Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 00:25:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 14 (gay incest)

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SPORTING WOODY

PART 14

Time and the basketball season moved on. Dad and I were really enjoying our
new apartment in every way. We never really used "my" bed. I slept with Dad
every night, and I mean that both in terms of fucking and actual
sleeping. We did a lot of experimenting in those first few weeks, and he
enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed fucking him, but in the end, I
generally accepted the fact that what Dad really wanted was to get fucked
hard and often, so a horny high school senior was the perfect match for
him.

I knew Dad continued to fuck around with Coach Dieter and Old Coach
Dieter. Sometimes, he would come home and let me fuck his cum-filled ass,
which was really hot. But for some reason, even though he knew the Dieters
were into three-generation incest without any regrets, he wasn't ready to
tell them about us. Truth be told, I actually enjoyed the secrecy. I liked
having something that was all our own.

Dad wasn't the only one making up for lost time. I continued to get my fair
share of Dieter cock as well. In fact, the only time "my" bed got any use
at all was when I had someone over for a fuck-session. Although, there were
a few times that Bear insisted on having sex in Dad's bed. It made him even
hotter and wilder. Yes, Bear kept egging me on to try something with Dad,
but I just kept telling him the time wasn't right. I felt a little guilty
about that, considering how open Bear had been about his family fun from
the very beginning. I just crossed my fingers and hoped he would understand
when the truth eventually came out. I also couldn't help wondering in the
back of my head whether Bear would get tired of urging me on and take
matters into his own hands to have sex with my dad on his own.

Mr. Moore, my math teacher, fucked me a couple more times after class, but
we almost got caught by Principal Owens the second time. He'd tried the
locked door just as Mr. Moore was shooting a load of cum up my ass. Since
the teachers were supposed to be around for a set period of time after
school, Principal Owens started knocking on the door and wouldn't let
up. After Mr. Moore finished filling my butt, we both quickly made
ourselves presentable and tried to pass it off as an after-school tutoring
session when Mr. Moore finally let Principal Owens into the classroom. From
the look on his face, I don't think Principal Owens believed us, but he
couldn't prove anything. I didn't want Mr. Moore to lose his job, so after
that, he always dropped by the apartment when he wanted to fuck
me. Obviously, we arranged it beforehand, and Dad very cooperatively made
himself scarce.

As a matter of fact, Dad and I knew about and respected each other's sexual
escapades. When the occasion arose, each of us would send a text saying
that some privacy was needed and the other would either vacate or just not
come home until the all-clear text arrived. For the most part, I'm sure
when one of us was fucking in the apartment, the other used the opportunity
for some fucking elsewhere.

Texts also made it convenient to hook up with my grandpa. Whenever either
of us was really in the mood for a grandfather-grandson blowjob, either
way, we'd just send a text about playing ball in the park or going for a
walk in the park. That meant the sender was already in the park restroom or
was planning to be there soon for some gloryhole action. A "have fun" reply
meant the other person couldn't make it, but a simple "OK" reply meant the
other person was on the way and ready to play. And no, I didn't tell Dad
about Grandpa, and I certainly didn't tell Grandpa about Dad.

But the text that really got my cock jumping said simply, "Gotta make a
delivery." That meant Ted Glover was making an end-of-day furniture
delivery in the area and wanted some hot and heavy flip-fucking before he
had to head home to his wife. I would just reply, "You know the address." I
would move heaven and earth to be there in response to a message from him,
but if I just couldn't work it out, he got the same "have fun" reply that
Grandpa did when I couldn't make it on short notice.

So, basically, I had more cock and cum than I'd ever dreamed of when Dad
made me move to that dinky town right when I was discovering and exploring
my man-sex urges. Even when I was the one sending Gramps a text about
playing ball in the park and he couldn't make it, I would occasionally hang
around the park anyway for a little anonymous gloryhole action. I couldn't
get enough sex!

As for basketball, we had a very solid season. With only a couple close
calls, we sailed to the undefeated championship of our league and
solidified our status by winning the league tournament as well. So, we were
pretty secure in our superiority over the local competition, which made us
pretty confident as we moved into the post-season tournaments.

*****

"Who's this?" Ted growled one afternoon when he showed up to make a cum
delivery and found Bear in the apartment with me.

"Bear Dieter, my, uh, teammate," I said.

"And fuckbuddy," Bear added.

"Is that so?" Ted said as he stepped into the apartment and closed the door
behind him. "And he knows about my private deliveries?"

"It just slipped out," I replied lamely.

"As I was slipping in," Bear laughed. "He's very talkative when he has a
cock in his ass."

"Bear!" I objected.

"Aren't we all," Ted laughed. "Glad to meet you. I assume you're hanging
around to take delivery as well. Or do you prefer to deliver?"

"Whatever you want," Bear said eagerly.

"I'm a bit tired from making furniture deliveries all day," Ted replied
casually as he headed toward my bedroom. "I think I'd rather receive a
couple."

"I think we'd better use his dad's bed," Bear suggested, rushing after Ted
and directing him to the master bedroom. "The bed is bigger."

Ted looked around dad's bedroom and asked, "Your dad doesn't mind you
fucking around in his bed?" The question was clearly rhetorical, since Ted
started to undress without waiting for a response.

"He's never caught us," Bear mumbled as he got his first good look at Ted's
muscular physique before eagerly joining Ted in his undressing activities.

"Nice," Ted growled when he saw Bear's firm young body. "So, you play ball
too."

"With all the balls I can get my hands on," Bear replied, showing his
eagerness by tossing the last of his clothes aside, falling to his knees in
front of Ted, and waiting expectantly.

"Well," Ted laughed, "let's see your ball skills."

