Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 14:38:16 -0500 (EST)
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: a dad and his son-15

Finally I heard the front-door open. I put down my drink and sat back.
With my legs a bit apart so that my balls rested on the sofa, I slowly
stroked my cock.
"In here, Steve!"
"Wow, dad"
He entered the room, his fly already open his hard cock pointing at me.
"Looks we think alike, son!"
"Holy shit!"
I startled, I was so fixed on Steve's cock that I hadn't noticed he had
brought someone else too. At first I thought it would be Jim, but I
recognized Paul entering the room from the dark hall. Just for a second I
panicked, but then I saw he too had his massive cock out, already
dripping.
I was speechless, my mouth dropped open, when I saw their two throbbing
cocks coming to me. I slipped of the couch. Paul hands were on the back
of my head, pushing me forward to his cock. In the corner of my eyes I
saw Steve's hand going under Paul's shirt.
Paul let our a groan as he slipped his cock into my mouth and Steve
pinched his nipples.
After a few thrust Paul pulled out is cock and guided Steve's to my open
mouth.
"Yeah, suck your son's cock, man!"
"Oh, yes, dad, suck me."
I looked up at Paul as I sucked Steve, his eyes filled with lust, staring
at Steve's pumping cock.
Paul rubbed his cock through my hairs and along my face. My hands run
over both Paul's and Steve's legs.
I did not dare to touch my own cock, afraid I would shoot right there.
Paul pulled me up and Mmmssed his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue in, I
wrapped my arms around him and Steve. Steve pushed his tongue against our
lips, Paul and I opened our mouths, our three tongues touched and went
from one mouth the the other.
"let's get upstairs" I finally spoke.

Paul pushed my ass op in the air while Steve crawled under me.
With his hands he pulled my ass cheeks apart. I let out a moan when I
felt his warm tongue slipping through my crack. I pushed my ass up, while
my cock slipped into Steve's mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried.
My ass opened up, Paul's tongue went in deeper.
"Please, Steve, stop, don't want to cum just yet!" I cried out.
With his lips he had pushed back my skin, his tongue was flicking over my
cock-head.
I tried to think of the most horrible things, luckily Steve stopped, just
in time.
He moved his body further under me and moved so that my face was right at
his crotch, I lowered my face and kissed his balls.
"Yeah, Steve, suck me, wet my cock good" I heard Paul say.
Steve spread his legs wide, so I could take his balls into my mouth
completely.
"Mmmm, yeah lube my dick, Steve."
Steve made some gagging sounds.
"Like my cock, Stevie?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Gonna fuck you dad with it!"
Steve made some hard groaning sounds, his cock was all wet with pre-cum.
I let his balls drop out of my mouth and licked his shaft.
With Paul's tongue going in and out of my ass, and Steve's cock pumping
my mouth I was in heaven.
After a while Paul slapped my ass, he bent over my back, with his mouth
against my ear he said: "You know how I love your ass, man. Want to fuck
you now".
As an answer I let out a low groan.
He placed a soft kiss in my neck. I pushed my head back, with his hand on
my chin he turned my head, his tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues
mingled till he pulled back.
"I love you Mike" he whispered.
With his hand on my side he gentle pushed me over.
Steve finally let go of Paul's cock.
"Wow, coach, nice cock you have!"
"Thanks, same goes for you!"
He quickly grabbed Steve's cock and gave a few wanks. With his other hand
he teased Steve's nipples.
Steve cried out as Mike turned one of his nipples, he then pushed him
back on the bed, next to me.
My legs were lifted up, I felt a bit awkward, horny and shy at the same
time. I was going to be fucked while my son was right next to me, seeing
it all happen.
I felt Paul's cock head pushing against my sphincter, he rested me feet
on his shoulders.
He moved his face down toward mine. he placed a kiss on my lips, then
moved over to Steve and did the same. His cock pushed harder, I pushed
back, I held my breath as his big fat head entered me. Slowly he pushed
his entire cock into me. I guess I had closed my eyes a few seconds, when
I opened the again I was staring right at Steve dripping piss slit.
Paul pulled back and rammed his cock back in, I opened my mouth in a
silent cry, Steve pushed his cock into my mouth.
With his knees on either side of my chest, his fucked my mouth fast,
matching the motion of Paul. Steve's balls were rubbing my chest as he
almost choked me.

I tried to reach for my own cock, but I could not reach it because Steve
was in my way. I needed to cum badly, with Paul hitting my prostate over
and over again, my whole body was on fire. I felt my balls getting
tighter, drawing up close to my body. I squeezed my ass around Paul cock,
damn, this felt so good. Two cocks on either side!
"O man!" Paul shouted.
I felt his cock swelling a bit up inside me, he stopped just a second,
then he thrust his cock with all his strength into me, he let out a low
roar.
His cock erupted, his warm cum shooting into my bowels.
With Steve cock in my throat I groaned too.
Steve threw his head back, my hands went over his chest, I pinched his
nipples hard.
"Oh, fuck, dad!"
As his sweet sperm hit the back of my mouth, Paul's hand was on my cock,
, still with his cock in my ass he stroked me till I reached my orgasm
too.
Just as Steve blew his last spurts, I shot mine. It was one of the best
orgasm I had. My whole body flexed, swallowing my son's cum, I shot load
after load.

