Date: Wed, 31 May 2017 14:25:36 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 5 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 5 Being butt-buddies with Bear Dieter turned out to be a great advantage when school started. He introduced me to all of his friends, without revealing the real nature of our friendship (as far as I knew), and they all accepted me from day one. I was really glad about that, since I was going to be on the basketball team with most of them and friendship makes for better teamwork. Okay, it wasn't quite that simple. Several of them had a "yeah, right" attitude when Bear told them I had some serious basketball skills, but after a lunchtime pick-up game, there weren't any doubters left. When I walked off the court, I saw that Coach Dieter had been watching us. "Not bad, is he, guys?" Coach Dieter said casually. Bear's friends all agreed with Coach, whether they really meant it or not. "I think he's going to be a valuable addition to the team when basketball season rolls around," Coach added. This time, he didn't wait for agreement; he just walked past us, giving me a backward slap on the ass as he went. "Looks like one starting spot might not be as secure as it looked for you guys an hour ago," Bear laughed. "Come on, Woody." As soon as we were out of earshot of the others, Bear asked, "You wanna come over to my place after school? I really need to get off." "Sure," I agreed casually. "Or would you rather hang out at the park restroom?" he laughed. "Whatever you want. I'm easy." "So, I've noticed," he grinned. "See you out front after school." "Okay," I agreed as we went our separate ways in the hall. Of course, I couldn't concentrate for the entire afternoon. My cock, my own personal concentration detector, kept getting hard every time I thought about being with Bear. We'd gotten to know each other's bodies, needs, and desires pretty well over the last few weeks, but it was still hot to fuck around with him, even if he hadn't given in to the idea of being fucked by my horse dick. By the time the final bell rang, I was so worked up that I wanted to ravage Bear's ass for the first time, whether he was ready or not. In fact, the moment I saw him again, I whispered, "I really wanna fuck your ass this time." After a surprised pause, Bear replied, "Umm, okay, we'll see how it goes." "Hey, Bear," a girl said as she passed us. "When are we going out again?" "Soon, Sandy. Soon," he replied. "Promise?" she asked, licking her lips. "Oh yeah, I promise," Bear laughed. "See you later." Sandy frowned as if she was expecting "soon" to be then and there, but then she turned and walked away. "She sucks cock almost as well as you do," Bear whispered to me, "but her pussy is nowhere near as tight as your ass." "Fuck you," I said, giving him a shove. "Damn, you have a one-track mind," Bear laughed. "Come on." Later, in Bear's bedroom, I asked nervously, "So, uh, you... you like girls?" "What, are we in the third grade or something?" Bear laughed as he tossed his shirt on the floor and kicked off his sneakers. "I just thought..." I couldn't meet Bear's gaze, so I looked down at my fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons as I kicked off my sneakers. "I'm an equal opportunity fucker," Bear laughed, undoing his jeans. "I'm up for anything, regardless of age, color, or sex. Is that a problem?" he asked, adding his jeans and underwear to the pile of clothes. "No, I guess not," I replied, although I had to admit to myself that it did make a difference. Yeah, I was still making an occasional trip to the park restroom to suck stranger cock and get sucked (usually by my own unknowing grandpa's expert mouth), but what I did with Bear seemed more special than that. Something apart from it. Not just sex. Shit, in that moment, I realized that I might be falling in love with Bear. "Glad to hear it," Bear replied, about his freewheeling sex drive not being a problem. "Now, what was it you wanted to do?" he asked with a laugh as he jumped on the bed and laid there spread-eagle. "Anyone home?" Coach Dieter's question echoed through the house. He was used to yelling over cheering crowds, so an empty house was no great challenge to him. "Shit," I groaned, zipping my jeans back up and grabbing my shirt from the floor. "Relax," Bear