Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2017 04:37:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 13 (gay/incest)

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SPORTING WOODY

Part 13

Monday morning arrived all too quickly. I stretched, yawned, and reached
out for Dad, but the bed was empty. So much for a slow morning-after fuck
to satisfy my hardon. Instead, I just started stroking it slowly as I
thought about how good it felt when I finally got to fuck Dad's ass. So
tight and warm and my dad's! If only it would have lasted longer.

The sound of running water finally penetrated my horny reverie, and I
didn't waste any time jumping out of bed and rushing to the bathroom. I
pushed the shower curtain aside to reveal my dad in all his naked, soapy
glory. "Room for one more?" I asked.

"In a bit of a hurry," Dad replied, but his growing cock insisted there was
time.

"Then we'll make this fast," I said, stepping into the shower and dropping
to my knees in front of Dad.

"Oh, Woody," Dad groaned with pleasure when I took his stiffening meat in
my hand.

"I still owe you this one," I replied. "We'll save the fucking for when
you're not in a hurry. I really wanna enjoy getting fucked long and slow
for the first time by my dad."

"Go for it, Son," Dad moaned as I tightened my grip on his shaft and gave
it a slow first pull. The shower water cascaded down over us, and it felt
amazing. I increased the speed of my stroking action as I looked up and
watched the water running down over Dad's toned body.

Dad's eyes were closed as he ran one hand over his belly and played with
his nipples with the other. Hard and pointed. I really wanted to suck on
those nipples, but I had a more urgent matter in hand, literally. "Oh
yeah," Dad moaned when I gripped his balls firmly in my free hand while
continuing to pump his throbbing shaft with the other.

I could feel Dad beginning to thrust his hips to drive his cock through my
tight fist, so I slowed down my jerking and let him take over. He eagerly
began fucking my hand as I continued to manipulate his balls, which were
beginning to tighten up. I knew he was getting close, and the moans echoing
off the shower walls were definitely making more noise than the running
water.

"That's it, Dad," I hissed. "Shoot your load for me."

"Oh, Woody," Dad groaned.

"ALL OVER MY FACE!" I yelled, tightening my grip on his thrusting,
throbbing shaft and his hairy balls.

"FUCK!" Dad replied, looking down at my face, which hovered in front of his
cock. "Your really want...?"

"DO IT, DAD!"

"I LOVE YOU, WOODY," Dad growled before knocking my hand away from his cock
and quickly starting to jerk it himself. I could see the lust in his eyes
as he looked back and forth between his cock and my expectant face. "GONNA
CUM," he grunted. "GONNA CUM!"

"DO IT, DAD!" I repeated. "SHOOT THAT CUM ALL OVER ME!"

"FUCK!" he roared as the cum began shooting out of his cock and splashing
all over my face along with the shower water. "TAKE IT, WOODY! TAKE IT,
BOY!" He continued pumping wildly as load after load erupted from that
daddy dick and shot right into my face.

"FEED ME, DAD!" I opened my mouth to lick up what cum I could find around
my lips, and then I leaned forward to wrap my lips around Dad's cock head
and suck out the final oozing load.

"Oh yeah," Dad sighed, relaxing and planting his hands on the shower wall
for support. "That feels good," he whispered as I continued sucking gently
on the cock that had made me. I enjoyed the sensation of sucking my dad
with the shower water raining down over us. I didn't even mind that it
washed away most of Dad's cum from my face before I had a chance to eat
it. It all just felt so good and relaxing. "I'm gonna be late if you keep
that up," Dad finally laughed.

"Wouldn't want that," I replied, standing up and grabbing the soap. "Better
get you cleaned up." I began lathering up Dad's body and enjoyed feeling
every inch of it.

"You too," he laughed, reaching up to my hair and finding a stray glob of
cum that hadn't been washed away. He gathered it on his finger and fed it
to me. I sucked suggestively on his finger long after I'd already swallowed
the cum. "That's enough of that," he said, pulling his finger out of my
mouth.

"For now," I agreed with a smile as I began to soap up his spent, deflating
cock and emptied balls.

"Oh yeah," Dad sighed.

