Date: Sat, 3 Oct 2020 23:03:55 -0300
From: NDog456 <ndog456nifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Pig Coach 2

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story contains elements of raunch and consensual underage sex. This
may include piss, feet, musk, fisting, etc. If you aren't into it, don't
read this story.

Additional note: not everything listed above is in every chapter! It'll all
be there eventually though.


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"Fuuuuuck!" Coach roared, his load blasting in my ass as he slammed into me
one last time, his desk creaking underneath my weight and his force.


I grinned and clenched down, milking the last drops of cum from his fat
bull cock. Coach slid out, my hole gaping and dripping cum. I panted as
Coach stroked his cock slowly, coaxing the last bead of his seed out.


"Fuck boy, you've been getting looser these last few months. I like it," he
said with a grin, smacking my cunt with his palm.


I nodded. "Those plugs you gave me have been doin' the trick. I can wear
the biggest one all day now."


Coach grinned wider. "You been wearin' my buttplugs at school?"


I just chuckled. "Hell yeah, Coach!"


Coach puffed laughter. "I'm just surprised you're to the biggest one
already. It took me a couple years to get that stretchy when I was your
age."


I smirked. "I'm actually gonna need something bigger soon. It doesn't
stretch me the way it used to."


I sat up off the desk and moved towards Coach, wrapping my dangling legs
around his standing body. I hugged around his large body and he picked me
up, carrying me to his shower.


We cleaned up and I got dressed, ready to head home. Every other member of
the team was probably already out, as it had been a good hour since
practice ended.


It was our last practice of the season. Everything was winding down and we
were preparing for our end of the year trip. This year, we were going out
to a local campsite and just camping out for the weekend. The whole team,
Coach, and a couple parent chaperones would be going. And while Coach
usually stayed in his own hotel room or tent on these trips, I would be
accompanying him on this one.


"You talked to your Dad about staying in my tent, Brady?" he said, slipping
his hat back on his head.


"Nah, not yet. I probably will tonight. He won't have any issue with it,
though."


Coach nodded. "Alright, just gotta make sure. Even though your Dad and I
were close as kids, I've still gotta check. Don't need no damn lawsuits."


I laughed. Coach and Dad were in the same graduating class in high school,
classmates for much of their schooling years. They were friends then,
according to Dad, but didn't talk much anymore once they left school.


I gave Coach one last wet kiss on the lips, slipping some tongue in, and
headed out, my ass still sore.


-


That next Friday, we were ready to head out. We were in the parking lot of
the school, in the travel bus ready to head to the campsite. Parents were
saying their goodbyes as us players said our hellos, ready for the couple
hour long bus ride.


Dad, one of the few dads chaperoning the trip, followed me onto the bus,
sitting in the seat across from me. We talked as we waited for Coach to get
on and call roll.


Dad grinned and leaned back. "You know, I know I said this earlier, but I'm
glad you and Coach have gotten so close. He's a great guy. You could learn
a lot from him."


I did my best not to giggle. "Yeah, for sure. He's great."


Almost on cue, Coach stepped onto the bus, the stairs creaking as his heavy
body weighed on them. Without saying anything else, he pulled his clipboard
from under his arm and began reading off names. The usual mix of "here",
"present", and "huh?" came and went, and in a few moments, he was done. He
slid the clipboard back under his thick arm and grinned that sexy smile of
his.


"Well let's get going then!" He looked down at me. "Brady!"


I smiled back. "Hey Coach!"


He walked up to my seat, and before I could react, slammed down next to
me. "How's it going?"


"Pretty good," I said, nodding. "Excited as hell!"

Coach nodded too. "You should be! We're gonna have a lot of fun this year,"
he said in an almost knowing way.


I expected him to get up and head up front, but instead, he reached around
me, wrapping his muscular arm around me and squeezing. I had to force
myself not to exhale in surprise.


"Tom! Good to see ya' man," Coach said, turning to my dad.


Dad looked perplexed, his eyes clearly moving across Coach, then me, then
Coach's arm around me. "Hey man!" he said, smiling.


"Brady here has really been putting in the extra mile this year. Sorry he's
been up my butt so much."


Coach gripped me a little tighter, making sure I knew he was cracking a
joke. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Raunchy, horny bastard.


Dad shook his head. "No complaints here! I trust him more with you than
some of my own family."


That caught me off guard. I knew Coach and Dad had been friends in high
school, but I didn't realize they were that close. They must've been best
friends or something.


Coach laughed. "Appreciate it man! I take good care of him. Ain't that
right boy?" Coach said, looking down at me.


I just started grinning with my mouth closed. "Absolutely."


Dad smiled too. "Well I'm glad. We need to do some stuff together this
weekend! Consider it a friend reunion, but with my son too."


Coach nodded. "Sounds good to me, Tom."


That was when Coach got up and headed to the front, but not before rubbing
his hand up and down the small of my back as he got up. It about sent
shivers down my spine. This weekend was going to be ridiculously fun.


--


When we got to the campsite, it was about 6PM. We would set up our tents
for the night, eat some dinner, then go to sleep ready to play hard the
next day and a half before heading home. Coach had our tent on him, and Dad
had his. After a few moments of shuffling around, we all got our tents set
up. The majority of the group set up in one centralized area, but Coach and
I put our tent about a thousand feet away, more towards the lake than the
rest of the group. Coach said it was for his privacy, which wasn't totally
a lie. We needed to be decently far away if we were gonna fuck like
animals.


As soon as we got in the tent, I was on top of Coach. He laid back onto his
sleeping bad, holding himself up with his arms as I laid on top of him,
kissing him. It wasn't sloppy or overly wet, just sensual and almost
romantic. We broke the kiss and I saw hunger in Coach's eyes as he licked
his lips.


"God, Brady. How'd you get to be so handsome?"


I smirked. "I dunno Coach, how'd you get to be such a stud?"


Coach bellowed out a laugh. "Good question, boy. Now let's get those
clothes off you."


I obliged and began stripping quickly, down to nothing but my socks and
underwear in what seemed like seconds. Coach was stripped too, sporting
long tube socks and a pair of white briefs himself, the front pouch
slightly yellowed.


I crawled towards him and planted my face between his sweaty pecs, licking
down between them before circling my tongue over to his puffy left
nipple. It was pink and swollen, just begging to be suckled.


"You smell good, Coach," I said, huffing in his sweaty manstink.


"No deodorant just for you, kid," he said, raising his other arm and
sniffing his pit, groaning in pleasure.


I suckled his tit for a bit, just latching on and occasionally rolling my
tongue across or gently nipping down so Coach would grunt in surprise.


