Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2023 18:10:52 +0000 From: Dod Kelevra Subject: Football Boys and Chosen Family chapter 5 Disclaimer: The following is a story of an incestuous homosexual nature between teenagers and adults 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 5: Dad Cliff had my arms pinned behind me. His sweaty chest heaved, and I could barely squirm as he kept me from grabbing Alex's head. Our grunts mixed with the sloppy sounds Alex was making on my hard cock as the sounds of our roughhousing echoed off the tile in the showers. Mickey was behind Cliff doin' something, but I wasn't sure if he would help me win. "You gonna beg yet?" Alex said, slowly stroking my spit-soaked boner. He had been teasing me since last Friday's cool-off day when my dick refused to stay soft. After all day helping each other stretch and giving each other rubdowns while the coaches helped, I was positively panting. When Alex kissed me in the shower, even though we weren't alone, I pushed his back into the shower wall and kissed him back with the same intensity Blake could pull from me. Alex broke and almost growled into my ear, "Good puppy." My brain melted. I could only whimper into his shoulder while his hands moved up my sides and back. He had an evil grin as he pushed me down to my knees in front of him. Like a starving dog, I sucked his cock into my mouth, ignoring our teammates around us in the showers.    "Mmmm, good boy." It didn't take long for Alex to shoot into my mouth. After Blake's massive loads, swallowing Alex's loads was easier. As I pulled off, I milked a few more drops of his sweet cum to leave on my tongue. I kept him pinned against the wall and kissed him again, swapping his load with him until Coach Estes pulled us into his office to go over some of the plays Alex and I struggled with. Sure, my first time having sex with Alex could have been a little more romantic, but it set the tone. Ever since, even with Blake, I haven't been able to bust a nut. The only time we had to play, he was single-mindedly focused on my hole, tongue and finger fucking it while jerking off. It felt incredible, but not busting my nut added to my frustration. Even my bed wasn't a relief, as I kept falling asleep before I came. Practice kept me exhausted, with even a Sunday practice with Alex, Ahmad, Cliff, Mickey, and Jerod at Coach Estes's house. "Bark for me, puppy," Alex said as I struggled in Cliff's arms. I glared at Alex, his evil grin staring back at me. I shouldn't have agreed to this stupid bet, especially in my state. Mikey bet Alex he could get Cliff off before Alex could get me off. Alex took umbrage with that, and according to Alex, the terms were first one to cum had to do touch-and-go's across the entire football field. It seemed like Cliff and I drew the short straws, having to pay the price regardless, but apparently, Cliff thought he was a sure winner and grabbed me. I could feel Cliff's cock throbbing as Mikey did whatever he was doing. I struggled in his arms more, moving my ass to rub along the length of his cock. God damn, I wanted to cum, and Alex was making it incredibly hard not to, but after last week I was sure Touch and Go's would kill me. I focused all my willpower on just holding on as Cliff's breathing got more ragged. Alex sensed this and picked up the pace on my cock, trying to get me over the edge. Mickey and I were too much for Cliff, though, as he bit onto my shoulder before spraying his load all over my ass and legs. "God damn it," Cliff finally said, letting go of my arms, "that was almost worth it." "What was," I asked him, helping Alex up. "Mickey's tongue," Cliff said, picking Mickey up from the tile. "Wait, you were just tongue fuckin' him?" Alex asked. "Yup!" Mickey said with pride as he started. "Ok guys, I'm ready to pay up," Cliff said The thick-muscled lineman slowly got on the tile, eventually ending up on his knees and elbows. Alex moved me till I was right behind Cliff. We watched as Mickey fed Cliff his rock-hard meat. "I thought touch and go's were the price for losing," I said, eyes locked on Cliff's spit-soaked winking hole. "For you, it was. Your hole is still cherry. Cliff here has to take your load." "More gets to," Cliff said, pulling off Mickey's cock. "This a trick?" I asked. "Nope. This big lunk just thinks yer hot and likes getting fucked. Alex thought it would be hot to make out with you while you two fucked him," Mickey said while fucking Cliff's face. Alex spat in his hand and rubbed my cock again, slicking my cock and lining me up with the stud in front of me. Alex pushed his hips forward so my cock slid into the hot linebacker hole while he pulled my head to the side so he could kiss me. I moaned into his mouth as I sunk inch after inch into his meaty ass. "Aww fuck" Mickey shouted as he lost his nut to Cliff's oral ministrations. Alex broke the kiss as Mickey fed Cliff his nut. He moved to Mickey's side as I continued to saw my hog in and out of Cliff's meaty ass. Once Cliff was sure he had swallowed all of Mickey's nut, he moved to Alex's throbbing teen cock, letting Mickey's softening spit-shined meat hang near his cheek. "Fuck yeah, Alex, feed him yer quarterback cock" I groaned. Alex grabbed Cliff's head and shoved his entire cock into Cliff's hungry maw. The panicked gasps when Alex pulled back made Cliff milk my cock as it was deep in his hole. That triggered something in me similar to fucking Blake had. I grabbed the back of Alex's head and pulled him into a kiss, us both shoving our tongues into each other's mouths as we used the linebacker. Seeing Cliff get used got Mickey horned back up. With me bent slightly over so I could swap spit with Alex, Mickey found his target. I drove my needy cock into Cliff's hungry ass as Mickey drove his tongue up my virgin hole. All I could do was groan into Alex's mouth as I rode the waves coming from Cliff's guts and Mickey's tongue. It didn't take long for Mickey to add fingers to his assault, but his actions left me locked in place, my cock buried balls deep. Alex continued to pump his cock in and out of Cliff's hungry mouth until his groans matched mine, finally breaking the kiss to feed Cliff his heady cum. "Damn boys, you really know how to take care of your teammates," Coach B said as he stood in front of the half wall. He stood there, arms crossed over his red tank top. His short shorts tented slightly, betraying just how much strain his jockstrap was under. His dark