Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2017 22:51:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 6 (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 6 Bear and I became nearly inseparable during the following few weeks. We were two horny eighteen year olds who couldn't get enough of each other's cock and cum. The riskier, the hotter. One day at lunch in the school cafeteria, we synchronized our watches and agreed to meet up at 2:20 p.m. in the boys' locker room. I didn't learn much in class that afternoon. All I could think about was meeting Bear and what we could accomplish before our teachers sent someone to find us. The closer it got to the agreed time, the more difficult it became for me to control my cock. With a great effort of mind over cock, I managed to reduce the latest hardon to only a semihard state by the time I needed to make a move. I looked around at the rest of the students working quietly on the math assignment, and then I got up and approached Mr. Moore's desk, where he had his head down as he worked on lesson plans or something. "I need to go to the restroom," I said quietly, trying not to attract too much attention. When Bear and I arranged the meeting, I forgot it would be during my math class with Mr. Moore. He never let anyone go to the restroom. Never. Still, I had to try. "It's kinda urgent," I added, expecting him not to give a damn how urgent it was. Mr. Moore turned his head toward me with a look that said, "Get back to your seat." Instead, the semihard bulge in my jeans attracted his attention. He grinned, shook his head, and grabbed the hall pass out of his drawer. "Take care of business as fast as you can, and get back here." "Yes, Mr. Moore," I said, grabbing the pass and hurrying out of the classroom before he changed his mind. Bear was pacing back and forth in the locker room when I entered. He grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me into the shower. Without a word, he slammed me up against the wall and started kissing me urgently as we both frantically fumbled with our jeans and continued to suck face. The moment our jeans were open and shoved down to our knees, Bear spun me around to face the wall. I waited for Bear to start ravaging my ass, but he just humped his cock up and down my ass crack. "Come on," I hissed, "we don't have much time." "You'll be glad I took my time," Bear laughed, and I heard the snap of a lid being flipped shut. "Hold this," Bear ordered, putting his wrist on my shoulder. I reached up and took a small tube of KY from him. "Were you in the Boys Scouts?" I laughed. "Always be prepared," Bear confirmed as he started working the lube into my ass. "Ungh," I grunted. Bear might have taken his time to introduce lube, but he wasn't taking his time forcing it into me. No time for gentle fingering. "Just fuck me," I grunted, figuring there was enough lube in me and it couldn't be any more uncomfortable than the frantic fingering. "You got it," Bear grunted and immediately pressed his cock head against my hole. I squirmed my ass to let him know I definitely need him inside me, and he got the message. With one quick thrust, he rammed his cock all the way into me. "Oh fucking shit," I groaned. "Damn, dude!" "You're the one who said we don't have time." "Yeah, but fuck, Bear!" "That's just what I'm going to do," Bear laughed, and that was all the warning I got. Before I could say another word, Bear was pounding his meat into me. His fingers were digging into my shoulders. His hips were slapping against my butt. To distract myself from having a new asshole ripped, I grabbed my own cock, which had drooped a bit after the initial assault. It didn't take much stroking to get it back to full hardness. After that, my hand was pumping my fist as fast as Bear was fucking my ass. Hard. Fast. Deep. Tight. There was nothing pretty about that fuck, but it felt amazing. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Tighter. Wham, bam, thank you, Bear. It was that kind of fuck, and it didn't take long. "Oh yeah," Bear finally grunted, slowing his speed but ramming his cock into me even harder and deeper. "FUCK," he grunted with one last ram. "I'm cumming, dude," he growled in my ear. "Me too," I grunted as my cum started blasting the wall in front of me. "Oh fuck," I shuddered. "Fuck," Bear echoed as he finally came to rest and began to relax. "That was hot," I sighed, slowly working the last of my cum out of my dick and flipping it on the floor. "It sure was," Coach laughed. Bear and I nearly snapped our necks looking around to find Coach standing behind us, with his cock hanging out of the front of his coach's shorts. "Dad!" Bear yelled, but it sounded more annoyed than surprised. "Coach!" I echoed, but I definitely sounded more surprised than annoyed. "Now get your cocks back in your pants and get back to class," Coach ordered, slowly stroking his own cock. Bear and I remained motionless for a moment, but then Bear pulled his spent cock out of my butt. "Okay, Dad," he replied as he pulled his jeans up. I held my jeans and stepped out of the shower to grab