Penalty
As time went by my life seamed to be filled with deep massages and heavy work outs; but still no answers from my Dad as to why I hadn't been visited by any of the football team.
"They're just giving you space to recover! We'll have a major piss up when you get better!"
Or
"They were around you all the time when you were out in hospital!"
It was starting to piss me off; whether he was telling the truth and they were just giving me space or they were just been blokes and not showing any care or emotion but my heart told me that my Dad was telling a big fat lie.
I could see it in his eyes that something was bothering him, at first i thought it was because he was missing football as he would normally get down when the league had finished!
But i knew this was different.
It had gotten really heated in the bath on evening a few nights back;
Dad had left me in the enourmous tub he had bought for me to soak my muscles in after my heavy physiotherapy sessions. But i was starting to see the benefits. I had ditched the wheel chair and was able to move around on a pair of crutches and had started to move by supporting myself on furniture as well.
As i looked down at my abs that had reformed back into a six pac i felt relieved that things were getting back to normal. And as I moved my hand over my pecs, my balls began to tighten.
The door opened...
I jumped as Dad strolled into the bathroom.
"Now son, You don't mind if i join do you?"
And before i could answer he began to take off his shirt, I reluctantly moved up in the bath to make room for him.
It wasn't that i didn't want him in the bath but i was kind of enjoying my space. I had been surrounded by people for what seemed like for ever now. And time on my own in the bath had become precious. I had even taken to sleeping in Dad's bed, i was often restless with nightmares or hot sweats so he had insisted that i join him. I loved it; i often woke up in his big arms and felt really safe.
But as he slid down in the bath and i got to see his ripped body shine under the hot water my hostility soon went away.
"I've got to go to a meeting with the F.A. in a couple of weeks to sort out the new league," Dad said, soaping up his body. "i've given Andy a call and he said he's going to come around and..."
"Baby sit?" I snapped, annoyed that Dad thought i was still incapable of looking after myself.
"Oh come on!" Dad said, "You can just have him on call if you like. I just wanted to have some body about just in case."
"For god s..." I was about to protest again but stopped to think, I could find out some answers from Andy about why the footballers hadn't been about and what was going on with Den and Dave. "Yeah that's fine Dad!"
I gave a smile but i thought I'd give him one more chance to tell me the truth.
"Dad... Why havn't the lads been in touch?"
Dad looked at me and took a deep breath.
"I've told you son.."
"Yeah i know what you've told me but i know there is something more!"
"I can't be arsed with this shit!" Dad snapped and he got out of the bath. "Call me when you want to get out!" And he left the room!
Tonight was the night when Andy was coming around, I was excited to see him.
The day had been dull, Dad had left in the afternoon and I had been on my own all day. I was exhausted, I had forgotten how much Dad actually did for me.
I was half asleep on the sofa when the door went and I jumped as Andy entered the living room.
"Hey mate, I didn't mean to make you jump!" He said, smiling.
"No Andy, it's good to see you!" I went to stand up and Andy helped me pulling me into a hug.
"Yeah you to mate! You're looking well."
His grip was tight and he took his time to move his hands around my back.
"Now, ya Dad said something about massages!"
I smiled.
*
Before I knew it I was flat on my front on Dad's bed, naked, covered in oil, with Andy's large warm hands moving slowly over my lower back.
His hands moved on to my ass and i began to squirm into the mattress. He turned me over and I was hard.
I looked up at him and smiled. I could see the bulge in his jeans as well.
"Let's not waste any time!" I said, acting on the electricity I had felt on the first hug when he came over.
He poured some of the massage lotion onto my cock and began to work his two hands over my hard on. I reached up and began to undo his jeans. He took his underwear off along with them in one clean swoop and pulled his t-shirt off to stand naked next to the bed. I looked over his dark skin and hot nipples, his large pecs and deep six pac.
"You look hot mate!" i said, swinging myself so my head was just of the bed, with my mouth open ready for him to slide his dick between my lips and fuck away.
He soon got the message as his massive knob was hitting the back of my throat. He reached over me, sliding his finger tips over my abs and began to wank me off with his two hands.
He was moaning loudly as i played with his ass cheeks and began to finger his tight ass hole.
"Fuck! Your mouth is so warm!" HE called out, fucking my throat harder and he announced he was going to cum through loud groans and deep breathing.
We came together... hard. His heavy loud filled my throat and was soon sliding down. And mine fired right onto his face and shoulders.
He collapsed on the bed next to me.
After a while when my breath was back, I knew it was time to ask the question.
"Andy."
"Yes mate?" He said playing with some of the jizz that had sprayed on his chest.
"What's going on with Den and Dave?" I said.
"Your Dad said you'd ask about this!" After a long pause.
"And..."
"He doesn't want me to tell ya!"
I was getting pissed off by all this protection so i reached out and grabbed his cock, hard.
"TELL ME, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"
"Jesus! Get the fuck off!" Andy called out.
"JUST FUCKING TELL ME!" Tightening my grip.
"O right! O right! Dave's in prison. He's in prison!" He called out.
Dad walked into his bedroom.
"What the fucks going on?"
