Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2017 20:05:55 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 15 (gay/incest)

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SPORTING WOODY

PART 15

Our team barged right to the sub-state basketball championship game, but
that's when we finally came up against another undefeated team. We
obviously hadn't played them before and didn't know much about them other
than their statistics, which were pretty solid. It was going to be a
definite challenge. On top of that, we had to drive more than two hours to
get to the tournament site while our opponents were from that area and
hardly had to travel at all. Anyway, when the day came and we were running
through our warm-up drills, we couldn't help but glance at the other end of
the court to evaluate their skills.

"I'm surprised to see Ted Glover here," Bear whispered to me.

"Where?" I asked, pulling my attention away from the players.

"Over there," Bear replied. I followed his nod of the head and discovered
Ted sitting in the middle of the opponent's crowd with his eyes fixed on
the other end of the court.

"Guess he had to make a delivery in the area," I laughed.

"Looks more like he's scouting the other team for potential deliveries,"
Bear chuckled before dashing off to grab a stray ball rolling across the
court.

I continued staring at Ted until he finally looked in my direction and gave
me a small wave. I nodded and he turned back toward the other team. I
followed his gaze to one of the opponents in particular just as the horn
blew to signal the end of the warm-up period. As we crossed paths on the
way to our respective benches, I managed to get a good look at my
competition, both in the game and apparently for Ted's attention. The guy
was definitely hot, and I couldn't help wondering if Ted was having sex
with him too. I looked at Ted again with a quizzical expression, but he
just pointed to himself.

"Is there a game program here?" I whispered to Bear, who grabbed one from
near the water bottles and handed it to me. I quickly flipped to the
opponent's roster and scanned down looking for the stranger's
number. 15. There it was, and my finger traced over to his name: Stewart
Glover. I looked back up at Ted, who was still looking at me. He nodded to
confirm my discovery, and then we both looked at the other bench to see
Stewart getting out of his warm-up sweats.

"It must be his little brother," I hissed to Bear.

"Doesn't look so little to me," Bear whispered.

"Wharton and Dieter!" Coach growled. "Are you here to play or not?"

"Yes, Coach," I replied.

"Sorry, Coach," Bear muttered at the same time.

We huddled up for the final pep talk and then we starters took our places
on the court. Stewart Glover stepped up beside me on the edge of the center
circle and nudged his foot against mine. "Fuck!" I thought. Just standing
next to Ted's hot younger brother was already turning me on. The crowd
started cheering as the ref stepped into the circle, and then he tossed the
ball.

As the ball sailed into the air, Stewart leaned into me, and all I could do
was feel his hot skin against mine. I was momentarily distracted, and the
tipped ball sailed right over my head to be grabbed by someone from the
other team. I shook off the surprise and rushed down to play defense,
although I expected to be pulled from the game at the first chance. I
didn't dare look over at Coach.

Fortunately, Bear managed to steal the ball and make a dash to the other
end for an easy layup to score the first points of the game. After that, I
just tried to concentrate on the game and ignore Ted's brother as much as
possible. I'd recovered pretty well, and Coach hadn't pulled me out
immediately, so that was something. Unfortunately, the opposition
eventually shifted to a man-on-man defense and #15 was suddenly in my face
or on my back at every moment.

I could feel his breath on my neck. I could feel his thigh pressed against
my ass. I could feel the sweat transferred from his body to mine. I
couldn't concentrate on anything other than trying not to let my cock get
hard for the entire crowd to see. Finally, Coach had enough of my sudden
string of mistakes and pulled me.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Coach yelled in my ear, so I would
definitely hear him over the crowd.

"He's making me too horny," I hissed back, hiding my face with a towel.

"Then get your fucking hormones under control." Coached grabbed the towel
from me and slammed it into my crotch. "If you can't, you're benched for
the entire game," Coach growled.

I glanced up at Ted, who was grinning and shaking his head. He knew exactly
what my problem was, but he gave me a shrug and returned his attention to
the game. I was suddenly angry at him for not warning me about his brother,
and in the process, the horniness vanished. Rather than looking at Stewart
Glover as a younger version of hot Ted, I was looking at him as a younger
version of annoying Ted. "I'm ready, Coach," I finally said, knowing that
sex would no longer be an issue.

"You'd better be," Coach growled, grabbing me by the jersey and nearly
throwing me toward the desk to check back into the game.

I quickly got down to business and played some of my best ball ever. It was
a good thing, too, because in the end, we managed just a one-point victory
on a last-minute shot by Bear. Still, that one point was enough to get us
into the state championship tournament.

As the teams filed past each other to shake hands, Stewart Glover gripped
my hand firmly and turned on the 200-watt smile. "Great game," he
said. "Congratulations." He had the same deep, rumbling voice that Ted had.

