Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2014 19:04:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Davey's Family Holidays: Davey's MLK Celebration (gay/incest)

This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any
similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't
read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you,
or if you're not interested in grown sons fucking around with their dads
and other grown men. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for,
here it is...


DAVEY'S MLK CELEBRATION

One of the things I was most grateful for during my senior year was that
Mr. Wilson had replaced Mrs. Johnson as my calculus teacher right before
Christmas. Okay, I was just as grateful that I'd learned the married
Mr. Wilson loved man-sex as much and I did.

Mr. Wilson's favorite activity was to be fucked long and hard, and I
indulged those needs as often as he could arrange to get away to play with
me, my friend Larry, our two dads, and my grandpa. But after a long day at
school, where calculus was my final class of the day, the safest and
quickest way to satisfy our mutual horniness was a quick no-nonsense
blowjob. I would stay casually after class and wait for the rest of the
students to leave. Mr. Wilson would then lock the door and lean back
against it to be serviced.

On the Friday before Martin Luther King weekend, however, I needed
Mr. Wilson's cock so bad I couldn't wait. As soon as that classroom door
clicked shut, I rushed toward him, dropped my books on his desk, fell to my
knees, shoved him back into his desk chair, fumbled urgently with his belt,
button, and zipper, reached quickly into his underwear, and pulled out his
cock, which I needed desperately.

"Let me lock the door, Davey," Mr. Wilson protested.

"I can't wait," I moaned, giving his cock gentle pulsing squeezes to work
it into the desired state of erectness.

"I can't afford to get caught," he objected.

"Then you'd better fill my mouth with cum as fast as you can," I laughed,
sliding my mouth over his cock head and clamping my lips around the
increasingly hard and thick shaft.

"Oh fuck," Mr. Wilson moaned, and I felt his body relax into the job I was
doing on his cock. "That's a boy, Davey. Suck my hard teacher cock. Oh
yeah, you're definitely one student who knows how to earn your extra
credit."

Mr. Wilson was casually running his hands through my hair as I bobbed up
and down on his cock and covered it with saliva, but his hands seized my
hair in a painful clutch when the knob of the classroom door turned and the
door opened slightly.

"What? Oh, no, there's no basketball practice tonight," said the intruder
at the door. From the voice and the comment, it was obviously Coach
Jackson. "Enjoy your Martin Luther King weekend."

That little exchange gave Mr. Wilson just enough time to swivel around in
his chair with me still between his thighs and roll forward to pin me under
the desk. He quickly began shuffling papers as if he was actually
working. I froze and listened.

"Hey, Lance," Coach Jackson said. "Glad I caught you."

"What? I...." Mr. Wilson sounded a bit panicked, so I quickly gave his cock
a hard squeeze, which seemed to bring him to his senses. "What can I do for
you, Roger?"

"I just wanted to invite you to my house on Monday afternoon for a
barbecue," Coach replied.

"You're having a big MLK celebration?" To reward Mr. Wilson for the
smoothness with which he was now handling the situation, I slowly slid my
mouth back onto his cock and began to bob slowly and quietly.

"Nothing major," Coach replied. "Just a small celebration by the only black
family in town," he laughed.

"Just some fried chicken and watermelon?" Mr. Wilson laughed. I was shocked
at the comment and squeezed Mr. Wilson's balls to show my disapproval. His
laugh turned to a surprised cough.

"Fuck you, Lance," Coach laughed back. "I ain't sharing my best fried
chicken and watermelon with white trash like you. You'll get bologna
sandwiches and be glad of it." The lighthearted manner in which this
response was given let me know that this was just light banter between two
friends, so I relaxed my grip on Mr. Wilson's balls and got on with sucking
his cock, which was now producing an appreciable quantity of deliciously
sweet precum.

"In that case, I wouldn't miss it," Mr. Wilson responded. "What time should
the wife and I be there? I am supposed to bring the wife, aren't I?"

"Yeah," Coach said with a bit of what sounded like
disappointment. "Unfortunately it's a wife event. Around three or four
should be fine."

"We'll be there," Mr. Wilson confirmed as his hips began to force his cock
deeper and deeper in my throat.

"Good. Don't stay too late. It's a holiday weekend, you know," Coach
laughed.

Mr. Wilson rustled the papers on his desk some more and said, "Once I'm
finished with this load, I'll call it a day." I almost coughed, knowing
what load he really wanted to finish, but I managed to continue the silent
suckjob I was giving him.

