Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 02:48:31 EST From: Wolf904776@aol.com Subject: Coach Wilks and my Dad. Part 4 This is a fictional story. All the characters are fictional and are base 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 4 As Brian regain some control of himself, he found his father had almost passed out, his head was resting against the wall. His eyes were close, and his breathing was still labor. His arms hung limp as if they were limbs of flesh with no movement. "Dad... Dad..." he tried to arouse him. "Hay, Bud," his father reply in a low tone. "Are you ok?" Brian asked. "As you see, I am feeling somewhat `punk.' I'm not a young man as I was once," John told his son. Brian realized that his father must have cum as he had done earlier. For John being with his son was more powerful than he expected. On top of that, the shower also contributed to his climax. Brian could feel that a good portion of his father's cock was still in him John looked into his son's eyes in a soft way. Part of him felt satisfy that he had given his son his own seed; the seed that formed him in his mother's womb. Another part of him was looking at Brian in a tenderly way. The way his son tried to determine whether his father was ok; the way he was concern for his father's welfare and not for his own. "Dad are you..." Brian tried to ask him but he was cut off. "Sh....... Just relax. Trust me, I'm ok" John told his son in a soft voice. With that, John wrap one arm around his son, with the other, he gently guided his son's head back to his shoulder. For John, this moment was precious. He knew the time with him was would be coming to an end. After a while, they both sat there under the cascading water. John knew he had to get up. His butt was feeling sore sitting on the floor of the shower. "Bud, help you old man up. My ass is killing me," he told Brian. Brian unwrap his legs that were around his father. As he tried to stand, he could feel his father's cock slowly withdrawing from him. Part of Brian wanted so much to keep his father inside of him as long as possible. When he was able to stand, he looked at his father. He extended both of his arms out to him and helped him up. John was still woozy from his ejaculation. When Brian realized that his father was not himself, he told his father to brace himself against the wall. He took the bar of soap and began to wash his father. Some part of Brian knew that this was not a moment to take advantage of him. He washed his father's back, legs, and his ass without forcing himself into his hole. Then Brian told his father to turn around so he could wash his father's face, chest, and groin. He made sure his cock was well clean. When he was done, he quickly washed himself. Once he was done, he took his father and gently guided him to the toilet. There he put down the cover on the sit, placed a towel on top of the cover, and made his father sit down. Once he was sitting, he dried his father off as well as himself. When both were finish, Brian took his father to his bedroom and made him lie on the bed. He cover him and quickly went to the other side. He lay next to his father, brought him close to him. John roll next to his son, put one arm around him and lay his head on his chest. For Brian, this was like a dream. Friday night began by both eating pizza and beer. By nighttime, his father had sucked him so hard that all his life force, all his energy had ejected with such force that left Brian drain of energy. Now his father had fucked him in the shower both of them were spend and drain of energy. Brian took his father, he wrap one arm around him with the other he gently caress his father's head and back. He could feel that his father's cock was laying next to him; limp and soft. Most of all, he was well aware he had his father in his arm, naked. For Brian he could only smile. As day light broke through the window, John realized what happen. He looked at this son. He laid there all spread out with no cover over his naked body. He could see how the light played with his son's soft fur. At one angle, his fur turns to a carpet of gold. At another angle, it seems to beckon him to run his finger through each curl of hair. Most of all, John for a moment looked at his son with such admiration, such love he had for him. He never imagine or conceive that he and his son could ever be so close that they would share each other. John slowly got up and made his way to the bathroom. He did not wake up Brian but let him sleep. When he was done in the bathroom, he did not bother to dress, but stayed naked. On his way down, he could feel the freedom that his body was experiencing. The way his cock sway with each step he took. The way his balls hanged and bounced off his leg with each step he had taken. For him, he was enjoying this freedom. When Brian woke up, he realized that his father was not lying next to him. He sprinted out of his bed, when to the bathroom and then to his parent's bedroom. He could not find him in either room. "Dad...?" He called out to him. "I am in the kitchen Brian," he yell out to his son. Brian came down as he had in the past. Three steps at a time. Things throughout the house shook when he came galloping down the stairs. He saw his father was standing naked with a cup of coffee in his hand. He came over to his father and wrap his arms around him. "For a moment I though something happen to you" he told his father. "What made you think such a thing" he