As time went by my life seamed to be filled with deep massages and heavy work outs; but still no answers from my Dad as to why I hadn't been visited by any of the football team.
"They're just giving you space to recover! We'll have a major piss up when you get better!"
Or
"They were around you all the time when you were out in hospital!"
It was starting to piss me off; whether he was telling the truth and they were just giving me space or they were just been blokes and not showing any care or emotion but my heart told me that my Dad was telling a big fat lie.
I could see it in his eyes that something was bothering him, at first i thought it was because he was missing football as he would normally get down when the league had finished!
But i knew this was different.
It had gotten really heated in the bath on evening a few nights back;
Dad had left me in the enourmous tub he had bought for me to soak my muscles in after my heavy physiotherapy sessions. But i was starting to see the benefits. I had ditched the wheel chair and was able to move around on a pair of crutches and had started to move by supporting myself on furniture as well.
As i looked down at my abs that had reformed back into a six pac i felt relieved that things were getting back to normal. And as I moved my hand over my pecs, my balls began to tighten.
The door opened...
I jumped as Dad strolled into the bathroom.
"Now son, You don't mind if i join do you?"
And before i could answer he began to take off his shirt, I reluctantly moved up in the bath to make room for him.
It wasn't that i didn't want him in the bath but i was kind of enjoying my space. I had been surrounded by people for what seemed like for ever now. And time on my own in the bath had become precious. I had even taken to sleeping in Dad's bed, i was often restless with nightmares or hot sweats so he had insisted that i join him. I loved it; i often woke up in his big arms and felt really safe.
But as he slid down in the bath and i got to see his ripped body shine under the hot water my hostility soon went away.
"I've got to go to a meeting with the F.A. in a couple of weeks to sort out the new league," Dad said, soaping up his body. "i've given Andy a call and he said he's going to come around and..."
"Baby sit?" I snapped, annoyed that Dad thought i was still incapable of looking after myself.
"Oh come on!" Dad said, "You can just have him on call if you like. I just wanted to have some body about just in case."
"For god s..." I was about to protest again but stopped to think, I could find out some answers from Andy about why the footballers hadn't been about and what was going on with Den and Dave. "Yeah that's fine Dad!"
I gave a smile but i thought I'd give him one more chance to tell me the truth.
"Dad... Why havn't the lads been in touch?"
Dad looked at me and took a deep breath.
"I've told you son.."
"Yeah i know what you've told me but i know there is something more!"
"I can't be arsed with this shit!" Dad snapped and he got out of the bath. "Call me when you want to get out!" And he left the room!
Tonight was the night when Andy was coming around, I was excited to see him.
The day had been dull, Dad had left in the afternoon and I had been on my own all day. I was exhausted, I had forgotten how much Dad actually did for me.
I was half asleep on the sofa when the door went and I jumped as Andy entered the living room.
"Hey mate, I didn't mean to make you jump!" He said, smiling.
"No Andy, it's good to see you!" I went to stand up and Andy helped me pulling me into a hug.
"Yeah you to mate! You're looking well."
His grip was tight and he took his time to move his hands around my back.
"Now, ya Dad said something about massages!"
I smiled.
*
Before I knew it I was flat on my front on Dad's bed, naked, covered in oil, with Andy's large warm hands moving slowly over my lower back.
His hands moved on to my ass and i began to squirm into the mattress. He turned me over and I was hard.
I looked up at him and smiled. I could see the bulge in his jeans as well.
"Let's not waste any time!" I said, acting on the electricity I had felt on the first hug when he came over.
He poured some of the massage lotion onto my cock and began to work his two hands over my hard on. I reached up and began to undo his jeans. He took his underwear off along with them in one clean swoop and pulled his t-shirt off to stand naked next to the bed. I looked over his dark skin and hot nipples, his large pecs and deep six pac.
"You look hot mate!" i said, swinging myself so my head was just of the bed, with my mouth open ready for him to slide his dick between my lips and fuck away.
He soon got the message as his massive knob was hitting the back of my throat. He reached over me, sliding his finger tips over my abs and began to wank me off with his two hands.
He was moaning loudly as i played with his ass cheeks and began to finger his tight ass hole.
"Fuck! Your mouth is so warm!" HE called out, fucking my throat harder and he announced he was going to cum through loud groans and deep breathing.
We came together... hard. His heavy loud filled my throat and was soon sliding down. And mine fired right onto his face and shoulders.
He collapsed on the bed next to me.
After a while when my breath was back, I knew it was time to ask the question.
"Andy."
"Yes mate?" He said playing with some of the jizz that had sprayed on his chest.
"What's going on with Den and Dave?" I said.
"Your Dad said you'd ask about this!" After a long pause.
"And..."
"He doesn't want me to tell ya!"
I was getting pissed off by all this protection so i reached out and grabbed his cock, hard.
"TELL ME, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"
"Jesus! Get the fuck off!" Andy called out.
"JUST FUCKING TELL ME!" Tightening my grip.
"O right! O right! Dave's in prison. He's in prison!" He called out.
Dad walked into his bedroom.
"What the fucks going on?"
