Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2017 00:53:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 18 (gay/incest)

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SPORTING WOODY

PART 18

I woke to discover a soft, wet sensation on my cock. Engulfing me. Sucking
me. Tonguing me. I moaned and stretched and casually began pulsing my cock
into the welcoming throat at the back of the appreciative
mouth. Deeper. Tighter. "Mmmm," I moaned as I began to come to my senses
and realize I was still in the motel room at the state basketball
championships.

The sound of running water was the first thing to work its way into my
awakening senses. I turned my bed and saw that the other bed was empty. No
sign of Dad and Ted. The muffled sounds filtering through the wall
indicated that the Dieters were having another family fuck session. I
guessed that either Dad or Ted was next door sharing in the fun, that the
other was in our shower, and that Stewart had taken advantage of the moment
to try to get a morning load of cum out of my balls before we were
interrupted.

As the mouth continued to devour my cock, I imagined Bear on his hands and
knees in the middle of the bed next door. My cock throbbed as I imagined
Bear sucking on his dad's morning wood while his grandpa forcefully fucked
him doggy style. I groaned as I imagined myself beside Bear with my own
dad's cock in my mouth and my own grandpa's cock pounding my ass. Two
side-by-side, three-generation incestuous spit-roasts.

"Oh, Stewart," I moaned, reaching under the sheet to fondle the back of the
head in my crotch. The mouth pulled off of my cock, and I groaned, "Oh,
don't stop."

The sheet was suddenly tossed back and I found myself looking at the
grinning face of Ted. "You'll have to settle for Stewart's dad, this time,"
he laughed softly before devouring my cock again. He sucked eagerly on my
cock head while pumping the shaft with one hand.

"Oh god," I moaned when Ted suddenly gripped my balls with his other
hand. I looked nervously toward the bathroom, but the blowjob felt too good
to stop. "Hurry, Ted, hurry."

"Mmmm," Ted moaned, working more of my cock into his throat as he stroked
faster and faster. I could feel him release my balls and work his middle
finger back across my taint. Searching for my asshole.

"Mmmm," I sighed when Ted found my asshole and casually began rubbing the
tender flesh. "Mmmm," I moaned when he added another finger to torment my
pucker. I didn't know whether to fuck my cock into his mouth or press my
ass against his fingers. Both sensations felt amazing, and I wanted more of
both. "FUCK!" I yelled when Ted suddenly jammed two fingers into my ass
without any warning and without any lube.

A rumbling, grumbling laugh engulfed my cock. The vibrations felt good, and
my body quickly relaxed. As soon as he felt my ass relax, Ted began working
his fingers in and out of my hole. It was rough but it somehow still felt
good. I grunted and tried to enjoy it.

"What is it?" Stewart asked rushed from the bathroom. I quickly turned my
head to discover him standing there with a shocked look on his face. The
room was deathly quiet with the shower no longer running. Stewart was still
dripping wet, although he was holding a towel around his waist.

"Stewart!" My body froze and I quickly looked back and forth between
Stewart and Ted, who didn't pause at all in his appreciation of my cock and
ass. "Ted!" I growled, looking down at the top of the head in my crotch,
but Ted ignored me. I looked helplessly back across the room. "Stewart..."

Stewart and I stared at each other for a long time while his dad continued
to suck my cock and finger my asshole. "You want him doing that? Stewart
finally asked.

I looked helplessly at Stewart and tried to think how to answer him. At
that moment, however, Ted's exploring fingers finally hit the mark. "Oh
god, yes," I moaned as my eyes rolled back, my head dropped onto the
pillow, and my cock thrust up into Ted's mouth. I panted and groaned for
several seconds while Ted continued fingering my ass. When the first wave
of pleasure passed, I looked back at Stewart.

"What about me?" he whispered softly, but a movement distracted me from his
question. I looked down and saw his towel beginning to tent.

"I want you too," I moaned. Stewart hesitated, but his cock continued to
rise as he watched his own dad giving his potential boyfriend a
blowjob. "I'm sorry, Stewart. We've been playing long before you and I
met. And that's all it is. Just playing." It all came out in one gasping
rush as my body was torn between talking to Stewart and enjoying the
blowjob.

"Mmmmph," Ted mumbled in agreement as he continued to suck and pump my
cock. Faster and faster. Fingering my hole.

"And were we just playing?" Stewart asked with a note of disappointment.

