Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2007 08:11:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: a dad and his son-18

Luckily we had a table at the back of the restaurant, under the table
hands were going from one crotch to the other, by the end of the dinner
we were all hard and almost bursting out of our jeans.
"Damn, these jeans are really too small for me" the coach said and opened
a few buttons.
"Same problem here!" dad replied.
Both coach his hand an mine went to dad's bulge.
We looked at each-other and grinned.
"Yep, he is telling the truth."
"I think it's time to go home" dad said finally.

Dad and the coach argued a bit as they both wanted to pay the bill.
"Look guys," I said, "the one who pays the bill gets to fuck the other
one."
Quickly dad got hold of the bill and drew his credit card.
"Ah, the things you have to do to get a free dinner!" the coach laughed.

We got up from the table, our bulges were eminent, especially the coach.
His white briefs were pushed out through the fly.
"You can't walk around like that", dad said when the coach got up.
"I know, hang on" he grabbed his cock and pushed it down his leg, he
managed to close the buttons, now he had an obscene bulge at his left leg
of his jeans.
"Better?" he asked, dad and I stared down at his bulge.
"We really need to get home fast" dad said.

As soon as we were home we pulled down our jeans, freeing our hard cocks.
Tongues were rolling out each-others mouths. With our jeans down at our
ankels we pushed our bulges together. Hands going under my shirt, roaming
my body.
Dad finally broke it.
He grinned, "let's get up to the bedroom."
"mmm, good idea" the coach answered.
"Just don't forget who picked up the bill" dad said with a wide grin.

We ran upstairs and jumped into the bed.
I alsmost felt like an intruder, dad and the coach were kissing heavily,
but dad pulled me close and slide his tongue in my mouth, soon I felt the
coach pushing his tongue in too.
I felt my shirt being pulled over my head and my jeans were taking off
too. After a few minutes we were all naked.

The coach got on al fours and dad placed himself behind him, aiming his
cock for the coach's ass opening.
With my hands on dad's ass, I pushed him. The coach gave a loud groan as
dad's cock head entered him.
I went on my back and manoeuvred myself under the both of them, licking
dad's balls and cock.
Slowly dad pushed his cock further in. Drops of coach's pre-cum landed on
my face while I licked dad's pole till it got completely in.
Dad started to fuck the coach, I moved to the coach cock, and opened my
mouth wider. The coach cock slided in, with each thurst dad made, the
cock got deeper in my throat.
Dad fucked him hard with long strokes, the coach was panting, his cock
moving rapidly in my mouth their balls brushing my face.
I let go of coach cock and licked my way over his balls to dad's.
I took them in my mouth, carefully sucking them.
Dad moaned loudly, I let them slip out, licking from his balls to his
crack.
His crack was now sweaty, I run my tongue between his cheeks, every time
he pulled back my tongue slipped into his warm ass.
"Oh, yes, fuck me!" the coach shouted.
Dad picked up speed, and was now really banging the coach, his sack flew
back and fro.
I knew dad liked to be fucked so I changed my position, getting behind
dad, holding my hard cock, when dad moved back my cock head entered his
sphincter.
Dad let out a groan as my cock entered him, I pushed myself forward so my
entire cock went up his ass.
"Oh, fuck!" dad called out.
I pushed forward, fucking him deeper, making him penetrate the coach even
deeper. I felt dad's ass contract around my cock, his breathing became
heavier till he let out a load moan. I felt he was shooting his cum into
the coach hot ass. I kept on fucking him, dad was moaning like a mad man
now.
I felt like I was going to shoot too, but dad pushed me off him.
He pulled out of the coach and quickly stepped aside. He grabbed my cock
and guided me towards to open ass of the coach, with his hands on my ass
he pushed me in.
Hell, I am fucking the coach!
I had been close anyway, maybe it was the thought, or maybe dad tongue
going up and down my crack, but there was no way I could stop it, I felt
my sperm boiling in my balls, rushing though my shaft. I roared and
spurted my cum into the warm and moist ass of the coach.
The coach gave a yell too, I felt his body contract, he too was now
shooting his load.
Dad had my balls in his mouth, tenderly chewing on them, as they emptied
their seed into the coach.
Carefully I withdrew my cock, dad was there to lick it clean, then his
mouth moved to coach his ass. The coach squeezed out the cum of dad and
myself, dad swallowed it all.

We kissed goodnight and fell asleep.

I woke as first, dad's boner pushing against my ass.
I withdrew the covers carefully, and turned around. Between dad's legs I
could see the head of coach's hard cock pushing dad's balls forward.
Slowly I started to stroke my own morning hard-on. This was such a hot
sight, my bladder could wait a few minutes.
I kissed dad's cock head, and went down with my tongue over his shaft.
Licking my way over his balls till I touched coach's cock with my tongue.
The coach, still asleep gave a grunt and pushed his crotch forward. More
of his cock came in view. I burried my nose deep in dad's bush, smelling
his hot scent, a mixture of sweat, cum and muskus. His cock brushed
against my face, I opened my mouth and sucked in his cock. My hand went
between his legs and started to stroke the coach.
I carefully listened at dad's breathing, he was still asleep, but moaning
softly as his cock touched the back of my throat.
"Make my cock wet" the coach said softly all of a sudden.
I let go of dad and looked up, the coach looked at me and placed his
index finger before his lips.
He lifted dad's leg up, giving me space to lick his cock.
"Shhh, don't want to wake him, do we" he coach hissed.
"Yeah, that's it" the coach said as he placed a large blob of saliva on
the head.
He held dad's leg in the air and got his wet cock in position.
The coach winked at me and pushed forward.
Dad gave a low grunt as the coach pushed himself into dad.
Dad's eyes opened, I quickly changed position, with my cock against his
lips, I pushed in the moment he opened his mouth to say something.
For a second dad looked panicked, dad pushed his cock all the way in, at
the same moment I pushed my cock all the way in, dad gagged, but soon
relaxed and enjoyed the special wake up he received.
"Yeah, man, suck your son, while I plow your ass!" the coach shouted and
slapped dad hard on his buttocks.
The coach was fucking dad hard, dad body moved with every thrust the
coach made, I didn't have to move my hips, dad's body was moving so fast.
Coach was still holding dad's leg up in the air, with his other hand he
got hold of dad's dripping cock and started to wank him vigourly.
This was all getting so hot, dad moaning loudly, sucking hard on my cock,
my balls slapping his chin, the coach shouting to suck me harder, I knew
I would not stand this any longer.

I felt dad's hand on my ass, locking my cock deep in his throat. Dad let
out some muffled moans, his body flexed, I looked down at his cock, thick
white globs of cum erupted of his cock, the coach kept on milking him. I
grabbed dad's ears, gave a cry and emptied my balls in his mouth.
"Oh, fuck yes!" coach screamed.
His mouth opened, but no sound came from it, he closed his eyes, his face
in a grimace, his body flexed.

At last he let dad's leg drop and rested back on the bed, I too let
myself fall back.
Dad was still breathing heavily, weeping the away the sweat from his
face.
The coach gave dad a big kiss, then moved to me and kissed me too.
"Wow, guys, what a way to wake up!"
Dad put his arms around the coach and me, "you know, I wouldn't mind do
this every morning."
He looked into coach eyes as waiting for an answer.
"Better then a alarm clock!" I said quickly, kissed both dad and the
coach and got up.

While I was pissing in the bowl, dad walked in and started to piss too.
"Dad?", I asked while I looked down at the two streams "what you said
just now, do you mean that you want the coach to live with us?"
For a second dad did not respond, I shoke off the last drops.
Dad finished too, "sorry, Steve, I should have blurred that out, guess it
was the heat of the moment. Go on, have a shower, I will prepare
breakfast."

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Me and my big mouth.
As Steve got into the shower I put on my robe and walked down to the
kitchen. To be honest, yes, I loved Paul, would love to have him living
with me. But I shouldn't have said that, afterall Steve lived here too.
Maybe he was afraid that he would be second, but that would never be the
case, Steve was my son, my own flesh and blood.
I put on the coffee and made some toast.
Steve came down, wearing jeans and a fresh tee shirt, his short hairs
still a bit damp.
I heard the shower turned on again.
He looked a bit worried. I had to smile, he looked so handsome, I quickly
walked over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.
"Forget it Steve, it's you and me first, you know that."
I pulled him closer, he smelled of soap, I closed my eyes as he hugged me
tighter.
"Sure dad", our lips touched for a moment, then our tongues met, the kiss
lasted long. We pulled apart as we heard foorsteps on the stairs.