Father & Son's Jock Sweat

I was home from work at the normal time, around 5:30.  My 18 year old son and I were scheduled to hit the gym for some tension release. At least that is what I called it.  He wants to gain some mass on his shoulders and arms.  I just wanted to maintain my definition and work off some of the beer I'd consumed during last Friday night's poker game.

As I walked down the hall to my room to change, I passed the closed door of my other son.  He's 17 and more of a bookworm than his older brother.  Not that he's not involved in sports.  Just not interested in lettering in every sport the school offers.

I'm damned proud of my boys and their accomplishments.  Tony is my oldest and about to graduate high school.  He's already got an athletic scholarship to a major state university.  Jake is his little brother and he's got his plans too.  He says he's going to win a big academic scholarship and go out of state.  As I said, I'm a proud father.  I'm sure their mother is proud too.

Anyway, 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.  It's not an unfamilar scent.  Kind of like the smell in a lockerroom.  Musky, sweaty, a bit stale.  I shake my head to clear it and step on down to get my clothes changed.  I'm thinking Jake better clean his room before his mom gets a smell.  Probably some dirty old jocks laying around.  I grin to myself.  Jake and Tony are chips off the old block.  I think nothing of leaving my old dirty jock on the floor in my wife's and my room. Hell, I'd leave it there till the next time Tony and I would work out. But no, Janet can't seem to let it lay.  It seems she's always ragging on me for something.  Sometimes I think back to my bachelor days with longing, but I always come back to the present with my pride in my boys.

As I'm stripping down and trying to find my jock and some socks, I hear someone yelling my name.  My door opens and Jake barrels in, not thinking of anything but what's on his mind.  He pulls up short when he sees me naked.  Not that that is shameful or shocking or the first time for that matter.  He just wasn't thinking about it.  I see his eyes dart down and look at my cock and quickly meets my eyes with a grin.

"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 might need to borrow one of yours, Jake."  "That's cool, Dad. I'll get one."

He's back in a moment and I feel it slap me on my hairy ass.  I straighten up as he slaps me again.  We play grab ass all the time. Do some wrestling and stuff.  "I got you one of my old dirty ones.  I don't want that nasty hairy ass of yours in my nice clean jock!"

"My dirty, hairy man ass?  Boy?"  He throws it in my face and I get a full face of dirty jock strap smell.  Shit, a wave of dizziness almost knocks me down.  I weave back and forth, inhaling that boy's ball stink. I feel a tingle in my groin and then I sit heavily on the bed.  That damn jock still draped over my head.  I want to get it off my nose, get some fresh air in my lungs, but I just keep snorting that dirty pouch.

I hear Jake's voice in the distance, calling me, asking what's wrong. I can't answer.  Then I feel my cock swing up and slap my hairy gut. I'm totally boned!  I open my eyes and see an evil grin pasted on Jake's face.  What the fuck is going on?  My son steps forward and grips my now dripping boner.  We've never gone this far in our horse play.  I hear his voice again.  "Damn, Dad!  Nice cock.  You like the smell of my dirty ole jock, don't you?  I was hoping I could try that special jock on you today.  Good thing I told Tony that you'd be late and couldn't make it to the gym."

I hear his voice, but his hand jacking my aching cock is all that I can think about.  I feel his hand drop to my balls and start to pull.  I can't help but follow.  He walks me down the hall to his room and pushes me onto his bed.  Jake continues to jack my hard cock and that damn jock is still on my face.

I see my son start stripping out of his clothes.  When he's down to his jockstrap, he climbs on top of me and pushes his packed pouch into my face.  "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.  I smell his scent and it makes my hard dripping cock even harder.  My son pulls his balls out and rubs my face in them. He must like my scratchy face cause he sighs and then rubs harder.

"Why don't you suck on 'em now?  Get my teen jock nuts wet with your spit.  Warm my nuts, get my cum churning.  I bet you want to suck my cock too!  Is that it Dad?  Suck your own son's cock?"

I try to speak, but when I open my mouth he jams his hairy nuts inside. I can't help but accept them, well, one at a time at least.  They were quite big.  My mouth filled up with spit as I started to lick and suck on them.  I don't know what was making me submit sexually to my son, but I didn't give it a second thought.