said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Dad's seen naked guys before." "The locker room isn't quite the same as his son's bedroom, though, is it," I observed as I sat on the edge of the bed to put on my sneakers, "even if it smells the same." Bear rolled his eyes, stood up, and dug a towel out of the laundry pile. "Yes, Mom." "Don't you ever wash this stuff?" "No, Mom," Bear laughed. He finished wrapping the towel around his waist just as the bedroom door swung open. "Oh, there you are," Coach Dieter said. "Mom's going to a movie with a friend, so it's just us guys tonight. How about pizza?" "Sounds good to me," Bear agreed. "How about you, H--... Woody? You wanna stay for pizza?" Coach asked. "Uh, I'll have to call Dad and make sure it's okay, but yeah." "Good, you do that, then, and I'll call my dad to make a pizza run on his way home from the gym. Damn, Bear, you really need to clean up this room. Smells worse than a locker room." Bear looked at me, and we burst out laughing. "Okay, Dad. Come on, Woody, grab a load and follow me." Bear picked up an armful of laundry and left the room. Coach raised an eyebrow at me to ask if I was really going to help Bear with his laundry. I just shrugged, picked up some clothes, and started to follow Bear. "I'd like to give you a load," Coach growled in my ear as I passed him. "I think Bear has more than enough loads for me to handle," I said, giving him a huge smile. "I'll bet he has," Coach called after me as I hurried to catch up with Bear. "Who has what?" Bear asked. "Nothing," I replied, following Bear down the hall and remembering how desperate I had been to fuck that ass. ***** "Damn, how hungry are you, Dad?" Coach Dieter asked Old Coach Dieter when he showed up with four large pizzas. "Growing boys have insatiable appetites," Old Dieter said as he put the stack of pizza boxes on the coffee table in the family room. "That's the truth!" Bear said, arriving with plates and handing them out to the rest of us. "Then you and Woody better dig in," Coach replied. "I'm gonna get a beer. Want one, Dad?" "Sure," Old Dieter replied. "Me too," Bear added. "Me too," I laughed. "Coming right up," Coach replied, and I looked at Bear with obvious surprise. "So, what do you boys want to watch?" Old Dieter asked as he turned on the TV system. "Some hot porn?" "Grandpa," Bear groaned, although he turned to me and made a quick motion like he was sucking cock, which made me laugh as I thrust my hips in a fucking motion. "We'll see what's on the premium channels," Old Dieter said without looking to see what we were doing. "Most of it amounts to porn these days anyway." "Beers for the old folks, and pop for the young snots," Coach said as he returned and placed a six-pack of beer and a six-pack of pop on the coffee table with the pizzas. "What's wrong with you boys? I thought you'd be sucking down those pizzas by now," he said, giving me a private wink. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Bear said as he filled his plate with pizza, grabbed a pop, and flopped on the sofa. "Thanks, Coach," I said, grabbing my own plate of pizza and a pop before flopping down beside Bear. "This doesn't look too bad," Old Dieter said after he found a movie right when everything on screen was exploding. He put a couple slices of pizza on a plate, grabbed a beer, and sat in a big recliner. "Guess this is mine," Coach said, just picking up the open pizza box and the rest of the beer six-pack and sitting in the recliner at the other end of the sofa. "Pig," Bear laughed. "When I wanna be," Coach replied, popping open a beer. By the time we were well into another movie, three of the four pizzas were gone and all of the beer and pop cans were empty. I'd seen the movie before, but it was one I liked, so I didn't mind seeing it again. "What?" I nearly shouted when Bear surprised me with an elbow to my rib. "Shhhh!" he said and looked at his dad and grandpa, who were both asleep. "They'll start snoring soon," he whispered, and we both stifled our laughter. I eventually went back to watching the movie but jumped again when I suddenly felt Bear groping my crotch. "Stop it," I hissed. "Why?" he whispered with a wicked grin as he felt my cock growing in spite of my nervousness. He continued to knead my hardening shaft, and I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. When