"I don't know yet," I replied honestly, "but I don't want to stop...with
either of you." Stewart gulped and looked down at his dad's head and then
back up at my face. "Please, Stewart. Oh god!" Another wave of pleasure
swept through my body and my eyes rolled back again.

"If this is what you want..."

I looked up to discover that Stewart had moved to the side of the bed and
lost the towel along the way. He was standing with his hands at his side,
but his cock was hard and pointing right at my face. "Are you sure?" I
asked.

Stewart looked down at his dad and then replied, "We'll find out."

I reached out and took Stewart's cock in my hand. I could see and feel a
shiver run through his body. Just as I was about to lean in and wrap my
lips around that hard piece of meat, Ted stopped sucking my cock and lifted
his head. Stewart and I both looked down at him. Ted hesitated and then
asked meekly, "Can I fuck him, Stewart?"

Stewart and I looked at each other as Ted waited for a reply. We both knew
it was the defining moment in a possible long-term relationship. Stewart
had already told me that he loved me, even if it had been while he was
cumming. Looking up at him during that moment, with his cock in my hand and
my cock in his dad's hand, I suddenly knew which cock mattered the most to
me. "I think I love you too, Stewart," I suddenly blurted out, shocking all
three of us.

"But you still want my dad to fuck you," he observed. It was a frank
statement. No condemnation. No disappointment. Just an observation.

I hesitated again, but finally replied with slight embarrassment. "Yes."

"But you still think you love, or could love, me." Another flat observation
as Stewart continued processing everything.

"Yes," I replied, without any hesitation or embarrassment.

Without taking his eyes from mine, Stewart finally answered his dad. "I
don't know if you can fuck him, but you may."

"Love you, Son," Ted replied gleefully as he jumped out of the bed and
rushed to find some lube. The movement distracted Stewart, and his eyes
followed his dad across the room. I looked as well and discovered that Ted
had been completely naked under the sheets. I looked back at Stewart and
saw him lick his lips as he stared at Ted's naked body, including the hard
cock waving in the air.

"Maybe he'll fuck you one day," I whispered, "if you want it." Stewart's
mouth dropped open at the thought, but his cock throbbed at the same
time. "Do you want it?" I whispered.

"Don't be disgusting," Stewart hissed back, but I could see the sparkle of
a new excitement in his eyes.

In a lightning-flash moment, I decided to take the plunge. Get all the
cards on the table. Let Stewart change his mind before it was too late. "MY
dad fucks me," I informed him bluntly. Stewart's mouth dropped open again
as he started at me. "And I like it," I added.

"Really," Stewart asked as his cock throbbed excitedly in my fist.

"Damn, what are you two wasting time talking about?" Ted asked, finally
climbing back into bed with me.

Stewart's excited looked suddenly had a bit of panic mixed with it. I
continued to stare into his eyes to reassure him. Without looking away, I
replied to Ted, "About guys who enjoy having sex with their dads."

"Woody!" Ted replied.

"I told him I like it," I said, still looking at Stewart. "He might as well
know before things go any farther. He can still change his mind about me,
and if he's going to, I would rather he did it right now instead of later."

"You knew, Dad?" Stewart asked, still staring at me.

"Son, I..."

"He's even joined us," I whispered.

"Woody!" Ted objected.

"It's okay, Dad," Stewart said, smiling at me. "I admire Woody even more
knowing that he's been doing what I haven't had the nerve to do, even
though I've wanted to do it for years."

"Stewart?" Ted's confusion and surprise were both evident in that one word.

"I think Stewart wants his dad to be the first man to fuck him," I said,
raising my eyebrows questioningly at Stewart.

"The first?" Ted's confusion and surprise were not clearing up easily.

"The first," I confirmed.

Stewart continued looking at me. I continued looking at him. I finally
nodded my approval. "Only if Dad wants it," Stewart said softly.

"Now, Stewart," Ted objected.

"I always fantasized about him being the one to take my cherry," Stewart
continued while smiling at me. "And then I hoped you would be, Woody. Well,
you were, partly, since you were the first guy I..."

"Fucked," I offered.

"Yeah," Stewart agreed. "But the idea of Dad being the first to..."

"Fuck you," I smiled.

"Yeah," Stewart smiled back.

"Stewart," Ted muttered.

Stewart continued to ignore Ted and talk directly to me, as if he was
leaving an opening for Ted to get out, as if Ted was just overhearing a
conversation and not being part of it. "I would really like that, but I
would understand if he thought it was too..."