"Thanks," I muttered before releasing his hand and moving on to the next
player. In that instant, though, my cock finally stirred again to show its
definite interest in the younger Glover. I looked back over my shoulder and
caught him glancing back at me. He smiled again, and I nodded.

After we all finished shaking hands, I turned around and saw Stewart
talking to Ted at the side of the court. I hesitated for a second and then
walked over to them. "Hello, Mr. Glover," I said casually. "Are you two
related?"

"My son," Ted replied, putting his arm around Stewart's shoulder.

"Your son?! You're not serious. How old are you?" I was too stunned to
monitor what I was saying or how I was saying it.

Ted just laughed and said, "I'm thirty-six."

"No way!" I objected. "You don't look..."

"Afraid I am." Ted tightened his arm around Stewart's shoulder and added,
"This is what you get when teens don't use condoms."

"Thanks a lot, Dad," Stewart replied, giving his father a playful nudge
before looking back at me and smiling. "So, how do you two know each
other?"

"I delivered some furniture to Woody and his dad a few weeks ago."

I tried to recover my sense of normality. "I can't believe you live so far
away and make that drive so regularly."

"Oh, I don't. Stewart lives out here with my ex-wife."

"I thought you were still married," I said, getting confused again.

"Second time's a charm," Ted clarified.

"Oh."

"I'm glad you could make it, Dad," Stewart said, giving Ted a casual hug.

"Me too, Son," Ted replied, hugging him back. "Go get changed, and I'll
give you a lift home. Your home."

"Okay," Stewart replied to Ted before holding out his hand to me. I took
his hand and felt his strong, confident grip engage immediately. "Nice to
meet you, and congratulations again," he said. We stood silently looking at
each other for a moment over that extended handshake, and then he released
his grip and walked off toward the locker rooms.

"I think he might be developing a crush on you," Ted observed casually when
Stewart glanced back at us right before he disappeared from view.

"Is he...?"

"He says so," Ted replied without needing me to finish the question. "Told
his mother and me when I took him his Christmas present last year."

"You're fucking with me," I replied without thinking.

"I'm pretty sure that's a settled fact," Ted laughed.

"Are you and him...?"

"NO!" Ted replied quickly. "He doesn't know anything about my adventures,
and I plan to keep it that way. Understood?"

"Yes. Of course. Would you mind if he and I...? If I...?"

"You are one horny kid," Ted laughed.

"Well, maybe you think he's too good for me," I said seriously, "given
everything you know."

"I know you're a good, fun-loving kid. That's all I need to know. And all
Stewart needs to know unless you're going to marry him."

"And if it went there?"

"Let's just talk about that when and if the time comes."

"Okay, can you give me a ride home?"

"Isn't that against the team rules or something?"

"Let me worry about that."

"Then hurry your victorious ass up," Ted ordered. "Don't keep us losers
waiting."

"Yes, sir," I grinned, turning to run to the locker rooms.

*****

"I didn't see your dad in the stands," Coach replied doubtfully when I said
I wasn't taking the team bus home.

"It was a big crowd," I observed, tugging on the towel I had wrapped around
my waist. "Anyway, he doesn't want to make the long drive home alone." As a
distraction, I casually undid the towel and let it hang at my side, giving
Coach a full view of my cock, which was semihard thanks to some pretty
horny thoughts about Stewart.

"Okay, get showered and get out of here. Bear deserves more reward for this
victory than you do anyway."

"I know. Have fun," I replied before draping the towel over my shoulder and
walking toward the showers. I smiled to myself knowing how much Coach was
probably enjoying the sight of my departing ass. I could just imagine him
licking his lips and groping his crotch with excitement.

*****

"We won. Don't pick me up at school. If Coach calls, you were here and gave
me a ride home. I'll explain later." I hit the send button after I spotted
Ted and Stewart standing beside a car in the parking lot and knew I
definitely had a ride home. I planned to explain everything to Dad in more
detail later, but I just wanted to make sure he got the story straight if
Coach checked up on me before I got home.

"Thanks for the ride," I said as I walked up to Ted and Stewart. "I didn't
really feel like a noisy bus ride tonight. Besides, I figured you could use
the company for the long drive."

"No doubt about that," Ted replied. "Company is definitely good for long
drives. Why don't you two hop in back and get acquainted on the drive to
Stewart's? Talk about the game or boys or whatever."

"Um, sure, Dad," Stewart replied, giving me a quick, nervous look.

"Thanks, Mr. Glover." I really did appreciate that not-so-subtle hint about
common interests that Stewart and I might have.

"Your dad's cool," I whispered to Stewart as we drove through the night. I
don't know whether he heard the comment or not, but Ted turned up the radio
at that point, which was obviously meant to give us more privacy.

"I think so too," Stewart replied. "I just wish I got to spend more time
with him."

