Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2023 04:52:00 +0000 From: Dod Kelevra Subject: Football Boys and chosen family 4 Disclaimer: The following is a story of an incestuous homosexual nature and is sexually explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection and get vaccinated. Help the Nifty Archive continue to provide a home for erotic fiction. Consider donating by going to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Football Boys and Chosen Family Chapter 4: New Tricks It was weird. I was in the backseat of Maria's car; Blake was sitting in front of me, chatting with Maria how married couples do on tv. They were joking and playing with each other. Even I had to laugh at some of what was being said. Everything was relaxed and, as much as it could be, normal. No one who saw us would suspect that before this family drive, Blake had throat fucked me on the couch, feeding me his thick load while Maria showered. That isn't what was weird. What was weird was that I felt safe. This was what I imagined family would feel like. Car rides filled with joy instead of fear. A home filled with love instead of violence. Even the more unconventional ways Blake showed his love made me know I was in control. I felt content, maybe even happy. I didn't trust it; I couldn't. This was all temporary, and my mom would come to get me sooner or later. That thought used to be a relief but now started to feel like torture. "You coming or just gonna sit in the backseat overthinking?" Maria asked, grabbing her purse from next to me in the backseat. I quickly undid my seatbelt and got out of the car to join them. The late summer heat and humidity hit me, and I could feel the sweat bead underneath my shirt. Part of me worried how bad I would smell without deodorant, and part of me grinned knowing that Blake would enjoy me doing this little gift for him. I started to chub up as we entered the grocery store. "Justin, wanna drive?" Blake asked me as he pulled a cart from the rack. "Sure!" I enthusiastically answered, hoping the cart would hide my growing boner. "Good, between your appetite and sticky fingers, we might run out of cabinet space," Maria said jokingly. "What do you mean," I asked, trying to look away. "Because we each needed a loaf of bread last week, you definitely didn't eat that many sandwiches," she said with a smile as she put three loaves of bread in the cart. "Growing boy," Blake said behind me. "It's like I'm eating for two sometimes," I said, almost ashamed. "Teenagers," Maria said, laughing and rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just never had a house with food. I might be overdoing it," I said, staring at the tile. That weirdness again, feeling like an intruder in this normal life. Before I could overthink too much, I was encased in both of their arms. "I'm sorry, Justin; I didn't mean to poke that far. You eat what you need. I was joking because I thought it was funny how you almost doubled what we cook," she told me with her arm wrapped around me, "I never meant to make you feel any kinda way but laugh." "We are here to make up for all those years you didn't have food sport," Blake added. "It's what family is supposed to be," Maria finished. I wanted to cry. Part of me wanted to run just like I needed to when they gave me a house key. Instead, I stood like a child, sniffling in the bread aisle. "So it's ok if I make two sandwiches for practice," I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. "You might need three; Coach is gonna work you hard if you wanna be Alex's running back," Blake said, jeering a bit. "Who's Alex" Maria asked. The goofy grin I could feel spreading on my face felt out of context for my teary eyes and sniffling nose. "He's the quarterback," I answered incompletely. "I see, and you want to work extra hard to impress him?" "Yeah," I answered as my eyes dried. "Are we sure he isn't our biological son?" she asked Blake, "because a crush on the quarterback screams us." "It's a little scary, isn't it," Blake said with his hand on my shoulder. "It's kinda nice, all the benefits without any stretch marks," She said, grabbing the front of the cart and pulling me through the store. I was a zombie, overwhelmed with how lucky I was. Instead of being yelled at, I was being joked with. I was part of the joke, not just the target. I didn't know how to navigate this, but I would do my damnedest. "Hey, overthinker, garlic pork or teriyaki chicken Wednesday night?" Maria asked me, looking at the list on her phone. "Ummm, whatever you cook will be awesome," I answered, flustered. "Aww, thanks. Now pork or chicken," she said, looking at both. "Hey babe, why don't you do both? We can help, and that way, we have dinner while you are out at girl's night instead of doing takeout," Blake said from behind me. "That's," Maria questioned for a second, "that's actually a good plan. Plus, we will have some variety." I looked back at Blake, but he was texting away on his phone. It was a typical day for them, just grocery shopping with their son and trying to get things ready for the week. I was the weird one, nervous about football, nervous about family, nervous about everything. I couldn't shake this feeling that everything was about to collapse and I would end up worse off. But I had to keep telling myself that for now, for however long I was here, I was safe and taken care of. It was a difficult pill to swallow. Me the unloveable, me the idiot, me the waste of space. I was told these things for so long that I assumed it was true. Now here, in a grocery store, between the meat case and frozen pizza, I was getting the objective truth that I was none of those things. What other fundamental truths about myself were built on a foundation of lies? The cart was full of food, snacks, coffee, vegetables--everything we would need for the week. While Maria and Blake paid, I helped the bagger put full bags in the cart. We loaded up the car and drove back to the house without incident. It was like a Norman Rockwell painting, a regular family going about their business. Other than the lingering smell of Blake's nuts and the taste of his cum, we were a typical family. I did everything I could to keep my mind from screaming at me that I didn't belong. Blake and Maria helped by reminding me constantly that I did belong. That's how the weekend went. A picturesque family interspersed with flirting when Blake and I were alone. Saturday night, we had pizza and watched a movie together; Maria cuddled with Blake like I was just a few nights before. Sitting alone in the chair with my feet tucked underneath me, it struck me that I wasn't nervous. That would generally make me nervous on its own, but all I had to do was look over to see Blake and Maria, and my nerves eased. Sunday was the same vibe. In the morning, Blake and I did yard work. He mowed the lawn, and I weed-whacked. We wore just sneakers and running shorts while we did it, giving our neighbors a bit of a show. Maria set water and some t-shirts on the porch rail for us, rolling her eyes at her nearly naked men showing off for the neighborhood. We were finishing up and putting stuff back in the shed in the sideyard when Blake stopped me, looking around. "Want to get yer face in here?" he asked, raising his arm. "I thought you'd never ask," I said, diving my face into his pit. "Oh fuck