Date: Sat, 20 May 2017 15:50:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 3 (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 3 Dad was glad to hear that I'd met Coach Dieter and that it looked like there wasn't going to be a problem getting me on the team. After all, the basketball angle was what Dad had used to get Mom to agree to me living with him instead of her. "I hear he's as good a coach as he was a player," Dad commented at dinner that evening. "Better, if you ask me," Grandpa replied. "He was always a little too cocky as a player." "Well, whatever he did, it worked," Dad replied. "I didn't hear many complaints from our teammates or our coach." "Yeah, like Old Coach Dieter was going to complain about his own son's playing," Grandpa replied with a hint of annoyance. "Old news, Dad," my dad replied. "Get over it. Peter was better than the rest of us, and we knew it." "You were just as good as he was, if not better, but Hans favored his own boy." "Hans was my Coach Dieter," Dad clarified for my benefit. "How is he, anyway?" "Still ruling the roost, as far as I know," Grandpa replied. "I'm guessing that's what the call this afternoon was about. Peter's wife ordering him to get home and deal with his dad." "Join the club," Dad muttered, and I wasn't sure whether he was equating Peter's wife to Mom or Peter's father to Grandpa. Either way, it brought that discussion to an end, and Grandma took the chance to let us know that she expected us to go to church with her in the morning. Dad didn't contradict her, and I just kept my mouth shut. ***** I couldn't recall the last time I'd been in a church, and I wasn't all that excited by the idea. Still, I went to sleep resigned to the fact that I would have to get my heathen butt up in the morning and ready for church. When I did wake up, I looked at the clock and realized how late it was. I threw on some clothes and rushed downstairs only to discover that I was by myself in an empty house. I checked my phone and found a text from Dad: "Enjoy your morning. I'm biting the bullet for us both." I smiled and sent a quick reply: "Thanks." After scavenging up a reasonable breakfast and wolfing it down, I decided to head over to the park again. More time on the court wouldn't hurt me, and with luck, Coach Dieter might show up if his wife didn't use her pussy to drag him to church. A mental image of Coach Dieter sitting in the front pew with his wife riding his cock throughout the sermon cracked me up. I went back up to my room and threw on a new pair of shorts and a regular T-shirt. This time, though, I thought ahead and slipped on a jockstrap first. As much as I liked my cock and balls swinging free as I shot some casual hoops, I didn't want to get stuck in the same situation as I had the last time with no jockstrap to help restrain my surprise hardon. With cock in jockstrap and basketball in hand, I headed off to the park to discover that it was just as deserted as it had been the day before. Rather than the heat this time, although it was still hot, I figured most people were in church or just enjoying the morning off before filling the park for some Sunday afternoon fun. I was disappointed that there was no sign of Coach Dieter on the court in the distance. Maybe that was why, as I got closer and closer to the cinderblock restroom building, I could feel my cock getting harder. I couldn't help thinking that maybe he was waiting in there for me to suck his cock again. Whether he was or wasn't, my cock continued to grow, and my jockstrap soon got tighter and uncomfortable. I tried to tell myself that if I went inside, it was just to take my cock out and let it relax and soften, maybe take a piss if necessary. In reality, I knew that as I reached the restroom entrance, all I wanted to do was go inside and suck more cock at that gloryhole, whether it was Coach's cock or not. There was nothing rational about these urges at all, and I had to struggle to keep them under control as my mouth filled with saliva. In the end, my horny side got the better of me, and after taking a quick look around the park, I ducked into the restroom. I had a quick letdown when I discovered that there was no one at the urinals and I didn't see any feet in the nearest stall. Going back to my original plan, I put the basketball on the sink counter, stepped up to a urinal, unzipped my shorts, pushed down my jock, and freed my hard dick. It stood straight up, so there was no way I was going piss unless I stepped back and just sprayed an arch of piss at the urinal. After a few moments of nothing happening, I gave my cock a few casual strokes and moaned softly at the pleasure I was giving myself. An urgent tapping put me on guard, and my cock wilted a bit. I was almost ready to force my dick back in my shorts (if I could) and run, but I hesitated when the tapping was repeated again. This time, it was more casual, and it aroused my curiosity, among other things. With my hardened dick still out of my shorts and pointing the way, I stepped over toward the cubicles and saw that the door of the far one was shut