"You should come visit," I suggested. "Spring Break?"

"I would love to if I could get my mom to agree," Stewart assured me.

A few seconds passed, and then I decided to plunge ahead. "It's your fault
I got such an awful start in the game tonight."

"Why?" he asked with surprise.

"You're not serious," I laughed.

"I don't..."

"Basketball was the last thing I had on my mind when you stepped up beside
me for the tip."

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious. It was all I could do not to pop a boner right then and
there," I laughed.

After a brief pause, Stewart replied, "You and me both."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Definitely. Just like the one I have right now," he whispered.

"You and me both," I replied in a whisper of my own.

Keeping our eyes locked on each other, Stewart and I both tentatively
reached out to confirm each other's claim. "Nice," Stewart said softly with
a smile as his hand slowly trailed up and down along the prominent ridge in
my jeans.

"You too," I assured him, feeling the hardon straining against Stewart's
jeans.

"Mmm," he sighed, placing his free hand on top of mine to press it more
firmly against his pulsing mound. I could feel him even flexing his
hips. That boy was definitely horny. I took a quick glance at the back of
Ted's head and then leaned over Stewart's crotch. "What are you doing?" he
hissed.

"Just getting to know you better," I whispered back as I unbuttoned and
unzipped his jeans. I reached inside the opening and felt the soft fabric
of his underwear. "Okay?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned softly.

The wet spot at the tip of his cock wasn't surprising. I actually smiled
when my fingers discovered it in the dark. I ran my index finger around in
circles over it, and Stewart let out a small moan. I took that as
encouragement, found the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down to
release his cock. "Mmm," I sighed as I tasted the nectar oozing out of
Stewart's dick. I licked the head slowly, enjoying the sweet flavor as more
precum seeped out onto my tongue.

Stewart lifted his hips and pushed his jeans and underwear down onto his
thighs to give me more room and him more freedom. He then pulled up his
shirt and let one hand rest on his belly while the other found a home
gently resting on the back of my head. And just in case there was any doubt
about what he wanted at that point, he whispered, "Suck me."

That sounded good to me, and his cock tasted good too as I slid the
drooling tip into my mouth and slowly worked my lips down the sides of that
smooth, thin shaft. I could feel his body shuddering under my oral
ministrations, and a soft moan confirmed it when I took his tight balls in
my hand and began gently massaging them.

I gripped his slick shaft with my other hand, and Stewart started rocking
his hips, fucking his cock in and out of my fist and mouth as I casually
bobbed my head up and down. Taking his dick deep in my throat and then
releasing it. In and out. Up and down. I could feel my saliva running down
over my fist, and I began eagerly slurping, trying to swallow it all
back. "Shhh," Stewart hissed, so I gave up and just let the saliva drool
down over my fist and onto his balls, where I rubbed it into his fuzzy
sack. "Mmm," he sighed, continuing his rocking motion.

"Almost home," Ted called casually over the blaring radio.

Stewart groaned, tightened his grip on the back of my head, and began
fucking my mouth more urgently. Faster and faster. Thrusting his cock up
into my throat. I firmed up my own grip on his thrusting shaft and his
tightening balls. His breath was coming in erratic pants
now. Urgent. Desperate. Harder. "Oh god," he growled through clenched
teeth, and I knew he really was almost home. I tightened my throat muscles
and my grips, and Stewart stifled another moan. His fingers were pulling
hard on my hair, and I could see his other hand desperately clutching the
waistband of his jeans.

"Ungh, ungh," he grunted, ramming his cock up and shoving my head down. I
could barely breathe, and what little air there was was cut off when
Stewart stifled one long, low groan and started shooting cum straight down
my throat and into my belly.

I desperately wanted to taste Stewart's first load, but I was also
desperately just trying to breathe. I tightened and relaxed my throat
muscles in rolling waves along Stewart's throbbing, pulsing, cumming
cock. He finally relaxed enough to drop his hips a little and let me
breathe again, but a sudden spasm caused him to explode another load of cum
into my mouth before his hips quickly flew up to drive the cum down my
throat. After a long pause, Stewart's body shivered repeatedly before
collapsing back down onto the car seat.

As Stewart panted quickly, trying to recover from the intense orgasm, I
gently continued to suck on his cock to clean up as much cum and saliva as
I could swallow. When his breathing had finally returned to normal and his
body was completely relaxed, I gave him one final balls to tip suck and
then sat up, leaning against Stewart and resting my head on his
shoulder. "Thanks," Stewart whispered.

"Well, you deserved the consolation prize," I laughed.

"It was almost worth losing the tournament," he sighed.

"Almost?" I asked, giving my mouth a quick wipe with the back of my hand.

Stewart laughed and raised his hips to pull up his underwear and
jeans. "Getting fucked would have been really worth it," he finally
replied, giving me a sly grin.

