Date: Mon, 22 May 2017 15:58:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Wood, Part 4 (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 4 "Oh yeah, dude, suck my dick. Damn, you must be new here. I know the technique of all the regular cocksuckers that hang out in the park. Still, sometimes eagerness is even better than expertise," my anonymous new friend rambled on as I sucked his cock through the restroom gloryhole. I wasn't sure how to take that last comment, whether it was an insult or a compliment. So, I just moaned a noncommittal response and kept swallowing that delicious young cock as it thrust into my eager throat. Again and again and again. When the guy started grunting, I knew he was getting close. I pulled my mouth off of his dick and started stroking the shaft rapidly. I kept my mouth and tongue close to the bobbing head. I occasionally flicked my tongue across the piss slit and elicited a moan from the guy every time. "Oh yeah, faster, dude, faster. Pump my dick, bud." "You've got a nice dick," I replied as I worked. He seemed so talkative that I didn't worry about Coach Dieter's warning that most restroom warriors preferred complete anonymity. "Not bad," he moaned modestly. "Oh fuck, you wanna swallow, dude?" "You gonna cum?" I asked, although it was more teasing than questioning. From the throbbing of his cock, the increased loudness and frequency of his grunts, and the rapid thrust of his dick into my pumping fist, there was no doubt that this guy was close. "Oh god, yeah," he groaned. "You want me to eat your cum?" I asked innocently. "FUCK YEAH, DUDE!" "Good," I laughed before quickly engulfing the head of his cock with my lips. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," he grunted as I continued pumping his throbbing shaft. "OH FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, DUDE. I'M GONNA CUM!" I dug the tip of my tongue into his slit, pumped him rapidly, and waited for my reward. "FUCK!" he roared as my mouth was filled with a gushing load of cum. Shot after shot. His smooth thrusts became erratic and desperate as he continued to unload and I continued to suck, swallow, and savor his seed. "Wow, thanks, dude. I needed that." "Any time," I laughed. My anonymous friend pulled his cock back through the gloryhole, and I expected him to bolt from the restroom at any moment. Instead, after a bit of shifting around and zipping up, he said casually, "Your turn." "What?" I asked, not following him at all. "Don't you want me to suck you?" he asked. "Uhhh..." My cock throbbed, but his casual, friendly manner had caught me off guard. "Or are you waiting for someone in particular? I'm guessing it's Deep-Throat Daddy," he laughed. "Who?" I asked, chuckling at the nickname. "Don't know who," he replied. "I've thought about sticking around once or twice to find out, but it's really hot walking down the street and thinking it could be any man in town." "I guess," I replied noncommittally. "He can swallow cock deeper than anyone else that hangs out here, and he does some amazing things with his throat muscles. I've never felt anything like it." I knew immediately that he was talking about my grandpa. The description matched exactly what Gramps had done to my cock without realizing it was me. I wondered how many other cocks Gramps was sucking in this town. "Umm," my friend mumbled, "you're good too." He'd obviously taken my silence for disappointment at him not praising my skills. "Fuck off," I laughed. "Yeah, Deep-Throat Daddy blew me on Sunday." "Damn, sorry I missed that. I was stuck at home with my mom and grandpa going at each other." "Your grandpa fucks your mom?" I blurted out. "Fighting, dude, fighting," he laughed. "Oh, right," I mumbled with a little embarrassment. "So, you want me to suck you or not?" "You don't have to just because I sucked you." "Hey, if I'd got here before you, I would have been sitting in the receiving cubicle instead of you," he laughed. "Is that what this is?" I asked curiously. "Generally. Although, after things get started, it can change. But yeah, if all a guy wants is to get sucked, he never goes into that stall. I think it's kind of toilet tradition," he laughed. "Thanks for the tip. I guess I was just lucky I got it right by accident this time," I laughed. As I thought about it, though, it made sense. Coach Dieter made me use that cubicle the first time he brought me into the restroom to suck his cock. And when I'd accidentally stumbled on Grandpa's services the next day, he was the one sitting