"I'll leave you to it, then," Coach replied. "Have fun."

"Thanks, I will," Mr. Wilson replied, giving his cock another hard thrust
into my throat as I heard the door open and close again. "Oh fuck,"
Mr. Wilson moaned as soon as the door clicked shut. "Oh, Davey," he added,
gripping my head firmly between his hands again. "Eat it, Davey," he
hissed. "EAT IT!" I quickly pulled my mouth off of his cock enough so that
only the head was still in my mouth, and I was rewarded with a warm flood
of teacher's cum filling me until I had to start gulping to keep up with
the flow. What a perfect way to end the school week.

"That was hot," I said as Mr. Wilson put his hands on the edge of his desk
and shoved his chair back against the wall.

"You're one crazy horny kid," Mr. Wilson laughed as he tucked his cock back
in his pants and began to straighten himself up.

"Thanks," I laughed. I licked my lips and then used my index finger to
gather up a few straw drops of cum. "Mmmmm," I sighed, licking my fingers
clean and then climbing out from under the desk.

My hard cock was obviously straining against my jeans when I stood
up. Mr. Wilson reached out and gently stroked the outline. "You want me to
lock the door and help you with that?" he asked. There was more than a hint
of hope in his voice.

"I'm good," I said, although that didn't stop me from pressing his hand
firmly against my cock and humping it a couple times. "I'd rather save it
up until I can fill that tight ass of yours."

"Sounds good to me," Mr. Wilson laughed. "Can you drop by the house this
weekend?"

"Unfortunately, Mom has a ton of chores she wants done. She doesn't quite
get the idea of a holiday weekend."

"Well, you know where I live, and my ass is always open for you."

"Thanks, Mr. Wilson."

"No, thank you, Davey," Mr. Wilson said, casually stroking his crotch.

I just laughed, grabbed my books off his desk, and left the room.

*****

I slung my backpack over my shoulder, slammed my locker shut, spun around,
and ran smack into Coach Jackson. He was 6'6" of solid black muscle.

"Whoa, Davey," Coach laughed, gripping me by the shoulder to avoid a
full-on collision. "Watch the moving violations."

"Sorry, Coach. Didn't see you there."

"I figured that," Coached laughed. "I guess you're just in a hurry to get
your weekend started."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well," Coach said, casually dropping his arm around my shoulder and
walking toward the exit with me, "we might not be having official practice
for three days, but that doesn't mean you can't get in some court time on
your own. The court at the park is always open."

"I'll try," I said, and I did mean it. The entire basketball team really
tried hard for Coach Jackson. We liked him a lot, and none of us wanted to
let him down.

"Good," Coach responded as we reached the front hallway and he removed his
arm from my shoulder. "Can't start slacking off now," he added, giving my
ass a quick slap before heading off down the hallway without a look back.

I was stunned. That casual gesture had sent a jolt through my entire
body. Only one thought managed to enter my brain at that moment: "I wonder
if it's true what they say about black men's dicks."

*****

True to her word, Mom kept me busy around the house for all of Saturday and
Sunday. I don't know how she managed it, but every time I was just about
finished with one task, she showed up to give me another one. I definitely
wasn't doing any overcoming that MLK weekend. And more important, I wasn't
even doing any cumming!!!!

Dad wasn't any help either. Grandma insisted that he go over to their house
and take care of all the chores she could think of for him to do. I
couldn't help being jealous that he and Grandpa probably managed to find
some occasional free time for a little cum exchange. Okay, it was probably
a lot of cum exchange. There was definitely no doubt that the love of cock,
fucking, and sucking ran in the men of my family. I'd certainly become glad
of that fact during the past couple months, but it was also annoying
knowing that I was the only one doing without sex that weekend.

*****

When Monday rolled around, Mom finally seemed to realize that it was Martin
Luther King Day and decided to give me a break.

"What are you going to do today, Davey?" Mom asked at breakfast.

"You don't have any more chores for me to do?"

"Don't get smart with me," she replied with a smile. "Are you going to
Larry's?"

"No," I said, "they went away for the weekend."

"That's too bad," Dad said, and I knew he sympathized with the fact that I
wasn't getting any cock from Larry this weekend. "No one else you can play
with?"

"Like who?" I asked, raising any eyebrow suggestively so Dad could see it
but Mom couldn't.

"I don't know," Dad replied. "You can't count on Larry for all your fun."