*****

I could hardly concentrate in any of my classes for that entire Monday. If
I wasn't thinking about what I'd done with Dad and everything I still
wanted to do with him, I was thinking bout what might happen with Ted
Glover when he delivered my bed after school. But somehow, the day managed
to pass. When the final bell rang, I grabbed my books and started to make a
quick exit.

"Woody, I'd like to speak with you," Mr. Moore said before I could reach
the classroom door.

"Sure," I said, as the other students walked past me and left us
alone. Ever since Mr. Moore had fucked me on that late-night bus ride back
from an away game, I'd been waiting for him to say something about it, but
he never had. In fact, he pretty much acted like it had never happened,
which was his choice. I'd just gone along with it and enjoyed the memory.

"I've been wondering," he said as he closed the door and locked it,
"whether you'd like to earn some more extra credit."

"I thought you'd never ask," I laughed, "but I'm in a hurry today."

"This shouldn't take long," he replied, rubbing his crotch and exhibiting
the obvious hardon that it was failing to hide.

"Isn't this too risky?" I asked.

"Not any more risky than you possibly going to the principal and saying I
forced you to do this," he replied, closing the window blinds. The lights
weren't on, so the room immediately sank into semi-darkness.

"You know I'd never do that," I assured him, "but I really am in a hurry. I
have to be home to receive a delivery."

"Then we'll have to make this a quick delivery," Mr. Moore replied, undoing
his trousers and releasing his hard, uncut cock. He smiled at me as he
stood by his desk and picked up a bottle of hand lotion. "This should make
it a smooth delivery," he smiled pumping lotion into his palm and then
stroking it onto his cock, pulling back the foreskin to make sure every bit
was lubricated.

"Okay," I finally agreed, putting my books on a desk, undoing my jeans,
pushing them down to my thighs, and then turning to plant my hands against
the wall. "You know, I just thought you weren't interested in a second go
after the bus."

"I tried to fight the urge," Mr. Moore said as he stepped up behind me,
"but the memory of how good your tight ass felt is too much for me. I
really want it again, Woody."

"No sweat," I assured him. "You can have it any time you want it, as long
as it's available."

"Good to know," he muttered as he stepped closer and I felt the tip of his
cock burrowing between my butt cheeks. I tried to relax, knowing it was
going to be a rough fuck, but I didn't want to waste time by asking him to
lube my ass with lotion as well. I just gritted my teeth and hoped he had
enough lotion on his cock to do the job. "You sure about this?" he paused
to ask when his cock head was pressing against my asshole.

"One hundred percent willing participant," I assured him. "Go for it." I
felt him grab one of my shoulders for leverage as he guided his cock with
the other hand and pushed his hips forward, increasing the pressure on my
asshole. "Shit," I grunted when the cock head finally popped into me.

"Okay?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, I'm good," I grunted, trying to relax as he began sliding more cock
into me. Inch after inch. Slowly. I could definitely have used more lube,
but the discomfort was tolerable. I just tried to relax and go with the
flow.

"Even tighter than I remembered," Mr. Moore moaned, as the rest of his cock
slid into me.

"Less lube this time," I replied, trying not to sound like I was
complaining.

"Sorry about that," he replied, pausing to let me adjust.

"No sweat," I assured him. "But I really am in a hurry. Sorry."

"Okay." He sounded a bit disappointed, but there was no sign of
disappointment a few moments later when he was fucking me fast and hard. I
tried to relax, but it was definitely an endurance exercise. Harder and
harder he pumped that uncut cock into my ass. Grunting and groaning with
every thrust.

I felt him reach around and grab my own hard cock, but I knocked his hand
away and said, "Don't worry about me."

"If you say so," he grunted, grabbing me firmly by the hips and pulling me
back onto his thrusting meat.

"Faster," I ordered.

"Okay," he grunted, flexing his hips. Fucking me faster and faster. Huffing
and puffing in my ear. Digging his fingers into my hips. "Damn, this feels
good," he grunted.

"Shoot your cum in my ass," I ordered. "I like having my ass full of cum,
Mr. Moore." I hoped the dirty talk would turn him on even more to speed
things along, and it seemed to be effective.

"You really like this, don't you," he grunted.