"Weird?" I smiled.

"Crazy," Stewart smiled.

"Hot," Ted said. Stewart and I finally broke our gaze and looked at Ted,
who quickly looked embarrassed. "If it's what you want, Son. Really what
you want. I mean really. This isn't--"

"I do, Dad," Stewart replied, and his cock throbbing in my hand confirmed
it.

"Would you like me to leave you two alone?" I offered.

Ted looked at Stewart. "Whatever you want, Son."

Stewart looked at Ted for a long time before finally looking back at me. "I
want you here, Woody, but I also want it to be just Dad and me...the first
time."

"Looks like I'm not the only horny son in town," I laughed.

"I never..." Ted still couldn't quite believe what was happening.

"And if I'd never learned you liked..." Stewart faltered.

"Fucking guys," I suggested.

"Woody," Ted growled.

"Fucking Woody," Stewart continued, "I never would have tried..."

Ted finally climbed out of bed and wrapped Stewart in a huge hug. "I love
you, Son."

"I love you too, Dad," Stewart mumbled into Ted's broad chest. Ted leaned
back and took Stewart's chin in hand to tip his face upward. I watched as
Ted and Stewart went for their first kiss, not the average father-son peck
but a real loving, lasting kiss. As their tongues began to explore each
other, their hands did so as well, and I could see them gently rubbing
their bodies together. Gently grinding.

Suddenly, Ted put his deliveryman muscles into action. He stooped slightly
and swept Stewart up in his fatherly arms as they continued kissing. Ted
carried Stewart across to the other bed, gently depositing him there and
then stretching out on top of him. It was as if I was no longer in the
room. It was just Ted and Stewart. Father and son. Two men loving each
other and showing the full extent of their love.

The funny thing was that I just enjoyed watching the two of them
together. It didn't have anything to do with me. I was a removed
observer. It didn't even stimulate me sexually, well, not so much that I
was frantically stroking my own hardon and wanting to shoot a load of cum
over the father and son. It was just a kind of warm glow in my belly, and I
casually stroked my cock without even thinking about it.

"Are you really sure you want me to fuck you, Son?" Ted finally asked.

"Yes, I want you to be the first, Dad. Definitely. Here and now."

"Damn, when you get an idea in your head," Ted laughed.

"Make love to me, Dad," Stewart replied softly.

"Oh, Son," Ted moaned as he kissed Stewart again passionately and fumbled
with the tube of lube. Ted shifted his body but continued kissing Stewart
even as he began to prepare his son's ass to get fucked.

Stewart moaned with pleasure as he felt his dad's fingers work inside his
asshole for the first time. "That feels so good, Dad."

"It sure does," Ted agreed, sitting back and looking at Stewart's body as
he slowly finger-fucked his asshole. "Damn, you're so smooth," he observed,
running his free hand over Stewart's crotch and balls.

"Oh yeah," Stewart sighed, relaxing under his dad's hands. "OH GOD,"
Stewart moaned when Ted leaned in and swallowed the entire length of
Stewart's cock and began eagerly sucking on it. "Oh, Dad," he groaned as he
started to run his hands through Ted's hair, "that feels... Oh yeah."

A slight pang of jealousy surprised me, but I fought it down. Enjoying sex
with others didn't have to affect anything that Stewart and I might have
growing between us, especially when it was all in the family.

"I never thought I would be saying this," Ted growled, "but I really want
to fuck you, Son."

"And I want you to fuck me, Dad," Stewart confirmed, "with Woody watching."
They both looked over at me and smiled.

"With Woody watching," Ted echoed with a leer.

"Don't mind me," I laughed. "I'm enjoying the show."

"Then sit back and relax," Ted growled, "because this is gonna be one hell
of a show."

I was a bit nervous for Stewart, because I could see that Ted's thinking
had shifted slightly, and I knew how rough he could be. "Just don't forget
it's Stewart's first time," I said firmly.

Ted's expression softened again. "Thanks, Woody," he replied before
returning all of his attention to Stewart. "Are you absolutely sure about
this, Son? There's no going back."

"Positive, Dad. I've fantasized about this ever since I learned that ass
sex was even a thing. That was a mind-blowing discovery!"

"I hope the real thing's even more mind blowing," Ted whispered, giving
Stewart another kiss.

"Please fuck me, Dad," Stewart begged when they finally came up for air
again.

"Whatever you want, Son," Ted replied before moving into position between
Stewart's legs. "I wanna watch my boy's face as he takes his dad's dick,"
Ted growled as he gripped Stewart's thighs and lifted them into the air
before sliding his hand's down Stewart's legs until he had a firm hold on
his ankles.

"I love you, Dad," Stewart repeated dreamily.

"I love you too, Son," Ted assured him as he moved his hips to aim his cock
at Stewart's exposed, lubed asshole.

"Mmmm," Stewart sighed when he felt his dad's cock touch his pucker for the
first time.

Ted pressed his hips forward but his cock slide up Stewart's taint and over
Stewart's shaved balls. Ted tried again, but his cock slid the other
direction down Stewart's crack. "Damn it," Ted grumbled as he rested one of
Stewart's ankles on his shoulder and took his cock in hand for better
guidance. "Third time's a charm, Son," he chuckled as he planted the head
of his cock on Stewart's pucker and pressed firmly for admission.

"SHIT!" Stewart screamed when Ted's cock head finally forced its way
through Stewart's sphincter and into his ass.

They froze, and Ted said in a panic, "I'm sorry, Stewart. I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. I'm gonna pull out."

"Don't, Dad, please don't," Stewart moaned.

"I'm gonna pull out," Ted repeated, both assured and warning Stewart.

"NO, that's not what I meant," Stewart yelled. "Just... Let me... Just..."

"Relax, Son," Ted suggested and he tried to relax himself as well. "I'm
sorry. I should have given you more lube. Should have taken more time..."

"I'm fine, Dad," Stewart panted. "It was just a... I don't know what I
expected. I'm... Umm... Mmmm..."

I could see Stewart's body gradually relaxing, and as he relaxed, so did
Ted. "You okay?" Ted asked.

"I think so," Stewart sighed. "I think I'm ready. But slowly."

"Yes, we'll take it slowly," Ted assured him as he began gently filling his
son with daddy dick.

"Mmm," Stewart groaned as inch after inch after inch of cock slid into his
butt.

"That's it, boy, relax. You can take it. That's it. Oh yeah," Ted moaned.

"Oh, Dad," Stewart groaned when he had Ted's entire cock buried in his
ass. "I've dreamed about this for so long."

"I'm glad you have," Ted assured him. "I never would have thought of it on
my own," he added with a grunting chuckle. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I've never felt better," Stewart replied. Then he quickly looked over at
me and said with a smile, "Except when I was fucking Woody."

Stewart and I smiled at each other as Ted slowly began pulling his cock
back out of his son's ass. When Ted started feeding his cock back into
Stewart, Stewart sighed, closed his eyes, and relaxed his head on his
pillow. "That's it, Stewart," Ted cooed. "Just enjoy your dad's cock
sliding in and out of your tight hole. That's it. That's it, Son."

I continued casually stroking my own hardon as I watched Ted give Stewart a
fuck that was more gentle and tender than any he'd ever given me. For the
first time, it looked like sex was more than just a way to blow a load of
cum and empty the balls. It was a loving exchange of sensations and
emotions. It was more than just cumming. It was a coming together of two
men. It was love. Father and son.

With the Dieters, it always felt like guys just having fun and sex just
happened to be a part of it. Maybe it had been like this with them in the
beginning too, and I was only seeing the later carefree stages. I couldn't
help wondering what someone who watched my dad and me having sex thought. I
hoped they saw both the love and the fun.

"Oh, Stewart, I can't... Not much longer..." Ted's groans brought me back
from my reverie. He was fucking Stewart harder and faster now. More
frantic. More demanding. More urgent. Stewart was grunting with every
thrust of his dad's cock into his ass. Driving the breath out of
him. Harder. Harder. Harder.

"Do it, Dad," Stewart grunted. "Do it."

"Oh, Son," Ted groaned. "I'm..."

"Fill me, Dad," Stewart moaned. "Shoot your load into me."

"OH, STEWART!" Ted bellow, fucking hard and fast like a jack rabbit. "OH
FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM, SON!"

"DO IT, DAD!" Stewart yelled as he grabbed his own cock and began pumping
it as fast as he could. "MAKE ME CUM, DAD!"

"OH, SON!" Ted moaned. "I..."