"Careful with the goods there," he said as he chuckled and ruffled my
hair. This prompted me to clamp down a little harder, which made him buck a
little and then laugh.


"Think smart boy, you don't wanna make me mad when I'm about to be in that
ass."


I laughed and licked between his pecs one last time before moving
back. "What're you gonna do, fuck me harder? That's hardly a punishment."


Coach grinned coyly. "You know, you're a real fuckin smartass."


I grinned and came back at him, kissing him on the lips. He groaned and
kissed back, sliding his heavy tongue in and pushing mine around with
ease. He dominated my mouth as I just latched on and made out with him. He
exhaled low and deep, almost like a growl as he clamped his arms around me,
pulling me in tight as hell.


It almost restricted my breath the way he squeezed me, just tonguefucking
my face the whole time. I moaned in a mix of discomfort and pleasure as he
gripped even harder, rolling on his back, letting me flop on top of him. I
felt his bulge rub against my briefs, his chubbed cock dwarfing mine.


We just made out for a bit, rolling around, grunting, trying to pin each
other as our slobbery tongues sloshed around in each other's mouth. Coach
kept rubbing me all over and squeezing my ass, slapping it occasionally.


Coach stroked my cock as we made out, my smaller but not insignificant cock
twitching in his rough palms as he milked me. I thrusted as he jerked me
off, moaning into his mouth.


We finally broke away, spit stuck between our mouths as I panted for air,
Coach's flushed face just grinning.


"You know, boy, I think my ass is needing some of that wet tongue," Coach
said, letting go of my cock and flipping from his back to getting on all
fours, his thick ass pressed out through his briefs, a thin line of sweat
over his crack.


"Is that so, sir?" I said as I shifted to him, going to pull down his
underwear, when Coach suddenly gripped it the asshole area with both hands
and started tugging. "Here, let me move this thing for ya," he said before
yanking it, the sound of ripping fabric ringing out in the tent.


The briefs ripped down the ass before Coach pulled some more, shredding it
off his body and throwing it aside. His cock and balls flopped loose like a
bull out of a cage into an arena.


"I won't need em the rest of the trip anyways. Freeballing is better," he
said. Nasty fucker brought one pair for a four day trip. God I loved him.


I grinned and planted my face into his crack. Fuck did it smell
good. Sweaty and ripe. I planted my lips around the edge of his sweaty
manpussy and sucked, flicking my tongue around the rim of it.


Coach groaned low and bassy, gyrating his hips in my face as I suctioned
and lapped faster, his manstink coated pussy pressed against my mouth. His
big ass enveloped my face as I dug in, sliding my tongue into his hole.


It tasted like heaven. I groaned and slurped more, deliberately pushing out
more spit to slobber up his asshole, a small trail already drooling down
his taint towards his jockstrap covered pouch.


Coach's sweaty ass pushed into my face, my tongue sliding deeper into his
guts as he groaned and spread his cheeks, letting his manpussy out on
display. I moved back, admiring it.


"Fuck Coach..." I murmured before leaning in and kissing it, leaning back,
then leaning in and kissing it again. I did this over and over, moving in
and out of showering his hole with affection, giving everything between
short pecks and long licks. Coach just occasionally moaned and twitched,
his loose hole winking at me.


I moved down, sucking one of his loose bull nuts and pulling it into my
mouth, sliding my tongue all across it. Coach moaned in pleasure as I slid
down from his heavy balls to his shaft, sliding my tongue from base to tip,
then back up, the underside of his cock getting glazed in my spit.


I slid my tongue back up to his ass, licking in his crack from bottom to
top, licking it clean as sweat soaked between his crack slid into my
mouth. I groaned in pleasure and latched onto his ass, suckling gently,
pulling the lips of his loose cunt into my wet mouth.


I pulled back, admiring his pink slit-like asshole and stood up, Coach
getting off his hands and knees. He embraced me, and we made out, our
tongues battling again.


"Mmmf... I taste good," Coach joked as he smirked, making me exhale in
amusement.


Suddenly, he grabbed my underwear, yanking them down as I yelped in
surprise. Coach laughed heartily as I peeled them off, wearing nothing but
my socks now. Coach pulled me in again the moment I tossed them to the
side, slapping my ass hard and squeezing my asscheek.


"Fuck Brady..." Coach said as he slid his hand between my cheeks and felt
my hole. "You ready to get me in you?"


I smirked. "You know it, Coach."


Coach grinned. "Ehhh, wipe that smirk off your face. You won't be grinnin
when I get at that pussy."


I licked my lips and got on all fours, gently shaking my hips back and
forth. "Come get it, sir."


I heard Coach reach over to his bag, unbuckle a clasp, then click the top
of his bottle of lube. He squeezed a glob on his already slick rod and
massaged it on, coating it evenly.


Before I could successfully grip onto anything, Coach flopped over me and
started pushing in, his head sliding in with ease. I moaned in surprise and
pleasure, my ass clenching onto his meat tube.


"Hell yeah boy, those plugs have made a world of difference."


He swatted my ass again, harder this time as he thrusted in, most of his
thick length plunging into me. I gasped in surprise and pressed back, his
full cock pressing into my guts and pressing against my prostate. I
shivered and clenched again, my body seizing up in pleasure.


"Good boy, let it take you over," Coach cooed as he started thrusting
forwards and back, one hand on my back, the other on my cock. I pressed
into him as he pushed down on my back, using my muscular frame for leverage
as he humped into my stretchy boycunt.


I pressed out as he started fucking faster, letting his length slip and
slide out of my ass easier. I was building up more of a sweat, the tent
smelling heavily of two unbathed men fucking.


"You nasty little fucker," Coach growled as he started fucking harder, his
full-base presses getting more aggressive, making me hold myself down
harder. "I'm gonna rip that hole apart before this trip ends."


I just moaned in response, letting him fuck me like an animal. I clenched
tight on his cock as he rammed in and out, no longer needing to press out
to let his full girth in. Coach growled and slapped my ass, thrusting in
and out slower, with more of his cock sliding in and out with each push of
his sturdy hips.


"Yeah you milk that cock good, Brady..." Coach muttered, his breathing
heavy as he continued his assault on my ass, now pulling out almost
completely before ramming his whole length in. The last few months had
really opened me up for sure.


I just gripped the fabric of the tent floor, my logs shaky even on my knees
as Coach pounded in and out, occasionally slapping my ass before stopping
to spit on his cock, sometimes missing the mark just a little. We were both
slick with sweat, flushed and horny as two stallions in heat.


Out of nowhere, Coach pulled out, groaning and panting. I flopped down on
the ground, pushing my ass in the air.