"Nothing better," I grunted back, tightening my ass and willing him to
shoot.

"Oh shit," Mr. Moore finally hissed in my ear. "I'm gonna cum."

"That's the point. Do it, Mr. Moore. Flood my ass with cum."

"Oh, Woody," he groaned, biting my shoulder and ramming his cock into me as
he began to pump his cum up my ass. His hips flexed quickly, his cock
throbbed and pulsed inside me, and his jaws loosened and tighten their grip
on my shoulder.

I felt the signs of each and every load of cum that shot into me. "Oh
yeah," I sighed. "Nothing better than an ass full of cum."

Mr. Moore released his bite and laughed. "You're a bad influence. I never
thought I would ever do anything like this or on the bus with a student."

"Just don't forget to mark down that extra credit," I replied as he slowly
pulled his cock out of my ass.

"Definitely. Now, you better hurry on to that next delivery," he chuckled
as he put his cock away and made himself presentable.

"I'd really like to do this again," I assured him while I was making my own
self presentable. "Even without extra credit. You're a cool guy, Mr. Moore,
and your cock feels really good inside me."

"Thanks," he laughed, unlocking the door.

"But next time," I said, picking up my books, "let's make it where there's
no danger of interruption and we can take our time. We'll both enjoy it
even more. I guarantee it. Later, Mr. Moore."

*****

"About time," Ted Glover growled as I rushed up to the apartment door. The
furniture deliveryman was leaning against it with his arms crossed over his
broad, muscular chest.

"Sorry," I replied, my knees almost giving out at the sight of the hunk in
front of me and the sound of that deep gravelly voice. "Got kept after
class."

"Being a bad boy?" Ted chuckled.

"Something like that," I said, unlocking the door. "Sorry I kept you
waiting."

"I think it will be worth it," he replied, following me into the apartment.

"Um, if you and your partner want to bring in the bed, I'll make sure
everything's ready for it."

"I let my partner head home. Told him I could handle this job myself, since
it's just the bed this time."

"Oh."

"Think you can give me a hand?" he asked. "Getting it up?"

"I..." Looking down at his tight crotch, I figured there might be a lot to
get up.

"Those stairs can be tricky," Ted added. I looked up at his eyes and knew
he'd caught me checking out his package. He just smiled. "Come on."

Ted ended up doing most of the heavy lifting work, but between us, we did
manage to get all of the bed pieces and the mattress into the apartment and
crammed into my small bedroom. "Thanks," I said as we stood looking around
the overcrowded room. "You need me to sign something?"

"The job isn't done yet," Ted informed me as he set about putting the bed
together. I just stood and watched him work. When the frame was finished,
he stood up, pulled off his shirt, and wiped his face with it. I couldn't
help staring at the rippling muscles and lightly furred chest. "I could use
something to drink," he said with a grin.

"Uh, sure," I replied, staggering from the room. I went to the kitchen and
got a large glass of water. When I returned to the bedroom, I found the
mattress in place and Ted putting on the sheets that had been sitting on
the dresser. "You didn't have to do that," I said, handing him the glass of
water.

"Making sure the job gets done right," he assured me has he took the glass
and started gulping down the entire thing. I watched his Adam's apple bob
several times before lowering my gaze to that glistening, furry, muscled
chest. "Thanks, I needed that," he finally said, holding out the empty
glass.

"No problem," I replied, taking the glass from him. "Do you need me to sign
something now?"

"Gotta do a final safety test first," he replied.

"What kind of...?" My voice died away and I just stared as Ted kicked off
his work boots before quickly stripping off his trousers. My mouth dropped
open when I noticed he was going commando.

"I always like to do a weight and stress test for customers who might
appreciate the extra service," he replied, stripping off his socks and then
standing up straight. I just stared at the uncut cock, which was already
hard and at least nine inches. "You interested?" he asked as he casually
began stroking that delicious-looking piece of meat.

"Oh yeah, definitely." I nearly tripped all over myself getting undressed.

"Take your time," Ted laughed, "unless you're expecting your dad home at
any minute."

Without looking at the clock, I replied. "It wouldn't matter. He knows I'm
into guys."

"But are guys into you?" he asked with a raised eyebrows.

