Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2017 04:05:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 16 (gay incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! SPORTING WOODY PART 16 I stretched and yawned and rolled over on my belly as the early morning light began to fill the bedroom. After the previous day's sub-state basketball championship and the eventful trip home, I was definitely looking forward to a relaxed Sunday at home. I was just sorry to discover that Dad was already out of bed. He hadn't been up for long, though, because his side of the bed was still warm and I could hear the shower water running. I slowly began pressing my cock into the warm spot in the mattress, and my morning wood began to plump up as I remembered the slow fuck I'd given Dad before falling asleep. I casually reached back and slide a couple fingers down my crack. A low moan escaped from my throat when my fingers found my asshole and gently began rubbing it. When my middle finger penetrated into the tight warmness, I sighed, remembering the trucker cock inside me and wishing he'd shot his load in me instead of Ted. Continuing to play with my asshole, I rolled over on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest. That opened up my hole even more as I continued to work my fingers inside. I really wanted to get fucked and thought about joining Dad in the shower, but I was also feeling too lazy. I just reached over with my free hand and grabbed the lube from Dad's nightstand. I flipped the lube lid and pulled my fingers out of my ass just long enough to squirt some gel on them before returning them to my ass. I spread some of the lube on the surface of my hole before slowly working my fingers back inside. With the lube, it was an easy, sliding process, and I let out another low moan of pleasure as I resumed finger-fucking myself. My plump cock wasn't really making any demands; my ass was the demanding one that morning. But I didn't ignore my cock. I squirted some lube on it before tossing the tube back on the nightstand. Then I spread the lube along the ridge down the shaft of my cock before grabbing the plump softness and giving it some steady, firm squeezes to encourage growth and firmness. As I twisted my body around a bit to achieve deeper finger penetration, I casually twisted my cock around as well. As it continued to grow in firmness, my cock strained against the contortions, but it still felt good. My hand slid onto my balls and worked them around so they were actually on top of my cock, which made it easier to force my dick between my thighs. "Fuck," I growled when I felt my cock rub across the back of my hand that was fucking my ass. I slid my free hand along my cock until I was pressing the head of my cock between those fingers and the back of my other hand. "Fuck me," my ass begged, and I knew I had to try. I slid my fingers out of my ass and began manipulating my cock with both hands. The hand reaching across my belly continued to push the shaft between my thighs with the heel of my hand grinding against my balls. The hand wrapped around my hip to reach my asshole instead gripped the head of my cock and rubbed it on my pucker. As the excitement continued to build, my shaft started to get harder, and I knew it had to happen then or never, before my cock got too hard to stay in that twisted position. I inhaled and tried to relax, both to stop my cock from stiffening too much and to prepare my ass for invasion. The fingers on my cock head then began pushing the head against my hole, trying to force at least the head inside. "Oh shit," I groaned when my ass finally opened up and pulled in the head before clamping shut again. "I'm really fucking myself," I laughed. I just held that position for a while, enjoying the novelty of having my own cock head inside my own ass. Even when I'd discovered sometime earlier that I could suck myself, I'd never thought about actually fucking myself. I laughed at the discovery and gently began applying pressure on my cock, pushing the shaft back more firmly, pushing the head deeper into my ass. After I had the head and a couple inches inside, I quickly pulled my hand from around my waist and thrust it between my thighs like the other one. With both hands working along the shaft and pressing my cock into my hole, I progressed into a rocking motion that literally forced my cock in and out of my ass in a slow, shallow fucking motion. As I got more excited, my cock continued trying to stiffen, but I ignored my cock's urges and concentrated instead on the pleasure I was giving my own asshole. "Anyone here?" Grandpa called from the living room. "In here," I grunted, not wanting to end my pleasure ride and not caring who saw. "Grandma sent me over with some championship cinnamon rolls," Grandpa said cheerily as he approached the bedroom. "I hope you don't mind me letting myself in with the extra key." "Not at all, Gramps," I laughed when I saw him appear in the bedroom doorway. "Damn, boy, what are you doing?" he asked with a shocked expression. "Turns out I can fuck myself," I grinned, continuing to rock my hands and my hips and my cock. "So I see," Grandpa replied, putting the container of rolls down on the dresser and