Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2021 21:07:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: The Great American Game Pt. 6 The Great American Game By Danny Smith This is a work of fiction. Don't forget to help support Nifty with donations. Part 6 "Dad, I know him. I don't think he knows me, but I know him. He's the school counselor!" "How do you know him? Have you gotten into trouble?" "No, no, he's just a guidance counselor. But man he's hot. Plus...well maybe I shouldn't tell you this part." "Now hold on. You know I don't want to pry, but Jeff we've been pretty intimate for a long time now. There's nothing you can say that would shock me." Jeff paused a second or two. "No, it's nothing to do with me, it's just something Tyler told me in confidence." Jeff was referring to his cousin Tyler, one of my sister's kids. They both attended the same private all-boys school. Tyler was a year ahead of Jeff. "Well...okay. Tyler said that he and Mr. Cain -- that's the counselor's name -- have had sex a lot of times. And that Mr. Cain even set him up with some of the other teachers at school and he's had sex with them too! He says it's part of his getting educated." "Okay, I see why you were reluctant to talk about it. No worries about betraying Tyler's confidence though. You know I can keep a secret." "Thanks Dad." "Now let me see if I can set something up with our t-shirt friend." I intended to find a way to delicately broach the subject that my son wanted to have sex with him, but it turned out to be much easier than I ever thought. T-shirt man was parading around as usual, obviously cruising, and had taken a short break to lean against the wall. As I casually made my way over to the wall where he was standing, he spoke to me. "Hey buddy," he whispered softly, "are you and that kid here together?" "Guess you could say that." I paused, then "He's my son." To say t-shirt's eyes got big is an understatement. His surprise was written all over his face. "Wait a minute. You mean you're his `daddy' and he's your `boy,' right? "Listen, I'm telling you straight up, he's my real life son." More stunned silence, but now mixed with anticipation and rising desire. "Adopted, though, right?" I smiled and answered one word: "Biological." "Holy shit. Does he screw?" "Yes." "Can he suck." "Listen man, he can do it all. Are you interested in setting something up?" I was getting boned up just standing next to this guy. The warmth of his body radiated from him. He obviously worked out; plus he had one of those "fur collars" that some guys have. You know, where his body hair actually sticks out a bit from the neck of his shirt. Plus he was married -- always a big turn on for me. His voice was deep and husky: "My God, man, that's fucking fantastic. I'll make you a deal...I'll pay you a fifty bucks if you let me fuck him." Now it was my turn to be stunned. I played a little poker and tried to conceal my feelings for a second. I had always had the hots for this guy but I could never even get his attention. Guess I just wasn't his type. But now.... He mistook my silence as hesitation. The next thing he said floored me: "And I'll throw in another fifty if you watch." My poker face dissolved into a grin. "You've got yourself a deal. Do you have the money with you?" "Yep." And with that he pulled out his wallet, removed five $20 bills and shoved them into my hand. "I'll be in the big booth on the end." The booth he was referring to was sometimes called The Party Booth because it was about half again bigger than the single booths, clearly to accommodate multiple people, plus it had no gloryhole. We shook hands on the deal. My heart was actually pounding as I made my way back to my son. "Hey son, did you get bored?" "Are you kidding Dad -- I just took two more loads. This place is awesome." I had to grin. This was turning out really well. "Jeff, listen up. He's interested. Super interested. He wants to fuck you and he wants me to watch. I told him the truth about us being father and son, and he's really turned on. But are you okay with this?" "Are you kidding Dad? Of course I am. He's hot!!" "No, I mean beyond that. If he's the school counselor should you really be having sex with him?" "Listen, I don't have time to go into it all right now, but remember what Tyler told me about him. The guy is a sex fiend. Plus, so are lots of other teachers in the same school!" "Man, I had no idea. Okay, if you're cool with it, let's go." We made our way over to the party booth. The door was unlocked so I opened it just a crack to make sure Mr. Cain was in there (I decided that if he was going to fuck my son, I didn't need to think of him as t-shirt guy anymore.) He was in there waiting for us. He still had his dress slacks on, but had taken off his shirt. I was stunned. I'm a pretty hairy guy myself, but I've never seen anything like it. It was a forest, a wall-to-wall carpet, a shag rug. I wanted so badly to walk over and start nursing on his nips while running my hands through that thick pelt. But this was Jeff's show, I knew Cain didn't think I was his type, and I didn't want to spoil anything. Plus, Jeff was just as much pro chest hair as I was and I wanted him to really enjoy this one. Cain undid his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles, then