Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2019 19:07:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 50, The Fireman's Son

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 50" {Rob} (MMB oral anal)

Here is a chapter that follows after Wednesday evening. The part about Dad
visiting Coach Thomas was written many months ago when I first started
playing around with Steve's story. I thought I would revise it slightly and
submit it now to make up for the long time it took me to write the
Wednesday evening chapter. I added the first few paragraphs as connectors.
The part about Roy playing with Andy was just a little something I played
with. I had mentioned in the previous chapter. I don't know how far I might
carry it. I would really like to hear from anyone regarding (1) How did you
like (or not like) the Dad-Jim-Steve action? and (2) Should I pursue Roy's
new conquest? Thanks to all who have written before.  Rob at
fmhar1969@aol.com.

The story is copyrighted by me in 2019 as the owner of it and all legal
rights pertaining to it.

(1) If you are not of legal age where you live, do not read this story!

(2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where
all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky
situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with
multiple partners. In real life, BE CAREFUL and BE PROTECTED and DON'T DO
ANYTHING YOU DON'T WANT TO DO.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 50 - Captain Andrews Visits Coach Thomas

	Thursday morning Roy was waiting and mad when Steve and Jim arrived
at school, but had to accept the loss of his fuckhole the previous
afternoon when Jim stood up to him, taking Steve's part.

	The time Wednesday afternoon hadn't been wasted though! He had
taken the opportunity to begin his campaign to conquer the classmate he had
noticed looking too long at his big cock. The boy was a cute kid, a little
smaller than Roy or Steve. He had a curly mop of red hair and freckles
across his face. On previously occasions in the locker room, Roy had noted
that he had a nice patch of red pubes, but not much hair under his arms. At
the beginning of class, Roy had taken a locker next to the other boy, whose
name was Andy, and put on quite a show undressing and changing into his gym
clothes, giving him plenty of time to look at his big piece of meat. He
even let himself get a little hard. As he pulled on his jockstrap, he made
a show of getting his semi-hard cock and balls situated in the mesh pouch.
"Fuck, it's a bitch tryin' to get it all in when it chubs up like this. You
ever have that trouble, Andy?"
	The kid, who was all eyes as he stared at Roy's crotch, said,
"No...Uh...I don't think so."
	"Yeah, little cock like yours probably doesn't give you that
problem," the bigger boy said with a sneering grin as he got all his junk
situated and pulled on his shorts.
	Andy's dick wasn't all that small, but Roy knew his remark and the
way he said it would have the other boy thinking about his classmate's
bigger cock all during PE and have him in the right state of mind for what
he had planned for after class.
	When all the boys came back in, hot, sweaty and dirty, Roy took the
next step in his plan. Facing the other boy, he pulled his shirt over his
head pausing long enough to give him a good look at his musky dark-haired
armpits. "Fuck! That was a great workout. I'm sweaty as shit," he said as
he rubbed his shirt across his chest and into his pits while he toed his
shoes off and lowered his shorts to kick them off while he groped his jock
pouch with both hands. Turning away he leaned down and pulled off his
socks, giving the other boy a good look at his hairy ass-crack. He turned
back and gave his full strap another pull. "Put my stuff in my locker for
me, will you, Andy." He grinned to himself as the other boy, who had only
gotten his shirt off, stooped down to gather up his damp, sweaty things.
While he was doing that, Roy peeled his jock off. Holding it up at his face
and pretending to smell it, he said, "Fuck! That's rank! I haven't changed
it for a couple of weeks. Put it in, too, will you, Andy." He handed the
dirty jock to the boy as he leaned over to reach inside for the towel that
was hanging on a hook in the locker. This movement put Roy's sweaty crotch
inches from the boy's face. "Bet my crotch smells rank, too," he said as he
surreptitiously glanced down to see Andy's eyes glued to his hairy cock and
balls as he held the rank athletic supporter just under his nose. Wrapping
his towel around his waist, Roy said, "Shit, Andy, you're slow as
Christmas. Follow me into the showers if you ever get your things off." He
turned away, not missing the fact that his prey had a hardon in his shorts.
	When Andy got to the shower room, he looked around at the mass of
naked teenaged boys horsing around and making noise. His cock was still
half hard, but fortunately nobody noticed. He spotted Roy in a back corner
by himself. The bigger boy, who was already soaping his muscular chest and
rubbing the suds under his arms, waved him over. Andy went over and joined
his classmate. Soon, both boys were sudsed up. Roy made a big show of
washing his cock and balls, even reaching under his balls between his legs
to rub soap at his ass crack. All the while he was staring and smiling at
the other boy. "Guy's gotta get his ass real clean. No tellin' when
somebody might wanta eat it out," he said with a big grin.
