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My Dads draft 27
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2015 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net
"You boys think you want this?"
"Yes, Sir!" we both echoed at once.
"OK. You listen to me very carefully. Quit thinking just about wanting to play a new game that you think you're going to like and listen to me! Think about what I'm saying and try to visualize what's going to happen. Think you can do that?"
Again we echoed, "Yes, Sir!"
"You both have two years left here in Jr. High School. If you become my boys you WILL do EXACTLY what I tell you too. You will eat only what you are told to eat. You will participate only in the sports I tell you to participate in and only when I tell you that it's OK. You will take the classes I tell you to take and you will maintain at least a "B" average with no grades below "B-". You will have no friends that I do not approve of nor will you associate with anyone that I do not approve of in advance. Do you understand this?"
"Yes. Sir." the echo sounded.
"Sir, is there going to be a lot of rules?" Jock asked.
"Yes. Don't worry about it for right now. I'm just going to cover the basics. We will go over everything more carefully later if we all agree to this and you can take notes at that time. OK?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Mr. Polox." Jock piped up.
"Just hold your questions and listen up then."
"Yessir." we both answered.
"If we agree to this you will be my boys for the next two school years and the next three summers. I will train you very hard and make you regret the day you were born. You will run until you pass out. You will lift weights until every muscle hurts. I will discipline you any way I want to at any time I want to and you will say thank you when I am finished.
"You will treat each other like brothers and you will treat any other boys I adopt as brothers. You will treat me with the respect and obedience you give your fathers at all times. You will call me `Coach' or `Sir' at all times. You will not have sex in any form at any time unless I give you permission. If you have a problem or trouble with a teacher or school work you will tell me immediately.
"In return, I will treat you as though you were my sons. I will talk to your fathers and make sure that they understand that you are in training and under my guidance and control while in school or in training secessions. If your fathers don't agree to this, our agreement, what ever it might be will be voided. Your dads are your first fathers, I will be like a second father. You must always pay attention to your dads and do what they say. If there is a conflict between what I say and what they say, you will do what they say and discuss it with me later. Is all this understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Polox."
"Uh... Mr. Polox? Coach?"
"Yes. What is it, Joey?"
"This is all good Mr. Polox, and Joey and me want to do everything you say, but can we skip all this stuff right now and finish giving you our present?" I clenched my butt together as hard as I could and felt the long, smooth organ inside of me start swelling rapidly.
Clearing his throat, obviously uncomfortable, the coach asked, "You really don't mind me being inside you like this? It isn't hurting you or anything?
Grinning, I reached up and started playing with both of Coaches swollen titties and clenched my ass over the now stiff organ. "Heck no, Coach. You feel great up inside me! My Dad's dick is a lot bigger than yours, and he fucks me all the time. Your cock just makes me feel really, really good."
Mr Polox got a funny look on his face, and then frowned. "Hey, Coach," I said quickly. "My Dad told me I could tell you that so you wouldn't be uncomfortable. He said he trusted my judgement on whether to trust you or not. I can trust you, can't I?"
The storm coming over Coaches face cleared up and he said, "Yeah. You, and your dad, can trust me. I just didn't think I could trust you. Talking about your dad like that."
"My Dad told me that he knew that I need strong men in my life and that the way I'm always talking about you, he thought something might happen, and he wanted you to feel safe. He wanted you to know that I'm the way I am. You know, that I like men and all. And he wanted you to know that whatever we do together is just between us. If you spank me or have sex with me, that's our business, not his."
"Joey," Coach said sternly. "It is his business. He's your father." Coach put his hands on my hips and buttocks and screwed his now fully erect cock solidly up inside me. "When you get home, I want you to tell him I've had my cock up inside you like this, and that I want to do it again--every time we have a safe chance. Screwing your ass is the best sex I've had since I left college. I also want him to know that as one of my special students I intend to develop your physical potential to the maximum and see to it that you develop your mental potential at the same time. I will discipline you however and whenever necessary. Can you handle that? And will you tell your father like I'm telling you to?"
I grinned at the coach and put my arms up around his neck and hugged him hard. "Dad said you wouldn't want to keep any secrets from him. I'm really happy that he was right again. Dad also wanted me to tell you that he's really glad you're going to be screwing me too because I'm insash... insati... instae..."