Completely spent we all rested back on the bed.
I kissed Steve and Paul.
"That was just amazing, guys!"
Paul pulled me close and I spooned up to him, Steve Pushed his ass back
against my crotch.
With my arms around him I gave him a quick kiss.
He turned his head, "Love you dad."
"I know, and guess what, love you too."
Paul's hand reached over me and touched Steve's shoulder.
"Better get some sleep, guys, tomorrow we'll have to be up early to go to
the match."
I pushed my my body back into Paul's and pulled Steve closer.
With my hand around Steve's cock and balls and my head on Paul's shoulder
I felt asleep.

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I woke up as first. I quietly got up to take a piss. When I came back
into dad's bedroom, I just looked at stared at them. Dad so peacefully
asleep in the coach's arms. They looked so happy together. O, if only I
could tell Jim about last night, he would freak out, but I had promised
dad, not to say anything about him and the coach. Carefully I pulled back
the sheets, revealing their bodies. Although dad had a great muscular
body, the coach was bigger, even his cock was thicker. It laid semi hard
on his massive thigh. I wondered how it would feel to have such a big
piece of meat in my ass. If dad could take so could I.
I crawled back into bed, against dad's warm hairy body.

We were all wakened by the phone.
"Shit, look at the time!", the coach said and got up, his hard cock
swaying as he jumped out of the bed.
Dad got up too and answered the phone.
"Yeah sure, Jim, we'll be right over".
"See you guys at the grounds, have to change and get my stuff" the coach
said, "damn, where are my cloths?"
Dad put down the phone, "we'd better get going too, Steve."

The last game of the season, and I was not in it.
I left my crutches at home, although dad told me to bring them along,
just in case, but I was doing fine without them. I could walk and stand
on my foot again, it still hurt a bit, but nothing to serious.
Dad pulled over, Jim was already waiting for us.
"Hey, Steve, Hi eh... Mike".
"Hi Jim, how are you doing?"
"Great, thanks."

Already after 5 minutes the other team scored.
Coach, in his sweats, was shouting at the guys in the field.
"Shit, this is the worst game ever!" he said the dad and me.
"Look at them, guess they all have a hangover from last night! Shit,
Peter you could have had that ball!"

At the end of the first half, the guys headed back to the locker-room,
knowing that the coach would be furious. Peter turned around.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Home!" Peter shouted at the coach. "I feel terrible, every step I made
hurts my head, I need to be in bed."
"You should have thought about that last night, if you're man enough to
drink, you're man enough to play!"
"Forget it!"
Peter marched off, but stopped and turned around, guess he remembered
that he had to change first.
"Yeah go home, you're no use anyway!" the coach responded, "sissy!"
He let out a sigh, "damn, already 2-0, and now only 10 boys left."
"Come on" dad said, "it's the last game of the season anyway."
"That's not the point."
"Yeah, I know" dad answered quickly.
The coach looked at me.
"You know, he was not much of a defender anyway, but still we'll miss
him. How's you foot, Steve?"
Before I could answer, dad said held up his hand, "no way, Paul."
"Come on, it's only for the last half, he doesn't have to move around a
lot, he would being defense."
"Dad, it's all-right, I feel fine, really!"
"Trust me Mike" the coach said.
"He can't play, he didn't bring his outfit" dad grinned.
"I could wear Peter's."

I managed to stop some balls, but I had trouble shooting the ball, my
foot was too painful after-all.
Finally the the match ended, with a score of 4-0 we would end up as last.
"You're alright?" Dad yelled at me as we headed to the locker-room.
Both the coach and I walked over to dad.
"Yeah, dad, just perfect."
"He did fine" coach said.
Jim came over too, "You're sure, Steve?"
"Great, now you start too!"
I hate to admit it, but my ankle did hurt, I could still walk on it
though.
"Come on, let's hit the showers" coach said, "see you in a minute, Mike."
"I'll wait at the car."

When we got back in the locker-room, half of the guys were already
dressed and ready to go, eager to get back to their beds I guess. Some
even complained about their headaches.
Jim slowly started to undress, as usual he was hoping that the coach
would take a shower too.
One by one the other boys left.
Jim and I headed for the showers, Jim's cock was already pointing up.
As we soaped up, we saw the coach kicking off his shoes.
"Hey, Steve, look at the coach."
Jim slowly moved his hands over his body, he was more caressing himself
than washing.
The coach pulled his sweat shirt over his head.
"Man, look at him, wow!" Jim whispered and gave his cock a few strokes,
which responded at once.
Seeing Jim cock getting harder, made my own cock hard too.
"Maybe this time we'll get lucky!" Jim said to me.
"Didn't have a shower this morning" the coach said, as he stepped out of
his pants, "hope you guys don't mind."
"Hell no!" Jim almost cheered.
The coach, only in his jockstrap, pulled out a towel of his bag and
walked over to us.
He stepped out of his jockstrap.
Jim let out a cry as he saw coach's cock.

-- to be continued --