Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2021 17:02:39 -0400 From: Athair Mic Subject: Back to School Specials - Part 1 (Gay/Incest) This story is a work of fiction, the characters are not real, and any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is purely coincidental. It contains sex with underage boys and sex with family members. If you are offended by such material, please stop now. If you would like to contact me to discuss story ideas, your fantasies, and your own memories of family fun, or you just want to chat with a big-dicked Daddy who loves incest stories, email me at thckhrd8@gmail.com. Also, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories so please donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Notes: All of my stories take place in the same universe where teen boys are insatiable and men like it that way. Back to School Specials Part 1- The Principal's Office I was in so much trouble. "Mr. Wickh..." I began. "Cameron, I think you should be taking advantage of your right to remain silent right now." Mr. Wickham must have seen the look of fear on my face, and his expression softened. "Cam," he said. "Trust me. As your principal and a friend of your father's, the less you say, the better for the both of us. Your dad will be here in a few minutes." He was a nice person and a fair principal, not like the one at my middle school who was always hunting for someone to give a detention. Mr. Wickham was also the coach of the swim team I was on, and he and Dad had been friends since they were in high school. In fact, he was the one who suggested that I try out for the team. But I don't think any of that was going to help me now. About 45 minutes ago, Mr. Wickham had walked into the boy's locker room, finding me on my knees sucking off one senior on the swim team and another one eating out my ass. Gordon and Stu were the two best swimmers on the team and won us state championships for the last two years. They were also ripped like gods, and their speedos were constantly straining to keep in their cocks. They had been nice to me when I joined the team, taking me under their wing and even giving me training advice. Last week they asked me if I wanted to hang out at Gordon's house on Saturday. My parents had let me go, and I was excited to hang out with two seniors. Being friends with seniors gives a freshman a lot of clout at school. But I couldn't keep my eyes off of their full packages, and they had taken notice. For the past week, there had been some sexy glances and brushing past each other, the tension growing. Today, they caught my eye in the hall and motioned for me to follow them. We made our way to the gym and into the boy's locker room, winding our way to the last row of lockers, out of sight, even though the locker room was empty. I quickly fell to my knees as they pulled their cocks out, and I began to suck them off. "Hey, Cam. What do you think about getting fucked?" Stu asked. I pulled off Gordon's cock to reply, "I'm up for anything." "Dude, we're going to teach this boy what it means to get spit-roasted," Stu chuckled as he and Gordon high-fived above my head. It was at that moment that Mr. Wickham turned the corner into the row and coughed loudly. "Shouldn't you gentlemen be heading home right about now?" he asked. Stu and Gordon jumped and scrambled to put away their dicks and sprint out of the locker room. I was left there on my knees, spit dripping down my chin. "Mr. Braeburn, I suggest you wipe your face, stand up and follow me to my office." We sat in silence for a few more minutes before Mr. Wickham's phone rang. "Yes? Send him in," he answered. My dad walked in wearing one of the sharp suits he wore each day to his law practice. With his square jaw and tight physique he honed in the gym, the well-tailored suits just added to his attractiveness. Men and women were always fawning over him, myself included, especially when he would join me in the pool. I was far too old to climb on his back, but I couldn't help it. The feel of my legs wrapped around his waist was too good to pass up. "Would you like any coffee, Mr. Braeburn?" Mr. Wickham's secretary simpered, her eyes wide with admiration. "No, thank you. I appreciate the offer, though," My dad responded, affably dodging her clear interest along with her offer. He got a lot of practice doing that sort of thing. "That will be all," Mr. Wickham interrupted. "Why don't you leave early today. I'm all set here." "Of course. Lovely to see you again, Mr. Braeburn," she blushed as she closed the door behind her. Once the door clicked shut, my Dad turned a concerned glance my way before turning to my principal. "What's the matter, Jack?" he asked. "I got a call saying you needed me to come to the school, but it was vague on details. Then my wife called me worried