hair body hair almost popped out of his clothes, contrasting with the bright colors of his uniform. His hat held the mirrored sunglasses we had all grown not to trust as we never knew where he was looking. "Cliff, yer dad just called, and he will be here in 5. Justin, Estes wants you to stick around for one-on-ones on a few plays. Alex, already talked to Cliff's dad; he's gonna drive you and Mickey home. The three of ya might wanna clean up before he gets here." We had to be a sight. Cliff's beefy body on all fours between Alex's strapping frame and mine, with my cock buried in the linebacker while Mickey's nimble fingers were buried in my hole. Sweaty, naked jocks rutting with reckless abandon in an open locker room was probably not what this shower was designed for. Still, Coach stood there, his shorts tenting and the mirrored sunglasses giving us an orange-tinted version of ourselves. Mickey was the first to move, pulling his fingers from my spit-soaked hole. I followed, my cock still bobbing and begging for release after it was free of Cliff's hole. Mickey helped me up, and Alex and I helped Cliff up. The showers began to be used for their proper purpose as I stood awkwardly in front of Coach B, my hard cock bouncing faster as my heart rate increased. "Come on, Justin, let's get you presentable," Coach B said, throwing a towel at me. I wrapped it around myself and followed Coach B to the coach's office. The raw concrete was cold on my bare feet. The coach's office was a fishbowl with large windows looking into the locker room. It was long and narrow, with four desks facing the glass and a couch on the side wall. Somehow, it had a lived-in feeling despite being as new as the rest of the building. "Justin, take a seat," Coach Estes pointed to the chair next to his desk without breaking eye contact with his computer. I sat down in the creaky plastic chair as he continued to type. Coach B sat at his desk, typing away. The hum of the fluorescent lighting seemed to grow louder as I waited. It was fucking awkward. Sitting here in just a towel while they typed made it feel like the hospital all over again. I focused on not letting myself spiral as the coaches settled their paperwork. "So Justin," Coach Estes said, grabbing my attention, "how are you feeling?" "Sore, but good. Blake has been helping me with stretching. I'm just going to have to get used to it." "To a point, but some of this will stop hurting, especially as you get better quick control on those legs. So you are focused and present?" "When he's not balls deep in a linebacker," Coach B answered for me. "God, to be young again. But seriously, Justin, I want to ensure you can handle what we are throwing at you. You seem like you are keeping up, but I want to make sure you are good. I don't want to push you into a shutdown like I did at my house," he said, putting his hand on my knee and locking eyes with me. My heart swelled a bit. As hard as he had been running me the last week and a half, to have him still checking to make sure he wasn't pushing me too far was incredible. I felt protected, I felt valued, I felt at home. "Yeah. I'm struggling with some plays and being in the right spot when Alex gets the ball, but I'll get it." "Actually, I have some notes on that for you." We spent a while going over my weak points on plays. It was funny how some of my mistakes confused the names, but made the right moves for the wrong play callout. Coach B got up as Cliff's dad walked into the locker room. Alex gave me a wink and a wave as he walked out. "You like him, don't you, young buck?" Coach Estes asked me. "He's had my back since we met at your house." "And you like him." "Yeah," I said, blushing. "You have your foster dad's taste. Just wait till you see the cheerleaders." Coach B said, sitting back down. "So, what were you boys doing in the shower earlier?" Estes asked "Just playing around. Mikey and Alex bet they could make us cum." "And did you?" "No" "Not even when you were balls deep in the linebacker?" "No, I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could." "Is that why Mickey had his fingers in you?" Coach B asked, rubbing his shorts. "I mean, that always feels good, too," I answered, rubbing my growing cock through the towel. "You know, Justin, your foster dad goes way back with Brian and me. Further back with Brian. But we have been pretty tight since college. You know he shares a lot with us." "I know part of that. I mean, I've had Coach B's cock down my throat." I answered, towel coming untucked from my waist. Coach Estes looked slightly surprised as he yelled at Coach B, "You dirty dog, you didn't tell me that!" "Because Blake did; you were just so horny bating about him fingering his boys hole you missed the part about your fellow coach on his other end." "Fuck. So how is he?" Estes asked, backing his chair away from his desk. "Fucking prime, that fat meat of yours will be a challenge for him, but he will rise to the occasion. Ain't that right, Justin?" I was openly stroking my hard meat, listening to my coaches talk about me instead of to me. Precum flowed into my fist, making my cock shine under the institutional lighting. The pretense of one on ones was gone as Coach Estes pulled off his thin running shorts to show off his well-worn jock. The pouch bugled and stretched, the stitching under maximum strain, trying to contain his massive meat. "Stand up, Justin," Coach B told me. He stood behind me, rubbing my back as I stood. I hadn't even noticed him get out of his chair. I was so focused on Coach Estes's stretched-out jock pouch. Coach B pulled me back into him, giving me a hug from behind--his body hair pricking and scratching at my skin as he kissed my neck. "Wanna blow Coach E while I sample that hot hole of yours?" He asked softly, almost biting my ear as he did it. My skin was alive from the contact. My balls ached and begged for release. My cock throbbed with my heartbeat. I struggled to make words as Coach B rubbed my chest, encasing me in his embrace. Coach Estes just stood, massaging that massive cock through his jock. Coach B's cock was leaving a snail trail of precum around my ass as he held me, kissing my neck. "Please." I finally managed to whisper. "Please what, young buck?" Coach B growled into my ear. "Please, please work my hole while I try and suck Coach E's cock" "Atta boy," Coach B said as he started to kiss down my spine. Coach Estes smiled at me, rubbing his massive pouch as I whimpered. His smile