while the nearer one was open. I bent down a little and saw a pair of dress shoes on the floor in the far cubicle. I guessed someone had left church early. I froze as one of the feet repeated the tapping for a third time, a little more urgently, or maybe it was impatiently. I finally slipped into the free cubicle and closed the door behind me. Immediately, I looked at the gloryhole that Coach Dieter had fed his cock through for me to suck the day before. I moved toward it and was taken aback when a finger was stuck through the hole and rubbed the edge. I moved a little closer, and the finger suddenly turned over and gave me the "come here" flick back and forth. Everything started to fall into place, and I realized that someone wanted to suck my cock instead of having me suck his. My mouth was disappointed, because it really wanted to be flooded with cum, but my cock was definitely excited and throbbing at the idea of getting pleasured. After one final moment of hesitation, I stepped up to the hole and started feeding my cock through. "Damn," the sucker hissed almost inaudibly when he realized how much I had to feed him. It apparently didn't intimidate him, though, because only seconds later, I felt his soft lips brushing across the head of my cock and clamping down on my pulsing shaft. "Mmmmm," the sucker moaned as he took more and more of my cock into his mouth until I finally encountered resistance. His hands slowly rubbed up and down the part of my shaft that was still exposed between his mouth and the gloryhole. I moaned and expected him to pull off, but instead, it was like another channel opened and my dick slide even farther into the guy's mouth. There was no doubt that my cock head wasn't just in his mouth; it was in his throat and slowly pushing deeper. I could feel him releasing his grasp as he swallowed more of my cock. I just pressed my hips against the divider and held my breath, waiting to see how much he could handle. "Mmmmm," the sucker groaned as he finally stopped swallowing me and wobbled his head back and forth, rubbing his nose in my pubes! "Damn," I groaned in acknowledgment of the fact that the fucker had swallowed my whole cock! "Shit," I moaned as he suddenly started doing what I can only describe as literally swallowing my cock. I could feel the guy's throat muscles contracting rhythmically to massage my entire shaft as his tongue slide back and forth across the underside of my dick. Nothing had prepared me for an expert blowjob like this. Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I slowly started pulling back. The sucker moaned his disappointment, and I reversed direct to feed him my cock again. The disappointed moan changed to a grateful groan. I started pulling out again and he reverted to the moan. With a smile, I started slowly fucking his mouth and enjoying the switch back and forth between moans and groans. It was my turn to moan when the sucker suddenly pulled off of my cock and began pumping his fist rapidly up and down my slick shaft. Faster and faster. Almost roughly. Tighter and tighter. "Oh god," I groaned when he suddenly started flicking his tongue back and forth over my piss slit. I began panting hard and fast as every muscle in my body tensed up. From the expert job the cocksucker was doing, I had no doubt that he knew how close I was without telling him. So when I felt his lips slide over my cock head and clamp down on my shaft, I knew he wanted to eat my cum as desperately as I had wanted to eat Coach Dieter's cum the day before. "UNGH!" I yelled when I couldn't hold back any more and the cum surged up my long cock and started spraying the inside of the cocksucker's mouth. "Mmmmm," the sucker moaned as he gulped load after load of my cum. More and more and more. If he was happy with the size of my cock, he had to be thrilled at the volume of my cum load. I just relaxed and let it pump into him. Grunting with every muscle contraction. "Whew!" I suddenly exhaled as the amazing orgasm started to subside and my body finally began to relax. I grabbed the top of the divider with my free hand just to keep from collapsing. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," the guy moaned contentedly as he suckled on my spent and increasingly sensitive cock. My body shuddered when he gripped my dick at the base and squeezed to the tip, but he was rewarded with a final shot of cum for his efforts. He then released his grip on my cock and let the head slip out of his mouth. I just stood there for a few seconds, feeling his hot breath on my spent cock. I waited for him to suck me back in, but time continued to pass. I could hear his breath settling down and knew he was finished. He had all he wanted. I was on the verge of thanking him for such a fucking amazing blowjob. I wanted to talk to him and get together again. At that moment, though, I remembered Coach Dieter laughing at me for not understanding anonymous sex. Without a word, I pulled my dick back through the gloryhole, tucked it back in my jockstrap (still with a little difficulty), quickly zipped up my shorts, and dashed out