"I'M GONNA CUM, DAD. I'M GONNA CUM," Stewart panted. He was pounding his
cock as fast as his dad was pounding his ass.

"SHOOT, SON. SHOOT FOR YOUR DAD," Ted growled.

"OH, DAD!" Stewart yelled as he threw his head back against the pillow and
cum started spewing from his cock.

"OH, STEWART!" Ted roared as he slammed his dick into his son's ass. "I
LOVE YOU, SON!"

Stewart's hips kept thrusting his erupting cock through his fist as he
slammed his head again and again and again into the pillow. "Oh, Dad," he
moaned.

Ted's body continued to shudder and pulse as his own cock pumped shot after
shot after shot of cum into his son's ass for the very first time. "Oh,
Son," he grunted.

As I watched the two men relaxing into the cum-spent afterglow, I realized
it was time to take care of myself. My casual strokes became firmer and
faster. My fist was flying up and down the shaft. The slapping of my balls
against my thighs attracted the attention of Stewart and Ted, who both just
looked at me with huge smiles on their faces.

The amused, self-satisfied grins as they watched me just jerking off egged
me on. I quickly stretched out on my back and then rolled up my body. In no
time at all, I was sucking my own cock. Savoring the taste of the flesh and
precum in my mouth as I continued stroking the shaft urgently.

"Wow, Woody, that's...!" Stewart was too surprised and impressed to finish.

"I'd never leave the house if I could do that," Ted laughed.

Proud of myself for grabbing their attention, I quickly raced toward the
climax. Moaning and groaning around my own cock. Pumping myself. Stroking
myself. Eating myself. "MMMMPH!" I suddenly bellowed, but the sound was
stifled as my mouth began to fill with shot after shot of my own hot,
creamy, tangy, tasty cum. More and more. Swallowing fast. Pumping
faster. More and more. Gagging. Swallowing. Eating.

When the flow finally dwindled, I paused, sucking the head of my cock
casually as the high passed and my body began to relax. Finally, with a
sigh, I let my cock slip out of my mouth and I unrolled my body.

"Talk about putting on a show," Ted laughed.

Suddenly, the motel room door opened and Dad stepped in with several bags
of fast food. "Anyone hungry for breakfast?" All four of us froze. I looked
over at Ted and Stewart, who both looked panicked since there was no hiding
from Dad the fact that Ted's cock was up Stewart's ass.

The only thing that moved was a stream of cum that had overflowed at the
corner of my mouth during the height of my orgasm. Thinking quickly, I
scooped up the cum with my fingers and fed it to myself. "I just ate," I
then said with a laugh.

"So I see," Dad replied as he finally got over the shock of his
discovery. "Well, it looks like you two weren't eating, so I guess that
means there's more of this for you."

"Can I get some of that?" Bear asked, bounding into the room through the
door Dad had left hanging open. He stopped short when he discovered the
view that had changed only slightly since Dad's entrance.

Taking advantage of Bear's surprised pause, I shot, "Sounded like you were
getting plenty from your dad and grandpa earlier." I intentionally threw
that information out there so Stewart wouldn't be the only one in the room
who was unaware of the Dieter family escapades. I also wanted him to know
that Bear wouldn't be shocked about discovering someone with his own dad's
dick in his ass.

"Yeah, well, I was talking about the food," Bear replied, quickly
recovering, "but now that I see what else is on offer..."

"Well, I'm starving, Clint," Ted said, extracting his cock from Stewart's
ass and leaving it on display as he crossed the room toward my dad. "What
did you bring for breakfast?"

"I'm gonna shower," Stewart said to me as he grabbed his towel and headed
off to the bathroom for another shower.

As Dad and Ted spread all the fast food on the dresser, Bear walked up to
me and whispered, "Damn, who knew Stewart was as twisted as the rest of
us?"

"Leave him alone," I ordered. "And don't you tell anyone else what you
saw."

"Seriously?" Bear asked with a grin of disbelief.

"Seriously," I confirmed. "Don't say or do anything to make him regret what
just happened."

"Okay, okay. Chill," Bear replied before crossing the room to join Dad and
Ted. "So, what do we have to eat besides some nice daddy cock?"

"No more cock eating for you, Son," Coach ordered, entering the motel room
through the still-open door. "Time to get your mind back in the game. The
basketball game."

*****

Bear and I and the rest of the team managed to get our minds in the
game. We were all so in the zone that we sailed through the second round
with a shocking 23-point victory. We were as stunned as the other team,
which had been undefeated until that point.