"I'll probably just go to the park and shoot some hoops," I said, getting
up to clear my plate.

"There's bound to be someone there to play with," Mom chipped in, standing
to clear her plate as well.

"I could go play with you," Dad said, handing me his plate with a grin.

"You think you could handle me?" I laughed.

"I know I could," Dad laughed back.

"Then it's settled," Mom said as she disappeared into the kitchen. "You two
can go play with each other in the park."

I grinned at Dad and started making jacking motions with my free hand.

Dad laughed out loud and said, "Bring it on, Son."

*****

"Oh, damn, Davey, I love the feel of your mouth on my cock," Dad
moaned. "Mmmm, Son, you always know exactly what I need."

We were in the parking lot near the park basketball court. It had been too
long since I'd had a chance for sex with my dad, so it hadn't taken me long
to get down to business. I was savoring the taste of Dad's copious amounts
of precum, inhaling the musky scent of his pubes, and feeling the tautness
of his overloaded balls.

The car windows were down, so I clearly heard the crunch of tires on gravel
when it happened, and Dad quickly said, "Damn, Son, we've got company. But
fuck do I need to shoot this load."

I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock and said, "Then shoot your cum for
me, Dad. I want it as much as you do." I then quickly slid my mouth back
over Dad's cock and began bobbing my head rapidly up and down over his
sensitive cockhead. At the same time, I began jacking his shaft
frantically. His balls slapped hard against his thighs.

"Oh, Son. Son. Fuck, Davey!" Dad groaned as he rewarded me with a gushing
mouthful of his hot daddy baby batter. I gulped down the savory liquid and
rapidly licked his cock as clean as I could while his panting slowed to a
calmer breathing rate. I wiped cum from around my mouth and licked my palm
clean as I sat up. Dad pulled his jockstrap and shorts back up over his
slowly deflating cock and said, "Thanks, Son, I needed that."

"Me too," I laughed.

"Davey, glad I caught you," Coach Jackson said as he stepped up to our car
and put his hands on my door.

"Hey, Coach. Dad and I were just going to shoot some hoops like you said."

"Gotta show the kid there's life in the old man yet, Roger," Dad laughed.

"Hello, Shawn," Coach said, leaning down to see Dad on the other side of
the car. "How about some two-on-two?" Coach asked. "Johnny and I had the
same plan," he added, pointing toward the court, where his son was shooting
some warm-up shots.

"Great," I said, pulling the latch to open my door. Coach stepped back, and
I gulped at the hefty cock that was prominently outlined by his tight
shorts.

"Look who's here, Johnny," Coach called to his son.

"Hey, Davey!" Johnny called.

"Hey," I called back.

"So, what are the teams?" Coach asked as he casually draped an arm around
my shoulder and we started off toward the court.

"Robinsons against Jacksons?" Dad suggested as he caught up with us.

"How about young sons against old dads?" Johnny laughed as the rest of us
arrived at the court.

"Smart ass," Coach said with a smile.

"Sounds good to me," Dad replied. I wasn't sure whether he mean the ass or
the teams.

"Okay, dads on sons," Coach agreed. "You take Johnny and I'll see what
Davey's got for me."

"Think you can handle it?" I laughed.

"Can you?" Coach replied, dropping his arm from around my shoulder and
slapping my ass as his hand descended. I was instantly stunned again. With
the jolt of body electricity created by that slap, I could have shot a load
on the spot, but I somehow just managed to contain myself and my cum.

"My son can handle all comers," Dad bragged with a wink.

"We'll see," Coach laughed. "We'll give you first possession. Take the ball
out, Johnny."

And the game was underway.

*****

It was a hot day for January, and the competition was fierce. I don't think
I'd ever played so hard even in a real game. The sweat was pouring off of
us, and at one point, Coach suddenly just whipped his t-shirt off over his
head and threw it to the edge of the court. I gulped and stared at the
nearly naked black god in front of me. His muscles rippled and his dark
skin glistened as the sun shone on his sweaty body.

"Davey!" Johnny called out just before the basketball hit me in the side of
the head.

"You snooze, you lose," Coach laughed as he grabbed the ball and converted
it to two points for the dads.

"Great strategy," Dad laughed. He gave Coach a high five and whipped off
his own t-shirt as well.

"What's good for the old men is good for the young studs," Johnny laughed,
stripping off his shirt. "Come on, Davey."