"Fifty, fifty," I laughed.

"My kind of guy," he assured me, stepping closer and taking me in his
arms. "Young, hot, and versatile."

"That's me," I replied, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling our
bodies and cocks together. "Mmm, that feels good," I sighed, grinding my
cock against his.

"Sure does," he agreed before ducking his head and pressing his lips to
mine. I could feel his hands exploring my back and wandering down to my
bare ass as we kissed. At first, we just appreciated to soft wetness of
each other's lips. Gentle kisses.

As Ted's hands grew more firm in their handling of my body, his kisses
became more urgent. Turning his head from side to side, pressing his lips
more firmly on mine. Finally parting his lips and running his tongue over
my lips until I parted them and allowed him in.

Ted's tongue slid over mine and explored my mouth at the same time as his
fingers began to part my butt cheeks and explore the sweaty crack between
them. The deeper he forced his tongue into me, the deeper his fingers went
into my crack. Hungry. Inquisitive. Exploring. A shiver ran through my body
when his fingers finally touched my pucker and slid easily inside.

I got nervous when Ted suddenly froze. He released his grasp, removed his
fingers from my ass, and pulled back from the kiss. He looked at me
inquisitively as he raised his finger to his nose and inhaled. A huge,
wicked grin spread across his face. "Damn, boy, you weren't kept after
school for being bad; you were kept after to be bad."

"Uh, yeah," I confirmed a bit nervously.

"So you've got an ass full of cum already."

The excitement in his voice allowed me to relax. "Yeah, but one load is
never enough for me."

"That's what I like to hear," Ted growled in that low sexy voice as he
swiftly picked me up and literally tossed me on the bed. The mattress
absorbed the shock without any problem. "Time for the weight test," he said
as he climbed on the bed and stretched out on top of me.

"Feels good to me," I observed, once again grinding our cocks together.

"Sure does. Definitely strong enough for two people." He worked his hands
under me, one at my back and one at my ass, and then began kissing me
again. Exploring me. Tasting me. Sharing his saliva. Moaning in my mouth as
our throbbing cocks rubbed against each other.

When he worked his mouth around to suck on my earlobe and then explore my
ear with his tongue, I asked, "Are you gonna add another load to my ass or
not?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned in my ear, "but first, I want your cock up my ass."

"Are you serious?" I asked. I know I shouldn't have been surprised,
considering his earlier comment about my versatility, but the idea of this
big, burly deliveryman liking to take cock up his ass was still a
surprise. An exciting surprise, if my cock's reaction was a reliable
indicator, which it was. I could feel precum drooling out of my cock and
wetting out bellies and cocks.

"I never joke about getting fucked," he replied. "I don't get it often
enough to joke about it."

"Then we'd better get to it," I said.

"What's the hurry?" he asked, gently grinding his dick against mine and
licking my throat.

"Gotta get back for basketball practice."

"Mmmm, gonna get fucked by a jock. You any good?"

"At basketball or fucking?" I laughed.

"Both."

"I've been told so, about both. Starting varsity."

"Maybe I'll catch one of your ball games sometime."

"Or we can just play ball games of our own," I laughed. "You know where I
live."

"I sure do. You got any lube?"

"In the drawer."

Ted stretched over and retrieved the lube that I'd stashed in the
nightstand just in case. Then he got into a kneeling position straddling my
belly. Without a word, he flipped the lube top, squirted some lube onto his
fingers, and then reached around to apply it to his ass. I could tell the
exact moment he worked his fingers into his hole. His eyes rolled back in
his head, his mouth dropped open, and he let out a small groan. He rolled
his head and licked his lips as he obviously continued preparing his hole.

I reached forward and gently stroked his cock, watching the foreskin
retract and then roll forward over the precum-leaking head. Ted continued
working lube into his asshole, which was definitely giving him
pleasure. "Don't forget about me," I finally whispered.

"No chance of that," he replied, squirting more lube in his palm and
reaching back to stroke it on my throbbing, eager cock.

"Oh yeah," I sighed as he continued stroking me slowly. "I'm ready whenever
you are, Ted."

"And I'm ready whenever you are, Woody," he replied.

