I attended a HS Varsity basketball game with my husbear last week. My second adopted son, Packer, is a cheerleader and we are very supportive of his choice. As the game got underway, I was overwhelemd by the alpha, testosterone-laden atmosphere. I popped a rare spontaneous hardon and my puny cockle shifted in my Spanx. Shortly after the start of the third quarter I couldn't take it no more. I went down to the changing rooms, which were by then deserted. I immediately fished for used jocks, boxers and sox. I worshiped the rank, hormonal, teenage smells and the ripe vinegary foot odor. My mancunt was hopelessly wet. I was leaking ass mucus. I snarfed skid-marked boxers and used jocks and started jerking off. I badly wanted to check if one of these hot, masc, alpha, str8 jocks had left a log in the bowl. I wanted jock log so fucking bad. But I knew I couldn't stay long. So i pocketed a couple of used jocks and retreated upstairs. Man smells arouse me to no end. I grew up on a farm, so I am used to strong, animal, alpha smells.
My daddy was a violent, abusive drunk, but he was hyper-masc, and I always fantasized about consensual sex with him (I fantasized about most of my male relatives, but then again so do most gay men I know). He didn't think nothign about consent, though. He was a brutal homophobe: 6'4", 280 lbs, and built like a shit brickhouse on steroids. My brother and me was once in the attic sniffing a jock's jockstrap I'd stolen from the changing rooms at school. It was used and smelled heavenly: like piss, smegma, and a whiff of ass funk. We both hungered to taste rich white cock cheese. Our tiny inferior cocklets stood to attention and started jerking each other off. All of a sudden we heard a furious pounding on the attic door. We'd bolted it shut, but the pounding intensified. It was Daddy! He was absolutely hoppin mad! He pounded on the door so hard the house shook! He was shrieking vile homophobic and misogynistic slurs at the top of his lungs. My brother and we was cowering in the corner when the door finally gave way and shot off it's hinges. My daddy was erect in his filthy Levi's. He smelled of sweat, piss, and man! He started shrieking homophobic abuse and then turned his belt on us. We both got belted within an inch of our lives. He then mounted me, lubed his tiantic erectia with gun oil, and fucked my ass.
He roared, "I's gonna make ye pregnant, faggot!"
My brother, who was like me chubby, weak, unathletic, and fem, cowered shrieking in a corner. He sharted in terror when my daddy done pulled out his Colt .38. My daddy shoved the gun barrel in my mouth and said, "You behaves like a queer boy, I's gonna treat you like a queer." I immediately lost control of my bowels in the terror. I shat all over my daddy's dick! I moaned homosexually when I felt his huge, sweaty, musky, fertile balls slap up against my inferior ovaries!
My daddy was livid! He truly lost it! He beat me with the butt of his gun until I was unconscious. In my extreme shame, I actually came while he was beating me, and I woke up with my Ma tending to me with my chubby, flabby belly covered in congealed sperm! My daddy had ordered her not to clean me up so my shame would be exposed to the whole world!