because she couldn't get down here herself." "My apologies, Holden. I didn't tell her to call your wife. I'm pretty sure I expressly told her not to, as this sort of thing should be kept just between the three of us." "What sort of thing?" Dad asked as he took a seat next to me, giving me a concerned glance as he did so. Mr. Wickham stood from behind his desk and came to sit on the front of it as he cleared his throat. "You see, I was inspecting the boy's locker room during last period when I came upon Cam here, engaging in some inappropriate behavior with two seniors." Dad turned to me swiftly, anger in his eyes. "Were you smoking weed on school grounds?" he demanded. "No! No, I wasn't, I swear!" I croaked as though the truth was going to be any less enraging. "Holden, don't worry, it wasn't that." Mr.Wickham seemed almost to be chuckling as he spoke. "Cam, do you want to tell your father what I found you doing?" I looked down at my shoes and murmured my answer. "Iwasukthemahhh..." "I'm sorry, what?" Dad asked. "Don't mumble, son." I raised my head and looked directly at him. "Ok, so this is how I die," I thought. "I was sucking them off." "Technically," Mr. Wickham said, barely holding back his laughter. "You were sucking one of them off while the other one was eating your ass, getting ready to `spit-roast you,' I believe," he said, before bursting out laughing. Was I having a psychotic break? I had never been so confused in all of my life. Why was he laughing? Why was Dad laughing? Dad was practically doubled over with laughter. He slowly caught his breath before turning to me and, with a large grin, said, "Good for you, Cam!" The complete look of confusion on my face must have made him realize that I needed more of an explanation. "Cam, you're 14 now. You're a man, and men have needs. I'm not going to get angry at you for scratching that itch." "The only problem was that you were doing it on school grounds, Cam." Mr. Wickham explained. "If anyone else had caught you, you'd be in massive trouble right now. But your Dad and I go back a long way, so I see no reason for this to go any further. Besides," he said, turning to Dad, "I need your son and Gordon and Stu for the swim meet next week, and suspending any of them is not in my best interest." "Sooooo.....I'm not in trouble?" I asked. "Not this time," he said as he stood from the desk and reached over to tousle my hair. "But be more careful." "Am I in trouble with you, Dad?" "Maybe...," he said as he stood next to Mr.Wickham. "I have a couple of conditions." "Anything!" I said. "One. Don't tell your mother. Her knowing is just going to cause us all grief we don't need." "Ok..." "And two, you need to answer a few questions." "Ok..." I said, this time a little less sure. "How long have you been sucking cock?" he asked. I was silent for a moment until he made a "c'mon" gesture to coax me to answer. "Umm...for about a year." "A year, huh? Just with Stu and Gordon?" "No," I answered, looking anywhere but at my Dad's eyes. One place my eyes fell was to Dad's and Mr. Wickham's crotches, both of which seemed to be filling out. "Really? Who else have you been sucking off?" He asked. I can't believe he was asking me these things, but his interest seemed more than just paternal. It made me feel like I was just one of the guys talking about horn-dogging around. I was sure both Dad and Mr. Wickham were getting turned on, which was making me horny again. "Well, a couple of other boys from the team." "Really?" He said incredulously. "That's funny because you've only on been on the team for a couple of months, and you just said you've been doing it for a year." Sometimes having a lawyer as a father had its disadvantages. "Well...I also have done it with Gerry across the street." "A neighbor's son. He's in college at State," Dad explained when Mr. Wickham raised an eyebrow in question. "He's a wrestler," Dad continued. "Sounds hot," Mr.Wickham said as he reached down to rearrange his crotch. Dad was doing the same thing, but his hand lingered, rubbing at his cock a bit. I was turning on my father. I felt heat flood my cheeks, and my dick started getting hard itself. Both Dad and Mr. Wickham were eying each other's crotches as well. I'd never been so horny. "And sometimes, when I get back from walking Mr. Raymond's dog, we play. Oh, and Mr. Tewksbury on the next block. I sucked him off in the park once." "Holden," Mr. Wickham moaned. "All this sex talk is getting me hot." "Same thing here, Jack," Dad said before reaching into his pants and openly stroking at his cock. "So, Son. Are you getting fucked too?" "Yeah....I love getting fucked." Mr. Wickham moaned and undid his belt, and pulled the zipper down on his pants to give himself better access to his cock. "I bet you do, Son," Dad said. "So who taught you to take a