he began to rub his hand up and down along the outline of my shaft, I started slowly humping against his palm. "Come on," he finally hissed, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. "Where are you two going?" Coach called before we'd managed our exit. "I need to use the restroom," I said quickly. "All that pop." "And he's gonna call home about staying overnight. Is that okay?" Bear asked. "Fine with me," Coach mumbled. "Your mother will probably pitch a bitch about cleaning up the guest room, though." "He can just share my room," Bear said. "The bed's big enough for two." "Whatever you want," Coach replied, finally closing his eyes again. "Bring us some more beers while you're at it." Bear fetched the beers and took them back to his dad while I called my own dad from the kitchen. He wasn't too sure about me spending the night at the Dieter house, but he eventually gave in. "I'm sorry you're not enjoying it here, Woody," he finished, and I had a sudden pang of guilt. "I am, Dad." "I mean here, with me." "And Grandma and Grandpa." I knew it sounded bitchy before I'd even finished. "I'm doing the best I can, but there aren't any jobs for me out there." There was no denying that he muffled a sob after that comment. "Look, I'll be home in a little bit, and we'll talk." "No, Son, you have fun." Before I could object, the line went dead, so I started to call him back. At that moment, though, Bear walked up behind me and started to grind his crotch against my ass as he reached around and started groping my own crotch. "The old guys are out of it, so now we can have some fun," Bear whispered in my ear. My knees almost buckled as he began chewing on my earlobe, and I'm sorry to admit, I forgot all about Dad. I turned around in Bear's arms and began kissing him urgently. Our lips battled as they exchanged saliva and delved into each other. I moaned into Bear's mouth when I felt him snake his hand into my jeans and rub his palm along my swelling shaft. I don't think I'd ever been so horny and desperate in my entire brief experience with man sex. "Oh god, I wanna fuck you right here," I moaned as Bear continued kissing me. "Why not?" Bear moaned back, dropping to his knees and undoing my jeans. "We can't," I hissed as he pulled my jeans and underwear down to release my growing cock. "Why not?" Bear repeated as he gripped my shaft with both hands and quickly began sucking on my sensitive cock head. "We'll get caught," I moaned, even though I was almost at the point of not caring. "So what," Bear paused to say as he continued to grip my cock and pump it firmly. "It will be worth finally finding out how this feels up my butt. "Oh god," I moaned when he licked my cock head again. "Are you really gonna let me fuck you?" "If you think you're man enough," he laughed. "Oh yeah," I said thrusting my cock head into his mouth and making him groan. He continued to slide his fists up and down my cock as he sucked the head. It felt good, but it wasn't what I wanted most, and I didn't know how much time we had. "I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you," I grunted. Bear released my cock and ran to the refrigerator. I continued to pump my own dick while I waited for him to return. "Butter?" I laughed. "It's the best we've got if you're in as big a hurry as it seems," he replied. "Besides, it's not real butter," he said, showing me the lid of a soft-serve imitation. "Oh fuck, let's do it." I couldn't believe how out of control I was. Maybe it was the residual thought of Bear wanting sex wherever he could get it. I wanted to prove he could get all the sex from me that he could handle. "It's cold," Bear warned, opening the container and scooping some out with his fingers. "That's fine," I hissed, but when he started slathering it on my cock, I got a shock. "SHIT! THAT'S COLD!" "I warned you," Bear laughed as he continued to pump my cock and the friction gradually began to warm everything up. "Shove some up your ass," I ordered, again shocked and a bit embarrassed by my own assertiveness. "Oh yeah, I like this side of you, dude," Bear replied with surprise as he obeyed me and started working the butter substitute into his ass. "DAMN! THAT IS COLD!" he laughed. "My cock will warm you up fast enough," I bragged. "Then let's get to it," Bear replied, standing up and