some paper towels from a dispenser by the sinks. I wiped my butt as best I could, and then I grabbed a few more paper towels and held them against my ass as I pulled up my jeans. "Preventing leaks," I laughed when I looked up and saw Coach grinning at me. "Come on, dude," Bear said, grabbing my arm. "I've gotta clean up my cum," I objected, grabbing another handful of paper towels. "Leave that to me," Coach said. "Okay," I replied, holding out the paper towels to him. Instead of taking the towels, Coach just got on his knees and started licking my cum off the wall as he continued pumping his own cock. "Damn, Dad," Bear laughed. "Get back to class," Coach ordered again, pausing to swallow my cum and lick his lips before going back for more. "Thanks, Coach," I said, tossing the unused paper towels in the trash. "My pleasure," Coach called out as Bear and I dashed from the locker room. Bear and I ran so fast through the halls that I was panting when I got back the Mr. Moore's class. "Have you been running in the halls," he asked as I handed the pass back to him. "Or are you just exhausted from taking care of business?" he asked with a quick glance at my crotch. "Both," I said with a grin. "Thanks." "Get back to work," Mr. Moore replied more sternly. "Yes, sir." I returned to my seat, and when I looked up, I would have sworn that Mr. Moore was adjusting himself under his desk, if not outright playing with himself. He looked up and caught my eye. With a shrug, he brought his "free" hand onto the top of his desk and returned to his work. ***** After getting fucked by Bear in the locker room, I couldn't concentrate at all. When the final bell rang, I just shoved my books in my locker and ran home to change into shorts. I told my grandma I was heading to the park to play some ball. She wasn't happy about it, but she let me go with the admonition to be home in time for dinner. "Definitely, Gram," I replied, rushing out of the house and heading for the park. When I got to the park, I realized I needed to piss, really bad. I ducked into the park restroom, tucked my basketball under my arm, and hurried up to the urinal. I had my dick out and ready to piss before I noticed the slurping sounds from the cubicle. "Oh well," I thought to myself as my stream of piss splashed against the porcelain. The noises suddenly stopped when the guys became aware of my presence. "Sorry, guys," I laughed. "Don't mind me." After a beat, I could hear the sucking resume. I finished pissing and then zipped up. As the urinal flushed, I leaned over and looked under the dividers. Two pairs of feet facing each other confirmed the sounds were definitely related to some hot gloryhole action. I smiled when I recognized the sneakers on the guy getting the blowjob. There was no mistaking them. Bear was always drawing on his sneakers when he was bored. It annoyed Coach, but it made the sneakers a one-of-a-kind pair. I stood up, still smiling, and started to exit. At the last moment, I couldn't resist turning around and saying, "I'll be on the court whenever you're finished, Bear." "Okay," he grunted. I laughed and headed off to the basketball court for some solo exercise. I didn't realize that Bear had joined me until he swooped up behind me and stole the ball. He dribbled a circle around me and then made a quick layup before retrieving the ball and passing it to me. "Did you have fun?" I asked with a grin. "Yeah, your grandpa was in particularly good form today," Bear laughed. "Oh yeah?" I replied as I glanced over at the restroom. "If you hurry, maybe you can find out for yourself," Bear said, rushing me and stealing the ball again while I was distracted. "Why not?" I laughed, breaking into a run toward the restroom. "Have fun," Bear called. Unfortunately, when I entered the restroom, there was no sign of Grandpa or anyone else. I opened both cubicles. Nothing. I walked back outside and looked all around. No one. Admitting defeat, I trotted back over to the court. "I guess you wore him out," I laughed. "He's gone." "More likely, he recognized your voice saying you were going to be on the court and pulled a vanishing act as soon as I finished feeding him my load of hot teen cum." "Well, you could have invited me to join you in the cubicle," I laughed, "so he didn't have a chance to get away." "Next time," Bear laughed. "How about 50 points, winner fuck all." "Sounds good to me," I replied, grabbing the ball and going for my first quick two points. ***** By the time Bear and I finished playing around on the basketball court, it was getting late, but I was the victor after another close battle. "You wanna come back to my place for dinner and to claim your fuck reward?" Bear asked, dribbling the ball casually in front of me. "You know I do, bud," I admitted, "but I promised my grandma I would be home for dinner." I pulled off my T-shirt and wiped up the sweat on my arms and chest. "So, call," Bear suggested. "I'm looking forward to getting fucked." "Better talk to your dad or grandpa, then," I laughed. "Don't think I won't," Bear replied with a grin as he passed the ball back to me. "Your loss, dude." "Don't I know it," I said. "See you at school tomorrow." "And at 2:20 again?" he asked with a grin. "I doubt Mr. Moore will let me go two days in a row, unless you know something about him that I don't." "No," Bear replied, looking at me with a quizzical expression. "Why? Do you know something I don't?" he laughed. "Just that he seemed to guess why I needed to go to the restroom. Well, not that I was going to get fucked, but that I was going to jerk off." "Really?" "It was just the way he looked at me when I got back to class. And I think he was playing with himself under his desk." "Interesting," Bear observed. "I always thought he was such a hardass." "Maybe it just needs some tenderizing," I laughed. "Maybe," Bear laughed in agreement. "Later, dude." "Later," I replied as Bear jogged away from the basketball court. I dropped my shirt on the ground and started to take a few final shots. I finished by sinking ten freethrows in a row just for good measure, and then I trotted over to pick up my T-shirt. Without releasing the ball, I struggled into the shirt. As my head emerged through the neck hole, I saw Coach's van pulling into the parking lot. I finished pulling on my T-shirt and then jogged over to the van. "Hey, Coach," I called as the driver's window rolled down, "you just missed Bear." "Sorry, to hear that," replied Old Coach Dieter, leaning his head out of the window to get a look at me from head to toe." I was hoping to see you giving him another good pounding." "Yeah, I beat him 50 to 44 this time," I said. "I meant like the one you were giving him against the kitchen island on pizza night." "Oh shit," I replied, taking a huge nervous gulp. "I'm not as blind as he thinks I am," Old Coach laughed, "especially not when it comes to two hot young guys fucking like rabbits." "I'm sorry," I said, although I wasn't sure what I was apologizing about. "Bear didn't look sorry," Old Coach laughed. "Looked like he was really enjoying it." "Yeah, he does," I grinned. Old Coach looked me up and down again, and I decided to risk taking the plunge. "But then you'd know all about that, Grandpa Dieter." "So, Bear blabbed to his fuckbuddy, did he?" "Confided," I corrected him. "And?" Old Coach asked, waiting to gauge my opinion of the situation. I decided not to mention that I knew Bear's dad was playing around with him too. Instead, I just replied, "I think fit grandpa's are hot, and Bear's one lucky fuck." "So I see," Old Coach laughed, looking down at my swelling crotch. "I wouldn't mind what he's getting," I said with a grin. "You think you can handle it?" Old Coach laughed. "Only one way to find out," I replied as I quickly dashed around the back and climbed into the van. "What do you have in mind?" Old Coach asked, joining me from the front seat. "Well, I don't have a lot of time, so how about a blowjob to start?" I asked as we knelt facing each other. "You asking or offering?" Old Coach laughed. "How about we do both together," I suggested, pulling off my T-shirt and undoing my shorts. "A boy after my own heart, or cock, as it were," Old Coach replied, unbuttoning his own shirt to reveal a muscular chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair. "Oh yeah," I sighed, automatically reaching out my hand to run it through his fur. "Like that, do you, boy?" Old Coach asked, undoing his trousers and shoving them and his underwear down to his knees. "And that," I admitted, reaching out with my other hand to run my fingers through his salt-and-pepper bush before slowly stroke his growing cock. "Damn," Old Coach whispered when he took the initiative to shove my sweaty shorts and jock to my knees and revealed my own growing dick. "No wonder Bear looked so happy." "Would you rather get fucked?" I asked bluntly. I obviously had no self-control around the Dieter men. "Maybe sometime when I've had more of a chance to get my ass ready for this thing," he answered, slowly stroking my throbbing meat. "I think my mouth is better equipped to handle it at the moment." Old Coach stretched out in the back of the van, pulled my rigid cock down to his mouth, and began to suckle on the head. "Oh yeah," I sighed, letting myself down slowly so my head was in front of Old Coach's crotch. I noticed it looked a lot like the cocks of his son and grandson, maybe a little thicker. Still, not too thick to get it in my mouth, which is exactly where it went. Old Coach moaned as I slid my lips down his shaft and welcomed more and more of his cock into my mouth. The moan vibrated on my cock and sent shivers through my body. I let out a moan of my own that seemed to have the same effect on his cock, and for a while, we alternated between him moaning and me moaning and both of our cocks enjoying it. Finally, Old Coach decided to get down to business. Without any warning, he started bobbing his mouth up and down on my cock and gripped my shaft between his lips and my bush. He set up a steady sucking-and-pumping motion that had me moaning faster and faster. After the initial flood of pleasure, I started eagerly imitating his movements and was rewarded with