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Subject: Jockboy Adventures – Rocky Chapter 7 Hey guys – back to Rocky and his Dad this time. Send me an email, let me know what you think – open to suggestions, too. And if you had life changing locker room experiences when you were in middle school (like I did), I wanna hear all about it. And remember – depends on donations, so if you like reading here, contribute if you can at fty/donate.html Rocky Chapter 7 – `Shots on Goal’ After our big day with Erik and Jay, I was flying high. It had all been awesome, and now I felt like Erik was my big bro, like we had a bond. I was thinking about it all day Sunday, but I didn’t have a chance to ask Dad about “Shots on Goal” until Monday. Mom was cooking dinner, and I had gone up to my room and finished my homework. As usual these days, once I got to my room I stripped down to my tighty whities. And I did a little homework, but then I got distracted thinking about everything that had happened with Jay and Zach and Erik. I moved over to my bed, laid down, and started low key stroking. Not really trying to cum, just enjoying making my teen cock feel great. I guess I kind of zoned out. All of a sudden Dad was home. He apparently had stripped down as well, because he popped through the doorway from the bathroom to my room in just his briefs and argyle socks. “Hey Sport!” he said, and then he noticed by state of dress and my hands on my crotch. “Oh sorry bud, you in the middle of something?” he asked with a knowing grin. “Hehe sorry Dad, not really. Just relaxing a bit,” I replied. “Want me to close the door here?” Dad asked. “Nah, it’s fine, how was work Dad?” “Oh, all right I guess,” Dad said as he dropped his briefs to his ankles and sat down on the toilet. “I never got to hear much about your day with Jay and Erik, though – how was that?” The way the bathroom was set up, I could see Dad’s face through the doorway in the vanity mirror as he was sitting on the can. I wasn’t sure how much of me he could see as I lay on the bed. “It was awesome Dad, those guys are so cool. They were a lot of fun. I hope I get to hang out with them more. Felt like having older brothers, kinda.” “Aw, that’s awesome sport. Yeah, they’re fun guys. And I know what you mean – I always appreciated having Uncle Rick growing up. Sorry you don’t have an older bro in real life.” “Ah, it’s ok Dad. I got you hehe.” “That’s right buddy. And I’m here for you, if you ever need advice or have questions or anything,” Dad said. “Well Dad, actually, there is one thing I wanted to ask you about,” I started cautiously. Dad looked at me with a happy excitement, though, so I continued. “They guys told me to ask you about a game called `Shots on Goal’…?” Dad was quiet for a second….uh-oh, should not have asked him that? Then he ripped a loud fart that echoed through the bathroom and made us both laugh. It cut the brief moment of tension, and he started stammering out a response. “Oh Jesus….hahaha…hm….how do I explain `Shots on Goal’….” Dad said. izmit sınırsız escort bayan “Well, back in our younger days, Paul and I were playing hockey together. And we used to have a lot of fun in the locker room – you’ve seen some of the shenanigans that go on, you know what I mean. Harmless, guys being guys kind of stuff. And there was a group of us who were all pretty tight, since we had played on the same teams all our lives. We didn’t have any secrets or shame haha.” I liked where this was heading, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my briefs-covered cock. Dad continued, “I mean we were together all the time, and we were real comfortable with each other. So eventually we just stopped pretending we all weren’t jacking off as much as possible. We were probably a year or two older than you and Zach, and I remember a bunch of us were in the showers after a game. We had won big, and everyone was feeling good. It was one of those times when everyone seemed to have at least a semi, if not a full boner. We were used to that – sometimes we’d tease each other a little, but we were all proud of our teenage cocks.” My cock was laying flat, pointed towards my right hip, and I was stroking it through my tighty whities. “So Paul just says, all of a sudden, `Seems like we all could use a chance to blow a load!’ Everybody got quiet for a second, and then he continued, `come on, are any of you gonna try and tell me you’re not gonna rub one out as soon as you get home?’ We all looked at each other and laughed – nope, that was exactly what we were all planning. I spoke up and said as much, and everyone agreed. `Well why should we get blue balls and wait until we’re home? Let’s just take care of business here in the showers.’ And Paul just started stroking his cock. One by one we all joined. It was awesome to see my buddies, my teammates working their meat. Definitely a new level of bonding.” As Dad was reminiscing, my cock was throbbing. I realized I hadn’t heard any plops lately – Dad was done, but still sitting there. I did hear a kind of rhythmic rustling, and I could see Dad looking down. Was he stroking his meat? “Paul was already a gorilla at 16, and was rubbing his free hand through his chest fur…another guy was pinching his nipple while he jerked off, and one guy’s cock was so big he needed both hands on it. Well, it didn’t take us long to all blow our loads. Fortunately the showers made for pretty easy clean up.” I carefully moved the waistband of my briefs under my nuts, and my cock sprung straight up into my hand. Dad had kind of stopped talking, but I never wanted this story to end. “But Dad, what does that have to do with `Shots on Goal’?” “Oh, right,” Dad said, making eye contact with me, and then looking a little lower. Could he see my teen boner in the mirror? I didn’t really care. Or maybe I did care…and I wanted him to. I definitely didn’t mind. “So that was kind of the last shred of self consciousness we had with each other. evinde görüşen escort We had already performed every other bodily function together, so once we jerked off together there was nothing else. Guys would sometimes just start rubbing one out in the lockers or showers if they needed to. And back then, we didn’t know better – we’d jerk off before games or between games in tournaments. So we came up with this game `Shots on Goal’ while we were stuck at the rink between games in a tournament.” I was fully masturbating now – stroking my cock from root to head. I was pretty sure Dad was too. I could see a shadow moving on the floor of the bathroom that I thought was his arm, stroking his own meat. My mouth was dry with excitement, but I managed to crock out, “So how did the game work, Dad?” “Well you and the guy you were facing off against would set your hockey gloves up on a bench. And then you’d stand a certain distance away, with the other guy’s gloves in front of you. And then you’d both start stroking,” Dad let out a little sigh, “and try to hit the other guy’s gloves with your load. And the rules were – unnnh – that you couldn’t wipe it off. You had to wear the gloves no matter how much jizz was on or in them.” I was breathing pretty heavy myself, but trying to hold it together. “Wow Dad, that sounds….really cool. Did you ever play? How did you do?” “Haha yeah buddy, I played quite a bit,” Dad said. “I don’t want to brag, but I was probably the best at it. You know these big balls of ours can really pump out the sperm, son. And I was an early bloomer like you, so I had plenty of practice jerking off. Plus Uncle Rick had shown me some tricks.” I could hear Dad’s breath getting heavy too. “So yeah. I remember one time, Paul and I was facing off against each other…unnnh….” – I groaned right after I heard Dad. I was getting REAL close – “and everyone was cheering us on. We’d set up the benches in the middle of the room, so it was basically the whole team in a circle around us. Most of them were buck naked and stroking their cocks too.” That mental image was too much for me. As I was about to come, I looked up from my rock hard cock and saw my Dad’s face in the mirror. He was staring right at me. He stopped talking and all you could hear was my bed squeaking, the toilet seat rattling, and our gasping breaths. I was about to shoot my load all over my chest, staring at my Dad the whole time. After I fired my first rope, I saw a big squirt of thick white jizz rocket up and hit my Dad in the cheek. We both continued blasting our loads all over ourselves. I could hear my Dad tearing toilet paper. He wiped his ass and flushed, leaving his jizz all over his face and neck for a second. He stood up and pulled up his briefs, but left the waistband under his nuts in the front, and walked over to the sink. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and walked over next to him. My briefs had already been in that same position. We paused kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan a second and looked at ourselves in the mirror above the sink. Side by side, dicks and balls hanging out, jizz covering our upper bodies. Looking at my Dad was like looking into my future – taller, bigger muscles, more chest hair, bigger dick. “Damn son,” Dad said. “Guess you really are a chip off the old block.” “Guess so Dad.” Now I was close enough to smell him too. His pits, his balls, his cum…all amazing scents. My cock was still throbbingly hard. Dad was starting to soften though, and his cock was basically hanging down into the sink. “Here sport, I’ll show you a trick – easiest way to clean up quick.” He pushed his hips forward a little and ran his cock right under the faucet. Got some soap on his hands, and cleaned his cock off good. He tucked his dick back into his briefs. I had to stand on my tip toes, but I did the same. “Attaboy,” Dad said as he gave my butt a gentle smack. His hand lingered and rested on my ass. I tried to get my dick back into my undies, but it ended up sticking up past the waistband cause it was still so hard. “Hmm…we need something to get all this brotein off our chests though – you got a jock or something to clean up with?” “Sure Dad hold on…” I ran and grabbed my jock real quick and handed it to Dad. “Damn son, looks like you’ve been putting quite a bit of brotein in here all on your own.” “Well yeah, or I eat it sometimes too,” I confessed. “Oh yeah?” Dad was about to wipe the jizz off his neck, but stopped and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah you said it tastes bad, but I don’t mind it, Dad.” “Well it can taste bitter, but it can be fun too,” Dad said as he wiped his cum off onto my jock. “Hope you don’t mind all this extra cum in here.” “I don’t mind at all Dad.” I couldn’t have been happier! “So wait – what happened with your game against Paul?” “Oh yeah! I never finished the story – guess we got a little distracted, eh?” We both laughed. “Paul shot a pretty nice load and hit one of my gloves. But then I had a huge cumshot and covered both of his big goalie gloves in my jizz. Everybody cheered, and a few other guys blew their loads too. It was pretty awesome. AND – Paul broke a record for the most saves that night. We all decided it was because my jizz gave his gloves the extra stickiness to catch the puck.” He was still smug and cocky about it all these years later. He handed me back the jock, now covered with his thick baby batter. “Well buddy, this was fun. And now you know about `Shots on Goal,’ haha. But we better get some clothes on and get downstairs for dinner.” “Okay Dad, I’ll be right behind you after I clean up,” I said. As soon as Dad walked out, I sucked some of his cum out of my jock. I wanted to eat all of it, but I also wanted to keep some in my jock to mix with mine and cradle my dick and balls in. So I turned back to the mirror to clean off my chest and stomach with it. And in the mirror I saw Dad’s head in the bedroom doorway still. He had stayed and seen me eat his cum! He just winked and walked away to his bedroom. I was more than ready to jerk off again, but mom yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready. My third load of the day would have to wait until later…and I wondered if Zach had asked his Dad about `Shots on Goal’ yet…

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