leaning over the island in the center of the room to brace himself for my assault. I moved up behind him and pressed my buttered cock between his buns. "Oh yeah," he sighed when he felt the heat of my meat. "Mmmm," I moaned as I pressed the head of my cock against his buttered hole. "Relax, bud," I ordered. Again, Bear obeyed. I pressed firmly in the middle of Bear's lower back with one hand as I used the other hand to keep my cock on target. "Easy, bud, easy," I groaned as I continued to press my cock against his resisting pucker. I heard Bear inhale deeply, and then my hand on his back felt his body relax. Before I could adjust my pressure his ass opened for me and my cock rushed in quickly. "OH SHIT," Bear grunted at the sudden invasion. "Sorry!" I replied as I halted the advance and started to pull out. I probably would have pulled all the way out except that Bear's asshole had a death-grip on my shaft and that prevented my cock's head from making a full retreat. "You're going the wrong way, dude," Bear grunted, and I slowly started pushing forward. "Oh yeah, that's better," Bear sighed, adjusting to the slower invasion. "That's better. Keep going, dude. Keep going." "I will," I grunted as I shifted my hands to grab his hips firmly and pull his ass back onto my cock as I slid it deeper and deeper into him. "I shouldn't have eaten so much pizza," moaned Bear. "I should have left more room for your cock." "There's plenty of room," I replied, sinking the last couple inches into Bear's butt. "See," I moaned, "all in." "Oh fuck," Bear groaned, "you feel better than any cock I've had up my ass before." "And how many has that been," I laughed, but knowing I really was curious as well. "Only a couple on a regular basis," Bear moaned. "Oh yeah?" I laughed. "More of your restroom regulars?" "Something like that," Bear replied. "You gonna fuck me or just talk me to death?" "FUCK!" I hissed, but I wasn't answering Bear's question; I was panicking at the sight of Old Coach Dieter wandering into the kitchen. Bear and I froze. Motionless. Silent. Without a word or a glance in our direction, Old Dieter stumbled to the fridge, grabbed another six-pack of beers, and headed back to the family room. "That was close," I said when I was finally able to breath again. "Don't worry," Bear laughed, "he can't see two feet in front of his face when he's had a few. Mom's not gonna be happy about him and Dad being pissed when she gets home. Dad might be the one sleeping in the guest room." "No pussy for Coach," I laughed. "Hey, that's my mom you're talking about," Bear said sternly before breaking into laughter that made his body shake and reminded me my cock was still buried inside him. "Well, unless you want her to get two shocks, we better get fucking," I replied. "Ready?" "Ready," Bear confirmed, bracing himself against the island. I started slowly fucking Bear's ass, and it felt good. "Damn, I can't believe it's not butter," I moaned, which cracked us both up. "And I can't believe you can't fuck any harder than this," Bear countered when we stopped laughing. "Oh, you want it hard, do you, dude?" I asked. "Hard and fast," Bear confirmed. "Good, 'cause that's how I want it too," I replied between gritted teeth as I quickly increased my pace until I was fucking Bear hard and fast like he wanted it. Ramming my cock up his ass. Slamming him into the kitchen island. "Oh yeah," Bear grunted and I drilled his ass deeper than it had probably ever been drilled. "Fuck me, bud, fuck me." "Damn, this feels good," I grunted back. "Oh yeah," Bear agreed. As the friction melted the butter substitute, the fucking became smoother and faster. My cock was gliding effortlessly in and out of Bear's butthole. I was panting from the heavy exertion but loving every second of it. "Come on, dude," Bear panted, "drop that load before we get caught." "Oh yeah," I grunted, going into full rabbit-fuck mode. The danger of getting caught, especially when his grandpa had almost done just that, drove me to the edge. It was even hotter than the risk of getting caught in the park restroom, because it would mean being caught by Bear's family. My entire body thrilled to the danger without giving a fuck about the consequences. "Breed me, bro," Bear grunted. "Shoot that load up my ass." "I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Oh, fuck, Bear." "DO