"Seriously? You'd be up for that?" I asked.

"I have been before," he laughed, but then he got serious. "Just once,
though. I don't know why, but I think it would be different with you. Even
better."

Before I could figure out what to say to that, Ted pulled the car to a stop
and called out, "Here we are. Everybody out."

"Thanks for the ride, Dad," Stewart said as he quickly zipped up his jeans.

After Stewart got out and slammed the door, Ted laughed, "From what I could
see in the rearview mirror, you're the one he should be thanking for the
ride." Before I could reply, Ted got out of the car. I didn't plan to stay
in the back for the rest of the trip home, so I got out as well.

When I joined father and son, Ted was giving Stewart a huge bear hug. "I'm
proud of you, kid."

"Thanks, Dad. Just sorry we didn't win."

"You'll always be a winner as far as I'm concerned."

"You too, Dad, no matter what Mom says about you being a complete asshole,"
he added with a laugh as they separated from the embrace. "Thanks for
coming to the game and for the ride home."

"You know I'd do anything for you," Ted replied seriously.

"I know, Dad," Stewart replied, giving Ted another quick hug before holding
his hand out to me. "Good luck at the state tournament, Woody."

"Thanks," I said shaking his hand firmly and then continuing to hold it. "I
hope you'll come watch us play."

"I don't know if I can get there."

"I'll give you another lift if you really want it," Ted offered.

"Thanks, Dad," Stewart replied, still holding my hand. "I'd like that."

I saw Ted glance down at our hands before saying, "We'll talk tomorrow. Get
some sleep." He patted Stewart on the shoulder and then got in the car.

"Thanks for the blowjob," Stewart finally whispered, still holding my hand.

"Any time," I replied with a grin.

"Look," Stewart started hesitantly, "I hope you won't think this sounds all
weird and everything, but... Well, I've never felt... This is so
sudden... I mean..."

"Don't tell me you're in love with me," I laughed.

Stewart hesitated and then finally replied, "If not, I think I sure could
get to be."

"Oh," I said lamely, and Stewart finally let go of my hand.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"No, no," I replied quickly. "Don't be. I'm flattered. I like you too. A
lot, in case you hadn't noticed."

"I noticed," Stewart replied with a small smile.

"It's just that I've never thought about... Well, about love or a
relationship or anything."

"Well, think about it," he said, not commanding or begging, just making the
suggestion.

"Definitely," I replied. We stood looking at each other for a few seconds,
and then I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. After a surprised moment,
Stewart pulled our bodies together and kissed me back, long and slow and
deep, enjoying the vague hint of the flavor of his own seed in my
mouth. When we separated, I looked deeply into Stewart's eyes and repeated,
"Definitely."

Stewart stepped back and watched as I got in the front seat of his dad's
car. As Ted pulled the car away from the curb, Stewart and I waved at each
other.

"Well, that was an interesting ride," Ted finally commented when Stewart
was out of sight and I had turned to stare at the road ahead. "Did you have
as much fun in the back seat as it looked like Stewart was having?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied without any real enthusiasm. I was too busy thinking
about other things. I'd really been exploring and enjoying the lust and sex
side of my man-on-man attraction for the past few months without giving
much thought to the actual long-term relationship side. Stewart suddenly
had me turned around, and I wasn't all that sure how I felt about it.

*****

I guess all the excitement of the day got to me, because the next thing I
knew, I was waking up in the parking lot of a highway rest area. I looked
at the driver's seat, but I was alone in the car. I almost closed my eyes
to go back to sleep, but since I didn't know how far we still were from
home, I figured I should probably go inside and have a piss.

As I walked up to the cinder-block building, I looked around and noticed
that the only other vehicle in the area was a semi in the truck portion of
the parking lot. I figured the driver was probably having a quick nap to
break up a long haul. I certainly didn't expect to find him standing right
next to Ted at the urinals.

The trucker seemed to be doing some quick adjusting as I entered, but Ted
just casually said, "Hey, Woody, I didn't want to wake you up. You were
sleeping so soundly.

I stepped up to the urinal on the trucker's other side. "Thanks, Dad, but I
really have to piss." I saw Ted give me a quick sideways look, but the
trucker just kept looking at the wall in front of him. I took a small step
back from the urinal as I pulled out my cock. The idea that I might have
interrupted something in progress already had my cock slowly stiffening,
and I gave it a few strokes while I waited for the piss to flow.

"That's my boy," Ted laughed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the trucker trying to sneak a look at my
cock. I'm not sure who he was trying to kid with the hidden glances, since
we were three men standing at the urinals together with no piss flowing. My
cock continued to grow, and I noticed the trucker turning his head more
obviously for a look. "Oh yeah," I moaned when piss finally shot out of my
cock and splashed loudly against the porcelain.