crossing the room to climb into bed with me. "Damn, that's hot," he moaned. "Sure is," I agreed. "Wanna help me?" "Oh yeah," Gramps hissed, reaching out and placing one of his hands on mine. I slid one hand out of the pile and placed it on his, applying gentle pressure to get him to slide his hand down my shaft until his fingers took over feeding my cock into my hole. When he added his other hand to the mix, I pulled my hands back and just watched Grandpa working my cock into my ass for me. "Oh shit," I moaned when Grandpa leaned in and began licking the rim of my asshole and the shaft of my cock. "Go for it, Gramps." My cock was so firmly planted in my ass that there was no chance of it coming out now, but its natural attempt to get harder and stiffer was becoming more and more uncomfortable. "Please make me cum, Gramps, I can't stand this much longer." Grandpa continued tonguing where I was joined to myself, but while he did that, he reached up with one hand to firmly grip and squeeze my balls while grinding the heel of his hand up and down my contorted shaft. "Did I hear someone?" Dad asked, emerging from the bathroom and stopping dead in his tracks at the bizarre sight confronting him. I'd been so engrossed in fucking myself that I forgot all about Dad being in the bathroom. "Son!" Gramps yelped, pulling back from me. "Oh god, please don't stop, Gramps. Don't stop! OH GOD!" Grandpa resumed his assault on my cock and balls, but he stopped short of resuming the mouth action. Instead, he just stared blankly at my crotch. I was too horny and close to shooting to worry about it, and when I saw the towel around Dad's waist begin to tent, I just went with it. "OH GOD, GRANDPA! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! I CAN'T... I'M GONNA..." My body was a conflicting bundle of pain, discomfort, and pleasure. I tried to relax, with mixed results. I was too far gone to do anything more about it, so I just let go to the overwhelming, unique sensations. With my cock twisted and constricted, the orgasm wasn't the same. It was more like a peacefulness just suddenly washing over my body. "OH, GRANDPA!" I groaned as my straining cock began trying to pulse and throb and shoot its load, but instead, it felt like I was just slowly pissing cum into my ass. Just oozing into myself rather than shooting forceful loads. All of that energy running out of myself and into myself at the same time as a feeling of complete contentment washed over and into me. "Damn, boy," Grandpa hissed. He'd felt the cum flowing through my cock and knew what I'd just accomplished. As my body collapsed and began to return to the real world, the strain on my cock suddenly became intolerable. "Pull me out, Gramps," I begged urgently. "Pull me out." "Just relax," Grandpa replied as he gently tried to disengage me from myself. "Relax." "Oh god," I moaned when I was free again and my overworked cock straightened out to slap against my belly. I guess Grandpa's senses were short circuited by the site, because with his son standing and watching him, he suddenly leaned forward and planted his mouth on my upturned asshole. I could feel his tongue probing for my load and I could hear him slurping up what he found. "Damn, Dad!" my own dad said with shock. Grandpa was yanked back to reality and pulled back from my hole. "Oh, here it comes," I moaned, feeling my ass relax. I looked down to see Gramps pull his eyes away from his son and look at my asshole as it opened slightly and my own cum began to drool out. Gramps gave my dad a quick helpless look before diving in again to lick and slurp up all of that cum before it ran down my crack and into the sheets. "How long has this been going on?" Dad asked. I looked up to see that he was now standing by the bed and that he'd dropped the towel along the way. He just stood there stroking his cock as his dad ate his son's ass and cum. "Longer than you and I have," I confirmed. "You two?" Grandpa asked, lifting his head and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "I think we'd better talk," Dad said, coming to his senses and returning to pick up his towel. "Grandpa can help you out with that," I suggested when Dad's cock once again tented the towel after he'd wrapped it around his waist. Dad looked nervously at Grandpa, who looked just as uncertain. "It's all in the family," I laughed, slowly massaging my tortured cock. "I would really like to see that," I said as an extra incentive. They both looked at me and then back at each other. "What do you think, Son?" Grandpa finally asked. "I don't know, Dad," my father replied. "Or you could just stop by the park toilet and get the service anonymously," I laughed. "You smart-ass shit," Grandpa laughed, slapping my ass before playfully shoving my legs to the side and forcing me to roll over toward Dad. "Sounds like we definitely need to talk," Dad laughed. Seeing that they were both becoming more relaxed about the situation, I didn't want to risk losing momentum. "Later. First I wanna see Gramps suck you. Believe me, you won't be disappointed." Grandpa climbed off of the bed and got on his knees in front of Dad, whose hands slowly released the towel when Gramps pulled on it. I jumped out of bed and got on my knees