Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 23:40:23 EST From: Wolf904776@aol.com Subject: Coach Wilks and my Dad. Part 2. This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional and is based on a fantasy of mine. If you are less than 18 years old or sensitive to this kind material, then I would encourage you to seek out some "G" rated area where there is such type of material. What you are about to read is for adult entertainment only. Coach Wilks and my Dad. Part 2 >From _Wolf904776@aol.com_ (mailto:Wolf904776@aol.com) After what Coach Wilks and Brian had done, Brian was more quiet than usual. At one point, his mother and father were worry about him. While Brian was getting ready for bed, his father came into his room. He sat on the edge of the bed trying to find out what was going with him. Brian told him that he had a lot in his mind. How could Brian tell his father that Coach Wilks bread him; his friend, his college buddy. How could he tell him? While he sat there, John found himself caressing his son's chest. His finger played through his soft fur; from chest to stomach. He knew that Brian was enjoying this. At one point Brian was hoping that his father would get up and remove his short. Brian knew that he was getting hard and he wanted more. "I'll better go. If you should decide to talk more, you know I'm there for you Bud," his father said as he leans down to kiss his son. Instead of a kiss on the lips, John's mouth opens consuming all of Brian's lips. Brian open and gave his tongue to his father. For that brief moment, Brian sensed more of his father than he has all his life. "Dad, when?" Brian asked him. John knew what he meant. He did not bother to answer his son. He kissed Brian on the lips and the chest and left. The next morning it was hard for Brian to wake up. The way his father left him, all through the night he was dreaming about him. Brian was not aware that his mom was straightening out some of the rooms in the upstairs when Brian walked into the hallway to go the bathroom. "BRIAN!" his mother shouted out to him. "John, you better have a talk with your son; he's walking with an erection again," she told her husband in a loud voice. "Honey, he's sixteen years old. At that age all boys are horny until they mature," John tried to tell his wife. "Still talk to him," she insisted. As Brian walked into the bathroom to take a shower, his father came in; John saw that his son was still erected. "I wish I was your age again. To have those hormones raging on, at the same time have the feeling of being free from all constraints. I envy you at times," he told his son. John had put his arms around his son. On arm was wrap around the front of his son's chest hold to him by his shoulder. The other was caressing his son chest. "Listen, Bud. I need to go. I have an early meeting this morning. I have to send couple of guys out into the field and I want to make sure there is no loose ends in what they have to do or else I will regret it later on." He spun his son around, hugged him, and kissed him on his forehead. "Brian!" As John was leaving, he turns around to show his son's precum on his pants. "You should know you mother is angry with you," he told Brian wiping the precum off his pants with Brian's towel. "About what?" Brian asked. "Remember what I told you several months ago. Don't leave any of cum on the sheets. She saw what you did. Now she is waiting to have one of those long talks with you," his father told him. "Dad...! Can you tell her it's natural for us teenagers to be horny all the time," Brian try to tell his father. "I warn you. Now you have to pay the pipe-piper," John told him. "Dad...!" As Brian got into the shower, he began to imagine the conversation his mother would be having with him. He tried not to think about it. Instead, he closed his eyes and allowed the spray to hit his body. He found himself thinking about Coach Wilks and his father. How it felt to have Coach Wilks inside of him. Most of all those feelings, the sensation he experience, and the ecstasy he felt. Then there was his father, his dad. Every time he was with him, he wanted him so much. The love he had for father. Part of him wanted to run to Coach Wilks and throw himself at him and begged the Coach to breed him again and again. To feel him inside of him, to have everything melt away and the only thing that counts was being with coach. "Brian, breakfast is ready," his mother yells from downstairs. "I am drying off. I'll be down," Brian yell back to her. As Brian ran down the stairs, he skipped every third step. His mother looked at him. She hated every time her son ran down the stair like a bull. Everything in house shook. "Your breakfast is getting cold," his mother told him. "Sorry for being late," Brian apologized. As Brian ate, his mother looked at him the way his father looked at him when he is either sensing him or trying to find out something about him. Except, with his mother one of her eyebrow goes up. "What...?" Brian asks. "Nothing!" his mother replies." "You are not someone to hold back. I know you have something on your mind. I also know you are ready to give both barrel of the shotgun, so give it to me," Brian told her. She came over to where Brian was eating his breakfast, brushed the hair off his face with her fingers, and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm just worry about you, that's all. You are growing up too fast. You are becoming a man. At