Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2021 07:21:14 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: Wrong Side of the Tracks, Part 7 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I lose interest when you lose interest. Let me know how I'm doing! studbluecollar@gmail.com. I guess you guys had to wait till Chapter 6 to see if you liked it! The response has been better than I hoped!! Thank you all very much!! All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. The Palm Springs motel and home are made up. They don't exist. And yes. I have a thing for Palm Springs. Used to live there. Live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Where we left them:: Just then dad came through the french doors with a beer in his hand. Nothing else on. He looked over at us and grinned. "You two love birds been to the motel yet?" I rolled my eyes and Philip sort of giggled. "Yep. Philip and Shay fucked me on the bench." I bluntly said. Dad got an intense look in his eyes. His cock started to inflate. He found a foam rubber pool lounge and put it on the pool deck. Then he laid back on it. "Sit on my face now." was all he said. Then he looked at Philip, "The boy knows better to deny his father." I grinned at Philip and then went over to dad and squatted over him. Philip watched with lustful interest. "Fuck babe. That's hot." Wrong Side of the Tracks, Part 7:: Philip did stay that weekend. And every night since then. When we were alone his shy side started to disappear. His alpha gained strength. He was becoming more dominant with me. And I liked it. At school we were suddenly even more popular once people realized we were friends. Best friends. We flirted with the girls and held court with everyone. It was amazing. I guess when two of the hottest jocks in school become best friends it piques everyone's interest. That old saying, 'Girls want to fuck you and guys want to be you' is mostly true. But I had a feeling a few guys wanted to fuck us too. But we played it up. We flirted with the girls the right amount. We talked shit with the guys to cement our cred. But when we were home it was us, just us. Well...Dad and Shay too. I guess I was always popular in my other school. So was Philip. But the change, overnight, when we became friends, was a bit much. We stayed humble and mysterious though. Which made the other kids seem to desire our company even more. A couple of weeks later, on Friday morning, Dad came into the kitchen when Philip and I were heading out the door. Shay was probably still in bed as he works later than everyone else. Dad was ready to go to the garage. "Philip, I'm going to pick you up at school today. Your car is ready." "Really Pat? That's awesome. Thank you. I'll pay you back. I swear." Philip was really happy. "You're family, son. You two just be good to each other and that will be enough payment." Dad said. He was a sensitive soul. Just like Shay said. Philip hugged him first and I know I saw a tear or two on Philip's face. He then turned and walked out the door before he got embarrassed. I hugged dad then and said, "Thank you dad. You really made him feel good." "Just don't be upset with me when you see what I did to his car. You have your own money and he has almost nothing except that house that sort of resembles my trailer." dad said. "Gosh I didn't notice the resemblance. How did I miss that." being as sarcastic as I could. "Don't be a smartass. Just be happy for him when he gets home." Dad said. "No hints?" I asked. "Nope. You'll spill the beans. You'll take one look into those puppy dog eyes of his and your cunt will get all wet and then you'll be telling him everything while he slides that torpedo into you. Now go to school and be good." Dad tried to sound stern. I chuckled and said, "Yes daddy." He just rolled his eyes as I left. "I'll keep him at the garage for a bit. I want to talk to him. So go help Shay with happy hour or something." I left thinking, 'Yeah dad wants that torpedo for himself as payment for the surprise' then I chuckled to myself and caught up with Philip who was already in the jeep. "Your dad is so cool, Rory. I can't believe how good he treats me." He was so happy he was giddy. We didn't have practice on Friday's so we were out of school at 2:30. As promised dad's truck was parked next to the jeep. He was waiting inside. I waved to him and told Philip I'd see him at home. Then I got in my jeep and headed for the house. Philip's POV:: I got to the passenger side of the truck and went to get in. I noticed Pat was shirtless when we first saw him in the parking lot but that wasn't unusual. He usually took his coveralls off his shoulders after work and let them hang around his waist. Besides the truck windows were so tinted, barely legal tinted, that you barely could tell he was shirtless. I only knew because I was becoming aware of his habits. I opened the door and stood sort of shocked. Pat was not only shirtless but he was less everything else. Not a stitch on the man. Not even shoes. "Get in and close the door, son, before the whole school sees what sort of perverted family you've moved in with." he grinned. I jumped in the passenger seat and closed the door quickly. Then Pat started to drive. I was sort of shocked and nervous. "Um, sir, what's going on?" I asked. "Well, your car is in bay two of the garage. I'm going to pull into bay 1. As you know