Coach had warned all us players not to get too cocky, and he separately
warned Bear and me not to waste any more energy on extracurricular
activities. No more fucking. Unfortunately, he didn't tell Dad and Ted the
same thing. I woke up in the middle of the night to discover Ted fucking
Dad in the other bed. It got me so horny that I had to do something.

So, after Ted finished shooting his load in Dad's ass, I waited until
they'd gone back to sleep and then I woke up Stewart. He was a bit grumpy
about being woken from a deep sleep, but he agreed to let me suck him
off. I figured it didn't use all that much energy to suck instead of
fuck. Stewart's load sure tasted good, and it relaxed me enough to get back
to sleep.

*****

The championship game was definitely rougher than the previous round, but
we did manage to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The referees ruled
that the other team's final regulation basket was after the buzzer, which
left us tied, so play continued. Two overtimes later, we came away with a
three-point championship victory.

I was looking forward to another night of celebrating with Stewart, but his
mother insisted that Ted had to drive him home right after the game. Ted,
however, agreed to delay the departure long enough for Stewart to fuck me
goodbye. Stewart still wasn't quite ready to try taking my cock in his ass
yet.

"Sorry it had to be so fast," Stewart apologized after he collapsed on my
back with his cock still oozing cum into my ass. "But my mom will take it
out on Dad if we're too late."

"I know how that goes," I replied. "Fast cum is better than no cum. You
better start working on opening your own ass up though," I informed him,
"because I'm gonna get it sooner or later."

"I'm counting on it," he replied, kissing the back of my neck.

"You sure you're really okay with everything?" I couldn't help asking the
question to see where we stood as we both prepared to go back to our own
hometowns.

"What's not to be okay with?" he laugh, humping his spent cock inside of
me.

"You know. What happened with your dad. About my dad. All of it."

"I won't pretend it's all not a bit, okay, a lot weird," Stewart
laughed. "But it was fun. I liked it. Really liked it. I never seriously
thought anything would ever happen with my dad, but it did, thanks to you."

"And about me and Dad?" I asked.

"Umm, I begged my own dad to fuck me. I'm not sure that leaves me any
grounds to complain about anyone else's relationship with his dad," Stewart
laughed.

"And what about us?"

"What about us? You know how I feel. I told you I loved you, and not just
because I was cumming in your ass, if that's what you think. I know it's
stupid, but I'm sure I love you."

"And I said I think I love you too," I replied, nervously.

"It's a start," Stewart replied, giving my neck another kiss.

"And I might love you more if you get off my back so I can breathe."

"So, are we a couple?" Stewart asked casually as he rolled off my back.

"We're definitely a couple," I replied. "I'm just not sure about a couple
of what."

"I'm being serious," Stewart said, before quickly sitting up on the edge of
the bed.

"I like sex," I finally said after a long, thoughtful pause.

"So do I," he assured me as he stood up and started getting dressed.

"I mean, I'm not sure I'm a one-man kinda guy," I tried to explain. "Not
yet."

"Did I ask for that?"

"You mean you'd be okay...?"

"I mean I just want to know if I'm the one who means more than just sex to
you." Stewart finished dressing and turned to look at me. "If that's true,
I don't care about who else you have fun with."

"I..."

"Think about it," he replied, quickly giving me a kiss before heading out
the door.

*****

Principal Owens, with the approval of the school board, took the team out
for a championship steak dinner before the long bus ride home. We were
joined by several other teachers and parents, including my math teacher,
Mr. Moore, and my dad. The hitch was that they had to pay for their own
meals.

About halfway through the main course, I noticed Mr. Moore get up from his
table and head to the restroom. I whispered to my dad that I would be right
back and followed Mr. Moore as quickly and as inconspicuously as I could.

"Congratulations," Mr. Moore said when he looked up from his piss hitting
the back of the urinal and saw that it was me joining him in the cramped
restroom, which only had one urinal and one regular cubicle.

"Glad you could make it," I replied, just standing there, not making any
move toward the cubicle.

"Won't be long," Mr. Moore said.

"If I wanted to piss, I'd use the cubicle," I laughed.

"Not here, Woody," Mr. Moore replied nervously as his piss flow ceased.

"Why not?" I stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder as I continued on to
the cubicle. I caught him off guard, so he spun around automatically with
his cock still hanging out of his trousers. In fact, he pretty much fell
into the cubicle with me.

