Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2017 02:32:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 17 (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 17 Stewart's face smiled at me from my phone. I was replaying a video of him stretched out on his bed and slowly stroking his cock. We'd been exchanging tons of messages since his dad, Ted, first passed along my number. Some were just random comments throughout the day, but a lot of them were sex related, naturally. I'd saved the stroking video after one of our many video sex chats. It seemed like Stewart was just as horny as I was, but the difference was that he wasn't getting any help scratching the itch. A hard slap on my ass brought me back to the present and my own bedroom. "Don't you ever put that thing down," Ted growled as he steadily plowed his hard cock into my ass. I was on my hands and knees, and he was fucking me doggy style. Well, not my hands, exactly. More my elbows, so my hands were still free to play with my phone. "Only when I have something better to do with my hands," I laughed, tightening my ass-grip on his pumping cock. "Oh yeah," Ted groaned, giving my ass another hard slap. "Tighter, boy." I tightened my ass as good as I could, and then I started rocking back and forth to meet Ted's thrusts. "That better?" "Oh yeah," Ted groaned again, giving me yet another hard ass slap. "Harder," I moaned. "Damn right," Ted growled, suddenly slapping my ass with both hands. He started repeating it every time right before he slammed his dick into me. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "What the fuck are you looking at anyway?" Ted grunted. "Stewart jacking off. You wanna see?" "No thanks, your ass is enough for me right now." "You ever thought about fucking with Stewart?" "No," he replied flatly. "The whole father-son role-playing thing with the trucker seemed to turn you on," I reminded him. "That's different. Less talk. Tighter ass," he growled. I started relaxing and tightening my ass. Loosening to let that cock in as far as possible. Tightening to grip against the withdrawal. "That's better," Ted moaned. I restarted Stewart's stroking video and then reached around to place the phone in the middle of my lower back. "Stewart sure has a nice cock," I grunted. Ted didn't reply. His fucking motion faltered initially, but he recovered quickly. In fact, he started fucking even harder and deeper. Ramming his meat into me. Slapping my ass so hard it started to sting. I had no doubt that my ass was going to be black and blue before he finished. "His cum was real sweet, too," I moaned. "Fuck you," Ted grunted as he did just that. Slap. Slam. Slap. Slam. Slap. Slam. "I can't wait to fuck him," I hissed. "Oh shit," Ted moaned. "Wanna ream your boy's ass and fill him with cum." "Oh god," Ted growled, gripping my hips firmly with both hands, yanking me back onto his thrusting cock, and reaming my own ass. "Says he's been fucked already," I moaned. "FUCK!" Ted bellowed, thrusting forward and pulling me back. Filling me with cock. Filling me with cum. "FUCK, BOY! FUCK!" Shallow thrusts as he pumped his cock and cum into me. "FUCK! SHIT!" "Sure you don't wish you were shooting that load in Stewart's ass instead of mine?" I laughed. "Oh shit," I grunted as Ted grabbed the phone, shoved me flat on the bed, and collapsed on top of me with his cock still in my ass. I looked to the side and saw the phone in Ted's hand beside my face. The video was right at the spot where Stewart was stroking his spent cock with one hand while gathering cum from his belly with the other hand. "Damn, boy," Ted hissed as Stewart ate his own cum from his fingers, licked his lips, and winked at the camera. It quickly dawned on me that the trigger for Ted to start shooting his load in my ass was seeing his own son shooting a load. "That the first time you ever saw Stewart shoot?" I asked casually. "What do you think?" Ted laughed. "Of course it was. Impressive, though." "Just like his dad," I replied, flexing my ass on his spent cock. "You sure he's been fucked?" Ted asked, trying to downplay his interest. "Just once, he said." "I wonder who it was," Ted commented as he gently began grinding his crotch against my ass. "You wish it had been you?" "No, I don't think I could go there," Ted replied honestly. "But the idea..." "The idea, what we