the windows of the bay doors are painted over. I figured you and I could celebrate your car a bit. If you don't mind, that is." "Well, no I don't mind. What did you have in mind, Pat?" I asked. "First of all, I'm not sure I like you calling me Pat," he said. "You want me to call you Mr. O'Cain?" I sort of felt bad. I thought he liked me. "I want you to call me dad. Or Pat in public I guess. But dad when we're home or alone. Is that alright?" he asked as he slowly made his way to the garage. "Really?" I guess he did like me. "Yes, really. Next thing I want you to do is to get fucking naked. I know you're not as smart as Rory but I surely thought you could have gotten that right by now." he laughed. I laughed too. Nervously. "Um, ok..." I said as I took off my tee shirt. I toed off my kicks and then let my board shorts fall. I don't wear much as it is so it wasn't too hard. "That's a good lad. Are you happy with us? Do you want to stay?" he asked. "As long as you'll have me. Rory is like the best friend I never knew I had. And you and Shay are so good to me. I've never had it this good. But I understand if it gets to be too much. It's only been a couple of weeks. You barely know me." I was wondering where this was going. I knew he wasn't throwing me out. But something was up. "That's good enough for me. First let me get a couple of things out of the way. I talked to the principal. He said he would talk to the coach. Next Thursday you and I are going to Michigan. You are going to see your grandparents. We will fly back the following Tuesday." my mouth must have dropped open. I felt myself drooling a bit. "Next is that we are going to fix up your house and you will decide if you want to move back into it or rent it out. I would prefer you rent it out and live with us but it is your house. You decide." "Why are you doing all this for me?" I tried to get the words out but I knew they were barely a whisper. "Because my twisted perverted son thinks you are worth it. So do Shay and I. We like having you around and the dynamic you've brought to the family. We want you to be happy. Shay says I'm a sensitive guy but that without the way I am he would still be homeless or dead. I guess I shouldn't push but you are the right fit for us. For Rory. So think about it." he said as he pulled into the front of the garage. He held up the remote and the bay door opened. He drove right in. "Think about what? Which part." I was overwhelmed. "Whether you want to move back to the house after it's done. We rather you didn't but, like I said, it's your house." he said as he parked and then pushed the remote to lower the door. It was about 3 PM. I was still contemplating everything that I wasn't aware of anything else around me or the garage. "When were you going to start to redo the house?" I asked. "It has already started, stud. Tuesday. Should be done in two weeks. Or three. Does it matter?" he shrugged his shoulders. "So much money. The trip, the house. You fixed my car!" I said. "Yeah, about that. And for this I expect to be fucked really well. Look to your right." he said. I am really confused now. I looked to my right and there was a Jeep. Just like Cory's. Except his was Black. This one was dark grey. There was just a shop light on in the garage so it was sort of tough to see. "I don't understand." I said again. "I fixed your car and traded it in for the Jeep. You like Rory's so much that I got you the same year and model. Just a different color. So am I going to get my wish?" he asked. "Um..what?" I was just staring at the Jeep in the dim light. It was beautiful. "You going to bend me over that hood and fuck my brains out?" he said loudly. "Is this all for real? I don't get it." I said. I was in such a fog I wasn't sure what I was feeling. All I knew is that I was sitting naked in my best friend's dad's truck with his dad, naked. And he was giving me all this stuff. "Well my ass is already lubed. So yes it is for real. I promised Shay I would be loaded up before he got to me tonight. He loves to fuck another dude's load into me. When I told him it would be yours he got that crazy eye thing going. He loves you. I love you. Most of all Rory loves you. It didn't take you long to prove yourself to us. Now we have to prove ourselves to you." I heard him but I still couldn't believe it. Then his hand was at the back of my neck. Pulling me over to him. He grabbed my face with his other hand. "You're part of the family bro." Then he went for it. His tongue raped my mouth. His kiss was intense. I ended up moaning while he whimpered into my mouth. I felt myself getting hard. There was no doubt about it. Pat was a fucking stud. He had at least twenty pounds of muscle on me even though he was a bit shorter than me. His thick thighs and muscular ass gave me wicked thoughts about fucking him. Not that it would have been a problem. Just hasn't happened yet. Rory had the perfect ass but Pat was a unique package. After he finished kissing me he got out on his side and motioned for me to get out. He walked over to the jeep and pulled the title out of the glove box. It was in my name. Only my name. I just looked at him and I hugged him and then started to make out with him again. I was fucking hard and excited. Not just about fucking him but the Jeep too. Pat pulled away and said, "That's what I'm talking about. Hell I'll buy you a jeep a week to get that