"Yes, sir," Bear replied, gripping Ted's growing cock in one hand and
palming his plump, hairy balls with the other. "Oh, man, these are even
bigger than my dad's."

"Bear," I hissed, freezing in my own actions of getting undressed.

"Your dad?" Ted growled.

Bear froze and looked up at Ted. "Uh," he finally said, "yeah, but you
didn't hear it from me."

Ted glared down at Bear for a moment and then let a sly grin spread across
his face. "Nice. I like a boy who knows how to take care of his dad's
needs."

"He sure does that," I said, stroking my cock suggestively for Ted. "We
both do."

"You take care of your dad?" Ted asked, looking at me with a raised
eyebrow.

I'm sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but before I could
think of anything to say and say it, Bear stopped slurping ball long enough
to say, "Woody plays with my dad too. He's too big a pussy to try it with
his own."

"Too bad. Mmmm," Ted sighed when Bear went back to work on his balls, "that
feels good, Bear." I watched as Bear continued to devour those balls one
after the other, running his hands up and down Ted's muscular
thighs. "Don't just stand there with your cock in your hand, Woody. Get my
ass ready to be fucked by two hot young men."

Without thinking, I walked straight to Dad's nightstand and retrieved a
half-used tube of lube from the top drawer. I flipped the lid and squirted
some on my fingers as I stepped up behind Ted. It was only at that point
that I noticed he was looking over his shoulder and grinning at me.

I glanced down at my lubed fingers before quickly looking at the nightstand
and then back at Ted, who just continued to grin as he nodded his head
knowingly. "I..." No explanation for why I would know exactly where Dad
kept his lube would come to me, and I knew Ted wouldn't believe me
anyway. The secret was partway out of the bag.

"Suck my cock, Bear," Ted growled while he continued to look at me. "Yeah,
that's it. Swallow that meat, boy. Swallow it. Fuck yeah. Come on, Woody,"
Ted growled at me, "get my ass ready. I can't wait to see if Bear fucks ass
as good as he sucks balls and cock."

"He does," I muttered as I stepped close behind Ted and began working my
fingers between Ted's firm butt cheeks.

"Need some help?" he asked, reaching back to spread his cheeks apart and
give me easier access. "Oh yeah," he moaned when my fingers quickly found
his pulsing pucker and began working themselves and the lube into his ass.

"Might have to take a ride before Bear," I whispered. "So fucking tight."

"Then get to delivering," Ted growled, looking down at Bear, who was
continuing to satisfy Ted's rigid nine-incher and fat, hairy balls. "Unless
Bear doesn't like sloppy seconds."

"My favorite," Bear assured him a moment later before the cock-slurping
sounds continued.

"We're wasting that big bed, boys," Ted observed.

Bear released his oral grasp on Ted's cock and jumped on the bed. "Can't
have that," Bear laughed.

"Damn nice cock you've got there, Bear," Ted growled as he climbed on the
bed.

"Tastes good too, I'm told," Bear replied.

"I guess we'll have to test that theory," Ted answered, grabbing Bear by
the feet and yanking him down the bed like Bear weighed nothing at all. Ted
then flipped around on all fours with his cock pointing down at Bear's face
and Bear's cock pointing up at Ted's wet lips. "That give you enough room,
Woody?" Without waiting for a reply from me, Ted gave his lips a quick lip
before ducking his head and swallowing Bear's cock in one long, steady
motion. Bear, who had already started sucking Ted's cock again, just moaned
his appreciation

"We'll see," I replied, climbing on the bed with the two of them and
kneeling behind Ted's muscular ass. "Oh yeah, this will work," I assured
him as I began working more lube into Ted's ass. "Thanks, Bear," I said
when he reached up and spread Ted's butt cheeks wider for me. I applied
some lube to my own cock and slowly stroked it to full hardness as I
listened to those two hot guys hungrily slurping on each other's dicks. I
could feel and taste exactly what each of them was experiencing. The
continual moans and groans confirmed that they were both enjoying the
feeding they were each getting.

I grabbed my cock firmly and slapped it hard on Ted's ass, which caused him
to growl appreciatively onto Bear's cock. I gave him another hard cock
slap, and he growled again, but this time, he also thrust his ass toward
me, begging to feel my hot, young cock penetrating his back door and
filling him good and hard before making a cum delivery.

I gave him one final cock slap before planting my free hand at the top of
his crack for balance as I slid the head of my cock slowly up and down his
sweaty channel. Ted was nearly whimpering by the time I presented the tip
of my cock at his well-lubed hole and started pressing for
admission. Hard. Firm. Insistent. But still waiting for him to relax and
invite me in.

Suddenly, Ted's ass seemed to open wide and suck me in. "Oh yeah," I sighed
when his ass clamped down on my shaft right behind the head. Ted let out a
moan of agreement, and I slowly began sliding more of my eager dick into
that tight, tight hole. "Oh shit," I grunted with surprise when Bear worked
his hands into Ted's crack and I felt my cock sliding through his
fingers. I couldn't believe the feeling of two tight pressure points so
close together on my cock as it slid deeper and deeper inside Ted's chute.

Ted let go of Bear's cock long enough to groan, "Oh, yeah, fill my ass,
Woody. It feels so fucking good."

"Oh yeah," I agreed when I bottomed out with my pubes crushed against
Bear's fingers. "Damn, Ted, your ass feels cherry every time."

"Thanks," Ted chuckled. "I work out."

"Well, I'm ready to give you a workout if you're ready."

'You know I am," Ted replied, gently pushing his ass more firmly onto my
cock.