"Woody," he objected, but I pulled him close and gave him an urgent
kiss. "I've missed you. It's been too long."

"It hasn't been that long," he replied.

"Long enough," I growled, maneuvering around to sit on the toilet so I
could begin tugging on his foreskin and squeezing his shaft to get it to
grow.

"We'd better make it fast," Mr. Moore conceded.

"That's up to you," I laughed as he pulling the cubicle door shut and
locked it.

"And into you," he muttered as I eagerly swallowed his stiffening cock. "Oh
yeah, that's it," he moaned, grabbing my head and quickly fucking his cock
down my throat. I just relaxed and let him go for it. I knew from
experience that Mr. Moore could cum quickly when he needed to. That was
fine with me, because I just wanted a load of cum to wash down the steak
I'd been eating.

The restroom door opened, and Mr. Moore froze. My throat was full of cock,
so I struggled to breathe through my nose as the stranger stepped up to the
urinal and unleashed a steady stream of piss to splash against the
porcelain. It eventually wound down to a trickle and then it stopped.

The stranger coughed a couple times and then the tap water began to run. A
few moments later, the water stopped and the guy tore off some paper
towels. I could hear him slapping the paper between his hands and then he
went silent. After a pause, he coughed again...and waited. Finally, he
started tapping his foot, as if he was getting impatient. Horny was more
like it.

I quickly shoved Mr. Moore's hips to get his cock out of my
mouth. "Occupied!" I called out.

The guy cleared his throat, paused again, and walked toward the outer
door. I waited to hear it open and close, but instead, I heard the lock on
the outer door slide into place. The guy crossed the small restroom again
and began pounding on the cubicle door. "Occupied!" I repeated.

"Unlock this door, Wharton," Principal Owens growled.

"I'm a little busy," I replied.

"I'll bet you are. Open up," he ordered. I hesitated, looking up at
Mr. Moore's stricken face. "Now!" Principal Owens growled.

Mr. Moore desperately tried to shove his cock back into his trousers, but I
tried to brave it out. "We're not in school now," I replied. "You don't
have any authority."

"This is officially a school outing," Principal Owens reminded me. "And I
have a responsibility to make sure my students are well taken care of."

I stood up and shoved Mr. Moore against the wall as I unlocked the cubicle
door and opened it. "I was until you interrupted things," I said shortly.

"I'm not interrupting. I'm joining in the celebration," Principal Owens
replied, beginning to undo his trousers as he grinned over my shoulder at
Mr. Moore. "You wanna stick with the mouth, Moore?" he asked, pulling his
uncut cock out of his underwear.

"And if I said no?" I asked, relaxing.

"Like you'd ever turn down another toilet fuck by this," Principal Owens
laughed, jacking his stiff cock.

"I thought you were the one who wanted to protect your reputation," I
laughed.

"It's unlikely that Moore's going to say anything after fucking you
himself. And on school grounds."

"We didn't--" Mr. Moore tried to object.

"I'm not stupid, Moore. Come on, Woody, we don't have all evening. Do you
want this or not?" As I licked my lips, Principal Owens pulled his foreskin
back and a bead of precum oozed out of his cock.

"Well, I wouldn't want it to go to waste," I laughed. "You up for this,
Mr. Moore?" I asked, turning to face at him.

"If you are," he replied nervously.

"Right, let's get busy." I quickly undid my jeans and shoved them down to
my knees. I then leaned over to brace myself against the frame of the
cubicle door. "You should find it sufficiently lubed," I told Principal
Owens, since Stewart had left my butt full of lube and cum only a short
time before.

"I think you're right," Principal Owens replied after sticking his hand
between my butt cheeks and easily dipping his finger into my
asshole. "Well, Moore?"

Mr. Moore undid his trousers and pulled his cock back out. It had deflated
a bit because of the interruption and the related nervousness, but that
didn't prevent me from taking it in hand, sliding the foreskin back, and
wrapping my lips around it to encourage growth. "Mmm," Mr. Moore sighed,
closing his eyes and trying to forget that Principal Owens was at my other
end.

Principal Owens, for his part, didn't waste any time. He stepped up
quickly, slapped his cock against my firm ass cheek a couple times to get
it even stiffer, and then guided it between my cheeks. "Oh yeah," he sighed
as his cock smoothly slid into my ass. "Not the first one in here today,"
he observed just as someone rattled the doorknob and then knocked. "Full
up," Principal Owens called out before he started fucking me in earnest
without waiting for a reply.