grew as Coach B gripped my lower back, teasing the sensitive skin with his beardy kisses. I could only groan and lean into Coach E's crotch. My face nuzzled into his overstretched jock pouch as Coach B slid his tongue into my hole. "So fuckin' proud of you, young buck." Coach Estes almost growled as he massaged my shoulders. My tongue snaked under his jock pouch as I whimpered. My brain was in overdrive. It was like every single nerve was on fire. My cock was dripping pre like a faucet while my entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat that the ceiling fans and split unit couldn't eliminate. The heady mix of all of our sweat and spit and incredible horny energy had me almost vibrating as I slowly pulled Coach E's pouch to the side with my teeth. "Atta boy, I knew you would figure out how to do it," Coach Estes growled above me. "How's he doin' Brian?" "Opening up like a champ, about to slide another finger in," Coach B said behind me. I groaned as my hole stretched, Estes pulling my head down on his bloated cock to keep me quiet. I was flying. A part of me knew this was incredibly wrong, but I wanted it so much. I needed it so much. I needed these men to show me how to enjoy my body. My nerves were electric. The smell of fresh paint made this feel even dirtier, spoiling the office before it lost that fresh build smell. The hum of the fluorescent lighting mixed with the sloppy noises of me getting finger fucked while I worked Estes's cock. My body dripped sweat on the metal desk and faux leather lined desk calendar as my chest heaved, trying to get air when I wasn't swallowing coach meat whole. Above me, I could feel Coach Estes reaching for something while I continued to throat his fat hog. I looked up as I ran my tongue from his base to the tip to see him with his phone in his hand. His left hand reached down to run his fingers along my buzz-cut hair as he guided me back down his cock. "Arch yer back there, young buck," Coach Estes said as he waited for his Facetime call to go through. I arched my back to give Coach B better access to keep pushing his fingers into me as I pulled back to breathe. "Whatcha doin' Blake?" Coach Estes said to his phone. I buried my nose in Coaches pubes as Blake said, "Just walking to the truck after work. What's going on? Is Justin ok?" "Oh, Justin is doing great. Better than great, actually. Want to see?" "What do you have my boy doin', ya ol perv," Blake said with a knowing chuckle. "As I said, yer boy is doing great." "Motherfucker... he's got the whole thing in his throat and how many fingers in him," Blake said with lust taking over "Got two in him, about to slide in a third." Coach B said from behind me. "I'll be there in 10, maybe 15 if I hit the lights wrong." I felt my dick leak at that. Coach B felt it inside and ran his free hand up and down my back as he slid his third finger into me. "He's eager for you, bro," he said, making me moan around Coach E's cock. "I can see that. Be there as fast as I can," Blake said as I heard his truck start up. "See you soon, bud," Estes said, winking at his phone as he flipped the camera back around. Coach B sped up his finger fucking as I pulled off Coach E's cock, needing to catch my breath. Coach Estes laid his fat cock across my face as he rubbed my head. "Such a good fuckin' boy. Working hard on the field, playing hard in the showers, and now with us in our office. Can't wait to see your dad open you up." Coach Estes said as I groaned at the base of his cock. "God damn, his hole opens up when you say that; it's like he relaxes onto my fingers," Coach B said from behind me. "Yeah, young buck, you want Blake to pop your cherry? Want your dad to be the first in that hole?" Estes asked. I groaned in response. I couldn't do words. But the rush in my body when they called Blake my dad, it gave me a rush. Estes reached down to stroke his meat while I groaned as Coach B worked my hole, preparing me for Blake. I buried my nose in Coach E's nuts while I rode the waves of pleasure coming from my hole. My head swam with the heady aroma as I felt Coach's hairy dick. "God damn, with that back arch, you are definitely my son," Blake said as he came through the door. I perked up at the sound of his voice. I looked back to see him, and between my foggy vision and the lighting, he almost looked like a brown-skinned angel. He undid his tie as he closed the distance from the door to the pile we were in. When he got to us, he ran his hand along my sweat-soaked back and smiled with that smile that said he was proud of me. "Havin' fun sport?" He asked, throwing his tie on the empty desk. "Yeah," I managed to groan as Coach B continued the assault on my hole. "How's he doin' back there?" He asked Coach B. "Bout ready for you, bro. He's hungry for you, he opens up whenever he hears your voice, or we mention you." "Daddy's little stud," Blake said with a chuckle as he continued to pull his clothes off. I felt my face flush. Coach B slowly pulled his fingers out of me as Estes untangled himself from my arms. I bent across Coach Estes's desk while they formed up behind me. "Rick, you want a taste of my boy's cherry hole while he lubes me up with his mouth?" Blake asked as he stroked his cock. "It's a beauty. You good with yer head coach having a taste, young buck?" Estes asked me. "Fuck yes," I answered quickly, missing the attention my hole was getting. "Daddy's little horndog," Blake said, chuckling as he walked to my head, "you having fun, son?" I looked up at this stud of a man as his cock throbbed above me. Instead of answering, I reached out and stroked that fat hog. "My boy," he said as he rubbed my head. I shifted my body to soak this stud cock with my spit. He groaned and grabbed my shoulder as he shoved his cock further into my body. Blake's groans must have egged on Coach Estes because he drove his tongue further into me every time Blake groaned. I looked back as Blake fed me his hog to see Coach Estes on his knees with Coach B in his chair, legs spread, stroking his meaty cock with his right hand as his left hand gripped the chair's headrest. The sexual energy was off the charts. Coach Estes's tongue dove into my hole, and I groaned around Blake's cock. He looked down at me with those eyes of quiet intensity he gets when he's horny. "My beautiful boy. Daddy's little cocksucker." He told me as he gripped my head. I groaned around his meat more. Blake and Coach Estes worked me from both ends while I stayed high on