IT!" he yelled. "I'M DOING IT!" I bellowed back, losing all control. "I'M GONNA CUM!" "THAT'S THE POINT. SHOOT YOUR LOAD." "OH BEAR, OH BEAR, OH BEAR," I grunted with every frantic thrust. "OH FUCK!" I finished, slamming deep into Bear's ass, feeling it grip my dick as my cum blasted into his fuck chute. Shot after shot after creamy shot. "Oh yeah," I sighed, leaning forward onto Bear's back. "Mmm, that feels good," Bear sighed, clamping his ass on my increasingly sensitive cock. "This will feel even better," I muttered, reaching around Bear's waist and grabbing his hard, throbbing cock. "Oh shit," Bear groaned as I began stroking his cock quickly and his entire body trembled. "Shoot for me, Bear," I whispered as I pumped him faster and faster. "Shoot your sweet honey nectar for me." "Oh shit," Bear groaned again, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my pumping fist. A moment later, his ass started spasming on my cock, and I knew every grunt meant another load of cum was being pumped out of Bear's cock. He began jerky thrusts of his hips, driving his cock through my fist as I finally held it motionless for him to use. "Oh yeah," Bear sighed when I felt his body relaxing again. "Better clean up your mess fast," Coach said casually as he entered the kitchen and walked over to the fridge, "because your mom just drove up." As Coach opened the fridge, Bear and I remained frozen. I don't think either of us registered at that moment what he was saying only that we'd been caught with my dick up Bear's ass. "Damn, I thought there was another six pack in here," Coach said. "Grandpa beat you to it," Bear muttered. "He'll pay for that," Coach laughed and headed back toward the family room. He stopped at the kitchen door and looked back at Bear and me. We just stared at him like two deer caught in the headlights...while fucking. "Seriously, boys. Tick, tock, tick, tock, your mom is headed up the walk." With a final laugh, Coach turned and left. "Oh shit," Bear yelled, finally snapping into action. "Get off me, dude." I stood up quickly and yanked my cock out of Bear's ass. "FUCK!" he yelled, "there's no need to pull my ass inside out." "You want me to fuck it back in?" I laughed as I grabbed some paper towels and tried to wipe the greasy residue off of my cock before shoving it back in my jeans. "Maybe later," Bear replied, grabbing his own handful of paper towels and sopping up the cum he'd shot all over the side of the island. He shoved the wet mess into my hands along with the paper towels I'd used on my cock and said, "Take these up to my room. We'll get rid of them later." I started to run from the room but stopped and looked back at Bear putting his cock back in his pants and looking around for any other evidence his mom might see. "That was hot," I said. "It sure was. Come on!" he replied, rushing toward me as I turned to lead the way to his bedroom, where we collapsed on the bed in a heap of panting, laughing, wrestling flesh. When we'd finally calmed down, I risked saying, "Your dad's cool." "I guess so," Bear admitted. "Dude, he caught you getting butt-fucked and didn't say a word." Bear looked at me soberly for a moment, obviously trying to make up his mind about something. Finally, he said nervously, "Because he's been doing it to me himself for years." I can only imagine the shocked expression that must have appeared on my face, because Bear said quickly, "Oh shit, I shouldn't have told you." "No, no," I said quickly, "it's not that. I'm just... Well, if you want to know, I'm pretty damn jealous of you right now." "Fuck off," Bear replied as if I was making fun of him. "Seriously, dude," I insisted. "Oh shit, do you not want him doing it?" I asked, suddenly concerned. I knew I liked playing with Coach, but I could understand how it might be a completely different situation for his own son. Bear got an embarrassed look on his face and then said, "Actually, I fucking love it. I have from the very first time." He held his breath. "So fucking hot, you lucky bastard," I replied. "Grandpa too," Bear said with a proud raising of the eyebrow to acknowledge the accomplishment. "You're fucking me," I said, definitely impressed. "If you want," Bear laughed, jumping on top of me and wrestling until he had me pinned and was humping my