beside the two. Dad's stiff cock jutted out toward Grandpa's mouth, but neither moved. "It's up to you, Son," Gramps finally side. Dad looked at me, and I eagerly nodded my encouragement. "You sure about this, Dad?" my father asked his own father. "I am if you are," Gramps assured him. I watched with pure fascination as Dad inched forward and his cock approached his dad's mouth. Grandpa just parted his lips and waited. Dad continued to move forward, and I watched with eyes wide open as the tip disappeared into his dad's open mouth. After a second, Gramps slowly closed his lips behind the head of Dad's cock, and Dad let out a low moan as his knees flexed slightly. "Fuck," I whispered as I reached down to stroke my hardening cock. I'd played with the Dieters more than enough times for the incest factor to start to seem normal, but seeing my grandpa swallowing my dad's cock for the first time was hotter than anything I'd ever seen the Dieters do. In that moment, it seemed even hotter than anything I'd done with Dad and Gramps myself. It was just so... Damn! Seeing a father and son enjoy each other for the first time was extra special, especially when it was my dad and grandpa. "Oh, Dad," my father sighed as Gramps continued to swallow his cock, inch by inch, letting Dad feed him at his own pace. I licked my lips as I watched the full shaft disappearing between Grandpa's lips. I even stuck out my chin a little, as if I was willing it to be my mouth taking Dad's cock. "Mmm," Dad sighed when Grandpa had taken it all and had his nose buried in Dad's pubes. "Oh, Dad," he repeated softly as Grandpa began slowly pulling his head back, letting his lips slide back along Dad's shaft. "You two are so hot," I muttered. Gramps finally reached up to cup Dad's balls as his cock began to sink back into Grandpa's mouth. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as he reached out and let his hands rest on Grandpa's head. I noticed Dad's thigh and ass muscles slowly starting to ripple as he took charge of fucking his dad's mouth. As Dad increased his pace, I could tell Gramps was tightening his grip on Dad's balls and using them to pull Dad's cock into his mouth even more urgently. I finally stood up and walked around behind Dad. I embraced him with one hand on his firm belly and the other on his muscular chest. "I love you two," I whispered in his ear. "We love you, too," he replied, leaning his head back on my shoulder. "Can I fuck you while he sucks you?" I whispered. "Help yourself," he sighed, just relaxed and enjoying his dad sucking on his cock. I released Dad long enough to hop over the bed and grab the lube. I was still lubed from fucking myself, but I figured Dad would appreciate a little extra to ease the process. Grandpa continued eagerly sucking Dad's cock, but he was aware enough to realize what I was up to when I returned with the lube. He reached around, grabbed Dad's butt cheeks, and spread them apart for me. "Mmm," Dad sighed when I began sliding lube and my fingers into him. I got him good and slick and open without any delay, but when I grabbed my dick and slid the tip into his crack, he reached back and grabbed my hip. "Just a second, Son," he said, and I waited. "Dad?" "Mmm?" Gramps moaned around Dad's cock. Dad hesitated a moment before taking the leap. "Can I suck you, Dad?" Grandpa pulled off of Dad's dick and looked up at him with a grin. "I don't know. Can you?" "Father may I?" Dad laughed back. "Yes, you may," Gramps agreed, getting to his feet and starting to undress. "Make yourself comfortable," Dad said, stretching a hand out toward the bed. "Don't mind if I do, Son," Gramps replied, throwing off the last of his clothes, climbing on the bed, and stretching out on his side in the middle. I watched silently as Dad joined Grandpa. "If Woody's gonna fuck me like he wants," Dad observed, "I'd better be on top." "Sounds good to me," Grandpa replied, rolling over on his back. Dad quickly straddled Gramps with his mouth over Grandpa's cock and his own cock pointing tantalizingly down at Grandpa's mouth. "Take your time, Son," Dad said right before the two of them filled their mouths with cock and proceed with their sixty-nine action. I slowly stroked my cock to full hardness as I watched Dad bobbing his head up and down over Grandpa's cock while Grandpa kept lifting his head off of the mattress to impale his throat on Dad's cock. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. I climbed on the bed and got into kneeling position behind Dad. He moaned when I gripped my cock and slapped it against his butt. Gramps reached up and spread Dad's cheeks, giving me a full view of my target. "Thanks, Gramps," I mumbled as I slid my cock head up and down Dad's crack a couple times before aiming it as his asshole. "Mmm," Dad groaned onto Grandpa's cock when I slipped my dick fairly easily into his lubed ass. "Oh yeah," I sighed as I continued to fill Dad with cock. "Oh, Gramps," I moaned when he suddenly gripped my shaft before it all disappeared. I could feel him releasing his hold, so I ordered, "Don't let go. Don't let go." Having Dad's ass and Grandpa's fist both gripping my cock together was beyond amazing. "God yeah," I moaned as I began fucking my cock