the sexual energy. My body vibrated while I bent over the desk and got worked over. Finally, Estes pulled his tongue out and gave my ass a loud smack. "Well, Blake, I think that boys hole is about as ready as we can get it." He said, standing up behind me. "You wanna try to take my cock again, sport?" Blake asked me softly. I just nodded as his cock pumped more precum into me. As Coach Estes stood up, Blake pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. I kept my head down while they opened and closed drawers behind me. Estes sat in his chair next to my head, spreading his legs wide while stroking his bloated hog. "Turn over, son; I got a feeling we are gonna wanna kiss while we do this." I stood up and faced Blake, his cock jutting straight out from his body. Coach B and Estes were in their work chairs, ready for the show we were about to put on. Suddenly, I was nervous. Blake sensed it and wordlessly pulled me into a hug. I melted into his sweaty body as he held me, his scent calming me down. He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. "You ok, son?" "Yeah" "It's just you and me, ok." He said, staring directly into my eyes. I ran my hand along his bulging bicep as he moved me back to Estes's desk. When my ass hit the edge, he slowly pushed me back while holding me until my feet came off the floor. My back came to rest right where my chest had been as Blake raised my legs. "Give me yer hand, son. I want you to grip it; if it hurts, squeeze hard, and I'll hold still, ok? If it's too much, we can stop. You are driving, okay, sport? I know you want this, but I don't want you to be stubborn about it, ok?" I nodded and took his hand while he ran something cool and slippery up and down my crack. His thick fingers slid in, stretching me out and making me moan. He pulled out, and Coach B poured more of the clear stuff into Blake's hand. He ran it over his steely rod, making a wet squelch. "You ready, son?" I nodded. He got a crooked grin and nodded back. He maintained eye contact as he slid his cock up and down my crack, thrusting his hips and teasing me. "Yeah, you are hungry for it, aren't you, son? Yer eyes are almost pleading for it." He wasn't wrong. Ever since the rub down and Blake riding me, a part of me has needed to let him do the same. There was some deep hunger that I couldn't shake. I started to move my hips in rhythm with Blake's strokes. "My beautiful boy," he said as he lined his cock up to my hole and pushed. A flash of white heat rocketed up my spine and through my entire body as I squeezed Blake's hand. "I got you, sport; I'm here," he said softly, bending over to close the distance between our faces, "just breathe, kiddo." I nodded and forced myself to breathe like we did while stretching. Slowly, the sharpness of the pain faded and became a dull thud. Blake could feel me relaxing and got a grin as I realized the dull thud was his heartbeat flexing his cock. "I'm inside you, son. Just a little bit, but I'm inside you." I stared deep into Blake's eyes. I couldn't find my voice to ask what I needed. I loosened my grip on his hand, and that evil grin started to come back. "My beautiful baby boy wants more, doesn't he" he flexed his cock to punctuate. I could only nod in response, barely whispering, "Please, slow." His eyes bored into my soul as he almost growled, "I got you, baby boy." He slowly pressed his meat into me until he got about halfway when he stopped. My body was on fire, but my grip on his hand was still slack. He stopped making eye contact and looked down at his cock in my hole. It throbbed, knocking on something inside me. It shorted out something in my brain. I closed my eyes for a second; the light suddenly too bright. When I opened my eyes again, my nostrils flared, and I gripped his hand again to get his attention. His eyes locked on mine, and he knew what I needed. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, working more of his cock into me while also fucking me. He kept hitting that spot inside me, making my body shake. Our eyes stayed locked until I felt it; he thrust until I felt him go as deep into my body as he could, his furry bush against my hairless hole. "Oh fuck, dad." It came out of me with no hesitation, nothing stopping me. His cock flexed in me as he looked at me with a mix of shock and desperation. "Son, say it again." "Say what again?" I stalled, watching the desperation spread on his face. Can I say it? What if I can't repeat it? Oh god, I couldn't even get away impaled on him like this. "Call me that again." I steadied myself, waiting for the block to kick in and remind me of him. "Dad" My eyes filled with tears as Blake let go of my hand, wrapping his arms around my neck as our foreheads touched. "I'm here, baby boy. My beautiful son. I'm here." "Oh, Dad," I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding onto him for dear life as his cock flexed in me. "You have no idea how much I wanted you to say that." "You have no idea how much I wanted to," I said with tear-filled eyes. "My beautiful son," he said as he pulled back and thrust into me, sending my head back into his arms. My body was on fire again, this time wanting more. "Please, Dad, please make me yours." "Oh fuck son, I'm not gonna last long." He said as his thrusts got more demanding and erratic. "Please, Dad," I kept repeating, almost hysterical. "Oh fuck son." He pulled on my shoulders as he slammed balls deep into me. His cock flexed, and a spreading warmth filled me. I realized it was his cum, his DNA. Blake locked his lips with mine as he continued to pump me full, lightly pulling in and out of my hole as more cum left his cock. As I caught my breath, I became acutely aware of the other two men in the room. They had gotten out of their chairs and were on either side, their throbbing cocks inches from our faces. Blake seemed to notice it, too, as his cock flexed in my hole again. "Yer still hard, Dad," I said, still surprised at the ease it came out of me. "I am." He said, getting that evil grin. "You gonna breed him again, Rivera?" Estes said, stroking his cock next to our faces. "Rick, I'm gonna fill my son here with so much of my DNA there's gonna be nothing foster about our relationship." He said with a force I hadn't heard before. I moaned a bit at that. "Like that thought, son?" He said, pulling out and slamming back into me. "Fuck me, Dad." "He's a little sparkplug like you were, Blake," Brian said. "Yeah, he is. My beautiful stud