"Call me Horse. Most guys getting ready to take a ride do."

That made Ted roar with laughter to the point of collapsing on my
chest. "Never thought I'd find a kid like you in this town, sexy and
funny."

"Well, enjoy it while it lasts. I'm heading off to college next year."

"That's a relief," Ted replied, sobering up. "Gotta tell you I was a bit
worried that you were underage."

"You sure didn't show it," I laughed. "Now, are you going for a ride or
not?"

"Sure thing, Horse," Ted confirmed, sitting up and getting into
position. "You wanna guide that thing, or do you want me to."

"I can," I replied, passing my hand under his cock and dangling balls to
reach between his thighs and grip my cock. I maneuvered it around a bit
until I could feel it finding Ted's lubed hole.

"That's it, Horse," he moaned as he began lowering his ass onto my upright
cock. With my free hand, I began stroking his cock as well. I couldn't get
enough of watching that foreskin sliding forward and back. Hiding his cock
head and then revealing it. "Oh yeah," Ted sighed when his ass finally
relaxed and let the head of my cock slide in. "That's what I'm talking
about."

"Mmm," I moaned as he slowly lowered his ass down the entire length of my
cock. "Feels like you work out your ass muscles as much as the rest of your
muscles."

"Every chance I get. Damn, that's one nice cock you've got there," he said
when he had every inch of it inside his ass.

"Then get to riding," I ordered.

"Sure thing, Horse," he replied, and then he started doing just
that. Flexing those massive thigh muscles to raise and lower his ass on my
cock. I released his throbbing dick and placed my hands on his thighs just
to feel those muscles flexing.

"Pump me, kid," he begged, so gripped his cock with one hand and resumed
stroking it while my other hand continued to appreciate the muscle
action. "Thanks, yeah, that feels good." I didn't know whether he was
talking about my hand on his cock or my cock in his ass, but it didn't
really make any difference.

"Sure does." I gradually began to increase my stroking speed, working my
hand firmly from Ted's balls to the tip of his cock, and he increased his
riding speed in response. I watched the precum ooze out of his cock, making
the head glisten. He rode me faster and faster. His motions began reminding
me of cowboys riding bucking broncos, and the picture turned me on ever
more. "Oh yeah," I groaned, starting to fuck my cock up to meet Ted's
riding action.

"Oh yeah," Ted moaned in agreement. "Fuck me, boy. Fuck me."

"Ride me, Ted," I replied. "Faster, faster, faster."

"You're gonna make me cum," Ted groaned.

"Don't you dare! I want that cum up my ass."

"Then fucking cum already, kid. I can't hold on much longer," Ted
growled. I stopped pumping Ted's cock and increased the speed of my
thrusts. "Oh yeah," he moaned, slamming his ass down onto my cock harder
and harder, faster and faster. Pumping. Thrusting. Riding. His cock
slapping against my belly.

"CUMMING!" I bellowed, rabbit-fucking up his ass. "CUMMING! CUMMING!"

"DO IT, HORSE!" he ordered, suddenly reaching out to grip my nipples firmly
and twist them.

"OH SHIT!" I screamed, thrusting my cock balls-deep up Ted's ass and
unleashing a spurting flow of cum.

"That's it," Ted sighed, releasing his thigh muscles and sitting down
firmly on my cock. "Fill my ass, boy," he ordered as I continued to pump my
seed into him. Shot after shot after shot.

"Oh yeah," I sighed when my body finally relaxed. "That was hot,
Ted. Thanks."

"We ain't finished yet," Ted growled. Before I could say anything, he'd
climbed off of my cock, flipped me over on my belly, hauled my hips up in
the air to present my ass, and was pressing his cock at my back door.

"Lube!" I quickly yelled.

"Damn, okay," he replied, and moments later I felt him applying lube to my
ass. Working fingers into me. Opening me. Lubing me. "So, is that a
teacher's cum up there or another student's?"

"Teacher's this time," I moaned.

"Hot for us older guys, are you?" he laughed.

"Absolutely," I replied. "Okay, that's good. Fuck me, Ted. I'm ready."

"You don't have to tell me twice." In a flash, Ted's fingers were out of my
ass and his cock was pressing for entrance. I just let my chest rest on the
mattress while he gripped my hips and thrust forward.

"FUCK!" I bellowed when he buried all nine inches in my ass with one swift
motion.

"Sorry," he grunted, "but this is gonna be fast and dirty. You got me so
hot, kid. I'm not gonna last long."

"Then fuck me, Ted," I moaned, trying to relax into the assault that he was
unleashing on my ass. It was unrestrained and forceful and fucking amazing!
"OH GOD, YES!" I couldn't believe how great it felt to be completely
possessed by a man driven by nothing but horny, desperate lust.

"GOTTA CUM, KID. GOTTA CUM. GOTTA CUM." He just kept repeating that phrase
over and over and over as he rammed his nine-incher into me. Buried
it. Slammed it. Rammed it. Fucked it.

"CUM, TED! CUM! CUM!" I was begging and ordering and pleading and
encouraging. "CUM, TED!"

"OH FUCK, HERE IT CUMS!" he bellowed, but he continued his fast hard
fucking without any change of pace or without any other words. Just more
panting and grunting and moaning. Harder and harder. Faster and
faster. Churning my insides. Suddenly, he froze, paused a moment, and then
growled, "Oh yeah." Without another word, he collapsed forward on me and we
rolled onto our sides.

"Did you cum?" I asked, a little confused.

"Fuck yeah," he panted.

"When?" I laughed.

"For about the last 30 seconds or so," he replied.

"But you didn't... I couldn't... I mean, most guys seem to change their
fucking when they cum."

"Not me. I just fuck right through it, right to the end," he replied
proudly.

"Impressive," I replied.

"I can make more of a deal out if it the next time, if that makes it better
for you," he offered.

"You think there's gonna to be a next time?"

"I sure hope so," he replied, pulling me into a tight spoon and kissing the
back of my neck. "Especially now that your bed's survived the stress test."

"It's nice to know there are still men who do reliable work," I replied,
relaxing and enjoying the sensations of being held in the muscled
deliveryman's arms with his furry, sweaty chest pressed against my back and
his cock still filling my ass.

"And it's nice to know there are still boys who appreciate a job being well
done."

"Mmm," I sighed, but then I suddenly noticed the clock on the
nightstand. "Oh shit," I yelled, quickly pulling out of Ted's arms and off
his cock.

"What?" he asked, sitting up.

"I'm gonna be late for basketball practice."

Ted laughed and got dressed as I rushed around getting into my practice
clothes. There was no time to change at school. "Wear that the next time we
hook up," he suggested as I sat down to tie my shoes.

"Or I could wear my uniform," I suggested with a wink.

"Even hotter," he agreed as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and
opened it. "Here's my card. Call me whenever you feel like having a special
delivery."

"Definitely," I said, taking the card that he had removed from his wallet
and was holding out to me. "Sorry to fuck and run, but..."

"No problem, the wife is expecting me home about now too."

"You're married?" I asked, both surprised and disappointed, as I headed out
to the living room.

"Yeah," Ted replied as he followed me. "She'll probably be a little
disappointed that I don't feel like giving her the usual nightly fuck now,
but she'll get over it."

"Or you'll change your mind when the time comes and give her what she
wants."

"She is a good fuck. If only she had a cock," he laughed as he picked up
his clipboard from the kitchen counter and continued to follow me to the
front door. "Does me being married make a difference?" he asked as I
unlocked the door.

"Not at all," I assured him. "I'll just have to get over the disappointment
of not getting to marry you and settle for the pleasure of getting to fuck
you instead."

"Sounds good to me," he replied as I opened the door.

"Woody!" Dad said with a surprised expression on his face as he stood
outside the door with his key in his hand. "What are you still doing here?"

"The delivery took a little longer than expected," I replied.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Wharton," Ted added, stepping up beside me.

"Was there a problem?" Dad asked.

"I was running late again," Ted replied quickly. "Sorry about that."

"No problem," I replied.

"But everything was good?" Dad asked me.

"Perfect. Best bed ever," I assured him.

"Glad to hear it. Sorry I was a bit annoyed on Saturday," Dad said to Ted.