"SHIT!" I yelled when Bear suddenly grabbed my balls. I involuntarily
rammed forward, which made Ted grunt. "Blame Bear," I called as I began
slowly pulling my cock out of Ted, but Bear wasn't letting go. "Oh shit," I
moaned as the tension grew on my stretching balls, "that feels good."

Bear let out a cock-muffled laugh and squeezed my balls in addition to
pulling on them. Ted was feeding on Bear's cock again and just moaned as he
clenched his ass on my cock in quick spasms, begging me to fill him again.

I closed my eyes and slowly started sliding my cock deep into Ted's ass
again. He moaned and relaxed his muscles to let me in. As I started to pull
out, he tightened his grip. Loose in. Tight out. Loose in. Tight out. Bear
never let up on my balls. I wasn't sure whether I was getting more pleasure
from my cock or my balls, but the combined effect was nearly
overwhelming. I just kept fucking Ted's ass, nice and smooth. With my eyes
closed, I was able to concentrate on the nerves that continued to grow more
and more sensitive and more and more satisfied.

"Hello, Mr. Wharton." Ted's casual greeting broke through my reverie, and
my eyes flew open to reveal Dad standing in the bedroom doorway. Just
standing there and watching.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I blurted out.

"I didn't get a text," he replied.

"I sent one," I insisted.

"Obviously, I didn't get it," he laughed. I could see the cock stiffening
in his trousers, but he just said, "I'll come back later."

As Dad turned to go, Bear squirmed quickly out from under Ted and rushed
across the room to grab Dad's elbow. "Don't go, Mr. Wharton! Come back and
join us." Dad looked nervously at me, and I knew he was trying to figure
out if he was ready to go public with our family activities.

"The more the merrier," Ted said cheerfully.

"Woody's taking so long to cum," Bear lied, "that there isn't going to be
enough time for me to fuck Ted before we have to get back to school for
practice."

"Your boy is a real goer," Ted confirmed without a hint of embarrassment at
Dad catching us with my cock in Ted's ass. Well, he knew Dad knew about my
sex life, but he was still calmer about getting caught than I was.

"Please, Mr. Wharton," Bear begged. "Dad says you have the best ass he's
ever fucked. I want to try out the competition."

Dad's mouth dropped open when he heard Bear make such a casual admission of
his incest activities, but I could see his cock jerk in his trousers. Dad
looked at me for a moment before asking softy, "You okay with this, Woody?"

"If you are," I confirmed. "We do have to get to basketball practice, and I
don't want to feel guilty if Bear doesn't get to blow a load."

"You heard him," Bear said eagerly as he slid his hand down from Dad's
elbow and took him by the hand to lead him to the side of the bed.

"Oh yeah," Ted sighed when I began slowly fucking his ass again. The two of
us enjoyed my cock pumping slowly in and out of Ted's butt as we watched
Bear take charge and slowly undress my dad.

"Mmmm," Bear sighed when he slid Dad's shirt off of his shoulders and
leaned in to suck on Dad's left nipple. I smiled as Dad relaxed and let his
eyes role back in his head. Bear continued sucking on Dad's nipple while
his hands were busy undoing Dad's trousers and letting them fall to the
floor. Bear finally turned his head and let his ear rest on Dad's heaving
chest. "Damn, Mr. Wharton, you sound really excited."

"I am, Bear," Dad groaned.

"Good," Bear replied, lifting his head and looking Dad in the eyes,
"because I've wanted this ever since I first laid eyes on you. And
especially after I first saw Dad fucking you."

"You shouldn't have--"

Bear stopped any objections by quickly planting his lips hungrily on Dad's
lips and pulling him into a naked embrace. I groaned at the sight and
fucked Ted's rocking ass with harder, deeper thrusts. "Oh yeah," Ted
moaned, slowly rocking back and forth to take my cock as deep inside him as
he could.

"That was nice," Bear whispered when the kiss finally came to an end.

"Sure was," Dad agreed, gently squeezing Bear's muscular butt cheeks. Bear
reached back and took Dad's hand again and climbed onto the bed with Ted
and me. Dad hesitated, looking at me. "You really sure, Woody?"

"Have fun," I replied, smiling at him.

Ted grabbed the lube, which was on the mattress beside him and tossed it to
Bear. "You might need this."

"I know I will," Dad laughed, with a leering look at Bear's rigid
cock. Bear squirted some lube on his cock and slowly started stroking to
get it ready as Dad climbed on the bed and positioned himself on all fours
beside Ted.

Bear moved up closer behind Dad's ass, looked at me, and moved his lips
silently to say, "This is fucking hot!" Then he squirted more lube on his
fingers and casually slipped his fingers between Dad's cheeks.

The sight was hotter than anything I'd seen before, and without thinking
about it, I started taking it out on Ted's ass. I held his hips tight and
slid my cock up his ass harder and harder, imagining for a moment that I
was fucking Dad's ass instead.

I gulped and held my breath when Bear stopped fingering Dad's hole, grabbed
his own cock, and slid the tip between Dad's buns. "Oh yeah," Dad and Bear
moaned in unison as Bear's cock sank easily and smoothly all the way to the
balls without pausing.

"Fuck," I muttered, ramming Ted's ass even harder.

"That's what I plan," Bear laughed, slowly pulling his hips back to reveal
the glistening shaft that had just been inside my dad.

"Nice," I murmured.

"Oh yeah," Bear agreed as he slowly slipped his dick back inside Dad.

"I thought you were in a hurry," Dad said casually.

"Just getting used to your tight, wet ass," Bear assured him. "Dad wasn't
kidding. I can already tell this is going to be one memorable fuck."

"I know the one I'm getting is," Ted grunted as I continued pounding his
ass for all I was worth.