in that cubicle. "Well, if you don't want a blowjob..." "I didn't say that," I replied, but obviously not fast enough, because I heard his cubicle door opening and saw his feet disappear as he exited. "Hey, is this your basketball?" "Uh, yeah," I replied, making a mental note to figure out somewhere to hide my ball while I was busy in the cubicles. Leaving it by the sink cut into the anonymity factor. On the other hand, maybe guys seeing it would be turned on by the thought of getting it on with a player. "Wanna shoot some hoops?" he asked casually. "Uh..." "Oh, hey, sorry. My dad always says I talk too much. I just figured a guy who sucks cock and plays basketball could be fun to hang out with. After all, they're two of my favorite activities," he laughed. "Okay, give me a chance to clean up," I said quickly before I could change my mind. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my face in case it had any cum on it. I took a quick look at my T-shirt to make sure it was spotless. On the other hand, there was a huge wet spot in the front of my shorts where my hard cock had leaked without me noticing while I was eagerly sucking cock. I stood up and pulled my T-shirt down to try to hide the spot, with only marginal success. "Oh well," I muttered to myself as I opened the cubicle door and stepped out to greet my new friend. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor when I came face to face with a smiling guy who couldn't have been much older than I was. "Tall, dark, and handsome" didn't do him justice. Neither did "fit" or even "hot." Seriously, I couldn't believe a guy who looked like he did needed to hang out in the park restroom for sex. And then I remembered that he'd offered to suck me. My cock throbbed and probably doubled the size of the wet spot on my shorts. "Wow, dude, the rest of you is as hot as your mouth," he said, and I swear I must have blushed. I knew I was in good shape, but I'd never had another guy look at me that way and say something like that. "Are you here on vacation?" he asked after I failed to respond. "I haven't seen you around before?" "Uh, I just moved here last week," I finally stammered. "Didn't take you long to find the hotspot," he laughed. "A friend introduced me to it," I smiled back. "Nice friend." "You go to the college?" I asked, still trying to figure out how old he was. "Thanks, dude," he laughed, "I'm still in high school. Gonna be a senior" "Really?" I couldn't believe it. "Yeah, my parents screwed up the fuck schedule and had me at the wrong time of the year," he laughed. "Same here. I'm gonna be a senior too." "Cool," he said, giving me a head-to-toe glance, "this might be a good year after all." "That's just what I was thinking." "I'm Bear," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Horse," I replied, breaking into uncontrolled laughter. "Very funny," he said, smacking my hand away playfully. "Bear is short for Bernard." "Oh, okay," I said, regaining my composure. "I'm Woody. Short for Woodrow." "No one ever said parents had good taste in names," Bear replied. He picked up my basketball and dribbled it on the concrete floor. "You play ball, or just goof off." "I'll show you who goofs off," I said, stealing the ball in mid-dribble and rushing out of the restroom. "You fucker!" my new friend yelled as he dashed after me. Bear ended up beating me to the court and laughed, "I hope your skills are better than your speed." "First to 20?" I suggested. "How about 50? Let's make it interesting." "You wanna make it interesting?" I laughed. "How about loser gets fucked." "You're on dude," Bear replied without any hesitation. I wasn't sure whether that meant he was confident he would win or that he would enjoy losing. I definitely planned on winning. Coach Dieter had shown me how good it felt to fuck ass, and I wanted more. After a long session of hot, sweaty, body-bumping play, we ended up at 48 all. The ball was in my possession and my cock was almost in that ass. One more basket was all I needed. "You ready for that ass to get fucked?" I laughed, preparing to make my final play. "You're a long way from my ass," Bear replied, getting into defensive position. "Big talk," I laughed as I started dribbling the ball and prepared to fake him out. Quick as lighting, though, Bear lunged toward the ball. I bounced it to my other hand and was surprised when he didn't stop his forward motion. I was even more surprised when he latched on to my cock with a deathgrip. "Fuck!" I yelped. "Not yet," he laughed as his