"I understand." Ted stepped past Dad, who then stepped past me. "Oh", Ted
said as he stopped and turned back around. "I need your signature."

"Sure." I took the clipboard, signed where he indicated, and handed it back
to him.

"Thanks, Horse," he replied as he took the clipboard and headed down the
stairs.

I stood for a moment watching all those muscles move as he walked away. My
eyes especially lingered over the firm ass I'd fucked such a short time
ago.

"Better get going," Dad finally said, "or you'll be late for
practice... Horse."

In that moment, I realized that Ted had given the game away. I turned to
Dad with an embarrassed grin and shrugged. "It just kinda happened."

"I'm sure it did," he replied, looking at me sternly for a moment before
breaking into a smile. "I'm just sorry I wasn't the one here to accept his
delivery."

"Dad!" I replied with mock shock. "Later."

*****

Coach was not as forgiving. I'd spent quite a lot of sexual energy all day,
what with jerking Dad off during his morning shower, getting fucked by
Mr. Moore after class, and then flip-fucking Ted. Honestly, I was surprised
I could walk at all.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Wharton?" Coach yelled after I made the
latest of many mistakes. "You show up late for practice and make one stupid
error after another."

"Just a bit tired," I replied.

"Maybe you're too tired to play in the game tomorrow," he suggested.

"No, I'll be fine tomorrow. I promise."

Coach stepped close to me so no one else could hear. "I don't care if
you're fucking every man in this whole damn town, Wharton--"

"I'm not--"

"But I'm not gonna let it affect this team in a game like it has in this
practice. So if you can't keep your cock in your pants and your head in the
game, I'll start playing someone else who can. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Coach?"

"What did you say?!" he yelled loudly.

"Yes, Coach!" I replied just as loudly.

"That's better," he replied, looking around at the other players getting on
with their drills. He dropped his voice again and whispered, "So, are you
finally playing around with your dad?"

"What?" I asked with real surprise.

"Don't try to kid me, Wharton. Bear told me all about the two of you seeing
me and my dad working over your dad and how hot it made you."

My immediate reaction was to protect Dad, so I replied, "Were you fucking
Bear or was he fucking you when he told you that? You know, just because
you two and your dad do everything you do, it doesn't mean that every other
father and son wants to do the same thing. And for your information, I was
late because I was fucking around with a deliveryman. Best fuck I've had in
a long time," I added in a hiss before I turned and walked away.

Coach left me alone for the rest of practice, and the adrenaline rush from
the encounter actually helped me pick up my play a bit. When the final
whistle blew, I started to head to the locker room with everyone else, but
Coach had other ideas. "Wharton," he called, "my office!"

Bear looked at me inquisitively as he passed me, but I just shrugged and
followed Coach to his office.

I was still on the defensive, so as Coach locked the door to his office, I
said, "If you expect me to apologize, I won't. You were out of order."

"I know," Coach replied, turning to look at me. "I just called you in to
apologize."

"Oh." I didn't know what else to say.

"Not about you fucking up in practice," Coach clarified quickly. "I was
dead serious about that. If you're so tired that you make those kinds of
lazy mistakes in a game, you'll be on the bench in a flash."

"Understood."

"No, I meant crossing the line about your dad. When Bear told me you caught
us at it, the idea of playing with the two of you together got me so
fucking horny. I haven't been able to think about anything else for two
days now." It all came pouring out of him in one long rush, and I just
stood there looking stunned. "I want so desperately to be in the middle of
a Wharton sandwich with me fucking your dad and you fucking me. And Bear
fucking you and my dad fucking Bear," he continued. "I thought if you and
your dad were fucking around now, we could finally do it. Damn, I'm so
fucking horny right now picturing all the ways the five of us could have so
much fucking fun together. Seriously, Horse, I could almost shoot this load
in my jock right now just thinking about it," he finished, groping the huge
bulge in the front of his coach's shorts.

With all those images rushing through my head, I just stepped up to Coach
and sank to my knees. "We wouldn't want you to waste it," I said as I
unzipped his shorts and pulled them down to reveal the straining
precum-soaked pouch of his jockstrap. I leaned forward and began sucking
the precum out of the mesh fabric.