"My son pisses like a horse in addition to being hung like one," Ted
observed casually.

"Sounds like it," the trucker laughed, as if he wasn't staring at the
golden liquid flowing from my stiffening cock.

"He also fucks like one, too," Ted finally added when my piss stream began
to dwindle.

"What?" the trucker asked. He was obviously fascinated by my performance
and couldn't believe what he'd heard.

"I can hardly walk when he gets finished fucking my ass," Ted confirmed,
slowly stroking his cock.

"You and your son...?" The trucker seemed uncertain, but he wasn't scared
off. In fact, he started stroking his cock openly. That made me pretty sure
that I had interrupted some mutual jacking when I arrived.

"Every chance we get," I confirmed, flipping the last drops of piss off my
cock and casually joining in the urinal stroke-fest. "Mmm," I sighed.

"I've never... Father and son. Really?" The trucker was obviously getting
excited by the idea. "You don't look old enough."

"I got an early start," Ted laughed.

"And the two of you really...?"

"Fuck around? Sure, why not? You got a problem with that?" Ted asked.

"No, not at all," the trucker replied quickly. "It's kinda hot."

"There's no 'kinda' about it," I chuckled. "You don't know hot until you've
fucked your own dad's ass."

"Can I watch?" the trucker asked nervously.

"You just want to watch?" Ted replied coyly.

"To start," the trucker said, stroking his cock even faster at the thought.

"How about we go out to your truck before you shoot that thing too
quickly," I suggested.

"Wife's asleep in the truck," he admitted.

"Too bad," Ted said.

"How about the handicapped cubicle?" the trucker suggested eagerly.

"Your wife wouldn't mind?" I teased him.

"I don't care, if it means I get to see a real father and son
fucking. Heard about shit like that but never believed it."

"Believe it," Ted laughed. "Come on, Woody." Without putting his cock away,
Ted stepped back from the urinal and started toward the handicapped
cubicle. "There should be enough room for all three of us in here," he
said, opening the door and waiting.

"Should be, Dad," I said, reaching out casually and taking the trucker's
cock in hand. He let out an involuntary shudder, and I could feel his cock
throb. "Coming?" I asked, slowly starting to stroke his warm shaft.

"I will be if you keep that up," he laughed.

Without another word, I used the trucker's cock to lead him to the
handicapped cubicle. Ted continued to hold the door open for us, and then
he followed us inside and locked the door. "Better let go of his cock
before he shoots, Son."

"Yes, sir," I replied, giving the trucker one more firm stroke before
releasing my hold on his rigid meat.

"Oh god," the trucker moaned.

Ted took a small travel-sized tube of lube out of his pocket and held it
out to me. "I like to be prepared for long road trips."

"That's my dad," I laughed, taking the lube from him.

"You sure you wouldn't rather have my boy fuck you instead of you just
watching us?" Ted asked the trucker.

"I've never been..."

"You don't know what you're missing," Ted laughed, turning to face the
wall, pushing his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, and leaning
forward to plant his palms on the wall. "Lube me up, Son."

"Whatever you say, Dad," I replied, stepping up behind him, squirting lube
on my fingers, and casually working them between Ted's muscled buns.

"He can get deeper if you spread my butt cheeks for him," Ted said to the
trucker.

"Oh, yeah, sure," the trucker stuttered as he stepped closer to us and
released his own cock. He stood side by side with Ted. The trucker faced me
with his back to the wall. He leaned sideways to grab one of Ted's ass
cheeks in each hand and spread them for me.

"That's it," I said, working my fingers more easily into Ted's crack and
pushing them against his asshole.

"Yeah, that's it," Ted agreed as my lubed fingers sank into him and slowly
slid as deep as they could go.

"Damn," the trucker muttered as he watched me finger-fuck Ted, getting him
lubed up and opened up.

"That's good, Son. I'm ready whenever you are."

I squirted some lube on my cock before dropping the tube in my shirt
pocket. I stroked the lube all along my cock and then stepped closer to
Ted. I ran the head slowly up and down his moist crack before finally
planting the tip on his glistening pink pucker.

"Damn, you're really going to fuck your dad," the trucker mumbled, looking
down at my cock head pressing against Ted's hole.

"Isn't that what you wanted to see?" I asked, not moving.

"Fuck yeah," the trucker moaned. "Oh shit," he grunted, and I looked down
to discover that Ted had reached around to grab the trucker's dick.

"Don't distract him too much, Dad," I laughed. "You wanna guide me in?" I
asked the trucker.

"Oh yeah," he hissed, releasing one of Ted's cheeks and taking hold of my
shaft instead. "Damn, you've got a nice cock, boy," he muttered, holding me
firmly on target.