	Rinsing off before the other boy had finished washing, Roy turned
to leave. "You might want to turn the cold water on to get rid of that
before someone notices and gets the wrong idea," he said as he nodded
toward Andy's full hardon as he walked away, leaving the boy embarrassed
and alone to finish his shower.

	Thursday was a normal day. Steve sucked Jim, Jake and Roy off back
by the maintenance shed. Steve looked for the big black maintenance worker,
but saw no sight of him. At noon Roy and Jim fucked him down in the
basement, and he gave up his ass to Roy and Coach Henderson after all the
other boys had left. He noticed one of his classmates, Andy Sullivan, a
cute redhead seeming to hang around watching Roy before he finally left and
they could go into the coach's office. His dad came in during the night and
fucked his ass two times with a cock suck in between.
	Friday started out the same, but as the three boys were going in
the building the maintenance worker stopped Steve and told him to be out
back at noontime so he got to suck black cock instead of getting fucked by
two white cocks at lunch period.
	On Friday afternoon, during PE, Coach Thomas barked out an order
over the loudspeaker for Steve Andrews to come into his office.  When the
boy opened the door, he was greeted with the sight of the coach sitting
behind his desk and his dad sitting in the visitor's chair.
	"Come in and close the door," the coach ordered in his brusque
voice.  Steve did as he was told and stood in front of the coach's desk
next to his seated father.  "You may not know, but your dad and I have been
friends for a long time. We knew one another in college, and your dad was
instrumental in getting me my job here at Madison. He's explained to me
about your situation. You understand what I mean?"
      "Yes sir...Uh...I suppose so," Steve said. The coach didn't say
anything, but continued looking at the boy. When the silence became
uncomfortable, Steve glanced over at his dad who smiled and nodded his head
toward where the coach was sitting. "I suppose you mean he's told you that
I'm gay."... More silence..."And that I'm active....I'm a cock-slut....I
like to suck cock and get fucked....that I have sex with some guys here at
school."
      "Exactly! That wasn't so hard, was it?"
      "No, Coach."
      "He says you like men as well as boys. Have you ever had thoughts
about me?"
      "Yes Sir. All last year I would get a hardon in your class."
	"What did you want to do?"
	"I wanted to see what was causing the big bulge in your pants."
	"That's all? You didn't want to do something with what was causing
the bulge?"
	"I guess I wanted to feel it. That's all I knew."
	"What did you think was making the bulge?"
	"I figured you must have a big dick."
	"And what did you want to do with my big dick?"
	"I wanted to jack it, like I did my friend's."
	"You had a friend you jacked off with last year?"
	Steve looked over at his dad again. Captain Andrews smiled and
nodded. "Yes, sir."
	"Jim Evans? Is that your jack-off buddy?"
	Again, Steve looked at his dad. "That's okay. I told Coach
Thomas. You can trust him."
	"Yes, sir. Jim and I have been jacking each other off ever since we
learned how."
	"Is that all you were doing?"
	"That's all until I learned how to suck cock."
	"And how did you learn to do that?"
	"Tony Alvoretti made me suck his cock in the showers one day last
year when you had me run laps after school and asked him to wait around to
lock up. The next day he fucked me."
	"So, your dad says you were Alvoretti's fag for the rest of the
year. When he left to join the Marines, he turned you out to all his
buddies and you've been whoring yourself out to anyone who wants you all
summer. Is that right?"
	"Uh...Yes, sir...I guess so."
      "Your dad's worried that you aren't getting enough physical exercise
in gym class.  Because of his work schedule, he can't supervise your
exercise schedule or take care of your sexual needs on a daily basis. While
he understands and approves of your sexual activity here at school, he is
concerned that these activities aren't being supervised closely enough. He
thinks you need to be part of an organized sport that will teach you more
discipline, and he would like me to be aware of your other activities to be
sure things don't go too far and you don't get hurt. After talking it over,
in light of your size and muscular development, we think you ought to try
out for the wrestling team.  What do you think?"
	Steve glanced again at his father who sat expressionless, just
looking at him.  "Well, Coach, if you think I could make the team, that'd
be okay with me."
	"Strip out of those clothes and let's see what shape you're in,"
Coach Thomas ordered. "I've seen you on the field during PE and you look
like you can hold your own."  After another quick glance at his father,
Steve quickly stripped down until he stood naked in front of the two men.
"Not bad, John.  The kid looks pretty good.  You tell me you've set up an
exercise room and mapped out a schedule for him at home."