pulled off his shorts. His penis was a work of art. Fully six inches while still flaccid, I knew it would start growing. Nice smooth shaft with a slight bend to the right, beautiful clean circumcised head, low hangers, and a thick bush. What else could a guy ask for? Cain took charge while I sat back on the folding chair that was in the room and enjoyed the show. "Come over here and suck it." I beamed with pride as Jeff knelt down without hesitation and began licking the teacher's beautiful cock. As it slowly hardened, Jeff willingly opened his mouth wide and took it all in, right to the root. I chuckled to myself thinking that almost every other father on Earth would be horrified at what was happening in front of him. It might lead to violence or worse. Me, I was turned on big time. The next couple of minutes had me alternating between enjoying the expression on Mr. Cain's face, openly staring at his hairy chest, and watching my son's head bobbing up and down on this stud's dick. "Now I'm going to fuck you." Again, Jeff obeyed without a second's hesitation. He stood up, dropped his pants and shorts in one motion, and turned around so that Cain would have full access to his ass. The man was thoughtful: "Do you need some lube?" "No sir." "Not even spit?" "There's plenty of cum in there." Jeff bent over slightly, spreading his cheeks as he did. The teacher gave his now rock-hard cock a couple of strokes and placed the gorgeous head by my son's asshole. He shoved the tip in at least a couple of inches. Jeff's face tightened up in a grimace of pain, and he let out a sharp yelp, but he didn't say a word. Cain looked me in the eyes and asked "Should I stop?" I just shook my head no. I knew my boy. He eased himself the rest of the way in. I watched fascinated as the long shaft disappeared into my son's asshole. Cain started a slow thrusting in and out that gradually picked up speed and force. I loved watching their faces: my son's was sort of spaced out and blank, but with a trace of small smile every few seconds; clearly he was lost in good feeling of being used. Cain's was the picture of intensity. He seemed intent, goal driven, fierce -- a man on a mission. And the mission was to nut in my son's ass. Then came a moment of surprise for me. With his dick pounding hard in my son's asshole, he gasped out "Okay, Jeff, what's the school motto?" WTF? And how in the hell did he know Jeff's name? Guess Jeff was mistaken when he said Cain didn't know who he was. But my son, lost in the sensations of the pounding he was getting, managed to respond with the right answer: "Always...unh...give...unh...it...your...best...unh...sir." At that point Cain was over the top, too far gone to stop. With his mouth wide open he let out a soft cry of male satisfaction. Almost a victory cry. My son gasped in a similar soft way the satisfied murmur of a truly submissive cumdump. If we hadn't been in the middle of an arcade I have a feeling they both would have screamed. I felt proud. And, yes, a little envious. I walked around to where Cain was standing just to watch him slowly withdraw his cock. The huge amount of cum leaking out of Jeff's ass had my mouth watering. I squatted down and began lick the spooge as it dripped out in long streamers. Then, just to put the icing on this cake, I turned Jeff around and kissed him. My mouthful of jizz was squished back and forth three or four times before finally we both swallowed. Pure satisfaction. As Jeff cleaned up and both these studs got dressed, Jeff said "Thanks Mr. Cain." There was a momentary startled look on Cain's face. Apparently he forgot that he had just called Jeff by name. What did he expect? But he immediately broke into a big grin and said "Guess we both have a secret to keep." "Well," I added, "you mean all three of us." A few minutes later we were back in the car driving home. A little later than we planned, but in the warm post-sexual glow of the evening. My son was awash with cum. He had lost count of how many loads he swallowed and so had I. Not to mention the load still oozing out of his asshole. I thought back to all the trips we'd made out to lover's lane together. I reached over and rubbed his crotch while he did the same to me. Life is good. Plus Jeff had earned $100. Maybe this was the start of aa business on the side! I think I've taken this story about as far as I could, so this is probably the last episode. I've gotten a lot of good feedback from readers, which I appreciate. Some suggested a road trip for dad and son, but they've already done it all together so the sex would be repetitive, just in different locales. Some others suggested a group scene with the rest of the baseball team. Good idea and it would be fun to watch as a video, but I'm not comfortable that I can write a good group-sex scene. I anticipate some might suggest that the father continue to supplement Jeff's income by pimping him out, or having Jeff become a high-paid escort, but I'm not comfortable with either of those either. Instead, I think I'll concentrate on a couple of other story ideas, so check back. Oh, one last thing: if you want to read more about Mr. Cain, cousin Tyler, and the remarkable boys' school, check out my story "Getting Educated in Cocksucking," also on Nifty (along with several others).