"Feed me into Dad's ass," I directed him. After a slight hesitation, the
trucker began gently pulling my cock forward, pressing the head firmly
against Ted's asshole.

"That's it, boy," Ted growled. "Get that cock inside daddy's ass where I
need it."

"Oh yeah," the trucker groaned when he saw my head pop into Ted's ass and
the shaft slowly start disappearing inch by inch.

"Oh yeah," Ted moaned.

"Keep feeding it to him," I ordered. "He can take it all."

"Damn," the trucker sighed as he continued pulling my cock forward into
Ted's ass.

"Feels good, Son," Ted groaned. "You know I want it all."

When I was almost all the way inside Ted, I suggested to the trucker, "Now
get behind me and push my ass to finish the job."

"You two are so fucking hot," the trucker muttered as he quickly got behind
me and planted his hands on my exposed butt cheeks. "Oh yeah," he sighed as
he began gently kneading my muscular, young butt.

"I said push, not play," I laughed.

"Sorry," the trucker apologized.

"SHIT!" Ted bellowed when the trucker suddenly just shoved my ass and
rammed the remaining few inches into Ted's ass.

"Sorry," the trucker apologized again.

"Don't worry, he likes it rough," I assured the trucker as I began to pull
my cock out of Ted's ass before thrusting it back in, all the way to the
balls.

"Oh yeah," mumbled the trucker as he kept a firm hold on my butt cheeks
while straining to lean around me and see my cock gliding in and out of
Ted's ass.

"Oh yeah," Ted agreed. "Fuck me, Son."

I picked up the pace, and the trucker seemed to give up on trying to see
what was going on. Instead, he decided to feel what was going on. He
pressed his hard cock against my flexing ass, while with one hand he
reached around to rub my contracting belly and with the other he reached
around to grip the base of my thrusting cock with his fingers reaching
under to cup my balls. "Oh yeah," he hissed in my ear as he forcefully
started to grind his cock against my ass.

"I think he wants to fuck me, Dad," I grunted.

"My son is your son," Ted called.

"You sure?" the trucker moaned, desperately wanting to be part of the
father-son fuck.

"Definitely," I said pulling the lube out of my pocket and holding it over
my shoulder.

"Fuck yeah," the trucker growled, grabbing the lube from me so quickly he
nearly took a couple fingers with it.

"We've got an eager one here, Dad," I laughed.

"I thought he would be, as soon as I saw him," Ted replied.

"Oh yeah, that's it," I moaned when the trucker began working the lube and
his fingers into my flexing asshole. It didn't stop me from fucking Ted,
though. I kept plunging my cock in and out of his ass while the trucker
tried to match my strokes with his fingers. "That's it."

"Is he getting you opened up good, Son?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm all ready for his trucker dick up my ass."

"And you're gonna get it," the trucker growled, pulling his fingers out of
my ass and quickly pressing a hard cock in its place."

"Damn, he sure is hard, Dad," I moaned.

"That's it, man, fuck my boy's tight ass. You've never felt anything
better."

"SHIT!" I roared when the trucker just rammed his cock into my ass all the
way to his balls in one smooth move. The force of the thrust was so strong
that it rammed my cock all the way into Ted in the same motion.

"FUCK YEAH!" Ted moaned.

"Give me a little room," I suggested, "and you won't be sorry."

"Sorry," the trucker mumbled, stepping back a bit to let me get balanced
over my own feet again. Once we were all ready, I began fucking back onto
the trucker's throbbing bone and then plunging my cock into Ted's ass. I
set up a slow, steady rocking motion that managed to give pleasure to all
three of us at the same time.

"Oh god yeah," the trucker groaned, gripping me firmly by the waist.

"That's it, boy," Ted moaned.

"This feels fucking amazing, Dad," I grunted.

"Fuck me, Son," Ted grunted back.

"Fuck your daddy," the trucker growled in my ear.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, picking up the pace. Fucking Ted faster. Riding the
trucker's cock faster. Flexing my hips. Rocking my hips. Clenching my
butt. Flexing my asshole.

"Oh shit," grunted the trucker. "Shit. Oh shit."

The combined pleasure on my cock and in my ass rapidly grew to be too much
for me. "Oh, I'm gonna cum, Daddy," I moaned.

"That's it," the trucker growled in my ear. "Fill your daddy with cum,
boy."

"SHOOT, WOODY!" Ted grunted. "CUM IN MY ASS, BOY!"

"I'M CUMMING!" I bellowed, in case there was any doubt. I frantically
fucked Ted's ass and rode the trucker's cock. On and off. In and
out. "FUCK!" I roared as my out-of-control body exploded, shooting hot,
young cum up Ted's ass. Gripping the trucker's cock with waves of ass
muscle contractions.

"Oh yeah," groaned Ted.