"Oh god," Coach moaned, grabbing my head and pressing his crotch against my
face. I continued sucking the fabric and running my lips and tongue along
the rigid cock that was barely contained within it. "Please suck me, Woody,
suck me," he begged as he pressed his crotch against my open mouth.

I reached up and grabbed the waistband of the jockstrap and pulled it out
and down. Coach's cock sprang into the open air as I tucked the waistband
under his balls. "Mmm," I sighed, sticking out my tongue and running it
back and forth along the ridge on the underside of Coach's engorged shaft.

"Oh god, don't tease me," Coach groaned. "I'm already so close to
cumming. You're torturing me, Woody. I wanna shoot in your
mouth. Please. Oh god, please."

With a smile on my face, I stopped teasing his cock and said, "Whatever you
want, Coach." Then I let that smile broaden up and round out to accept his
cock.

"Oh, Woody," he moaned as my lips tightened behind the head of his cock and
began sliding along the shaft. His hands gripped my head even more firmly
as he began to drive his cock into my throat rather than just passively
letting it happen. "I'm so fucking horny, Woody," he groaned. "You don't
know what you do to me."

I was pretty sure I knew exactly what I did to him, but my mouth was to
full to say so. Instead, I just worked my tongue over the underside of his
shaft and contracted my throat muscles on the part of his cock that was
already shoved that far into me.

"OH GOD," he moaned before urgently beginning to skull-fuck me. His grip on
my head was so tight that I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to, which was
fine, because I didn't want to. I was enjoying the assault on my
throat. Tasting cock. Felling fingers gripping my head. Smelling his sweaty
crotch. "OH FUCK, WOODY!" he bellowed as he continued to plunge his cock in
and out of my grasping throat. "GOD, I WANNA FEED THIS COCK TO YOU AND YOUR
DADDY TOGETHER!"

I squeezed his balls gently but firmly to show him that I was enjoying the
vigorous skull-fuck he was giving me. And then I worked one hand back
toward his sweaty asshole. It was so sweaty and slick that when I found it,
my fingers slipped inside easily.

"OH YEAH, THAT'S IT, WOODY," he growled as his movements faltered. His body
didn't know whether to enjoy the mouth on his cock or the fingers in his
ass. It began an unsteady, out-of-control jerking action between the two. I
continued playing with his hairy balls with one hand and searching for the
button in his ass with the other. "SHIT!" he finally yelled. His ass
clamped down tight on my fingers and his cock began spewing cum down my
throat.

I fought against his grip to pull my head back enough so that, after the
first few spurts, the cum began to fill my mouth and engulf his cock as he
continued to shoot more and more of that pungent, salty liquid. He
continued fucking his cock into my cum-filled mouth until some of it began
to spill out, dribbling down my chin and trailing down along the shaft of
his cock and over his balls. My hand on his balls quickly began smearing
the excess cum all over them, matting down the hair.

"Oh shit," he finally grunted with one last quick thrust into my mouth. "I
need that," he added, relaxing his grip on my head as I slowly pulled my
fingers out of his ass. Finally, he began to gently rub the top of my head
as I continued swallowing the load of cum that had built up in my
mouth. "Mmm," he sighed, "that feels good."

"Tastes good too," I replied when I finally managed to pull my mouth off of
his cock. I licked down the shaft, slurping up the trail of cum, and then I
began sucking on his balls to retrieve the cum I'd smeared all over them.

"Damn," he grunted as his knees almost buckled under him. "I can't take any
more, Woody."

"You started it," I laughed.

"And you did a good job of finishing it."

"Thanks," I replied, standing up and grabbing a towel from the back of his
desk chair to give my face and hair a quick wipe. I didn't want to walk
into the locker room with any stray evidence of my after-practice
performance.

"So, we're good then?" Coach asked, adjusting his jockstrap back into
place, pulling up his shorts, and zipping them closed.

"Yeah," I replied casually, "we're good."

As he started to unlock the door, Coach looked at me with a grin and said,
"If you and your dad ever do..."

"Don't start," I laughed.

"Just saying." He opened the door, and I walked through it. At the last
second, though, he gave me a nice swat on the ass, which put a satisfied
smile on my face.

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I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun.

Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that
thing has been!

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