of the cubicle. I grabbed the basketball from the sink and rushed on out of the restroom. Afraid that I would screw up the anonymous nature of the encounter, I didn't even stop to wash my hands. I didn't look back as I rushed from the cinderblock building to the basketball court. I had so much adrenaline pumping through my body that I couldn't contain it. I just made shot after shot after shot. I ran from one end of the court to the other and back. Finally, I stopped to catch my breath and froze. There, emerging from the restroom was my grandpa! Before he could spot me, I ducked my head and dribbled to the other end of the court. I made a few shots and then headed back down the court to find Grandpa waiting for me. "Hey, Gramps, what are you doing here?" I asked casually. "Shouldn't you be in church?" I looked down and confirmed that he was wearing the dress shoes that I had seen in the cocksucker's stall. "I dropped your dad and grandma off, but I wasn't feeling up to it. I figured you were still sleeping, so I thought a walk in the park might be good for me. How long have you been here?" Was there a little apprehension in that question? "Just got here a couple minutes ago," I said casually. "Thought I had a chance for a little one-on-one with a guy that I almost ran into as he came out of the restroom, but he wasn't interested." "That's too bad," Grandpa replied, but he definitely sounded relieved. I guess for a split second he might have considered the possibility that he'd just sucked his own grandson's cock. By throwing a mysterious stranger under the bus, I'd saved him from that thought. "You want to shoot some?" I asked, spinning the basketball in my hands. Grandpa laughed and asked, "You think I couldn't give you a run for your money?" "I wouldn't be surprised," I replied. I don't think Grandpa could do anything to surprise me more than being able to suck cock as expertly as he had just done. I had a whole new respect for him. I was also seeing him in a whole new light. For a guy in his 50s, I had to admit that he was pretty hot. Of course, knowing how good he was at sucking cock might have had something to do with that evolving appraisal. "Well, let's see what you've got," Grandpa said as he started unbuttoning his dress shirt. I gulped as he took of the shirt and revealed the tight T-shirt underneath, and then I quickly turned away do drive for a layup. "First one to 20 wins," I said when I turned back to Grandpa after finally regaining my composure and realizing how grateful I was to have my jockstrap doing it's best to control my cock. "I don't think I'm up for one-on-one," Grandpa admitted. "How about a game of Horse instead?" "Uh, sure," I replied, remembering I was still in the middle of a game of Horse with Coach Dieter where the prize was fucking or getting fucked. "You can go first," I said, tossing Grandpa the ball. "What are we playing for?" Grandpa asked. For a moment, I had the urge to say, "To see if you fuck as well as you suck." Instead, I just said, "For fun." "Is that what you and Coach Dieter played for?" "Uh..." "Did I hear my name?" Coach Dieter asked walking up behind us. "We were just going to play a game of Horse," Grandpa said. "You want to join us?" "Sure," Coach Dieter replied, walking up beside me. "Is our bet still on?" he whispered to me as Grandpa took the first shot. "Absolutely," I laughed as I ran to retrieve the ball. When all was said and done, I turned out to be the winner. Grandpa spelled out first, and Coach Dieter followed him. With Grandpa there, Coach wasn't able to use any of his horny sex tricks to distract me. "That was fun," Grandpa said as he walked over to retrieve his shirt. "So, which of us are you gonna fuck with?" Coach whispered in my ear while Grandpa was out of range. "Maybe I should keep it in the family?" I replied. That gave Coach a bit of a surprise and shut him up momentarily. "I think I'll be off," Grandpa said, walking back up to us. "You coming, Woody?" "I hope so," Coach growled under his breath. "What was that, Peter?" "Nothing, Mr. Wharton." "I think I'll shoot a few more baskets, Gramps." "Okay, just don't be too long. Sunday lunch and all." "Okay, one more game." "See you at home," Gramps finished as he turned and walked away. We shot a few baskets until Grandpa disappeared from view, and then I eagerly said, "Let's go to the restroom." "I've got a better idea," Coach said. "Follow me." I did as he instructed and we soon arrived at a nearby parking lot where the only vehicle there was a dark-blue van. "More privacy," Coach said as he unlocked the van and waited for me to climb in. He then followed me inside and closed the door. "Well, you won fare and square, Horse, so what's it gonna be?" he asked as he started taking off his clothes. "Fuck or get fucked?" After getting sucked by Grandpa earlier, there was only one right answer to that question according to my cock. It wanted to see if fucking was as much fun as getting sucked. I pushed my shorts and jock down to release my eager cock and asked nervously, "Can you handle this?" "I'll give it the old