Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2017 20:40:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 10 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! SPORTING WOODY PART 10 Coach obviously new I wasn't sticking strictly to his original instructions about not having sex except after a game. However, he let it slide without comment as long as I didn't waste any energy or cum on actual game days. It certainly gave Bear and me a competitive reason to be the most valuable player in each game and get a personal reward from Coach. Whether that was getting to fuck his ass or having him fuck us depended on the game and our moods. It was pretty much an unspoken agreement that the game-related fucking would always be one-on-one play, because otherwise, there wouldn't be any benefit to playing better than the other guy. The days when we had away games were more difficult. Because of the road trip involved, Coach couldn't take the star player to his private office for an immediate fuck session. Instead, we had to wait until we got back to our hometown before Coach took care of the star's sexual needs and showed how proud he was of our performances by giving some pretty fucking great performances of his own. On top of that, if Bear and I had both had a less than spectacular game, Coach would punish us by not letting either of us have a go, not even just sucking him off. That was the situation Bear and I found ourselves in one night after an away game. We'd both played like crap, but the others had stepped up enough that we did manage to win by a couple points. It was a long bus ride home through the dark night, and most of the other guys on the team had crashed, getting some much needed sleep. The others were using earphones to listen to music or watch videos on their phones. Coach was up front driving, and Bear and I were hunched down together in the very last seat at the back. Across the aisle was Mr. Moore, my math teacher, who had gone along to keep stats for the game and was sitting by himself. "It's a punishment for Coach as much as it is for us," I grumbled softly to Bear, not wanting anyone else to hear, if they were awake. "More for him," Bear replied quietly. "Him and Mom have been arguing all week, so he ain't getting any at home either." "Your grandpa will probably see him right," I said. "Coaches stick together." "Grandpa's not one for late-night fuck's. Believe me, I've tried," Bear chuckled. "He might have to be tonight if your dad's horny enough," I laughed. Bear nudged my shoulder in agreement just as a slight movement caught my attention. The bus was dark, but the safety lights gave off enough illumination that I could see Mr. Moore wake up and give us a dirty look across the aisle. "Sorry, Mr. Moore," I whispered. "Sorry," Bear said as well, but he had a difficult time stifling his laughter. Mr. Moore shook his head before leaning it back on the seat and closing his eyes again. "Might as well get some sleep," I said, leaning against Bear and closing my eyes. "Or you could go for a ride," Bear whispered in my ear as he took my hand and placed it in the crotch of his sweatpants. There was no mistaking his hard cock. It was definitely ready for action. "Are you crazy?" I laughed, pulling my hand away. "Just horny," Bear hissed. "Come on, dude. Everyone's asleep." I looked over at Mr. Moore, who had shifted in his seat and was facing away from us. "How about a blowjob?" I finally suggested. "Not enough," Bear countered slyly. "Really need a fuck." "Well, you ain't fucking my ass dry," I laughed softly. "Don't have to," Bear replied, quickly digging his duffle back out from under the seat, rifling through it, and eventually holding up a small tube of lube. "Always be prepared." I looked back at Mr. Moore and stretched my neck to check the seats in front of us. Other than Coach up front driving, it did look like everyone else was asleep or soundproofed. "There's not enough room," I objected. "Just lean over so I can slick up your ass," Bear whispered, "and then you can slide onto my lap." I shook my head in disbelieve at his audacity, but at the same time, I lifted my ass off of the seat and pushed down the back of my sweatpants. Lucky for Bear, I'd decided to slip on a fresh jockstrap after the post-game shower instead of regular underwear. "Nice," Bear hissed when he saw my bare butt cheeks in the moonlight as I leaned over on my side toward the aisle. "Hurry up," I ordered and was quickly rewarded with cold, lubed fingers sliding between those moonlit butt cheeks to prepare my asshole for Bear's invasion. "Mmmm," I sighed when I felt his fingers slip inside me and slowly lube and stretch my hole. As Bear continued to work my asshole with his fingers, I could feel him shifting around behind me. "Move forward," he hissed. At this point, I was pretty much on my side, barely on the front edge of the seat and with most of my upper body hanging over into the aisle. One hand was gripping the seat in front of me for some sort of balance. It was not the most comfortable position I'd ever been in. Then I felt Bear slip his body between mine and the back of the seat. "This won't work," I hissed as he tried to shift into a semi-spoon position and his cock head did manage to find my ass crack. "Just be quiet," he replied, continuing to position himself. He managed to get one arm under my neck with his hand pressing against my chest. With his other hand, he pulled me back tighter against his own chest before sliding that hand between our bodies and giving his searching cock more guidance. "Bear," I objected, ready to give up. "Shhhh," he hissed as I finally felt his cock head pressing at my pucker. "We're almost there." At that moment, the bus hit a bump, and I suddenly found myself on the floor. As I struggled to get back in the seat, Mr. Moore grunted and shifted his position, and Bear quickly sat up. "Shit," he grumbled as he started to pull up his sweatpants. "Just let me sit on it," I hissed. "Oh yeah," Bear grinned as he pushed his sweatpants down to reveal his proud cock sticking straight up and waving in the air. "Have a seat." I quickly sidestepped between Bear's thighs and, continuing to use the seat in front of us for balance, began to lower my ass into Bear's lap. I could feel his hand holding his cock in position as he gently gripped my hip with his other hand. The cock head pressed against my asshole, and I tried to relax. I took a few deep breaths and continued trying to sit on Bear's cock. "Come on," Bear grunted as the hand gripping my hip pulled my down more firmly until my asshole gave way and accepted Bear's cock into me. I let out a grunt before biting my lip and trying to get used to the cock head in my ass. More lube would have been appreciated. "That's it," Bear said softly as he pulled me down onto his cock. Slowly, slowly, slowly, until I was sitting firmly in Bear's lap with his cock firmly lodged in my ass. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "Fuck," I grunted when the bus hit a bump, which lifted me slightly off of Bear's cock and then slammed me back down on it. "Shhhhh," Bear hissed. We remained motionless for a while after that, just enjoying the vibrations and pulses created purely by the movement of the bus. It wasn't long before I started wishing Coach would hit a lot more bumps. Instead, I started using the back of the seat in front of me as leverage to lift myself slightly off of Bear's cock and then slide back down. Gently, slowly. A thrill ran through my body every time Coach did hit a bump and Bear's cock was jabbed quickly into me. "Ungh," Bear grunted softly, and I smiled. I knew how much he enjoyed talking and growling during our fuck sessions, so trying to be quiet must have been as much torture for him as my ass gripping him tightly while I slowly slid up and down his shaft. "Faster," he finally hissed, and I complied. I could feel Bear starting to thrust his hips up to fuck his cock into my descending ass. Both hands gripped my hips and pulled me down to him. I tried to control my descent to prevent flesh slapping against flesh. Just the quiet squishing sound of a cock smoothly gliding in and out of a tight hole. When the bus swerved a bit and quickly corrected itself, I looked up and saw Coach in the overhead mirror at the front of the bus. He obviously knew what Bear and I were doing, because he kept looking in the mirror more often than was necessary. I just grinned and continued to ride Bear's cock. A slight groan caught my attention, and I looked across the aisle to see Mr. Moore stretching as he roused himself from his nap. I froze, but Bear didn't notice and didn't care. He just continued to thrust his cock up into my hovering ass. Like a deer caught in headlights, I continued to stare at Mr. Moore, who sat up straight, looked out the window to see if he could figure out where we were, and then turned toward Bear and me. Mr. Moore froze. Even in that dimly lit bus, there was no mistaking the position Bear and I were in and what Bear was doing to me. I waited for Mr. Moore to start yelling, but he didn't. He just stared. Bear's thrusts were getting more frantic. "Ride me, dude," he hissed, obviously annoyed at my motionless pose. Without taking my eyes off of Mr. Moore, I followed Bear's instructions. I began to lower my ass to meet his thrusting cock and then slide off. Bear continued fucking faster and harder. His breathing was shallow and as quiet as he could keep it. His fingers dug into my hips. "Oh yeah," I thought when Mr. Moore slowly slid his hand into his trousers without taking his eyes off of us. I finally relaxed at that point and decided to let him see just how much I enjoyed getting fucked. I road Bear's cock faster and faster. Up and down, up and down. I let a look of ecstasy spread across my face. I bit my lip. All while continuing to look at Mr. Moore, whose hand was obviously moving in rhythm with Bear's thrusts. Bear suddenly released one hand from my hip and grabbed the back of my T-shirt. From the stifled moans, I knew he had filled his mouth with my shirt and was getting very close to filling my ass with his cum. I tightened my ass grip on Bear's cock as he firmly grabbed my hips with both hands again. Faster, faster, faster, Bear rammed his cock up into me. I could feel his nails digging into my flesh. His forehead pounding against my back. I don't know how I managed to keep from screaming when Bear suddenly yanked me off balance and slammed me down hard on his cock, but I did. I flexed my ass muscles as Bear's moans were muffled by the mouthful of my shirt. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, and I knew he was creaming me good. Deep. Thick. Hot. Gushing. Grunt after grunt after grunt until he suddenly exhaled and relaxed. Once Bear's body began to relax, so did mine. Still looking at Mr. Moore, I exhaled slowly, and then I noticed that his hand was still working away inside his trousers. Without really thinking about it, I quickly lifted my ass off of Bear's cock, which elicited a moan of disappointment. I was too focused on a new goal to care. Mr. Moore's eyes opened wide when I quickly dove across the aisle and set to undoing his belt and trousers before he realized what I had planned. He didn't even have time to pull his hand out of his trousers before I had them undone and was yanking on them. As if in a daze, Mr. Moore slid forward on the seat and raised his hips enough for me to slide his trousers and his underwear down onto his hips, which freed the drooling uncut cock that he still held in his hand. As quick as a flash, I shoved my sweatpants down enough to pull my right leg out. That freed me to straddle Mr. Moore's lap and kneel on the seat. For a moment, we faced each other silently, and then I leaned in for an urgent kiss. Mr. Moore froze for an instant, and then he clamped his free hand on the back of my head and pulled me into maybe the most intense, urgent, desperate kiss I'd ever experienced. He was devouring me. Desperately. Hungrily. Finally, I had to put my hands on his chest as leverage to break the kiss and pull away. Mr. Moore's eyes frantically searched my face, and he let out a moan when I reached around behind me and grabbed his cock and the fist holding it. His forehead wrinkled to show his concern over what was about to happen, but our eyes continued to stare deep into each other as I slowly began lowering my cum-filled ass to his cock. He let out another low moan when his cock head pressed at my pucker, but I was so open and lubed that it didn't last long. The moan was replaced with a sigh as Mr. Moore's rigid cock easily slid into my asshole and my tight ring sank lower and lower along his throbbing shaft. "Do I get extra credit for this?" I asked softly when I was finally sitting on Mr. Moore's lap with his entire cock inside me. "Oh yeah," he replied. I wasn't sure whether he was just enjoying the heat of my ass on his cock or if he was agreeing to give me math credit for fucking me. I really didn't care. The bus hit another bump, driving Mr. Moore's cock even deeper into me. I wondered if Coach was watching everything in the mirror, but my back was too him, so I couldn't tell for sure. I didn't even bother looking to see what Bear was doing. "Fuck me," I whispered, and Mr. Moore finally went into action. He was apparently stronger than I thought, because he shifted himself, grabbed my butt cheeks in his two firm hands, and began literally lifting my ass off and on his cock. I was impressed, and then I began to help him out by using my own muscles to assist his efforts. "Oh shit," Mr. Moore suddenly hissed. I was surprised at the comment until my ass was lowered and I felt another hand at the base of his cock. I looked around and discovered Bear kneeling on the floor and reaching under Mr. Moore's thighs to play with his balls and the base of his cock. "Shhh," I hissed before whipping my T-shirt off and shoving a nice portion of it into Mr. Moore's mouth. His eyes flashed their appreciation and excitement as I started riding his cock in earnest, still trying to prevent flesh from slapping flesh. My thighs were getting tired from all the flexing, but I didn't care. I figured Mr. Moore couldn't last much longer with two hot young men servicing him. I had to grab part of the T-shirt and shove it in my own mouth when Mr. Moore released my butt cheeks, ran his palms over my firm belly and chest, and suddenly began pinching and twisting my nipples. It drove me while, and I road his cock even faster. The harder he worked my nipples, the faster I road his cock. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. My cock started throbbing, my ass started pulsing, my balls started churning. And then, wham! My cock exploded, filling my jockstrap with blast after blast after blast of creamy cum. My body and senses were overwhelmed, but the moment my asshole began flexing, I did notice that Mr. Moore's eyes bugged wide open and he began frantically thrusting his cock up into me. At the same time, he twisted my nipples harder and harder to the point I was almost ready to scream. And then it was Mr. Moore screaming muffled screams around the mouthful of T-shirt. Thrusting his cock into me. Spraying his teacher cum into my student ass. Joining Bear's cum. Thrust after thrust after thrust. I collapsed against Mr. Moore's chest with my head resting on his shoulder. I could feel Bear moving away from us. I could also feel Mr. Moore's cock finally beginning to soften and slowly pull out of me. I just relaxed and let it happen. Feeling less and less full. The head of his cock was caught momentarily by my