New Jock Tales—CHptr 7–Baseball, Apple Pie, Chevrolet, and ———-DAD

New Jock Tales—Chptr 7

Baseball, Apple pie, Chevrolet and—————Dad



As I approached the field house to clean up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open doorway to the shower room, I almost bumped into him—DAD. “Dad—-what are you doing here?” “What—can’t come see my b o y play ball?” “Ya, I guess—you been here the whole game?” “Naaa—just rolled in this minute—the rig is right over there—need a lift home?” Ricky looks over at me and quanders “What about the pizza Matt?” “Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guys. I don’t get to see my dad cept a couple of times a month—gotta jet”

“OK” As I slowly follow my dad across the park, to his rig parked on the side street, I was already nervous about the evening Im sure I was about to have. I felt like shit for blowing off Ricky, and saying nothing to the guys on the team. Arriving back at the house, mom of course was already at work. I took off my cleats on entering the front doorway, then shucked off my jersey. I was still pretty pumped up from the game, and the epic beat down I layed on Cole Parker. Dad looked at me for a moment and simply stated “nice fuckin abs, son—got ur lil happy trail goin on” I just looked and sneered at him, “Ya, thanx—I guess you wanna beer?” “Sure son, that would be great. I gotta take a piss—I’ll meet you down in your room.”

I grabbed two beers from the fridge as dad headed for the bathroom, and proceeded down the stairs to my basement room. Dad showed in just a minute, as I sat and pulled of my socks. “Might as well loose those baseball pants too, son—wouldn’t wanna get anything on them that wouldn’t wash out.” I just sneered again at him, and shucked my uniform pants, leaving now only my jock underneath. I reached inside it and pulled the cup out, and just tossed it on the dresser. “Damm, son, your fillin out nice ! Got some hair on ur ass, I see” “Ya, I figured u like that” I threw the bottle of beer at him, now reclined on my bed. As I popped the cap on my own, dad remarked “Oh—so the b o y is all grown up and drinkin too, huh?” “Im 15 now dad” “Oh ya—your a man, for sure” It wasnt that I hated so much what was about to happen between me and my dad—I just hated that condesending ass-holeness that came out of his already stinkin mouth.