Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 11:40:20 -0500 From: The Eagle Subject: The Secrets We Keep Chapter Two (Gay/Incest) Dear Reader. The following story contains explicit language, strong sexual content, and taboo and forbidden topics. If any of this offends you, please leave now. Please donate to Nifty as you are able to keep this amazing resource available to all of us. Support my work on Patreon for custom stories. Whatever you would like to read. I can accommodate anything. Tips are appreciated. www.Patreon.com/TheEagle392 Contact me: ForbiddenWritings@gmail.com THE SECRETS WE KEEP -- chapter two My dad wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. I knew that much was true when I received the text message from him that he'd had a bad day at work and was going to get a workout in at the gym. I couldn't wait until I turned eighteen in three years to join him at the gym. If even half of the reviews online are true about the place where my dad works out it is a gay Mecca and the sex must be non-stop in that locker room. God, the stories I had read about that place on one of the underground review sites had been shocking. Just the thought of my dad getting in on that action was fucked up, but also kept my fifteen year old dick constantly hard. Mom left when I was a lot younger, and it had just been me and dad. We're really more bros than father/son, but he is still my dad. Forbidden fruit. "You okay, kid?" The deep voice said from behind me. I turned to see the wet dream come to life looking at me as he put his phone on my bedside table. Coach Doug Blevins had been my fantasy for almost two years now. I can still remember the very first time I saw him. I was eighth grade when they divided the boys into one classroom and the girls into another one. It was near the end of school and we were all excited to be going into high school the next year. Coach Blevins had walked into the room and commanded attention. Even at my tender age I knew the things I felt weren't normal. At least that was what I had thought. Boys my age were talking about girls, blowjobs, feeling their boobs, and how Marcy Jennings would let any boy touch her between the legs that wanted it. I envied Marcy. Coach Blevins was wearing khakis and a polo shirt with our school logo on his chest. The pants were cut perfectly, and the way his ass looked in them suddenly made me realize it wasn't girls I was interested in. If his ass hadn't done it, his upper body did. The thick arms, broad chest, and the way his collar stretched around a thick neck. I instantly thought about wrapping my arms around his muscular neck and bouncing up and down on his Daddy cock until his eyes rolled back. The entire meeting that he talked to us is still a blur. All I know is I raced home that day determined to convince my dad I needed to play football for Coach Blevins. Dad had been overjoyed that I had shown any interest in sports whatsoever. And, I'll admit it was a little out of the norm. I wasn't the most active kid. That all changed when I knew I'd be on Coach Blevins' team though. I spent that entire summer exercising and working out at the gym they left open at the school for students to use. I packed on quite a bit of muscle, and other than complaining about our rising food costs, Dad was all on board. "Sean? What's wrong?" Coach asked still staring at me. I shook my head remembering where I was finally. "Nothing. Sorry, just answering my Dad. He is going to the gym so he won't be home for a while." "That's good news." Coach grinned. That sexy grin always gave me butterflies in the belly. I was young and dumb, and part of me always hoped that Coach would leave his wife and sweep me off of my feet. In reality I knew that would never happen, and I was perfectly fine to enjoy our stolen afternoons of fun. At least I told myself I was fine with it. "Very good news." I smiled at him and pulled my t-shirt off of my body and then quickly got rid of my jeans turning so that Coach saw my naked ass framed by the jock he had bought me. "Fuck, I knew that jock would look great on that ass." He growled and I felt his big paw come down and smack my right ass cheek. "Feels great to wear it under my clothes at school knowing you bought it for me." I said crawling up on the bed. I settled on all fours and pushed my ass out right on the edge so my thick cheeks spread open and he could see my tight pucker. "Jesus Christ, what a fucking beautiful pussy." He knelt down and both of his massive hands pulled my cheeks apart. His breath was warm as he moved closer to my hole. I felt it twitch and then his tongue did a lazy long lick up the entire length of my crack. "Coach!" I moaned letting my head fall down onto the bed. Pleasure shot from my hole straight to my balls and my young dick throbbed. I felt the first bead of precum leak into the material covering it. "Delicious pussy, boy!" His tongue moved again and centered right on my hole before lightly pressing against the resistance there. Then when he pushed harder against my hole I felt his beard scratching my globes. Damn, I don't know why his wife ever gets off of his face, but I'm glad she does! "Eat it, Coach. That feels so damn good!" My voice muffled into the mattress as I pushed back on his face and his tongue pressed into my hole. "Oh fuck!" His right hand smacked my ass hard! I felt the vibration before the sting. "Language!" "Mmmmmm, sorry Coach." He stretched my cheeks further apart and drove his tongue deeper into me. I saw stars feeling it happen. God, he really knew how to do that! Even though we'd been in this affair for almost a full year now, I am still shocked at how good he can make me feel. "Turn around." He finally growled as he stood up and pulled his shirt up and over his head. His muscular torso was giving way to the slight curves of a sexy dad bod, and it was all covered in beautiful hair. I ran my hand through it lightly and felt his deep moan rumble in his chest. He pulled me close and kissed me. His beard scratching my face, and his tongue tasted like sweaty jock ass. I sucked the flavor right off of it as my hands found the fastenings on his pants and fumbled quickly enough to get them open. "Been thinking about this mouth all fucking day." He said pulling back slightly as I panted. I could kiss him for hours and never get tired of it, but the way he stared at me with those deep brown eyes said he needed more. We both needed more. He grinned when I moved down and stroked his hardening length in my hand. I settled down on my knees and elbows bringing his cock right in line with my face and sticking my round ass out for him to see and slide his hand over. I felt his cold wedding band moving across my tight flesh. His middle finger running down the seam and finding my hole as I stroked him. My mouth watering. I opened my mouth and felt him slide the tip across my lips. The head already slicked with precum. He moaned throwing his head back as I closed my mouth over the mushroom head. It pulsed in my mouth and I ran my tongue all around it just like he had taught me. I'm nothing if not a great student and always eager for every lesson my coach has for me. "Fuck, Sean! That mouth feels so fucking good." His rough hands stroked up and down my back and tussled my hair. I loved how he would always touch me. Stroking all the areas of my body that I didn't know craved him. I opened my throat and felt him push deeper until my nose was buried in his thick bush. I inhaled his scent. Sweat, masculine, testosterone, cum and all Coach. I could get high from that aroma. "Fucking take it all, baby." He growled low and his hands rested on both sides of my head as he tried to thrust even deeper down my throat. He held it tightly there as his balls rested on my chin. My face smashed into his hairy crotch. The massive balls were the size of large eggs, and I knew a large load was waiting for me. It had been almost a week since I'd gotten to drain those bull balls, and I knew his stupid wife never did it. I was also naïve enough to believe I was the only player he fucked, but that's a different story. "Got me close already." He panted and I felt his grip tighten on my head. Normally I wouldn't mind, but my ass was twitching for his dick. It was always a struggle for me to decide where to take his load. I loved swallowing him, and would never turn him down. But I also loved taking it deep in my guts. "Fuck me, Coach!" I finally decided and pulled off of him. "Shit!" He swore and took a couple of deep breaths to edge back down. I knew it was a struggle for him, but I needed to get fucked! His cock was angry and throbbing shining from my spit and a deep purple. My hole twitched when his fingers ran across it again. "Turn around now, kid!" He smacked my ass hard and the sting had my cock pulsing again in my jock. He walked over to the bedside table and pulled the lube out of the drawer. Coach had been here enough times to know exactly where it was. "Bare. Please, Coach." I begged. "You know I can't, Sean." He said pulling the condom out as well. I did know that, but I could still hope for my ultimate fantasy. Well, one of them. I really wanted to feel him completely bare inside of me, but he always insisted on using a condom. I had to figure out a way to get him bare, but that was for a time when I could think clearly. Not now. He slicked his cock up with lube as he walked back to the end of the bed and then slid the condom down his cock. It looked even bigger now. Then another layer of lube over the rubber and he smacked it on my hole. His strength really came into play now. "Oh fuck, you ready for it?" "Fuck yeah, Coach. Give it to me!" I begged. "Language!" He smacked my ass again. Coach Blevins never allowed his boys to use foul language. We were to be the model players on and off the field, and if we were ever caught or got into trouble we had him to answer to. The irony was never lost on me. Having to be a respectable young man while also being his sex toy. I heard him stroke a couple more times and then he pushed a finger inside of me. The thick digit felt amazing. I let my head rest on the mattress and pressed against his hand. His thumb lightly stroking my taint as his finger stretched me quickly. I was so ready! He stepped closer and I felt the head teasing right against my pucker as he removed his finger. The brief sensation of emptiness was quickly replaced. Coach Doug Blevins, the seemingly straight, well respected member of our community. The man tasked with shaping boys into me. Trusted with our young minds and bodies. That same man grabbed both of my hips and lined his dick up with my pulsing teenage hole. He proved his strength in that moment. "GOD DAMN IT!" He howled and my head shot up as he slammed his entire length deep inside of me. "COACH!" I screamed feeling it pushing deep in me like I'd been craving since the last time he was inside me. Even after a year of taking his cock that first thrust was always so fucking intense. I craved this moment right here! He held it deep inside of me as my teenage tunnel pulsed and twitched around his cock. "God, this pussy is always perfection." He gasped. His hands gripping tightly to my hips. I knew there would be bruises, but I'd laugh them off with the guys in the locker room tomorrow afternoon. I was barely used to his invading dick when he started to pull out and pump back in. His need to fuck overtaking his sense of security and protection over me. Deep down I knew he'd never hurt me, and if I asked he would have slowed down or stopped. Neither of us wanted that! "Oh Coach! Please!" I begged, breathless. My head falling back down on the mattress. Pushing against my elbows to fuck back on his cock. Just as eager as he was. "God you're so fucking perfect kid!" His right hand moved up to my hair and pulled it roughly. Jerking my head back and making my scalp scream in pleasure. He pulled me up against his sweaty, hairy chest and his mouth found my neck. He kissed and nipped along the tight muscle right beneath my ear and goosebumps flashed across my skin. His left hand reached around and for the first time that afternoon he reached into my jock and wrapped his rough fist around my meat. "Ahhh! Coach!" I turned my head and his mouth crushed down on mine. His thick cock pumping faster. He pushed me back down onto my elbows. I fucked back on his cock meeting his every thrust. Each time his hand stroking my length and bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I was not going to last much longer. My teenage cock was not used to having to last. Both of his hands came up to my shoulders now as he pumped harder. His wedding band pushed into the dense muscle of my traps as his cock dug deeper into my hole. I felt his balls smacking against mine pull up toward his body and knew it was time. "Going to cum, baby! Oh my God! Coach is going to shoot!" His grip tightened on my shoulders and I felt him slam deep inside of me three more times before he pumped in and stayed there. "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" He howled flooding all into the condom. I couldn't stop myself as I came all in my jock without even touching my dick. My ass pulsed around his cock. I filled the jock up with teenage cum. Coach reached under me and pulled me into a tight bear hug as he rolled us onto our sides. We laid in my bed with his beefy arms wrapped around me and his cock still inside my hole. "Sean, that was amazing." He nuzzled into my neck and brought his hands up to my chest holding me against him. Three soft knocks came on my bedroom door. We both froze. "Shit, is that your dad?" He whispered in my ear. "Um...just a minute!" I called out. I pulled away and felt Coach's cock slide out of me. A rush of cum slid out of me. Damn it! All over my bed. The doorknob shook, thank God I had remembered to lock it. "I said just a minute!" "Sean, are you okay?" My dad's voice was muffled, but unmistakable. "Just a minute!" I scrambled for my clothes and threw Coach's stuff at him. "Open this door!" Dad's voice sounded angry. "We do not lock doors in this house, Sean!" I slid my shirt on and opened the door just enough to get my head through. "Fine! What?" "Excuse me?" Shit! Now he knew something was up. "Sorry," I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to think quickly. "I'm just trying to change clothes." "That's no reason for you to have an attitude or lock this door." He said trying to push it open, but I kept my foot against it. Coach was still naked. Dad's eyes found mine and I just stared at him blankly unsure of what to do next. "What are you doing? Let me in." "Like I said, I'm trying to get changed. I'll be down in a minute." "Open. The. Door." His teeth were clenched and his jawline rippled with angry muscle. I hated this. "Dad. Please." I tried not to sound like begging, but failed. His eyes widened as realization washed over him. "Who is in there? You know you're not supposed to have girls over if I'm not home." Oh, how I wished it had been that simple. He pushed harder and I stumbled back from the force. "Shit!" Coach yelled when their eyes met. He was still naked holding his underwear in his hand and his cock still half hard. "What the fuck?" More to cum...very soon. ***Special Note to the Reader*** If you'd like to find out how Coach Doug Blevins and Sean got started, and you'd like to read their very first time be sure to check out the beginnings story on my Patreon page! 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