"Insatiable?"
"Yeah. That's the word he said. It means that no matter how much I get fucked, it just makes me want even more."
Coached laughed and hugged me tight, bouncing me up and down on his lap a couple of times.
I moaned against his chest and reached back and felt where he went inside of me. "Oh, Coach. That feels so good!" I motioned to Jock and then pushed against Coach's chest. He smiled at me and laid back down, Jock putting a couple of rolled together towels under his head as a pillow. I kept my hands on his hard muscled chest and followed him down, rising up off his shaft as I raised up on my knees until only the fat head of his cock was caught in my clenching ass channel. Once he was all the way down I jammed myself backwards until I was fully impaled.
Coach just laid there and shivered all over as I sat up and ground my ass down into his groin as far as I could. I bounced up and down a few times to totally get the feel of the man organ up my ass and then sat back down so I could suck at the base of Coach's cock with my asslips. Then I signaled to Jock.
"Coach? There's someone else you need to talk too..."
As I slid up and forward Jock moved in behind me and straddled Coach's hips, his hand guiding Coach's cockhead out of my ass and into his. Jock sat down on the narrow loins underneath him in one fell swoop. An involuntary high-pitched whine wound its way out of Jock's clenched jaws as he sat there, eyes wide and ass clenching in panicked spasms as it tried to adjust to the adult invasion of his tender guts.
Coach reached up and took Jock's cock and balls in his hand, twisting them around to get a good feel of them. Then he wrapped his hands around Jock's hips and started lifting and dropping the moaning boy up and down over his engorged stake. Pounding the flailing body harder and harder as he realized that the lithe body could not only take it, but was eagerly seeking even more stimulation.
"Did... you... want... to... ask... me... some... thing?" he asked.
Every time Jock would try to answer, Coach would pound him down especially hard, blasting the air out of his lungs like he was some kind of rubber squeeze toy. Jock was trying to laugh, answer Coach's question, get a breath of air and fuck himself even harder all at the same time. Coach had a happily evil grin on his face as he continued to tease the boy by demanding that he answer his question. Jock's erect little wand was dancing around, slinging pre-cum all over Coach, me, the floor and himself.
I grabbed Jock's tight ball sac and gave it a squeeze which caused him to immediately start spooging all over the place. Coach jerked Jock off his cock with a loud "POP" and lifted the erupting boy up to his sucking mouth. I climbed up on Jock's back and rabbit fucked his pulsing asshole until I was cumming into his hot ass just as hard as he was blasting Coach's tonsils. Neither of us was really done when Coach shifted Jock back onto his cock , trapping me in the dark hole where I couldn't tell if it was Coach, me or Jock pulsing against my crushed pleasure piston and flooding my renewed eruption with burning hot male seed.
Jock was reduced to clutching at Coach's heavy pecs and filling the tile room with multiple echos of his screaming pleasure as both Coach and I pumped his ass full of cum at the same time. Coach finally let Jock fall down onto his chest with me on his back. I was crying from the exquisite pleasure and because my balls felt just like they did when Jeff kicked them during soccer practice that time. Coach's cock finally got soft enough to let the pressure just sort of squirt my dick out of the trap. I rolled off of Jock with my hands covering my dick to protect it from any further stimulation.
Coach nestled my head into his side and let me nurse on his pencil eraser sized nipple to calm myself down while he stroked Jock's back with his other hand to calm him down. I put my arm around Jock's waist so that I could hold onto both him and Coach as they quietly discussed Jock becoming a special student of Coaches also. Jock agreed to the same conditions I had and was told that he would have to bring his father in for a parent/teacher meeting before Coach would accept Jock as a special student. Jock said that wouldn't be any problem, but could I bring my dad to the meeting as well so we could all agree on the same rules.
I'll write about what happened after Coach, Mr. Clzinik, my Dad, Jock and me had our meeting in a separate story. Suffice it to say right now that Coach is still a close friend of our families and is now training both my son and Jocks boys.
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Headed for Bermuda
The whirlwind of preparations finally came to an end. A buddy of my Dad's was going to fly my parents to their vacation spot in his private plane this evening. Jock's dad had to do some finish-up work and was going to come by and pick me up on his way home. Mom and Dad came up to my room to say good-bye before they took off. Dad was strutting and looking as proud as an Arab stallion with a pasture full of brood mares and mom had that same happy/satisfied look on her face as I'd seen on my own face in the mirror after dad had fucked me good all night. I was really happy for them both.
Ebullient, dad swept into the room and lifted me right off my feet. "How's my boy?", he boomed.
"Fine Papa," I giggled back at him as I wrapped him up, waist and neck, with my arms and legs.
With a really bad false Italian accent, Dad twirled around with me in his arms and asked, "How'sa my boy?"
"Fine Papa! I'm really, really fine Papa!" I laughed, caught up in Dads exuberance. I pulled myself close to him and whispered in his ear, "You happy, Papa?"
Dad gently gripped the hair on the back of my head and pulled my head back so he could look in my eyes. "Yes. I'm very happy, Joey. I've got a new son that loves me, a new wife that loves me, and your mom told me this morning that she really wants me to get her pregnant."
"Oh PAPA!" I squealed, and tightened my arms to peck my dads lips with a chaste kiss.
Dad wasn't having no part of chaste. His hand crushed my lips to his and he stuck his fat tongue in my mouth as he started to spin around the room, dancing with me and chortling into my mouth. As he danced with me, Dad slipped his other hand past the elastic of my shorts to cup my bare butt in his big paw. As he bounced me up and down, I felt his big middle finger slide up inside my behind and start working back and forth. Waves of lust swept over me as I looked over Dads shoulder and saw Mom watching us. I could imagine what she was thinking and blushed bright red in a confusion of lust and embarrassment as my dick throbbed against Dads abdomen.
Dad finally put me down. He told me to pay attention to Mr. Clzinik or he and I would have `a little talk." Then he gave me a big hug and a slap on the butt as he walked out of the room saying, "You have fun boy. I'm sure gonna!" The last I heard was him laughing as he closed the door.
Kind of embarrassed by what my mom had seen, I turned to face her. She just smiled to me and put her arms out. I rushed into her embrace, hugging her with all the need for her love and approval in my heart.
She hugged me back in the biggest, warmest hug I'd ever gotten. Finally she sighed and kissed me on the cheek. Holding me at arm's length she looked me up and down. "My. But you are growing up aren't you?"
Embarrassed again, wondering if she could see the erection in my pants, I looked down. "Yes, Mama," I muttered.
Lifting my chin with her forefinger she said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you, Joey. It's just that I haven't been as good a mother to you as I really should have been. It seems like I just barely turned my head for a moment and here you are, quite the young man already."
I just sort of shrugged and said, "I guess so. But you did just fine, Mama."
"How do you feel about Karl, Joey?"
Unsure of where Mom was leading me, I cautiously answered, "I like him fine, Mom. I'm glad he's my Dad."
"You know, you never called your father `Dad'. Not even once."
Heatedly, I replied, "He was never my Dad. He never even wanted to talk to me until... Well, you know."
"Don't worry about that, Joey. That wasn't your fault. Not at all!"
"I know Mom. But Karl... Well, he WANTS to be my Dad. He talks to me like I was a person, he teaches me stuff and... Well Mom, he LISTENS to me. He lets me tell him how I feel and he respects me. And... well..." And, in a small voice, I continued, "He loves me, Mom. And I love him..." I finished in a rush, "...And I WANT him to be my Dad, Mom. I really do!"
Mom just looked at me for a while. So deep into my eyes that I though she could see everything inside of me. "Has he hurt you, Joey?"
Angrily, "Of course not. What do you mean by that? He wants to be my Dad and I want him to be my Dad. What's wrong with that? What business is it of yours anyway!" Suddenly abashed by what I'd said, I shut up. Locking my jaw and getting that `Don't touch me look' I used to have before Dad whooped it off my face.
"Don't be angry at me, Joey. I just wanted to know if he forced you. If he hurt you when you guys had sex?"
"WHAT!?"
"Joey--Karl told me what you guys did together. Not the details of course, but I'm your mother and he thought I had a right to know that you guys loved each other, and how completely."