"Here we go," Bear moaned as he slowly began building up speed, fucking Dad
faster and faster and faster, until he finally caught up with the pace at
which I was pounding Ted's butt.

"You definitely have a Dieter cock," Dad groaned.

"And you definitely have a Wharton ass," Bear laughed.

"Fuck you," I said, releasing Ted's hip long enough to punch Bear in the
arm before grabbing that hip firmly again.

"Maybe after practice," Bear replied, giving Dad's ass a sharp slap.

"Oh yeah," Dad moaned deep in his throat.

I smiled at Bear and gave Ted a hard ass slap to match. "Oh yeah," Ted
growled.

Bear smiled back and said silently, "Wanna switch?" He stuck out his tongue
suggestively and wiggled his eyebrows. I just shook my head and continued
to enjoy fucking Ted's ass. A movement caught my attention, and I looked
past Bear to see our reflection in Dad's mirror. I was fascinated by the
sight of us fucking those grown men side by side and in near-perfect
unison.

When the two guys getting fucked in the mirror started kissing, I looked
quickly down to confirm that Dad and Ted really were kissing as Bear and I
continued to pummel their butts with our horny teen cocks. When they
finally broke the kiss, Ted asked, "Isn't it about delivery time?"

"I know I'm ready to take delivery," Dad confirmed.

"FUCK YEAH!" Bear roared, slamming Dad's butt a few times more before
hunching over Dad's back and wrapping his arm around Dad's waist. From the
deep rumbling moan that Dad let out, I knew Bear was fisting Dad's cock
while he continued fucking his ass.

Not to be outdone, I hunched over Ted's back, wrapped my arm around his
waist, grabbed his swaying cock, and started pumping it while I continued
fucking his ass. "Oh yeah," Ted growled.

Bear and I were humping and pumping and grunting in unison again, while Dad
and Ted were moaning and groaning from the pleasure our hands and cocks
were giving them. Finally, Bear panted between clenched teeth, "I'm gonna
deliver."

"Me too," I grunted as I continued frantically fucking Ted's clenching
asshole.

"CUM, BOYS!" Ted growled.

"OH YEAH!" Dad grunted.

"I'M GONNA CUM," I moaned.

"DELIVER IT, WOODY!" Ted ordered. "FUCKIN' CUM, BOY!"

"I'M... I'M... I'M..." Bear grunted.

"CUM, BEAR, CUM!" Dad moaned.

"OH FUCK!" Bear bellowed as his body began jerking frantically to deliver
his cum load up Dad's ass.

The knowledge that my best friend's cum was shooting up my dad's ass set me
off. "OH SHIT!" I wailed, ramming my cock up Ted's butt and unleashing my
own load of cum.

"THAT'S IT," Ted growled. I felt his asshole clamp down on my shooting cock
as his own dick began throbbing and pulsing in my fist, spraying cum all
over the sheets below him. "FUCK ME, BOY!"

After a slight pause, Bear continued fucking Dad's ass and pumping his
cock. "Come on, Mr. Wharton," he whispered in Dad's ear. "You can do
it. Shoot that daddy load for me."

"OH GOD," Dad moaned, suddenly rearing up and stretching his arms back to
grab Bear by the back of his head. "JACK ME, BEAR!" he ordered.

I collapsed on Ted's broad back with my face turned toward Dad and Bear. I
watched Bear's fist flying up and down Dad's shaft. Balls to tip. Balls to
tip. Suddenly, Ted reached out and grabbed Dad's balls in a firm one-handed
grip.

"OH SHIT!" Dad bellowed as he rammed his cock forcefully through Bear's
fist. I unconsciously opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as cum began
to shoot out of Dad's cock and fly through the air. Every thrust of his
cock sent one load after another into the air and down to the sheets.

"Oh yeah," Bear whispered in Dad's ear (but not so softly that Ted and I
couldn't hear). "Shoot for me, Daddy." That caused another violent thrust
that sent cum flying farther than any shot had gone before. "You like your
boy fucking you," Bear continued in a whisper, and Dad made another violent
thrust, shooting one final load before collapsing back against Bear. "Yeah,
I know what you really want, Mr. Wharton," Bear whispered.

Ted collapsed forward into his pool of cum, and I was pulled forward onto
his back. Bear fell back against the headboard and pulled Dad back with
him. For a few minutes, we were just two huffing, puffing piles of sexually
exhausted man flesh.

"You're going to be late for practice," Dad finally observed softly.

"Oh shit, we will be," Bear agreed. "Better get off my cock."

"Do I have to?" Dad laughed.

"Don't worry, you're gonna get it again. I promise," Bear assured him.

"Okay," Dad sighed, leaning forward to pull himself off of Bear's dick and
stretch out beside Ted.

"Thanks for the delivery," Ted said as I lifted up and began pulling my
cock back into the bright light of day.

"Any time," I said as my cock popped free. "Come on, Bear," I ordered as I
climbed out of the bed and started gathering up my clothes.

"Okay," he replied, going in search of his own clothes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw both Dad and Ted roll up onto their
sides facing each other. Ted casually reached out and stroked Dad's spent
dick. "When you've recovered, I wouldn't mind taking a delivery from
this. It would be hot having dad and son cum in my ass."

I smiled when Dad's cock jumped in response to the idea, but he hesitated,
saying, "I don't know..."

"He only likes Dieter dick," Bear laughed, pulling on his clothes.

"Think you know everything, don't you, Bear," Dad replied. "Well, just for
that, I wouldn't mind trading deliveries with you, Ted, if you're not in a
hurry."

"Can I stay and watch you fuck that ass filled with Woody's cum?" Bear
asked eagerly.

"Get to practice," Dad ordered.