times I just wish I had that little boy back in my life," she told him. "Mom..." Brian did not know what to say. She could sense the son whom she gave birth to was becoming a man; a gay man. "Listen mom, I will always be that little boy. You will always have me. Now things are a little different from when I was born," Brian said. "That's what scares me," his mother told him. "Mom, I am not going to get sick. I am not going to die," Brian, told her. "Still, I worry about you. Your dad's friend died from AIDS. I don't want to loose my baby," she said this with tears on her eyes. She held her son in her arms for a while. "Mom, I need to finish my breakfast unless you want to smother me to death in your arms," Brian joked with her. As Brian hurried to school, he was hoping that none of the athletic staff was in. He knew that Coach Wilks came in early. He liked to have a cup of coffee and something to eat without being hurry. When Brian arrive at his school, he was lucky. None of the staff had gotten in. "Coach Wilks, may I talk to you?" Brian asked. "Sure Brian," Coach reply. Brian took a sit by his desk. "Now how can I help you?" Coach Wilks asked Brian. "Well Coach, are we alone. What I mean, are there any students or staff around?" Brian asked. "No, Brian," coach replied. "Well Coach, the reason I am here is to say, what we did in the shower, for a while I was flying high. I have never felt that way ever in my life. There were times that I wanted to come back to you and ask for more. Then there these feelings that I have as if I cheated on my father. You see Coach, when I came out to my parents, they took it hard. For a while, they were heart broken. Mom was depressed and felt guilty that she gave birth to a defective son. As for dad, he couldn't talk to me or even look at me. That lasted two years. Now dad and I talk, confide in each other. He is more than a father he is like a friend. I tell him everything that is going on in my life. What happen between you and me, I couldn't tell him. I know you and him are friends and college buddy, but still I think about you and how you made me felt. "Wow, I don't know what to say Brian," Coach reply. "I just want to tell you where I'm coming from. I don't want you to think that I have used you, or believe that what happen between you and I was wrong. To me what you gave me I will always hold dear," Brian told him. "Brian, what happen should never have happen. I am not sure why I did what I did. I don't regret it, but I know it cannot happen again. You need to experience things at your own pace. Imposing my will on you was wrong," he told Brian. "That is it, Coach. For a long time I wanted to have a man inside of me and to experience what is like to be fuck. For that I will always be grateful and thankful. I just don't want to damage my relationship with father. I like the way he is treating me. I like when we talk and confide in each other. I just don't want to loose that," Brian told him. "Listen Brian, I will always be here if you need to talk, vent, or get whatever you have in your chest, but I have to be careful. I like teaching, I like being a coach. So what happen between you and I, is between you and I. One day, who knows? I have always try to be open to all possibilities," Coach Wilks replied. "I'll better go and get ready for class. I have a test in the first period, " Brian told him. When Brian was about to leave, Coach hugged him. Brian saw that he was wearing a runner's pants made from material that is thin as paper. They hugged, and Brian grabbed Coaches ass. He looked at him and smile. As time pass by practice became more rigorous. Brian would come home sore from head to foot. There were times that his father and mother worried about him. At one point, his father though that Brian was trying to prove something to himself. What they did not realized, that Brian was not there to prove anything; this kind of activity gave Brian more definition to his body. There were times that some of the member of his team would look at him and stare. There were times that Coach Wilks would call him into his office; Brian would walk in totally naked. Coach would smile, raised one eyebrow, and shake his head. Brian in turn would say, "I just want to keep in practice." As the team came together, they had their first game. They lost; 6 to 11. Coach told them that this game showed them what they had to work on in order to improve. One day after a game, Brian came home to find out that his Aunt Pat who lived in Minnesota was about to have an operation. His parents told him that she was diagnose with fibroid and needed the operation. "Your mother will be going to Minnesota and stay with her until she gets back on her feet," his father told him. That night Brian's father bought his wife a ticket to Minnesota, made sure a private car was waiting for her at the airport when she arrive, and transfer certain funds so she could have just in case. The next day, Brian and his father, took his mother to the airport. On the way back, John saw how upset Brian was. "What's wrong?" John asked. "I'm just thinking she shouldn't be alone. One of us should be with her. What if something happen?" Brian asked. "Don't think that way. Your aunt will have her gynecological procedure. They will remove all the fibroids and her uterus. When this is done, her bleeding will stop," John told him. As they drove home, John could see that Brian was still upset. He asked his son, "Instead of