did with that trucker, and the real thing are a lot different. Fathers don't fuck their sons in real life," Ted concluded. "Maybe both the idea and the real thing would interest Stewart, especially when I tell him how good your cock feels." "Don't you fucking dare," Ted growled, and I knew that was the end of the conversation. My bedroom door opened, and Dad looked in. Unfazed by the sight of his son with a naked man on top of him, he said, "I thought I'd order a pizza or two. You guys interested." "Sounds good," Ted replied, pulling his cock out of my ass and rolling out of the bed, "but I've gotta get going." "I preferred it when you were cumming," I laughed. "You're not going to give me a turn, Ted?" Dad laughed. "Maybe next time, Clint. Woody's worn this old feller out," he laughed, gently fondling his softening cock. "And my ass still wants more," I assured him, stretching and raising my ass into the air. "You've got one horny boy there, Clint." "He sure does," I agreed, "but he knows how to handle me." "Woody," Dad said sternly. I just turned my head and stared at Ted, who was looking back and forth between me and Dad. Finally, Ted stopped turning his head and just stared at me as he whispered, "I'd like to see how you handle Woody." I glanced down and saw that Ted was stroking his cock as it grew firmer and longer and thicker again. I looked back into Ted's eyes, which were full of lusting desire. I looked over my shoulder at Dad, who was standing nervously at the foot of the bed. "We can trust Ted, Dad." "Fuck yeah, you can," Ted growled. "You sure, Woody?" Dad asked. "I'm sure we can trust Ted and I'm sure my ass needs more cum in it." "Please, I wanna see you fuck your son," Ted whispered. "So he can pretend it's him fucking Stewart," I laughed, but Ted didn't contradict me. "Please, Clint," Ted repeated, "if you two really do it, I mean, and you're not just mind-fucking me." I rolled over on my back, lifted my legs, and pulled my knees to my chest. "Go for it, Dad," I ordered. "Show Ted how a real dad fucks his boy." Dad gave Ted a few more nervous glances, but the sight of my lubed, cum-filled ass was too much for him. "What the hell," he muttered as he quickly undressed and climbed on the bed with me. I expected him just to get busy fucking me, but he had another idea. "Shit," Ted hissed when Dad grabbed my ass, lifted it higher, pulled my cheeks apart, and buried his face in my crack. "Oh yeah," I moaned when I heard and felt Dad slurping at my cummy hole. "Eat me, Dad. Taste Ted's cum." "Mmmph," Dad moaned as he continued to attack my hole. His tongue slipped easily inside me in search of cum. "Damn, damn, damn," Ted muttered with astonished excitement. "You two really..." "That feels amazing, Dad," I moaned, "but I want Ted to see you fucking me." Dad came up for air, licking the juices off of his lips. "Whatever you want, Son," he mumbled as he scooted into place behind my upturned ass and guided his ramrod-stiff cock toward my hole. "Oh yeah," Ted hissed when he saw Dad press his cock against my pucker and it slipped inside without any problem at all. "You're really fucking him." "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me," I ordered him. Letting go of my legs, I lifted them in the air, and Dad quickly grabbed me by the ankles to spread me as wide as he could as his cock continued to slide slowly into me. "Oh, Woody," Dad moaned when he finally had every inch of his cock buried in my ass. "Damn, you took the whole think," Ted whispered, unable to contain his surprise. "Practice," I laughed. "Okay, go for it, Dad." "Okay, Son," Dad replied before getting down to business. For several minutes, Ted just watched in silence as Dad gently but firmly fucked my butt. A real dad fucking his own son. I just relaxed and enjoyed being filled, explored, fucked. Smooth, steady, deep strokes. Casual. Rutting. Joining. "You two are so fucking hot," Ted muttered right before he climbed on the bed and straddled my belly with his back to me. I could hear the sounds of him kissing Dad. Swapping saliva. Rubbing tongues. Exploring each other's mouth. I could feel Ted's hands gripping Dad's hands on my ankles. I could feel Ted's balls being dragged slowly back and forth on my stomach as he rolled his hips in a fucking motion that slid his cock back and forth along mine. "Suck me, Ted," I