son. Get in there good." I buried my face in Blake's armpit for a good 5 minutes before he tapped my head. "Let's get back to work," he said with a wink, pulling my boner into my waistband. "Yer a monster," I told him, laughing as we got rakes and paper yard bags. We finished up the front yard, and other than it being hotter than hell, we accomplished a ton, and the yard looked awesome. We were drinking water as Maria's car pulled out of the garage. Blake went to talk with her in the driveway while I took in everything. I hadn't seen my parents in over six months. This was precisely what I needed after the hospital and the group home. I was about to start high school on the football team. I could finally say, maybe for the first time, that I was happy. "What do ya say we shower off sport," Blake said as Maria drove down the street. "Do we have to?" "We have about an hour, kiddo. I can think of a few things we can do before we shower," he almost growled into my ear. All I could do was groan in response as the blood in my body made a beeline to my cock. He just grinned at me, grabbed his water bottle and rake, and headed to the side yard. I followed like a puppy, grabbing my rake and water bottle a few steps behind him. I turned into the shed and found him already shorts down, stroking his cock. My shorts were off in a flash as I dropped to my knees and buried my nose between his balls and legs. "That's my fuckin boy. Get high on yer old man's nut sweat." I groaned into his nuts as I bathed them with my tongue. His hair quickly became soaked from my enthusiastic tongue cleaning off all his sweat. I could feel the precum drip on my cheek as my tongue slowly worked up his cock. He put his hands on the back of my head as I took his head into my mouth. "Get ready, sport; I need yer throat," he growled as he gripped my hair. I tried to relax before he shoved his entire hog into my throat. I sputtered and tried to relax as he used my face as a rag doll, pushing his fat cock in and out of my throat. My cock was throbbing in the air and making a puddle of pre as Blake fucked my face. I could feel his cock getting thicker as it drove into my throat before he forced me to look up at him. "Want my load sport?" He said while flexing his cock All I could do was nod before he went back to fucking my face full bore. He started to get less smooth with his muscle movements as his orgasm built, so I started forcing myself down his bloated meat. "Awww fuck son, my good boy," he growled as I brought him over the edge. His load shot into my mouth faster than I could swallow, his thick cum dripping down my chin as his balls pumped his DNA into me.    I was working the last of his load out when his phone rang. He grabbed it from the shorts around his ankles without making me pull off and kept guiding my head up and down his softening meat as he talked. "Yeah, that works. Just come around back when you get here," he said to whoever was on the phone as he pulled his meat out of my mouth, "my turn, kiddo." He forced me to stand and got on his knees before me. My throbbing cock was at his face when he moved me to turn around, and his hand forced my lower back down, bending me over to grab the shed wall. I looked back to see this massive stud grip my buttcheeks before something incredible touched my hole. My knees buckled as Blake licked my hole for the first time. I could barely think as my entire body was wracked with waves of pleasure. Blake slowly let me down, eventually ending up on all 4s as he continued to work my butt. I could hear the gate open and almost panicked. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Coach B asked, closing the gate and stepping into the shed. "Just some family bonding time," Blake answered before pushing his tongue inside me. I groaned in response. I looked up as Coach B leaned on the wall. He had already stripped his shirt, with it thrown over his shoulder, showing off his pelt of black fur. His thick furry legs led to short blue shorts that seemed to be straining to contain the coach's ample meat. "So I wanted to offer this one a ride to and from practice. I'm already doing it with Alex, and yall are on the way from my place to his," Coach B said while Blake fucked me with his tongue. My eyes were rolling back when Blake pulled off. I groaned loudly as he sank one of his thick fingers into my slicked-up hairless hole. My cock throbbed and almost audibly dripped more pre onto the wood floor. "I would appreciate that, Brian. Work has been pretty patient with me being remote but putting in some good on-site time and not bouncing early or making Maria leave an opening on her schedule makes things a lot easier for us," Blake said, working his fat finger in and out of my hole. "It's not a problem, bro. I'm proud of you for taking this step, and however I can help, I want to. Always said we would help each other when we got kids, and I'm making good," Coach said, playing with his hard cock through his thin running shorts. "Thank you, bro. It takes a village, and I don't know if Maria and I could have done this without knowing you and Rick had our back," Blake said, driving his finger deeper inside me. I reached down and started to stroke my hard cock, thoughts almost completely gone while having this normal conversation while having my hole played with for the first time. Blake sensed this and started to move his finger in and out of me faster. "Hey Brian, you sample my son's throat yet?" Blake asked him. "You know, I don't think I have," Coach answered, lowering his blue shorts and letting his hard meat free. Blake leaned down while still driving his finger in and out of me, almost growling, "What do you say, sport? Wanna suck off your coach while I make you cum?" I nodded in response. Blake stopped moving his finger and said, "Out loud, sport, don't be scared to say what you want." "I want Coach to feed me his cum while you do whatever you're doing," I said, eyes still struggling to focus with all the good feelings Blake was giving me. "That's my fucking boy," Blake said before pushing his finger all the way into my hole. My mouth opened to groan. Coach took advantage and pushed his dripping cock into my mouth, muffling the noises I was making. Blake started to alternate working my hole with his finger and tongue while I worked on the hairy cock in my mouth. "God, your son has a sexy ass, Blake. Alex is gonna be extra distracted by it once he knows he can fuck it," Coach B growled. "I get first dibs on my boy's hole. Gotta teach him right," Blake said before diving his tongue deep into me. My cock throbbed at the thought of someone fucking me. A finger and a tongue were already driving me insane. How much more would a cock drive me nuts. I could feel my nuts tighten thinking about Blake, my coaches, and Alex all giving me the pleasure I felt. "God damn, you're tight, son," Blake growled, trying to shove a second finger in. "So probably not getting in there today," Coach B said as he thrust his hips into my spit-soaked face. "We are gonna have to work him open gently till he begs for it. Just like Dad with us." Blake said, resigning himself to fucking me with just one finger. "God, your dad had us fucking begging," Coach B said, picking up the pace. "Yeah, you made such good squeals when he finally mounted you," Blake said, fucking me faster with his finger. "Man, I