Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2003 23:22:02 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Endless Football"

			     ENDLESS FOOTBALL
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

It was Thanksgiving Day and Dad, Toby and me were watching football on
television while Mom fixed the dinner.  Just three guys enjoying the day
and...  Whack!  I was hit in the back of the head!

"Hey, doofus!" Toby said to me. "Go get Dad and me some Cokes."

"Da-ad!" I complained, the typical tactic to take when you're ten and your
brother is fifteen, nearly sixteen, and Dad is sitting right there beside
you on the other side.

Dad said, "Toby, don't hit your brother and don't call him names. Jake, it
is your turn to get the Cokes."

"Aw, Dad!"

"Yeah, so go get them." Toby chipped in.

I grumbled as I got up from the couch. The game was just getting good, too!
I looked down at my Dad, intent on the game again and at Toby, grinning at
me like he'd won that argument. I guess he had, too.

Dad is a big man, with huge muscles that he got from his job and also from
lifting weights all the time. The garage had his exercise equipment in it
and he spent an hour every day or two in there puffing away. Whenever we'd
go places, I'd see how people stared at my Dad, with his knit shirts
showing his wide body, the way the girls would giggle and older women would
look like he was made of hot fudge sundae and they were going to eat him
right up. The very look a kid gets when you set an ice cream down in front
of them, that was the look women got around my Dad. Mom didn't like the way
they looked at Dad.

Toby was beginning to work with Dad's weights, but he was still pretty
skinny and couldn't lift very much. He and Dad both (me, too) had dark
brown hair and wide, square jaws, which Dad covered with a small beard on
his chin and around his mouth. Toby didn't have enough for a beard, yet,
though he shaved now and then, not that he needed to. His voice still
cracked sometimes and I would poke fun at him when it did, he hated that.

As for me, Dad said I could work out with his weights, too when I turned
thirteen but meanwhile play lots of soccer and basketball and run a lot. So
I did that, and I was pretty good in sports, enough to make Dad proud of me
at the games. And I was better than Toby at soccer, which Toby hated, so he
wouldn't play ball with me on weekends.

I went into the kitchen where Mom was busily working on Thanksgiving
dinner. It was still pretty early, about 10:00 o'clock in the morning, but
Mom was aiming for a 1:00 lunchtime, so that we could all eat together and
only miss a bit of the second game.

The kitchen was steaming with food cooking on the stove, and the oven
radiated the delicate aroma of turkey. Mom was doing the meal up right,
even it was only the four of us going to be sitting down to dinner.

"Hi, Mom!" I said. "Just came to get some Cokes."

She looked up from her cutting board which was piled with diced onions; she
was making the dressing. She wiped her hair back from her forehead and
said, "You know where they are. And keep your hands off the cookies, those
are for desert."

"Aw, Mom!" I whined.

"I mean it, mister." she said.

And they were right there on the counter in plain sight, a big pile of
chocolate-chip home-made cookies! That many cookies, we wouldn't miss a
couple of them after dinner, especially on top of turkey and dressing and
potato salad and candied yams and pumpkin pie and lots of other stuff. But
Mom's eyes were on me; I didn't dare swipe even one.

She didn't trust me, even so. "I'm watching you!." she warned.

"You wouldn't have to watch me if you'd come into the family room and watch
the game with us." I pointed out.

"Someone has to fix the food." she said. But that was an excuse.

Something had happened between Mom and Dad a few days before. I wasn't real
sure what, but part of it was that Dad had bought us a wide-screen TV and
Mom had promptly declared she'd never set foot inside the family room as
long as it was there. And she was doing it, too, or should I say not doing
it, Toby and I had to vacuum and pick up and straighten up that one
room. And Dad was sleeping on the couch there at night, too. No shouting
was going on, though you might say that between Mom and Dad, the silence
was deafening. Long looks from blank faces, Toby and me didn't need to hear
it to know something was wrong. But they were trying to keep the holiday as
normal as it could be, even though we normally went to spend the day with
relatives or they came over. Not this year.

I got the Cokes, three cans dangling from the plastic holder and went back
into the family room. It was right next to the kitchen, but the couch was
one of those with a real high back to it and Dad had moved it to where it
blocked the television screen entirely. I couldn't see anything of Dad and
Toby except the very tops of their heads.

I walked around the couch and Toby's hand was inside his pants, scratching
himself. I saw a chance to get him back some.