begged when I finally heard the kissing come to an end. "It's the least you can do, after fucking him," Dad laughed. "I suppose so," Ted agreed, casually sliding away from Dad. I could hear Ted kissing Dad's body as Ted's head journeyed down toward my cock. As Ted repositioned himself, I watched his ass moving back toward me and quickly abandoned the plan to suck his cock while he sucked mine. "OH SHIT!" Ted groaned when I grabbed his muscular cheeks and pulled them apart as my tongue went in search of his asshole. "Mmmm," I moaned, tasting Ted's sweaty flesh and wanting more. "Sit back," I begged, and Ted quickly complied, pressing his ass back against my probing tongue and hungry mouth. Sweat. Juices. Tangy. Musky. "Mmmm," I repeated as I feasted on Ted's asshole. "Oh god yeah," Ted moaned before urgently grabbing my throbbing cock and devouring it. Sucking me. Swallowing me. Savoring me. "You two are... You... Oh, WOODY! I'M GONNA...!" Dad moaned. I came up for air briefly and yelled, "FUCK ME, DAD. FILL ME WITH CUM!" Then I went back to work on Ted's ass, reaching between his legs to start rapidly stroking his cock. I could feel it oozing precum onto my hand and my chest. Ted came up gasping for air. "FILL YOUR FUCKING BOY'S ASS, CLINT!" he bellowed. "Oh god, that's it, Woody." "I'M GONNA CUM, WOODY! I'M GONNA CUM," Dad repeated, urgently slamming his meat into my ass. "I can't believe this is happening," Ted said, jacking my cock franticly. "So fucking hot. So... Oh shit, I'M GONNA CUM, WOODY!" I threw my head back on the pillow and moaned, "CUM, GUYS, CUM. CUM FOR ME!" "I'M CUMMING!" Dad bellowed, slamming into me hard and deep. "I'M CUMMING!" he repeated as his body flexed and trembled and began shooting his jizz into my ass. "YES!" Ted roared as his cock began pulsing and his seed began shooting all over my chest and belly. "FUCK YEAH!" I laughed as my own cock began to pulse and erupt. After the first couple shots, Ted engulfed the head of my cock. "MMMPH!" Ted moaned as his mouth began to fill with my cum. Load after load after load. "Oh shit!" Dad groaned as my ass gripped and released his cock in spasms. "Problem, Dad?" I asked when my body finally began to relax. "Not at all," Dad moaned, gently pulsing his spent cock in my ass. "Well, you almost drowned me," Ted said after my cock stopped shooting and he finally managed to swallow it all. "You do run that risk with Woody," Dad laughed as Ted rolled off and snuggled up against my side. "I'll risk anything to do this again with you two," Ted assured him. "I just had sex with a real father and son while they fucked. That is so..." "Perverted?" I laughed. "Twisted?" Dad suggested, pulling his cock out of my ass and stretching out against my other side. Three grown men in my small bed was a tight fit, but all that flesh and heat felt good to me. "HOT!" Ted decided. "Now, what about that pizza?" "Aren't you too full to eat any more?" I laughed. "I thought you had to be somewhere," Dad reminded him. "Fuck it," Ted growled. "I ain't leaving here until the novelty wears off." "Well, I have to go to school tomorrow," I laughed. "If you can walk," Ted replied before grabbing my cock and trying to suck out the final dregs of cum before moving to lick his own cum off of my body. "I'll go order the pizza while you finish cleaning up," Dad said, climbing out of bed and leaving the room without putting on any clothes. "I still can't believe your dad really fucks you," Ted whispered after swallowing a load of cum and licking his lips. "Usually it's me fucking him," I replied. Ted's eye's lit up and he said, "Oh yeah, I've gotta see that." "I think it can be arranged," I laughed, "as long as you do a good job cleaning me up." "Mmmm," Ted moaned as he resumed licking my body clean. My phone vibrated and I picked it up to discover the latest text from Stewart: "Wanna phone sex?" I quickly replied: "Can't now. Later?" It was only a few seconds before Stewart's response arrived: "Talk tomorrow." I felt a bit guilty as I turned off my phone and looked down at Stewart's dad finishing his cum feast on my belly. ***** Dad booked us a motel room for the state basketball championship. The school booked rooms for all the players, on the off chance that we would make it past the first round, but Coach had no problem saying I could stay with Dad instead, especially