"Come on, Bear," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him from the
bedroom. "Have fun, Dad," I called back.

"He just did," Bear laughed. "Damn, Woody, you don't know what you're
missing."

I shrugged nonchalantly, since I wasn't missing a thing. I knew exactly how
good it felt to fuck Dad's ass.

*****

Bear and I were five minutes late for practice, and Coach made us run fifty
laps before joining the rest of the team. After that, Bear and I made a
special effort not to make any mistakes for the rest of practice. We didn't
want to give Coach a chance to jump on us, well, not during practice,
anyway. After practice, it was a different matter. I took a quick shower
and headed off to Coach's office.

"What is it, Wharton?" Coach asked, looking up from his desk when I entered
without knocking.

"Uh, I just thought...." My voice trailed off when my phone vibrated in my
pocket and I struggled to pull it out.

"Well?" Coach asked a little impatiently.

I stared at a text from Grandpa: "Taking pre-dinner walk in park."

"I don't have all day," Coach persisted.

I looked up and, in spite of the fact that Coach was clearly massaging his
cock under the desk in preparation for some fun, said, "Uh, yeah, I just
wanted to apologize again for being late to practice."

"I know a way you can make up for it," Coach smiled.

"Uh, yeah, I'd love to. You know I would, but Grandma wants me to stop by
their place for something." I held up my phone to imply that's what the
text was about.

"Family comes first, I guess," Coach replied with disappointment.

"Next time, definitely," I promised him. "Later, Coach." Without waiting
for any more conversation, I left Coach's office and headed at full speed
to the park restroom. I even surprised myself with how much energy I still
had in my legs after a heavy practice. After bursting into the restroom at
the end of my run, I did pause with my hands on my knees to pant heavily
and try to catch my breath.

When one of the cubicle doors opened, I looked up into the eyes of
Principal Owens. "Shouldn't you be at basketball practice?" he asked
sternly, as if we were in his office instead of a public restroom.

"All done," I panted. "What are you doing here?"

"My actions don't concern you," he replied with finality as he stepped over
to the sink and started to wash his hands. When he finished and I was still
looking at him, he asked a little tensely, "Shouldn't you be getting home
for dinner?"

"I could ask the same of you," I replied, finally stepping up to a urinal
and hauling out my cock. I made sure to leave enough space between me and
the urinal so Principal Owens could have a good view of my cock if he was
interested. Sure enough, after I finally started to unleash a steady stream
of piss, I glanced over quickly and caught him staring at my equipment. I
cleared my throat, which made Principal Owens look up and discover that I'd
caught him. "Family curse," I laughed, shaking the last drops of piss off
the tip of my dick but not being in a hurry to put it away.

Principal Owens and I just stared at each other. I'm sure he was weighing
up the situation, wondering about when he'd almost caught me and Mr. Moore,
thinking about his desires. Before he could give me a definite response,
though, someone in one of the cubicles cleared his throat. That brought
Principal Owens back to earth. He looked away, quickly dried his hands, and
left the restroom. "See you in school," he mumbled right before he
disappeared.

I shrugged and walked over to the free cubicle with my growing cock waving
in the cool air. "Is that you," I asked casually, entering the cubicle and
closing the door behind me.

"Who else," my grandpa chuckled softly back.

Without waiting for an invitation, I fed my cock through the gloryhole and
then stood with my hands on my hips. "Were you doing anything with
Principal Owens?" I asked.

"Was that who you were talking to?" Grandpa replied coyly as I felt him
firmly grasp the shaft of my cock.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"I don't suck and tell," Gramps laughed.

I would have persisted, but when my cock was engulfed in Grandpa's wet
mouth and I felt that expert tongue of his slobbering all over my cock, I
lost my train of thought. Instead, I reached up and grabbed the top of the
cubicle divider for leverage to push my hips firmly against the gloryhole
and give Gramps full access.

"Mmmm," Gramps hummed on the head of my cock as he slowly stroked my rigid
shaft.

"Oh yeah," I sighed, slowly pulling my hips back and then pushing them
forward again, fucking my grandpa's fist and mouth. So warm. So
wet. "That's it," I hissed.

Grandpa thanked me by sliding his fist to the base of my cock and
swallowing more of my meat. The head pushed into his tight throat as his
lips slid down the shaft. When his lips met his fist, he pulled back, took
a breath, and impaled himself on my cock again. And again and again and
again. Mmmm," Gramps groaned with pleasure.

"Suck my cock," I moaned. "You're the best."

"Is that so?" a voice growled. I turned my head to see Principal Owens
pulling open the cubicle door to reveal me feeding my cock to my own
grandpa through a gloryhole. Gramps and I both froze. "Better than
Mr. Moore? Or does he just fuck you?" the principal asked, stepping closer
and reaching out a hand to caress my exposed butt cheeks.

The blunt accusation broke me out of my frozen state, and I tried to
object. "I don't know what--"

"Private tutoring sessions?" he laughed. "I wasn't born yesterday. I know
the scent of sex when I smell it." As he spoke, he stepped behind me and
began slowly humping his crotch against my ass. I could feel the hardon
straining against the fabric of his trousers.

"You can't prove anything," I moaned as I began helplessly grinding my ass
back against Principal Owens.

"I don't care about proving anything," he hissed in my ear. "But I wouldn't
mind giving you a private tutoring session of my own."

"What about...?" I nodded toward the gloryhole.

"Who's a cocksucker going to tell?" Principal Owens growled as he humped
his crotch harder against my butt and reached around to run his firm, broad
hand down my taut belly before burying his fingers in my bush. I moaned
when he circled his thumb and forefinger around my cock, letting my balls
rest on the back of his hand. "Do you want this?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah," I groaned. "I do. I do."

