This story in no way suggests that the real characters are homosexual. This story is completely fiction and should only be read if you are of age.
Roger Clemens was ecstatic! Not only had the Astros drafted his son Koby, but they signed him as well. Koby was being converted into a catcher in hopes that he would be able to catch for his father, before he retired. Roger wasn't the only one pleased with the what had happened, Koby was bouncing off the walls, because now he didn't have to go to college, it was straight to the big leagues for him. There was a large congratulations party at the Clemens house later in the week.
The day after the party, Roger took his son aside to tell him how proud he was of him. He then began to explain to him all the ins and outs of the league, that is until he got to the most important part.
"Son, you how long the road trips can be. Well on the long ones guys get kinda worked up, you know being away from home for so long. So the have to turn to each other for comfort." Explained Roger
"What do you mean worked up?" replied Koby with a nervous look on his face.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is we get fuckin horny and we fuck each other!" Roger blurted out.
"LIKE FAGS!?" yelped Koby.
"Like fuckin fags. I figured that I could help you out... you know get you ready for everyone else. Cause who knows what they'll do to you in the initiation." Said Roger.
"But dad, I'm not a fag. I'm not gonna fuck some guy or let him touch me-"
"But you don't understand that they will. I'm willing to help you through this, I'm here for you." Interrupted Roger.
"You swear that this is going to happen one way or the other? You're not just fucking with me cause you can. And just so you know I'm not a fag." Asked Koby.
"Son, I wouldn't lie to you, and I'm no fag either. I'll start out on you just so you get comfortable and used to everything."
With that Roger reached for Koby's belt buckle and unclasped it. Next he popped the button free and lowered the zipper. Koby's jeans were now at his ankles, and he only had on his Houston Astros t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Roger reached in and tugged the boxers down to his knees to join his jeans. Koby's cock was about 3 inches of soft cut meat. Roger looked his son straight in his eyes, as if telling him that he's about to begin.
Koby was extremely uncomfortable. Not only was his totally nude in front of his father, but his father was the one that disrobed him. And to make matters worse, his dad was about to suck his dick and that was only the beginning. Slowly Koby's father, Roger leaned in, his hot breath felt amazing on his son's crotch. Roger's mouth closed around the head of his son's cock, and it sent a shiver up Koby's back. Roger then swallowed the rest of his son's soft member.
Koby's cock began to swell inside his dad's mouth, as his father began to suck harder and harder.
"Uhhhhhhh fuck dad." Moaned Koby out of pleasure and the overwhelming feeling that is was wrong.
"Harder. Suck it harder." Koby grunted, as his father complied.
Roger spat out his son's dick. It was now at least half hard, and would have probably been around 6 inches long. Koby knew that this wasn't his dad's first time with another man, not by a long shot. Roger was too good at this for it to have been close to his first time with another guy. As Koby stood there, pants at his ankles and his father catching his breath between his legs, his semi hard cock glistening with his father's spit, he wondered how many other guys have done this with his dad. The thought that this was totally morally wrong had seemed to escape his mind. All he could think about was getting off... anyway that he could.
"Take it dad!" yelled Koby as he shoved his half hard dick into his dad's mouth, as he opened it to say something.
Roger was surprised at the sudden change in his son's feelings about screwing around with other men. At least now his son had an open mind. Koby pushed his cock all the way down his father's throat until, his dad's lips were at the base, rubbing against his pubes. He grabbed the back of his dad's head and began to face fuck him vigorously. Being the expert cocksucker that he was, Roger hummed for a few minutes to send dizzying sensations through his son's body.
Koby was beginning to lose focus. His mind was going blurry and he couldn't think straight. He just kept on pounding harder and harder, shoving all 8 inches of his baby maker down his fathers throat over and over. But soon he felt his knees weaken and began to lose his balance, swaying dangerously from side to side. This was it, he was about to burst.
Letting out a scream of complete ecstasy, Koby's knees buckled under his weight and he fell backwards on to the leather couch he and he father had been sitting on talking innocently only 5 minutes before. As he fell, his cock popped out of Roger's mouth and slapped him in the face, all the while spewing cum everywhere. Two shots hit Roger in the face, three more landed on the wall behind the couch, and a few hit Koby in the face and chest, staining his Astros t-shirt.