was so lucky to have you and your dad as my firsts," Coach B said, holding his cock deep in my throat. That sent me over the edge. Realizing that my firsts were with Blake and Coach B, literally following in their footsteps. I groaned around Coach Bs cock as my hole clenched around Blake's finger each time I pulsed out a shot. My entire body was wracked with shocks as I painted the floor with my load. "That's my fuckin boy," Blake said with pride. "Fuck Blake; I'm gonna feed yer son," Coach shouted "Fuckin shoot it, bro!" Blake almost shouted. Coach pulled his cock from my mouth as he shot his first ropes across my face. He aimed his last few shots back into my open mouth before letting me suck the rest out of him. "God, your boy is a good cocksucker," Coach said as his body was still twitchy. "So fuckin proud of him," Blake said, pulling his spit-soaked finger out of me. "You should be. He almost looks like you do covered in cum. You sure he ain't your real kid?" Coach said, catching his breath. "He is my real kid, just hasn't taken enough of my DNA to prove it yet," Blake said, taking a pic of my cum covered face. Our reverie was interrupted by the sound of the garage opening. Maria was back. "Justin, shower now. Brian, kitchen." Blake said, quickly grabbing his shorts and pulling them on. I grabbed my shorts and jogged naked to the back door, followed closely by Coach. I closed the bathroom door and started the shower as Blake closed the back door. The sound of the shower drowned out the conversation as I looked at my cum covered face in the mirror. Other than the liquid dripping down my chin and chest, something was different. It was weird; this part of my brain telling me something was wrong with me was quiet. I flexed my arms, usually a sign of what a joke my body was, and instead saw a bump, like a muscle was actually there. I stood up straight, and if you caught the light, there was the impression of some abs. Was I... hot? The steam from the shower started to fog the top of the mirror. I realized I had been standing in front of it too long and jumped into the shower, washing off Coach and Blake's loads from my face and chest. I worked soap into a washcloth and washed all the sweat and grass clippings from my body, mentally trying to flush all the doubt about myself down the drain as well. My ass had been complimented; my arms were growing; Alex got in trouble for flirting with me; I almost had abs. The evidence was piling up; I was nothing like the kid my dad described when he saw me. He was wrong. He had always been wrong about me. I turned the water off with a newfound sense of confidence and self. I dried myself and went to my bedroom, hearing Coach, Maria, and Blake laughing in the kitchen. I quickly threw some clean clothes on and made my way to the kitchen. "There he is," Maria said as I entered the kitchen. Coach and Blake still were shirtless and covered in a sheen of sweat. I had to hide the start of my boner when I sat on a barstool next to where Coach was standing. His musk filled my nostrils and made me want to choke on his cock again. "... so you can let us know if anything changes. We expect you to be responsible with it...." Oh fuck Maria was talking. I forced myself to focus, "I'm not kidding about this, do not have it out in class." Her face was expecting a response, "I won't," I answered cluelessly. "Atta boy. So it's yours; it's all set up for you." She said, handing me a phone. I stared at it with disbelief--a cell phone. The last phone I had became a projectile and the reason for another fistfight. The idea that I would be allowed one, much less that they would pay for one for me, was a little scary. It vibrated as a message popped up "Hey Justin." "I may have made a text group with you and the guys from Friday." Coach said, putting his arm around me. "Thank you. Thank you so much," I said with tears welling up. "Our numbers are already in there--office and cell phones, as well as the house phone. You have Coach Estes and Coach Brian programmed in there and the school number. Coach Brian put in your teammates like he said." Maria said excitedly. "I don't know what to say," I said, wiping tears. "You don't have to say anything sport. You know we know." Blake said with a grin. "Well, I gotta head back. I'll be by around 6:30 tomorrow; make sure yer ready, Justin. Don't want you to be a straggler again." Coach said with a wink. "Always good seeing you, Brian. I'm so glad you are so close. Don't be a stranger," Maria said, hugging him. After Coach B had left, Blake went into the shower, and Maria sat on the couch to watch some tv. I was playing around with the phone on the other couch, enjoying the peace. "What's up, guys," I texted the group. Immediately two texts came back, one in the group and one individually. I looked at the individual one first, from Alex. "So, you got a phone?" he sent with a wink emoji. And that's how it went. I texted Alex and them for a bit, getting to know everyone better and calming my nerves about the insanity of tomorrow. Blake showed me how to set alarms, and Maria helped me set my lunches up while I helped them make dinner. It felt like I was a normal kid in a normal house. I don't know if I will ever get used to that feeling. "Will you stop pacing?" Blake asked me after    I had finished loading the dishwasher after dinner. "Sorry," I said, sitting down. "You don't have to hang with us; go for a run and burn off the nervous energy," Maria said, looking up from her book. That was... not a bad idea. "You sure?" I asked. "Go for it, sport! Just be back before the streetlights are on, and don't push too hard; you still got football tomorrow," Blake said. I texted Alex as I changed. He repeated the same warning Blake gave me not to push myself too hard. I wanted to roll my eyes but knew he was looking out for me. I tossed the phone on the bed and made my way out of the house. "Have fun, sport," Blake said as I stepped out the front door. I forced myself to keep a slow pace. This was to burn off some nerves. I moved my way through the streets heading to the park. While I ran, I got lost in thought about how fucking lucky I was. I felt better than I ever had and wanted to keep this feeling forever. I kept running, keeping my low pace, lost in thought until something tapped my shoulder. "You really do just zone out when you run, don't you," Alex said, keeping pace with me. "Yeah, a bit. Why are you out here?" I asked as we turned into the park. "You aren't the only one that couldn't sit still." We jogged in comfortable silence through the trails. It took all my willpower not to go off the path like I had following Coach B. Instead, I let Alex lead. After several minutes we got to a clearing with a few picnic tables and a brick building. Alex slowed to a walk and made his way to a picnic table. Like a lost puppy, I followed him, copying him when he lay across the table. "So what's got you so nervous," I asked him after a few minutes of listening to the cicadas. "Probably the same thing that has you nervous. I want to do well; I don't want to let down the coaches, I don't want to let down my team, I don't want to make a fool of myself." He said, putting his arms behind his head and staring at the rapidly darkening sky. The smell from his armpits hit my nose as we lay there. I wanted to dive in but didn't know if that would be me making a fool of myself. I lay next to him, nervous to open up, scared to make a move, and anxious about the next day. Finally, I worked up the nerves to say something, "This spot is awesome, though." "Yeah, I love the big trees and the sky. Something about it feels so special." I could feel it too. It was safe. We lay in comfortable silence as the blue sky began to turn pink and orange as the sun started to set. "You know, I'm glad you are out here," he finally said. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. "I've just never met anyone like you before." "I'm still lost. What about me is so different?" "You refuse to give up. Even when you hurt, you push through. I respect the hell out of that. Add that to you generally being hot and," he froze while he tried to find the courage. I was a little stunned. I was nothing special; that had been the refrain my whole life. Now here was someone telling me differently, and not the first voice doing it. I was beyond confused. "And what" I managed to say while holding back the wave of emotions. "And I really like you," he said, rolling to his side to look at me. "I really like you too," I said honestly as I rode the wave of emotions. Alex grabbed and held my hand as the oranges faded in the sky and the pinks turned purple. I felt so safe. I was surrounded by people who cared and far away from the world that didn't. I would do whatever I could to stay right here as long as I could. "So, what does conditioning look like?" I asked. "Oh, it's going to suck. A lot." Alex said with a grin. Laying on a bench in the locker room, soaked in sweat, wearing just my jockstrap while my muscles screamed, I had to say Alex was right. The last four days had been grueling. I had enough energy when I got home to do a few chores, but the last two nights, Blake had to carry me to bed after I fell asleep on the couch. "How you faring, hot stuff?" Alex said, standing in just his jock carrying both our water bottles. "Would it be dramatic to say everything hurts and I'm dying?" I said, looking up at him while not moving. "Yes." He said, putting down the water bottles and sitting on the next bench, "But it's not a lie." "How are you still functional," I asked, exhausted. "I've been doing this for a few years. It's your first time. This is different from just running. It's a lot of muscles getting worked for the first time. Now sit up and drink." I wanted to argue, but he was right. I moved my legs and forced myself to sit up as Alex handed me the water bottle. "What do you say we shower off while coach finishes up," Alex said with an evil grin. "Now that sounds like a plan," I said knowingly. The other guys on the team were getting picked up right after practice, so they weren't showering. That left us to break in the new locker room while we waited for the coaches to finish up one-on-ones and paperwork. After I had drank about half of the bottle, I gently stood and put it in my open locker. I stripped off my jockstrap, hanging it from the hook on the side of the locker, and slowly made my way to the showers. Alex pulled towels for us already and had them on the half wall separating the showers from the locker room hallway. I stepped onto the green and grey tile as I made my way to the shower next to Alex. The showers were a fairly open room, with shower heads on the back wall and 4 poles with shower heads in between the back wall and the half wall. Alex had picked a spot in the middle out of easy view of both the coach's office and anyone coming in from the outside. I let the lukewarm spray hit my body as Alex wrapped his arms around me. "I've been looking forward to this all day," he said, bringing me in for a kiss. I just moaned into his mouth as we began to kiss under the streams. Our hands roamed each other's sore bodies as we let loose with our lust. The rest of the world melted away as I focused on this stud in the showers. "Hey lovebirds, jeep in 10," Coach B said as he made his way down the locker room's hallway. We pulled apart both hard and dripping. "Well, so much for that," I said, almost growling as I grabbed Alex's boner to milk out a drop of precum. Alex just grunted as I milked him. After I got a decent amount on my thumb, I licked it off and winked at him. "You are evil, you know that? You should get an extra set of touch-and-go's for that." He said, pumping some of the body wash into his hand. "Worth it," I said, doing the same. I washed the sweat and dirt from my body as fast as my sore muscles would allow. I wanted to turn up the heat of the water, but I was already so hot I let the cool beads of water try and cool me off as well. Alex turned his shower off and flicked water off his body at me. I did the same, but neither of us had much energy to play fight more than that. We grabbed our towels and made our way back to our lockers, throwing on some shorts and a shirt to keep us decent enough for the ride home in the coach's doorless jeep. "You boys ready?" Coach B asked as he spun his keys on his finger. "Yes sir," we answered as we slowly stood back up after putting on our shoes. "You boys look ready for a cool-down day." Coach said as we made our way out to his jeep. "God, I could use that," Alex said "What's a cool-down day?" I asked, confused. "Trust me; you'll like it, lil pig," Coach said as he climbed into his jeep. We strapped in as Coach drove us home. He had given in to Alex and my complaints and swapped from Rancid to some Taking Back Sunday that we could agree on. We cruised through the streets, enjoying the afternoon air, as warm as it was. Coach made the turn into our neighborhood and slowly made his way toward Alex's house. "You boys did real good this week. You should be proud." He said, pulling up to Alex's house. "Thanks, Coach! We will kill it again tomorrow," Alex said, hopping down from the Jeep. "You better!" Coach yelled as Alex made his way to the front door. Coach put his hand on my knee while we waited for Alex to unlock the door and step inside. After he was in, Coach took off on the way to my house. "How you holding up, Justin?" "Everything hurts, but I'm keeping up," I answered honestly. "You did everyone proud this week, sport. It gets easier from here. Maria should have gotten some bananas. Get one of those and drink some water. Tomorrow will be easier, I promise," Coach said as we pulled up to the house. "Thanks, Coach. For everything," I said as I climbed down. "Don't thank me till you win a game!" Coach said, laughing as I walked to the door. I unlocked the door and waved at Coach. He drove off as I walked into the air-conditioned glory of the house. I made my way slowly to the kitchen, muscles unhappy to be doing anything after the week. I saw a note from Maria on the counter reminding us she wouldn't be home tonight until late. My clothes came off in a flash. I grabbed a banana and ate it while scrolling through my messages from the day. We barely had any break time, and phones had to be in our lockers. There was a message from Maria reminding me to drink water and stretch and one from Blake asking if I was ready for our second "boy's night." I gave them both thumbs-up responses and talked in the team group chat, commiserating our shared exhaustion. It was only 2 in the afternoon. Blake wouldn't be home for a few hours. I decided to enjoy my freedom in the air conditioning by having some boy's time of my own. I filled a glass with water and made my way to my room. There was plenty of time to pick up my clothes in the kitchen after I had stroked out the load Coach interrupted me from spraying with Alex. I put the glass on the side table and lay down on my bed, playing with my rapidly hardening meat as I closed my eyes, imagining Alex and Blake taking turns on my cock. "Damn, Sport, practice really took it out of you?" Blake said as I groggily opened my eyes. Blake was sitting at the foot of my bed in his work clothes. The bright midday sun I was expecting in the window was replaced by the long shadows of late evening. Somehow my muscles felt even worse than they did in the locker room. "What time is it," I asked, trying to force myself awake. "Little past 6 sport. What do you say you drink that water while I change, and I make us some dinner." He said, grabbing my leg. I groaned as he gripped my leg, the pressure on my calf feeling amazing. "And maybe after some food, I'll give you a rubdown like my dad used to give me," he added with that warm smile that made me melt. "That sounds good," I managed to say as he pressed my calf muscles. "Atta boy," he said, getting up from my bed and undoing his tie. I forced myself to sit up. My legs felt like they were made of rock, fighting me as I willed them to move. I gulped down the glass of water on my nightstand, ice long since melted. I heard the shower kick on and forced myself to stand and slowly walk back to the kitchen to get more. I picked up my clothes from earlier and refilled my glass of water before making my way back to my room. I lay back down across my bed after guzzling down my glass of water. I could hear Blake in the shower as I moved my arms across my chest to try and stretch a bit. My hand grazed my cock, which started to harden and bounce to my heartbeat. I reached down and thought back to the shower with Alex. I stroked, imagining he had dropped to his knees to take me into his mouth, instead of coach separating us. "Damn, son," Blake said from my doorway. I looked up to see him in just a towel, blocking the hall light. He looked almost angelic with his fur backlit. The only thing stopping the illusion was the dirty smirk on his face. I let go of my throbbing cock as he stepped through the door. "What do you say we do that rubdown now, and then I'll make us some food?" He asked as I lay there on the bed. "Um, that works," I said as Blake turned on the light by my bed. "Drink this; I'll be right back," he said, handing me the glass of water I just got. I sat on my bed drinking water as my cock throbbed, nuts aching for release. After boy's night last week, Blake and I had emptied so much cum into each other, only for me to not have the energy since football started. Part of me needed this with Blake, I needed his touch. "Ok, sport, go ahead and lay on your stomach," he said, carrying in some lotion. He pulled the blanket off my bed as I tried to relax on my stomach. I felt the cool lotion on my back and Blake's hairy legs on either side of me as he began to work the lotion into my back. I could only groan as he pushed on my aching muscles. He worked along my spine up into my shoulders. I could feel his cock sliding along my ass, but it didn't register as much over the waves of his hands working my back. His fingers found all of the most painful spots and pressed them until they let go. After he was satisfied he worked everything out of my shoulders and back he moved and started working on my legs. It was wild having almost no sense of anything except where Blake's hands were. He started at my feet and worked his way up, making me groan in a mix of pleasure and pain. He kept adding lotion to his hands as he worked the pain out of my legs.    His hands kept moving up my legs in search of more knots and pain points to work this out. I kept groaning into my pillow, losing track of much else and occasionally having to remind myself to breathe. "You doin' ok, sport?" He asked me as his hands started to work on my butt. "Yeah," I managed to say with some effort. "You worked hard this week. You deserve blowing off some stream." I could only groan in response as his fingers started to rub my crack while he worked my glutes. I could hear his breathing get a little heavier as he pressed into my cheeks. I groaned and moved my hips after he grazed my hole again. "Fuck, son," he said before driving his tongue into my hole. I grabbed the pillow as the sensation rocketed through my body. Blake ate my hole like a starving man while I groaned into the pillow. He had been holding back on Sunday; now he was going at it with an almost animalistic intensity. He was grunting into my hole as I held on, riding the intense waves of pleasure. "Sorry, son, told you I was hungry, and you look good enough to eat," he said as he pulled his face from my hole. "It's ok," I said, struggling to form words as my senses returned, "felt really good." "That's my boy. What do you say you flip over, and ill work your front," I rolled over and looked at Blake for the first time since he started this rub down. His face was covered in spit from eating my hole, and he had stripped the towel off. His hard cock swung freely as he straddled my legs, the soft yellow glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows in the valleys of his muscles. He was such a fucking stud. "God damn, son, you are such a stud," he said, rubbing lotion into my chest. "I was just thinking the same thing about you..." I said, trailing off. He just grinned at me as he made me groan, working my muscles. I started to let my mind wander. I started to think back to home, what my actual dad would have done if he saw me now when Blake started to work my arms again, paying special attention to my biceps. It was like my brain faulted out as he rubbed all the work I had done this week. He worked down and even massaged my hands. My brain was back to putty as he did my other arm. He worked back down my chest and abs pressing gently on muscles I didn't know I had before this week. He kept that same grin on his face the whole time, the same grin he had when we were in the store getting all my gear. The same grin he looked at me when I had his cock all the way down my throat and when he saw I was fitting in with the team. "Head back, son, just relax and enjoy this," he told me as he started to work my legs again. I could only groan and throw my head back as he began to press on the incredibly sore meat of my legs. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as he worked the knots out. I could feel his hands moving up and down my thighs and occasionally grazing my nuts. This was enough to bring my cock from mostly hard to throbbing. He just grunted "damn" to himself as he lifted my leg to work on my calf, again making me groan as the pain from the week was pressed out. I looked down at him again when he worked my foot, taking the time to make sure every bit of me was relaxed. He noticed and just smiled again at me while pointing down at me. I put my head back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as he started on my other leg. I rolled my eyes back as he worked from my foot back up to my thigh, making all of my skin alive as he rubbed it. "Keep your head back, son," he told me as he gripped my cock. "You know I'm so fucking proud of you. I know this has been a tough week, and you haven't had the energy to do much, but you are sticking with it. You even kept up with your chores. I owe Maria 5 bucks on that." "Wait, you bet on me?" I asked, lifting my head up to look at him. I saw him straddling me. His left leg was bent, and his right was on his knee, giving him just enough room to stroke my teen meat. "Yeah, we did, and I thought you would be more like me. She thought you would still do chores. She won. The best $5 I've ever lost because you were a better son than I deserved. Now I'm going to reward you, sport." He finished with his trademark grin. He moved and rubbed my cock along his hairy trench. I groaned as he kept stroking my cock, milking more precum out and rubbing it along his crack. God, I needed to cum, I reached down to try and stroke off, but he batted my hands away. "No, son, let me get it. You just relax and enjoy this; you've earned it." I put my arms behind my head to give myself a better view of this stud of a dad playing with my cock. He moved around and lined my cock up to a soft spot in his crack. I felt him shift, and suddenly part of my dick was encompassed in this hot tight tunnel. I focused, and it hit me like a ton of bricks; my cock was in Blake. I was fucking this stud who took me in when I needed it. I was fucking... oh god, I wanted to say it. Why the fuck couldn't I say it. "God yer big son," he groaned as he slid more of it into me. "Fuck," was all I could manage to get out in my mental turmoil. I felt his furry trench touch the sensitive spot where my cock and balls met at the same time his nuts rested on my abs. My entire cock was buried in him. I wasn't entirely sure what to do, but I wanted to push even more of my cock into him. Some primal urge wanted to jerk inside him or something. "Easy, son, let me get used to it," he said as he felt me fidget underneath him. I stayed there with my eyes locked on his as he slowly relaxed his legs. Inside him, I could feel things changing, like it was loosening the grip on my cock. He grabbed my hands and held on to them as he slowly began to lift off me, my meat slowly sliding out of him before he began to slide back down. "My dad said that riding your son's cock for the first time would be intense. I didn't realize the full weight of what he said till just now." He started to move his hips faster as he slid up and down my almost painfully hard cock. I wanted to say so much, but my brain was basically putty. All I could do was squeeze his hand as the waves of emotion and pleasure radiated from me. We stayed almost silent; the only sound was his fat cock smacking into my stomach and painting it with pre. Our eyes remained locked until he bottomed out and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into an almost animalistic kiss. "My fucking stud son, fuckin his old man," he almost growled as we separated. "You like my cock in you?" "Ye..." I pushed my hips into his driving my cock deep into him. "Do that again fucker" he said, grabbing me into another kiss. I moved my hips back and slammed them forward again. He groaned and grunted as I repeated it over and over until he finally growled, "Easy, son, it's been a while." I slowly moved my hips up and down as much as I could while sitting, folded as he balanced on my cock, making out with me. I could feel every inch of his body and was overwhelmed by the gift he was giving me. Blake looked at me with teary eyes that matched mine. "You ok?" I asked as I kept driving my cock into him. "Never better, stud," he said, putting a hand on my chest before pushing me flat on my back again, "now it's time for me to take care of you, son." He started to move his hips faster on me, sliding up and down my cock. It felt too good, I couldn't stay still. I started to move my hips to match his on the down stroke, driving my teen meat deep into his dad hole. He groaned and grabbed his cock, stroking it as he rode me like a cowboy. Any pain and exhaustion I felt from the week drifted away as this new carnal part of me awoke. "Hell yeah, old man, ride yer son's cock" I groaned as I pounded him from below. "Fuck yeah, son! Own this hole," he almost shouted, stroking his meat faster. I could feel my nuts starting to burn. The load that was churning in them since Sunday started to boil. I moved my hips faster than he could match, so he stayed still as I thrust up into him, following the primal urge. He must have felt me getting close cuz he just encouraged me. "Fuckin breed me, son, unload in yer old man. Do it. Fuckin cum, son." It was too much. My cock throbbed, and my nuts tightened as the massive wave of my orgasm overtook me. I grabbed his legs and drove my hips as far up as I could, pumping my load as deep as my cock would let me. "Oh fuck son, oh fuck" he groaned on top of me as his cock started to spray me with his own potent seed. I could only groan, feeling his orgasm from inside him. It was almost like he was vibrating, and it was almost like a second orgasm as he milked even more out of me. We stayed like that while we caught our breath. My cock refused to soften inside his hole as he continued to drip cum as his slowly shrank back down. "Fuck, I needed that, son" he finally said, starting to move his legs. "Me too..." I said before moaning as he pulled off my cock. "God damn," he said, staring at my still-hard cock that had just unloaded in him. "Yeah," I said, still panting on my bed. Blake grabbed his towel and lotion and went to his bathroom, leaving me covered in cum on my bed. I slowly came down from that post-nut bliss as Blake walked in carrying his dirty work clothes. "You stink, sport. Go take a shower while I make some grub." I grumbled about having to move, slowly standing to make sure I had solid footing. As I walked next to Blake, he grabbed me. "Love you, son, I mean it." He said, holding my shoulders. "Love you too d..." I locked up. I couldn't say it. Fuck. I looked down at the floor, mad at myself. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "None of that ok. When you are ready, you won't have to force it." He said, kissing my forehead. I could have cried. He knew. Of course he knew. It was all over my face, all over my actions. I wanted this to be my family so bad it almost hurt. He just looked into my eyes with that grin of his. It was then I realized that grin showed up whenever I tried, whenever I put myself out there, whenever I made him proud. I smiled back with my tear-filled eyes as he let go of my shoulders. "Now go shower, you pig," he said, smacking my ass. I had to laugh. He was proud of me, the stud son he never knew he would have. The one he was unsure how long he would keep. The son whose virginity he had just taken, riding his cock as a reward for a hard first week of football practice. I was the luckiest fucking guy. I started the water for my shower and stared at myself in the mirror while I waited for it to warm up. I tried to see the cuts, the bruises, the black eyes, any hint of what had happened. Instead, I looked normal, healthy, almost like the kids that used to bully me. I flexed in the mirror and felt the weirdest thing; the body I was in didn't match how I felt. In my head, I was still the weak boy cowering while my dad threw things at me. Now I was what that scared kid wanted to be, and it didn't match. I tried to