"Mmm," Mr. Moore moaned as Principal Owens' fucking thrusts drove me
forward onto Mr. Moore's cock.

"Can't believe this is the first student ass I've ever had in my career,"
Principal Owens grunted.

"Was it worth the wait?" Mr. Moore asked impulsively.

"You should know," Principal Owens replied, plunging his cock deep and hard
into my insides.

"I..." Mr. Moore was still uncertain about the circumstances, but that
didn't keep his cock from enjoying the attention.

"Better than my wife's pussy any day," Principal Owens grunted.

"I wouldn't know," Mr. Moore grunted in reply.

"I should hope not," Principal Owens laughed.

"I mean..."

"I know what you meant," Principal Owens growled, thrusting his cock harder
and harder into me. "I've often wondered about a man who's still single at
your age."

"And now you know," Mr. Moore said with a little more confidence as his
balls repeatedly smacked against my chin. "But Woody's the first student
for me too," he clarified quickly.

"I think you and I need to set up some golfing dates, Moore."

"I don't golf."

"My wife doesn't need to know that," Principal Owens grunted, "especially
if your ass is as good as Woody's here. Damn, Woody, I'm going to add a
load pretty soon."

"Me too," Mr. Moore panted.

I just tried to maintain my balance as the two men began getting even more
forceful with their thrusts. Principal Owens fucking my ass harder and
faster and harder and faster. Mr. Moore trying to match his pace, fucking
my throat harder and faster and harder and faster. Fucking my ass. Fucking
my mouth. Filling me with
cock. Mouth. Ass. Deep. Hard. Dominating. Using. Pleasing.

"I'm cumming, Woody," Principal Owens grunted, slowing his pace but
plunging each thrust deep and hard.

"Me too," Mr. Moore moaned, gripping me firmly by the hair as he fucked my
face frantically. He had to be feeding me cock three or four times faster
than Principal Owens was fucking cock into my ass.

"OH FUCK," Principal Owens growled as his fingers dug into my hips and he
started yanking me back onto his plunging cock. "FILLING YOUR ASS, BOY!"

"EAT IT," Mr. Moore grunted as his thrusts suddenly became erratic and
uncontrolled. "BE A GOOD BOY. OH YEAH," he moaned as his cock began spewing
cum into my mouth.

"DAMN GOOD BOY," Principal Owens moaned as he plunged his cock into my ass
and held me on it as it pumped load after load after load of cum into me.

I just relaxed and enjoyed all of the jizz flowing into my body at both
ends. Filling me up. More and more and more. As far as I was concerned, it
could never be enough.

"I wish more boys were like this one," Principal Owens laughed as he
finally pulled his cock out of my ass and grabbed a few paper towels to
wipe it clean.

"I think Bear Dieter might be a good boy too," Mr. Moore said distractedly
as he put his own cock away and tried to make himself presentable.

"Is that true, Wharton?" Principal Owens asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," I laughed. "Why should I
promote the competition?"

"Are you interested in being a golf caddy for us on a regular basis?"
Principal Owens asked, straightening his tie.

"As long as your wife doesn't want the job," I winked at him.

Principal Owens stepped over to the outer door but turned back to look at
Mr. Moore. "Sorry if I scared you there. It's just that watching all those
sweaty boys in the championship game got me really horny, and I was hoping
Woody could do something about it when I saw him come in here."

"No problem," Mr. Moore assured him.

"Glad to have been of assistance," I said, stepping into the cubicle to
wait for my turn to exit.

Principal Owens turned to the outer door and unlocked it. "Just don't start
anything else without locking the door first," he laughed, and then he
exited.

"You're next," I said to Mr. Moore, who had stepped up to the urinal to
pretend he was pissing.

"I guess so," Mr. Moore replied as he tucked his cock away. "I seem to be
completely drained of all fluids now."

"You're telling me," I laughed.

*****

When I sat back down beside Dad at the table, he grinned at me and asked,
"Did you save any room for dessert?"

"Not really," I replied with a grin as I patted my cum-filled stomach.

"I didn't think so," Dad laughed, taking a huge bite of cherry pie with
whipped cream.

"I'll be ready to eat more later, though," I assured him.

"I'm counting on it, Son," he replied with a wink.

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