Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 02:48:31 EST
From: Wolf904776@aol.com
Subject: Coach Wilks and my Dad.   Part 4

This is a fictional  story.  All the characters are fictional and are base on
a fantasy of  mine.  If you are less than 18 years old or sensitive to this
kind  material, then I would encourage you to seek out some "G" rated area
where there  is such type of material.  What you are about to read is for adult
entertainment only.

Coach Wilks and my  Dad.   Part 4

As Brian regain some control  of himself, he found his father had almost
passed out, his head was resting  against the wall.  His eyes were close, and his
breathing was still  labor.  His arms hung limp as if they were limbs of flesh
with no  movement.

"Dad...  Dad..." he tried  to arouse him.

"Hay, Bud," his father reply  in a low tone.

"Are you ok?" Brian  asked.

"As you see, I am feeling  somewhat `punk.'  I'm not a young man as I was
once," John told his  son.

Brian realized that his  father must have cum as he had done earlier.  For
John being with his son  was more powerful than he expected.  On top of that,
the shower also  contributed to his climax.

Brian could feel that a good  portion of his father's cock was still in him

John looked into his son's  eyes in a soft way.  Part of him felt satisfy
that he had given his son his  own seed; the seed that formed him in his mother's
womb.  Another part of  him was looking at Brian in a tenderly way.  The way
his son tried to  determine whether his father was ok; the way he was concern
for his father's  welfare and not for his own.

"Dad are you..." Brian tried  to ask him but he was cut off.

"Sh.......  Just relax.  Trust me, I'm ok" John told his son in a soft voice.

With that, John wrap one arm  around his son, with the other, he gently
guided his son's head back to his  shoulder.  For John, this moment was precious.
He knew the time with  him was would be coming to an end.

After a while, they both sat  there under the cascading water.  John knew he
had to get up.  His  butt was feeling sore sitting on the floor of the shower.

"Bud, help you old man  up.  My ass is killing me," he told Brian.

Brian unwrap his legs that  were around his father.  As he tried to stand, he
could feel his father's  cock slowly withdrawing from him.  Part of Brian
wanted so much to keep his  father inside of him as long as possible.  When he
was able to stand, he  looked at his father.  He extended both of his arms out
to him and helped  him up.

John was still woozy from  his ejaculation.  When Brian realized that his
father was not himself, he  told his father to brace himself against the wall.
He took the bar of soap  and began to wash his father.  Some part of Brian knew
that this was not a  moment to take advantage of him.  He washed his father's
back, legs, and  his ass without forcing himself into his hole.  Then Brian
told his father  to turn around so he could wash his father's face, chest, and
groin.  He  made sure his cock was well clean.  When he was done, he quickly
washed  himself.  Once he was done, he took his father and gently guided him to
the  toilet.  There he put down the cover on the sit, placed a towel on top
of  the cover, and made his father sit down.  Once he was sitting, he dried his
 father off as well as himself.  When both were finish, Brian took his
father to his bedroom and made him lie on the bed.  He cover him and  quickly went
to the other side.  He lay next to his father, brought him  close to him.
John roll next to his son, put one arm around him and lay  his head on his chest.
 For Brian, this was like a dream.  Friday  night began by both eating pizza
and beer.  By nighttime, his father had  sucked him so hard that all his life
force, all his energy had ejected with such  force that left Brian drain of
energy.  Now his father had fucked him in  the shower both of them were spend
and drain of energy.

Brian took his father, he  wrap one arm around him with the other he gently
caress his father's head and  back.  He could feel that his father's cock was
laying next to him; limp  and soft.  Most of all, he was well aware he had his
father in his arm,  naked.  For Brian he could only smile.

As day light broke through  the window, John realized what happen.  He looked
at this son.  He  laid there all spread out with no cover over his naked
body.  He could see  how the light played with his son's soft fur.  At one angle,
his fur turns  to a carpet of gold.  At another angle, it seems to beckon him
to run his  finger through each curl of hair.  Most of all, John for a moment
looked at  his son with such admiration, such love he had for him.  He never
imagine  or conceive that he and his son could ever be so close that they would
share  each other.