"Holy shit Coach..." I murmured as I caught my breath, my hole gaping and
faintly aching.


Coach gripped me by the hips and lifted me with his large arms before
setting me down on my feet gently, my hard cock rubbing against his sweaty
body as he did.


"I want you to ride me, boy," Coach said, fiery lust in his eyes, his cock
almost dripping wet with lube and spit.


"Don't have to ask me twice! Lay down," I said as Coach began laying on his
back, his back to the entrance of the tent.


I straddled myself onto him, facing him and the entrance of the tent as I
positioned myself over his big, thick meat. Coach grabbed my waist and
aided me down as I squatted over him and slowly slid down, moaning as my
hungry hole was filled to the brim once again.


Slowly, I started bouncing up and down, just a little sliding in and out at
a time. Coach grinned wide as I raised my arms above my head, my hairy,
stinking pits airing out as I rode his fat hog of a cock.


After a minute or so, I picked up the pace, biting my lip as I slid up and
down, Coach's hands still on my waist while I bounced, my fat ass making
loud slaps as I made contact with his hips. We were both grunting and
panting, my super hard cock twitching and bouncing with my motions.


"Atta boy, ride your Coach's cock good," he cooed, licking his lips.


Before I could realize it, Coach gripped my neck as I rode him, his bigger
form allowing him to easily latch on. I moaned in surprise as he gripped,
his fingers digging into the sides of my neck.


"Let's see you shoot off some quip with my hands on your throat, big guy,"
he cooed aggressively, an intense look on his face I had never seen before.


Holy shit. I moaned in response, pressing down on to the base of his cock,
bouncing there as he only tightened the grip, his almost angry eyes staring
into my soul.


"There ya go, slut," he said almost growling on the last word. He thrusted
up as I rode, making the slides of his overwhelmingly thick and rather long
cock unpredictable.


I was used to Coach being rough, but never this aggressive. He wasn't
kidding earlier. He just kept squeezing at my throat, letting loose so I
could breath better sometimes as I kept bouncing, our bodies flushed and
sweaty.


I bounced up and down, Coach's thick rod slamming in and out, my prostate
getting jabbed again and again. I tried to moan but my throat was being
squeezed, so all I could manage was a croak of joy as Coach grinned in an
almost intimidating way.


"Oh you're liking this, aren't ya?" Coach said. "You like that rough
dickin' just like your pops?"


I could've leapt out of my skin. What?


Coach laughed almost menacingly as I kept riding, my eyes wide as he
squeezed a little tighter on me.


"That's right, boy. Me and your dad weren't just friends, we were fuck
buddies. Good ones. I introduced him to my kind of sex. I'm the reason that
hole is so wrecked."


I could've passed out right there. What in the world was happening? I kept
riding, but my mind was now running wild. Not only was Dad not straight, he
was also Coach's fuck buddy in high school, but he was also into some nasty
shit.


And for some reason... it was turning me on.


Coach noticed. "Aw hell, Brady, you're more kinky than I thought! Look at
that fuckin' cock twitch!" he said with a shit eating grin.


I could only groan in response as Coach loosened up on my throat, my cock
indeed twitching and drooling precum. Coach's thick rod was still sliding
in and out of my hole, my hole fully relaxed and loosened up around it at
this point.


"Thinkin' about your dad like that gettin' you that worked up, huh? You
like the idea of me pinning your Dad down and fillin' him with cum and
piss? Us two sniffin' pits and fistin' each other's butts?"


"Unnnghhh..." I groaned out. "Y-yes."


Suddenly, Coach clenched on my throat tight, making me gasp. He grinned
wide again.


"Call me daddy."


I couldn't help but oblige. "Yes daddy," I whimpered out as Coach chuckled,
thrusting into me, his hands still on my throat.


"What was that?" Coach said, thrusting upwards and squeezing my throat
tighter.


"Yes daddy!" I yelped as Coach loosened and chuffed, my ass loudly bouncing
up and down on his rod, my ass fully loosened around him.


I bounced for a while, moaning as my loosened ass slurped on Coach's thick
cockmeat, the sound of skin slapping skin ringing out in the tent, both of
us sweaty and flushed. My ass was wet with lube and spit, and I heard my
wet cheeks sloppily making noise as they split apart and hit together again
each time I slid up and down on Coach.


Coach just smirked the entire time, breathing heavily through his nose as
he gripped my throat, gyrating his hips to counter my riding. I felt his
meat deep in me as I slammed down on the base, rocking my hips and
swiveling them as I pressed into him. I felt his meaty thighs sit against
me, and my thick ass split easily for his pole as he bumped his own fat ass
off the ground, pumping into me.


"Fuck daddy, your dick is ripping me up!" I moaned, my body feeling weirdly
full and empty as his ridiculously thick and veiny dick slammed from tip to
base, my hole accommodating for its thickness.


"I know boy, I can feel your hole fuckin' grippin' like a glove!" Coach
said before grunting and pumping up and down, his ass loudly leaving and
slamming into the ground.


We went like this for quite a while, me gasping and moaning as I rode his
cock, my prostate repeatedly getting rammed. Coach kept his hands on my
throat the entire time. He was being so much tougher than usual, but I
loved it.


"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" I whined, my ass clenching around his cock, my
orgasm boiling up to a point.


"Yeah, take that fat fucking cock boy!" Coach roared, his face red, spit
flying.


We both moaned and grunted, both of our climaxes building, when the sound
of rustling tent and a gasp made Coach loosen on my throat and both of us
stop.


"What the fuck is going on in here?!" said Dad as he held up the flap and
looked in.


I gasped and tried to slide off Coach's cock, his hands losing grip on me
as I scrambled away, trying desperately to cover myself.


The whole time, Coach didn't even move. He just smiled. "Hey there Tom!" he
said nonchalantly.


Dad just stood there, eyes wide. "Hooooly shit."


"D-dad! Hey!" I said, sputtering and almost shaking, trying to cover
myself.


Dad stepped into the tent, crossing his arms and standing over top both of
us. "Care to explain?" he said in a stone cold way, with no emotion.


Coach just grinned even wider. "Well hell, why lie. Me and your boy have
been getting it on lately!" he said, taking both arms and doing a jumping
motion as he spoke.


I could've died of embarrassment. Did he not have any shame? "Coach, what
the fuck?!"


Coach just laughed. "Come on, Brady! What the hell else was I gonna say?
That I was helping you look for a missing phone in your ass?"


I just sighed and kept blushing, my body feeling like it was going to
overheat from the combination of our intense fucking and my
embarrassment. I heard Coach laugh and I whipped my head over.


"Your dick's still rock hard, kid!"


I groaned and shifted, covering myself. "Can you just shut up!" I barked,
some horrible mix of horny, angry, and embarrassed as all hell.


"Brady!" Dad barked back, anger in his face instead of shock.


I looked at him, my eyes wide.


"Don't you ever disrespect Coach like that! Now get your ass off the
floor!"


I didn't even take time to think about it. I stood up straight and looked
my Dad in the eyes, wearing only my briefs, with an obscene pole sticking
out of the fabric. Dad stared at me, then looked at Coach, then back at me.


"You know, I had a feeling this would happen," Dad said, rubbing his
temple.


Dad sat down on the ground, his hand still on his head.


"Me and Coach fucked like bunnies back in high school, and he's such a
horndog I shouldn't be surprised he went for my son," he said.


I felt concerned. Was Dad mad at Coach?


I looked over at Coach, who had gone from grinning to looking concerned,
his brows furrowed.


We were silent for a moment, the only sound being Coach and I catching our
breaths, both of us worked up and still excited.


Suddenly, the silence was broken by chuckling. I looked back at Dad, who
was now laughing quietly.


"Christ, I can't even be mad. That's pretty fuckin' hot."


I swallowed, relieved but also confused.


Dad looked up at me, looking calm now. "So, how long you two been
fuckbuddies?"


I swallowed again, more nervous now. "Uhhhhh... a couple months."


I looked at Coach who was staring at Dad and grinning again. Dad's eyes
were still fixed on me. I turned my head back to him.


"I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? Should've seen it
coming, I guess," Dad said. "Well... I said earlier today that I trust
Coach with you quite a bit. And that applies to you having sex. If it's
gonna be with anyone, I'm glad Coach is the one showing you the ropes."


I wanted to smile, but the absurdity of everything stopped me. It was just
too much to process. In the last 15 minutes, I found out that Coach and Dad
were ex-fuckbuddies, Dad walked in on me fucking Coach, and he was now
saying he was fine with it.


"In fact..." Dad said, cutting off my stream of thought. "I'm kinda happy
it worked out how it did."


Huh? I looked at Coach, who was now grinning wider. What was happening. I
looked back at Dad, who was now smiling as well.


Coach laughed. "Holy shit man," he said, shaking his head. "This can't be
real."


Dad nodded. "I can't lie, the thought of the man who taught me the ropes of
gay sex fucking around with my son is getting me real turned on right now."


If I was drinking water, I would've choked.


Dad just laughed. "Oh Brady, you've got a lot to learn about your Dad."


Coach laughed. "Yeah, like the fact you're almost as big of a horndog as
me! You just hide it."


I was stunned, unable to move as Coach and Dad got up off the floor of the
large tent, walking over to each other and rubbing each other's bodies up
and down, my dad still clothed in a tight t-shirt and jeans.


Dad pulled his shirt off, then undid his belt, letting his pants drop to
reveal his commando cock and balls, his junk springing free. It looked
pretty big.


"Goin' commando, ay Tom?" Coach said, gripping my Dad's cock and stroking
it.


"You know it, Coach," Dad said, smirking. He looked at me. "You good, son?"


I nodded, eyes wide. "Uh, yeah just... really confused right now."


Dad laughed. "About what? It's just sex."


I thought for a second, my eyes widening even more as I stared off at
nothing. "Oh... uh... okay."


Coach laughed and walked away from Dad, letting go of his dick. He
approached me and knelt down, his face near mine.


"Boy, don't overthink it. Just let it happen. Your Dad is clearly into it,
so stop worrying," Coach said reassuringly before patting me on the
back. "Plus, I'mma be honest, this is turning me on something terrible, and
I wanna get to it ASAP."


I nodded, still a little shell shocked. "Whatever you say, Coach," I said
as I stood up, watching my Dad's grin widen.


"Come here boy," he cooed, putting his arms forward and motioning with his
hands.


I walked up to him, only for Dad to grab me by the small of my back,
pulling me in close enough for our junk to rub. He swayed back and forth a
little, rubbing my back. I gasped.


"I've always had a thing for fathers and sons, but I never thought my own
son would be into the same kind of things I was," Dad said, licking his
lips.


My breath was shaky, my mouth open. Holy fuck. I could've busted from the
brush of a feather.


Suddenly, Dad let go of me, stepping back. He was now rock hard, and my
briefs were about to rip off my body. I slid them off for the second time,
throwing them to the side which made Dad lick his lips again. We stood in a
sort of circle, my body on autopilot, only guided by my own horny as all
hell instincts.


Coach, Dad, and I rubbed our cocks together, all of us rock hard. Coach may
have had the slightly longer cock, but Dad's was somehow even thicker. What
he didn't have in length he absolutely made up for in girth. And Coach's
prick was no pencil.


"There's that gash gaper," Coach cooed before reaching in and stroking
Dad's erect penis. "I missed this more than you could know."


"You have my number, Coach," Dad quipped, reaching over and slapping his
ass. "And I missed that hole of yours. So loose but grips so right."


I just bit my lip and kept stroking my dick, enamored at the two men I
admired admiring each other's nude bodies. Coach noticed and reached over
and started stroking my cock, making me grunt in pleasure.


"Your boy knows how to dish just as much as he can serve it, Tom. He's been
keepin' my mancunt real happy these past few months."


Dad just chuckled. "I should've known all those extra hours at school were
suspicious. Fuck, I can't believe my boy is just like me."


Dad bit his lip and slapped my ass really hard with a grunt, making me yelp
in surprise, thrusting into Coach's cock vice grip.


Coach and Dad laughed at my shock, looking at each other and grinning
before leaning in and locking lips, passionately making out.


"Mmmm, fuck Coach..." Dad said before breaking away, his lips wet. "Why
don't you show me what you two have been up to," he said before looking at
me, still smiling.


Coach rumbled in laughter. "Don't gotta ask me twice! Brady! Get your ass
on the ground!"


I obeyed, immediately kneeling down on my hands and knees, shaking my hips
back and forth. Coach knelt down too, leaning over top of me, his cock
running against my ass.


"God you're just so fuckin' eager," he said, rubbing my pecs with his large
hands before sliding back, grabbing the bottle of lube and tossing it to my
Dad.


"Here," he said before tossing him the bottle. "You'll need it soon."


Coach wiped his massive hands in between my still wet cheeks and huffed as
he flopped over top of me, pushing his weight down on me as he aligned his
rock hard ass breaker with my hole again, thrusting in immediately.


I gasped and then groaned in pleasure as Coach picked up where we left off,
fucking me with fury and passion.


"Your boy here has been in my office every day gettin' his hole rammed just
like this," Coach said, his breathing heavy. "Well, mine too," he said with
a chuckle as he gripped me tighter and rammed in to the base.