when he and Old Coach booked the room right next to us. The rooms were almost a moot point because it took us three overtimes to win the first round, but we did it. While were still on the court celebrating our victory, I spotted Ted and Stewart sitting with Dad in the crowd. They were still there when all the other fans started to disperse, so rather than heading directly to the locker room I ran up the bleachers to talk to them. "Congratulations," Ted said, shaking my hand. "Great game, Son," Dad said. "Thanks," I replied, having a difficult time looking at anyone but Stewart. I hadn't seen him in person since I gave him a blowjob after defeating his team in the sub-state championship. "I thought you were gonna lose there for a minute," Stewart said. "Me too," I agreed. "I'm glad you didn't. I'd rather lose to the state champions than to some lame-ass team that loses in the first round of the championships." "Fuck you," I laughed. "Woody," Dad reprimanded me lightly. "Sorry, thanks for coming," I said to Stewart. We were obviously both thinking about the blowjob I'd given him, because we had a difficult time trying not to laugh after my comment. "We'd better get on the road," Ted said. "You're not staying for the entire tournament?" I asked, crestfallen. "We didn't count on you making it past the first round," Stewart laughed. I was about to tell him again to fuck off, but Dad surprised me and spoke first. "We've got two big beds in our motel room. Should be enough for four, as long as no one snores." "Can we, Dad?" Stewart asked Ted eagerly. "I don't know," Ted replied thoughtfully. "One bed for the young studs," I said quickly, "and one for you old farts." "Or one bed for the Whartons and one for the Glovers," Dad countered. "Either way, I'd really like to stay for the next round," Stewart said. Ted hesitated but then finally said, "Call your mom and see if it's okay with her." "Thanks, Dad!" Stewart replied, eagerly pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Either way, you'd better go get showered and changed," Dad said to me. "We'll wait here until you get back." "Okay, I'll be right back," I said before hurrying to catch up with Bear and the rest of the team as they headed to the locker room. ***** Stewart's mother reluctantly agreed to let Stewart stay over with his dad for the rest of the tournament. Since we'd made it through the first round, we were guaranteed two more games, the second of which would be either the championship game for the state title or the consolation game for third place. Either way, it meant I was going to get to spend some time with Stewart. Ted, Stewart, Dad, and I arrived at the door to our motel room just as Bear, Coach, and Old Coach arrived at the door to their room next door. I could see the look of disappointment on the faces of Coach and his dad when they saw that my dad and I had company they didn't know. Bear, however, knew our guests and raised an eyebrow. "Try to get some rest, Woody!" he called out before disappearing into their room. "You too!" I called back. "You wanna stop in for a drink, Clint?" Coach asked. Dad looked at Ted, who looked at Stewart and me. "Sounds good to me," Ted said. A trace of annoyance crossed Coach's face, but Dad replied, "Me too. You two get settled, and we'll be back in a little while." "Okay," I said, grabbing the room key that Dad tossed to me. "Come on, Stewart." ***** "I forgot I don't have any other clothes with me," Stewart said as he watched me unpack. "You can wear some of mine," I offered, "until your dad buys you some other things." "I guess," Stewart replied. "You might get a whole new wardrobe out of it if you play it right," I laughed. "Yeah." "Are you okay?" I asked, turning to look at Stewart. "Just a little nervous," he admitted. "Don't be," I said, walking up to him and putting my arms around his waist. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to." "Thanks," he replied, gently holding my elbows in his hands. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Stewart leaned in slowly. I leaned forward too, and our lips met. A quick peck. That's all it was before Stewart leaned back. "Is that all you want?" I grinned. "No," Stewart replied, leaning in for a longer kiss. His arms encircled me and pulled me closer to him. With my eyes closed, I basked in the warm, wet, tender sensation of his lips pressed against mine. "Mmmm," I sighed, letting my hands slide lower to the seat of his tight blue jeans. I lightly massaged his buns and pulled his crotch against mine. "Mmmm," he sighed in reply as he pressed his crotch against me and slowly slid his hands up and down my back in a smooth caressing motion. "I've been wanting to do this ever since we first met," he whispered when he pulled back again. "So I gathered from our video chats," I laughed. "No, that's not... I mean... It's... That was fun, but this..." "I know," I finally said, leaning in for another gentle, soft kiss. I could feel his body molding itself to mine. Holding each other tighter. Exploring with eager but tender hands. Finally, I let my lips part and licked Stewart's lip. He pulled back quickly and looked at me with eyes wide open. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he laughed. "I just wasn't expecting..." "Well, now that you are...." I raised a hand to the back of his head and pulled him into another kiss. He hesitated momentarily, and then he let his jaw slacken. His lips parted slightly. The tip of his tongue touched mine. And he giggled. "Seriously?" I said. "I'm sorry," he replied, looking embarrassed. "It just tickled." "You'd better get used to it, because I want to do this a lot," I warned him. "Sounds good to me," he replied, and we tried again. His tentative reserve melted away and our mouths finally engaged in a powerful kiss that curled my toes. I was shocked by how different it felt from any other kiss I'd had...and I'd had a few. "Wow!" Stewart finally gasped. "That was..." "Wasn't it," I laughed, spinning him around in my arms and pulling him back against me. I stretched my neck to nibble on Stewart's ear as one hand felt the firm muscles of his chest and the other hand felt the cock firming up in his jeans. Suddenly, Stewart started laughing again. "Stop it!" he said as he pulled away from me. "What?" I asked. "I'm ticklish. Not just ticklish. Really ticklish," he admitted. "Super ticklish." "That sounds fun," I commented, leering at him before lunging toward him. "No!" he shouted as he tried to avoid me. He jumped onto the nearest bed and out the other side. I ran around the foot of the bed. When I got near him, he jumped back on the bed. This time, though, I was too quick for him and managed to grab the back of his shirt. He fell backward and I fell forward. We piling on top of each other in the center of the bed, and I immediately began tickling him. "No, no, don't!" he yelled, laughing and squirming under my fingers' assault. "Don't what?" I laughed, pushing up his shirt and exposing his smooth, muscled chest. He continued to squirm as I continued to tickle him. I had him pinned, and I leaned down to blow raspberries on his belly. "That! That!" he laughed. "Uncle! Uncle!" I collapsed on top of him. We were both panting and laughing with our faces only a few inches apart. He gave me a huge smile, and I had to lean in to kiss him again. There was no other option. It had to be. "This feels good," he whispered after I'd turned my head and rested it on his shoulder. "It does," I whispered back. "So does this," I added, gently grinding my crotch against his. "Sure does," Stewart agreed. As we kissed yet again, I slid off to the side. Without breaking the kiss, I ran my hand down Stewart's smooth, muscular body. When my fingers reached his waistband, I could feel Stewart inhaling to make it easier for me to go where I wanted. "Mmmm," I sighed as my fingers ventured into the darkness and discovered that Stewart was going commando. "Mmmm," Stewart moaned back when my fingers found the head of his cock and slowly started to work deeper. Gently rubbing down the shaft. Continuing the progress until my fingers had curled around his balls. I paused and looked at Stewart until he looked at me. "What?" "Did you shave?" I asked with a grin. Stewart literally blushed before admitting, "Yeah, I wondered what it would feel like." "Feels pretty smooth to me," I laughed, gently caressing his shaved balls. "Ungh," Stewart moaned, closing his eyes and arching his crotch up against my exploring hand. "That feels good." "Sure does," I whispered in his ear before nibbling on the lobe. "OH SHIT!" Stewart yelled. I raised my head and looked to see his head lifted off the pillow, a look of pain on his face, his eyes bulging, and his mouth open in a silent scream. Before I could ask what the matter was, I felt my hand and forearm bathed in a warm, wet, stickiness that grew and grew. I felt Stewart's cock throbbing as it filled his jeans with cum. "Talk about a hairpin trigger," I laughed. "Fuck you," Stewart growled, grabbing my arm and yanking my hand out of his jeans. I was stunned as he jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "I'm sorry!" I called out. "I didn't mean it!" He'd started the shower running, so I didn't know whether he heard me or not. "Stewart?" I called again. "I'm sorry." When Stewart still didn't respond, I returned to the bed and stretched out to wait for him to finish his shower. He couldn't stay in the bathroom all night. With the shower running, it was hard to be absolutely positive, but I was pretty sure I could hear noises from next door that indicated Ted was being initiated into the Wharton-Dieter sex circle, and I was sorry I was missing it. ***** Stewart eventually did emerge from the bathroom, and my cock jumped to see him in nothing but a towel around his waist. "I'm sorry," I apologized yet again. "Forget about it," he replied, and then he crossed the room to stretch out on the other bed. He grabbed the remote from the nightstand between the beds and turned on the television. "Can we talk about it?" "What's there to talk about?" he grumbled. I rolled off my bed and joined him in his, but he still didn't look at me. He just kept flipping through the television channels. "You're not the only guy in the world who gets overexcited now and then. The first time I ever did anything with a guy, I shot off as soon as he touched my dick." "Then I guess we're about even," Stewart grunted. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "The only difference is that it was the second time instead of the first." "Wait. What? You said--" "I lied." Stewart continued to refuse to look at me. "I've never been with anyone before. The blowjob you gave me is all the sex I've had with another guy. And whatever that was earlier." "But you said you once..." "I lied!" Stewart repeated, finally looking at me, and I could see he was close to tears. "From that blowjob, I knew you knew what you were doing. I didn't want you to think I was... Oh fuck!" Stewart rolled away from me, and I knew he was crying. I just spooned up behind Stewart and worked my arms around him. I pulled us tight together. "It's okay," I whispered. "Really, I understand. I do." I could feel Stewart starting to relax in my arms. For a while, we just stayed motionless with the television blaring. "Turn around," I finally whispered. Stewart hesitated, but then he rolled over so he was facing me. One look at those huge, sad eyes, and I nearly started crying too. Instead, I just tilted my head and returned to the soft kissing that had started it all. Stewart was stiff for a moment, but then I could feel him relaxing in my arms. I could also feel his cock stirring under that towel. I let one hand slide down to his thigh and then work up under the towel and around to grip his butt cheek. I pulled him closer so he could feel the hardness of my cock too, and I kissed him with more urgency. "Oh, Woody," he moaned when my lips slid across his cheek and down his neck. "Can we try again?" "What do you think we're doing?" I asked, pushing him over on his back and undoing the towel to expose his rigid cock. I stared with fascination at the smooth cock and balls. They were somehow both odd and intriguing at the same time. "Damn, you're hot," I muttered. "You think so?" Stewart asked. "You have looked in a mirror, haven't you?" I laughed. "Yeah, but..." "Definitely," I assured him, as I struggled out of my own clothes, eager to feel his warm flesh against mine. "Oh yeah," I sighed when I finally lowered my naked body onto his and felt him wrap his arms around me. "Oh yeah," Stewart sighed in agreement before we kissed some more as our bodies seemed to melt together, becoming one. Finally, I sat up, straddling Stewart's belly. "What?" he asked. "I just wanted to look at you," I assured him before reaching out to plant my palms on his chest. As I started to move them, wanting to feel every inch of his body, Stewart started to squirm and even giggled again. "Relax," I whispered. "Just relax." He did his best and seemed to