going back home and make something for dinner, why don't we go out. It's you pick; Italian, Japanese, Chinese, seafood, steaks. It's your choice," he told him. That week both men share in the chores around the house. Mom had called every day to see what is going on and make sure they were not starving. Brian thought she over worried. By Friday of that week, both of them could not wait and relax. Coach Wilks had not scheduled a practice for the team. So John and his son were free to do anything. The only exception Brian's father had he wanted to make sure the house was clean and straighten-out. He was not about to leave anything to the last minute. That night they order two large pizzas with extra cheese. When they went to pick it up, they also picked two six pack of beer. When they got home, they chow down almost both pizzas and one of the six-packs. They cleaned up, put the rest in the fridge, and sat down to watch some television. "I feel like I'm pregnant" Brian's father said. He unbuttoned his pants and pull down his zipper. Usually John doesn't act like this. He sat next to Brian. "What do you want to watch?" Brian's father asked. "Right now I'm just too punk will all the pizza and beer. I just want to sleep it off," Brian told him. As Brian fell asleep, he scooped over to his father. He had laid his head on his shoulder. When he was awaken, his father was repositioning himself in the sofa. He saw that his father was sporting a hard-on. Brian got up closed the drapes in the family room. He also decided to go upstairs and get some of his lubricant that was in his closet. When he came down, he turned down the television. When he sat back down on the sofa, he saw how sexier his father has become. He had this Redford and lumberjack look about him. He also had these stubbles on his face that if one could use them they could scrub a pot. Brian sat next to him. He laid one of his hand on his father's bulge. He trace it, rub it, play with it. He noticed that his father stirred and low moans came from his lips. He knew that his father was enjoying it. Brian had gotten the courage to unbutton his father shirt. For him this was bold move. What he discovered his father did not wore a tee shirt. So he open wide his shirt exposing each of his nipples. He lean forward and began to explore one of them. At first, with his face then with his tongue. He explores the texture of his hair, his scent, how each muscle felt. He place his lips on one nipple and began to suck. When John woke, he realized what his son was doing. He place his hand on his head and caressed him. His finger ran through his son's hair. When his son stopped, they both looked at each other. John got up and took his shirt, pants, and socks off. He was only wearing his boxer shorts. He moved aside the coffee table. He then went to a chest that was on a corner, and got out a large blanket. He laid it out on the floor. He threw all the pillows that were on the sofa and chairs. When he finished, he took his son by the hand and helped him up. He removed his son's shirt, pants, and socks off. He left him only wearing a white tee shirt and his briefs. He put one arm around his son's and brought him closer. Brian could feel his father's body heat and his cock. It was becoming larger, heavier with every action his father took. John cupped his son's face with one hand. He lean forward and kissed him. This was not a kiss that said I want your body, but a kiss of tenderness, of love. Their tongue dance in each other. Brian could feel his father's tongue going deeper and deeper almost as if he was trying to touch his tonsils. Large amount of saliva was exchange between them. When they broke they looked at each other. Not one word was said. John traced every line, every contour that was in his son's face. He took his hand and cup the back of his son's head. He brought his son even closer. They both felt the clashing of each penis, the grinding that occurred between. John began o explore his sons face with his tongue. Kissing him, bathing his face with saliva, tasting him. He found that tender spot that is just under the earlobe and in the neck. He was aware, that his son was experiencing pure pleasure. Brian on the other hand, was moaning, enjoying how he felt. He had long for this day. Now it was overwhelming. He could only feel total pleasure. His brain was being flooded with so much that he could not distinguish between yes or no; right or wrong. Every time his father found that tender spot, moans pour out of his lips. John stopped for a minute. When Brian realized that he had stopped, John saw that look. A look that one only cares about the pleasure, the ecstasy one is receiving. He could see how fast his son's was breathing, and how much sweat he was pouring. John began to take off Brian's tee shirt and his short as well. He then removes his own. In one scoop, he picked his son in his arm and carried him to where the pillows laid. He knelt and laid him on top of the blanket. He spread his son's legs and lay on top of him. Brian was about to say something, but his father put two fingers on his lips. Once he had positioned himself, John wrapped his arm around his son's head. For a long while, they kiss. Their tongues darted in and out, exploring each other's mouth. Then Brian's father began to travel down his chest. He used his chin with all the stubbles to caress his son's neck. Moans spill out of Brian's lips. To John it told him how receptive