into them both. Dad paused long enough to moan, "Fuck me, Woody," and then he returned to sucking his own dad's cock. I always did what my dad told me, well almost always, so he didn't have to tell me twice to fuck him. I just increased my pace and enjoyed the combined sensation of my shaft sliding through Grandpa's fist and into Dad's ass. I watched the back of Dad's head bobbing faster and faster over his dad's cock, and I tried to match him with my thrusts in his ass. Dad and Grandpa were both letting out muffled moans and groans as they pleasured either other. It was clear that Dad was desperate to have his first taste of his own dad's cum and Gramps was just as desperate to feed on his own son's jizz. "Oh god, Dad, this is so hot," I grunted. "I never though you and Gramps would... I never dreamed... I wanted it so bad... This is..." I just couldn't stop talking as I fucked Dad harder and harder and faster and faster. Their grunts and groans matched my urgency, and everything just kept getting more fast and furious. Frantic. Desperate. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," I finally yelled out in warning. Dad tightened his ass, and Gramps tightened his fist. "OH YEAH!" I bellowed, ramming my cock into the tight, juicy, wetness that surrounded it. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" "Mmmmph!" Dad bellowed. I felt his ass clamping down and releasing my cock in spasms. I definitely wasn't the only one cumming. Gramps was getting his first bellyful of son cream. Nnnnnngh!" Gramps moaned around Dad's spewing cock. His fist tightened like a vice on my own throbbing cock, and I knew Gramps was feeding my dad his first bellyful of dad cream. "Cum, guys, cum!" I egged them on, frantically continuing to fuck Dad's ass even though I'd already cum. "This is the best ever!" "Oh god," Dad finally moaned, pulling off of Grandpa's cock and taking a deep breath. "You said it," Gramps groaned as he released my cock. "Shit," Dad grunted when the additional few inches of my cock that Gramps had been holding slammed into him. "Sorry," I apologized, freezing with my cock buried in his ass. We all remained in that position for a while. Just huffing and puffing and recovering. "Okay, time to pull out, Woody," Dad finally laughed. "Do I have to?" I asked playfully. Dad solved the problem by lunging forward and pulling himself off of me. He then spun around and stretched out beside Grandpa. I paused a second and then moved to stretch out on the other side. "You guys are the best," I sighed, gently licking Grandpa's nipple, which happened to be conveniently located right in front of my lips. "You're not so bad yourself," Grandpa laughed, rubbing the back of my head. "So, are we going to have that talk now?" Dad asked casually. Before Gramps and I could respond, Bear called out, "Are you home, Woody? The door was unlocked?" The three of us were too exhausted to do anything but look up and see the shocked expression on Bear's face when he looked in the door and saw the three of us naked in bed together. The surprise quickly turned to excitement. "Is this a private family party or can anyone join in?" We just laughed as Bear started to undress without waiting for a reply. "Hand me one of those cinnamon rolls first," Grandpa said as Bear approached the bed. "There on the dresser." "Me too," I said. "Me three," Dad added. Bear handed the container to Grandpa, and the three of us started helping ourselves. Bear climbed into bed with us and started helping himself as well, but he was helping himself to cocks and balls and nipples. He didn't care who they belonged to; he was just trying to find the one that was going to be ready to play with him the quickest. "If you're in a real hurry," I finally said after gulping down a bite of cinnamon roll, "Dad's ass is already lubed and filled with cum." "Is it yours?" Bear looked up. "Well, it's not mine," Gramps laughed. "Oh shit, can I fuck you with Woody's cum already in you Mr. Wharton?" Bear asked eagerly. "I don't know," Dad replied casually, "can you?" We three Whartons cracked up, but Bear just growled, "Fuck yeah, I can." "Better prove it, then," Dad replied, rolling over and then rising up on his hands and knees. "Oh yeah," Bear sighed as he quickly knelt behind Dad and easily sank his raging cock into Dad's cum-filled ass. Grandpa casually rubbed the top of my head while I sucked his nipple. I eventually reached down to play with his cock as we watched the entertainment taking place right beside us. Dad took another cinnamon roll from the container and started eating it casually as he let Bear use his ass with every bit of his youthful enthusiasm. Finally, he mumbled, "I don't know which is better, the roll in my mouth or the cock in my ass." "Your mom never glazed a cinnamon roll the way your asshole's gonna get glazed," Grandpa laughed. "Glaze him, Bear! Glaze him!" I laughed. "Fuck you," Bear grunted. "I thought you were fucking me," Dad laughed. "You know it," Bear grunted as he continued ripping Dad a new one. ***** "How long has this been going on?" Bear asked when he was later devouring a cinnamon roll of his own to restore all the energy he'd just spent glazing Dad's ass with more teenage cum. "Since just