He insisted I never shower after a game and wear
my jock/cup and pants home. Later that night he would
come into my room, strip off his boxers and I would hand him
my pants and keep on my strap and cup. He would smell
the crotch for awhile and then step into the pants and
pull them up nice and snug and began rubbing himself
until he had a full raging hardon.
" Okay son " was his only words spoken. I slipped out of
my jock and strap and he would look down at me, rubbing
his large cock with one hand and hold my jock and cup up
to his mouth and face. He would lick the inside of the cup
and take deep breathes all the times his eyes piercing down
at me.
The nod of his head was my signal to begin jerking off
and in a short time I would shoot my load all over my belly while
daddy was rubbing his cock beneath my pants and his breathing
becoming heavier and with a moan he just froze and I could see
his spooge making its way through my pants.
Once he got his composure he tugged off the pants leaving them
on the floor where he stood and dropped the jockstrap on top of
the pants. He milked the last drops and flipped the cum on the stack
with his long flaccid cock. Finished, he turned, stepped back in his boxers
and left the room.