sort of reaction. You want me over the hood or over a seat? I'm good either way. Just make sure I feel it. Make it hurt." He went and stood at the front of the jeep and spread his legs. His bare feet were on the dirty garage floor. His hands were on the hood of the jeep along with his torso. "Fucking do it son. Make me cum on your grill." Then I couldn't help myself. But I said it in a whisper, "You look like a dirty whore." But he heard me. "Fuck yeah!" he said in a whisper himself, and then he said, "There is the stud I've been hearing through the walls. I can be your whore too." he said a bit louder. "When they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree they weren't kidding. Father and son, nothing but dirty whores. You both would probably like Shay and I to loan out your holes." I spit on my middle finger and then shoved it up his ass. "Get this nasty cunt dripping with multiple stranger's cum." "Ugh, fuck yeah son." Pat said as his head was flat on the hood. Then I had an idea. I've only done it with Rory once but he liked it. And he was amazed that I could do it hard. It's because I was doing it to my own dad for years. And I haven't done it since this morning. I let loose my piss all over the man's back and neck and head. "If you're going to be a whore you might as well smell like one." "Oh fuck yeah, son. Use me." Pat turned around and tried to catch it in his mouth. He actually sunk to his knees, legs spread as far as they would go with his balls touching the concrete. I was soaking him. Once I was done he looked up at me with expectation. I knew what he wanted. "First lick off the rest and then stand up." I said. He automatically put my cock in his mouth and swallowed as much of it as he could down his throat. His well trained throat. Then when he felt like he had cleaned it off as well as he could he stood up. His arms went to his back and his legs spread slightly. Just like when they tell servicemen to 'stand at ease'. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. A raunchy wet kiss with my tongue licking the insides of his piss lined mouth. He kept his hands behind his back the whole time letting me know I was in charge but he kissed back with passion. A passion of giving himself to the person in charge. I pushed him back and said, "I should take your naked ass to a homeless encampment. That story really turned me on. Watch you get fucked by all those dirty fuckers. Use your hole one by one." I heard a whimper come from deep in his body. It was masculine but still a whimper. "You'd like that. To do that again. You say Shay saved you but he really interrupted, didn't he?" "No" he said in a whisper, unconvincingly. I looked at him. His eyes looked away. "It's just you and me Dad. Tell me what you really want. And then I'll wreck your ass for you." He looked at me with a bit of fear. Not physical fear but the kind where you are about to bare your soul and you don't want to scare off the other person. Then he said, "I need to be used like that. Once in a while. It's been too long. It just has to be men. I haven't told Rory. Hell I haven't even told Shay. But Shay and I do group parties. But it's not the same. The parties are fun but not the same." "You need to be the only one getting fucked. You need to be the one used. You want this to be our secret daddy? I'll help you if you want. I want to watch. I want to fuck other dudes loads into you. Multiple nasty loads. I want you after you are totally used and filthy. I want to be the one that fucks you when you can't take another cock. Force mine into you anyway. Would you like that?" I said and I brought him to me. His head on my shoulders. He would either be repulsed that it went this far or he would submit. Submit like my own dad did. "We can go down to Black's beach. Take you to the bushes. Hold onto you while you get raped." Then he said, in a very soft voice, almost inaudible, "Yes sir". He submitted. I felt his body relax. I wondered if Shay knew this part of him. I would have to find out. I would have to have a conversation with Shay without being the one that lets it out. Shay will have to let it out and tell me. It might take a while. Besides, I sort of want Shay to be my alpha. The guy I submit to. I need that once in a while myself. To be used. To feel dirty and low. Then, like he knew what I was thinking. He said, "Shay knows what I need but he loves me too much. He's afraid to see me hurt. He tries to be the man I need. To arrange things. But he doesn't want me hurt. Maybe you can help him let go a little sir. But I also think that he knows if he lets his own reins go he would cross that crazy line of his. I'm scared of that line myself because I'm not sure he can put it back in once it's out. But I get horny as fuck whenever It think about it." he was talking into my shoulder. Almost too embarrassed to look me in the eye. I dropped my role for a moment and pulled his head up so that he looked me in the eye. "I'll help you, dad. Shay and I will work it out. I know what you need." Then I gave him a kiss and then kissed his cheeks and his eyes and his forehead. "We'll keep you safe but we'll fuck you whenever we want. Take you when you're not expecting it. Set up some strange so that you get fucked in places you never thought you would. Would you like that?" "Fuck yes, yes son, yes please." he was almost whimpering again. This big