"I thought you might. Don't go away." Principal Owens released me and
backed away.

I was disappointed when he left the cubicle, but Grandpa took care of that
by finally starting to suck my cock again. "Oh yeah," I sighed, thrusting
my cock into his tight fist and sucking mouth. "This is hot."

"It sure is," Principal Owens agreed, stepping back into the cubicle. "Give
me a hand?"

I looked over and saw him standing there with a palmful of liquid soap in
each hand. He was holding them out to the side while suggestively pressing
his crotch forward. "No problem," I replied. While Grandpa continued to
suck and appreciate my cock, I turned my upper body enough to unbuckle
Principal Owens' belt and undo his trousers before reaching in to pull out
his cock. "Oh yeah," I moaned when I discovered it was uncut.

"You like?" he chuckled.

"Definitely," I confirmed. "Uncut's my favorite. Can't get enough
foreskin." To reinforce my claim, I pulled his foreskin forward over the
tip of his cock and then gently tugged on it. "Mmmm," I sighed after I'd
leaned sideways and finally managed to suck on that foreskin, feeling the
velvety softness on my tongue.

"Feels good," Principal Owens said, "but that's not what I had in
mind. Otherwise, I would have just waited for you to finish with the
gloryhole and then taken my turn, which you interrupted in the first
place."

I reluctantly let the foreskin slide out of my mouth, and then I
straightened up to look at Principal Owens. "Then what are you waiting
for?"

"Let the tutoring session begin," Principal Owens grinned as he began
stroking one palmful of liquid soap onto his cock, pulling back the
foreskin to expose the previously hidden mushroom head and to lather it
good with soap. A moan escaped his lips, showing how good it was feeling to
stroke his own cock and prepare it for my butt.

"What about me?" I finally asked. I was still enjoying the expert blowjob
Grandpa was giving me, but I was definitely distracted by the pending fuck
by a man I'd never ever seen without a jacket and tie. Well, he was still
wearing his jacket and tie, but the cock on display was definitely a new
sight.

"Just feed that sucker your cock and let me worry about the rest,"
Principal Owens growled, stepping behind me and slipping his hand with the
other palmful of liquid soap between my butt cheeks.

"Oh god," I moaned when Grandpa literally started humming on my cock at the
same moment when Principal Owens' fingers found my tensed asshole and
worked themselves inside. The soap did have a bit of a sting, but nothing
like what I thought it would have been like for Principal Owens to fuck me
raw.

"Just as tight as I figured it would be," Principal Owens moaned in my
ear. "Is Bear's this tight as well?"

"What?"

"Come on, you two are nearly inseparable. Don't tell me you two don't fuck
around."

"You can think whatever it takes to help you get off," I replied, neither
confirming nor denying the statement.

"Once I'm inside your ass, I won't need to think about anything else to get
me off," Principal Owens assured me. "Time to crack the books," he
chuckled, as he withdrew his fingers from my ass and let my butt cheeks
relax momentarily before his rock-hard, soaped cock began parting them
again.

"Teach me," I moaned, pressing my ass backward against his probing cock. I
pushed my ass back so far that all Grandpa could suck on was the head of my
cock. He licked all around the ridge before gently dipping his tongue in my
piss slit to taste the precum that I was leaking. "OH," I grunted when
Principal Owens' head finally popping through my tight ring.

Once the invasion had begun, Principal Owens released his cock and
stretched forward to place his hands on top of mine on top of the
divider. "Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaah," he moaned as he pushed his hips forward and
slowly sent more and more of his cock into my ass. The pressure forced my
own hips forward to feed Gramps more and more of my own
cock. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah," Principal Owens continued moaning after he'd fully
impaled me but kept pushing me forward until he had me pinned. I could
hardly breathe with his body crushing me so firmly against the divider.

"Oh god," I moaned, trying to relax.

"You ready to send this boy to heaven?" Principal Owens growled, obviously
directing the question to my grandpa.

Gramps stopped sucking me and replied, "Let's do it!" And then my cock was
returned to that warm, wet cavern. As my cock head was forced down
Grandpa's throat, Principal Owens began withdrawing his cock slowly from my
ass while tightening his grip on my hands.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, sliding my cock out of Grandpa's mouth and slipping my
ass back down Principal Owens' cock.

"Oh yeah," Principal Owens moaned. "That' it. Nice and slow."

"Mmmm," Gramps mumbled his agreement around my cock.

"Oh fuck," I repeated, reversing the motion and trying to decide which felt
better. The two men let me take full control and just work my body. Slowly
back and forth. In and out. Suck and fuck. I gradually began to increase my
speed, and as I did, Grandpa increased the power of his suction and the
grip of his fist on my cock shaft, while Principal Owens began a more
active fucking of my ass, clutching my hands firmly as he fucked into my
butt and releasing my hands as he pulled his throbbing cock out of me.

"Sorry, Woody, but I've got to get home," Principal Owens eventually
groaned in my ear. He didn't pull out, though; he just gripped my hands
tighter than ever on the top of the divider and began pumping my ass faster
and faster and faster with his cock. Grunting and groaning with every
thrust, ramming his cock up my ass, balls deep and out again. In and
out. Harder. Faster. Slamming me against the divider and driving my cock
down Grandpa's throat.

"Oh god, I love it like this," I grunted. "Harder, harder!" I begged.

"Fuck yeah," Principal Owens growled.

Grandpa pulled his head back so only the head and a couple inches of my
cock were thrusting in his mouth as he rapidly slide his tight, fist up and
down my spit-covered cock shaft. "Oh god, Grandpa, I'm gonna cum," I moaned
without thinking.