John slowly got up and made  his way to the bathroom.  He did not wake up
Brian but let him sleep.   When he was done in the bathroom, he did not bother to
dress, but stayed  naked.  On his way down, he could feel the freedom that
his body was  experiencing.  The way his cock sway with each step he took.  The
way  his balls hanged and bounced off his leg with each step he had taken.
For  him, he was enjoying this freedom.

When Brian woke up, he  realized that his father was not lying next to him.
He sprinted out of his  bed, when to the bathroom and then to his parent's
bedroom.  He could not  find him in either room.

"Dad...?"  He called out  to him.

"I am in the kitchen Brian,"  he yell out to his son.

Brian came down as he had in  the past.  Three steps at a time.  Things
throughout the house shook  when he came galloping down the stairs.  He saw his
father was standing  naked with a cup of coffee in his hand.  He came over to his
father and  wrap his arms around him.

"For a moment I though  something happen to you" he told his father.

"What made you think such a  thing" he asked Brian.

"After last night, I was  worry," he told his father.

"Last night..." John drifted  off in thought. "Last night, there was a lot of
cum in me.  When I came,  well you know how it feels.  For me, having you in
my arms, the shower, the  moment, all of that it was powerful for me" he tried
to explain to his  son.

Brian kiss his father on the  lips and then step back.  Both of them looked
each other and  smiled.

"I like what you are wearing  dad.  It fits you," Brian said to his father
in a smirk type of  way.

"Don't be a wise guy.   Why don't you wash up and get ready for breakfast.
Afterwards we need to  do some errands," John told his son.

"By the way, do you want a  hot cereal or cold for breakfast" John asked his
son.

"Hot.  Make sure Mr.  Peter doesn't get burn" Brian told his father.

John took a kitchen towel,  bunched it up, and threw at his son.

"Get out of here and wash  up" he yell to his son.

When Brian finished in the  bathroom he came down to have breakfast.  Both
men did not dress that  morning.  They ate their meal sitting next to each
other.  Even their  legs pressed against each other.  All that morning they talked,
told each  other what it was like to have the other.  What it was like feel
each  other.  Most of all what it was like to love the other in such a way that
 it was new for both of them.  They didn't bother to bring up into the
conversation the future and what it was like to have Brian's mother, John's wife
back into their lives.  Both of them knew that this moment was just for  them,
for each other.  They wanted to enjoy as much as possible with out  the
worries about the future.

When they finish, they wash  what they used and made sure the kitchen was
left spotless.

"We better get started," he  told his son.

"Why don't we just stay home  and do it tomorrow?" he asked his father.

His father replies,  "Because, if we do it now, we can have the next day and
those precious moments  for our self.  You know I hate to procrastinate and
leave things to the  last moment."

"I just wanted..." he said to  his father.

"Trust me in what I am about  to say to you.  You will have me later more
than once.  And when I am  finish with you, you will sleep it off for more than
eight hours" John told his  son.

Brian blushed, that part of  him knew that what his father promised he will
not renegade on it.

They both went upstairs and  dressed in their casual clothing.  When Brian
was finish, he found his  father making a list what he needed to get, and what
the house needed for both  of them.  They survey the kitchen and incorporated
into their list what  grocery they had to get.

All that morning they talk,  laugh, and simply enjoyed themselves.  Couple of
John's friends asked how  Pat was doing.  He told them that she had her
surgery and she was doing  well considering what might happen if she did not have
the operation.  At  one point, both men were shopping for groceries when they
bump into Coach  Wilks.

"Ted!"  John greeted  his friend.

"John" Ted return his  greeting.

"You know my son Brian?" he  introduced his son to Ted.

"Brian is one of my pupils  that I have the pleasure of teaching some of my
acquire knowledge" he told  John.