cock-grip kept me from moving and the ball got away from me. My cock, as usual, had a mind of its own and started to grow. "Damn, I don't think I'm ready to get fucked by this yet," Bear said before finally releasing his grasp and making a dash for the ball. I grabbed Bear's shorts to stop him, but he just kept plunging forward. When his shorts slipped down over his ass, I let go of them although I should have held on. The muscles rippled in those butt cheeks as he scooped up the ball and drove around me for a quick layup. "50 fucker!" Bear yelled, pumping one fist and pulling his shorts back up with the other. "If you would have shown me that promised land sooner, I would have tried harder," I laughed. "Yeah, yeah, you wanna get fucked, and you know it," Bear laughed as he retrieved the ball and dribbled it toward me. "Good game, bud." "Thanks." I hesitated a bit and shifted from foot to foot before finally admitting, "I've never been fucked before." "Oh, okay, that's cool," Bear replied, passing the ball to me. "You wanna just suck me again instead?" "No," I said nervously, "I think I wanna get fucked." "Cool, dude," he replied, grabbing his crotch and adjusting his cock. "There's no cool-down better than a slow fuck." "Sounds good to me," I laughed. "Restroom?" "I think we can do better than that for your first time," Bear laughed. "I don't live far, and no one's home." "What if we get caught?" "They'll probably be relieved that it's my cock up your ass instead of yours up mine," Bear laughed. "Come on." I followed Bear, and we passed the basketball back and forth as we went. No one driving by would have guessed that I was on the way to my first butt-fuck. And I wouldn't have guessed that Bear lived in the house he stopped at. "You live here?" I asked. I thought my grandparents' two-story traditional house was nice, but Bear's house was impressive, almost intimidating. It was a two-story house as well, but it was brick with columns and the whole nine yards. It was like something out of "Gone With the Wind." "Yeah, is that a problem?" Bear asked, giving me a strange look. "No, I just wasn't expecting a mansion." "It's been in the family for several generations," Bear replied casually. "So's ours, but it doesn't look like this," I laughed. "Well, if you'd rather get fucked in a cinderblock park restroom than a fancy house, it's your call," Bear grinned. "After you, Sir," I said with a slight bow. "Fuck you," Bear laughed as he headed up the walk to the front door. "I thought you'd never ask," I laughed, following him. The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside, but when we got to Bear's room, things started getting back to normal. It looked like any other teenager's room. Nothing particularly special, including the dirty clothes strewn all over the place. I felt much more at ease. "Nice cave, Bear." "I like it," he replied, taking off his T-shirt, dropping it on the floor, and throwing himself on the unmade bed. "So, let's see what you've got," he added, clasping his hands behind his head and kicking off his sneakers. For a moment, all I could do was stare at the dark matt of hair on his chest as it rose and fell, and then my gaze slid over to his dark, hairy pits. The light amount of hair on his arms and legs hadn't prepared me for this view. To hide my surprise, I quickly tugged my T-shirt off over my head and dropped it to the floor. "Not bad," Bear observed, but I was still embarrassed by my smooth, almost hairless body. "I wish I had hair like you," I admitted. "Yeah, not bad, is it," he replied, taking one hand from behind his head and running it through the hair on his chest before gliding it down along his treasure trail and slipping it inside the waistband of his shorts. "Got quite a thick bush, too," he bragged. I could feel my cock straining against my jockstrap and shorts as I watched Bear obviously begin to play with himself inside his shorts. "Looks like you're still hiding the real prize," Bear growled. I continued to look at Bear as I kicked off my sneakers, undid my shorts, and bent over to push them to the floor. "Nice," Bear commented when I stood up and revealed the head of my growing cock already poking out above the waistband of my jockstrap. "Thanks," I replied, casually playing with the exposed head. "Turn around," Bear ordered, and I obeyed. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna like tapping that," he said when my butt was facing him. I stopped and bent over to give him a better view as I pushed my jockstrap to the floor and stepped out of it. "Mmmm," Bear sighed. I wasn't sure whether he was responding to the view or to the pleasure he was giving himself, so I completed the turn and faced him with my cock now standing at full attention. "Damn, you're even bigger than you felt on the court," Bear observed. "Yeah, I never really appreciated what I had until recently," I laughed. "Well, what are we waiting for?" Bear asked as he raised his hips and shoved his jock and shorts down over his thighs. "Don't ask me," I said as I eagerly jumped on the bed with Bear, grabbed his jock and shorts, and yanked them off over his feet. "Oh yeah," I moaned looking at his hard, flexing cock and the thick bush of pubes that surrounded it. I leaned forward and gave the underside of the shaft a lick from his balls to the tip. In response, Bear's dick bounced and slapped me on the cheek. "Sorry," Bear laughed. "That just felt so great." "No problem," I smiled, reaching up to wipe a streak of precum off my cheek and then lick my fingers clean. "Mmmm, you can slap me with your cock any time you want if you just keep producing more of that tasty stuff," I laughed. "Oh, there's lots more where that cums from," Bear replied with a raised eyebrow. I moved forward to swallow Bear's cock, but he planted his hand on the top of my head and shoved me backward. "That wasn't the bet," he said suggestively. "Just getting you ready." Bear stretched over to his nightstand, grabbed a tube of KY, and tossed it to me. "Then use this." I silently flipped the lid and squeezed some of the cool fluid into my palm. It felt really good. But it felt even better when I reached out and wrapped my fist around Bear's shaft. Bear moaned as I gently stroked up and down to coat his dick with the lube. "Oh yeah, get my dick good and slick." After squeezing more lube directly on Bear's cock head, I started a modified figure-eight motion that worked the head and the shaft in smooth continuous motions. Bear moaned again, and I suddenly had the inspiration to lean down and begin sucking on his hairy ball sac. "Oh god yeah," Bear growled deep in his throat. I continued stroking Bear's dick and eating his balls until he finally said, "We'd better get your ass ready and fast!" "Okay," I replied, getting ready to work lube into my ass just like I'd done to Coach Dieter's ass before I fucked him. "No, I wanna do it," Bear said, sitting up and taking the lube from me. "Get on your hands and knees." I quickly spun around onto my hands and knees with my ass facing the head of the bed. I could feel the mattress shifting as Bear went on the move as well. I looked over my shoulder to see him kneeling right behind my ass. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I laughed. "Not a damn thing," Bear replied as he slowly began working lubed fingers into my ass. "Oh shit," I moaned. "Maybe later," Bear laughed, "after I pack it good and solid for you." "Oh yeah," I sighed as Bear worked even more lube and more fingers into me. "You sure you've never had anything up here before?" Bear asked. "Sure feels inviting." "Only my own fingers," I admitted. "Yeah, nothing like fingering yourself while you're jacking off," Bear confirmed, "unless it's getting fucked while you jack off." "I'm ready to test that theory," I moaned, gently shoving my ass back on Bears probing fingers and feeling my balls and cock swinging slowly between my thighs. "One last chance to back out," Bear offered. "I'd rather back up on your cock," I replied. "Fuck me, bro." "You don't have to ask me twice," Bear said as he inched closer to me. I felt him place one hand in the small of my back. "Here we go," Bear warned me right before I felt him guiding the head of his cock between my butt cheeks. "Mmmm," I sighed when he found my pucker and rubbed his head back and forth over it gently. "You're sure you're ready?" Bear asked. "Definitely," I confirmed, gently pushing my ass back against his cock as he started to press forward. I inhaled deeply and willed my butt to relax. I wanted Bear inside me, but I didn't want him to rip me open. "That's it, dude, relax. Let me in. Invite me in." "That's the plan." I took another huge, deep breath, held it for a second, and then let my entire body relax as I exhaled. "Oh yeah," Bear moan as his cock slid into me. No popping. No ripping. No slamming. With all of the lube and my relaxing, his dick literally did just slide into my butt. "You're a fucking pro." "Thanks," I moaned as he slowly continued to slide his dick into me. "Damn it