Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 12:56:40
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Game of Doubles

Game of Doubles (mm, mt, incest)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual
material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read
no further.

If you have comments, send them to billdrake@hotmail.com.


Game of Doubles

Matt Carson felt his big dick flop as he slid on a tight jockstrap up his
meaty thighs. Man was he horny - the eighteen-year-old jock always felt
horny - but since he'd just jacked a good load, his dick wasn't hard.
Still, the flaccid prick was still quite a challenge to stuff into the
pouch of the jockstrap.

He grabbed a pair of soccer shorts and slid them on. Man, the thin material
felt great against his smooth bubble butt. He was half tempted to rip off
his shorts and jerk off again, but he didn't have time. He had to meet his
best friend Brad White for a doubles game of tennis.

Brad was another player on the football team. As a center he was a little
bigger and beefier than Matt's trim and muscular quarterback body, and Matt
could scarcely look at the brown-haired blue eyed stud without throwing a
massive hardon. Fortunately the boys had discovered the joys of good, hard
mandick and of a nice, rough fuck that only another man can provide. The
two jocks were dicking each other all the time, and had their whole senior
year to look forward to.

It seemed they had everything. They were popular and could get dates
anytime they felt the need to "cover." Both were doing OK in school and it
looked like Brad might even get a pretty decent scholarship for college.
The two jocks were best of friends and between them, shared everything.

Except for one thing. Matt's father. It had all happened accidentally. Matt
had just gotten out of the shower one day and had only a towel wrapped
around his waist. He was bending down getting a soda out of the fridge
while his father, Jim, reached above him to grab something out of the
freezer. Matt moved back and accidentally bumped into his father. Then he
felt it. It was big and long and hard. Even through the towel and his dad's
suit, he could feel the hardon poking his asscheeks. Neither man could move
or speak. Finally, Matt could contain himself no more and began to grind
his butt gently against his dad's crotch. Jim put his hand on Matt's sinewy
back and began caressing the naked, muscular flesh. With his other hand, he
unzipped his fly and pulled out a monster cock that flared like a cobra
ready to attack. He lifted his son's towel and rubbed his dickhead up and
down the crack between the perfect melon buns. The teenage hairs in Matt's
crack tickled his father's cock and made pearly drops of precum ooze out
the end.

Jim pushed against Matt's anus. The sphincter wouldn't give way, so Jim
grabbed a bottle of oil from the refrigerator shelf and poured some on his
engorged cock. The liquid was cool and thick at first, but as he stroked
his shaft, the oil heated up and coated the full length of his manhood. He
placed it back at the hole and pushed into Matt's tight ass. He couldn't
believe how hot his son's jockpussy was. "Aw, fuck me dad, that feels so
good. I never want to feel that dick leave my ass."

"Don't worry, son, it won't" he replied.

So father and son had been fucking nonstop for the last year. Matt never
told Brad about it of course, but had to make up excuses why the two
couldn't fuck on some nights. Matt couldn't believe his luck, being able to
fuck and be fucked by the hottest men he could imagine every day, afternoon
and night.

But keeping them from knowing about the other meant that on days like today
meant he had to play it cool around both. Every Saturday the tennis game
was a routine that he and his father had. They met Brad and his father and
played a good game of tennis before getting a late breakfast. Sometimes it
would be fathers against sons. Other times the Carsons against the
Whites. Or they would mix it up, pairing Brad with Matt's father and vice
versa.

Today's game was of the last variety. Jim and Brad played Matt and Brad's
father Jack. Matt could hardly concentrate on the game. A wave of horniness
swept over him and all he could think about was how hot Brad's dad was.
Jack had pretty much the same build as his own father - a very developed
adult and masculine body - and was a couple inches taller so he really
seemed to command attention when he walked. He couldn't help but stare at
Jack's powerful back, with its bulging lats and delts that swelled anytime
he hit the ball; firm, round hamstrings; and big, knotty calves.  Best of
all was his butt. Big, firm, powerful - hardon heaven. Matt wondered what
it would be like to crawl between those cheeks and eat Brad's father's ass
out.

After their game, the men retired to the showers. Matt was excited to look
at Jack's naked body up close. He was especially taken aback by the big
dick flapping between the man's thighs and the hairy crack between the
firm, round cheeks. He didn't think he would be able to keep his dick down,
but somehow he did. But when Jim suggested they go into the sauna, he knew
he was in trouble.

The four crawled into the empty sauna and sat down on their towels. They
felt the heat and steam envelop their tired bulging muscles and sweat begin
to pour down their bodies. It felt so good for all of them, and they began
to relax into the silence.

When Matt saw Jack's dick extend out a bit between those meaty thighs, he
felt a surge of lust. Immediately, his own cock swelled to a towering eight
inches. He tried to sit still and think of something else to make his cock
go back down, but it was of no use. When he looked back, Jack's dick was
fully hard, making a formidable erection that reached up to the man's
sternum. Jack's eyes were staring piercingly into Matt's. The fucker was
getting hard staring at him.

Now Matt's jock dick was at full attention. He felt something warm and wet
on it. He looked down and his dad was going down on him! He relished the
warmth of his father's mouth, a feeling so familiar yet in this situation
it excited Matt to have his dad suck him off while his best friend and
fuckbuddy's dad watched.

Jack now had his powerful arm around his boy's shoulders. His hand hung
down and would occasionally play with his son's nipple. Both Brad and Jack
looked on in excitement as Jim swallowed the full length of his son's hard
prick. They turned to each other and met in a hard kiss.

Matt blew his wad down his dad's throat. Jim always knew how to bring his
son off, and Matt was so worked up watching his friend make out with his
own father he just let loose with a major load. Jim lapped up every drop of
cream and swallowed his son's jism.

Brad and Jack were still in a deep french, as Brad's hand grasped his
father's cock and was stroking it up and down. Matt got up off the bench
and walked over to Jack. Facing his father, he started to lower himself
onto Jack's big, wet cock. It stretched his ass like never before and it
felt like heaven. He felt Jack's two strong hands grasp his hips and lift
his frame up and down off and on his dick.

Meanwhile, Jim stood up and pushed his hard dadcock into Brad's face. The
young athlete began eagerly licking up and down the length of the firm
cock. He tasted the spongy cockhead as it entered his mouth. He was
savoring the salty-sweet cockjuice collecting at the tip, but Jim's
insistent hand soon pressed on the back of his head, driving more dickmeat
down Brad's throat.

Jack's cock spasmed in Matt's quarterback ass. Matt was shooting as well
and the contractions of the kid's asswalls on his prick was making Jack
shoot hard. He'd already emptied what must have been a quart of hot dadcum
into Brad's ass this morning, but now it was like his dick was spurting
cream for the first time in months.

Brad now sucked hard at Jim's sweet asshole. It opened up slightly and he
could detect the distinct taste of fresh mancum. As his tongue fucked in
and out of Jim's slick hole, Jim's massive cock erupted, sending shower
after shower of hot sperm all over his son and over Jack, whose hardon was
still nestled deep up between the jock's asscheeks.

Jim was still shooting when Brad's cockmeat shoved hard and fast up his
ass. The boy was on the verge of coming and impatient. He began a full-on
fuck that had Jim shooting his seed higher and higher into the air, unable
to control the wonderful orgasm as his son's best friend pounded his
prostate.

That day was just the beginning of a new friendship between the Carson and
the Whites.