son, taking dad's cock" he said, slamming me again to punctuate. "What do you say I take you for a ride this time, son? Really open you up." "Before you go much further, can his next ride be to one of the unused desks?" Estes said. I raised my head to see his broken file sorter and a mess of papers no longer where they should be. "Ahh shit, sorry, Rick," Blake said, surveying the damage as well. "Worth it. Not every day you get to watch a dad pop his son's cherry." Estes said, still stroking his mammoth cock. "Hold on to my back tight, son," Blake said, gripping my shoulders and lifting me while I was still impaled on his cock. I could only grunt and squeeze him harder as he walked me to the unused desk beside the couch. He dropped me so I was across the desk instead of along it, allowing my head to tilt back more. "Hey Rick, as a consolation for ruining yer desk, why don't you keep my son here quiet as I show him how the Rivera men fuck." "With pleasure, as long as the young buck is down." I gave a thumbs up and groaned as I squeezed my hole along Dad's cock, trying to pull him in deeper. "Baby boy is learning how to flex his hole; I think he can get some of that good Estes precum on his tongue," Dad growled above me. I tilted my head back, and Estes shoved the first few inches of his massive hog into my open mouth. Dad started to rock his cock in and out of my hole, making me moan around Estes's cock, which made him begin to thrust more of it down my throat. "Jesus Christ," Coach B said, standing next to Dad. "Beautiful, ain't it," Dad groaned as he worked his cock in and out of my hole. I stopped paying attention to words. They didn't matter. What mattered was the thick cocks in my throat and guts. Dad was moving his cock with precision hitting all my buttons as he sawed it back and forth. Estes was throat fucking me like a pro, pushing in until I was about to gag, then pulling back out. Why was I ever scared of this part of myself? I reached down to stroke my hard 14-year-old cock only to feel my hands grabbed and pushed to my chest. Estes pulled his cock out, dragging the slimy monster across my face as he lifted my head so I could look at my dad. He was a man possessed. He had an almost feral intensity as he held my hands at my chest with one hand and held my cock in his other. "This is mine. You can play with it when I say you can. That understood, son?" He growled, not missing a beat, plunging in and out of my teen hole. "Yes, sir," I groaned. "I. CANT. HEAR. YOU." He said, slamming his cock balls deep with each word, making me catch my breath. "Yes, Daddy," I yelled. "My horny boy," he growled, milking my cock with each thrust, precum filling his fist. "Rick, feed him some more cock" Dad ordered in a low growl. My head dropped back, and suddenly, my vision was filled with Estes's fat, hairy nuts. "Go on, young buck, work for that cock" Estes growled, sitting his meat in my mouth. I worked my head up to swallow more of Coach's cock. My tongue danced around his head, making him groan. Holding my head up was causing me to flex my core, making my dad moan. Remembering how Dad milked my cock with his hole, I flexed different muscles until Dad let my hands go, needing to grab my legs as his thrusts for more erratic. "Fuck yeah, Blake breed yer boy," Brian said, stroking his cock and watching Dad piston my guts. Dad just groaned, his hands digging deep into my thighs as he started to tremble. His body began to twitch as he said through his gritted teeth, "God dammit, son, I wanted to go longer." I grabbed Estes's cock, stroking it outside my mouth so I could groan "Keep fucking me, Dad, please keep fucking me." He lost the battle as he drove in balls deep, and I could feel his cock starting to twitch in my hole. That warm wetness spread inside me as Dad grunted, no longer able to form words. He stood there, body trembling as his cum filled me. His body glistened with sweat in the fluorescent light. He let go of my thighs and slowly rubbed my body as his cock softened. I lay there looking at this stud of a dad, realizing he was doing exactly what he said he would, filling me with so much of his DNA that the line between foster dad and dad got blurry. Dad's softening cock finally popped out, and I felt so empty. There was an audible sound of something wet dripping onto the concrete. I reached down to feel my hole soaking wet, leaking Dad's load. Dad wiped the sweat from his brow, staring at his work. Coach Estes's cock stayed hard, head dripping precum onto my shoulder. Coach B was locked in place as he continued stroking his cock. "How are you feeling, son?" Dad asked, still catching his breath. I felt empty. My balls were getting sore. I wanted more. I wanted to cum. I wanted to be filled with cum. I needed to control these men using my hole to make them groan as I moved my muscles. I needed to make my new dad proud. "More" was all I could get out. "You want more son?" Dad said, surprised. "Fuck yes. I want more, Dad." "My beautiful boy wants to be daddy's cumdump?" "I want to take all the cock you want me to take, Dad." And I did. Maybe it would be different after someone else other than dad fucked me, but a part of me needed more. Coach B winked and walked to his desk while an evil grin spread across Dad's face. "My boy wants more cock after two daddy loads. We can make that happen. Rick, I hope you don't mind if Brian takes a ride first." "Not at all; I appreciate you sharing the moment with us. Besides, the more cum in those guts, the easier it will be to take this monster," he said, smacking my face with his oversized hog. "Justin, why don't you flip over?" Coach B said, a large black Sharpie in his hand. I rolled over into my stomach, bare feet touching the concrete floor. Coach Estes ran his hand to my chin, lifting my head to where his cock was throbbing with his heartbeat. I slipped his cock into my mouth as Coach B uncapped the sharpie, putting two lines on the right side of my lower back. "You wanted more; here's some more," Coach B said, pushing his cock into my slick hole. I groaned around Coach Estes's cock as Coach B slid smoothly into me until he was balls deep. He grabbed my hips as he ground the hairy base of his cock into my hairless hole. "God damn Blake. Your son's hole is amazing." Coach B said, slowly starting to work in and out. "Ain't it, though. Watchin' you fuck him is pretty damn hot too. You havin' fun, son?" Dad asked, sitting in Coach Estes's office chair, cock slowly