muscle stud was like putty in my hands. I turned him around and pushed him back down on the hood. I squatted down and pried open his ass cheeks, "We're going to own this cunt dad. Shay and I are going to use it and loan it out at our discretion. Obviously daddy has the same itch baby boy does." "It's worse," he breathlessly said while I chowed down. "Oh gawd, fuck yeah son" he said when my tongue went deep. I could taste the lube he had shoved up there before he picked me up. Fucking slut was ready. After I swear was about five minutes I stood up. He was breathing heavily with anticipation. Both of us sweating in the heat of the garage. Both our pits stunk up the space but the piss stink was there too. We were both rank. It made me more horny. I was as hard as a rock. I had been since I got out of the truck. I needed to breed something, and soon. I looked up at the shop clock. It was four o'clock already. Where did the hour go? I put my cock at his hole and asked, "Mercy or no?" "Shove it in son." was all he said. I got the head past his ring and then grabbed onto his hips. I pulled them back as I pushed forward. He screamed out, "Oh fuck! FUCK!" and I held it for a moment. My pubes right against his ass. He took it all in one shove. "You alright dad?" I was concerned for a moment. "Just fuck me sir. Fucking take me." He was in pain but he didn't care. He could barely get those words out but he wanted it. Wanted to feel the pain. "Fucking wreck my ass, rape me." My twisted mind took over. If that was what he wanted, who was I to deny him. I pulled all the way out. My tip was still in his hole and I shoved it back in with all the muscle I had. I knew the size of my cock was destroying him. I kept it up no matter how much he cried out. If anyone walked by the station they would think a murder was happening inside. But his cries of pain soon settled into moans and whimpers of a bottom that was getting what they wanted. To be owned by his top. Nothing mattered but his hole and the cock in it. My stamina was usually pretty good and I kept it up this time. He was limp on the hood of the Jeep after about 15 mins. Just lightly moaning into the hood. I knew I was ready to unload soon. "I want to get you pregnant dad." I said as I felt my cock expand. He felt it too. "Oh gawd, son, give it to me. Mark me. Make it deep. Shay will find it. Make it as deep as possible. Fuck son. Fuck. So good." he started to ramble. "So fuck....ing good. Fuck. Fuck me...." down to a whisper again. Whimpering like a whore. Then it came. All of a sudden I was shook by my own orgasm. My body started to shake and I roared. Louder than I heard Shay roar before. I shoved myself as deep as I could into the studs ass. I felt like my balls were going to go into his cunt too. I shoved so hard. All Pat could do was say, "Yes, fuck yes, yes yes....fuck.....oh fuck me......fuck yes" and he milked my cock with his ass. Just like Rory. They must have been built just the same. In the ass anyway. It was so hot. When I was done I collapsed onto his back and caressed him. Breathing heavy, as heavy as he was. "You ok dad?" "Fuck yes I am. You and Rory. Perfect sons. Fuck I'm a lucky man." he said in another whisper. Then he looked back and up at me. "I guess I didn't scare you off?" "Fuck no dad. If you want it to be a secret it's safe with me. If you want me to make it happen I will. We're family. Or so you told me." I said almost back to my shy self. "Oh son, trust me, you and I have no secrets at this point and we are definitely family. I don't want to ever get in between you and Rory. You're both my boys as far as I'm concerned. But if you ever want a piece of me again..." "Oh trust me dad. This isn't a one off. As long as Rory is being taken care of he won't mind. You know he is just as twisted as we are. He wants Shay to use him too. Shay seems to be afraid to let loose on him though." I assured him. I started to stand up and as I didn't I fell out of Pat. "Oh fuck. I wish that stayed in me." was all Pat said. "Give me a few and I'll put it back in for you. You want it again?" I asked sort of apprehensively. "Fuck yes. As soon as you can." he said. He was limp underneath me though. We both sat our naked ass's on the dirty concrete floor and recovered a bit. We stunk like piss and sex. I loved it. I knew he did too. After a half an hour of just talking and caressing each other I was ready again. I looked at the clock and it was well after 5. Almost 530. The next fuck took longer and wasn't as intense. His hole was loose and my cock was becoming a bit raw. But it felt so good. After we were done I held onto him. "I have some secrets too, dad. Someday I need to tell someone. Can I tell you?" "Of course you can. We'll work through our secrets together. Up to you if you want to include Rory. Shay knows all mine." he said. "Rory will know it all someday soon. Just need to practice telling it to someone else." I said. "Anytime son." he said. I then helped him up. "Come on dad. Let me get you in the truck. Rory and I can pick up the jeep tomorrow. I'll drive you home." I found a couple of towels in the back seat and laid them on the front seats. I pulled him up and put him in the passenger seat. Then I closed the door. I looked back at my Jeep. My Jeep! And then went to the driver's side. I got in as Pat pushed the remote for the door. "You're a good boy. Taking care