ass. "Uncle, uncle," I laughed. "No, no uncles are fucking me," Bear replied, "at least, none of mine are," which sent us into uncontrollable fits of laughter. When we'd calmed down a bit and were lying side by side, staring at the ceiling, Bear finally said, "I'm starving again. Wanna see if there's more pizza left?" "Sure," I replied, and we rushed off as if it was an everyday occurrence to talk to your best friend about him being involved in three-generation man-on-man incest. When we got to the family room, no one else was there. We could hear Bear's mom yelling at his dad somewhere in the house about the pizza dinner and the beer consumption. "Better avoid her when she's in that mood," Bear said, grabbing the final unopened box of pizza. "Sounds like my parents before they got divorced," I said without thinking. "I don't think so," Bear replied. "He just pisses her off occasionally, and vice versa. It's part of their thing." "Okay," I said, not really convinced. "Thirsty?" Bear asked, holding up three cans of beer still in the plastic rings. "You wouldn't," I said incredulously. "Dad doesn't mind," Bear replied. "As long as Mom doesn't find out," I finished. "Exactly. Come on," Bear ordered, leading the way back to his bedroom with the pizza and beer, which he placed in the middle of the bed before stripping out of his clothes. It didn't take me long to follow his lead. We stretched out on the bed with the open pizza box between us. "I sure worked up an appetite fucking that tight butt of yours," I laughed, taking a piece of pizza and biting into it while Bear popped open the first beer. "I doubt it's quite so tight now," Bear laughed, taking a swig of the beer before passing it to me. "I'm sure we can test it later if you want to make sure," I smiled, drinking some of the beer and passing it back. The memory of fucking Bear created an immediate stirring in my groin, and Bear noticed as my cock pressed against the pizza box. "Hey, dude, watch that thing. We already have enough sausage on this pizza," Bear laughed. "You can never have too much sausage," I assured him, "especially when the quality is as good as mine." We continued to joke and eat and drink until our bellies were more than full and we both had a good buzz. It was only at that point that I had the nerve to ask Bear, "You wanna know a secret?" "Fuck, dude, I've already admitted to having sex with my dad and grandpa, so okay, sure, see if you can top that," he laughed, opening another beer, taking a drink, and passing it to me. I took a big gulp of beer and let it hit my stomach before I continued. "Well, don't be mad, but I've had sex with your dad too." I held my breath. "You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to shock me," Bear laughed, taking the beer back and drinking more. "I know Dad likes to spread his cum around." I grabbed the beer back and guzzled the entire rest of the can. "Hey! Learn to share, dude." "Okay, you want a secret to match yours? How about this?" I muttered as I tossed the empty can on the floor. "You know your Deep-Throat Daddy?" "Best anonymous park glory hole cocksucker ever," Bear laughed. "What about him?" Bear asked opening yet another beer. "Well, I've met him," I said with a smirk. "You're shitting me." "No, after he worked his magic on my cock," I said, "I waited around, unlike you and your chicken ass." "Okay, don't keep me in suspense," Bear replied, finally sitting up and looking interested. "Who is it?" After a long, dramatic pause, I finally made the big reveal. "My grandpa." "No fucking way." "Yes fucking way." "Does he know you know?" Bear asked eagerly. "No," I replied, suddenly regretting that I'd just given away my grandpa's secret. "You can't tell anyone!" I said, panicking. "Relax, dude, his secret is safe with me, as long as you keep me fully satisfied," Bear laughed. "I think you can count on that," I grinned. "And I'm gonna have to start spending more time at your house," Bear added. "But first," he continued, shoving the empty pizza box onto the floor and diving on top of me, "I'm gonna have to punish you for making me shoot all over Mom's kitchen island." "Oh yeah, punish me." It was a mix of a groan and a laugh as Bear started grinding his rigid cock against mine. ------------------- 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.