"Fuck yeah," agreed the trucker.

"You cumming, too?" Ted called.

"Not yet," the trucker grunted as he continued to fuck my motionless ass."

"Then let him have a go at my ass, Woody. Let him know what it feels like
to fuck a Dad's ass when it's full of his own son's cum."

"Oh yeah, I wanna do that," the trucker moaned excitedly, quickly pulling
his cock out of my ass.

I was still trying to recover from my orgasm, but Ted wasn't waiting. "Come
on, Son, let him fuck me. We don't have all night."

"Okay, Dad," I agreed reluctantly, slowly pulling out of Ted's ass and
stepping aside.

"Oh fuck yeah," the trucker moaned as he slowly sank his cock into Ted's
cum-filled hole. "So juicy."

"That's my boy's cum you're feeling," Ted reminded him.

"OH GOD!" the trucker grunted. "THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT!"

"How about sucking Dad's cock, Son?" Ted suggested.

"Okay, Dad," I agreed before getting on my knees and sliding under Ted's
bent-over body to take his leaking head into my mouth.

"That's it, boy, suck your daddy's dick," the trucker growled.

"He is," Ted confirmed. "That's it, Son," he moaned as I began to suck
gently on the precum-oozing head while slowly stroking the warm, thick
shaft with one hand and gently squeezing his cum-filled balls with the
other. "Oh yeah, best son ever."

"Wish my son appreciated me the way yours does you," the trucker grunted as
he really began plunging his dick in and out of Ted's ass. The thought of
playing with a father and son was driving him wild. Faster and faster,
shoving Ted's cock deep down my throat. Deeper. Harder. "Can't believe I'm
doing this," the trucker moaned. "So fucking hot!"

"Churn my boy's cum," Ted egged him on. "Your cock feels like it enjoys
being buried in a dad ass filled with boy cum."

"Sure does," the trucker grunted, giving Ted a sudden sharp slap on the
ass.

"Give me more cum, buddy. I need more cum up my ass," Ted begged.

When his balls really started to tighten up, I knew Ted was getting
close. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and started pumping quickly,
firmly, urgently. "Cum, Dad. Cum for me," I hissed.

"I'm gonna cum, Son," Ted replied. "You keep that up and I'm... Oh
fuck. OH, SON! LOOK OUT! I'M GONNA CUM!"

"DO IT, DAD!" I ordered, giving Ted's balls a hard squeeze.

"SHIT, SON! TAKE DADDY'S CUM!" Ted roared as ropes of hot, white cum began
flying out of his cock and striping my face. "I'M CUMMING!"

"I noticed," I laughed, continuing to stroke his cock and finally leaning
in to suck out the last loads that just oozed from his slit.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." The trucker grunted as he
continued to pump Ted's ass.

With a sudden inspiration, I scrambled out from under Ted and stood up to
face the trucker. "Look what my dad did to me."

The trucker tore his eyes away from his cock plunging in and out of Ted's
ass and looked at me. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw my
face covered with Ted's cum. When I stuck out my tongue and licked up cum
from all around my mouth, the trucker bellowed, "OH FUCKING SHIT!" He
fucked Ted like there was no tomorrow but his eyes stayed on me as I
reached up and used my fingers to gather more of Ted's cum and feed it to
myself, sucking suggestively on my fingers to get every last drop. "FUCK,
YOU REALLY EAT YOUR OWN DAD'S CUM!"

"He can't get enough," Ted grunted under the trucker's assault.

I gathered more cum off of my face, but this time, I stepped closer to the
trucker and held out my fingers. He continued his hard, fast, steady fuck,
but he pulled his head back slightly from my fingers. "Try it. You'll like
it," I assured him.

The trucker finally opened his mouth, and I slid my cum-covered fingers
inside. After a moment, he started sucking eagerly on my fingers. I
gathered more of Ted's cum with my other hand and fed it to myself. As the
trucker and I continued sucking my fingers, a look of utter ecstasy spread
across the trucker's face. Then his eyes opened wide and he screamed a
muffled scream around my fingers. I looked down to see his hips jerking
spasmodically. "I guess that mean's you liked the taste," I observed
casually, removing my fingers from his mouth.

"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" The trucker bellowed.

"YEAH, ADD YOUR CUM TO MY BOY'S LOAD," Ted called out.

"I think he's already doing that, Dad," I smiled, feeding myself the last I
could find of Ted's facial cum.

"SURE FUCKING AM!" the trucker confirmed between additional hard thrusts of
his spewing cock into Ted's ass. "YOU TWO ARE FUCKING SICK! I LOVE IT!"
With one final mighty thrust of his dick, the trucker froze with his pubes
planted firmly against Ted's ass.

"Glad to hear it," Ted laughed, and the trucker's body trembled.