I groaned and gripped the fabric of the tent's foot, my knees wobbling.


"I gotta say, he's taking it like a champ. It took me a month or two of
stretching myself to fit you in that easy," Dad said, stroking his cock out
of the corner of my eye.


"Yehah, he's got an ass made for stretching. Gonna be a real beautiful
mancunt one day. Ain't that right, Brady," he said forcefully.


"Y-yes sir!" I chirped, getting my hole cunted by Coach's cock. It felt
like he was trying to really open me up.


Coach rammed in and out of me, grunting as he pummeled my ass.


"Fuckin' hell, boy. I can tell you've really been training this fuckin'
hole. You're taking this hog like a champ," he said, swatting my ass as his
thick meat stretched me out.


"Think he's ready for me?" Dad said, stroking his cock in my face.


"Moan if you're ready, boy," Coach said as he pushed in deep, intentionally
jabbing my prostate.


I involuntarily moaned, my voice scooping higher and trembly as my cock
twitched.


Coach exhaled through his nose, grinning. "That's right, you fuckin'
dickslut."


Coach pulled out, leaving my hole gaping and gasping, my breathing heavy as
his hot, slick rod sat over top of mine, easily dwarfing it in thickness.


"Come slide in your son, Tom," Coach said, pulling my thick asscheeks apart
with his strong, veiny hands.


Dad walked from the side of me to behind me, kneeling down behind me. I
felt him stroke my back as he positioned his cock, the thick head pressing
against me feeling somehow noticeably bigger than Coach. There's no one
just one of my hands would fit around it.


Dad grunted and pressed in to me, his overly girthy cock slipping into my
loosened greasy hole for the first of what would be many times. I
immediately moaned out, trying not to buck him out of me.


"Fucking hell Dad! I haven't felt that stretched in a while!"


Dad chuckled, rubbing the top of my toned ass with his large palms. "Atta
boy, savor that feeling. I know how good it feels."


I nodded, panting, and pushed out, allowing Dad to slip further into my
relaxed asscunt.


Dad put his hands around my waist, his breath shaky as he began pushing in
and out. I moaned lowly, my cock twitching in pleasure as I got stretched
further.


"Baby you have no idea how happy this makes me..." Dad cooed as he started
fucking me, his breath ragged.


I looked over and saw Coach grinning wide, his eyes fixated on my Dad and
I. He was stroking his cock slowly from base to tip, rubbing the tip in
tight circles, milking it.


"Looks like Coach is happy too," I said, short breaths every few words, my
last word accentuated with a groan of pleasure as Dad pressed into my
prostate.


Before anyone could respond, Coach bellowed in a sharp laughter. "Damn
fuckin' right!" he barked before licking his lips. "I haven't seen a real
honest to god family fuck since my time in high school."


I was about to ask Coach what he meant when Dad suddenly reached around,
pinching my nipples sharply. I yelped in surprise and just a little pain as
Dad started flicking and tugging them as he kept his cock sliding in and
out. I shivered and moaned, making Dad chuff and pinch harder.


We were at this for a while, my Dad just pumping his hips, forcing his cock
in and out of me. I felt myself easing around him, my ass's muscles
relaxing to take the onslaught of his overly girthy shaft. Coach walked
around, getting on his knees and swinging his cock and balls in my face,
his tip brushing against my nose. It smelled wonderful.


"Get those lips workin', kid," he said, pressing his tip against my mouth,
making me suck in his cock. He groaned and started pressing in me, starting
to facefuck me. I just relaxed my throat and let him go as he did his work,
pumping and grunting at my mouth, his heavy relaxed balls swinging into my
face as he held my head.


"Look at this, Tom," Coach said. "Got your boy real used to suckin' some
dick!"


Dad hummed in approval before tugging my nipple again, pushing in to the
base of his swollen cock. "Good job, both of you," he said in a happy buzz,
his breath a bit ragged. "I know that dick doesn't go down easy."


Coach chuckled. "It sure didn't!" he said, pumping harder and faster,
making me huff out my nose in surprise as I kept it open for him. "But your
kid is a real fuckin' determined little pig."

Coach rammed in again, my nose pressing into his musky base. I groaned on
his cock and huffed in his scent. The three of us were all lightly glazed
in sweat, the tent humid and filled with mansex.


Dad groaned a little as he bucked in and out of me, faster now. "Tell me
more, Coach."


Coach smirked as he casually facefucked me. "About your boy? Well did you
know your son's been wearing my plugs to school everyday?"


Dad moaned, and I could feel him fucking more intense, pulling away from my
nipples and gripping my waist again. "Oh you fuckin' pig!"


Coach exhaled in laughter. "Which one of us?"


Dad just groaned in response, properly slamming in and out of me now. I
moaned on Coach's dick, my body getting shaky and tense with pleasure as he
rammed in and out of me over and over. Coach followed Dad, his breath
picking up in pace alongside his throat ramming.


"Ohhh, you like knowing your son's a little sex fiend? That turn you on?"


"Y-yes," Dad muttered before grunting loudly and squeezing me tighter.


"Just imagine me and him, in my office, fucking like animals
every. Single. Day." Coach said, his breath raggedy. My throat was gonna be
sore.


Dad moaned loudly, unable to speak as I felt him tensing up, orgasm
approaching.


"Pissin', fistin', spittin'." Coach murmured low and growly. "We've been
all up in eachother's guts."


Dad was sent over the edge. He roared in pleasure, slamming into me,
knocking me further onto Coach's cock. I gagged a little, and as Coach
realized Dad was cumming, he began absolutely abusing me mouth and throat,
slamming in and out like his life depended on it.


As Dad spewed what felt like endless ropes of boiling hot cum into my young
ass, Coach ripped my throat a new one, groaning and grunting like crazy.


"Fucking take your Dad's load!" Coach roared before yanking his slobber
coated cock out, leaving my head hanging and me gasping. Thick trails of
slobber all over my mouth connected my face and his twitching bull cock. He
swung it at my face, his shaft gently smacking my cheek a few times in a
row as Coach grunted, Dad still panting as he caught his breath.


Dad pulled out and I felt my hole immediately clench up, almost gasping as
Dad stood up, his knees seeming a bit wobbly. Coach got up too, walking
over to him and rubbing my Dad's cock and chest, stroking my Dad's still
hard cock as he grazed a nipple.


I adjusted on my hands and knees, still not quite ready to stand, when I
felt something shift in me.


I felt my guts gurgle, when suddenly, I felt air push out my ass. I farted
loud, cum spewing out of my loosened hole like lava. I groaned as I noisily
ripped, the most liquidy of the cum drooling out of me down my taint.