"Hey, Toby, quit playing with yourself." I said. "Mom'll catch you." I sat
back down in my spot, in between Dad and Toby.

"How would she do that?" Toby said. "She doesn't even come in here anymore,
Stupid!"

"Well, then I'll tell Dad." It was okay for us to talk, the game was in a
time out because of rain where they were, kind of dull just then, the guys
on television were talking and trying to fill in the time by running
interviews and chatting with each other about the game.

"Dad doesn't care." Toby said. "He was scratching himself just a moment
ago."

"Were you, Dad?" I asked, curious.

"Yep." Dad said, grinned. "When you itch, you got to scratch."

I snickered. "I guess scratching is okay, as long as you don't start
playing with it."

"You mean like you do every night?" Toby said.

"Hey!" I said. He wasn't supposed to tell that on me!

Dad just laughed, though. I think he was enjoying it, the three of us
acting like three guys.

"Why do you play with yourself so much?" Toby asked me, pressing his
advantage.

"I learned it by watching you."

Dad guffawed. "He got you there!" He said.

Toby got a little mad at that. "Well, if I play with it, I play with my
own." he said and I knew what he was going to say next and that wasn't
fair, because he and I had promised not to tell anyone else about that time
when Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Monroe had come to visit and Toby had had to
share my bed for three nights. But here he was about to talk about it and I
couldn't see how to stop him. "Last time I got in bed with you, you started
playing with mine."

"Hey." I said. "You promised not to tell!"

I looked over at Dad, a little fearful of what he'd say about that. "Dad?"
I said cautiously.

He smiled at me, kindly. "It's all right, Son." he said. "Curiosity is
normal. You aren't weird, just curious."

"Yeah, I'm not weird." I said to Toby. "Just curious."

"You may be curious, but you're still weird!" Toby returned. "I bet if I
was to let you, you'd grab my jimmy right now, wouldn't you?"

I was emboldened by Dad's response. "I might." I said, mostly to tease him.

"Heck, I bet you'd even play with Dad if he'd let you." Toby said.

"You bet I would." I said. I was mostly trying to win our argument, but
then I realized maybe I'd gone to far and looked back at Dad on my other
side.

Dad looked at me and then he did something that surprised me. He reached
down and unfastened his pants, unzipped them. That was all.

I looked, heck, can you blame me? He wasn't wearing any underwear, so I was
looking down at his nest of pubic hair and I could just see his cock at the
bottom of the unzipped fly.

I looked up at Dad and he was looking at me, and then he glanced down at
his cock, back at me, and then his eyes went back up to the game.

I understood. He was saying, clear as day, "Go ahead if you want to, Son. I
hope you do. But I won't insist, you don't have to."

I looked down again at his cock and I could see how it was filling and
beginning to bulge out the bottom of the fly. I knew from my playing with
Toby that time that a cock would get bigger. How much bigger, though, would
Dad's dick get? It was already bigger than Toby's!

Still a little cautious, a little unsure, I reached down into Dad's pants
and I touched his dick. It was soft and warm to my fingers, and I wormed my
fingers down in so I could begin to wrap them around it.

"Mmmmm!" Dad said, a very soft sighing sound.

"Oh, man!" Toby breathed, another soft sound, and I knew he was watching
this, watching me catching hold of Daddy's prick. "Oh, man!" he sighed
again.

I looked up at Dad again and he was carefully not looking at me, but a
tenseness lined his jaw and an intentness glistened from his eyes. He was
looking at the television, but he wasn't thinking about it. He was thinking
about my little hands on his cock, and his cock was so hot, it jerked and I
took that added permission and I thrust my hand on in and I got a good hold
and I pulled it out. It was like lifting up a long stick which was stuck in
the ground, and the stick bent a little as you pull it out, but then it
springs free all at once with a shower of dirt and you have all of it.

Like that stick, Dad's cock sprang free all at once, and I had it in my
hand, it sticking almost straight up and down and Dad moaned again, still
so very softly.

"Wow!" I said quietly. It was the biggest one I'd seen up until then, I
didn't even know they got this big!

"Go ahead." Dad whispered to me. "Go ahead, Son. Play with it."

"Yeah." Toby urged me softly from the other side. "Go ahead, little
brother. Let's see you play with Daddy's dick. Work it the way I showed
you."

Toby had told me how to play with his prick that time, so I knew what to
do. I had never done it with one this big before, though. With Toby's, I
could practically wrap my hand all the way around it. With Dad's, my
fingers and thumb only barely met.