before you got here," Gramps replied, saving me from a detailed explanation. "Cool. Glad I skipped church," Bear laughed. "Me too," Dad winked at him. "Hey, can I call my dad?" Bear asked suddenly. "I don't know, can you?" the three of us Whartons replied in unison. "Fuck you," Bear grumbled. "Not me," Grandpa corrected. "And you've already done me," Dad laughed. "I guess that means you're stuck with my ass," I finished. "Seriously, guys, he's been talking about this for ages," Bear persisted. "I lost track of how many times he asked if I knew what was going on with you guys. Dudes, he really wants to fuck with you all together." Dad looked between Grandpa and me. I nodded my head eagerly, and Gramps just shrugged. "Okay, you may call him," Dad finally said. "Fuck yeah," Bear cheered, diving off the bed and rifling through his jeans to find his phone. We all just relaxed on the bed and watched his eager face as he dialed his phone. "Hey, Dad, it's me. Yeah, yeah, listen. You need to get to the Whartons' place now. No, Woody's place. The apartment. Time to play! Dead serious. You better get here fast, before it's all over." Bear clicked his phone off and grinned at us. "This is gonna be so fucking hot. Can I... May I have another cinnamon roll?" ***** By the time the doorbell started ringing urgently, Bear had convinced me and Dad to put on jockstraps, and he'd borrowed one of mine to wear himself. Grandpa was having none of it. "There's no reason for my ass to be on offer," he laughed pulling on his own boxers. The doorbell continued to ring as we all rushed into the living room. Grandpa took a seat at the kitchen counter. Dad flopped down on the sofa. Bear sat down beside him and quickly started chewing on Dad's nipple. "Down, boy," Dad laughed, but that didn't stop Bear. Actually, it seemed to encourage him, since he quickly reached between Dad's legs and began squeezing the jock pouch and its contents. "Who is it?" I called innocently. "You know who it is, you fucking shit!" Coach yelled from the other side of the door. I undid the lock and opened the door wide enough for Coach to see me standing there in nothing but my jockstrap. "What brings you hear, Coach?" I grinned. "You know damn well, what," he growled as he shoved past me. "Hot damn!" he yelled the moment he saw Bear sucking my dad's tit and playing with his basket. "Make yourself at home," I laughed as I started to close the door. "Not so fast," Old Coach said, sticking his foot in the door. I was too stunned to speak. For some reason, none of us expected Coach to bring his dad. But he had, and there was no way Old Coach was going to be kept from the proceedings. He shoved the door open as if I wasn't even there and strode into the living room. I shut the door and turned to see the results of the surprise invasion. Dad was pushing Bear away. Grandpa was disappearing into the kitchen to stand behind the counter instead of in front of it. Coach was oblivious to everything and just getting undressed as fast as he could. Old Coach stood in the middle of the room, looked back and forth between me and Dad for a few seconds, and then started getting undressed, but more slowly than his son. "I hear you've finally joined the family fun league, Wharton," Old Coach said casually to Dad. "Uh..." Dad continued to swat Bear's hands away from his body as he glanced nervously toward Grandpa. The problem was that we'd all played with the middle Dieter. Even Grandpa had played with him at the park. But we didn't know if Grandpa would be quite as relaxed with the older Dieter suddenly in the mix. "Well," Old Coach growled, "are you finally fucking with Woody, or is Bear a liar?" "No, sir. I mean, yes, sir," Dad stuttered. "Yes or no, Wharton? Which is it?" Grandpa suddenly stepped back into view from the kitchen and said, "Lay off Clint, Hans. You're not his coach. You can't yell at him like you were." "It's okay, Dad," my father said. "No, it isn't," Gramps growled. "He's never respected anyone in his life. It's about time he learned how before it's too late." "I respected your decision to stop fucking around after you got married," Hans replied casually, "but it looks like you've finally changed your mind about that." Hans looked suggestively up and down Gramps and his boxers-only outfit. Everyone stared at Grandpa, but he didn't take his eyes off of Hans. "You did the same," Grandpa finally replied, "but from what I hear, you changed your tune a lot earlier than I did." Bear was the first to acknowledge that everything had gone really wrong with both of our grandpas invited to the party. "Um, maybe we should be going," he suggested. "I'm not going anywhere," Coach growled. "If you two old fuckers can't play nicely, you can both leave. Everyone else, follow me." Without another word, Coach headed back toward the master bedroom. Bear followed his dad, and I moved to stand beside mine. "Dad?" I whispered, wanting him to make the decision for both of us. Dad paused for a moment, looking at Gramps and Old Coach glaring at each other. "Come on, Son," he finally said, taking me by the hand and leading me back toward the bedroom. I glanced back over my shoulder. There was no doubt in my mind now that Old Coach was the buddy from Grandpa's teen years, the only guy Gramps said he ever exchanged fucks with. "I guess it's just the four of us," Coach observed casually after Dad and I joined him and Bear in the master bedroom. "Too bad, I was hoping for a few more options," he added with a laugh as he closed the door. "So Grandpa and Mr. Wharton were fuckbuddies?" "In their teens," I confirmed. "Grandpa said there was someone, but he never told me who it was." "I always wondered," Coach said, putting in his two cents worth as he got comfortable on the bed. "Something always seemed off between them, even when we were kids." "Really?" Dad sounded truly surprised. "How did I not know anything about this side of Dad?" "Because you don't hang out in the park toilet," Bear laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Dad asked before quickly turning toward me. "You said something like that earlier." "Only that Gramps is the best gloryhole cocksucker in town, Dad," I laughed. "How else do you think he and I got started?" "I had no idea," Dad replied, looking at the bedroom door. "Are you sure we shouldn't do something?" "You CAN do something, Clint," Coach chuckled. "Suck my cock." "Peter!" Dad turned to glare at Coach, who just raised an eyebrow and began slowly stroking his dick. "They'll be okay," Bear said as he stepped behind Dad and wrapped his arms around him to fondle his jock pouch with both hands as he slowly humped his own pouch against Dad's exposed butt. "Woody?" Dad asked uncertainly. "They're grown men," I replied. "Let them worry about it." "You've got a smart boy there," Coach said. "Thanks, Coach," I replied, climbing on the bed. "You gonna be the one to suck me?" Coach asked with a grin as I approached him. "Not yet," I replied, crouching down between his wide-spread legs, grabbing his ankles, and forcing them up into the air. "Oh yeah," Coach growled, grabbing his calves and pulling his knees up against his chest, giving me full access. I hocked up a huge wad of saliva and spit it right on Coach's hole. "Mmm," he moaned when the wetness hit him. Sinking down onto my hands and knees, I quickly leaned in and started lapping up my own spit, dragging the tip of my tongue back and forth over Coach's hole. "Eat him, Woody," Bear cheered me on as he climbed in bed behind me. "Yeah, eat me, Woody," Coach begged. I bit down on the soft flesh of Coach's butt and growled. "That's it, boy," he growled back as I released my bite and teasingly flicked my tongue back and forth across his quivering pucker. "Not like that. Like this," Bear laughed right before I felt him pulling my own butt cheeks apart and pressing his face in my warm crack. He immediately found my own pucker with his forceful tongue and worked it inside. "Mmm," I moaned into Coach's ass. "Mmmph!" Bear moaned into my ass, which made me guess that Dad had joined the line. Bear continued rubbing his nose against my skin as he forced his tongue deeper into me. "Oh yeah," Coach moaned as I tried to match Bear's penetration with my own before pulling out, spitting more saliva on Coach's hole, and diving back in for another feast. Stabbing him with my tongue. Pulling out and licking his hole. Biting the quivering rosebud. Flicking my tongue across it to make it quiver even more. Taking big long laps from his crack to his hole to his balls. Biting his butt cheek again lightly and tugging as I worked my thumb into his asshole in place of my tongue. "Oh fuck," Coach growled. "Is that an invitation?" I asked, working my thumb in deeper and wiggling it forcefully. "Only if Clint gets his ass up here so I can fuck it," Coach replied. "Dad!" I called. "Did you hear that?" "What?" Dad asked. "I was too busy munching on Bear's sweet, young ass." "Coach says I can only fuck him if he gets to be the filling of a Wharton sandwich. Are you up for getting fucked?" "By Peter? You bet," Dad laughed. "That's not fair!" Bear objected, snapping the straps of my jock. "I wanted to be in the first Wharton-Dieter sandwich." "Guess you'll have to settle for being either the top or bottom slice on a double-decker," Coach laughed. Bear slapped my ass and replied, "Then I want to be the bottom. Woody's ass is getting boring to fuck." "Fuck you, Bear." "Sounds good to me," Dad called. "Get up here, boy." I was disappointed for a moment. I really wanted to get fucked. But the idea of a double-decker sandwich with the dads between the sons took over my imagination as everyone moved around the bed to get into position and share the lube generously. Besides, there would be plenty of time in the future for other stackings. Bear stretched out flat on his belly. Dad straddled Bear's legs, pulled his cock out of the jock pouch, and rubbed the head up and down in Bear's crack. "Stop wasting time," Coach growled. "Take it easy," Dad laughed, but he did stop teasing Bear's butt and guided his cock toward the waiting hole. "Oh yeah," Bear moaned when he felt Dad's cock straining to gain admission into Bear's tight hole. "Harder," Bear growled. "Push harder." "Just relax," Dad ordered. "God yes," Bear groaned when his ass gave way and Dad's cock sank several inches deep before he could halt the thrust. "No, no, don't stop," Bear moaned. "Give me it all. Yeah, that's