he was and how pleasurable he was feeling. When he came Brian's nipple, he began to caress them, not only with his tongue, but with his chin as well. Brian's body quivered as if everything in him was charge. His cock that rested between his father and him began to pulsate, grow thicker. Large amount of precum pour out of him. John knew that Brian was at that point where his son was in total ecstasy. Everything in his son could only feel pleasure. His brain was flooded with sensations; electrical impulses from what his father was doing. As his father travel down from his chest to stomach, his could feel his son' s cock at this throat. Large amount of precum pooled in his son's abs making the area slippery. John took great delight in sucking all of his son's precum. Teasing him as he flicked the tip of his tongue at the hole of Brian's cock. When he did this, surge after surge of electricity made it way into his brain. By now, Brian could not think. His only mental process was how his father made him feel. Every part of his body exploded, sending waves after waves of new feelings. Brian could not take it any longer. Every time Brian push his father to his cock, John pushed his arms away. John knew that his son had cross that point of no return. His mind was close. There was no more right from wrong, up or down. He was feeling an ecstasy that is primal. He knew every cell in his son's body was flooding this brains with waves of new feelings he had never experienced. As John flicker his tongue at this son's cock, he began licked Brian's shaft. Feeling it's texture, the way it pulse every time it was stimulated. With every pulse another surge of precum was release. His son's cock was thick and heavy. He took hold of Brian's cock and began to masturbate him. He then took his son's ball forcing them one by one into his mouth. There he bathe them in his saliva. By now, Brian was struggling. His moaning became a crescendo of moan that echoed in the house. His brain could not processes all what he was going on. John was also was aware of his son's breathing. He was at a point that soon Brian would release of his sperm, his cum to him. He did not want this. He wanted to have Brian's seed in his throat, deep in his throat. As he release of his son's balls, he travel back to his Brian's lips. On his way up he kiss him, pull on his hairs, and bathe him with his tongue. Once he was at his lips, he wrapped his arms around his head and began to kiss him. He laid on top of his son's body. As he began his travels back to his son's penis, he could feel his son's skin under all of his fur. He was sweating uncontrollably. He could also smell a-musk-like-order of sex coming from him. He took Brian's cock and began to play with it. He saw that Brian was still pouring large amount of precum from its hole. When he decide to take his son's cock in his mouth, it reminded him of a long time ago. A moment in his life when his life was simpler less complicated. His life was focus on his studies, and those he share his life with. Especially one guy. Now he was making love to his own son. He saw what was in his hand; the size of it. It had resembled his own penis, long, thick, and hard. Yet his son was not as big as his own was. He took Brian's cock and began to take it in his throat. At first he gag, but after a while he got used to it. His tongue began to play, sucking on the back of the shaft. By now, Brian was moaning uncontrollably. He had reached a point that his moaning became almost a scream. John did not have to go up or down, his own throat suck on his son's cock. Brian felt waves and waves of pleasure. Deep in himself, he could feel pressure mounting. John could feel his son becoming more aggressive with him. Brian had wrapped his legs around his father and grabbed him by the hair. Out of nowhere, Brian took hold, and forced his father's head down against his crotch. Then let out a large yell. "AGH..........." He tried to sit up but the best he could do was to lift his back off the blanket. Ropes, after ropes of cum pour out from him. He felt this searing pain pushing through. At first, it was like his whole body had over-loaded. His breathing stop for couple of seconds, he became stiff. Then the force of each rope that was ejaculated into his father's throat felt hot and painful. John on the other hand, grabbed his son by the waist and held on. He could feel ropes being pour out to the back of this throat. He began to swallow all that his son was giving to him. He knew there would be no more cum after his son had finished ejaculating. He took some of his son's cock out of his throat, only kept the head in his mouth. As so as his son ejaculated the last of his cum, John caught it in his mouth. Brian just fell back down on the blanket. He let go the hold he had on his father. He was struggling with his breathing; trying to catch some breaths back into his body. There was no energy that he could tap to revive himself. His own body was like dead weight. As he father let go of his son, he made his way to his son's lips. There he force him to open his mouth. Told his son to swallow. At first he did not know what his father was giving him, he then realize it was his own cum. He took it greedily. When he had swallowed all he was given, he tried to hug his father, but his arms were too heavy to lift. He could only muster just a few words: "I love you dad." With that, they lay there for a while. Part 3 will come soon.