Bravely, I stood up straight and shrugged my mom's hands off my arms. "OK. So he fucked me. Well, he let me fuck him too, and suck his dick, and he sucked my dick. So what? What're you going to do? Call the cops?"
"Of course not, Joey. I just wanted to know if you were OK. If Karl, or anyone else, hurt you or forced you to do anything you didn't want to do I'd chase them away with a gun just like I did your father. THAT's ALL I was asking, Joey. I just wanted to know if you were Okay.
"Listen to me, Joey. I love Karl very much. He is a wonderful man, in bed and out. But if he ever hurt you I'd do everything I could to make sure he never hurt you again. Even if it meant I could never see him again. I love you more than anything--or any-one Joey. You are my son, and I have to know. Did Karl hurt you, Joey."
"No. Mama." (I hadn't called my mother Mama since I was two years old.) "I mean, it hurt when he put his thing inside of me, but he was real careful and I wanted him to put it in me. And it felt real good too. He loves me Mama, and I love him. If he needs to spank me... or anything, then I know it's the best thing for me. I trust him, Mama."
"I trust him too, Joey. But I had to know for sure. I couldn't take a chance that you were being hurt. Can you understand that, Joey. I need to know that you are okay. Especially if you two are going to be as close as you are. If you're going to continue fucking each other."
"MOM!"
"Joey. I'm your mother. But I know those words too, you know!" She said with a big grin on her face. "And I know how much Karl can hurt someone with his big cock and `pile driving ass'. He fucks me too, you know!"
"Uh..."
Mom smiled. Then she took me in her arms and hugged me again, only this time she kissed me on the lips. "It's okay, Joey. I don't mind what you boys do together. I just wanted to make sure you were happy and not being hurt."
"Oh, Mama. I've never been this happy before. I love you so much. And now I have a Dad that loves me too."
"Well, I have it on very good authority that Karl... that your Dad... loves you very much too. In fact, he asked me to have this little talk with you. He doesn't want us to go on this vacation if it's not OK with you. He doesn't want you to feel abandoned again."
"I don't feel abandoned, Mom!"
"Joey, there's no need to break off your vacation with your friend and his dad. If you want, your Dad and I will vacation in Bermuda also."
"Mom! The whole idea is for you and Dad to have some time together without having to worry about me or have me underfoot."
"I don't consider taking care of my son having you `underfoot' young man!"
"OK, OK," I grinned. "What I mean is, well, I want you and Dad to have time to make a baby. If you get pregnant and have Daddy's baby, then he'll really be ours, won't he."
"Joey. Listen to me. We'll talk more about this when we're all home together again, but listen to me now. Sometimes men have trouble saying what they really feel. Deep down inside I mean. You understand that don't you?"
"Why, sure, Mom. That's why I love Dad so much. He makes me tell him the truth. What I really think. And sometimes that's pretty hard to do. But he never puts me down for what I think. Sometimes he doesn't agree, but he doesn't put me down."
"Can you believe that sometimes your big, strong new Daddy has trouble saying what's inside of him too?"
"Dad?"
"Yes! Your Dad!. Big, strong, hairy, mushy, unsure Daddy. The big ruff-tuff stud is a marshmallow inside, just like you! Joey, the reason he told me about you two wasn't to get you in trouble. It was because he was afraid that he may have hurt you somehow. But you know what scared him the most?"
Dumbfounded by this time, I stuttered, "Dad, s-scared?"
"Umm-Humm. Scared. Scared that a thirteenteen year old boy didn't really love him. Didn't really want to be his son. His very own son. To love like his own son. To play with and to teach. To hold and talk to and be a father to. A son he could love forever. Joey, I held him in my arms when he cried because he was afraid you didn't really love him and want him to be your father."
Crying, I sobbed into my mothers shoulder, "Oh Mama, I want him to be my father so bad. I do love him, more than anything except you. I love the way he feels and the way he smells and the way he talks to me and makes me do the right thing instead of acting stupid. Oh Mama, I'll never have sex with anyone ever again if Daddy will just let me be his son."
Laughing again, my mom cheerfully said, "You never have sex again and you're going to make a lot of people real unhappy, Joey. You are a beautiful boy, and you're going to be a very handsome man. You swear off of sex and your Dad will be first in line to make you break your promise, and I'll hold you down while he gets your motor running again."