succeed for the most part. As my hands continued to explore his chest and belly, the squirming seemed to subside and the twitches began to disappear. "That's better," I whispered. "It feels good," he sighed, placing the palms of his hands on the back of mine and then running his hands slowly up and down my forearms. "Mmmm," he moaned when I leaned forward and began licking and nibbling on one of his nipples. I could feel him gently thrusting his crotch up in a seemingly involuntary reaction to the stimulation I was giving him. Finally, I sat up and asked, "Do you want to try it?" Stewart opened his eyes and looked down at my dick rising over his belly. I could see the look of doubt cross his face before he said, "I..." The uncertainty was clear as his voice trailed off. "You can fuck me if you'd rather take this in smaller steps," I smiled at him. "I think that would be better," he said with a look of relief. "Let me get ready, then," I said, climbing off the bed, turning off the television, and going to retrieve the lube from Dad's bag. "Got it," I said, waiving the lube at Stewart, who finally grinned as if the earlier episode had been completely forgotten. A sudden knocking on the door broke into our fun and games, though, and Stewart quickly pulled the towel back over himself. I motioned for him to be silent. "Woody, are you in there?" Dad finally called out as he pounded on the door again. "You have the key." "Come back later!" I yelled. Stewart stared at me, but I made a face to assure him that everything would be okay. "There's a diner on the corner," Dad finally called back. "Meet us there when you're ready." "Okay!" I replied, opening the lube and squirting some on my fingers. "Time to get ready," I whispered to Stewart before reaching around to work the lube into my ass. "They'll think... They'll know..." Stewart was on the edge of panicking. "Relax," I said, finishing my preparations. "They're cool. Your dad's cool. My dad's cool. Are you cool?" Stewart hesitated, but then he opened the towel again. "I'm cool," he finally replied with a smile. His cock had deflated a bit during the interruption, so he started stroking it back to full size. "Just don't start without me this time," I said, climbing on the bed. "Fuck you," he laughed. "That's the entire idea, virgin boy." "Be gentle with me," he said with a straight face before cracking up laughing. "How do you want to do this?" I asked. "Uh, my dick in your ass?" he replied, obviously uncertain what I meant. "I meant, do you want me on top or you on top or doggy or what." "Whatever feels the best and lasts the longest," he replied earnestly. "How about we start with me on top and see how it goes from there?" "Sounds good to me," Stewart agreed. "Okay, just relax and enjoy," I said as I straddled Stewart's crotch and reached behind me to grab his dick to guide it in. "Oh god," he moaned when he felt my hand on his cock. "Just breathe slowly and relax," I whispered soothingly to him. "Breathe. Relax. That's it." "Mmm," he whimpered when he felt his cock head starting to enter my asshole. "Breath," I whispered as I continued to lower myself onto him. When the head of his dick popped fully into me, Stewart's eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped open. "Relax, buddy, relax," I cooed, not daring to move, because it looked like he was on the verge of firing off again. I don't know how much time passed before Stewart's rapid breathing settled again and his grip on my thighs slacked off. "Okay," he whispered. "I'm okay." "That's a good boy," I replied as I once again started lowering my ass to take more and more and more of Stewart's cock slowly inside my ass. "Oh god," he moaned when I was firmly sitting in his shave lap. "That's so... So..." "It sure is," I laughed. "Now hold on for the ride," I added before starting to life my ass off of his cock. "Oh yeah," he growled. "Oh yeah," I agreed, sliding back down his shaft. "That's it. That's it. Feels good." "Sure does," Stewart agreed. "Oh, faster. Please." "You got it," I replied, increasing my riding rhythm and feeling Stewart stating to fuck his cock up to plunge into my descending ass. "Oh yeah," Stewart groaned as I rode him faster and faster. His hands gripped my flexing thighs. He let out a deep moan when I reached forward to grip a nipple tightly