For Brian, he felt  awkward.  Here he was between two men.  At his left was
the man he had  sex in the shower after his baseball practice.  To his right
was his father  who last night gave him more than he could ever expect himself.
Both men  had cum in Brian.  Both were not aware of each other's actions.  If
 Coach Wilks said anything to John, Brian could not explain to his father.
He also feared that he would loose the relationship he had forged with his
father.  The only thing he could do was to stand there and listen to their
conversation both were having.

As Ted excuse himself and  left John and Brian to do their shopping, Brian
was relieve that nothing was  mention.

All that day they made their  way from one store to the next.  Picking what
was needed as well as what  John needed for himself.

When they came home, they  unloaded the car and pile everything in the
kitchen.  When they were  finish, John told his son that he needed do couple things
in his study before he  could start lunch for both of them.  He told Brian if
he wanted to, to take  a nap or pud around the house until he was finish.
Brian decided to head  up stairs and take a nap for a while.

When John was finish, he  headed into the kitchen.  He did not know whether
to make sandwiches or  soup for both of them.  He also notices that he was
quite alone.   There was no sign of his son anywhere downstairs.

As he headed upstairs and  into his son's room, he saw that, his son took his
advice and took a nap.   He laid there all spread out on his belly.  Not one
of his covers covered  him.  He enter his room and sat on the edge of his bed.
 He was  mesmerized at the sheer beauty seeing his son naked.  He could not
explain  it.  There was something beautiful seeing his son naked.  His back all
 soft and smooth.  His legs, all cover with hair from his thighs down to his
feet.  Those mounts of his white as alabaster, round, muscular, and well
define beckoning to be touch and to be open.  He eyed each part of his  son's
back and legs.  He wanted to touch him.  Most of all he wanted  more than just
look.

John could feel something in  him taking over.  The more he looked at his son
lying there, the more he  wanted him.  That part of him nudge him to take a
chance and do it.   Go for it.  He could feel that inner part of himself
shifting as if a  hunger more powerful was being turn on.  His heart raced.  His
could  feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body.  His own manhood
began to come alive.  Getting thicker, longer, and harder in the  confinement
of his pants.  Those mounts of his son enticed  him.

He never stop looking at his  son.  Slowly and without making any noise, he
got up and began to remove  his clothing.  First were his shoes and socks.
Then his pants and  underwear.  Lastly was his shirt and tee shirt.  He just
stood  there.  His heart raced as if he was about to do something dangerous,
illegal.  He wanted him, he desired him.  Most of all, he wanted to  savor those
mounts his son has.  To pry them open, to taste them, to eat  them.  Another
part of his body was talking to him, his cock.  He  wanted to have that feeling
of a well custom glove fits on one's hand.   Perfectly fitting around each
finger.  Comforting, keeping him warm.   For John his son's ass was more than a
glove, it was how his ass wrap it self  around his cock.  How each muscle held
him, stimulated him, how warm and  wet it was as he penetrated deeper and
deeper.  His mind was not saying  this to John, but his own cock, his penis was
nudging him to take a chance and  go for it.

When he stood at the foot of  Brian's bed, he began to caress his son's
thigh, his legs.  He gently and  carefully with out waking him, he spread them
open exposing his inner  thighs.  He could see that even there, his soft fur
cover that part of his  body.  He could feel his breathing becoming more rapid,
faster.  His  heart was pumping even faster.  He was not thinking if he should
do this or  not.  All that was going in him, he wanted to pry those mounts and
have his  way with them.

By now, John did not need to  jerk himself.  His cock was almost hard, so
engorged with blood that it was  thick that he could not stand it any longer.  He
wanted to penetrate his  son.  He wanted to invade him even against Brian's
will.

As he slowly caressed his  son's leg with both hands, he carefully lay
between them.  He began to  caress his mounts.  Feeling them, exploring them,
feeling the texture of  the soft fur that covers them.  He lean forward and sniff
them.  There  was a scent of musk, but not of scat.  He caress each mount
simultaneously  as if he was massaging them.  He then cup his hands, using his
thumbs, he  began pry them open.