shake that feeling as I stepped into the shower. It was like I was living a dream. This was everything I wanted growing up. A stable house, clean clothes, friends, and a dad who loved me. I didn't deserve this. I started to cry, my tears mixing with the hot water cascading down my body. "You ok, sport?" Blake asked from the hallway. "Yeah, almost done." "Ok, food is almost warmed up." I rubbed my face under the water stream and quickly washed the cum from my body. When I was done, I shut off the water I avoided looking into the mirror again as I made my way to the kitchen. I looked at my bed quickly as I passed, the disheveled sheets becoming a hallmark of Thursday nights. "Hope yer hungry sport. We got a ton of leftovers from yesterday," Blake said from the laundry as I stepped into the kitchen. Two massive plates of pork, chicken, and brown rice were waiting on the bar, along with a large glass of water for me and a beer for Blake. I grabbed some silverware and paper towels for us as he walked in still naked. In that moment, my uncertainty from the bathroom evaporated, and I pulled off my towel, joining Blake in being bare-assed. "Feeling better?" He asked as he sat on the barstool with a slight wince. "Yeah, I see why people talk up massages so much now," I said, tossing my towel into the laundry bins. "Well, just know your coaches give good rub downs, too; just ask `em if you are really hurting." "Do their rubdowns finish like yours do?" I asked before taking a bite. He swallowed his forkful before answering, "I'm sure if you asked nicely." "That all it takes?" I asked him while getting a forkful of chicken and rice. "I'm not sure with them, but on our boy's nights, you call the shots, sport." "So if I said after we clean up, I wanted you to kiss me and do that thing you did in the shed with my butt..." I trailed off as he grabbed my hand. "Whatever you want, sport. You just gotta do me a favor." He said, locking his eyes on mine. "Ok..." "You gotta be honest with me, sport." "Ok, you got it," I said, nervous about where this was going. "So be honest, were you crying in the shower after..." Fuck. I was busted. I could feel those emotions bubbling back up as he held my hand. My face was on fire, and my eyes started to water. Honesty, I was going to have to tell him. "Yeah. But it wasn't cuz I was hurt or anything" "Ok," he said questioningly, "so what's up?" There was a pregnant pause between us before I finally managed to say in almost a whisper, "because I don't deserve this." Saying it out loud broke the floodgates. I was that kid again, scared in the corner. Blake was quick to catch me as I started to sob. He held me as I fell apart. "I got you, son," he said as he rubbed my back while I cried. I had no idea where this was coming from, but I couldn't stop it. I felt so safe in his arms, and that made me cry more. He just kept whispering and holding me as the wave subsided. "I'm sorry," I said into his chest as the sobbing passed. "For what?" He asked me as he wiped tears from my eyes. "For being dumb. For crying." "Didn't I tell you this last week? You aren't dumb for crying, and you are allowed to have good things. You are just a little stubborn and refuse to admit it." It made sense. Logically I knew he was right but also wrong at the same time. Because this was all temporary. But that was also freeing. if this was temporary, then why fill the time with tears and questioning and instead revel in the feelings Blake and Maria gave me? If this was temporary, I was going to suck up as much of this feeling of being loved as I could. "Feeling better?" "Yeah" "Good, now eat" He pushed me back to the barstool, and we ate in relaxed silence. Between the training and the crying, I had worked up quite the appetite. We ended up finishing all the leftovers. When we were done, I loaded the dishwasher as Blake wiped down the counter. As I started the washer, his big arms came around me as he hugged me from behind. "So, you still want some backyard time" he almost growled, his hardening cock in my back. I could only groan in response. This man could literally make my brain short out with just a change in his tone. "Come on" He let go and led the way out back as my cock hardened. When we were on the deck, he grabbed me into a kiss, and I melted into him again. He pulled off saying, "My sexy fucking boy," while leading me to a chair. He laid me on my back with my legs above as he drove his tongue back into my guts. I groaned and stroked my cock while he inserted the first one, then eventually two fingers in with his tongue. I could feel my body opening up. It was the first time I felt it: the need to share entirely with him. He pulled his tongue out and looked at me while he fucked me with his fingers. "What do you want, son" "For you to do what you always wanted with your son" His cock flexed as he drove his fingers deep. "You sure son," he said, almost growling. "Please, make me your son for real" In a flash, he grabbed me. I was straddling him just as he had straddled me. I could feel his cock soaked with precum and spit sliding in my crack. "Just like I did for you, kiddo," he said, lining his bloated meat at my hole, "just relax" I started to push myself down on him. It hurt a lot. It didn't feel like it did with his fingers. Something wasn't right. "Don't force it, son; just relax and let it happen." I tried. I willed my body to let him in, but I just couldn't. He saw the defeat start to cross my face and immediately pulled my face close to his. "Son, it's ok. It doesn't have to happen tonight." He said in his calming tone. Reluctantly I accepted this. I was defeated, but I was still horny with this stud naked below me. I moved my legs down his body, kissing down his furry body. He spread his legs a bit when I moved far enough down, and I moved between them, taking his cock into my mouth. He rubbed my hair as I worked it in and out of my mouth. Occasionally I would spit into my hand and stroke my cock while taking care of him. "My fucking stud son. So fuckin proud of you," he groaned as his cock went into my throat. My hands worked down to his knees as I sucked his cock. As I started to feel him get close, I lifted his legs like he had done to me on the chair. "What are you up to, son," he asked, panting. "What do you say I drive this time," I said, looking into his eyes as I lined my spit-soaked teen meat up with his puffy hole. "Go easy, son," was all he said as he hooked his legs around my waist. His hole was even better than before. I don't know if it was the fact he could relax more or the fact that he was truly giving himself to me, but it was an intoxicating sensation. I worked my cock in and out of his muscled hole under the stars as the cicadas screamed. This man who taught me love, taught me about my own strength, taught me about my own power, and opened himself up to me stared intensely into my eyes. "You like my hole, son?" He asked in a low growl. I growled back and bit his neck as I continued to drive my meat as deep as his hole would let me go. My arms slid under his as I gripped his shoulders from the back, pulling him onto my cock with my thrusts with a sense of desperation. It was as if I could work out all of my feelings that I didn't belong here by making him call me a good boy. I moved my hips as the wave of emotion took me. "You got it, son, it's