it." "Your boy sure is tight," Dad growled. "It's amazing," Coach laughed, "considering how much his grandpa and I have used it over the years." "I guess your cocks are just smaller," Dad laughed. "Fuck you," he replied. "Whenever you're ready," Dad sighed, supporting his upper body with his elbows but letting his hips sink down to rest on Bears butt, which was completely full of Dad's cock. "Go for it, Dad," Bear grunted. "I'm going to, Son," Coach growled as he moved into position behind Dad. "Do you need help with that?" I asked nestling up behind Coach and reaching around to take his cock in hand. "Oh yeah," Coach moaned, momentarily leaning back against me as I slowly stroked his warm, pulsing shaft to make sure he was fully prepared for Dad's ass. "That's it, Woody," he sighed. "Come on, Dad," Bear moaned. "Fuck the boy, Clint," Coach ordered. "Okay," Dad laughed. "Let me know when you're ready." Looking over Coach's shoulder, I saw Dad use his hands to push up his upper body and then look down Bear's back to watch his own cock sliding out of Bear before reversing direction and slipping all the way back in again. "Oh yeah," Bear moaned. "That feels so good." "Sure does," Dad agreed, continuing to fuck Bear with his slow and steady motion. "Hot to watch," Coach muttered to me as I continued stroking his lubed shaft. "Sure is," I hissed, gently humping my own cock against Coach's ass as I stroked him. "Mmm," Coach sighed, reaching back to grip my butt firmly with both hands. "You and Bear sure make a good pair." I missed a stroke as an image of Stewart's smiling face flashed through my head. "I think we're ready, Dad," I quickly said to cover my distraction. "Just when I was getting into fucking Bear's juicy ass," Dad replied with a bit of disappointment. "Thanks, Mr. Wharton," Bear moaned as Dad settled back down onto and into Bear. Coach moved into position behind Dad, and I scooted along with him as I continued to stroke his cock. "Your boy's gonna feed my cock into your ass, Wharton," Coach said. "Do it, Woody," Dad replied breathlessly. Coach grabbed Dad's hips and shifted his weight forward. Dad moaned as his cock was forced even deeper into Bear, and Bear groaned under the deepened fuck and the increased weight. I could feel the back of my hand pressed against Dad's flesh as I tried to guide Coach's cock. "Lower, Woody," Dad directed, and I shifted the angle of Coach's cock. "Little lower," Dad repeated. "Oh yeah, that's it. That's it. Come on, Peter." "Oh yeah," Coach groaned as I felt his cock sliding through my fist and into Dad's ass. I quickly released the shaft and pulled my hand out from between them. "Never get tired of your ass, Clint." "Glad to hear it," Dad moaned. I sat back on my heels and looked at the pile of man flesh: Bear stretched out flat on the bottom, Dad at a slight angle with his elbows supporting him, and Coach at a greater angle with his palms on the mattress to support him. Dad's legs straddled Bear's, Coach's legs straddled Dad's, and I was kneeling with my knees together between Bear's slightly spread legs. "Get in the game, Wharton," Coach grunted. "Okay, Coach," I replied, quickly rising up on my knees and pulling my cock all the way out of my jock pouch. I gripped the shaft with one hand and Coach's shoulder with the other, and then I aimed my cock right at Coach's asshole, which opened fairly easily to let me in when I pushed forward. "Don't stop! Feed the entire thing to me," Coach groaned when I paused. "Oh yeah," he sighed when I proceeded to press forward and fill his ass with more and more cock. "That's it, Horse!" he roared when he knew he'd taken it all. "Now fuck me!" he ordered. "Okay, Coach," I grunted, pulling out and then quickly ramming back in. Hard and fast, just the way I knew Coach liked it. It seemed like I was doing all the work, but the ripples of moans and groans with each thrust proved that Coach wasn't the only one reaping the benefits. When I plunged into his ass, his cock thrust into Dad's ass, Dad's cock ground into Bear's ass, and Bear's cock rubbed against the sheets. When I pulled out, each successive cock pulled out, ready to be jammed forward at my whim. A chain fuck. A chain reaction. A mountain of heaving, shifting, muscular flesh. All rolling forward together. All sliding back together. All sweating. All trembling. All pulsing. All throbbing. I fucked Coach harder and harder, the chorus of moans driving me on, driving me deeper. "Damn, your boy can fuck," Coach grunted. "Tell me about it," Dad grunted with even less breath. "Oh fuck," Bear groaned under all the flesh and pressure. On and on we fucked. I fucked. Harder. Faster. Deeper. I was doing all the work and getting worn out, but that didn't stop me. The harder I worked, the deeper I fucked, the more turned on I got. I was fucking three guys at once. Every groan and moan that filled the room was because of me. I pounded harder. I gasped for air. "I'M GONNA CUM!" I finally yelled before jack-hammering Coach's ass with all I had left. "Cum, Horse!" Coach order. "Fuck him, Woody," Dad groaned. "OH SHIT!" Bear growled. "FUCK!" "CUM, BOY!" Dad groaned. "OH YEAH!" "FUCK, CLINT!" Coach moaned with sudden surprise. "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING," Bear