Koby lay on the couch sweating for a long time, catching his breath from the most intense orgasm of his eighteen years. Roger sat next to his son, rubbing his inner thighs, helping his son down gracefully from his orgasmic high. When Koby's eyes came back into focus, he saw his father smiling gently at him.
"It's my turn son, I scratch your back, you scratch mine." Purred Roger.
"You mean I have to blow you now?" replied Koby, getting slightly worked up about this whole situation now that he'd released.
"I didn't fuckin suck you for no reason! That's how it works! Now get to fuckin work." Demanded Roger.
Without further ado, Koby leaned over to where his father was sitting and pulled down his gym shorts. Roger lifted his ass up to help his son out. With his gym shorts off, the only thing left on Roger was a Texas Longhorns t-shirt, and a white jockstrap.
"Actually lets start with you eating me out." Suggested Roger. As he flipped over and laid on his stomach on the couch as Koby got up.
"That's fuckin disgusting. I'm not doing that shit!" complained Koby.
"DO IT NOW!" commanded Roger.
Koby reluctantly obeyed his father's orders. He bent down and pulled apart his Roger's muscle cheeks. Then he stuck out his tongue and pushed through his dad's sphincter.
"Ohhh fuck yes! Burry your tongue in there!" moaned Roger.
Koby pushed deeper and deeper into his father's ass with his tongue. Quickly Koby became lost in his father's ass, the scent and taste of it aroused him. Within minutes Koby was sporting another rock hard erection that poked Roger in the leg.
"I see your enjoying this. I'm glad because your gonna get a lot more of it once you make it to my team." Breathed Roger.
Koby shoved his tongue in harder and deeper this time, extracting a moan from his father. All the while he was tossing his dad's salad; Koby was kneading his big meaty ass cheeks with his hands, the white jockstrap framing his ass perfectly. The thought that this was an activity that "only a fag" would enjoy had escaped Koby's mind. He was now single-mindedly in search of pleasure.
"Ok, son, now its time for you to have the real thing." Roger said breathlessly.
With that Roger rolled over. His once white jockstrap was stained with precum, and stretched nearly to the breaking point. Roger was still lying on the couch, but now on his back and Koby was kneeling between his legs. Roger slowly pushed his stained jock down to his knees, freeing his 9 inch throbbing member. It was only a half to nearly an inch longer than Koby's but it was nearly twice as thick. A single drop of precum oozed out of the head and slowly made its way down the shaft.
Roger's t-shirt still obscured most of his upper body, but there was an acceptable amount of lower belly hair, that ran into the darker and denser pubes. His plump balls hung low from the rest of his body and were also covered in hair. A smile came across Roger's unshaven face, with a darker outline around his chin and mouth; obviously he was starting to grow a goatee. Roger could tell that Koby's mouth had filled with saliva the minute he saw his old man's cock.
"Dig in. I know you want it."
Koby pounced on the cock in front of him. At first just taking the head and playing with it with his tongue. But soon he shoved as much of it as he could down his throat, showing his inexperience at cocksucking by gagging more than once. These minor setbacks didn't hamper Koby's drive. He took as much as he could at once without gagging and sucked his heart out. Trying desperately to remember what his dad had done to him while he was receiving a blowjob, Koby started to hum lightly. This sent Roger undulating.
"Fuckin shit man! Your better than your mother at this!" yelled Roger.
This just made Koby work harder. The salty taste of his father's pre ejaculate surfaced in mouth every once and awhile. Roger didn't force any of his cock down Koby's throat; he just let Koby do all the work. Roger went from having his hands behind his head to clutching the cushions on the couch bracing himself for the orgasm he was fast approaching.
"I'm fuckin gonna blow!"
Roger pulled his dick out of his son's mouth and exploded. The first two shots went nearly to the ceiling before landing on the back of Koby's neck. The next two hit Koby in the face, followed by at least four that hit Roger in the face. With the last four shots badly staining Rogers' orange Texas Longhorns t-shirt. Roger panted for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath.
"Dad that was the best I've ever had!" complimented Koby, "So what's next... your no gonna... you know put it in me?"
"You're my son, I can't bring myself to fuck you, at least not yet. So I've arranged for some of my friends to come over tomorrow night and help me with that one."
"You have fuck buddies!?"
"There's a lot about me you don't know"