filling with blood again. I gave him a thumbs up as I worked more of Coach Estes's bloated meat into my throat. My cock was leaking precum all over the desk as Coach B fucked me, sawing his fat cock in and out and mixing his precum with Dad's cum. With Coach Estes, I had more control, and I was teasing the hell out of him. I would suck him steadily, feeling him start to groan, and then I'd back off, focusing on the head or his balls. He was starting to get huffy as Coach B started to speed up. He was fucking me so hard that the desk began to move. Coach B slowed down for a minute, laying his hairy body across my back as he got right into my ear, "I told you that you weren't going anywhere. I told you that Blake would be open to you being a deviant." I groaned as Coach B grabbed my shoulders. "Now your deviant ass where it needs to be, on my cock. So fucking good." He stood up and fucked hard, dripping sweat onto my back. His hairy cock slammed in and out of my hairless hole like a jackhammer. My head was spinning, so much sweat and musk and all the cock I could take. I never wanted to leave this office. "Fucker. Just. A. Little. Longer." He said through gritted teeth, slamming my hips with each word. Coach Bs forceful thrusting pushed me all the way down Coach Estes's cock. The gaging made my entire core tighten, which made Coach B thrust hard again, and again, and again until I could feel that fat piece of meat start to twitch inside me, letting loose his heavy load of coach cum. Coach Estes pulled back to let me breathe and patted my head as Coach B jerked behind me. I lay there catching my breath as my hole throbbed around Coach's cock. I could feel it deflating as the sharpie was uncapped, and another line was drawn on my lower back. Coach smacked my ass, making me tighten up and jump up as he pulled out. Coach Estes stepped behind me and pushed me back down so my chest was on the desk. "You still good, son?" Dad asked me, a bit concerned with the look in Coach Estes' eyes. "Yeah, young buck, you ready for yer head coach to pay you back for all that teasing you just did?" Coach Estes said, smacking his massive meat on my ass cheeks. I widened my stance as Coach Estes put his hand in the center of my lower back, forcing it down and my back to arch. I saw Dad standing with Coach B, both watching with excitement as Coach Estes lined his giant cock with my cumfilled hole. "Just breathe, young buck; I have a feeling you will like this," Coach Estes said as he tapped his head on my hole. I relaxed and pushed back slightly as Coach Estes tapped, and his oversized head popped into my cumslick guts. He immediately grabbed my hips and drove his hips, sinking a few inches into me before he regained some composure. The noise I let out was part moan, part scream. He stayed there, with 3 or 4 inches of his cock stretching my hairless hole while Dad got hard as a rock again. "Jesus, Rick, go easy on him," Coach B said, grabbing a towel. "Yeah, didn't realize y'all flooded him that much. God damn, he's so fuckin slick inside," Coach Estes said, sliding another inch in. I just groaned in response. This felt incredible. My hole hurt, but in a good way, like lifting weights hurt. My insides were full and only getting fuller. I could feel Coach's heartbeat through his cock and my burning hole. "How you feeling, son?" Dad asked, his face close to mine "It's so good dad." I groaned, grabbing the edge of the desk as Coach Estes continued pushing in that oversized cock. "We might have got the boy a lil dick drunk," Coach B said, his shower kit on his desk and about half hard. "He was dick drunk the minute he walked in this office," Coach Estes said, still somehow pushing more cock in me. "Definitely by the time he saw your jock." "Jesus, how much more is there?" I said as Coach was deeper in me than I thought possible. "Just this," Coach Estes said, driving the last half an inch into my hole. I smacked the edge of the desk, more in shock than anything. His giant cock pushed Dad's and Coach B's loads deeper into my body, pushing dads DNA deep into my very soul. "God, I love watching that. That's gonna keep me primed for my date. I'm gonna take a shower and head out, though, guys. See you tomorrow," Coach B said, nice clothes sitting with his shower kit. "Yeah, tomorrow," Coach Estes said, slowly pulling his enormous cock out of me. I tried to wave, but the sensations Coach Estes's cock was giving me made me roll my eyes into the back of my head. I could feel something dripping down my legs as Coach slowly pushed back in. "When I saw how this kid looked at you, Blake, I knew it was something special. Never thought it would be special enough I would be pushing yer loads deeper into him." "Like my dad used to say: give a boy love, give him safety, and let him explore without shame, and he will return everything 100 fold." Dad sat in the chair, his face inches from mine as he looked deep into my eyes while Coach Estes continued to slowly work his giant cock in and out of me. He rubbed my head, staring at me, his face with that cocky grin with eyes boring into my soul. "I'm so fuckin' proud of you, son. You have risen and surpassed every challenge in front of you. I couldn't be prouder to be your dad. The fact you are an insatiable horndog like me, that's icing on the cake," he said before kissing my forehead. "You two are fuckin beautiful, but my balls are aching cuz of this little tease here. So if yer ready young buck, I'm going to try and destroy you with my cock." I arched my back, pushing my hairless hole into his thick bush. I looked back and gave him a cocky grin, "You ain't made me tap out yet." Coach growled behind me, warning me just how much I would regret those words. Dad leaned back in the chair, his cocky grin widening as Coach's chest pumped up. "Remember to breathe, son," Dad said, stroking his meat excitedly Like a lightning strike, Coach pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into me, the sound of our hips smacking echoing in the office. Before I could fully catch my breath, he did it again, and again, and again. His hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, keeping me in position as he assaulted me with his massive weapon. There was no time for thoughts; his assault was too fast. All I could do was move my hips. My back arched more, making that mammoth hog nail my prostate as he drove into me, painting the desktop with even more precum. Dad was sitting in the chair, slowly