between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh god," he growled as his quickly grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his nipple. "That's too much," he panted. "I'll never last." "Wouldn't be the first time," I replied with a laugh and a smile that dispelled his momentary relapse into guilt over the earlier quick shooting round. "We'll just have to keep doing it until you get the timing right." "Sounds good to me," Stewart laughed with a huge grin. "Oh yeah, faster. Faster." After the tentative start, Stewart seemed to relax into a longer experience. I continued riding and riding and riding his cock until my thighs were getting tired. I finally stopped. "No, don't...!" Stewart objected. "I'm just going to change positions," I said. "No, please, I like this one. It feels good." "I can't keep it up for much longer," I replied, resuming my ride. "I can't either," Stewart laughed. "Oh god, yeah. That's it, Woody. That's it." He groaned as his fingers dug into my thighs. "Come on, Stewart, you can do it," I hissed, leaning forward and once again grabbing his nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh, Woody," he groaned as I increased the pressure. Pinching his nipple. Twisting his nipple. Slamming my ass up and down on his cock. Meeting his thrusting hips. Taking him in. Riding him. Wanting him. I gritted my teeth and pinched his nipple even harder. Once again, Stewart's eyes bulged out, a look of terror crossed his face, and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. I leaned forward and gripped both of his nipples, squeezing them hard. "Do it, Stewart. Do it!" I growled. "FUCK!" he finally screamed as he pumped his hips up, thrusting his cock in and out of my ass, nearly hurling me forward with the urgency or his fucking. "OH, WOODY," he bellowed, "OH, WOODY, I'M GONNA... OH, WOODY..." "CUM, STEWART. SHOOT. FILL MY ASS, BUDDY!" Stewart continued pulling out and plunging back in. Quick exit. Faster entrance. Out. In. Out. In. "OH, WOODY!" "DO IT, STEWART!" "FUCK!" Stewart roared, and I knew he was gone. I could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing as it entered me. "OH, WOODY, I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU." He kept repeated those three words over and over and over again as I knew his jizz was shooting into me. His body was trembling. His head was lifting up and slamming back on the pillow. Again and again as his cock kept plunging and shooting. "I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I..." I was completely frozen, unsure what to do. Stewart was so far gone that he didn't notice. "Oh, Woody," he sighed when his body finally went limp and I sat back down on his lap with his cock still up my ass. "That was... Wow." "Thanks for the ride," I finally said, trying to act as if he'd never said what he'd said. "Oh, sorry, let me," he offered as he reached out for my cock, which was resting on his belly. "No, I'm good," I said, slipping off of his cock and rolling over onto my back beside him. "I have to save some energy for the courts," I laughed. "I guess so," he sighed, curling up against my side and resting his head on my chest. "Thanks, Woody," he whispered. "Any time," I replied, gently stroking his hair as a million and one thoughts flew through my mind. ***** We must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Dad was pounding on the motel room door again. "Open up, Woody. We can't stay out here all night!" I quickly disentangled myself from Stewart's naked body and, for some strange reason, pulled the blanket over his crotch. Never mind the fact that I was completely naked when I opened the door for Dad and Ted. "Shhhh," I hissed, "Stewart's asleep." "Wore him out, did you?" Ted growled with a grin. "Shut up," I replied, turning to walk back toward the bed. "We brought you some food," Dad said softly. "Not hungry," I mumbled, climbing back into bed beside Stewart. I didn't look back at Dad or Ted. I didn't want to see what they were thinking. I was doing more than enough thinking for myself again as Stewart moaned, cuddled up against me, and enfolded me in a tight, warm embrace. "Turn off the lights," I growled. I suddenly didn't want Dad and Ted to be looking at me and Stewart. ------------------- 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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