	"Yeah," Steve's father replied, "but I think he needs some more
strenuous working out to get his body in harder shape. Like I told you, I
have set up a work-out room and we work out together when I'm off duty, but
I'm not home enough to regularly oversee his routine."
	"Come over here, boy. Let me get a closer look," the burly coach
ordered.
	Steve was having a tough time controlling his dick. It was true
Coach Thomas had figured frequently in his sexual fantasies over the past
year. Oftentimes, in history class, he had become lost in daydreams
involving the big man whose trousers were always stretched out over the
huge mound of his crotch. All during the year, even though he was getting
sex from Tony almost every day, he could never keep from thinking about how
it would be to suck the coach's big dick and have him mount him and ram his
monster cock up his ass. As he moved around the desk, he could feel that
his dick was hard. The coach turned around in his swivel chair to face the
approaching boy, and the bulge in his sweat pants was enormous. He spread
his legs and pulled Steve in between them.
	"Looks like your boy is excited, being naked in front of his coach
and his old man," he said with a grin at Steve's father.
	"Yeah, he throws a rod pretty easy when he's around older guys."
	Ignoring the youth's jutting boner, the coach ran his rough hands
over his smooth, young body, squeezing and patting as he felt Steve's
muscles, judging their strength. He lingered at the boy's chest, squeezing
his hard little nipples between his big fingers and making Steve squirm
under his rough mauling. "Looks like he has some sensitive nips," he said
to Captain Andrews. "You like your nipples played with?" Steve just moaned
in answer to the coach's question. "Turn around, Boy," he ordered. Steve
turned around and the coach continued his inspection, running his hands
over the boy's shoulders, down his back onto the firm mounds of his
ass. "Uhm, hard little ass," he said, squeezing the firm mounds of Steve's
buttocks and sliding his fingers up the crack.  He moved down, continuing
his rough hands-on inspection onto Steve's thighs and bending down to
squeeze his calves.  Then he turned the boy roughly back around and moved
his hands up his legs. As he did so, his face was level with the youth's
out-jutting rod and low hanging balls. "Nice equipment," he said softly as
he quickly lapped up the almost hairless sack and took the hard cock into
his mouth for a quick suck before his hands moved up into Steve's crotch
and cupped his nut-sac. "Your dad tells me you've become quite the little
sex hound over the past year," he said as he squeezed on Steve's nuts,
pulling them down hard. "He tells me Tony and his buddies taught you how to
take care of a man with those pretty lips and that hard, tight ass," he
said quietly, looking the boy straight in the eyes as he continued to
fondle his cock and balls.
	Glancing quickly at his father again, Steve saw the handsome man he
had been servicing the past couple of months smile as he watched the coach
manhandling his young son. Steve looked back into the coach's piercing eyes
and said, "Yes, sir. Tony made me suck his dick last fall and he fucked my
ass the next day. I took care of him all last year and he turned me over to
his buddies when he went away to join the Marines."  Steve didn't mention
his other adventures or the fact that his dad and his firemen and friends
were now fucking him regularly.  He figured the coach already knew or his
dad would tell him when he was good and ready.
	"You'll be the youngest one on the wrestling team.  You think you
can take getting thrown to the mat and pounded by the older boys. It'll be
rough until you learn to hold your own. They won't have any mercy on you
just because you're the youngest. There are some pretty rough guys on the
team."
	All along the coach continued his fondling of the boy's genitals.
One of his rough hands kept up a firm squeezing of the boy's nuts while the
other was stroking up and down the steely shaft which was slick with the
coach's spit and its own flow of pre-cum.  Steve could feel himself
approaching a climax and knew that if the coach kept it up, he was going to
shoot a load of cum all over him. There wasn't anything he could do about
it. He couldn't ask the coach to stop. He didn't want to. It felt too good
and, besides, he was sure the burly man was getting pleasure out of what he
was doing.
	"But maybe you'll like the rough treatment. I bet you'll like it
when the other boys throw you to the mat and cover you with their bigger,
hard young bodies, pressing you into the sweaty leather, their hard-packed
crotches pushing into your ass as they pin you to the floor.  You'll like
that, won't you, boy? You'll get off on the rough treatment, the hard
bodies, the hard cocks pressing into your ass and crotch," the coach went
on like a mantra as he stroked faster and faster. Steve closed his eyes and
let go with torrents of cum that shot out of the hole at the end of his
enflamed ramrod.
	Coach Thomas looked down as the white boy-cream gushed out and
covered his shirt and pants. "Shit, John! Look at the load your kid's
shooting. I thought you said you kept him drained."
	"Coach, that's what the little fucker has built up since I fucked
him this morning. He's an endless gusher. I've seen him come six times and
still be ready for more. I told you he needed you to take him in hand. I'm
not home enough and Tony and most of his buddies are gone off to
college. Most of the guys he's fucking with are schoolmates. He needs a man
or older jocks who can work him over every day. Think you can help me out?"
	"I think I can manage," the burly man said as he continued to maul
the kid's cock and balls, running his hand down between his legs and
pressing up into his asscrack. "And once they get to know him, I'll bet the
guys on the team will be willing to do their part. They're a horny bunch of
fuckers, and you remember how high school girls are. Even though they're
all straight, I have to pull them apart sometimes in the clinches and I
suspect there's some hank-panky that goes on in the showers that I don't
know about. When they find out what Steve needs, they'll take good care of
him. How does that sound to you?" the coach asked the boy who was standing
limp between his legs.
	"Yeah," he moaned. "Yeah, that sounds great."
	"Well right now, I want you to get down on your knees and clean
your shit off my clothes. Get that pretty mouth down there and lick your
cum off my shirt and pants," the rough man demanded as he pushed the
yielding youth to his knees and pulled his head into his crotch.
	Steve, his classroom fantasies coming true, quickly buried his face
in the coach's crotch and began licking his cum off the man's sweatpants.
He could feel the massive cock and bull's balls confined in the jockstrap
he knew the coach was wearing. He licked and sucked on the soft fabric,
tantalized by the musky smell and the hard mound of flesh inside. "That's
enough on the pants. You've got all the cum off them," the coach growled as
he pulled Steve's head up by his hair so he could clean off the front of
his gym-shirt. Steve reveled in the feel of the coach's hard-muscled belly
under his tongue as he lapped his way up toward the big man's massive
chest.
	Coach Thomas reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  In
one swift movement, he peeled it up his torso and over his head, tossing it
onto the floor.  Steve found his face suddenly pressed up against the
coach's hair-covered chest.  He eagerly began to lick through the thick mat
of dark hair, plastering it down to the hard-muscled body with his
saliva. He moved his head over and began sucking on one of the coach's
brown nipples. It immediately responded by becoming hard as the skillful
boy nipped and lapped on it, sucking it into his mouth as he teased it with
his strong white teeth. He moved over to the other pec and worked over its
nipple. He soon had the coach squirming in his chair and moaning with
lust. Then the boy moved down, lapping across the rippling muscles of the
hairy man's belly until he reached the waistband of his pants. He looked up
pleadingly at the big man.
	"Go for it, boy. Pull those pants off me and get down on that cock.
I wanna feel that sweet mouth of yours slurping on my big piece of meat,"
Coach Thomas growled.  Steve quickly grabbed each side of the pants and
pulled on them.  "Don't be so anxious, boy. You gotta untie `em before you
can pull `em down," the coach said with a gruff laugh as he undid the
string securing the loose pants around his waist. "Now, go for it," he said
as he raised his butt up off the chair so Steve could pull the pants down
and let them drop to the floor around the coach's hairy ankles.
	Steve's mouth was instantly wrapped around the mound of flesh
encased in the stretched out jock strap. He sucked on it like a calf
searching for its mother's teat. He could taste the acrid piss that stained
the fabric of the worn supporter. While his lips sucked, his tongue lapped
along the hardening prick he could feel underneath. He soon had the jock
soaked with his warm spit as he nuzzled down to the base where he found the
head of the monster that was getting harder and harder under his
ministrations. As he lapped on the head, he could taste the salty pre-cum
that was drooling out and soaking the pouch of the jock strap.  He wrapped
his lips around the huge head and sucked for all he was worth.  The coach,
wanting to feel more of the horny youngster's mouth and tongue on his
genitals, pushed the sopping jockstrap down past the boy's gaping mouth,
hooking it under his massive balls and letting his cockhead fall into the
hungry boy's vacuuming orifice. Steve immediately sucked the thick meat
into his mouth and worked up the throbbing shaft until his face was buried
in the coach's hairy crotch. He swallowed the hard tube of gristle down his
throat as the coach leaned back and purred like a great big cat.
	"My boy really knows how to suck a man's cock, doesn't he, Coach?"
Steve's dad asked as he rose from his chair and came over to stand beside
the coach's chair, watching his boy service the big, hairy man.
	"Shit, he's one fine cocksucker. Alvoretti really trained him good
and the rest of you have kept him in practice. John, I promise you I'll
make sure he gets his fill of cock while he's at school this year, and I'll
keep tabs on his activities."
	"That's what I want to hear, Coach," Steve's dad responded as he
stroked his own cock through his trousers.
	"That looks like a big piece of meat you've got there, John. Looks
like it's grown since college days. Why don't you pull it out and stroke it
up while you watch Steve chowin' down on mine."
	"Don't mind if I do, Coach," Captain Andrews said as he hauled his
hard, dripping cock out of his pants as he watched his kid servicing the
big man sitting in the chair. Coach Thomas reached up and stroked along the
hard fireman's cock. Then he reached into the trousers and pulled
Mr. Andrews's big, hairy balls out of their confinement. "That's a hot
sight, man. It's not often, but sometimes when I see a really tough man's
meat, I remember my college days and my coaches there, and I get hungry and
want to chow down on it just like Steve's doing on mine."
	"Help yourself, Coach. Won't nobody ever know but you, me, and my
boy."
	Accepting the hunky fire captain's invitation, the horny coach
swallowed his thick cock down and began sucking it with the same gusto as
the cocksucking boy between his legs. After a few minutes, though, he
pulled off and began moaning loudly. "I'm about to blow! Suck that cock,
boy! Make me cum, and drink that man-juice down! It'll make a man of you
and put hair on your chest!" He rared up in his chair as he pressed Steve's
head down into his crotch, his massive cock buried down the boy's throat as
he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cream down into his belly.
	After he had flooded Steve's throat with his massive load, Coach
Thomas slumped down in the chair. The boy continued sucking hungrily on the
huge piece of meat as it began to soften in his mouth, draining it of every
drop of salty, hot cum. Captain Andrews stood beside the chair watching his
son nurse on the coach's cock, fisting his own still-hard ramrod.
       "Get up and bend over the desk," he suddenly ordered. Steve
immediately stood, turned to face the big wooden desk, and bent over it,
grabbing the opposite edge with his hands. He knew what was coming and he
could hardly wait to feel his dad's big fucker up inside him. He spread his
legs wide and raised his ass up in the air, causing his asscheeks to spread
open revealing the tight brown pucker of his asshole.
	His dad moved in between his legs and said to the panting coach,
"Watch this, Coach. I'll show you what my boy wants and needs," as he
plunged his spit-slick boner into the welcoming depths of Steve's hungry
hole. "See, he needs hot cock shoved up his ass, lot's of it. You think you
and your boys can keep him filled up," the burly fireman said as he roughly
pumped his huge cock in and out of his kid's ass.
	The coach's cock began to fill back up with blood as he watched the
lewd scene being enacted before him. Soon, he was fisting another hardon
and licking his lips with lusty abandon as the father violated his son's
young body. Glancing down at the coach's crotch, Captain Andrews pulled out
with a loud plop and stepped back. "Come on, Coach, try some of this
ass. You won't find anything tighter or hotter. The kid's hole really grabs
a guy's cock and gobbles it up."
	Coach Thomas got up from his chair and aimed his by-now hard cock
at the gaping pink-lined hole.  It was already slick with the juices that
had been stirred up by the captain's fucking and the coach's big cock slid
right in. He quickly began plowing in and out of the hot, grasping
hole. "Shit, this is better than my old lady's cunt," he groaned as he
pumped faster and faster.
	"Yeah, I still keep the wife happy and satisfied, but the kid's
pussy's tighter and hotter than her cunt any day, even after he's been
fucked again and again. Lemme back in." The coach pulled out and Captain
Andrews slid his boner up Steve's shit chute.
	The two big men took turns fucking the moaning kid for a half-hour.
In that time, Steve shot two big loads of boycum between his belly and the
top of the coach's desk, and his cock was still hard as it slid up and down
in the slick puddle. Suddenly, as he was pounding his son's ass, Captain
Andrews roared out, "I'm coming! Take my load, baby! Feel your dad's hot
sperm filling your guts!" After he had spilled his seed into the boy's
body, he withdrew and the coach quickly took his place. In just a few hard
strokes, he too shot his second load.  He quickly pulled out and Captain
Andrews flipped Steve over onto his back.
	"Stroke that dick, baby. Shoot another load for your old man and
the coach!" he demanded. Steve grabbed his hard cock and pumped up and down
as the two men jammed their big rough fingers into his well-used ass. He
quickly shot another copious load up into the air. It came down with a
splat on his chest as he slumped exhausted across the top of the desk.
	The two men pulled their fingers out of the limp boy's ass. "Get up
and hit the showers, Andrews," the coach ordered in his rough voice.  "I'll
write you an excuse for missing PE."  As the boy left the office, the coach
said to his father, "I think I can take care of things here at school,
John."
	"Good," the tough fireman said, "and, Coach, anytime you want to
chow done on my cock again, just let me know.  It'll be just between the
two of us."
	"Yeah," Coach Thomas said as Steve's dad left.