"Fuuuck yes!" Coach roared as he quickly stepped to me, slapping my ass
hard, making me buck.


Dad just laughed in what sounded like disbelief. "Fucking hell, kid!"


Dad's cum splattered onto the floor of the tent, the fabric immediately
getting soaked. Coach took two of his thick fingers, cramming them in my
loose ass and spreading my walls even further, letting the last remains of
cum that hadn't blasted out ooze out of me.


Coach slapped my ass again before patting at my hole, my ass feeling sore.


"I think your boy's ass is about spent for the night, Tom," Coach said, his
pats getting harsher for a moment before they slowed back down, the loud
claps decrescendoing into small wet plaps. I farted again, a droplet of cum
gurgling out once again.


"Alright, Coach, I hear ya," Dad said, flopping down on the ground,
sprawled out. He laid back for a second before sitting up again
suddenly. "Say, boy, did you cum?"


Coach slid his fingers out, slipping them in his mouth and sucking them. I
shifted off my hands and knees, grunting. I faced Dad and shook my
head. "No, sir."


Dad grinned and shook his head back, dramatically tsk'ing. "Mm, mm. That's
not gonna do. Coach!" Dad suddenly barked, making Coach look at him,
pulling his ass juice soaked fingers from his mouth. "Get on all fours. My
boy needs some hole."


The two of them moved next to each other, hip to hip, pressing their butts
out. I could've cum on command at that point. Their thick asses pressed
together, their sweaty skin rubbing eachother easily.


I got closer and began rubbing in between their asses, both of their thick
cheeks naturally separating slightly to reveal their holes.


Whereas Coach's hole was slitlike and pink, subtly puffed out, Dad's was a
big, monstrous cunt. Circular and almost frayed, it stayed open, revealing
a peek of red. His lips seemed permanently plump.


"Holy shit Dad..." I said in awe, reaching out and rubbing his hole.


"That's what decades of toys and good fuckin' dick looks like son. Take it
all in," he said, shaking his hips.


Take it in I did. I dove in at his hole, my mouth immediately clamping on
and suckling. I flicked my tongue into the gape, making Dad jerk a little
and groan in response. I took my fingers and backed away from Dad's hole
and sucking on them, slobbering them up quickly before reaching over and
pushing the three digits into Coach's ready ass to the side of me. I slid
in with ease, and Coach just let a low hum in approval as I went back into
Dad's hole.


"Atta boy, take care of both of us," Coach cooed low and growly, shifting
on his elbows and knees.


We went at it for a while, me doing long slobbery laps over Dad's already
loose ass as I slowly fingerfucked Coach. The two men clenched and released
on me, occasionally leaning over to kiss each other as I readied their
holes. After a few minutes I switched over to Coach, slobbering up his
manpussy while I eagerly rammed and tugged Dad's oversized cunt with my
fingers. Finally, when they both seemed ready, I moved back to Coach and
positioned my rock hard cock, slapping his slit with my meat.


"Oh, I see how it is, son," Dad joked before sliding on his back, sliding
reverse under Coach so Coach's lengthy, slobber soaked pole dangled in my
Dad's face.


"Ahhh, don't take it personally, Tom. Kid's just used to how my ass grips
him. I'll be a good warmup for you," Coach said, shaking his butt, his cock
and balls swinging in my Dad's face as he did.


I just readied myself as they quipped with each other, the tip of my dick
pushing into Coach's soft, warm insides. He moaned as I pushed in, pressing
in almost to the base with relative ease.


"I'll never get tired of this," I said, gripping Coach's wide hips with my
comparatively smaller hands, clenching down on his sweating skin as I
started humping, my cock sliding in and out.


Coach moaned and gripped the fabric of the tent, clenching around my cock
as I eased into fucking him like I usually did.


I couldn't see exactly what was happening below Coach from where I was on
top of him, but from his moans of pleasure it sounded like he was getting
treated good. I took no time to get to pumping, railing his ass harder than
I ever may have before.


"Shit, Brady! What's gotten into you?" he grunted out, even him getting a
little overwhelmed by the speed I was going at.


I heard Dad let out a muffled sound before sliding off and spitting out
Coach's cock, catching his breath. "Well I did!" he said.


Coach chuckled a little. "Ahh, shut up and keep suckin' me off, Tom."


I humped Coach's ass like a rabbit in heat, a wet slap ringing out in the
tent as we made contact again and again. My balls swang heavy and low,
smacking Coach's as I pumped away.


I don't know if my hands were getting sweatier or if Coach was, but either
way, I was losing grip and we were starting to smell even better. I went to
massage his cock before remembering Dad was sucking on it, my Dad's wet
lips touching my hand at the base of Coach's cock. I pulled back and wiped
it on Coach's large back before grabbing his shoulders, going even faster.


Coach grunted and groaned, his knees shaking a little as I jackhammered
him, my own breathing quick and heavy.


"Ohhh fuck me kid, blow your fuckin' load deep in my big fuckin' butt,"
Coach growled.


"You don't have to a-ask me tw-twi... Fuuuck!"


Before I could respond, I slammed in deep into Coach's sloppy crater,
blasting rope after rope of my seed into him. I moaned, mouth open, eyes
rolling back as I unloaded in him. Coach groaned too, his ass clenching on
my cock as he came in my Dad's mouth. I heard Dad choke and grunt a little,
pulling off Coach's dick audibly.


We sat like that for a moment, when I suddenly heard Dad shift from under
Coach, not saying a word. He was moving quickly, like it was urgent. He got
up on his knees and tapped me, motioning with his hand for me to pull out
and move. I did, and before any cum could leak out, Dad grabbed Coach,
pulling his ass in the air and draping his legs over his shoulder.


I may have just came, but I almost gasped in surprise. Coach was no light
man. Dad pulled his hole apart with one hand, gaping it slightly open as
Coach chuckle-groaned, clearly liking the rough handling.


Dad pushed out his lips, and from his mouth came Coach's seed, thick cum
and spittle mixed together. As he pulled apart Coach's already gaped ass,
Coach's own cum slid into his hole, pooling up and around the top.


"Fucking hell, Tom!" Coach said with a laugh, his bull cock still
twitching.


Dad spit the last bit out, holding Coach's ass almost upside down, letting
it run down into him. He slapped Coach's ass, Coach still almost doing a
handstand in front of Dad.


"Hey kid!" Coach yelled, making me perk up. "Go to my bag and pull out the
plug in there!"