"Yeah, Dad, lick those nuts!  You're about to get your first taste of cock.  Well, maybe this is why you always talk so fondly of college and hanging out with your buddies.  Were you the jock dorm cocksucker? Always ready to give your buddies a blowjob?"

I was finally able to buck up in protest.  It wasn't much, I was pretty much out of, as far as getting up and punching him in the face, but it was a small protest.  Jake just grinned and pulled his dick out and smacked me in the face with it.

"Don't want to try licking a sweet jock dick, Dad?  Come on try it just once, you might like it.  It'll be kind of like you telling me to eat my brocolli.  Just try it with this cheese.  Oh, look here, Dad!  I've got cock cheese inside my foreskin.  Stick your tongue out and I'll wrap the skin around it and give you a good taste.  I'll bet you'll want another lick.  Hell, I bet you'll want to suck the cum out of my balls with a good taste."

I was just lying there, powerless beneath his weight as he sat on my chest.  I tried to speak again, but Jake just shoved the uncut head of his cock inside my mouth.  Damn!  He was right.  That cock cheese did taste good.  One lick wasn't enough.  As I licked and then started to suck, I heard a yell from Jake.  I glanced up past the big cock spearing my lips.  He was grinning that evil grin again.  Hell, the kid was laughing and then flexing his chest and arms.  He had labeled me a cocksucker and then proved it correct.  I surrendered as he rammed that big cockhead down my throat.  Now it was his thick bush that my noise was buried in and more of that dizzying scent flooded my brain.

"Just one more thing you're gonna do for me, Dad.  One more thing that you never thought of before now, but something I'm going to require a lot.  I want you to lick my ass!  Yeah, Dad!  I want you to lick and kiss my hairy, sweaty jock hole.  Not just lick on the outside, but stick that dad tongue deep inside my hole."

I heard the words but didn't really comprehend what he was saying.  He took that big dick from my lips and I actually tried to follow it with my tongue.  I heard that laugh again and then he lifted up and all I saw was his bubble butt slamming down on my face.  He rubbed my face in his crack.  My nose got a whiff of his sweaty asshole and then I heard him tell me to lick and eat his horny ass.  And I'm embarrassed to admit it, but that's exactly what I did.  As before when I sucked his balls and then his cock, I ate that teen jock butt like my survival depended on it.  I felt him laugh in trimph again.  He seemed to like degrading me, making me submit with these vile sexual demands of his. And I have to admit it myself, I was turned on like never before.  My cock had never been so big and thick.  I had never leaked so much precum either.  I was turned on beyond belief.  In fact I shot my cum load all over my chest, stomach and even on Jake's broad back.  As I shot the biggest load of my 37 years, I rimmed Jake's asshole like I'd been doing it all my life.  He must have approved cause it didn't take long and he shifted back and stuffed his rockhard dick in my mouth and started to cum.  My mouth was quickly flooded with his jock cum.  I had to swallow or drown.

Jake's cum was a sticky messy goo.  I ate as much as I could, but there was too much.  And Jake didn't help either.  He pulled out and squirted the last spurts on my face.  At last it was over.  I was a mess. A sticky, sweaty, cummy mess.  My mind was all a blur.  All I could think about was showering this shit off of my body and try to forget it.  But just then I blurped and tasted the cum all over again.

I heard that laugh again.  It was quite evil.  I had never heard my son say one mean thing to me, his mom, or even his brother.  But here he was strutting around the room, raising his arms in the air, congratulating himself on his victory over me.  I struggled to sit up and when I almost made it, Jake pushed me back onto the bed.  He lay full length on top of me, looking into my eyes.  He grinned and then licked the cum from my face. And then kissed me, digging his tongue in deep.  I guess I shouldn't have been shocked, especially with everything else he made me do, but I was.  And here again, I couldn't help but respond.  It seemed that we kissed for hours.  I couldn't get enough of him, his tongue, lips, especially that hot sweaty scent.  I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him tight against my hairy chest.

Jake turned us on our sides and then asked in a quiet voice.  "So Dad?  Did you enjoy your first gay experience?"