I pulled down on his shaft and then up again, and then started a slow
motion. Dad gasped and his eyes closed and then small sounds escaped his
throat, "Ahhh! Hahhh! Ahhh!" Each time I stroked my hand up and down his
cock, Daddy vented this little sigh.

"Yeah, Jake, come on and do it!" Toby coaxed me from the other side. "Do it
faster now, faster."

"Oh, yeah, faster!" Daddy breathed. "Uhh! Huhhh!"

I began to pump him faster and Daddy now gave out a real groan. "Ohhhhh!
Oh, yeahhhh!"

I felt Toby take my other hand and he pulled it over and then I felt his
cock brush the back of my hand, and he lifted it up and over and pushed it
into the palm. I closed my fingers and Toby released me. His dick, I could
and did grip tightly and I did and began to pummel Toby's prick the same
way I was doing Dad's.

I was grinning widely, looking back and forth at the two cocks I had in my
hands, watching how they looked as I stroked them, thinking how they felt
alike in my hands, different in size, but both of them equally warm.

Dad's hand came up and caught me by the neck and I think he was going to
push me down to his crotch, but he stopped, and just worked the back of my
neck with his fingers. His eyes closed again and he grunted more
emphatically.

"Go on, show Dad what else I taught you." Toby urged. "Do it for him."

And so I did, I leaned on over and Dad's hand rode with me, knowing (or
hoping) what I would do and wanting to guide me and not daring to at the
same time. I might be wrong, I could almost hear him thinking, I might be
wrong, don't force him to take my dick in his mouth.

But that's what I did, I opened my mouth and Daddy's cock slid in there
tightly, I had to really work to keep my teeth from scraping that huge
organ, but it fit, I got the head and some of the shaft into my mouth and
when I did, Daddy moaned! "Oohh! Oh, God!"

"Yeah, come on, doofus, suck Daddy's dick!" Toby encouraged me. "Show him
what I taught you."

Taught me, that was funny. Toby hadn't known anything more than that some
people would put their mouths on a guy's cock, I had to figure out how to
work it all by myself. But in that I had done my practicing on him, Toby
wincing every time I messed up and telling me what felt good and what
didn't, I guess you could say he'd taught me how to suck cock.

And Dad got the benefit of my training as I worked my mouth up and down on
his prick, and him gasping, hardly believing that his youngest boy was able
to suck cock while his older son bragged about teaching him how.

I gave up on Toby's dick in my eager pursuit of sucking on Daddy, I let go
and just slurped my Daddy's pud, with him stroking my back and moaning
appreciatively, and I guess Toby got feeling left out as I squirmed around
and got my knees onto the couch, literally turning my back on him.

"Time to teach little brother something else." he announced and I wondered
what he meant. Toby's hands came under my body and he grabbed my waistband
of my shorts and he began to unbuckle them. I figured he wanted to play
with mine or something, but then I felt his cock at my butt and I realized
what he had in mind.

"Hey!" I said, letting go of Daddy. "No way!"

"You can't do that." Daddy agreed.

Gratefully, I returned to his cock, sucking him in appreciation. Daddy
would let Toby hurt me.

"His first time, you have to be gentle." Daddy said, and I went, "Mh?"

"You get your cock slicked up. Spit on it and such, and don't stop until
you get it so slippery you can't hold onto it anymore." Daddy
instructed. "I'll take care of Jake."

I was grateful for that, at least. I sucked blissfully on Daddy's dong,
secure that he was watching out for me. And then I felt his finger, all wet
and sticky, sliding along my butt-crack. I gasped and then he found my
little butthole and his fingertip touched that sensitive skin...and I
stopped worrying. God, that felt so good, that slippery smooth skin of his
finger rubbing my sphincter, it was just like every nerve screamed out in
delight! I had no idea my body could feel like this, and my first taste of
it was with Daddy! I threw the hardest erection I'd ever had and spread my
legs wide.

"Hey, Dad, I think the little twerp's getting into it." Toby said. "Is my
dick sticky enough yet?"

"Better rub some more on it." Dad judged. "He's tighter than anything, and
you're going to need all the lubrication you can get."

"Yeah, I can't wait to stick it in his little butt and feel him wiggling
under me." Toby breathed.

Daddy's finger slipped on into my butt then and I moaned. Dad wiggled it
around a little, and then pulled it out. He re-wet his finger and then came
back and stuck it in again.

I was lost to any reason, my Daddy was working my ass open so Toby could
fuck my butt, and I had his cock steel-hard in my mouth, and I wondered if
Daddy would fuck me when Toby was done. The thought of that big cock, so
big, inside of me was an incredible thought, though I didn't know if I
could even take it, I wanted to try! I let go of Daddy's cock with my mouth
and gasped out, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me, please!" I begged him.

"I'm too big for you, son." Daddy said gently. "Toby's smaller, he'll be
better for you the first time."

So I sucked on Daddy, his cock quivering and I knew he was holding off
because he wanted to be part of Toby's fucking me, me sucking him while
Toby fucked me, or he would have come by now. I admired the control, which
my Daddy had so much of, he was able to do anything he decided to it
seemed, and this time he was determined that this first time with his sons
was going to be all together.

I slowed my sucking on him for that reason, to help him last longer, and he
continued to worm my ass open with his finger, stopping to wet his fingers
again and again. Finally, he was able to stick a second finger in, and that
felt even hotter to me! I was groaning and I felt my little dick
threatening to come like this. Not yet, I told it, wait until Toby fucks
me. I bet that will feel better.

"All right, son, I think he's ready." Daddy told Toby. "Push in gentle and
if he hurts, stop, you understand me."

"Sure, Dad." Toby said. "I'll do it easy."

"You'd better." Daddy said. "I'm depending on you to make his first time a
good time. All right, while I hold him open, push it in.

And that's how they did it, with Toby pushing his cock into me and Daddy's
fingers holding me open some and then holding Toby's cock in place so it
wouldn't slip out. Toby's cock felt different than Daddy's fingers, but
they weren't that much bigger around, I only had to grunt stop a time or
two.

Then Toby was in me and I was shivering from the feel of it. God, Toby's
cock felt so big, I knew I couldn't take Daddy's like this. Daddy was
right, I'd have to wait!

But I could suck my Daddy and now I had no reason to hold back, I started
sucking on Daddy fast as I could, I wanted to bring my Daddy off the way
I'd brought Toby off and that sperm of his that had squirted into my mouth
that time. A little taste of salty jism, that was what I wanted!

Toby grabbed my hips and began to hunch into me. There wasn't any pain now
and he was able to pretty much fuck me as he felt like. His way was to fuck
hard and fast, I guess he'd been pretty turned on watching me and Daddy.

I know Daddy was watching Toby fuck me real closely, and I felt kind of
jealous how he favored Toby that way and I proceeded to cram his cock
deeper into my mouth and see how much I could take of it. I couldn't get
very far, but I got Daddy's attention again.

"Yeah, Son, suck my dick." he said and I was proud of that title, for
usually Toby was "Son" and I was "Baby" when I wasn't Jake and I'd asked
him to stop calling me that. "Oh, oh, Baby, I'm getting close."

I was Baby again and that made me try harder, I began to slurp his dong
nice and fast, it was all slicked up with my spit as it was and now I had
the trick of sucking a dick this big, so I did, I sucked Daddy hard and
fast and he was moaning.

And Toby moaned, too, and his hips slapped at my butt as he drove his
little dick into me again and again, hard as he could. I could feel how he
wasn't being mean, he was just too turned on to slow down, that makes a
difference, you know.

The same way it did when Daddy's hands caught my head and began to
force-fuck my face, Daddy was just caught up in the pleasure, the
long-delayed pleasure, he was groaning, now, and only the sounds of the
game were enough to drown out these sounds, keep Mom from hearing
us. Between the game and that high-backed couch, she couldn't know what was
going on in here. I knew she was quietly fixing us Thanksgiving dinner and
figuring we were watching the game. Well, she was wrong!

I giggled at that inside my own mind, and my Daddy's cock got even hotter,
and he said, "Oh, Baby, I'm coming now, I'm coming, Baby, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, Dad, shoot it in him, shoot it!" Toby gasped out. "Oh, God, shoot
it, Dad!"

"Uh, uh, guh, HAH-HANNHH-GAH!" Daddy did shoot it as he held my head firmly
down on his cock.

And I was flooded. Toby's little spurts hadn't prepared me for this, Daddy
came hard and he came a lot and it was too much and I choked, strangled,
but Daddy didn't hear me, he just roared and his cock squirted and
squirted. I coughed some of it out and it flew out around my mouth and
dribbled back down his shaft, and I snorted and some of it got into my nose
and I snorted again and it dribbled out both nostrils at once like so much
hot, stinging snot.