the initial beads of his precum. I slowed my motions to savor the sweet liquid, and Old Coach did the same. Together, we then started sucking faster again. And faster. Gripping the shafts firmly. Old Coach was strong, which I discovered when he suddenly rolled us over and I found myself stretched out on my back with him on his hands and knees over me. His knees were on either side of my head but splayed out so wide he had no problem fucking his cock into my throat. I helped out by lifting my head up and down to meet his thrusts. I reached up and grabbed Old Coach's ass to pull down and show him how much I wanted to be fed his cock. Old Coach, for his part, shoved his hands under my thighs for leverage as he hungrily fed on as much of my cock as he could swallow. We were both slurping and grunting and moaning and, occasionally, gagging, but we weren't stopping. Well, we weren't stopping, but we were getting close to finishing. We were both doing some urgent moaning and grunting and frantic cock-thrusting. I gripped his ass tighter, and I could feel him digging his fingers into my inner thighs. And then he gradually started working his fingers up my thighs. I thought he was heading toward may balls, but then I let out the biggest moan so far when he worked his fingers into my crack and started teasing my asshole instead. I didn't think twice. I worked my own fingers into Old Coach's ass and found his pucker. He let out an eager groan to confirm my instincts were right, and my actions certainly showed I liked where his fingers were going. Almost as if on cue, we both began to work fingers into each other's sweaty asshole. It was all I needed. As Old Coach's fingers delved into my fuck chute, my sphincter clamped down on his knuckles and my cock began to fire off in his throat. For a moment, he struggled to gulp down all the cum I was feeding him, and then I could feel some cream drooling back down over my cock and balls as he gave up the battle. Old Coach kept sucking on my throbbing cock, but suddenly, I could feel his hips flexing harder and faster, driving his cock even farther down my throat and pulling back, begging for my fingers to invade his ass even deeper. Mouth, cock, fingers, ass, mouth, cock, fingers, ass. He became an out-of-control fuck monster. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, Old Coach yanked his mouth of my cock and bellowed, "FUCK YEAH, EAT ME!" Before I had a chance to process anything, my mouth was flooded with cum. I was gagging and coughing and swallowing as Old Coach continued pounding my tonsils, feeding me a tart but tasty flow of man fluid. I moved my hands to the front of his hips to force him back so I could recover, but he just kept ramming his cock down my throat. If anything, my resistance made him slam harder. I was on the border of panicking when Old Coach suddenly froze for a moment, and then he rolled of off me, sliding his cock and fingers out of me as he went. The sudden cessation of motion sent me into a panic. I scrambled to my knees and asked urgently, "Are you okay? Are you okay?" After a moment, Old Coach laughed and replied, "Oh yeah, Woody, I'm okay." It was a relief, and as I sat back on my haunches, Old Coach bellowed, "I'M FUCKING GREAT." I laughed, hoping there was no one hanging around outside the van. I laughed even harder when I suddenly thought of the old saying I'd heard somewhere: "Don't come a-knockin' if the old van's a-rockin'." When I was all laughed out, I collapsed beside Old Coach. Without thinking, I grabbed his spent cock and started stroking it slowly. "That was intense," I sighed. "Still is," Old Coach grunted, grabbing my hand to stop the stroking as his body convulsed. "Damn, boy, Bear is one lucky kid." "I could say the same thing," I replied, sucking on the nearest hairy nipple I could find. "Fuck, don't you ever stop," Old Coach laughed, playfully shoving my head away. "Not if I don't have to," I confirmed. "Oh shit, what time is it?" I asked, suddenly sitting up and trying to find my clothes. "Why? Got a hot date?" Old Coach asked. "Family dinner. I promised not to be late." "You should have plenty of time," Old Coach replied, sitting up casually and gathering up his own clothes. "I'll give you a ride." "I think you just did," I laughed, wiping cum off my chin and then licking my fingers clean. ***** "Is that you, Woody?" my grandma called out from the kitchen when I rushed in the front door a short time later. "Yes!" I answered. "Dinner's almost ready," she warned me. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, and then I'll be down," I replied as I rushed up the stairs. I nearly collided with Dad at the top of the stairs, but he grabbed me by the shoulders to stop me. "Whoa, Woody," Dad laughed. "Feels like you had a good workout," he added, releasing his hands from my wet T-shirt. "Uh, yeah," I mumbled. "Be down in a bit." I rushed on to my bedroom, hoping that all dad had on his hands after touching me was sweat. ------------------- 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! 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