asked Brian. "After last night, I was worry," he told his father. "Last night..." John drifted off in thought. "Last night, there was a lot of cum in me. When I came, well you know how it feels. For me, having you in my arms, the shower, the moment, all of that it was powerful for me" he tried to explain to his son. Brian kiss his father on the lips and then step back. Both of them looked each other and smiled. "I like what you are wearing dad. It fits you," Brian said to his father in a smirk type of way. "Don't be a wise guy. Why don't you wash up and get ready for breakfast. Afterwards we need to do some errands," John told his son. "By the way, do you want a hot cereal or cold for breakfast" John asked his son. "Hot. Make sure Mr. Peter doesn't get burn" Brian told his father. John took a kitchen towel, bunched it up, and threw at his son. "Get out of here and wash up" he yell to his son. When Brian finished in the bathroom he came down to have breakfast. Both men did not dress that morning. They ate their meal sitting next to each other. Even their legs pressed against each other. All that morning they talked, told each other what it was like to have the other. What it was like feel each other. Most of all what it was like to love the other in such a way that it was new for both of them. They didn't bother to bring up into the conversation the future and what it was like to have Brian's mother, John's wife back into their lives. Both of them knew that this moment was just for them, for each other. They wanted to enjoy as much as possible with out the worries about the future. When they finish, they wash what they used and made sure the kitchen was left spotless. "We better get started," he told his son. "Why don't we just stay home and do it tomorrow?" he asked his father. His father replies, "Because, if we do it now, we can have the next day and those precious moments for our self. You know I hate to procrastinate and leave things to the last moment." "I just wanted..." he said to his father. "Trust me in what I am about to say to you. You will have me later more than once. And when I am finish with you, you will sleep it off for more than eight hours" John told his son. Brian blushed, that part of him knew that what his father promised he will not renegade on it. They both went upstairs and dressed in their casual clothing. When Brian was finish, he found his father making a list what he needed to get, and what the house needed for both of them. They survey the kitchen and incorporated into their list what grocery they had to get. All that morning they talk, laugh, and simply enjoyed themselves. Couple of John's friends asked how Pat was doing. He told them that she had her surgery and she was doing well considering what might happen if she did not have the operation. At one point, both men were shopping for groceries when they bump into Coach Wilks. "Ted!" John greeted his friend. "John" Ted return his greeting. "You know my son Brian?" he introduced his son to Ted. "Brian is one of my pupils that I have the pleasure of teaching some of my acquire knowledge" he told John. For Brian, he felt awkward. Here he was between two men. At his left was the man he had sex in the shower after his baseball practice. To his right was his father who last night gave him more than he could ever expect himself. Both men had cum in Brian. Both were not aware of each other's actions. If Coach Wilks said anything to John, Brian could not explain to his father. He also feared that he would loose the relationship he had forged with his father. The only thing he could do was to stand there and listen to their conversation both were having. As Ted excuse himself and left John and Brian to do their shopping, Brian was relieve that nothing was mention. All that day they made their way from one store to the next. Picking what was needed as well as what John needed for himself. When they came home, they unloaded the car and pile everything in the kitchen. When they were finish, John told his son that he needed do couple things in his study before he could start lunch for both of them. He told Brian if he wanted to, to take a nap or pud around the house until he was finish. Brian decided to head up stairs and take a nap for a while. When John was finish, he headed into the kitchen. He did not know whether to make sandwiches or soup for both of them. He also notices that he was quite alone. There was no sign of his son anywhere downstairs. As he headed upstairs and into his son's room, he saw that, his son took his advice and took a nap. He laid there all spread out on his belly. Not one of his covers covered him. He enter his room and sat on the edge of his bed. He was mesmerized at the sheer beauty seeing his son naked. He could not explain it. There was something beautiful seeing his son naked. His back all soft and smooth. His legs, all cover with hair from his thighs down to his feet. Those mounts of his white as alabaster, round, muscular, and well define beckoning to be touch and to be open. He eyed each part of his son's back and legs. He wanted to touch him. Most of all he wanted more than just look. John could feel something in him taking over. The more he looked at his son lying there, the more he wanted him. That part of him nudge him to take a chance and do it. Go for it. He could feel that inner part of himself shifting as if a hunger more powerful was being turn on. His heart raced. His