feels like a reverse shit," I laughed as he continued to fill me with his meat. "I guess that's one way to look at it," Bear laughed. "Taking it in instead of pushing it out. Oh, Woody, your butt feels so good. So tight." "And so full," I added when I felt Bear's bushy pubes finally pressing against my ass. "I may not be as big as you, but I've never had any complaints," Bear laughed. "Well, if you don't want any complaints now, you'd better start fucking me." "Oh yeah," Bear moaned as he pulled his dick almost all the way out of my ass before sliding it back in, and out, and in, and out. "Oh yeah," I moaned in agreement, rocking forward and backward on Bear's cock. "Give it to me." "I plan to," Bear groaned as he gripped my hips and began to pull my ass back to meet his thrusting cock. Harder, deeper, harder, deeper. "Oh god, yeah, fuck me, Bear. Fuck me harder." Bear increased his speed, thrusting faster and yanking me backward faster. The slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room. The only thing louder was our mingled grunts and groans of pleasure. Soon, the sound of my own hard cock slapping against my stomach as it swung more violently back and forth was added to the mix. In spite of the volume of the sex noises, the sound of a car honking in the driveway blared into our sex-crazed consciousness. "Oh shit," Bear grunted. "We've gotta--" "I can't stop, Woody. I've gotta nut. I've gotta," Bear grunted as he started slamming my butt even faster and harder. "Okay, fuck me, bud, fuck me," I hissed, ramming my ass back to meet his cock and clamping my ass muscles as tight as I could to grip the shaft as it slid in and out of me. "I'm gonna cum, Woody. I'm gonna cum," Bear hissed between clenched teeth. "Do it, Bear. Fill my sweet honey pot," I groaned. "OH SHIT!" Bear growled, unable to restrain himself as the car horn honked again insistently. "TAKE MY CUM, WOODY!" "Give it to me, bud. Fill my ass with its first ever load of cum." "OH FUCK, YOUR VIRGIN BUTT!" Bear roared as he slammed his cock into me and began to unleash his load of cum. "VIRGIN! VIRGIN! WHORE!" he grunted with every thrusting, pumping delivery of his seed into me. With a final shudder, Bear gave my ass a hard slap and collapsed back on his bed, taking his cock with him and leaving my ass feeling wide open. "Shit," I moaned as I collapsed on the bed. "That was fucking... AMAZING!" Bear finally lifted his head off the mattress and looked at me. "Dude, what the fuck? Your sweet honey pot? Damn, you're funny," he laughed as he climbed over to lie beside me. "Well," I replied with a laugh of my own, "bears like honey, don't they?" "I guess they do," Bear said, leaning in to lick the nipple that was closest to him. "And I plan on dipping into your sweet honey pot as often as I can." "Is that a promise?" I laughed. "Oh yeah," Bear confirmed as the car horn sounded yet again before turning into one long blaring noise. "Only without my mom honking the car horn to hurry us up," Bear laughed. "Come on, get dressed," he added as the honking died out. Bear hopped out of bed and dug through the pile of clothes to find something to pull on. I climbed out of bed and discovered that my legs were really wobbly. I grabbed the mattress for balance as I leaned down, picked up a random T-shirt, and gave my ass a quick wipe. "What the fuck, dude," Bear laughed when he saw me cleaning up. "That's my shirt." "It's your cum, too, so we're even," I laughed, grabbing my own jock and shorts and pulling them on. "Shit, where's my shirt? I can't find it in this mess." "Screw you." "Again?" "Soon." "I give up," I said, just grabbing one of Bear's shirts at random and pulling it on. "I'll get it back to you." "You better," Bear said, opening his bedroom door as I pulled on my sneakers without tying them. "Come on." I followed Bear out of his bedroom and down to the kitchen, where his mother was angrily putting groceries away in the cabinets. "Hi, Mom," Bear said, attracting her attention. "Where have you been?" she asked angrily as she turned around and froze when she saw me. "Sorry, Mom, we didn't hear you," Bear answered with a straight face. "This is Woody. He just moved to town." "Nice to meet you, Woody," Bear's mom replied, switching quickly from angry to charming. "Nice to meet you too, Mrs., uh...," I stammered, realizing I had no idea what Bear's last name was. "Mrs. Dieter," she clarified, giving Bear a strange look, as if asking her son who this person was in her house without even knowing their last