I obliged, running to his large backpack and opening the main pouch,
finding an almost comically large buttplug inside. I quickly lubed it and
rushed back, handing it to Dad who positioned it over Coach's hole. He
pushed down, slowly sliding the full length in. Coach moaned in intense
pleasure as it fully popped in, securing itself in his ass.


Dad quickly set Coach down, letting him crumple to the floor, his legs
sprawled, cock and balls laying flat on the floor of the tent. "My fuckin'
God, you two," he said blissfully.


I was looking at him, grinning, when Dad grabbed my face and pulled me in
for a kiss. I melted in to him, our tongues immediately slipping in and
fighting for dominance, slobber coating both of our lower faces.


We made out for quite a while, groaning and grunting as we grinded our
sweaty, sex stinking bodies against each other. Dad's cock didn't quite
dwarf mine, but it definitely shadowed it as he frotted me, our chests
rubbing too.


"I love you, son," he said before gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks
apart.


"I love you too, Dad" I said, doing the same to him and grinning, rubbing
his hole aggressively.


"Mmm," Dad hummed in approval as he spit a small glob of Coach's seed into
my mouth. I swallowed it down immediately, sucking Dad's tongue.


We made out for a bit, our sloppy wet lips locked in battle as we frenched
each other. I could feel my heart about to heat out of my chest as Dad
authoritatively kissed me, almost sucking my tongue like a cock.


The man who raised me slobbering semen into my mouth. My cock twitched in
excitement as I moaned, Dad pulling away, mouth open before spitting the
last glob of semen into mine.


"Alright lover boys, let's get back to it," Coach said over to the side,
now on his back, cock in the air, still plugged tight.


I grinned. "Don't be so greedy, Coach."


"Yeah, David," Dad said. "You can wait your turn again."


Coach raised an eyebrow, cracking a grin as Dad knelt back down on his
elbows and knees. "You know, I like it better when you call me Coach,
Tom. It's sexy."


"Tom, eh? If I recall correctly, you were calling me Daddy back in high
school," Dad cracked back.


I just shook my head, grinning. How was this real?


Dad was at attention on the floor of the tent, wiggling his large ass back
and forth. It was smooth, but not waxed so. A stark contrast to Coach's
slightly hairy ass. The light of the lamp made the sweat across his cheeks
beam and glow.


I dove right in. Dad was already lubed and slobbered up, not to mention
loose as a stretched out rubber band. He moaned as I jabbed in, harshly
digging into his guts with my cock.


"Atta boy, give your dad the work," he said, pushing back on me. "I can
take it."


That go ahead was all I needed. I slapped his ass roughly once, gripped his
hips, and began thrusting wildly, pumping in and out with ease. Dad groaned
in pleasure and Coach whistled in approval.


"Lord, you're such a whore, Tom," Coach said with a shit-eating grin.


Dad just laughed before being cut off by me ramming in almost from tip to
base, making him moan out in a high pitch before biting his lip.


I slapped my Dad's ass again, getting into it. I may have just blown my
load in Coach, but nothing in the world could stop me right now. I was
going to cum until my body gave out.


It went like that for a while, me fucking the shit out of Dad like I had
Coach, his sloppy hole squealching and slurping on my meat as it got worked
out. Dad gripped the fabric of the tent as I rammed him, his breathing
heavy. He would occasionally let out a growl of approval as I jabbed his
prostate, his monster cock twitching below.


Coach sat off to the side, slowly stroking his cock and licking his
lips. He was very clearly just enjoying the show, my seed sloshing around
inside him as me and Dad fucked like animals.


Right as my orgasm started to build, Dad suddenly shifted. "Ok buddy, slow
down," he said.


I obliged, slowing down and pulling out. "Everything okay, Dad?"


Dad rolled onto his side before pushing up off the ground.


"Everything's amazing! I just wanna try something else," he said, a
devilish look in his eye.


I furrowed my brow inquisitively as he motioned for me to lie down. I did,
laying on my back and putting my arms behind my head. Before I could even
ask him what he wanted, he lowered himself down, positioning his ass, now
sporting a fully puffed up mancunt, over my cock. With no hesitation he
slid down, starting to ride me.


I moaned in approval, trying my best not to buck as his sloppy ass started
milking me, his walls warm and wet. He bounced low and hard, his thick
thighs and calves holding him up as he bounced on me.


"Fuckin' hell, Dad!" I groaned, my cock twitching inside him as he slid
slowly from tip to base.


"Well shit," Coach said, standing up. "I can't sit out on this!"


Coach got down on the ground and crawled over to me, planting his face into
my sweaty, hairy pit. I groaned as he began to lick me down, noticeably
huffing in my armpit stink.


Between all the chaos of the night and the constant sexual stimulation, I
had completely neglected the fact I had to piss. I pressed out, my bladder
releasing as Dad kept riding my cock like a bonafide expert.


"Fuckin hell, Brady!" Dad said, grinning as he looked over his shoulder at
me as piss began leaking out of his gaping crater.


As piss started spraying out at every angle, Dad moaning in pleasure as hot
liquid sprayed his guts, Coach quickly moved from my pit, shoving his face
between Dad's ass and my cock, lapping up and catching piss in his
mouth. His tongue wailed wildly, licking all over Dad's ass, my cock, and
the base of my crotch.


I groaned as my piss continued, Dad still bouncing and milking me. Coach
grunted and groaned, trying his best to slurp up what piss he could get,
burrowing his face into my crotch. Slowly, my stream stopped, although not
all of it was out of Dad.


Dad raised up off my cock, standing up, making a gush of my piss splash out
of his ass like a wave. The side of Coach's face was sprayed as he turned,
opening his jaw fully and sticking his tongue out. He swallowed as it
rained down, the last few drips slipping off of Dad's muscled cheeks and
into his open mouth.


Coach crawled back up to me and kissed me, piss on his lips. We frenched,
his sweaty and pissy tongue slipping into my open mouth as Dad started
riding me again, only much harder. As I involuntarily moaned, Coach sucked
my tongue, fully suctioning my mouth shut.


Dad grunted and panted, his ass raising and dropping at a ridiculous rate,
milking me. I was rapidly approaching orgasm, and I was doing my best not
to twitch and spasm as Dad pounded my cock with his big, fat ass.


Coach pulled away from me, drool connecting us. His eyes were filled with
lust as he licked his lips. "Go on boy, pump your Daddy full of cum. Blast
em'."


I moaned, letting myself go as I blew, my second load of the night blasting
in Dad as he full sat down, letting my cum go deep. He wiggled his hips,
grinding down into me, his sloppy cunt lips rubbing on me. My heart was
about to beat out of my chest as I finished, my cock twitching and pulsing
like crazy.