I discarded my t-shirt along with all the others, but from that point on,
my game fell apart completely. My bodily senses were too distracted. Every
touch of Coach's hand on my skin sent shivers through my body. I felt his
sweaty body pressed against mine in close defensive one-on-one. I couldn't
keep focused. My mind was telling me to lick the sweat off his body. And
when I tried to keep him on my hip for good offensive positioning, the
advantage was lost because all I could think about was the feel of his
thick cock pressing up against my hip. I would even have sworn that Coach
was grinding his cock against me whenever our bodies were in contact. But
this was Coach. It was all in my mind. My hormones were getting out of
hand. He was my basketball coach, and he would kick me off the team if he
knew what I was thinking. And then he really started to play with me...or
my mind completely snapped.

"You're fucking hot," Coach whispered in my ear.

"What?!"

"Davey!" Johnny yelled again before the ball hit me in the shoulder.

"I said it sure is hot," Coach laughed, grabbing the ball and converting
for two more points.

"You okay, Davey?" Dad asked, and he looked at me with a little concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, and play resumed.

"You like sucking cock?" Coach whispered in my ear a while later.

"What?!" My stunned reply was barely audible. The ball grazed my
outstretched fingers, but I was too preoccupied to grab it.

"I asked if your mother is a good cook," Coach laughed, scooping up the
ball for yet another conversion.

I wasn't sure whether I was hearing what I wanted to hear or what. In any
case, Coach was obviously rattling my game.

"I need to fuck that ass of yours," Coach whispered in my ear a while
later.

This time I was ready for him. "Whenever you want," I said as I caught the
ball and scored my own two points.

"I think it's time for a break," Coach called.

"Can't keep up with us young guys?" Johnny laughed at his dad.

"You know better," Coach said cryptically. "I'll be back." Coach gave me a
private raised eyebrow and then headed off toward the nearby park
restrooms.

"Since we're already taking a break, I might as well go too," I said, and
then I headed casually off after Coach.

As I stepped off the court, I heard Johnny say quickly, "How about some
one-on-one?"

"Sure," Dad said. "You know I'm always game for a little one-on-one."

"Yeah," Johnny replied with a soft chuckle that made me look back quickly,
but all I saw was Dad tossing the ball to Johnny and getting in defensive
position. I shrugged my shoulders and continued on my way.

*****

I stepped into the restroom and paused for a second to let my eyes adjust
to the lower lighting. My heart was racing as I saw Coach standing at a
urinal and I realized that I had the option of taking the other urinal next
to him or going into the cubicle. I took a deep breath, stepped up to the
second urinal, and pulled my shorts and jockstrap down to free my cock and
balls.

Staring straight ahead at the wall, I gave my cock a couple strokes to try
to help the piss get flowing.

"Careful," Coach laughed. "More than three pulls and it's not about
pissing."

I instantly jerked my hand away from my cock and planted it on my hip
instead. I glanced down at my freestanding cock, which was obviously
plumping up a bit but wasn't spraying any piss yet.

"I didn't know it was so easy to get inside your head and distract you from
your game," Coach said casually. "We'll have to work on that."

"Well, I doubt regular opponents will have the nerve to make the kind of
comments you were making," I laughed back. I was still willing myself to
piss, but nothing was coming out.

"You never know what some guys will suggest if it distracts you enough to
get what they want."

"I guess."

I was concentrating so hard on trying to piss that I hadn't realized there
was no sound coming from Coach's urinal either. We stood in silence for a
few seconds. I was about to give up, but then there was suddenly the sound
of a torrent of piss splashing against Coach's urinal with the force of a
rainstorm. I jumped from the surprise but recovered quickly and looked down
at my own cock, which was still failing to produce any piss. I tried to
focus my attention, but finally, I couldn't help but sneak a sideward
glance, and I gulped at what I saw.

Coach was standing with his hand nearest to me on his hip and the other
hand was holding back a long foreskin to give his piss stream a free
flow. But the stance wasn't what made me gasp. It was Coach's long thick
cock that stunned me. It was even bigger and thicker than it had felt
pressed up against my hip. It was long enough that it had plenty of shaft
to arch up and out and down in what was obviously only a semi-hard state.

"Are you going to be able to piss out of that thing?" Coach laughed, and I
looked down to discover that my own cock had gone rock-hard at the sight of
what was on display beside me.

I coughed and grabbed my shaft quickly, ostensibly to adjust my aim but
really to block Coach's view of my hard cock. I rocked my hips back a bit
to try to loosen things up, and a stream of piss finally shot out into the
urinal. I took a deep breath and relaxed with my success.

"Nice shoes," Coach said casually.

Taking my eyes off of my own hard cock and stream of piss, I glanced down
at my red-and-white high-top sneakers. "Thanks. I got them for Christmas."

"Well, next time you're hiding under Lance's desk," Coach continued
casually, "you might try harder to keep them from sliding into view under
the front of the desk."

"What?" I said with complete surprise. "I never...." My cock popped out of
my grasp and sprayed piss all over the wall and floor before I could get it
aimed back into the urinal.

"Easy, Davey," Coach laughed. "Watch where you're aiming that thing."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tried to bluff. "Mr. Wilson
wouldn't...."

"Calm down. I know how much Lance enjoys a good blowjob. Almost as much as
he enjoys this monster burrowing up his ass."

"I...." That was the sum total of my conversational ability at that
point. I was shocked into near silence.

"He says you're pretty good," Coach continued as his piss dwindled to a
small trickle before he started to shake the remaining drops off of his
cockhead.

"Does he?" My mind was starting to function again and was rapidly filtering
through the new possibilities that had suddenly opened up to me.

Coach laughed. "He sure does. Want to give me a sample?" He bounced his
cock up and down a couple times, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in
anticipation.

"What about Dad and Johnny?" I asked nervously. I knew Dad wouldn't mind,
but I wasn't crazy about having Johnny finding me sucking on his dad's
thick black cock.

"Don't worry about Johnny," Coach said confidently. "I told him to keep
your dad busy if you and I got a chance to be alone. He wasn't very happy
about it. This was supposed to be our time alone. His and mine."

"You and Johnny?" I asked dumbfounded.

Coach let out a huge laugh. "Come on, Davey. I saw your head coming up from
your dad's lap when I approached your car in the parking lot. You can't
begrudge me and Johnny the same kind of fun."

"I never thought Johnny...," I mumbled as my piss finally ran out.

"Yeah," Coach grinned. "No one suspects the macho black athletic stud of
liking cock and ass, especially his own dad's cock and ass."

"Damn," I said, "What are we wasting time for? Let's get them in here."

"Are you sure?" Coach asked with a serious look on his face. "You know,
once you go black, you'll never go back." Coach raised an eyebrow and
licked his lips.

I laughed and said, "I'll risk it." For some reason, I pulled my jockstrap
and shorts back over my cock. I guess I subconsciously wanted everyone to
start from the same clothing point.

Coach had a slightly different idea. He pulled his jockstrap back up but
then stepped out of his shorts before strolling over to the entrance. The
white straps of the jockstrap gleamed against his dark brown ass. I gulped
at the site. Coach let out a whistle and then gave a wave before walking
back over to me. I stared as he casually put his thumbs in the top of the
jockstrap waistband and seductively pushed the pouch down to unleash his
monster cock and huge balls again.

"I've been wanting to do this all afternoon," I blurted out and then just
started licking his chest all over. I could feel his cock pressing into my
stomach, but I was too engrossed in savoring every bit of salty sweat I
could find. He even raised his arms and gave me a shot at his sweaty
pits. My nose was buried in Coach's curly pit hair when Johnny and my dad
walked in.

"Started without us, did you?" Johnny laughed.

"Couldn't help himself," Coach replied.

"That's my boy," Dad added proudly.

"You're not surprised?" I asked, looking at Dad and Johnny. Frankly, I was
surprised by this turn of events.

"I've seen how you gape at dad during practice all the time," Johnny
laughed. "You're a bit obvious. Of course, everyone else just thinks you're
sucking up to him."

"So to speak," Dad laughed.

"Speaking of sucking," Coach said and nodded toward his cock. Being
conditioned to take orders from Coach, I instantly dropped to my knees with
that chocolate monster in my face.

"Go easy on him, Roger," Dad said. "He's not as used to that thing as some
of us are."

"What?" I asked, suddenly diverted.

"Sorry, Son," Dad said, looking a bit embarrassed. "Roger, Johnny, and I
have been playing around for a couple years now."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I asked, obviously a bit hurt.

"Hey," Dad said defensively, "I didn't even know you liked playing with
cocks until a few months ago. You and Larry kept it pretty secret until
then?"

"Larry?" Johnny blurted. "You and Larry fuck around?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Thanks for outing Larry, Dad."

"Sorry," Dad laughed, "but he'll be thanking me for it soon enough."

"I guarantee it," said Johnny. "Is his ass as tight as it looks?"

"Yeah," I laughed.

"Good," Johnny smiled.

"Come on, Robinson," Coach ordered sternly. "Get your head in the game and
your mouth on my cock."

"Yes, Coach." I staggered my hands along the silky black shaft for good
control, pulled back the foreskin, and then licked his piss slit good and
deep.

"That's a good boy," Coach cooed.

I was slobbering as much saliva on that black knob as possible, because I
knew it was going to be a challenge. In fact, I nearly had to unhinge my
jaw to get the head and just a couple inches of the thick shaft into my
mouth.

"Take it slow, Son," Dad advised. "No need to hurt yourself the first time
out."

"Just use your hands," Coach agreed. "We all know you got good hands." I
began slowly stroking both fists along Coach's thick dark shaft as I
continued to work my tongue all over the bulky head. I could feel the
foreskin bunching up against my lips and then pull away with the
downstroke. "Yeah, that's good, Robinson."

"Not bad for his first time," Johnny agreed.

"Why don't you give him something to distract him from the chore?" Dad
said.

"You want me...?" Johnny hesitated.

"Fuck that ass, Johnny," Coach ordered. "He's not taking my monster today,
but he should be able to handle that junior cock of yours."

"Easily," Dad laughed.

"Is that what you want, Davey?" Johnny asked. My mouth was obviously full,
but I nodded vigorously and growled my assent as I stood up to present him
with my ass. Not for a second, though, did I let Coach's cock slip out of
my mouth or away from my hands.

"I think that's a yes," Dad laughed.

Johnny grabbed my shorts and yanked them down but left my jockstrap in
place. I stepped out of the shorts and spread my legs. Johnny's hands
didn't hesitate to grab my lily-white ass cheeks and spread them apart to
reveal my tight pink pucker. "Nice," he sighed. The next thing I heard was
Johnny hocking up a mouthful of saliva and spitting it with expert aim at
my asshole. A second glob of spit followed quickly. Johnny removed one hand
from my ass and I heard him let loose with a third glob, but since I didn't
feel anything else hitting my ass, I figured he must be slicking up his
cock for penetration.

"Get ready, Son," Dad warned.

I felt Johnny spreading my cheeks with one hand to allow his cock to
explore my crack slowly while it searched out its final destination--my
yearning asshole. As soon as his cock touched my pucker, I let out a
stifled moan of anticipation around Coach's cock.

"I think he's more than ready," Coach laughed.

Johnny pressed his cock forward harder, and I tried to relax my ass while I
continued to suck and stroke Coach's cock. Suddenly, Johnny gave me a sharp
slap on the ass. I jerked by reflex, but during the instant when my muscles
began to relax and recover, Johnny gave a confident thrust forward with his
cock and instantly popped inside my ass. A prolonged scream of pain mixed
with pleasure was muffled by Coach's cock, which actually advanced another
inch or two into my over-stretched mouth.

"That's good, Davey," Coach murmured as he ran his fingers through my hair
and gently pulsed his cock in my mouth. Just relax and let us in. I inhaled
and exhaled quickly through my nose and tried to comply at both
ends. Johnny wasted no time steadily gliding the full length of his own
black cock into my ass until I felt his wiry pubes pressing against my ass
cheeks. His forward pressure also had the effect of pressing me a little
farther onto his dad's thick cock. I'd never had so much cock in me at one
time, and I'd never had a black cock in either end before. I loved it! I
quickly began double-fisting Coach's cock while rhythmically working
Johnny's cock with my ass muscles.

"I wish I had a camera to get a good shot of my son, the double-stuffed
Oreo." Dad roared at his joke.

"Like father, like son," Coach laughed back as he gripped my head firmly to
fuck my mouth as much as he could under the circumstances.

"Damn, you're tight, Davey," Johnny muttered. "If I'd known how good it was
going to feel, I would have been feeding your vanilla ass my chocolate bar
a long time ago."

"Well, you'll just have to make up for lost time," Dad laughed. "And now
that you two seem to have Davey well in hand, I'd better go outside and
keep watch. We wouldn't want this scene interrupted before Davey gets his
cream filling." Dad started dribbling the basketball as he left the
restroom. He stopped just outside the door but continued to dribble the
ball slowly.