"Oh yeah," Principal Owens grunted in my ear. "Feed your grandpa, boy." I
froze when I realized what I'd done, but Grandpa continued sucking and
pumping my cock and Principal Owens kept ramming my ass. Panting and
moaning. Louder and louder. "Don't stop, boy," he growled in my ear.

I didn't have any choice; my balls were definitely more in charge than my
brain was at that point. I began thrusting my cock into Grandpa's fist and
mouth and alternately ramming my ass back on Principal Owens' raging
cock. "FUCK ME!" I bellowed.

"I AM!" Principal Owens roared.

"HARDER!" I begged.

"FUCK," he grunted as he tried to meet my demands.

"I'M CUMMING, GRANDPA, I'M CUMMING!" I warned him. There was no use trying
to hide his identity now. It was already out of the bag and the two men
were driving me too wild.

"FEED HIM, WOODY!" Principal Owens yelled in my ear.

"I'M CUMMING!" I screamed, slamming my hips against the divider and driving
my cock as far into Grandpa's mouth as he would let me. "FUCK!" I bellowed
as my muscles began contracting to pump load after load after load of cum
into Grandpa's mouth. He somehow managed to swallow as fast as I could
shoot. He let out satisfied moans of appreciation but kept sucking and
fisting my exploding cock to get more and more and more cum.

Principal Owens didn't let up on my ass either. I might have been frozen in
an exploding orgasm, but my ass kept clenching his cock with every shot of
cum that I fed Grandpa, and Principal Owens kept fucking my asshole
urgently, feverishly. Faster and faster. Grinding his forehead against the
back of my head. Gripping my hands so tight I thought he might break
something. "OH FUCK!" he finally roared, slamming his cock up my ass so
hard it felt like the cubicle divider began to buckle under the
pressure. "I'M CUMMING!" he bellowed in my ear as his cock throbbed and
pulsed in my ass, shooting his creamy seed all over my insides. "FUCK!" he
grunted, yanking his cock out part way and then slamming it back into
me. "FUCK!" he roared, yanking it out and slamming it back inside even
harder.

Between my own orgasm and the slamming orgasm fucks Principal Owens was
giving me, I couldn't catch my breath. I just grunted every time he plunged
inside my ass and rammed me against the divider. "Oh god," I groaned,
partly from pleasure, partly from exhaustion, and partly because I didn't
think I'd ever been fucked so hard before.

"SHIT!" Principal Owens yelled as he thrust his cock into my ass one final
time and froze. I could feel his cock and his whole body shaking with
excitement and exertion. "Oh, Woody," he finally hissed in my ear as his
hands released their grip on mine.

"You okay, Woody?" Grandpa called out as he slowly stroked my deflating
cock.

"I think so," I moaned. "Damn, guys, that was hot."

"You're telling us," Principal Owens panted in my ear. "And don't worry,
I've known for a long time it was your grandpa giving me a helping mouth
when I needed it. I just didn't know he was knowingly sucking his own
grandson."

"Yeah, well." I wasn't sure what else to say.

"Definitely made me cum harder, knowing you were feeding your own grandpa
your load. Really fucking hot," he panted as he slowly began withdrawing
his spent cock from my butt chute. He grabbed some toilet paper and quickly
wiped the traces of cum and ass juice off of his cock before tucking it
back in his suit trousers and zipping up.

Grandpa finally relinquished his hold on my cock, and I relaxed, pulling it
back through the gloryhole. "Thanks," I said, not sure whether I was
thanking Gramps for the blowjob or Principal Owens for being so cool about
it.

"Your secret's safe with me, Mr. Wharton," Principal Owens called out as he
buckled up his belt.

"And yours is safe with us," Gramps assured him.

"I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime," Principal Owens said as he
straightened his tie.

"What, my mouth isn't enough for you anymore now?" Grandpa laughed.

"I've never fucked a student before," Principal Owens replied softly,
looking me straight in the eye. "And I haven't fucked ass since college,"
he added with a chuckle.

"I never would have known," I assured him.

"Well, your grandpa's mouth has always been enough when that peculiar urge
would strike."

"Glad to hear it," Grandpa laughed, and I could hear him opening and
closing the door to his cubicle.

"But now that you've reminded me how amazing it feels to be inside a tight
warm ass..."

"So, you liked my refresher course, did you?" I laughed.

"Oh yeah," he replied and then shocked me by pulling my into a tight hold
for a long, deep kiss. "Thanks," he growled hoarsely when he'd
finished. Then he gave me an additional peck on the lips and turned to exit
the cubicle.

I followed Principal Owens out of the cubicle and discovered Grandpa at the
sink, washing his hands. He looked over at us and said with mock surprise,
"Well, Joseph Owens, fancy meeting you here."

"Hello, Mr. Wharton," he replied, stepping up to the sink and casually
washing his hands. "How's Mrs. Wharton?"

"Can't complain," Grandpa replied. "And Mrs. Owens?"

"Same as usual."

"So I gathered," Grandpa replied. The two men looked at each either soberly
for a moment before bursting into laughter. I just stared at them, not
really as at ease with the situation as they obviously were. "Relax,
Woody," Grandpa said as he dried his hands. "Joe here is one of my most
regular customers. Has been for a long time now."

"You never told me," I said, almost whining.

"Glad to hear it," Principal Owens laughed, drying his hands.

"I told you I never suck and tell, Woody. What happens in this restroom
stays in this restroom."

"Unless we decide to take it somewhere else together," Principal Owens
interjected with a raised eyebrow.

"So you're really okay with this?" I asked, motioning back and forth
between Grandpa and myself.