"Me too," I agreed, leaning back against the wall to catch my breath.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," the trucker sighed when he finally began pulling his cock out
of Ted. "I sure hope I can catch you two here on the next trip."

Ted grunted when the trucker's dick popped out of his ass. He then stood up
and grabbed some toilet paper to give his ass a quick wipe. "Unfortunately,
my boy and I are just passing through ourselves."

"Sorry to hear it," the trucker replied, grabbing some toilet paper of his
own to clean his cock as best he could.

"It's been fun, though," Ted said, shoving an additional wad of toilet
paper into his crack before pulling up his pants.

"Sure has," I agreed as I tucked my exhausted cock back into my jeans and
made myself presentable.

"Well, thanks for the most memorable rest stop of my career," the trucker
said. "I'll never forget this one."

*****

We'd been back on the road for a while before Ted asked with a laugh, "What
in the world made you tell him we were father and son?"

"Does it matter? He enjoyed it. It made him happy and gave him a hot
jack-off memory for life. Why not?"

"You are one dirty kid," Ted laughed.

The comment drew an instant defensive response that even I didn't expect:
"Which makes me not good enough for Stewart, I assume."

"I never said that," Ted replied seriously, "but we've definitely crossed
into strange territory. I'm not sure you two quite have the same outlook on
life and sex."

"Meaning I'm just a horny perv and he's an angel."

"Just meaning a backseat blowjob might mean more to Stewart than it does to
you."

I had to admit that he had a point there, but it didn't keep me from
pouting for a while. Finally, though, I muttered into the darkness, "Would
you rather I didn't see Stewart again?"

"Well," Ted replied casually and a little sadly, "it's not like he lives
close by. Look, Woody, you're a good kid. And loads of fun. I just don't
want Stewart to get hurt. He's what you'd probably call a hopeless
romantic. When he falls, it's going to be hard. I'm just asking you to keep
that in mind. Will you do that for me?"

"Okay," I replied without looking at him.

*****

When Ted finally dropped me off back at home, I got my bag out of the back
seat and then leaned in through the passenger window. "Thanks for the
ride," I said.

"Any time," Ted replied, looking up from his cell phone. "Stewart just sent
a message asking if I can get your number for him."

"I'm pretty sure you have it already," I laughed.

"But do you want me to pass it along?" Ted asked seriously.

"It's up to you. Whatever you think is best. Goodnight." I didn't wait for
a response; I just turned and walked off to my apartment.

*****

"Congratulations," Dad muttered as I slid naked into his bed.

"Thanks," I replied, cuddling up closely behind him, relaxing into his warm
body.

"Your coach called to make sure we got home alright."

"Oh, sorry about that. Ted gave me a ride."

"Lucky you," Dad replied.

My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand, and I rolled over to pick it
up. I swiped it open and looked at the incoming text: "Is this your number,
Woody? Stewart here."

I typed a quick reply: "Yeah, it's me. What's up?"

A few moments later, the response arrived: "This. I can't stop thinking of
you." I scrolled down to the attached cock shot.

I smiled and replied: "Looks as good as it tasted. Tired though. Long
day. Later."

Before I could put the phone down, another text popped up: "Sleep tight. I
know I will."

I just sent a quick "LOL" and turned off the phone. The texts had done
their job, however, and when I snuggled up to Dad, it was with my raging
hardon pressed against his back.

"Doesn't that thing ever sleep?" Dad grumbled, only half awake himself.

"Do you mind?" I asked, slowly dragging my hard cock up and down his crack.

Dad rolled over and pulled the lube from his nightstand drawer. He handed
it to me and then stretched out on his belly. "Do what you've got to
do. Just don't be offended if I go back to sleep."

I eagerly slicked up my cock and worked lube into Dad's ass. He purred with
satisfaction as I got him ready, and then I climbed on his back. I reached
between us and guided my pulsing cock to his relaxed, lubed hole. "Mmm," he
sighed as I easily slipped inside him and gently gave him all I had to
give. "Feels nice," he murmured sleepily.

"Sure does," I whispered in his ear as I slowly started humping his ass
with gentle, shallow motions.

"Good night, Son," he mumbled as my cock gently massaged his ass from the
inside.

"Good night, Dad," I replied, casually enjoying a leisurely fuck to wind
down the day. Although my cock was getting full pleasure from Dad's ass, I
couldn't help thinking about Stewart. I even felt a bit guilty when I
finally realized that I was wishing it was Stewart under me instead of Dad
and that it was Stewart's tight ass around my cock. When I finally shot my
load, it was Stewart's smile that I saw gleaming through the orgasm haze
while my cum filled Dad's sleeping ass to overflowing.

I relaxed gently onto Dad's back and continued to think about Stewart as my
cock softened and sleep overtook me.

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I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun.

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thing has been!

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