grunted. "ME TOO," Dad groaned. "FUCK YEAH!" Coach growled, and when his ass suddenly gripped my cock with double the strength, I knew he was cumming too or at least on the verge. "OH GOD!" I bellowed as I shoved my weight forward into Coach and began spraying his insides with my jizz. Ramming into the mountain of flesh. Driving deep. Fucking Coach, fucking Dad, fucking Bear. "YES!" I yelled before I collapsed on Coach's back and the mountain of flesh was still. After a few seconds, Bear groaned, "I can't breathe." "Everybody off," Coach ordered, and we quickly unpiled but remained a tangled mass of arms and legs and cocks. "You okay, Son?" Coach asked. "Fucking better than okay," Bear laughed. "That was hot. You're gonna love being on the bottom, Woody," he laughed. "It has to be a lot less work," I panted, which made everyone laugh. For a while, we just laid there, sharing our heat and sweat and exhaustion. "What do you thing happened with our dads?" Dad finally asked Coach. "Fuck 'em. Who cares?" Coach growled. "I need something to drink after all that work," I said. "I'll see what's what." "Brave boy," Coach laughed. "Thanks," I said, pulling myself out of the tangle and getting off the bed. I pulled up the waistband of my jock as I walked to the door, but my dick was still so hard it was sticking out of the top. When I walked into the living room, I froze and then quickly stepped back out of sight before looking around the corner to make sure I'd seen what I'd seen. Sure enough, Grandpa was bent over the back of the sofa, and Old Coach was standing behind him, FUCKING HIS ASS! It wasn't frantic or forceful or anything. It was just a slow, gentle fuck. "Damn, I've missed this," Old Coach sighed. After a moment, Grandpa replied, "Me too." "It's never been exactly the same with anyone else," Old Coach assured him. "There's never been anyone else for me. Not back there, anyway," Grandpa laughed. "You're serious? I'm the only one who's ever been in here?" "And the only one ever likely to be," Grandpa replied. "But it does feel damn good to have you in me again." "Same here, buddy," Old Coach whispered. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, like I was eavesdropping on a private conversation. Well, I was, but I mean it wasn't like I was just watching two guys fuck. It was more than that, and I knew I shouldn't be there. I went to my own bathroom for a quick drink of water before returning to the master bedroom. When I entered, I discovered that the three of them had formed a sort of a triangle. Each guy had his head on another guy's thigh and was slowly stroking that guy's cock. "Is there room for another link in the chain?" I asked, approaching the bed. "What's up with the old men?" Coach asked. "I don't know, but it looks like you're having fun," I laughed, implying that they were the old men in question. "Not as much fun as spanking you is going to be," Dad warned. "Oh, that does sound fun," I replied, turning and wiggling my ass at the bed. Actually, I was just trying to distract them. I didn't quite yet know what to say about Gramps and Old Coach. "Damn prick tease," Coach growled. "You know you like it, Dad," Bear laughed. "Of course I do," Coach chuckled, "but that's not the point." Before I knew it, Coach had jumped out of bed, grabbed me up in his arms, tossed me on the bed, and then jumped on top of me. "Gotta teach this boy a lesson," he growled as we mock wrestled. "He's all yours," Dad said. "I haven't been able to do anything with him." "From what I saw this morning," Bear laughed, "you're able to do plenty with him." "I think you better teach my boy some manners too," Coach growled. "Sounds good to me," Dad laughed as he jumped on Bear to begin their own wrestling match. Before long, Dad had Bear pinned to the mattress and was fucking his ass again. Coach had me pinned as well, though to be honest, I hadn't struggled too hard against it. I was more than ready to have his cock up my ass, and he obliged quickly. Bear and I turned our faces toward each other and just grinned to confirm our mutual enjoyment at being fucked by each other's dad. "Damn," Coach grunted, "I never thought back when we were their age that we would be doing this one day." "I never thought it back last month," Dad laughed, "but I'm sure enjoying it now." "Me too," Coach agreed. "Me too!" Bear and I confirmed in unison. "Well, well," Old Coach said when he opened the bedroom door and saw us in action. "Looks like they started the party without us, Walt." "Sure does," Grandpa agreed, stepping into view. "There's always room for two more," I said, twisting my head around to look at them. "Come on, old man," Old Coach said, taking Gramps by the hand and leading him toward the bed. I saw a flicker of some unknown something cross Grandpa's face when Old Coach took his hand. It sent shivers through my entire body, and for the second time that afternoon, an image of Stewart's smiling face swam before my eyes. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. Remember, always play SAFE in the real world; you never know where that thing has been! You can check out my other stories at www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads