Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 08:28:26 +0000 From: Nick Alias Pizza Boy Subject: Todd, Tony and Philip Todd, Tony and Philip By Nick Alias Pizza Boy CHAPTER ONE: As the clock showed five o'clock sharp, Tony Francitti whistled and ordered the seven triathletes out of the pool. After 90 minutes, practice was over. - You'll find the list of rooms for the state competition this weekend. As always, it is not possible to change roommates. But Philip Johnson's name wasn't there. Once he had showered and was ready to get home, he knocked at Tony's office and inquired. - There must be a mistake. I'm not on the list. - I'm sorry, I thought Todd told you. We've been asked by the school to not take more than three rooms, so your father has put you in ours. There'll be a sofa bed for you. Philip Johnson, 17, was the only child of Todd Johnson, 38, head of sports at Mountain View High School and coach of the triathlon team. A fact that could bother many in the small suburb they lived in and for this reason Todd tended to be harsher on him than the others. And, when situations like the current one arose, he was always the one that had to sacrify himself for the team, so to speak. Born when his parents were still in college, Philip was quickly torn apart between his divorcing father and mother. He spent most of his childhood with his mother in the Midwest, until she sent him to his father on the East Coast when he reached puberty. Encouraged by Todd, Philip went from being a skinny nerd to one of his school's most popular and talented jocks within a few years. Later, at home, Philip wanted to beg his father to swap him with another student but he knew it was worthless. Anyway, nobody would want to share the room with both coaches. So he just shut up and accepted it, hoping it would be the first and last time. - It's only two nights, Todd said after the motel clerk had handed him the keys, some 48 hours later. Tony opened the door and, as Philip followed in, he saw there was a little surprise: the promised sofa bed wasn't there. Philip complained, Todd went back to the desk to ask if they could get a triple room but no avail. The father and the son would have to share. - It'll be just like when you came to visit me as a young boy, Todd joked. Or, well, that might as well just be the problem for Philip. He had always had a strong admiration for his father's body, literally his inspiration for becoming an athlete, and now he wasn't sure how he'd handle that. Plus Tony was there, another object of his most secretive fantasies. By acting in a typically teenage rebellious attitude, Philip was covering his lust for the two grown men he was likely to see in various state of undress. The guys had barely dropped their bags that Tony was already shirtless, having spilled water on his t-shirt during the drive. He did grab another quickly but he just left it there for a while, in fact for the whole hour they were in the room until going to register and eat dinner. Tony was a 31-year-old Italian-American, therefore his skin was darker than Todd and Philip's, something the 17-year-old triathlete found hot. Dinner was followed by a few hours of free time, which means Philip only returned at the room for the 9pm curfew. Todd was half-asleep in front of the television while Tony was busy texting someone. Bedtime was one hour later than curfew. For everyone. Just as Philip stripped to his boxers, Todd and Tony took a quick run to make sure the party was over in the two other rooms. They returned about twenty minutes later, right when Philip was about to fall asleep. But he didn't move when they entered, so he just pretended to be sleeping already. There wasn't enough light in the room for them to see Philip's open eyes. The blanket was preventing him from watching them but he heard his dad and assistant coach take their clothes off. The bathroom door stayed open when they used it together. - I so knew I'd get to see you naked in no time! Todd whispered. - You're just fucking jealous! Tony replied. Moments later, it was too dark for Philip to see more than the shadow of Tony's limp penis moving between his legs as he got to bed three feet from him but it was already priceless. CHAPTER TWO: Philip woke up on his back, legs spread as if he had pushed his father out. But he presumed he had just taken the spot when Todd got up as he could hear the shower running. The noise from the bathroom was so clear, it was obvious the door wasn't completely shut. - What the hell are you doing? Tony screamed - Shhhh he's still sleeping. We'll save time this way. And don't be such a prude, we do this five days a week! - But we've got two shower heads. - This is too damn weird. The repressed stripper complaining of being seen naked. Had I known, I'd have tried to join Philip but I prefered not to, he'd have declared war. - Or he'd have been scared by your huge schlong. Shit! Philip thought. His attitude was costing him a chance to see his dad in the nude for the first time ever. And if anything Tony said was true, he was missing