all yours to use," he cooed as I started to cry while thrusting into him, "let it out, sport; I can take it, I promise." I let the tears flow freely as I grabbed his knees, lifting his legs back up above my shoulders. Blake looked at me, matching my intensity. He told me to let it out, so I did. My thrusts grew in power, pulling my cock all the way out and driving it back in. "Fuck me, son," he groaned as his eyes rolled back. I reached down and stroked his rock-hard cock, milking him from inside and out. I was like an animal, running purely on instinct. My brain couldn't form words, much less complex thoughts. My hips were a blur as the wet slapping mixed with our growls and grunts, almost drowning out the cicadas. "Mark me again, son. Show me how much you want to be mine," he growled That pushed me over the edge. I drove deep and bit his shoulder, trying to muffle the scream I would have let out. It was almost painful how hard I came. Blake moved his legs around me and held me tight to his chest while I unloaded into him. My teeth let go of his chest, and I moved to kiss him as the last aftershocks of my orgasm emptied into his cumfilled guts. "My fuckin stud of a son," he said as I pulled away. I tried to catch my breath as I straightened my back. "Mmmm, such a good fucking boy," he said, ignoring me and instead rubbing his hands all over my sweaty body. "You think?" I said, starting to flex for him. "Oh fuck yes," he said, stroking his cock. I dropped my arms and moved to pull out of him when his legs locked me in tight. He looked at me with the same intensity as when I was fucking him and just shook his head. "This is my turn, sport. Flex for your old man again, stud." I flexed my biceps, trying to make myself look as strong as I could. I also moved my hips slightly, trying to move the same way that made his eyes roll back before. He just nodded as he kept eye contact, his right arm a blur on his cock as his left ran up to my chest and down to where my cock met his hole. "Fuckin stud son breeding his dad. Right where he belongs." He muttered to himself. It hit me right then. This is where I belonged. On my knees on the deck, my hard teen cock buried balls deep, flexing for the most loving father figure I ever knew. I wasn't some loser like my old dad used to say. I was a stud who deserved to be here and deserved to be loved. "Come on, old man, show your son what a stud you are," I growled, flexing my abs and driving my cock into that hard spot in his hole. "Oh fuck, son," he roared as his body tightened. I could feel it start from inside again. His hole was like a vice as his body locked before spraying thick white cream from his cock. His back locked into an arch as shot after shot flew from him. After a full 7 shots painted his chest and he began to dribble cum, his back started to release. "You ok, old man?" "Never fucking better," he said, out of breath. I just stared at him with a toothy grin as his chest rapidly rose and fell. I helped his legs relax from where they were locked around me as he flicked off the cum from his hands. I thought about pulling out my cock but waited. His hole still felt amazing around my cock, and I wanted to savor the feeling as long as possible. "You must really like my hole," He joked, realizing I wasn't moving. "I fucking love it." "My fucking boy." We stayed like that, catching our breath under the stars for a few more minutes. The cicadas seemingly got louder as we enjoyed the August night. Sweat rolled down both of us until Blake had enough. "Brace yourself, sport," he said, putting his feet on my chest and pushing off me like a springboard. He slid a bit on the deck, my still-hard cock sliding almost completely out of his hole. I looked down and saw just the head of my cock in his hole, the rest covered in a layer of my cum. "Fucking hell, that's hot." "You like your old man's hole full of yer cum?" "I do." "Well, go slow; I'm gonna try not to make a giant mess," he said with a wink. I pulled the rest of my cock out as a thin line of cum dribbled from his hole. We both got up and walked on unsteady feet. Blake put his arm around me as we made our way inside. The dishwasher was still running, and Maria still wasn't home. Blake went to the fridge and grabbed us some water bottles while I looked at all the texts from the team. "Think I'm gonna take a quick rinse-off shower; wanna join sport?" He said, handing me a bottle. "Not a bad idea," I said, cracking open my bottle and taking a gulp. I followed Blake to his bathroom, grabbing clean towels out of the closet as we went. Blake had the water going when I stepped in behind him. "God, you wrecked me son," he said, rinsing the cum off his chest and stomach. "A little bit. It was my first time." "You are a fucking natural kiddo," he said, turning around to face me. He let the water cascade down his back and legs, washing the spit and my cum down the drain. All I could do was smile. I was still sore, but I was happy. Blake moved me under the water, and I rinsed the cum and sweat from my body. "Ready?" He asked me when I had most of the cum off me. "Yeah," I said as I shut off the water. He handed me a towel before telling me, "You make me proud, kiddo. It's amazing seeing you start to become the man you will be, and I'm so grateful to be a part of that." "Thanks," I said awkwardly as I dried off. "Hey, like I told you when we signed you up for classes, I'm going to tell you that you make me proud whenever you do" I just smiled back at him. He tussled my hair and pushed me out of his bathroom. "Go be a teenager before bed, sport," he told me with a wink. I wrapped my towel around myself and made my way to the kitchen, grabbing my phone and water bottle before heading to my room and flopping back on my messy bed. I texted with the guys until I ran out of energy. It was barely 9 when I got ready for bed. I gave Blake a good night kiss while he read in the living room after brushing my teeth. "Minty pig" was all he said, making me roll my eyes. "Sleep good, sport." He said as I closed my door. I had turned off the lights and just gotten myself all squared away when I heard Maria in the hallway asking Blake, "What is this about coyotes in the woods? It's all over the neighborhood message board. They heard them howling and chasing stuff along the wood line." I chuckled to myself and rolled over. Apparently, we weren't as quiet as we thought. They kept on talking outside my door, just loud enough that I could hear them. "It's their land too. Just gotta be careful if we get a pet and probably not raise any chickens." Blake said in his calm tone. "Where's Justin?" She asked him. "Passed out. He was feeling better after I showed him some stretches and massaged out his worst spots." "God, I hope he can keep up when school starts. I would hate for him to be a zombie the whole time." "He will, and besides, he's got the best fake parents on his side." "He does at that." She said, their voices fading as they made their way to the kitchen. They were right; I had the best fucking foster parents ever. They didn't bat an eye when I talked about crushing on a guy. They wouldn't take no for an answer on clothes. They even activated one of their old phones for me so I could stay in contact with them and my new friends. I went to sleep that night feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.