stroking, watching his son's ass get assaulted. "Fuckin' hell, kid," Coach groaned as he kept up the assault I felt myself pushing back into his thrusts. This time, it was my need for him to bury his meat even deeper. I was egging him on, almost teasing him with my teen hole. Dad saw the recognition in my eyes and stood up, lining his cock up with my mouth. "Yer son is insatiable." "You gonna breed him?" Dad asked as his cock slid in and out of my mouth with Coach's thrusts. "I wanna hold off, but I don't think I can for long." Coach groaned behind me, dripping more sweat onto my body. "Fuckin load him up," Dad said as I started to play with his furry nuts. "Oh, I'm going to. I can't wait till our first overnight. I will gonna try to break the bed with this one." "You dirty ol perv" "Yeah, well, this dirty old perv is about to breed your son." Coach started to roar above me. His mammoth cock felt like it was getting more massive in me as the rhythmic thrusts sped up and shallowed. Dad pulled out of my mouth and winked at me. I knew what he wanted me to do. "Come on, coach, breed me. Mark the newbie as one of your players. Fill my jock hole with your seed." "You dirty little tease. You're lucky this is bad behavior I reward. Gonna fill you up, young buck." Coach's thrusts got erratic before he drove that mammoth meat deep to empty his balls into me. He gripped my shoulders hard and let loose a roar as his cock twitched inside me, filling me with his potent seed. He started shallow thrusts in time with his cock pulses as that warm wetness filled me, flowing along the tool I was impaled on and getting creamed by. "Motherfucker" he finally said, catching his breath as he continued to rain sweat on my back and pump cum into my guts. "Easy pulling out of him, Rick," Dad said, my mouth chasing his cock. "Oh no, I wanna enjoy sliding out of your slut son." I heard the marker uncap as another line was drawn on my back. I groaned as Coach started to pull out of me. It felt like he was taking my insides with him. Inch after bloated inch slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I almost whined as I felt that massive hog leaving my guts. His pulling and softening meat meant he popped out before we wanted him to. "God dammit," he said, watching his load leak from my wrecked guts. I tried to squeeze my hole shut, but I could still feel it dribbling out. "God damn, Rick, you wrecked my boy, didn't you," Dad said above me. "Couldn't help it, little fucker teased the beast out of me," Coach said before smacking my ass, "how you feeling, young buck?" I lay across the desk, still catching my breath after the intense railing coach had just given me. How did I feel? Used in the best possible way. I felt powerful that I could make both my coaches and my dad cum before they wanted. Even the soreness of my hole felt like a victory over my own fear. "Good," I finally managed to groan as I kept trying to get my hole to stop leaking cum. Dad stepped behind me and pulled my chest up off the desk. He wrapped his big furry arms around me, hugging me from behind. His hard cock was buried in my lower back as he kissed my neck. "Such a special baby boy," he whispered to himself as he forced me to stand. I just moaned and grabbed his arms as he held me, cum leaking down my legs. His right hand started to rub my chest, then down to my stomach, before making its way to my cock. "Mmmm, what's this baby boy?" Dad asked as he stroked my steel-hard teen bone. "My... my..." I stuttered. "Your what sport?" "My cock" I managed to say between heavy breaths. "And why's it all hard?" "I, I haven't cum yet." "So baby boy is horny," Dad almost growled into my ear. "Dad," I whimpered as he stroked me slowly. Dad slowly walked back, pulling me along with him. I held onto his arm across my chest as he kept jerking my meat. My mind was still a blur. "Lean back with me, sport," Dad said as he started to sit on the old couch. Coach was sitting on the couch, still catching his breath from the violent fuck he had just given me. Dad slid beside him on top of a strategically laid towel. I followed him, settling on his lap as he continued to hold my chest and stroke my cock. "How are you feeling, son?" "Good," I managed through heavy horny breaths. Coach got off the couch and onto his knees in front of us, batting Dad's hand away and stroking my teen cock himself. I groaned as he milked more precum out of my needy cock. Coach's other hand slid a few fingers into my cummy hole as Dad continued to stroke my chest, whispering how proud he was of me and what a good son I am into my ear. "God damn, Blake, your boy is a fucking treasure." "He is, ain't he," Dad said. My eyes stayed closed as Dad groaned behind me while Coach stroked me. Something was rising in me as my orgasm started to build. I wanted to cum with Dad in me. I reached down to feel Dad's steel cock slick with the cum that was leaking out of my hole. "What are you workin' at, son?" Dad asked as I grabbed his meat. "I think yer boy wants to share with ya," Coach said excitedly. "The fuck does that...." I cut Dad off by popping the head of his cum slick cock into my gaped hole. "I mean, I think he wants to share what it feels like when he cums" Coach said, giving me a thumbs up. Both Dad and I could only groan as he bottomed out inside me again, his now matted pubes rubbing against my well-used hole. Coach increased his stroking as I involuntarily milked dads cock. Coach then poured some more of the slick stuff from earlier on my cock, making me throw my head back as he stroked my needy meat. "Yeah, that should do it," Coach said, grabbing Dad's legs and pulling us down so we were lying down more than sitting. "Do what?" Dad asked, almost delirious. "Rewarding your boy," he said, straddling me. He looked down at me as he reached back to keep stroking me. Then, with almost no fanfare, he lined me up with his hairy hole and bore down. "God damn, it's been too long," he said as my head popped into him. Dad grabbed my chest as my body tightened in response to my cock entering that hot velvety coach hole. He slid down until my teen meat was buried balls deep in him, his bloated cock lying on my stomach between the shallow ridges of my nascent abs. "Fuck Blake, your boy has a cock worthy of your name," Coach said, stroking his meat as he ground his hole onto my cock. "Oh, I know it. As much as we have been teasing him, he might flood you till you can taste it." "That's the plan," I