could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. His own manhood began to come alive. Getting thicker, longer, and harder in the confinement of his pants. Those mounts of his son enticed him. He never stop looking at his son. Slowly and without making any noise, he got up and began to remove his clothing. First were his shoes and socks. Then his pants and underwear. Lastly was his shirt and tee shirt. He just stood there. His heart raced as if he was about to do something dangerous, illegal. He wanted him, he desired him. Most of all, he wanted to savor those mounts his son has. To pry them open, to taste them, to eat them. Another part of his body was talking to him, his cock. He wanted to have that feeling of a well custom glove fits on one's hand. Perfectly fitting around each finger. Comforting, keeping him warm. For John his son's ass was more than a glove, it was how his ass wrap it self around his cock. How each muscle held him, stimulated him, how warm and wet it was as he penetrated deeper and deeper. His mind was not saying this to John, but his own cock, his penis was nudging him to take a chance and go for it. When he stood at the foot of Brian's bed, he began to caress his son's thigh, his legs. He gently and carefully with out waking him, he spread them open exposing his inner thighs. He could see that even there, his soft fur cover that part of his body. He could feel his breathing becoming more rapid, faster. His heart was pumping even faster. He was not thinking if he should do this or not. All that was going in him, he wanted to pry those mounts and have his way with them. By now, John did not need to jerk himself. His cock was almost hard, so engorged with blood that it was thick that he could not stand it any longer. He wanted to penetrate his son. He wanted to invade him even against Brian's will. As he slowly caressed his son's leg with both hands, he carefully lay between them. He began to caress his mounts. Feeling them, exploring them, feeling the texture of the soft fur that covers them. He lean forward and sniff them. There was a scent of musk, but not of scat. He caress each mount simultaneously as if he was massaging them. He then cup his hands, using his thumbs, he began pry them open. By now, Brian woke up realizing what was going on. With out stirring, he allow his father to continue. He could feel his father between his legs. He could also feel his father slowly and carefully prying his ass open. John never had done this in his life even when he and his friend in college had sex. For John this was something new. Yet something in him was beckoning at him to explore and take a chance. He lean forward and began to explore. At first, he smell his son's hole. Then, with the tip of his tongue began to explore the texture of his inner mounts. The way each follicle was press against the wall of the muscle. He could feel that even in here, Brian's hole was well kept; dry and clean. He used his cheeks to savor each mount rubbing his stubbles against the wall. He then took a chance, began to explore that hole where once his cock penetrated. He tasted it; trace the circumference of it with the tip of his tongue. He could only feel the resistance of those involuntary muscles. Denying him entrance, but he persisted. By now, Brian had closed his eyes. He could feel his whole body coming to life once again. His heart raced, his mind was being flooded with more sensations, feelings that he had never experience. Moans after moans escaped his lips flooding the room with vibration of someone who was in pleasure. He could feel his father's stubbles rubbing against his ass. Most of all, there was one area that his father stubbles was rubbing against; that area leading from his hole to his testicles. Every time John's stubble grazed that spot, chills was send into Brian's brain. By now, John was becoming more aggressive. Some part of him wanted to invade his son's hole, enter him, pry him loose. He forced his tongue into him. It was like he was raping his son with his tongue. He squeezed each mount, feeling each muscle as they were in conflict with his hands. Brian could not control himself. That part of him wanted to keep his father out of him; the involuntary part tried its best to prevent John from invading him. With every try of John's tongue, Brian's body responded as to clamp down preventing his father from further intrusion. That part of Brian was being overwhelmed. His brain was being fed new pleasure, new sensation. Slow he gave in to what his father was giving him, pure pleasure, pure ecstasy. Brian could feel his father invading him. He also could feel his father's hand prying mounts open like as if his hands were vises. The soreness and pain his cheeks were feeling mixed with the pleasure of his tongue; it was a cocktail that was very addictive. For a while John's hand kept his son's mount open, forcing his whole face on his ass. His nose rested on the inner thighs and his whole mouth seems to be sucking on Brian's hole. John was lost. Part of him wanted to penetrate his son with his tongue. Another part of him could not get enough. He was enjoying his son, this new feeling, this new sensation. Another part of him was in control, his cock. He could feel that desire to fuck him real hard no matter what. All of sudden John got to his knees and laid on top of his son. By now he could not think who he was. He could not tell you what was right or what was wrong. He was at that place where primal drives