college try," Coach said, shucking off his shorts. "You sure?" I asked. "I'm not a butt virgin if that's what you're asking," Coach laughed. "Good," I said eagerly as I yanked off my shirt and kicked of my shorts and jock. Coach grabbed the waistband of his own jock, but I quickly said, "Keep it on." Coach chuckled and said, "Whatever you want, Horse." I watched silently as he got on his hands and knees with his ass facing me. I pushed up on my own knees and moved forward toward that glorious muscular butt. I reached out and ran my fingers up and down along the leg straps of the jock. I then pushed my fingers between the straps and the flesh and ran them up and down again. "You just gonna play around back there, or are you gonna get down to business?" Coach asked, "I don't have all day." "Oh, sorry," I said as I scooted forward and started pressing my cock between his butt cheeks. "No need to go from zero to sixty," Coach laughed. "Here, work some of this onto your cock and up my ass first." He picked up a tube of KY and held it out to me. "Sorry," I apologized again, taking the lube. "Relax, Horse. This is supposed to be fun. You're not getting graded on it." My laughter turned to a groan as I applied the first glob of cool lube to my cock and began stroking it in. "Don't forget about me, Horse," Coach said. "Oh, sh...," I started before catching myself. Instead, I squirted more lube on my fingers and pressed them between Coach's ass cheeks. "Getting closer," Coach laughed as I tried to locate his hole. "Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned when I succeeded in locating the target and began to work my fingers into him. "Mmmm, deeper," he sighed, and I complied. "Mmmm," he repeated as he began to fuck himself slowly on my fingers and I squirted more lube on my cock. "Oh yeah," I moaned softly as I stroked the lube along the full length of my shaft as Coach began to fuck his ass even more urgently on my fingers. "I'm ready whenever you are," Coach groaned. I pulled my fingers out of Coach's tight butt and scooted closer to him again. This time, when I grabbed my cock and pressed it forward, it slid smoothly through his cheeks until it hit the resistance of his pucker. Even lubed up, it was tight, and my cock slid off and up his crack toward his back. I pulled back and tried again. This time my cock slid off his hole and pushed forward to bump against Coach's balls. "I hope you're better at getting the basketballs in the hoop than you are getting your cock in my ass," Coach grumbled as he reached between his legs and grabbed my cock. "Oh fuck," I moaned, having flashbacks to where I shot instantly and uncontrollably the first time a man, my best friend's dad, touched my cock. "Not yet," Coach laughed as he firmly directly my cock to his asshole and held it in place. "Now, push, Horse." I did as instructed and still felt resistance, but Coach's fist kept my dick from sliding off the target this time. I just kept pressing my hips forward harder and harder until, at last, the head of my cock forced its way past the resistance and popped into Coach's ass. "Oh, fuck yeah," Coach moaned, tightening his grip to stop my forward motion. "It's so tight," I groaned. "What did you expect? It's an asshole, not a loose pussy. Okay, now slowly. Slowly. Yeah, that's it. Keep going, Horse. Fill my butt with that horse-cock of yours. That's it. That's it." "Oh god," I groaned as I felt more and more of my cock sliding up Coach's tight chute. "This feels better than I ever imagined," I moaned. "It feels pretty good to me, too, Horse. Keep pushing it into me. I can take it. I need it. Oh, fuck, do I need this." "Oh, Coach," I groaned when I could feel my pubes pressing up against his ass. "You've got the whole thing. That's all of it." "Mmmmmm," Coach moaned. "Let me get used to it for a minute." I relaxed and occupied myself by playing with the straps of his jock again. I don't know why they fascinated me so, but they did. I pulled them out and let them snap back. "Oh yeah," Coach groaned. "Do that again." I snapped the straps again and felt Coach's ass grip my cock even tighter as he moaned, "Fuck me, Horse, fuck me." There was such urgency in his voice that I did as ordered. I grabbed his hips firmly in my hands and started pulling my cock out of his ass as it gripped me tightly like a vice. "Oh god," I moaned, "I don't know how long I can last." "Then quit playing around and fuck me hard while it lasts. Do it, Horse!" "Oh, Coach," I groaned as my hips took on a mind of their own and began plunging my cock in and out of Coach's grasping ass. "Oh, Coach," I repeated. "That's it, boy. Fuck my ass. Harder! Harder! Oh yeah." I was slamming frantically into his butt and my groin was smacking against his flesh with a loud slapping sound. "Oh fuck, Coach, I can't...," I panted. "Do you want me to pull out?" I grunted. "Don't you fucking dare," Coach Dieter growled as he slammed his ass back to impale himself on my thrusting shaft. "I want every drop of that cum up my ass, Horse!" "Then get ready," I grunted, "because HERE IT CUMS!" "YEAH, SHOOT THAT FUCKING LOAD," Coach grunted. "FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR JUICE!" "I'M CUMMING," I moaned. "I'M CUMMING!" "BREED ME, HORSE!" "OH FUCK!" I yelled slamming my cock into Coach's ass and forcing a surprised moan out of him. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I grunted with every shot of cum deposited where Coach needed it. "THAT'S IT, HORSE, SHOW ME HOW BAD YOU WANT TO PLAY FOR ME!" "I DO, I DO, I DO, COACH," I grunted as my cock continued to fill his butt with my hot, creamy cum. "Oh, damn," I finally sighed as my body began to relax, "that was even better than getting sucked." "I would hope so," Coach laughed. "It felt pretty damn good to me." "Oh good. Sorry it didn't last longer." As if on cue, Coach's phone began to ring. He dug it out of his shorts while his ass kept a firm grip on my spent cock. "Hello? Yes. I know. Not much longer." I stifled a moan as Coach began gently rocking back and forth on my cock. "Okay, okay. Yes, I can stop at the store. No, I won't forget. See you soon." He turned off the phone and tossed it on top of his shorts. "I guess it's a good thing I didn't last longer," I laughed. "I wouldn't go that far," Coach contradicted me as he flexed his ass on my cock. "If you hadn't already filled my ass with cum, I would have ignored the phone this time. I've got my priorities straight," he laughed. "How about a second round then?" I asked, slowly pumping my cock in and out of him again. I wasn't as hard as I had been, but I was so deep up his butt that it really didn't matter. "I wish I could," Coach moaned, "I really do, but it will have to be another time. And there better be another time!" "Any time you want," I moaned, gradually increasing my thrusts. "Oh, what the fuck, she can wait a little longer," Coach grunted. "Show me how much stamina you have, Horse." "Oh yeah," I moaned as I continued to build speed for another hard fuck. "That's it," Coach grunted, again shoving his ass back on my prong. "Churn up that cum you already dropped in my ass." "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all just too good to be true. Nonstop fucking from my first fuck to the second. I settled into a nice, steady rhythm that seemed to be perfect for us both. A little while later, his phone went off again, but true to his word, Coach just let it ring and ring and ring as I continued to fuck his ass harder and harder and harder. The next time the phone rang, though, the Coach let it ring, but he also said, "I guess we'd better wrap this up, Horse. Sorry. Fuck me fast and hard if you want to shoot another load as much as I want another load inside me." "Okay, Coach," I grunted as I gripped his hips tightly and started to rabbit-fuck his tight hole. Faster and faster. Sweat dripping from my body to his. The air smelling of ass and cum. "I'm... I'm... I'm..." "Just do it, Horse. Drop that load in me." "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moaned between clenched teeth. "DO IT!" Coach ordered, and then he reached between his legs to grab my balls. "OH FUCK!" I yelled, more out of surprise than anything, and rammed my cock deep into his ass. "OH GOD YES," I moaned as he tightened his grip. "CUM, CUM, CUM," I grunted. He flexed his grip as if he was pumping the cum out of my balls and into his ass himself. There probably wasn't much left for my third cum of the day, but the orgasm felt just as amazing. I continued to pant heavily for a few moments, and then I wiped the sweat from my face as I began to relax. "Fuck! I don't think living here is gonna be so bad after all," I laughed. To emphasize my point, I gave Coach's straps another playful snap. "I know I'm gonna enjoy having you on the team if you keep performing like this." "Oh I will," I replied, slowly pulling my cock out of him at last. "I promise." "Oh yeah," sighed Coach as my cock popped out and he collapsed on the floor of the van. "I haven't been fucked like that in a long time. Thanks." His phone rang yet again, and he answered it. "Yes, I'm on the way. No, the store didn't have it. I'll be right there." He hung up, rolled his eyes, and said, "Sorry, kid, really got to go. You want a lift home?" "You mind? I'm running a bit late for some reason," I laughed as I watched him grab his T-shirt and give his ass crack a quick wipe before pulling on his shorts. Coach pulled another shirt out of nowhere and tugged it over his head. He saw me sitting there in all my glory and said, "You better get dressed too. I doubt dropping you off naked at your grandparents' house would go over very well." "Probably not," I replied, gathering my clothes up and starting to make myself presentable. By the time Coach dropped me off, I had assumed the innocent demeanor that everyone expected from me. Perfect, pure Woody...who had anonymously fed his own grandpa a load of cum before depositing two additional loads in his new coach's ass. All in all, this new life was turning out to be very interesting. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. 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