cock, Cam?" "Well..." I hesitated "Don't get shy now, Son." "Well...Grandpa did. You remember when he took me camping last summer, with Uncle Steve and Kenny. We all went skinny dipping, and afterward, Grandpa had a huge hardon, so Grandpa and Uncle Steve showed Kenny and me how to take care of it. I don't think Kenny liked it that much, but I loved it." "Yeah, Grandpa is always horny, especially for boy hole. Runs in the family," Dad said as he winked. "Holden," Mr. Wickham chimed in. "How about we have your boy here show us what he's learned." "You read my mind. So, Cam, what do you think. Do you want to take care of this?" Dad asked as he pulled his cock from his boxers. It was the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen, even in porn. It was thick and long and so straight, with veins crawling the length of it. I looked over, and Mr.Wickham was holding his cock. It was a little bit shorter than Dad's but thick like a soda bottle. I leaped out of my chair to kneel in front of both of them. Dad quickly took the opportunity to slap the head of cock against my cheek before commanding me to show him my tongue. His precum was salty and delicious, and I realized how much it tasted like my own and Grandpa's. "C'mon, boy. Don't ignore Jack here," Dad said as he pulled off my tongue, and with his hand on top of my head, he turned my mouth to Mr. Wickham's cock. The head slid past my lips, and I felt Dad apply gentle pressure to encourage me to take the thick cock deeper into my mouth and my throat. "Fuck, Holden," Mr.Wickham moaned. "He knows what he's doing." "Ok, boy, back to your Dad." I pulled off Mr. Wickham and turned to Dad's crotch. I wanted to impress my Dad, so I tried to use all of the tricks Grandpa and Mr. Raymond taught me to travel smoothly from the tip of Dad's sexy cock, all the way to the base. I inhaled the musk coming from my Dad's crotch, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I pulled back and then dove again, moving swiftly, trying to make it as wet and hot as possible. "Hey," Mr. Wickham said. "Don't bogart the boy." "Don't worry," I said cockily. "There is plenty of me to go around." After a few more minutes of going back and forth between their two cocks I felt Dad tap on my head. "It's time I get to play with that ass, Cam. Stand up, get those clothes off and get up on the desk." I followed his instructions as quickly as I could. "Now lay on your back." Once I was on my back, I felt Mr.Wickham turn my head so that I could resume sucking on his cock. Dad moved to the other side and lifted my legs in the air, placing them on his still suited shoulders. For some reason, the fact that they were not naked, just their cocks were out, made the whole thing that much hotter. "Sorry, boy, but I can't spend time eating you out. I need to get my cock in there." With that, Dad spat in his palm and used it to lube my hole. His one concession to loosening me up was sliding two fingers into me first, brushing them against my sweet spot as he did so, causing me to groan even louder than I had been. And then I felt the head of his cock push against my hole. Soon it was pushing through. "Fuck!" all three of us moaned at the same time. Dad's cock was sliding deeper and deeper into me until I felt his pubes brush against my ass. "Yeah, boy. Take your Dad's cock," Mr. Wickham commanded. "You can take it." Even though Dad's cock was one of the biggest I had taken, it didn't hurt at all. It was like my hole was designed to take it. It fit perfectly in me, stretching me with pleasure. "Fuck, boy" Dad moaned. "I'm not going to last long here; your hole is so good." Thirty minutes ago, I thought I would be suspended, thrown off the swim team, and grounded, if not worse, from Dad. But instead, I was on a desk being spit-roasted by my Dad and my principal. Dad began to slam harder and harder into me, and instead of moaning, I started to giggle to myself. It was all so strange. But so hot. So hot. Dad's moans became gibberish as his slams began to shimmy me along the desk. "Yeah, Holden, seed your son. Give him a load of the cum that made him." Mr. Wickham pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to jerk his cock furiously. Dad began to shake, and his jaw clenched as I felt his cock swell in my ass. "Cam," he sputtered as I felt his wet load shoot into me. A moment later, I felt Mr. Wickham's cum land on my cheek. I reached to wipe some up so I could greedily swallow the treasure. Slowly Dad slid out of me. "You OK, Cam?" Dad asked, catching his breath. "Never been better," I smiled. "How about you, Jack?" "I'm great, Holden. This was a lot of fun." "Yeah, it was," Dad said as he ruffled my hair. "Now get your clothes on, Cam. We need to head home and come up with a good lie about why I had to come to get you." "I could fake a limp," I joked.