of an old man." he grinned at me. "Taking care of a hot stud. Who takes care of me, all of us. I'll do or be anything you want dad. Anytime." I said to him with about as much affection as I've ever had for anyone. I knew I loved Rory more than anyone on earth but Pat was right up there. Shay too. Only my grandparents had more love. My own dad was somewhere in the middle. It had been a while so I wasn't sure. Once I pulled out and Pat pushed the remote again to lock up the garage and then he laid his head on my thigh and started to mouth my half hard cock. I petted his head as I drove. In all outward appearances Pat was a total alpha male himself. Good looking, muscular with a swag that most guys wish they had. But, right now, he was a pup. A pup who wanted to worship another alpha. I was honored he considered me one. When we pulled into the garage at home and closed the door I shut off the engine and then went to help him out. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "What time is it?" "Almost 7, why?" I answered. "Wanna fuck me in the playroom?" he grinned at me. Rory's POV 2 hours earlier:: I walked through the gate and into the hotel's door once I was washed up. Yes I cleaned out as well. Never knew what the evening had in store for me. I put on my old wrestler's singlet from a couple of years ago. It was well worn and I was about to burst out of it. If I was out in public I would have for sure been arrested. I must have gained twenty pounds since the last time I had it on. But it was Friday night after all and if Shay could swing his meet in that barely there sarong of his I could definitely let my ass hang out of this singlet. I was barefoot as well. I was at my slutty best. When I looked in the mirror I was pleased at the way it hugged my cock and balls. Every detail was on display. But, unfortunately, my ass wouldn't stay in it. My cheeks pushed all the material in my crack. I was sure Shay would have a solution. Hopefully he didn't just cut it off of me. The straps were so tight on my shoulders I was sure I would be pulling them off soon and just letting it hang down my sides. I doubt anyone of the sluts renting a room would mind. Hell, they might cut it off me! Anyway, when I made it through the door of the motel I went right to where Shay was. He was behind the makeshift bar helping guests with their drinks. His sarong had loosened and it was barely hanging on him. The guests were having a hard time taking their eyes off of him. So was I. Whenever I saw him like this my itch drove me crazy. He's fucked me but not like I know he wants to. Not like I want him to. "Hey hot stuff! Are you here to keep me company?" he said when he saw me standing there. "If that's all you want is company" I said with my hands on my hips with a deep voice. The guys around the bar howled. I wonder how they would feel if they knew how old I really was. I know I looked about 22 at the very least but my eighteenth birthday was still a couple months off. "Turn around and let me see that bitch ass in that singlet boy!" Shay requested. I turned around and spread my legs just a little bit. "Well so much for fitting. What do you guys think?" I waited a few seconds and no one was saying anything. Then I turned and saw them just staring. "I think they approve," Shay said, and then, "No drooling on the bar fuckers!" and then to me, "Rory, back on up over here. I need to check the fit." he then put his middle finger in his mouth and made it really wet. I backed up right to him and he slid his finger right under the material that was embedded in my crack. He slid down to my hole and felt around until he found the entrance. "Well the little slut is already lubed. I should have known better. Didn't need the spit after all!" he said as the small crowd of guys laughed. I helped him out a little while and then went around the pool and picked up trash. Used plastic cups and take out food boxes. Anything that was discarded. I did a bit of flirting and strutting around too to make the guests happy and to stroke my ego of course. Not that I wasn't grounded but it did feel good every now and then to be appreciated. Just as I was going to turn back to the bar I saw him. My coach, Archer Ryan. Naked on a chaise lounge talking to two other guys. All three of them had a drink in their hands. Obviously he didn't notice me. I went quickly over to Shay and pulled him out of the bar and to the breezeway so we would be out of sight. "What the fuck is wrong with you baby boy. Looks like you've seen a ghost!" "Archer Ryan." was all I said. "Yeah, what about him. He's a local. Likes to come and unwind sometimes on a Friday or Saturday night. Always alone. Likes to meet new friends. He's a lot of fun too. Want me to set it up?" he asked. I guess I never said the coach's name and I guess he doesn't know the coach's occupation. "He's Philip's and my coach!" I said. "Oh fuck," and then he started cracking up, "I don't think you have anything to worry about bro. I've seen him in action. He's a pig through and through. He might enjoy this. But, beware, you'll be fighting over cock," he laughed again. "You mean he's a....." I started. "Big ole bottom. Yep. Hungry one too. If he knew what Philip, or you for that matter, had between your legs he wouldn't be able to teach you all nothing. He'd have a coronary. But hey, you know how to fuck too. He would love it. He