"I've seen and heard more shocking things in my life, Woody," Principal
Owens assured me, "although I'm dying to know if you two have ever fucked."

"No," Grandpa replied quickly, flatly, and firmly.

"Okay," Principal Owens replied, raising his hands in a motion of
surrender, "but you don't know what you're missing."

"I really can't believe you two," I said. "You especially," I added,
looking at Principal Owens. "You always seem so..."

"Uptight?" he smiled.

"Something like that."

"That's at school. Where I work. Not much call to talk about fucking and
cocks there."

"That's what you think," I laughed.

"I'm not even going to ask what that means," Principal Owens replied,
shifting eerily into his at-school demeanor.

"No, sir," I replied nervously.

"Stop teasing the boy, Joe," Grandpa laughed.

"Well, I wasn't teasing when I said I'd like to do this again sometime,"
Principal Owens said, looking relaxed again.

"Me too," I assured him.

"Well, the wife is waiting," Principal Owens said after a long moment spent
staring into my eyes.

"Mine too," Grandpa said.

"I don't have to be anywhere," I said casually with a coy smile.

The two men looked at each other and then said in unison to each other, "Go
home!" As if they were a comedy act, they both then looked at me, shrugged
in unison, and turned to leave the restroom while I finally took the chance
to wash my hands.

When I emerged from the restroom, I could see Grandpa and Principal Owens
standing together in the parking lot. I trotted over to them and asked,
"Can I get a lift home?"

"Well, since I walked," Grandpa replied, "I can't help you."

"Can't leave a student stranded, so I guess I'll have to give you a ride,"
Principal Owens said with a smile.

"You already did," I laughed. "That's why I don't think I can walk all the
way home."

"Get in, then," Principal Owens said. I hesitated as he crossed to his car,
got in, and started the engine.

"Are you sure this isn't going to be a problem? Him knowing and all?" I
quickly asked Grandpa.

"A bit awkward," Grandpa shrugged, "but maybe you can smooth that over by
telling him about the first time it happened without us knowing. That
should ease his mind a bit about us being complete perverts. At least it'll
give him something to think about when he's jacking off later tonight."

"I love you, Grandpa," I said, giving him a quick grandson-type kiss on the
cheek before trotting over to Principal Owens' car.

*****

"So, you see, once we'd already done it without knowing, it just seemed
stupid to pretend it never happened and that we hadn't enjoyed it."

"Seems logical," Principal Owens replied as he calmly continued driving me
home.

"You really don't seem shocked at all," I said, with just a hint of
disappointment.

"First of all, Woody, I don't shock easily. I've seen, heard, and read a
lot in my lifetime. Second, I've known your grandfather since I was a kid,
and I know he's a good man. Okay, so he likes to suck gloryhole cock. Who
doesn't?"

"What?!" I said, taking my turn to be shocked.

"Okay, I don't," he laughed. "I like to get sucked, but that's just me."

"Well, you're a damn good fucker," I replied.

"Watch your language, Woody," he said sternly.

"Yes, sir," I replied with a grin.

"I'm serious. The key to these kinds of situations is never letting them
seep into the real world. You know how much I enjoyed what we did back
there, but it doesn't change how I will act when I see you in the hallways
at school. It's the same way I can see your grandfather giving you a park
blowjob as an event completely separated from how he is with you all the
other time. Do you understand that?"

"Sure," I answered casually.

Principal Owens suddenly pulled the car over to the curb and stopped. He
then turned and looked steadily at me. "I'm serious, Woody. Your
grandfather and I have a lot to lose if you screw up or if you ever feel
like getting some sort of petty revenge if something unrelated doesn't go
your way."

His delivery had the desired effect. I felt exactly as if I'd been sent to
the principal's office and was getting a lecture for my bad behavior. "I
understand," I mumbled.

"I hope so," he replied, still staring at me.

"I promise. It was fun. I want to do it again. And believe me, I can keep a
secret."

"Like you kept the secret of who was giving you the blowjob while I was
fucking you."

"That was different," I objected.

"No, it really isn't. If you're not going to play by the rules, which
clearly prohibit sexual activities with your grandfather and your
principal, you can't afford any slips like that. You're just lucky that
your grandfather and I are such old friends and suck buddies. Not to
mention that you threw Mr. Moore under the bus."

"I didn't say anything!"

"That's just the point. After a couple lame objections, you were perfectly
fine with letting me, his boss, think you were engaging in sexual
activities with him on school grounds. You should have been screaming
bloody murder to protect his reputation. That's all we guys have, and we're
risking that by being with you. Do you really understand what that means?"

"Yes, sir," I muttered. "I do."

"I hope so," he replied before putting the car in gear again and pulling
away from the curb. "Because I really want to fuck your ass again as soon
as possible."

I relaxed a little again and smiled as we drove into the night.

*****

When I got home, Dad confirmed that he had hesitated to continue exchanging
deliveries with Ted after Bear and I left. Ted had even said they didn't
have to do anything more if Dad wasn't comfortable. He understood Dad's
earlier agreement was mainly just to put Bear in his place.

In the end, though, Ted managed to convince Dad how desperately he wanted
to have father and son cum in his ass at the same time. "Who can deprive
another man of that experience?" Dad asked me.

"Not me," I said, as I casually continued fucking Dad's ass. "So when are
you finally going to give Coach that same pleasure?"

"Is that what you really want?" Dad asked, looking at my face between his
raised and spread legs.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "That would be so fucking hot."

"Then I guess we should see what we can do about it."

The idea that I was finally going to get to fuck with Dad and Coach
together was too much. "FUCK YEAH!" I roared as I buried my dick in Dad's
ass and began pumping my load of son cum right where it belonged.


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