I don't know whether they realized it or not, but both of the Jacksons
quickly fell into the same rhythm as Dad's dribbling. Johnny thrust his
cock into my ass every time the ball hit the ground and withdrew during the
silence. Coach too pulsed his cock in and out of my mouth in time to the
dribbling. Naturally, I was grunting every time the ball hit the ground.

"Fuck him, Johnny, fuck him," Coach groaned.

"Oh yeah, Dad, he's so juicy and tight. I don't know how you'll ever get
that cock of yours up here."

"Practice, Son, practice. It worked for you," Coach added with a laugh.

I could hardly process the father-son fuck banter. All I could think about
was the fact that my mouth and my ass were both filled with black cock for
the first time in my life, and I was absolutely loving it.

I tried to pull more of Coach's cock into my mouth, but it was too much,
and I started to gag. I was literally choking on Coach's cock. Fortunately,
he quickly realized what was happening and pulled his cock all the way out
of my mouth. I coughed wildly and gasped for breath, but at the same time,
I couldn't take my eyes off the glistening cock that was bobbing in front
of my lips.

"Easy, Davey," Coach said soothingly. "This is supposed to be fun, not
torture."

"Sorry," I mumbled as I finally managed to get control again. Of course,
all this time, Johnny continued to pound my ass deep and hard, as if he was
oblivious to what was happening at the other end of the body he was
fucking. The increasing tempo and volume of his groans confirmed my
suspicion.

"Oh fuck, Dad, this is too good," Johnny moaned. "I can't last much
longer."

"Don't hold back on my account, Son," Coach laughed.

"Oh, oh, oh," Johnny groaned with each thrust. The sound of his flesh
slapping against mine filled the restroom and I suddenly realized that Dad
had sped up his dribbling to match Johnny's pace-setting thrusts.

I tried to get my mouth back on Coach's cock, but he stopped me. "Just
enjoy the fucking for now. Concentrate on my son's cock in your ass."

"Yes, sir," I said and focused all my attention on the excruciatingly
amazingly pleasurable pounding that Johnny was giving my ass.

"Oh, Davey," Johnny moaned. "Tighter. Tighter." I squeezed my ass as tight
as I could to clamp down on Johnny's cock, and it worked. "Yes!" he
screamed, thrusting his cock deep in my ass and digging into my hips with
his fingernails. "FUCK!" he bellowed as he unleashed his hot cum into my
ass.

"That's my boy," Coach said proudly as he frantically began jacking away at
his own cock. The head was a bouncing blur in front of my face as Coach
pumped his cock faster and faster. The sound of his wrist slapping his
crotch and his balls slapping his thighs replaced the sound of Johnny's
flesh slapping my flesh. "OH, SON," Coach roared, and I expected his cum to
splatter across my face at any second.

"Give it to me, Coach!" I yelled, but at the last second, Johnny clutched
the waistband of my jockstrap with one hand, planted his other hand between
my shoulder blades, and shoved my head forward and down. My shoulders
braced against Coach's flexing thighs, but his cock was now above my head
instead of in my face.

"JOHNNY!" Coach bellowed, and I could feel his son leaning forward over my
back with his cock still buried in my ass.

"Feed me, Dad," Johnny begged.

"YES! YES! YES!" Coach groaned breathlessly, and I could feel his legs
trembling with each exclamation. There was no doubt that he was shooting
cum all over Johnny's face, and for an instant, I was so jealous. With a
few more grunts, Coach obviously jettisoned his remaining loads, and I
finally felt some of that hot cum landing on my back. It wasn't long before
I also felt Johnny licking up that cum.

Not to lose out completely, I quickly leveraged my weight backward and
raised my face up to worship the dripping black cock above me. The thick
cum looked like white glaze on a chocolate treat. I sealed my lips around
the head of that treat, and Coach shivered in ecstasy as I rapidly flicked
my tongue around to lap up what cum I could. I then used both fists to work
another huge couple of cum globs out of that long thick black cock. I
sighed contentedly and backed off to lick my lips.

"Not bad for the first time," Coach critiqued. "But don't think not bad is
good enough. We'll need to practice a lot more before you get it right."

"Whatever you say, Coach," I laughed.

I closed my eyes and slowly pulled my ass off of Johnny's cock before
collapsing onto my back on the floor. My ass felt so empty but so
completely satisfied, and I savored the sensations all on my own for a few
seconds.

Dad cleared his throat as he stepped back into the restroom. "Don't we have
a party to get to?"