sphincter, but then it popped out. "Mmmm," Mr. Moore sighed, and then he reached up to pull the T-shirt out of his mouth. "Thanks," he whispered. I pulled the T-shirt out of my mouth and whispered with a smile, "No, thank you." I gave Mr. Moore a wink and a quick kiss before climbing off of his lap. I gave my cum-leaking ass a quick wipe with my T-shirt as Mr. Moore pulled up and fastened his trousers. "Have a good weekend," I said softly as I stepped back into my sweatpants, pulled them up, and moved to sit back beside Bear again. "I hope you have a spare shirt," he laughed quietly. "I'll just put on my spare jersey," I replied, shoving the cum-stained shirt into my duffle bag and pulling out a clean jersey. "That's the benefit of being paranoid enough to pack both my home and away uniforms." Bear grinned and shook his head as I pulled on the jersey, and then we leaned against each other and fell asleep. ***** "Wake up, sleepy head," Bear ordered as he shook me gently. "We're home." I opened my eyes and looked around. The bus was stopped in the school parking lot, and everyone else was already getting off. I looked over at Mr. Moore's seat, but it was empty. "You'll never believe the dream I had," I said, leaning over to get my duffle bag before standing up in the aisle. "Oh, I think I will," Bear replied with a grin as he retrieved his own duffle bag, stood up, and tapped his forefinger on my chest. I looked down and discovered that I was really wearing my clean jersey. "Mr. Moore!" I hissed gleefully. "Fucking hot. I didn't believe you when you said he might be interested in you." "Who isn't?" I laughed, before turning and heading up the aisle. Coach was standing at the front of the bus with a scowl on his face. "Night, Coach," I replied, trying to ignore the scowl and duck past him, but Coach grabbed my shoulder. "The next time you both play a shitty game, I don't expect you to be rewarding each other for it behind my back. Understood?" "Yes, sir," Bear and I replied together. "If you can't play a good game, you don't deserve to fuck with ANYONE. Got it?" "Yes, sir," Bear and I replied again. "You get on home," Coach said, looking at Bear. "Yes, sir," Bear replied, quickly maneuvering around Coach and me and exiting the bus. "And you get inside and shower," Coach growled at me. "I can't send you home smelling like a cum dump, even if you are one." "Yes, sir," I said, ducking my head and exiting the bus. ***** As I stood under the spray of the locker room shower, I couldn't keep myself from fingering my asshole and remembering how good it had felt to have Mr. Moore's cock inside of me. I honestly never really believed what I'd told Bear about his potential interest in me and my class-time stiffy. I figured it was all just my horny imagination. Now, I just hoped he still felt the same way in class on Monday. "Hurry up!" Coach called from the locker room door. "I don't have all night. Gotta lock up." "Coming, Coach," I called back as I started to lather up my body. "You'd better not be!" Coach called back. "Your dad's waiting to drive you home!" And then I heard the door close. ***** When I eventually emerged from the school all squeaky clean, I saw Dad's car parked beside Coach's van. I also saw that the van was a rockin', as they say. Shaking my head, I turned around and went back into the school. After sitting in the locker room and playing games on my phone for about fifteen minutes, I put the phone in my pocket, grabbed my bag, and headed back out to the parking lot. "About time," Coach called when I emerged from the school building for the second time. He and Dad were standing beside Dad's car. "Sorry, took longer than I thought," I replied, approaching the car. "I hope you weren't breaking the rules," Coach said. "No, I wasn't. Hi, Dad. You didn't have to come." "Yes I did," Dad replied, giving Coach a barely hidden grin. I just rolled my eyes as I walked around the car, threw my bag in the back, and took my place in the passenger seat. Dad and Coach talked softly for a little longer, and then when Dad turned toward the car, I saw Coach give him a friendly pat on the ass. Okay, more of a pat, a caress, and a squeeze. Dad paused for a second and then got in the car. He watched Coach walk back over to the school to lock up and then waved as Coach returned to his van and got in. "I heard it was a bad game," Dad commented, starting the engine. "I guess." I was suddenly annoyed that my dad had been the one to help Coach relieve his game-night sexual energy. Or maybe I was annoyed that Coach was the one helping Dad relieve his sexual energy. Either way, it didn't seem fair. I wanted to be the one satisfying them both. "But you won." "Yeah." "Everything okay?" he asked. "Sure." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dad giving me a look, but I ignored it. After a pause, he put the car in gear and backed out of the parking space. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. If you did, feel free to let me know how much: hotfordads@yahoo.com. The more details, the better! And if you have picture proof of your enjoyment that can inspire me to keep writing, that's even better. ;) Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.