took over, where the animal in him took control. Right now, he wanted to fuck his son. He wanted to feel his ass around his cock, and drive his cock so deep that he would deposit his cum in that spot where it was hot and wet. As he lifted off his son's ass, he grabbed his tool that resemble something from an animal farm. His cock had become more than a cock; it was beastly, thick, heavy, hard, and long. A tool that could give pleasure, at the same time it could tare you apart. It was a cock that if one looks at it, one might think of a horse. This cock was John's cock, the cock that delivered his sperm into his wife to create his son. Now his cock wanted the comfort of Brian 's ass. The feeling of those muscles clamping down as it made its way deeper into Brian. The sheer pleasure it receive as its master undulate his body to drive it deeper and deeper, sending waves after waves of pleasure. John could not overwrite that part of himself. He was driven; he was under its control As John guide his cock to Brian's hole, he could only think that soon his own cock would feel the pleasure of his son's ass. "AGH...Dad it too much" Brian screamed out. John could not hear his son. His thinking was under his primal drive. "AGH..." Brian screamed out. As he pushed his cock deeper into his son, he allowed his weight to pin his son in place. That part of him did not want his son to break loose. He only wanted to go deeper and deposit his cum. "Dad, you are hurting me. AGH..." Brian tried to stop him. By now John was in that place where he could not distinguish right from wrong. He began to undulate his body so his cock could go in and out. He did not take all his cock out of his son, he only lifted his hip off his son, and then slammed down with force. As he slam Brian, Brian tried clamp down his muscles of his ass trying to prevent his father from going deeper. But his action cause John to drive his cock harder. He could feel Brian's hole being hot and wet. His hole squeezing his cock to a point that it became even larger and thicker. By now, John was in a frenzy state. The only thing he wanted was to ejaculate all he had in him. Pour all his cum into his son. As pressure built up in him, he undulate his body faster and harder. Slamming even harder into his son. "Agh..." he yell out. Tears streamed from Brian. Pain was too overwhelming for him. There was no pleasure, but pain. All of sudden, John froze. He took one large breath, and he felt as if his cock was being pierce with a hot stab that he could not control. His cum was so hot that pain seared his brain. Ropes of cum ejaculated out of him with such force that it was overwhelming, part of him felt as his cock was about to split open Not one breath flow into John's lungs. He was motionless. The only he could do was to lay there on top of his son. The pain he was feeling as cum spew into his son's ass was too much for him. Brian could not feel his father moving. He was worry. He had realized when he and father were in the shower, his father almost passed out. The only he could feel was his father's breathing down on him. "Dad...Dad...Are you ok?" he asked. John had closed his eyes. He was trying to regain some part of himself. When he came to, realize what he had done. He got off his son. As he did his cock was still semi-hard woozing cum. He could not look at his son. He couldn't even tell him I'm sorry. His moral side knew what happen. He had forced himself into his son and took advantage of him. That part of him felt guilty. When he realized what he had done, he ran into the bathroom and stood under the showerhead wanting to wash away his guilt, his sin, his behavior down the drain. When Brian got up, he saw how much cum had spill out of him. He was woozing cum from his hole. What had concern him was his father's state of mind. He did not know what happen to him. When he went into the bathroom, he saw his father under the shower. He also heard him crying. He went to him, but his father told him to leave him alone. Brian did not want to leave him alone. "Dad talk to me, please talk to me" Brian pleaded with his father. He could only see that his father was in distress. He saw him crying trying to wash something off of him. He came close to his dad, cup his face, and begged him to tell him what was going on. "Dad, please tell me what is going on," he pleaded again with his father. "I'm sorry, please forgive me, please forgive me" he begged his son. He stood there with tears mixing with the shower. Brian could see that what he and his father had done was too much for him. "Forgive you for what?" Brian asked of his father. "I...I..." he was trying to take responsibility but he could not form his words. "I saw you there, laying on the bed. That part of me saw you and for some unknown reason wanted you. More than that, I did not care if I hurt you. The only thing I wanted was force myself into you at any cost. Even at the cost of your health" he told his son. John stood there his hands over his face. He cried. Echoes of his crying bounced off the wall. Brian on the other hand did not see what happen between them as anything else but sex. Brian came forward took his father in his arm and brought him close to him. His father grab his son and held on to him. He put his head on his shoulder and cried. They both stood there. Brian held his father, as his father cried his own guilt down the drain. For Brian, he could only feel more love for his father. Part 5 will come soon.