eats ass like a champ. But his dick doesn't get used much. Just his cunt. He's not like you and your dad. You guys flip, and do it well, I might add." he grinned at me. That started to get me boned up. Fucking coach was hot. That beard of his made me horny as much as anything else. Just the right amount of hair on his muscular chest. Small dick but that didn't matter. Sounds like that's not what he's here for. Right then and there I decided to play it cool. I figured I'd go bus his table. I told Shay and he just grinned at me. He rubbed my cock a bit for good measure giving it some girth. In this singlet I wouldn't need much to show my assets. I walked around the opposite way from the coach and then circled around till I came close to his small group. I walked up to the table between them and saw some empty plastic cups. "Hey coach, you guys through with these cups. I'll get them out of your way." I said as casually as I could. Before he turned towards me he started to gather the empties to help me out and then as he handed them to me he looked up at my face. He did a double take and then a third, "Rory?" his voice shook. "Yeah coach. Hi." I said as I turned around to head back to the bar. I didn't even flinch. At least I didn't think I did. When I got back to Shay he just smirked and then winked at me. He obviously was paying attention to the exchange between the coach and I. I just hung out with him for a few minutes. He became flirty with me. I guess he loved my act with the coach. He had me backed up against the wall and was playing with my singlet, pulling on it and teasing, when coach came up to the bar. Coach actually had a towel wrapped around his waist. He said, "Um, excuse me, Rory? Can we talk?" I playfully pushed Shay away and said, "Sure, follow me." He followed like a good pup. Just like Shay thought he would. I guided him through the breezeway and through the door to the easement. Then I opened the gate and brought him into our own backyard oasis. "Beer?" I asked. "Beer? Rory! Where are we? Whose place is this?" he asked as I turned around to face him. "It's where I live, coach. With my father and his partner. Oh, and Philip. He moved in a couple of weeks ago." I said matter of fact. "Philip? Philip Romero??" he asked, astonished. "Yes sir. Sure you don't want a beer?" I smirked. "Well...yeah sure. I guess. Where is your dad?" he asked "He took Philip to get his car. Some sort of surprise for him. I'm sure it was good. I got Budweiser or Coronas. What's your flavor?" I asked. "Corona I guess. So you and Philip live together now? Are you...?" he began. "A couple? Yeah, all hush hush at school mind you. But I sort of guess you can understand that? Am I right?" I couldn't help but play him. I walked over and handed him the Corona. In a can of course. We were by the pool after all. "Yeah, um yeah I can." He took a long draw of that can of beer before he spoke again. It gave me the opportunity to pull off the singlet and jump in the pool. When I surfaced he was staring at me. "What's wrong coach?" I asked all innocent. "You're naked." he said. "Like you were a few minutes ago before you became freaked out. Lose the towel and jump in, coach. No one else is here. You saw Shay at the bar. And dad and Philip are out." I said. "Shay? The motel manager? What does he have to do with this? With you?" he was confused now. "I'm sorry. Shay is my dad's partner. Dad owns the motel. But he put Shay's and my name on the deed for some reason. I guess I should have explained. Coming in?" I asked. "So all four of you, if I got this straight, are gay. And You and Philip are a couple and Shay and your dad are a couple? Is that right?" He was funny when he was confused. "Yes coach. And you are gay. Is that right?" I asked, "A bottom I believe?" I threw in for good measure. "Obviously Shay's been talking. Ok, so we know about each other. Now what?" Coach was obviously concerned with this turn of events. "Well if you drop the towel all secrets are safe here. Mine and yours. And Philip's too!" I said. "You sure? Frolicking with a student is..." he began. "Frowned upon?" I finished. "Well, yes. I could get so fired." he looked worried again. "But you want this. All this twisted shit. Your fucking cunt is itching for it." I said. I felt so dirty taking charge like this. It was rare but I was enjoying it. Especially with the coach. "Rory? What are you doing?" he was bewildered at the way I was talking to him. "Coach." I began, trying to be sympathetic. "I'm a happy bottom myself. But every now and then there is someone I want to fuck. And then watch my boyfriend fuck. I'm a dirty pig also. And right now I want to fuck you. I want to cum up your ass so badly that I am willing to do anything. Take off that fucking towel and show me that slutty cunt. I know you want to coach. And if you're worried I promise that we will have two different lives. When we are at school you are in charge but here we will use your hole. Make you the cum dump you like to be. Is that something you can agree to?" "Fuck" was all he said. But he let go of the towel. It just sat there loosely around his waist as he sat on one of the patio chairs. Then he downed the rest of his beer. "Another?" I asked. He nodded. I pulled myself out of the pool and walked back to the patio bar. I fetched him another beer and brought it to him. After I handed it to him I just