meet you."
Suddenly, from around the corner 10 guys walked out in towels. I recognized them all. Again, I pretended I didn't care about these men or their teams but every one of them was a God to me. LaMarcus Aldridge, Tyson Chandler, DeMarcus Cousins, Andre Drummond, Joel Embiid, Festus Ezeli, Serge Ibaka, DeAndre Jordan, Karl-Anthony Towns, and Hassan Whiteside. My mouth went dry. I almost couldn't take it in-- these towering black men standing about 20 feet away from me only in towels.
Embiid was the first to say anything.
"So, this is your son huh? The faggot?"
My cheeks went red.
I tried to argue, "Hey what...? This is--- Sorry, this is bullshit."
I headed back for the door. My father blocked my way. Now I'm in decent shape-6'1" 215lbs. My dad is my height but a more muscular build and he grabbed me and threw me back. For a 60yo old guy he still had a lot of strength. I fell back onto one of the benches. Dad ripped into me.
"I'm sick of making excuses for you. Trying to explain to legends every time I see them why they've never met my son. Most guys would kill to have a father like me who could introduce them to the greatest athletes on the planet. And you know what, you ungrateful asshole? I'm done with it. So, tonight when they asked again, I told them. 'My son is a disgrace. He sells insurance. And he's a faggot.' I decided if you can't be a real man, you might as well be my bitch."
I stared at him dumbfounded. My face got redder. I knew my father wasn't proud of me but he had never humiliated me in front of other people, and here he was degrading me in the worst way in front of men who I idolized, even if he didn't know I did. I could feel the players' eyes on me but I didn't dare look at them, so I looked down at the floor instead. Suddenly my dad slapped me across the face.
"Oh, don't be such a fucking pussy!"
My face stung, and my eyes started to water. I was actually terrified.
"Get that fucking faggot face up from the floor and look at real men."
I raised my head slowly and looked into my dad's face. My eyes watered more.
"Aw, are you gonna cry like a little girl?"
"No."
"Turn and look at those men. Real men. Something you have never been and will never be."
I was pissed now. As pissed as I was hurt. So, to show him I was stronger than he ever thought I could be, I turned my head slowly to look at the guys. They were standing there so strong. Towering. Not one of them was under 6'10" tall. I think I may have stopped breathing for a bit staring at their powerful, black, god-like bodies in those white towels, gleaming against their chocolate skin.
Suddenly Joel Embiid dropped his towel and I gasped. His cock was not to be believed. It hung halfway to his knees if not more and had the thickness of a coke bottle. My jaw dropped.
"You were right Mike. He is ready to suck," said LaMarcus Aldridge.
Then all of them dropped their towels and I thought I was going to faint. Each cock was bigger than the one next to it. All hanging over hallway to their knees or longer and with thickness ranging from a coke bottle to a coke can.
"You heard him son. Get on your knees faggot and suck some cock."
"I.... uh... This is... I can't-"
Dad grabbed me, pulled me to my feet, and started ripping my clothes off. I was so shocked by it that he had me naked to the waist before I could resist.
"Dad, stop it please!"
"Shut the fuck up, you worthless piece of shit."
And then he punched me in the gut. I got the wind totally sucked out of me and doubled over.
"Take your fucking fairy shoes off boy."
At this point I had no strength to resist and I did what I was told. Then he pulled at my belt and yanked my pants and underwear off. I was now totally naked and had a semi hard on.
The players started laughing.
Serge Ibaka spoke up first. Damn Mike, sorry your boy's such a faggoty ass loser. And look at that soft gut. You're a good looking guy Mike and still in great shape. How'd you raise such a fat ass?"
"I know right? He's a disgrace." Tyson Chandler was next. "And he's popping a woody too. If you can call it that. Look at that little thing."
Now look, I was proud of my cock. I had 7.5 inches though I guess compared to these guys it was nothing.
Dad responded. "I know. He didn't get that from me either I'm sad to say."
Then he unzipped his fly and hauled his meat out. I couldn't believe how thick it was.
"I know I'm not like you guys but I got a fat 8.5 inches here. Not sure what fag would take my son's small one. What faggot wants a small wiener like his. He must be stuck being the pussy boy faggot bottom for all the hung fags out there."
Tyson, spoke again. "That true fag? You like sucking meat? You're getting full hard now. This big nigga meat turn you on? You wannna suck my nigga dick?"
I wanted it so much but I couldn't say a word.
Dad hit me on the side of the head. "Do it boy! Apparently this is the only way you can make me proud. You're gonna be my pussy fag. Get sucking you worthless cunt."
I stared at the huge slabs of big black meat in front of me. Tyson grabbed ahold of his huge cock and walked toward me.
"Open up faggot."
I opened my mouth and he slipped his huge black cock into my mouth. It felt, smelled, and tasted so good. And it swelled to a full hard on. I could barely get half of it into my mouth.
"Yeah that's right faggot white boy. That's a real cock you got in your mouth now. 11.5 inches of prime nigga dick."
"Which one of you boys is gonna fuck his pussy," Dad asked.
I turned to look at him and now his own cock was full hard in his hand. It was so fat and big and as much as he was humiliating me and pimping me out to his buddies, I felt super proud that my dad had such a big cock.
Joel Embiid stepped up. "I'll fuck that cunt. Let's see if he can take my foot long."
I turned to look at this 7 foot giant. The meat sticking out from his body was so huge it didn't seem real. Not only was it 12 inches long. It looked as thick as a water bottle."
I panicked. "Fuck! No way. You'll rip me open. I can't take that!"
"Shut the fuck up faggot!" Hassan Whiteside said as he shoved his thick cock into my mouth to shut me up.
I was terrified trying to resist.
Then dad spoke up. "Wait. Let me help the perv out a little bit."
He got on his knees behind me and spit into my hole and said, "I love eating pussy."
And suddenly he started eating my ass out. His tongue dug deep and he buried his face in my ass.
"Yeah Mike, eat that pussy! Show us how good you are," the guys were yelling and laughing.
Cock after cock went into my mouth. I couldn't keep track who's was who's. All I know is that they were big and fat and had an amazing musky smell to them. The taste was making me nuts.
Finally dad said, "Okay Joel, he's all yours," and he spit one more time into my hole. "Hold him down boys to make sure he doesn't pull away from that monster."
I braced myself. Joel got behind me and I felt his huge cock head push against my hole. It felt as big as an apple. I resisted but he pushed.
"Don't fight it faggot or I'm gonna rip you to shreds."
He popped the head in and I thought was going to die. I screamed around the cock in my mouth. Tears streamed from my eyes.
"Hold on Joel. Hold one sec," my Dad said.
Suddenly he was on his knees next to me whispering in my ear while I was trying to take monster meat in both my holes.
"You're gonna take it boy, you hear me? You're gonna take that beast meat. You're my son and you're gonna make me proud. Now take a breath."
I tried to do what he said through sobs.
"Stop crying like a little girl."
I tried to stifle my sobs.
"Now take another breath and I want you to push back and feel like you're opening your ass up like when you take a dump. You hear me? Do it. Do exactly what you do when you're taking a shit."
I thought about what he was saying. Up to right now I'd been pretty versatile. I love cock. And I've been fucked enough. But I've never thought of myself as a power bottom or as someone who took cock naturally up their ass. But now I thought about what my Dad said. And I tried it. I pushed back like I was taking a dump.
And suddenly my ass opened up and the huge cock in my hole slid in another few inches.
"That's it faggot. Make dad proud. Take some more."
I did it again and more slipped in.
"Oh fuck that's a tight pussy," I heard Joel say.
Dad whispered furiously in my ear, "You like that son, don't you?"
"MmmHmmm..." I mumbled around the cock in my mouth.
"You want more? You want him to plow your pussy?"
"MmHmm...."
"Tell him. Tell him how much you want his big black cock."
I let Andre Drummond's cock out of my mouth and said, "I do. I want it so bad. Give me that big cock. I need that big nigga dick. Please? Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Seed my pussy with that big nigga meat!"
Festus Ezeli shouted, "Fuck yeah! Let's go to town boys!"
And they did. Joel grabbed my hips and started pounding me. And guy after guy fucked my mouth from the other end. Their cocks were so big that it seemed like a telephone pole was running through my ass all the way through my body out my mouth on the other side. Joel had opened me up so wide that as each guy took turns fucking my ass, it didn't hurt at all anymore. I was shoving my ass back on all these huge cocks. There wasn't a moment there wasn't a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth at the same time. At one point Demarcus Cousins stood in front of me and turned around, spread his ass cheeks, and shoved his big beefy ass in my face and just drown me in it. It was so musky and sexy. I couldn't get enough. All the guys started feeding me their asses too making me eat them deep and long. When DeAndre Jordan took his ass out of my face I looked up and saw my dad now totally naked sitting on one of the benches and he was stroking his cock hard. He was red in the face and looked so turned on. He looked me right in the face.
"I'm proud of you son. I'm so fucking proud of you. You're my boy. I love you son."
I never felted so close to or loved by my dad. Tears started streaming down my face.
Then dad said, "Come on boys, seed him. Give him your loads from both ends."
And they did. Cocks were cramming into my mouth and ass, and each guy dumped their load into me. By the time they finished, cum was pouring out of my mouth and my ass. Then dad got up and laid down on the floor and said, "Come on son. Sit on my cock. Let me be the last to breed you."
I got up and sat on his cock. It felt so good. The perfect fit. I started to ride it hard.
"Come on dad. Fuck me good. Your fat daddy dick feels so good! I love you dad! I want your seed! Give it to me dad! Give me that big daddy load!"
Dad looked at the guys and said, "Come on guys. Give us a shower while I finish my son off."
I wasn't sure what dad meant until the guys got in a circle around us and suddenly started pissing all over us.
"Open your mouth son. Take it all."
I did and felt piss streaming into my mouth from all directions as well as cascading all over my body. I looked down at my dad and his mouth was wide open too loving the piss that was pouring into his mouth. Then he started screaming.
"Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna give you my seed son! Gonna dump the spunk you were born from into that faggot cunt! Take it boy! Take my daddy load!"
He thrust into my ass 4 or 5 times and unloaded.
We were done. The guys high fived me and headed into the shower room to clean up. Dad said, "Not you son. You don't get to shower."
We were alone now by the lockers.
"Bend over."
I did. He started slapping my asshole.
"Dad I don't think you should do that. I.... I think.... Dad, please stop.... You're going to make me..."
It was too late. The cum started pouring out of my ass. And his slapping of my ass lips made me fart as the cum shot out in spurts. I felt humiliated but proud that I had been able to take so much cum in me. It took a while for it all to come out.
"Put your clothes on and get the hell out of here."
"But dad... I smell like piss and cum and..."
"Exactly. You smell like a dirty pussy fag whore. That's what you are. Now get the fuck out of here."
I was hurt but turned on. My cock got hard again, hearing what I truly was. I finished dressing.
"Goodnight dad."
I started to leave.
"Son?"
I stopped. Dad walked up to me slowly. He grabbed the back of my head hard. I was scared not sure what he was going to do. And then. He kissed me long and hard. I loved the feel of his tongue in my mouth. It was the most passionate kiss of my life. He broke away from the kiss.
"Get the hell out of here."
Then he winked at me.
"And get ready for football season."