I teased back, "Will you spank me too, Mama?"
"Humm," she wondered. "Maybe we can get him to spank us both. He really knows how to get you horny with a good spanking, doesn't he."
Bashful again, blushing and with an instant hard-on at the thought poking at my trouser front, I answered truthfully non-the-less, "Yeah. He gets me real horny that way."
"I wasn't just talking about you, Joey." Mom said archly.
"Dad spanks you too!" I said with my eyes wide.
Standing up, and giggling like a little girl, mom said, "I didn't say that! Besides, a mother and father have to have some secrets from their children."
"Children?" I queried.
"Well, yes. That was perceptive of you Joey. Don't tell your Dad, but I think I'm pregnant already."
I grabbed mom around the waist and said, "Oh Mom. I'm so happy. I'm going to have a Little Brother! I promise I won't tell Dad anything. I promise. Cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die. Aren't you going to tell Daddy?"
Looking in a mirror to `put her face back together, mom said, "It might be a little sister, Joey, but you're right. I'm not going to tell your father. Not until he's so worn out from trying to make a baby that he just can't do IT any more."
"Gonna get all of that big dick that you can, huh?"
Mom twirled around and swatted me on the butt. "Is that any way to talk to your mother young man?"
"It is if I want a Little Brother," I said brightly.
"You're incorrigible. Did you learn that from your father?
"Yep!" And then, more seriously, "Mom? Can I tell you something? I mean, you won't get mad or anything?"
"Joey. I want you to be able to tell me anything you need to tell me. Anytime. I might get upset, depending on what it is, but I will never be mad at you. Not for telling me the truth."
"Well. If Dad gets limp. I mean, you know, if his dick gets limp and just lays there?"
"Yes?"
"Well...," Then, in a rush, "...if you lick behind his balls. I mean, you know, the place between his balls and his butthole? Well... if you lick him there real slow and firm it makes him crazy. You could cut his dick off and it'd get hard. Turns him into a raging bull in no time at all."
Flushing from under her dress collar up to her cheeks, my mom quickly said, "This conversation has gone entirely too far! Walk me out to the car Joey. Your Dad and I have an appointment with an airplane."
I walked Mom out to the car. When we got there the chauffeur and Dad were waiting for us. Dad turned to me and put out his hand to shake good-bye. I took his hand and looked up into his soft brown eyes.
Firmly, with deep conviction, I said, "Dad. I love you very much. I want you to be my father. Forever and for ever! Will you accept me as your son? Forever and for ever, until we die?"
Dad just stared at me for a few seconds. Then he dropped to one knee and grabbed me to him, crushing me until I though my ribs would crack and break. Tears poured from his eyes as he sobbed over and over, "My boy. My son. My son. My very own son."
The chauffeur looked over at us. For the first time with respect in his eyes for the new master of the house.
I leaned over and cupped my hand around Dad's ear and whispered to him.
I finally pushed Dad away, mostly because I either had to breathe or pass out. "Come on, old man." I said. "It isn't THAT big a deal, ya know."
Struggling to his feet, wiping tears from his eyes and trying to act like nothing had happened, he wagged his finger at me and said, "You watch that smart mouth of yours, boy! It's going to get that butt of yours in more trouble than it can handle one of these days."
"Sez you." I sneered. Tears were threatening to well up in my eyes as I started pushing them into the limo. "Come on you two. I thought you guys were going to make me a baby brother? Don't you want to get started?"
Mom leaned down to kiss me good-bye and whispered into my ear, "Than's for the tip, sweetheart. I'll give it a try if your Dad wears out on me."
Grinning at each other we hugged and then I helped mom into the car. The chauffeur closed the door and a few seconds later the Rolls quietly rolled down the driveway. With tears in my eyes I waved good-bye as long as I could see the grey and black car.
Mom asked Dad, "What did Joey whisper to you?"
"He told me that he didn't want to see either one of us again until you were swollen up with either my sperm or his Little Brother--or both," Dad deadpanned.
Flushing with anger she turned in the seat, trying to get a last glimpse of me through the back window. "That SCAMP!"
Dad's booming laughter as the Rolls accelerated onto the County road was the last I heard from them until I returned from Bermuda.
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