stood, dripping, in front of him. He looked me up and down too. Then he took another long pull of his beer. He was nervous but I could tell he was game as well. He drank some more and then, even surprising me, he reached out for my cock. I plumped up in no time. He studied it and stroked it a bit. I was proud of my cock. For a self admitted bottom to have such a nice thick 8" cock made me a bit cocky. "You like that coach?" I asked. He didn't answer. He just brought his mouth to it. Consequenses be damned. He was going to suck his student's cock. Watching my cock go into that mouth that was surrounded by that awesome beard was hot. My cock became fully rigid. "That's fucking hot coach, damn that's good, fucking love on that cock man." I continued. I actually heard coach whimper. He whimpered like a bitch in heat. Obviously all his common sense had betrayed him at this point. He was becoming the slut that he really was right before my eyes. "Tell me something coach. You like to wear a singlet with us during practice. Is that so you can feel the teenage meat across your trench? You hoping for some hard teenage meat to rub against you?" He backed off my cock and looked up at me. He looked like he didn't know how to answer. But then he started to lick the knob of my cock. He kept his eyes glued to mine while his tongue circled it. He just gave me his answer. I pulled him up and pushed him down to the nearest lounge. His feet on either side but his hands on the arms of the lounge. I stuck my finger up his ass to feel around. He was lubed already. "Fuck coach. You are a whore. Pre-fucking-lubed. How about that?" He moaned and whimpered. Pushing back on my hand. Wanting more. I was imagining him at practice. Wondering if I could let my cock slip out of my singlet and into his while practice was going on. If I could actually fuck him in front of everyone and not getting caught. It was turning me on like crazy. I lined my cock up with the finger I had in his ass. I had to take him now. I was too worked up. "I gotta fuck you coach. Hope this doesn't affect our relationship." I put in for good measure. I removed my finger and sunk into him with my cock. He pushed back and took me in whole without much of a fuss. His first time was a long time ago. At practice I thought coach was a married suburban dad. I totally thought he was hot but in that untouchable straight dude sort of way. But now he was whimpering like a cheerleader after the prom. The deeper I sank the more he pushed back. Coach has an itch like I do. Somebody better fuck me tonight after this. Just as I was getting there the back gate opened. Coach froze for a moment. Afraid of who it was. But it was Shay who came through with his sarong off, glistening in sweat. "Getting him warmed up for me bro?" he said with a grin. I grinned back at him and I grabbed tight to the coaches hips and slammed into him. Breeding him deep. My orgasms when I'm fucking aren't as intense as when I'm getting fucked, but nice all the same. I'll go back to the playroom later. I slapped coach on the ass and backed out, "All your Shay." I smirked. It was fun to use the coach, I just hope he didn't make me pay for it at practice next week. Shay got fully hard quickly and sunk in. "Fuck yeah Archer. Love it when you cunt is juicy. But this is just a warm up for you. You'll be at this long into the night won't you." Shay started in, his dirty talk, but he was being gentle at first with coach. "Such a fucking dirty whore. Letting your student fuck you. What would the school board think? What would they think when they found out a 17 year old fucked you?" there is the Shay I know, "That you're nothing but a pig bottom with no will power." Coach whimpered harder, "Oh fuck, I..." he was almost crying, knowing he shouldn't be here but not being able to help himself, "I'm sorry sir" and there it is. The true coach. "Please forgive me" "Forgive you for being a whore or for fucking a 17 year old. You nasty fucking slut" Shay said as he slammed into the man's cunt. They were both sweating. I wanted to lick both their pits and become a sub too. My itch started to grow. I was almost jealous of coach right now. "Rory get over here. Your coach hasn't cleaned your cock yet." then to the coach, "Have you whore?" "Fuck, no sir, no I haven't. I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again." Coach was babbling as I walked up to where he was leaning on the lounge. Without even blinking an eye he took my half hard cock into his mouth and started to clean it by bathing it in spit and then sucking it off. His experience still surprised me. I looked up at Shay as he pile drived into the man and said, "You better be up for another round later step-dad." Coach looked up and dropped my cock out of his mouth and said, "You mean he..." "...fucks me? Yeah he does. Almost as good as Philip does. They are both twisted fucks. Can't get enough of them." I grinned and then said, "I don't feel totally fresh yet coach." I indicated my cock. "Sorry sir." coach said and sucked my cock back into his mouth. Then I felt Shay hand on my neck and he started to pull me in, "You twisted fuck, I love you" he said before he raped my mouth. His kisses were the most aggressive I've ever had. The three men in my house all had special things about then and this was Shay's. He owned what ever part of you he was working on. Right now he was