groaned, filled with dads cock while buried in my football coach. "It's been too long since I coached boys who can nail my fuckin' prostate like this," Coach groaned as he started to slide up and down. "Jesus, Rick, you milk my son like this, and I might just have to fill him again," Dad groaned as Coach worked my boner. "Trust me, bro, your son is gonna make me spray again, too," Coach groaned as his massive cock kept smacking my stomach while he rode. "Coach... I'm getting close," I managed to pant as my nuts tightened up. "Do it, young buck, fill my guts like I filled yers," Coach said, almost panting as he started to stroke his meat. I was panting as my orgasm built. Dad's grip on my chest started to tighten as Coach's already hot, tight hole got somehow tighter, bringing my orgasm all the closer. Dad kept whispering, "Oh fuck, son," as my hole milked him. Coach kept telling me, "Do it, fill me," as the precum sprayed from his oversized meat. Coach was bouncing on my cock fast until his foot slipped, and he buried my cock deeper into him than he was planning. Coaches load sprayed from his cock like a fire hose, hitting dads chin and painting a line across my face and down my chest. As Coach pumped out his load, the vice grip contractions set me off, my teen load filling Coach's guts. My orgasm must have set Dad off as he filled my hole with even more of his seed. "Fuck Rick, you'd think you never shot a load before." "Sorry, Blake, your boy pounded it out of me. Aint had my insides worked like that in a while." "Really must have needed that," Dad said while holding me. "So did your boy. He unleashed a flood in me. I think it's gonna slosh when I walk." Coach said, flexing his hole around my still-hard cock. "My boy," Dad said, kissing me with the cum he licked off my face, "how you feeling?" "Fucking amazing," I said between breaths reveling as my nuts were finally empty. Dad's embrace made me feel so cared for as Coach slowly stood up, pulling my softening teen meat out of his hairy hole. When my head popped out, there was a visible droplet of my load that followed before Coach tightened back up. When he turned around, I didn't need words to know Coach was proud of me. "So young buck, that what you wanna do with our quarterback?" Coach asked as he grabbed water bottles from the mini fridge hidden in the corner. "I mean, yeah," I answered, feeling my cheeks heat up, "but also like, a proper date." "My boy is a romantic, eh," Dad said, still holding me with his cock deep inside me. "I guess. I just always wanted what the people on TV had." "Careful there, young buck, don't get too lost in what you think you should have instead of what you do," Coach said, standing under the air conditioner vent. "I don't think we gotta worry about that too much, Rick." I lay there as Dad continued to hold me, making me feel safe as my mind raced. I was so scared to express myself for so long that I wanted to do everything this new world had. "I think you are right. Yer boy here knows more than most how hard-fought things can be. So tell me, young buck, what have you wanted to do from TV?" I stared at Coach, thinking about everything I had done just this random Tuesday afternoon. I felt Dad squeeze me tighter as I worked up the courage. "I want to kiss my boyfriend on the football field after a playoff victory," I said, unsure of my words as they came out of me. Coach just got a big grin as he grabbed two towels and tossed them at us. I could feel Dad's cock throb in my hole, still hard. "So we are going to playoffs, are we? You got your crush's ambition; I'll give you that." "Wouldn't that be something though, Rick, a first-year freshmen-only team making it to JV playoffs the first year of your program, led by a queer quarterback with a running back as his boyfriend?" "I ain't counting chickens till they hatch, Blake. Yer boy is getting there, but all of 'em have a long way to go to be playoff ready." "We'll do it, Coach," I said with the confidence I'd only used when asking for cock. Coach grinned at me, "Tell you what, you boys do well, and afternoons like this won't be a special occasion." "Fuck yes," I groaned. The thought of this afternoon being a regular thing gave me a rush. My hole tingled with a mix of pleasure and pain around Dad's still-hard cock. I started to move, sliding his hard hog in and out of my hole a bit. "God dammit, son. As much as I would love to pump another load into you, we do gotta shower and get home before yer mom gets mad. The last thing we need is our dinner getting cold." Dad groaned, grabbing my thighs. "Yeah, and I do need to finish this paperwork. You need help getting this horny boy off you, Blake?" "You mean my insatiable little cockhound of a son? Yeah, I might," Dad answered before chuckling to himself. Coach rolled his eyes and got on his knees in front of us, grabbing the bottom of my legs and holding me still as Dad pulled his steel rod out of me. I groaned as his head slowly pulled through my hole, feeling empty. "God damn, Blake, this is a thing of beauty," Coach said as I could feel cum run down my crack from my hole. "Hold it in, son; that's Rivera DNA you are letting out." "Sorry, Dad," I said, trying to squeeze my hole tight again. "I think we might have ruined the poor boy," Coach said lustily as he watched my hole flex in front of him. "I have a feeling he won't be the last boy to lose his cherry in this office. Thanks for letting him be the first." "Thanks for letting me be a part of it," Coach said, letting my legs down, "now go shower." I could feel Dad pushing my back to stand. I got the message and got off him. I winced as I stood, my leg muscles and hole now sore from overwork. "Go easy on him tomorrow, would ya, Rick?" "He can handle it," Coach said with a wink. "But first, tradition," he said, handing the marker to Dad. Dad crossed the other four lines on my lower back, finishing off the hash marks with a group of 5. I swelled with pride as I slowly walked to the office door, Dad close behind me. We could see Coach slowly putting his desk back together through the fishbowl glass as he tried to salvage his paperwork. "Hey, sport. What do you say you ask Alex to do dinner one Thursday night? I can take you and sit at the bar while you boys do your thing." "You would do that for me, Dad?" I asked as we got to the showers. "Anything for you son." "Thanks, Dad, for everything," "No sweat, sport," he said, kissing my forehead as we waited for the warm water.