By now, Brian woke up  realizing what was going on.  With out stirring, he
allow his father to  continue.   He could feel his father between his legs.  He
could  also feel his father slowly and carefully prying his ass open.

John never had done this in  his life even when he and his friend in college
had sex.  For John this was  something new.  Yet something in him was
beckoning at him to explore and  take a chance.  He lean forward and began to explore.
 At first, he  smell his son's hole.  Then, with the tip of his tongue began
to explore  the texture of his inner mounts.  The way each follicle was press
against  the wall of the muscle.  He could feel that even in here, Brian's
hole was  well kept; dry and clean.  He used his cheeks to savor each mount
rubbing  his stubbles against the wall.  He then took a chance, began to explore
that hole where once his cock penetrated.  He tasted it; trace the
circumference of it with the tip of his tongue.  He could only feel the  resistance of
those involuntary muscles.  Denying him entrance, but he  persisted.

By now, Brian had closed his  eyes.  He could feel his whole body coming to
life once again.  His  heart raced, his mind was being flooded with more
sensations, feelings that he  had never experience.  Moans after moans escaped his
lips flooding the room  with vibration of someone who was in pleasure.  He
could feel his father's  stubbles rubbing against his ass.  Most of all, there was
one area that his  father stubbles was rubbing against; that area leading
from his hole to his  testicles. Every time John's stubble grazed that spot,
chills was send into  Brian's brain.

By now, John was becoming  more aggressive.  Some part of him wanted to
invade his son's hole, enter  him, pry him loose.  He forced his tongue into him.
It was like he  was raping his son with his tongue.  He squeezed each mount,
feeling each  muscle as they were in conflict with his hands.

Brian could not control  himself.  That part of him wanted to keep his father
out of him; the  involuntary part tried its best to prevent John from
invading him.  With  every try of John's tongue, Brian's body responded as to clamp
down preventing  his father from further intrusion.  That part of Brian was
being  overwhelmed.  His brain was being fed new pleasure, new sensation.   Slow
he gave in to what his father was giving him, pure pleasure, pure  ecstasy.
Brian could feel his father invading him.  He also could  feel his father's
hand prying mounts open like as if his hands were vises.   The soreness and pain
his cheeks were feeling mixed with the pleasure of his  tongue; it was a
cocktail that was very addictive.

For a while John's hand kept  his son's mount open, forcing his whole face
on his ass.  His nose rested  on the inner thighs and his whole mouth seems to
be sucking on Brian's  hole.

John was lost.  Part of  him wanted to penetrate his son with his tongue.
Another part of him could  not get enough.  He was enjoying his son, this new
feeling, this new  sensation.  Another part of him was in control, his cock.  He
could  feel that desire to fuck him real hard no matter what.

All of sudden John got to  his knees and laid on top of his son.  By now he
could not think who he  was.  He could not tell you what was right or what was
wrong.  He was  at that place where primal drives took over, where the animal
in him took  control.  Right now, he wanted to fuck his son.  He wanted to
feel his  ass around his cock, and drive his cock so deep that he would deposit
his cum in  that spot where it was hot and wet.

As he lifted off his son's  ass, he grabbed his tool that resemble something
from an animal farm.  His  cock had become more than a cock; it was beastly,
thick, heavy, hard, and  long.  A tool that could give pleasure, at the same
time it could tare you  apart.  It was a cock that if one looks at it, one might
think of a  horse.  This cock was John's cock, the cock that delivered his
sperm into  his wife to create his son.  Now his cock wanted the comfort of Brian
's  ass.  The feeling of those muscles clamping down as it made its way
deeper into Brian.  The sheer pleasure it receive as its master  undulate his body
to drive it deeper and deeper, sending waves after waves of  pleasure.  John
could not overwrite that part of himself.  He was  driven; he was under its
control

As John guide his cock to  Brian's hole, he could only think that soon his
own cock would feel the pleasure  of his son's ass.

"AGH...Dad it too much" Brian  screamed out.

John could not hear his  son.  His thinking was under his primal drive.

"AGH..." Brian screamed  out.

As he pushed his cock deeper  into his son, he allowed his weight to pin his
son in place.  That part of  him did not want his son to break loose.  He only
wanted to go deeper and  deposit his cum.

"Dad, you are hurting  me.  AGH..." Brian tried to stop him.

By now John was in that  place where he could not distinguish right from
wrong.  He began to  undulate his body so his cock could go in and out.  He did
not take all his  cock out of his son, he only lifted his hip off his son, and
then slammed down  with force.  As he slam Brian, Brian tried clamp down his
muscles of his  ass trying to prevent his father from going deeper.  But his
action cause  John to drive his cock harder.  He could feel Brian's hole being
hot and  wet.  His hole squeezing his cock to a point that it became even larger
and  thicker.

By now, John was  in a  frenzy state.  The only thing he wanted was to
ejaculate all he had in  him.  Pour all his cum into his son.  As pressure built up
in him, he  undulate his body faster and harder.  Slamming even harder into
his  son.

"Agh..." he yell  out.

Tears streamed from  Brian.  Pain was too overwhelming for him.  There was no
pleasure, but  pain.

All of sudden, John  froze.  He took one large breath, and he felt as if his
cock was being  pierce with a hot stab that he could not control.  His cum was
so hot that  pain seared his brain.  Ropes of cum ejaculated out of him with
such force  that it was overwhelming, part of him felt as his cock was about
to split  open

Not one breath flow into  John's lungs.  He was motionless.  The only he
could do was to lay  there on top of his son.  The pain he was feeling as cum spew
into his  son's ass was too much for him.

Brian could not feel his  father moving.  He was worry.  He had realized when
he and father were  in the shower, his father almost passed out.  The only he
could feel was  his father's breathing down on him.

"Dad...Dad...Are you ok?" he  asked.

John had closed his  eyes.  He was trying to regain some part of himself.

When he came to, realize  what he had done.  He got off his son.  As he did
his cock was still  semi-hard woozing cum.  He could not look at his son.  He
couldn't  even tell him I'm sorry.

His moral side knew what  happen.  He had forced himself into his son and
took advantage of  him.  That part of him felt guilty.

When he realized what he had  done, he ran into the bathroom and stood under
the showerhead wanting to wash  away his guilt, his sin, his behavior down the
drain.

When Brian got up, he saw  how much cum had spill out of him.  He was woozing
cum from his hole.   What had concern him was his father's state of mind.  He
did not know what  happen to him.

When he went into the  bathroom, he saw his father under the shower.  He also
heard him  crying.  He went to him, but his father told him to leave him
alone.   Brian did not want to leave him alone.

"Dad talk to me, please talk  to me" Brian pleaded with his father.

He could only see that his  father was in distress.  He saw him crying trying
to wash something off of  him.

He came close to his dad,  cup his face, and begged him to tell him what was
going on.

"Dad, please tell me what is  going on," he pleaded again with his father.

"I'm sorry, please forgive  me, please forgive me" he begged his son.

He stood there with tears  mixing with the shower.  Brian could see that what
he and his father had  done was too much for him.

"Forgive you for  what?"  Brian asked of his father.

"I...I..." he was trying to take  responsibility but he could not form his
words.

"I saw you there, laying on  the bed.  That part of me saw you and for some
unknown reason wanted  you.  More than that, I did not care if I hurt you.  The
only thing I  wanted was force myself into you at any cost.  Even at the cost
of your  health" he told his son.

John stood there his hands  over his face.  He cried.  Echoes of his crying
bounced off the  wall.

Brian on the other hand did  not see what happen between them as anything
else but sex.

Brian came forward took his  father in his arm and brought him close to him.
His father grab his son  and held on to him.  He put his head on his shoulder
and cried.  They  both stood there.  Brian held his father, as his father
cried his own guilt  down the drain.

For Brian, he could only  feel more love for his father.

Part 5 will come  soon.