owning my mouth and he was owning coach's ass. Without looking coach heard what was going on above him and just said, "Fuck that's hot" then he ground his cunt harder against Shay. Just as if on cue the french door to the house opened and there was dad and Philip. Both naked. Dad looked wrecked. I saw coach freeze again. "What's going on here?" dad's booming voice asked. "Hi dad, hey babe. We're just giving a friend a tour of the house." I said kinda cheeky like. Dad walked over, very bull legged I might add, it was obvious what he and my boyfriend were up to, and looked down. "I've seen him at the pool before." dad said smirking. Philip came up to me and kissed me quickly and then looked down, "Coach?!?" I chuckled. Then he looked at me, "Coach gets fucked?" "Yeah, I got him opened up for Shay." then I gave my attention to the coach, "Coach, after Shay is done with you are you up for another cock? This one is a bit bigger." I grinned. Coach looked up at Philip. The embarrrasment in his eyes was hard to hide. But then he zero'd in on the hispanic, uncut, slab of meat between Philip's legs, "Oh fuck". "Yeah coach? You up to fuck another student?" I asked. "Fuck, oh gawd." he said as Shay slammed into him again. "Fucking slut can't get enough. Her clit is turned on now. Won't be turned off for hours, will it Archer." Shay continued to demean him. "I....can't.....no....oh fuck, fuck, please" Shay was really going at him now. "You can't what? Take another cock? I know that's a lie" Shay said. I actually saw the man quiver. His face turned totally red. Then he looked up at me embarrased. Like he was begging me to keep his secret. I just nodded. He seemed to relax. Philip came up to me and put his arm around me. He smelled like sex, pit and piss. I looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "I'm sorry babe. Dad was sort of generous. I had to pay him back." he answered my questioning look. "Dad?" I asked amused. "He said..." but before he could finish dad was at my side. "He is part of the family son, is he not?" he was stern, even though he still looked like he was run over by a Mack truck. "Of course he is." Then I looked at Philip, "You sure know how to win over hearts. You've had mine since day one." and then we made out for a few minutes. While we were kissing I heard Shay roar and cum into the coach hard. After Shay pulled out coach jumped up and looked very sheepish at dad. Dad just said, "So you're the boys coach? Archer is it? I'm Pat, Rory's father and self imposed guardian of Philip." "Yes, look I'm sorry, I didn't quite know..." coach began. "Didn't know what? That a 17 year old was fucking you? So you're a twisted fucking pervert?" dad used his Marine voice for his ruse. Coach took a "stand at ease" stance. Interesting, might be former military. "I'm sorry sir. I am. If you want to turn me in I'll understand." he had fear in his eyes with embarrasement at the same time. I saw cum dripping down the poor man's legs only adding to his embarrasment in front of dad. I don't know why he didn't clue in that dad was truely a pervert himself standing there with that just fucked wrecked look. "Hell with that. I want a turn." dad said with a grin. Coach's head whipped up and he looked at dad with a sort of shock, "What, really?" "Conditions of course, with all of you. You boys," he turned to Philip and I, "act like you barely know your coach at school. You treat him with the respect he deserves while on the grounds. But here," he turned to coach, "you be who you want to be. No judgement from any of us. You keep our secrets, we'll keep yours. Agreed?" Philip and I agreed right away. Philip had his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close. I get jealous sometimes because he is such a catch. But that is the only reason. I don't care who he fucks. As long as he knows he's mine. Shay piped up and said, "I've seen him in action for a year now. Didn't know what his occupation was but it doesn't matter. He has a pretty good cunt. I'd like to keep fucking it." Shay loved displaying his indifferent alpha attitude. "And he eats ass like crazy. I could keep him around just for that." "Oh yeah?" Dad asked, then he turned to coach, "Philip just wrecked my hole and it could use some soothing. You game?" Coaches eyes went wide and then his twisted mind took over. "Here sir?" "Lay down on that mat over there and I'll sit on your face. Philip's load is pretty deep." dad said matter of factly. Coach scrambled to the mat and laid down on his back. As dad started to squat down on his face Shay said, "Back to work, what you boys going to do?" he said to Philip and I. "Can we go to the bedroom?" Philip asked me. "Of course babe. Why?" I asked. "I want to be alone with my man for a while. We can come back out later if you want." then he kissed me. He usually felt more uncertain of things than I did. Even though he was probably more twisted than I was. He needed my reassurance right now that I was his. "Of course babe. We can play over there anytime. Let's go to our room." and as we started for the house we heard the gate slam shut meaning that Shay was at the motel for a while. We also heard the grunting sounds of coach eating dad's ass. We knew they both would be back at the motel soon for a few more rounds. But Philip and I would call it a night. Part eight soon? 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