something. Although it wasn't really a surprise, physically the two guys were so similar that Philip's 7.5-inch thick cock must have been inherited as well. It would have been weird to say anything and even more to just stare at them, so Philip just locked himself in the bathroom as soon as the pair was out. He couldn't help but give himself a handjob, an old morning ritual of his, though extremely quick to avoid his father knocking at the door for him to hurry. Todd and Tony were gone when he left the bathroom. As he got dressed next to the bed he had shared with his dad, Philip remarked a pair of Todd's underwear on the floor right where his butt must have been. Damn, he had dared to sleep naked next to his own son! It seemed Todd was more of an exhibitionist than Philip had thought. CHAPTER THREE: The first day of competition went extremely well for the team, which scored high ahead of Sunday's finals. After being seen by a physical therapist, the guys had some free time until the meeting for dinner. Philip wanted to rest so he headed back to the room. He reached the door just as Todd returned from speaking with competition officials. They were greeted by Tony's butt. He had been running and then showered, only to be interrupted by the phone. It must have been important, at least it seemed so, because he had gotten out just to take the call and was now arguing with his girlfriend, walking around the room completely naked and dripping wet. He made no attempt to cover, even in front of Philip, instead using his yellow towel to dry his hair off. - She's so annoying with this marriage thing. I wish I hadn't proposed. Too much trouble! Still naked and wet, Tony sat on his bed and gasped. Todd gave him a pat on the shoulder, which then turned into a quick massage. It's only after this that he put his clothes on. They then headed for the restaurant to eat with the rest of the team. That night though, Philip was too tired and fell deeply asleep before Tony and Todd had returned from their round across the hallway. In fact, he didn't awake at any moment of the night, waking up at 6:40 with a painfully full bladder. The shower was running but he said fuck off, it was too urgent. Anyway, the door was open. His morning wood forced him to sit down which means he was face to face with the transparent glass door. Philip watched in amasement as his father soaped Tony's backside, including his ass and crack. They hadn't seen him, which means they froze a bit when they heard the toilet flush. - You guys seem to be having fun, Philip commented after opening the door a bit. - We're just horsing around, Todd said. - Wanna join in? Tony dared to add, almost giving Todd a heart attack. Shrugging, Philip took his boxers off and took place between Todd and Tony. His father, at his left, and Tony, at his right, grabbed some soap and washed him up. The three guys were giggling and laughing, though Todd declined to make contact with his son's genitals. - Dad, it's unfair, Tony's been washed there too! Todd took his son to his word and did as ordered. But space was scarce now, with three tall built men inside a regular shower, so Philip found himself leaning against Tony's left side, with his arms around his chest, and his butt pointing just inches from his father's middle section. By then, sexual tension ran high and Todd was having a difficult time repressing his growing excitement. On the other side, Tony was feeling Philip's cock growing against his leg and this gave him an erection as well. When the two made eye contact, the unbelievable happened and their lips met. Just as Todd saw them, Tony ran his left hand along his chest and brought a finger to his mouth for him to suck on. - Oh dad, fuck me, I've dreamed of this for so long... This last part drove Todd completely wild. He had never thought his own son was lusting him so bad. As he slid his 9 inches of meat between Philip's round buttocks, he was shocked to realise someone had been there before him. A thought Tony also had when his cock entered Philip's mouth. If only Todd and Tony knew that, in the other rooms, there were at least a few team members who were up for this kind of sex and who rarely skipped a chance to have a round... If his dad knew what Philip did while sleeping over at Simon Miller's house the previous weekend... Todd and Tony's hands met between Philip's legs and they masturbated him while he brought both of them off. While he came before them, his load was the most massive he could remember and his cock didn't go soft immediately. Only seconds after showering Philip's bowels with his cum, Todd felt an immense guilt for fucking his son and rushed to get ready for the competition day. This wasn't the case of Tony, who assured him they could get together as often as he wished. Later that day, Philip won the gold medal. An unexpected prize which he attributed to the realisation of his most extreme sexual fantasy earlier in the day. And an unexpected prize which deserved a massive reward, causing Todd to rethink about his guilt... THE END NICKALIASPIZZABOY@HOTMAIL.COM