Dad slid up off me, flopping on his side and laughing, clearly out of
breath. I crawled over next to him and patted him on the back before
hugging him.


"Holy fuck, Dad," I said, my voice shaky.

"Yeah, holy fuck," he said before turning to me and kissing me on the lips
again.


For the next hour or so, us three just kept going at it. My hole was worn
out for the night, but those two were experts and could take it like
crazy. We all must've blown three loads each before the night was
over. After every load Coach took, he plugged himself back up, letting
absolutely none of it leak out of his slack pussy. Both of their asses were
completely worn out after a while, pushed out and showing a red rosebud.

"I wanna feel out both of your holes," I said, running my hands up and down
both of their backs.


Dad grinned. "Be my guest, son," he said as he got down on the floor of the
tent on all fours. I knelt down behind him and ran a hand down his asshole,
feeling the puffed out cummy lips in my palm.


Coach knelt down too, his ass facing Dad's, my head between them. I grinned
and started rubbing his too, slipping fingers in and out of both of
them. Their meaty asses splayed open for me, both of their puffed out
mancunts on display.


I leaned in to Dad's hole, wrapping my lips around the edge and began
slurping, rolling my tongue all around the perimeter and into his chasm. He
moaned in pleasure as I rubbed my face, his destroyed cum-coated pussy
smushing against my lips. I kept fingering away at Coach, sliding four
fingers in and out of his pre-moistened ass.


I was still sucking at Dad's hole when I suddenly heard and felt Coach
shift, his legs sliding towards me. I pulled away from Dad, a bridge of
spit connecting my soaked lips to my father's coated ass, seeing Coach's
hole quickly approach me. As he wiggled back, he pressed his back out,
pressing his cunt into my cheek.


I grunted in pleasure and turned, beginning to suckle and tonguefuck his
loose gash as well. I dug my tongue in, sliding it in and out, up and down
his asshole. I tasted saltiness, a mix of our cum and heavy layers of sweat
from today's activities as well as our fucking. Coach groaned in pleasure
and reached back, gripping my face and pulling me in.


That's when I heard Dad chuckle. "Come on Coach, you can't just steal my
boy from me like that," he said.


Dad pressed back too as I turned, and I felt his wet ass press against my
neck, cum glazing me. I groaned in pleasure, feeling those hot lips slide
across my skin. Coach hummed in approval and pressed harder in, sliding
more towards me. Before I knew it, Coach and Dad had pressed my face in
between their two muscular, fat asses, their holes sliding across my face.


I just moaned in pleasure, turning my head back and forth between the two
on my knees, suckling at one for a minute before turning my attention to
the other, pressing my whole face in between their crack. Cum smeared out
of their holes, occasional gurgles of air pressing more of our seeds on to
my face, which was then smeared all over their round cheeks.


"Yeahhhh, get in there Brady. Worship these fuckin' mancunts."


"Yes Sir," I said under my breath, my breathing heavy as my cock throbbed
with pleasure. The musk of their asses overwhelmed my nose as I licked hard
and deep enough to wash off sweat that was already gone.


My cock twitched and as I slurped and munched on the two asses, my mouth
sloppily rubbing all over the loose holes. I felt a glob of cum shoot out
of Dad's hole as he pushed out, warmth flying into my cheek as he grunted
and then let out a small cheer under his breath.


"That's my boy, get that fuckin' spunk all on your face," Dad cooed,
pressing harder into my face, pressing me against Coach's voluptuous ass
and sloppy pussy.


I moaned and suckled more, feeling those wet mancunts in my mouth and on my
cheek. I could tell the two were getting off on this cramming, chuckling as
they mashed their holes all over me.


"You raised a good one, Tom," Coach said, pushing out a burst of air that
sent a glob of cum flying right next to my eye, prompting me to moan.


"I'm proud of my boy," Dad said, pressing into me, squeezing out a fart as
well that rumbled against my face, his gaping hole gurgling out more seed.


I slurped down what cum I could, swishing it around in my mouth and
swallowing as I slurped and rubbed on their holes, the two beefy men's hips
gyrating against me. Dad was pressing back especially hard, pushing and
grinding against my face. I turned towards his hole, the back of my head
smushing into Coach's gaping pussy as Dad's puffed out cunt slid over my
mouth. I sucked hard, sliding my tongue into the crater, just a peek of
rosebud showing as Dad moaned.


"Good boy, suck your dad's hole," he said, squeezing out and grunting,
noisy air bursting into my mouth as more cum splashed out.


I dug in deep, huffing up the smell of his sweaty, spit covered ass as he
grinded against my face. Coach pressed his gaped hole on my neck, his
pronounced rosebud smearing on my skin before he farted, his ass rumbling
against me, cum spewing down my neck. Coach groaned and backed up before
pressing right back on me, my head knocking into Dad's thick ass again.


I was painted in cum, my whole face glazed with our combined seeds. Their
holes were wet, dripping, and warm, a few fist punches away from a
prolapse. As I suckled Dad's hole, savoring the flavor of his cum-soaked
raggedy lips, he grunted and farted again, hot air pushing into my mouth. I
groaned in approval, which only made him and Coach push onto my face
farther. I was completely smothered in beefy man ass.


Finally, they pulled away, leaving me catching my breath. We all flopped
down, cuddled up right on top of each other. It was that cool fall night
weather, where if you sat alone you'd be cold, but with us three together,
we were like pigs in a blanket so to speak.


Dad straddled me from behind, wrapping his legs around me. Coach draped his
arms over me, touching Dad as he hugged my front. We snuggled in as close
as we could, our warm, sweaty, cummy, piggy bodies smearing together.


"Tonight was amazing," I finally said after a few minutes of cuddled
silence.


"God damn right!" Coach said, stroking me tenderly.


I nuzzled into his chest, feeling his chest hair against my cum-globbed
face.


"You do know nothing is going to be the same, right son?" Dad said, petting
me slowly.


"Mhm... I'm happy," I replied, grinning just a little.


"Good," Dad said.


And with that, we closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep, us three men
cuddled together. And Dad was right, after that night, everything changed
for the better.


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And that's it for this one! The process and wait was long, but it's
here. By far the longest thing I've written smut-wise and might possibly
stay that way. This was a blast to write, and I hope you all enjoy it as
much as I did. I know the father/son angle might not be everyone's cup of
tea, and I apologize if it turns anyone away, but expect it to stay in
future parts/chapters.


Speaking of which, there's going to be more parts! I'm planning on fleshing
this out into a full featured story with a progressing plotline and
continued sexy shenanigans. Expect part 3... sometime in the future. I've
learned that promising dates only ends up making it take longer.


P.S., it's only getting raunchier from here.


-


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