Date: Tue, 05 Sep 2023 06:33:37 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: Papi and Me' Chapter 3/4 Categories: Gay, Adult Youth, Athletics, Incest, Authoritarian The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf 'PAPI AND ME' Chapter III - FRIEND OF THE FAMILY As I turned the corner into our apartment complex, I was surprised to see my dad's van in our parking place. I usually beat him home when I don't have practice. When I stepped into the hall and looked into the living room, I was shocked to see Coach Connolly there, hanging out with my dad and drinking a beer. "`Sup, Ruben. I thought I'd surprise you with a special guest." I was terrified by the situation. Here were the only two men I'd fucked in my life. What had they been talking about? Was I busted or something? "Hey dad, hey Coach." "Grab a beer from the fridge and have a seat." I dropped my stuff in my room and got my beer. My dad was in his chair, and Coach was on the far side of the couch. The only place left to sit was between them. We looked each other in the eye as we knocked the necks of our bottles together. As I drank, my eyes darted between them. I didn't know where to look, and both Dad and Coach were looking at me intently as they raised their bottles to drink. Coach broke the awkward silence. "I hope it didn't freak you out for me to show up here." "It kinda did." "Your Dad and I go back a-ways. In fact, you could say we have some history together," Coach said with a smile that he and my Dad exchanged. "Like, what do you mean?" "Connolly and I were on the wrestling team together." "I knew that." "Your Dad called me after our private practice session to check in. And to find out if what he suspected was true," he said as he looked at my Dad with a conspiratorial smile. "What?" "That we had some man-to-man time in the shower afterwards." My face burned. I had no idea this private discussion was going on between them. Who told who what? Was I in trouble? "It's nothing to be ashamed of, son. We did plenty of the same when we were back in high school." He laughed a bit to himself. "And some after, too. We used to screw around when we were at away meets. We traveled a lot for All-Region and All-State tournaments, so we had lots of opportunities. And then for a while after school." "Before I moved away for college. Then we re-connected at the gym after my wife and I divorced. We were workout buddies, and then fuck buddies too. I was overwhelmed. "Whoa, this is way too much to deal with right now," I said before I took another pull off my beer. "Your Dad was my first, just like he was yours." "What the fuck, Dad?" Dad had broken our promise and I was furious. "As I said: It's nothing to be ashamed of. We started talking about old times, and you came up in conversation. We're both old horndogs, and I told him about us." My face was hot and throbbing with embarrassment. Coach Connolly moved closer to me. "And since we've both fucked you, we were talking about how much we'd like to have you together." Dad said, "It's OK. You're almost 18, Coach is a good guy, and he has no reason to rat us out. And I love you more than any other papi could." He used our word. It calmed me, and made me think. I was still recovering from the shock of all our secrets being thrown out in the open, but I couldn't help getting turned on by their suggestion. The two men that I'd ever had sex with in the same room, wanting a 3-way with me. I felt my cock growing into a confused boner as Coach stared rubbing the back of my head and neck. I looked over at my Dad. He was slowly nodding with a huge grin on his face while he rubbed his expanding crotch. He reached over and started rubbing my knee. He leaned forward and slowly moved up toward my crotch. He leaned even farther forward and kissed me. Coach moved next to me as he moved from my neck down to my shoulders. With his free hand, he started rubbing my chest. He started sniffing behind my ear as he moved his hand under my shirt. He rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger to get me going. Dad stood up and you could see his hard-on straining against his shorts. He started undressing, but since he was only in basketball shorts and a tank top there wasn't much to take off. He ran his fingers through my hair as he pointed his arrow-shaped cock toward my mouth. I took hold of it by the root and slowly brought it to my lips. I gave him a long, slow working over. I started with the tip, pulling his foreskin up and down and teasing it with my tongue. I'd had plenty of practice with him in the last few months, so worked it down my throat all the way to my fingers. While I attended to my Dad, Coach started undressing himself. He was out of his jeans and polo shirt and down to his jock. He pulled that off to reveal his cock in a cockring, which I'd never seen before. Dad pulled me out of his mouth as Coach moved toward me. He took me by the chin and brought me toward his beercan dick as it dripped pre-cum. I breathed in the musky scent of his fiery red pubes, then set to licking around the shaft. I didn't want to choke again, so I took it slow and easy. Dad knelt down and started playing with my cock, stroking it with my foreskin and rubbing the head with my pre-cum. He wiped his thumb across my piss slit to pick up a drop of pre-cum, then he licked it clean. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Dad suggested. We made our way into his bedroom and he closed the blinds. It's really become our bedroom more than just his. We've been together in his bed every night since our first time, so my room has become where I store my clothes and personal shit. I stopped at the foot of his bed and Coach came up behind me. He popped his finger into his mouth to lube it up with spit, then started probing my ass and fingering my hole. Dad climbed on the bed and stood on his knees, watching and stroking his cock. Coach and I joined him there and had a deep three-way kiss. I could feel all our tongues thrashing together inside all our mouths. There were hands on asses, nipples, and cocks. I lost track of who was who. After we broke away, I climbed on all-fours and pointed my ass toward my Dad. "No, son: Guests go first." "Why thank you, John," Coach said with mock formality. "Get on over here, boy." Fuck! Coach had never called me that! It felt exciting and strange and perfect at the same time. Dad leaned back at the head of the bed and took his cock in one hand and started tweaking his nipple with the other. He was looking forward to the show. Coach took me by the hips and gently pulled me around as I turned. He lined me up with his cock and I felt my hole twitch in anticipation. Dad handed Coach the lube and it took three squirts to slick up his tool. He aimed it with his hand and slowly guided it in "Fuuuuuuck," Coach and I moaned in unison. He used his hands on my hips to pull himself forward, then pushed me back. Each thrust took him deeper and deeper inside me. He was getting close, slowing his rhythm to last longer. I clenched my asshole tighter to heighten the experience. "Oh fuck, John! Fuck! I'm going to cum in your boy!" "Do it, Paul!" Coach arched his back and let out a huge groan of satisfaction as I felt him slam against my ass one last time. He held me there for a moment as the last of his cum shot deep inside me. He pulled me up to stand on my knees and planted a deep, wet kiss on me from the side. As his cock softened, I felt it pop out of my hole with a wet slurping sound and liquid ran down the inside of my thigh. "You still cum like a fucking bull, Paul," my Dad said as he licked some of his pre-cum off his finger. "My turn." I turned my ass around to Dad and faced Coach at the end of the bed. Dad lubed up and got ready to breed his son. Coach edged forward on his knees to put his crotch directly in front of my face. "Hold up, Paul. What's the score? I don't want my kid eating shit." "High score, John. The dipstick's clean.' Dad pulled me up to my knees and whispered in my ear while he stroked my cock. "You wanna clean Coach off?" "I don't know Dad. It seems kinda gross" "You're clean, he's clean. Give it a try." I looked at Coach smiling at me, paused for a moment, and then took him in my mouth. I'd never tasted Coach's cum before. It was the perfect balance of salty and sweet, and I wanted it all. I greedily sucked and licked until every bit of his seed and my ass juice was gone. "Save some for me, boy" Coach demanded, but I didn't understand what he meant. He picked me up from the bed and kissed me deep, with his tongue probing every part of my mouth to taste the remains of his cum. "You like that, boy?" "Yeah" "That's `yes, SIR' to you." "YES SIR!" I'd never seen Coach like this apart from wrestling. I felt like he wasn't the team's Coach, he was MY Coach now. A mix of of pride, love, and devotion to making him feel as good as he made me feel surged inside me. The bed moved as Dad pulled himself up on his knees behind me. Coach squirted some lube in his hand and spread it around and inside my hole. Dad lubed himself up and pushed, gliding into me without effort. We do fit together, as fathers and sons are made to. As he thrust and pulled, Coach held me down to the mattress by my neck. "Fuck your boy deep! This is what we always wanted, loving our sons like they deserve. Making a family of men." "Fuck, Paul. I feel your seed inside him." Dad gave one last mighty thrust and grunted over and over like an animal as he shot his load inside me. The seed that made me mixed with the seed of my Dad's best friend, and I felt full. My ass was full, and so was I. "Fuck, that was beautiful," Coach said as released his hand from my neck. Dad leaned forward and kissed Coach in a bridge over me. As they did, I took a few licks of Coach's balls to catch any remaining cum I could find. "Your turn, son," Dad said as he straightened up. He pulled me up by my hips and sat me down next to him, then we laid down next to each other. Coach laid down on my other side. They wrapped their strong arms around my neck from both sides. I was between two of the most amazing men in my life, and we'd created a world all our own. Dad took my cock in his lubed-up hand and started stroking, and the other played with my nipple. Coach took my balls in one hand, and my free nipple with the other. Dad started to nuzzle around my neck and gently bite my earlobe. I could feel the warmth of their bodies and breath on my naked skin. I was overwhelmed with sensation and about to explode. My heavy breathing turned into screams as my dad moved his hand from my nipple to cover my mouth. My cum shot out in an arc, landing all over my stomach and chest. Dad cleaned off the head of my cock with his mouth. Coach lapped up the cum from my chest and stomach, licking up all that he could. The both of them leaned into me for another three-way kiss, sharing my seed between us. We were one body, one seed. We laid there quietly for a while, Dad and Coach clasping arms over and around me. Dad lightly kissed one side of my face, and Coach buried his nose in my hair. I felt so safe and so loved. "Fuck that was amazing," I finally said. "Yes it was. You're a good boy." "I love you, mijo." "I love you, Dad..." The three of us drifted off to sleep in the fading light of a fall afternoon. TO BE CONTINUED... _____________________________________________________________________ If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going.