"I think Johnny better wash up a bit first," Coach laughed.

I finally opened my eyes and couldn't help gaping at what I saw. Johnny was
completely covered with thick white cum--in his hair, on his face, down his
chest. "Damn," I whispered.

"And that's not even his biggest load," Johnny laughed, wiping cum off of
his face and then licking his fingers clean.

"Let me help," I said, scrambling to my knees and beginning to lick cum and
sweat off of Johnny's body. "I guess I should thank you for shoving me out
of the way. That cock could drown a guy," I laughed.

"You'll get used to it," Johnny replied with a smile.

"I'm pretty sure he will," Dad agreed. "Are you okay, Davey?"

"Better than okay, Dad."

"I meant that stiffy between your legs," Dad laughed, pointing at my hard
cock straining against the pouch of my jockstrap.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure it will get taken care of later, one way or another. I'm
good for now." I then went back to lapping up more of Coach's delicious
cum.

"Always a team player," Coach observed.

"Especially since I hear Mr. Wilson is supposed to be at the party," I
laughed.

"Mr. Wilson?!" Johnny said with obvious surprise.

"Oh yeah, he's a big cocksucker," I said. "And that's said with complete
respect for his skills."

"I'll have to check those skills out," Johnny laughed as he stood up and
crossed to the sink for a quick wash. I followed him to do a little
cleaning of my own.

"Looks like we've got two certified perverts on our hands," Dad laughed.

"I wish I had a team full of them," Coach replied, tucking his deflating
cock and emptied balls back into his jockstrap. "Now, who's up for an MLK
barbecue?" he asked as he stepped back into his shorts.

"Me," Johnny and I confirmed at the same time, and we quickly began to get
dressed.

"I'm always up for anything," Dad said.

"So I hear," Coach observed, grabbing the basketball away from Dad and
dribbling out the door.

*****

The MLK barbecue was delicious, and yes, Johnny and I managed to sneak
Mr. Wilson off to Johnny's bedroom at one point so Mr. Wilson could empty
my balls and Johnny could get his first crack at Mr. Wilson's ass. We were
all three grinning from ear to ear when we finally managed to make it back
to the party.

*****

During the next few weeks, I managed to get as much practice on Coach's
cock as I did on the basketball court. Fortunately, I was excelling at
both. It wasn't long before my ass had been worked out enough to take
Coach's lovely black cock all the way up my chute, get flooded by his
massive loads, and enjoy him continuing to fuck my ass until he'd built up
another load of cum to wash out the first.

The basketball workouts paid off as well. We made it all the way to the
first round of the state championship. Unfortunately, so did our arch
rival. We were 2-and-2 against them, and this was another game that was
going down to the wire. With less than 30 seconds left, we had possession
of the ball and a one-point lead. They were playing a full-court man-on-man
defense, trying to force a turnover. The crowds were roaring, so I was the
only one who heard Bob Piper, the guy guarding me, shout, "I hear you like
black coach cock up that tight ass of yours!" I faltered slightly, and that
was all he needed to steal the ball and make a final lay-up at the
buzzer. We lost by one point.

Back at the motel, Coach stopped by the room I was sharing with
Johnny. "So, Davey, what happened out there today?" he asked
casually. "Looked like Piper rattled you at the end." I told him what Piper
had said, and Coach just started laughing. "I thought I taught you on
Martin Luther King Day not to let those kinds of comments get to you."

"But how did he know?" I asked with genuine frustration.

"I'm sure he didn't," Coach said, "but I'll definitely make him pay for it
the next time I've got my black coach cock up his ass."

"The NEXT time?" Johnny said with surprise.

"Piper?!" I exclaimed.

"You boys think you've got a monopoly on my thick black monster cock?"
Coach laughed.

"But Piper's so..." Johnny started.

"He's uber-jock!" I exclaimed.

"He's probably the biggest bottom you'll ever find in this world. You
should hear him desperately begging for it," Coach said. "It would almost
be embarrassing if it wasn't so completely and definitely satisfying." With
a grin, Coach added, "Want to stick around and help him celebrate if they
win?"

"Or console him if they lose," I laughed.

"I'm in," Johnny agreed. "At least I hope my cock will be."

"Good, now which of you losers is going to be punished by my cock first?"
Coach asked with mock gruffness.

"ME!" Johnny and I yelled together as we began frantically stripping off
our clothes.


THE END (until the next holiday)


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