"Ah, ah, gah, uh, huh, uh, huh!" Daddy was still spasming with his climax,
and Toby chose that moment to shoot his wad.

"Oh, God, Dad, I'm coming, too, I'm coming, too!" He moaned and I felt his
little load shoot into my ass, but it wasn't a speck of what Daddy had shot
into my mouth, I could ignore it, though the way Toby grunted and squirmed
on top of me and the way his cock pulsed inside me felt good.

I coughed and strangled and only now did Daddy hear me. He pulled out of me
quickly and went, "Oh, Baby, I'm sorry. Are you all right?"

I coughed some more, more come dripped from my nose and I said, choking,
"Yeah, I'm all right. That was a lot!"

"I'm sorry, Baby, I should have realized." Daddy was contrite. "I just got
so hot, I didn't think for a moment."

"It's okay, Dad." I said.

"No, it's not okay." Daddy said firmly. "I shouldn't have done that to
you."

"I liked it." I said. "Except a little at the end there. I couldn't take
all of it."

"Well..." Daddy could see I wasn't upset or anything, so he said, "And what
about you, Baby?"

"Don't call me Baby." I protested.

"Sorry, Jake." Daddy amended. "What about you, did you come yet?"

"No." I admitted.

"Then let me make it up to you right now." Daddy said.

He turned me onto my back and Daddy did, he leaned over me and he took my
little dick right into his mouth and he sucked on me. Toby was panting at
his end of the couch, watching this, and he said, "Oh, man, Dad, suck his
dick, suck him."

It felt so good, Daddy's mouth on my cock and I forgave him all of that
huge load of jizz he had forced down my mouth while he sucked me, I had my
Daddy's mouth on me and his beard was tickling my stomach and I giggled
once or twice and then I felt my little orgasm building up.

"I'm going to come, Daddy, I'm going to come!" I said.

And I did, I really did, a little. I knew it was this little bit of clear
stuff, not the hot, white cream that Daddy pumped out or even Toby, some,
but this was what I had and Daddy drank all of it for me, sucking it all
down while I moaned and shivered underneath him.

When we were done, I lay there panting and Daddy said, "Whew! That felt
good. I really needed to come, it's been too long."

"Mom cut you off, huh, Dad?" Toby said with more comprehension than me.

"Long ago, Son." Daddy said with a palpable sadness. It made me want to
comfort him.

"It's okay, Daddy." I said. "You got me, now."

"So I do." Daddy agreed.

Toby lifted up his Coke and took a sip. "Yuck, it's gotten warm. Go get us
another one!" he ordered me.

"It's your turn!" I pointed out.

"It's your turn, Toby." Daddy agreed.

Toby stood up, grumbling, shucked back up his shorts and went into the
kitchen.

"Daddy?" I asked when he was gone.

"Yeah, Son?" Daddy said and I beamed at this. Dad was thinking of me as
getting older, finally. I had a serious question.

"Are you and Mom going to get a divorce?"

He sighed, held me close. "I don't know, Son." He admitted. "Maybe. Things
haven't been very good lately. But I don't know. Some parents do stay
together even when they stop having sex, you know. There's more to a
marriage than sex, though not having it can be pretty bad."

"But they're better now, aren't they?" I said. No boy wants his parents to
get divorced.

"Yeah." he grinned at me. "They're better now."

"'Cause you got me. You can come sleep in my bed." I said. Then I
remembered how small my bed was. "Or I can come sleep here with you." The
couch we were on folded out to a nice-sized bed.

"That sounds good." he agreed.

"And Toby can, too, maybe." I said reluctantly.

He laughed. "Toby old enough to have his own interests, I think. So we'll
save Toby for the weekends during the game, if he's available."

I liked that idea, but another thought hit me. "What about when the season
is over?" I asked.

Dad thought about that and reached for his remote control. "Then we'd
better tape a few of these games to watch the rest of the year, hadn't we?"
He winked.

I knew Mom's biggest gripe about the big-screen TV was the football games,
she hated football. "Yeah!"I giggled.

When Toby came back and passed out the sodas. "Mom said to make these the
last ones we have until after dinner." he announced.

Dad lifted his can in a toast. "To football." he said. "And to a season
that's never going to end."

"To endless football!" I agreed.

Toby joined in the toast though he looked puzzled. I wasn't worried about
that. He'd find out soon enough. "To endless football." he said.

				  THE END

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