name. "We met at the park basketball court this afternoon," Bear volunteered, as if that explained everything. "I'm sure I told you my name," Bear laughed. "No, I'm sure I would have remembered that name," I said as my mind zoomed from thought to thought at a mile a minute. "Are you related to Coach Dieter?" I asked. "Did I hear my name?" Coach Dieter asked, stepping into the kitchen with his hands full of groceries. "More likely they were talking about me," said the man behind him who must have been about the same age as my grandpa. "Take your pick," Bear laughed. "Coach Dieter is my dad, and Old Coach Dieter is my grandpa. Guys, this is Woody..." "Wharton." I volunteered. "Clint Wharton's son," Coach said casually to his own dad. "Hello, Coach," I said as casually as possible. "You know each other?" Bear asked with surprise. "I caught some of his ball skills in the park over the weekend," Coach replied. "You're gonna have your hands full keeping up with him, Son." "Don't I know it," Bear said, giving me a knowing nudge. "We had a pretty close game of one-on-one this afternoon." "Can you discuss basketball later and go bring in the rest of the groceries before the frozen things melt?" Bear's mother asked. "Come on, Woody," Bear said, and I started to follow him. "Wait for me," Coach Dieter called as he followed me. "Don't wait for me," Old Coach Dieter laughed, closing the door behind his son. As Bear retrieved a load of groceries from the car, Coach Dieter whispered in my ear, "Looks like Bear won." "What?" I asked, looking around to see Coach's wicked grin. "There's more where these came from," Bear said as he disappeared back into the house with an armload of groceries. "Or was it a flexible bet with options?" Coach laughed, giving my butt a pat. "Oh shit," I hissed, when I felt my own seat and discovered a wet spot where my ass was obviously leaking Bear's recent load. "No, I think that's cum," Coach replied. "Sorry I didn't get to make the first deposit." "I can explain," I said nervously. "No explanations necessary. What you boys get up to on your own time is your own business, as long as you don't let his mother catch you," Coach said casually. "And as long as it doesn't affect your play on court," he added to end the discussion. "Of course not, Sir." "Now, let's get the rest of these groceries inside before the wife cancels my pussy privileges for the night." "If she does, you know where I live," I laughed, suddenly relaxed at the thought of all the fun I was going to have with this father and his son. For a split second, I couldn't help wondering if the two of them ever had fun together, and I wasn't thinking about on the basketball court. "Do I have to do it all myself?" Bear asked when he returned. "Sorry, Son," Coach said as he grabbed some bags. When he walked past me, he whispered, "Just keep your wet butt to the wall." "Yes, Coach," I laughed as he disappeared into the house. "Your dad's hot." The comment just jumped out of my mouth, but Bear didn't seem to give it any significance. "You think so?" he asked noncommittally. "Can you get that last bag? Thanks." I grabbed the final bag of groceries, closed the car door, and followed Bear into the house. We stood around the kitchen chatting as Mrs. Dieter put all the groceries away, and then I made my excuses to leave. "You need a ride?" Coach asked. "Thanks, but it's not that far." "But it's getting late," Coach countered, "and you don't know the area that well yet. Come on." "Okay, Coach. Later, Bear." "Later," he replied as I followed Coach out of the house. When we were in Coach's van, he turned to me and said, "Sorry to insist, but thinking about Bear fucking your ass has me so horny." "Will a blowjob do you?" I asked. "For now," Coach laughed. "But I expect a shot at that ass sometime in the near future. "Oh, I expect that too," I laughed. With a grin, Coach Dieter started up the van and drove into the evening twilight. Thanks to a quick stop at the parking lot near the park basketball court, I managed to get home with a load of Coach's cum in my stomach to match Bear's load of cum in my ass. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. If you did, feel free to let me know how much: hotfordads@yahoo.com. The more details, the better! And if you have picture proof of your enjoyment that can inspire me to keep writing, that's even better. ;) Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! For other stories by this author, check out www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads.