Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 12:47:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY JOCK DAD - My 16th Year

DISCLAIMER: If you're underage, I envy you! I wish I had somewhere to go
and read about my sexual yearnings when I was your age. If you're my age,
and I'm NOT telling you what that is, sit back, grab some lube and
enjoy. This story is given freely for you to enjoy and hopefully shoot a
load to. And you can share this story with anyone you want, but don't try
and sell it.

MY JOCK DAD - My 16th Year
by RimPig
(c) 2001


The next morning after we all had sex for the first time, Dad woke up and
then woke Troy up.

"Come on, son. We need to talk." Dad whispered.

They thought I was still asleep. As soon as they left the bedroom I
followed. They went into the kitchen to get coffee. I hid outside the door
and watched through the opening.

"What do we need to talk about, Coach?" Troy asked.

"What do we need to talk about? I just fucked you while you fucked my son
and you fucked me while I fucked my son and you don't know what we have to
talk about!?" Dad exclaimed.

"No big thing, Coach. I loved it! You made all my dreams come true! Do you
know how long I've wanted you? From the moment I first saw you!" Troy
protested.

"Well, it's a big thing to me. I don't do stuff like this! I don't mess
around with other guys - especially not someone who's on my team!" Dad
explained.

"Why not? Who was hurt? You didn't force me into anything! I wanted
everything that happened.  I LOVED everything that happened!" Troy insisted

"Look, let me explain, Troy. I had a good friend in high school. We started
messing around when we were like 12. By the time we went to college
together, we were lovers. I loved him more than anyone else I'd ever
known. But then came the Pro's. I knew I could never get away with having a
male lover and be accepted on a Pro team. And I'd spent my whole life
dreaming of playing in the Pro's . So I left him. I broke his heart. A
month later, he wrapped his car around a telephone pole drunk out of his
mind. I swore then that I would never get involved with another guy. So I
got married. I really didn't care to who. This woman was chasing me so I
just let myself get caught. I didn't love her, and she sure didn't love
me. All she wanted was the money that came with being the wife of an NFL
player. The only good thing that came out of that time was Sport.  When I
got injured and couldn't play anymore, she left us. She hasn't ever
contacted us again.

Sport and I had never done anything until the night before last. I started
out teaching him how to jack off and ended up letting him blow me and I
blew him. I figured that it was wrong, but I love him so much and he wanted
it so badly. I figured I could put a stop to it if I found him someone else
to play around with. I knew he was crazy for you so, I kind of set you up
last night. And it worked. Except it backfired.

"I saw you laying there asleep and you were so fucking beautiful that I
suddenly realized that I'd been lying to myself all this time. I wanted you
the moment I saw you but I wouldn't even let myself think about it, much
less feel! That all came crashing down last night. I want you. I love
you. And that's why I've got to leave here now. I'm going to resign and try
to get another job at another college. I can't expect you to love me and I
wouldn't want to ruin your life that way anyway. I just wanted you to know
how much last night meant to me. I'll remember it for the rest of my
life. But it can't ever happen again." Dad explained. "I'm sorry."

"What the fuck are you talking about! What do you mean we can't ever see
each other again!  Don't I even get some kind of say in this?!" Troy all
but screamed.

"Troy, it can't work! Don't you see that?" Dad said with a catch in his
voice.

"No! I don't see that at all!!! Why the fuck can't it work? Did you ever
stop to consider that I might be in love with you? Did that ever cross your
fucking mind?! I don't care what happened in the past. I'm not going to
kill myself over you. I'm not going to leave you. And I'm sure as fuck not
going to let you leave me - not without a fight!" Troy demanded.

He stood there with his fists on his hips with the stance of someone who
was ready to physically engage in violence.

I could see Dad. Tears streaming down his face, he looked up at Troy.

"Troy, I do love you. I don't want to leave. I just don't see how this can
work between us." he said and then put his head in his hands.

"Why won't it work? I'm not going to the NFL. I'm staying right here and
going to medical school. I'm going to become a doctor. I'm going to
specialize in Sports Medicine. Who I love doesn't effect that. Unless you
don't want a doctor as a lover." Troy said quietly.

"Troy, there is nothing in the world would make me prouder. But why would
you want me? I'm 10 years older than you are. Surely there are guys your
own age that would be more attractive."  Dad said.

"Bullshit!! Most guys my age have all their brains in their jocks! They
have no idea what love is.  They have no idea what they even want in
life. You aren't like that. You know what you want.  And what you want is
me! And I want you. More than that, there is another matter here. I happen
to love your son very much. How much I would love to be able to watch him
grow up! I'm never going to have a son of my own. I'm not even the least
bit interested in women. Or hadn't you noticed? Unless, of course, you
don't think I'd be a good influence on Sport?" he asked.

"Fuck no! I know you love Sport. And I know that Sport loves you. And I
can't think of anyone I'd rather have spending time with him than you. But
what happens if this gets out? I can just see it in the paper. 'Coach
Shacks Up With Quarterback'. Your life would be ruined." Dad insisted.

"In case you haven't noticed, the world has changed a great deal in the
last 10 years. People care a lot less about what other people do. We can
live together and nobody will say a word. Nobody!  I know this - they guys
on the team all love you so much that you could do anything and they would
never turn on you. You have to believe that!" Troy insisted.

Dad seemed to be wavering. I couldn't let this go on any longer without
saying something.

"Troy's right, Dad. If you two love each other, you can find a way to work
it out!" I said, walking into the kitchen.

They both jumped in surprise.

"Sport! How much of this did you hear?" Dad demanded of me.

"All of it, Dad." I answered.

"It isn't nice to eavesdrop, Sport!" Dad insisted.

"No, but it sure is interesting!" I insisted. "I've never known you to be
wrong before, Dad. But you are this time! I love Troy, too! I'd love to
have him here all the time. And you would too! I can tell. Dad, he makes
you happy. What's wrong with that?" I asked.

"Sport, you don't know what the world is like." Dad explained.

"Yes I do! I know about the nasty names and all that shit! I also know that
three of my friends at school have two Dad's at home. I also know that
they're really happy kids. And I know a lot of kids with a mom and a dad
who are miserable because all their parents do is fight! Can't we even try
all of us living together?" I pleaded.

Dad looked at me. Then he looked at Troy. I couldn't tell what he was
thinking, but I could almost see steam coming from his head as he tried to
figure this all out. Finally, he slowly walked over to Troy and put his
arms around him.

"I don't know why you want a broken down ex-football player with a
sex-crazed son, but if that's what you want - you've got us." Dad said
quietly.

Troy threw his arms around Dad and kissed him deeply. Then they both turned
to me and grabbed me into a group hug. I'd never been happier in my whole
life!

Troy moved out of the dorms and into our home that day. And, so far,
nobody's ever said a word about it. Well, except for a couple of players on
the team who expressed their jealousy of Troy getting what they wanted,
too! But nobody's was mad about it. I guess everybody can see how much Troy
and my Dad loved each other and how happy they were.

Troy and the team went on to win the State Championship. The Head Coach
retired and Dad was given the job. Troy graduated and went to Medical
School. He's doing his residency now.

We all have been extremely happy. Well, except me.

The problem is that I've started feeling something is missing in my life. I
love Troy and Dad, but they have each other. I wanted to feel that way
about someone, too! Well, actually, I do feel that way about someone and
that's what's making me miserable! I'm in love with him and I don't know
how to go about finding out if he's into guys and could ever be into me.

 And worse, he's a linebacker on Dad's team. He's a sophomore and he's
totally hot! His name is Mike. He's about 6'2" and 200 lbs. He's totally
blonde and has beautiful piercing blue eyes. He has a beautifully developed
body with broad shoulders, a tiny little waist with massive chest
development, a 6 pack and the biggest, hardest thighs I've ever seen on a
guy in my life. And he's got this little ring pierced in his navel that
fucking drives me nuts!!! And let me tell you about his scent! This boy
just reeks male animal! All the time. I get a hardon whenever I look at
him. But I can't figure out if he goes for guys or not. I know he doesn't
date girls, but he doesn't hang out with the guys most of the time,
either. What he does is study! He want's to be a lawyer and he's busting
his ass to get perfect grades so he can get into law school.

I finally got up the nerve one day to talk to Dad about it. I found him in
his office.

"Hey, Sport! What's up?" Dad said, as I walked in.

"Not a whole lot, Dad. I've got a problem. Can I talk to you about it?" I
asked.

"Of course, Sport! You know I'm always here for you!" Dad said, a look of
concern on his face.

"Well, I don't know how to put this exactly...."I stammered.

"Just take your time, Sport. Put it any way you need to." Dad said.

"Well...Dad, I love you and Troy, you know that." I started.

"Yes, Sport. I know."

"And I do love making love to both of you but...." I broke off.

"But what, Sport?" Dad asked.

"Well....I want to have someone of my own who loves me." I spit it out.

"Well, Sport, that's only natural! Did you have someone in mind?"

"Yes, actually I do. I'm in love with someone on the team. He's so
beautiful and he's so sweet.  I've talked to him a lot. I love spending
time around him and I want to go further." I explained.

"You want to take the relationship to the 'next level' as they say, hmm?"

"Yeah, but I can't tell if he likes guys or not. I know he doesn't date
girls or spend anytime with them, but that doesn't always mean anything." I
said.

"No, you're right there. Why don't you tell me who it is - or don't you
want to?" Dad asked.

"No, I don't mind. It's Mike - the sophomore linebacker. Dad, I think I'm
in love with him. For the first time in my life, I think I'm in love. I
don't know for sure, I just know this hurts really bad!" I explained.

"Oh, boy! You've got it bad, don't you, Sport! Yes, that's first love all
right. Hurts like fucking hell and makes you grateful to be alive at the
same time!" Dad said.

"Yes! That's it exactly!!!" I all but screamed.

"Sport, we all go through this. I understand. But I don't see how I can do
anything about this. If it helps, I do think that Mike would be open to a
relationship with another guy. But, other than that, I don't see what I can
do to help." he said.

"Well...I've been thinking about that, Dad. I think I may have a way. It's
sort of a variation on how you got Troy and I together that first night,
remember?"

"How well I remember, Sport! But you're a little old to need someone to
stay with you at night!"  he laughed.

"I know that! No, what I was thinking about was this...How about you get
him to tutor me in math?" I explained.

"But you don't need help in Math! You're at the top of your class!" Dad
said.

"I know that and you know that, but HE doesn't know that!" I insisted.

"Ooohhh!!! Pretty sneaky!" he chuckled.

"I learned from a master!" I dead panned.

Dad and I both cracked up at that and laughed for a long while. Finally Dad
looked at me.

"Ok, I'll do it, but I'm not responsible for the outcome here, Sport!
That's entirely up to you!" he said seriously.

"I know, Dad. You just get him there and leave the rest to me!"

That afternoon, Dad called Mike into his office and I was there.

"Hey, Mike! Thanks for coming in." Dad opened.

"That's Ok, Coach. Hey, Sport! What do you need, Coach?" Mike said.

"Well, Mike, I've got a problem that I think I could use your help on. But
it's kind of a personal problem so don't feel obligated to help if you feel
you can't." Dad explained.

"Coach! You've been so good to me, I'd do anything for you - you know
that!" Mike insisted.

"I know that, Mike. But I just want you to know that I'll really owe you
for this one." Dad said.

"No, Coach! There's nothing I could do that could ever pay you back for
putting me on the team and getting me a scholarship. Without that, I could
never have gone to college." Mike explained.

"Well, Mike, that's kind of what I wanted your help with. I know how much
you've done to take advantage of the education here. I know you're on the
dean's list. I also know you've been helping some of the other guys on the
team who need help academically in order to keep their scholarships. And
that's kind of what I'd like you to do." Dad said.

"You want me to tutor somebody on the team, Coach?" Mike asked.

"Well...no...not on the team. I want you to help my son, Sport, here with
his math. He's been having trouble and I'm worried about him. I can't do
it, I was never that good in math myself. But I know you are good. Would
you consider taking Sport on?" Dad asked.

"I'd love to, Coach! Gee, Sport! You could have come to me and asked. We're
buds! I would have said yes!" Mike said, turning to me.

"Well, I didn't want to do it without Dad's permission. After all , you are
on the team and I don't like to interfere with that. So I thought it might
be best if Dad was comfortable with this as well."  I explained to Mike.

"Yeah! I guess you're right, Sport. But, no matter! I'm happy to do
it. When do you want to start?" he asked eagerly.

"Well, Dad's got a late meeting and Troy's on call at the hospital so there
won't be anybody home this afternoon and this evening. Could we start now?"
I asked eagerly.

"Cool! Let me get my stuff and we'll go!" Mike said getting up and heading
for the locker room.

"Don't you think you're rushing things, Sport?" Dad asked after Mike left.

"No, Dad. Strike while the iron is hot! Isn't that what you always say?" I
insisted.

"No, what I say is 'Like father, like son!'" Dad laughed.

I drove Mike to my house in my new Firebird, which Dad had given me for my
16th birthday. It's a red convertible, like Troy's black one. Mike was
suitably impressed with it.

"Nice wheels, Sport!"

"Yeah, Dad bought it for me for my birthday." I explained.

"So you're 16 now, huh?" Mike asked.

"Yes. Finally!" I stated and Mike laughed.

"Yeah! I remember! I couldn't wait to turn 16 either. Now that I'm 19, I
can't wait to turn 21. I guess nobody's the age they want to be." Mike said
philosophically.

"No, I guess they never are. I hear Dad talking about wishing he was
younger. I guess nobody's ever satisfied!" I added.

"I wouldn't say that, Sport! It all depends on what you're looking for."
Mike said quietly.

"What are you looking for? What would satisfy you?" I asked, surprised the
conversation had gone in this direction.

"Somebody to love who would love me just the way I am. Seems that people
who say they love you want to change you! If they love you, doesn't wanting
to change you say that they aren't in love with who you are really?" Mike
said wistfully.

My ears perked up at this. Something had happened in Mike's life that I
didn't know about.  Somebody had really hurt this guy somewhere along the
line. This raised a very deep anger in me.  Mike was far to wonderful a guy
to be hurt! Whoever it was, I instantly had a fantasy of hurting them -
real bad!

"Sounds to me like you've been really hurt. I never knew that about you. Do
you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Maybe sometime, Sport. It's hard for me to open up to people. It's hard to
know who to trust."  he said looking over at me.

"You can always trust me, Mike. I really like you and care about you. I
would never hurt or reject you - no matter what you told me. And I can keep
things secret." I vowed to him.

"We'll see." was all he answered.

We got to my house and I suggested that we study in my room, that we would
be more 'comfortable' there. Well...we'd have a bed there! And I was really
hoping we'd need it. We worked on math for a while. It was hard acting like
I didn't know stuff that I knew backwards and forwards. Finally Mike called
for a time out.

"You seem to know what you're doing. Why are you having trouble?" Mike
asked.

"It all seems to make much more sense and to much easier with you than it
does in school" I explained. "Maybe your just a born teacher."

"Well, I'm thirsty after all that talking. You got anything to drink?"

"Almost anything you want!" I said. "What can I get you?"

"What I want is a beer! But I don't suppose you're Dad would be too happy
with that." he said.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I'm allowed to have one occasionally. Dad
says he'd rather I learn to drink here at home than out with my friends -
especially driving!" I explained. "So, since this is an 'occasion', two
beers coming up!"

I went downstairs and got two cold Bud's out of the fridge. When I got back
upstairs, Mike was laid out on my bed with his shirt off. The beauty of him
all but took my breath away.

"I hope you don't mind. I'm a little warm and I basically hate clothes." he
explained.

"No, not at all! I don't much care for them either. If I was alone, I
wouldn't have any on at all." I said, handing him a beer.

"In the dorms, the least I can strip down to is my jock. I'd love the
privacy to be naked more often. I guess I'm a nudist at heart." he
chuckled.

"Well, with a body like yours, you have every right to be." I said quietly,
looking right into his impossibly blue eyes.

"I work at it." he said, smiling shyly at me.

"If you want to get naked now, I won't mind." I said, hardly able to keep
my voice level.

"Well, that would be nice. But I'd feel weird being the only one who was."
he explained, looking right in my eyes.

"We can't have that, can we! If you want to strip, I'll be more than happy
to join you!" I said, the excitement starting to show in my voice. Not to
mention my jeans!

"Well...that would be really nice." Mike said, getting up off the bed.

He stood and popped the buttons of his jeans, then rapidly pushed them down
his legs while kicking off his shoes. I saw his cock, which while still not
hard, was definitely thickening and looked to be at least 8-9 very fat
inches.

I quickly followed suit and was naked as quickly as I could be. We both lay
down on the bed and continued drinking our beers. Mike was silent for a
long time. I didn't say anything. We just sat, learning how to be
comfortable with each other. I did notice that both our cocks had
thickened, but neither of us was hard. Yet. Finally Mike finished his beer
and rolled over to where he was facing me, resting his head on his hand.

"I really like you, Sport. You're the first guy I've really felt
comfortable being around in a long time." he said quietly.

"I really like you, Mike. You've always treated me like I was someone
special - even though I'm not." I explained.

"Yes, you are! You're a beautiful, caring guy. And you're Coach's son." he
said.

"Thank you! That's nice." My whole naked body was turning crimson.

"You were right." he said.

"About what?"

"About me being really hurt by someone. Two someones actually." he began.

"Who are they?"

"My parents. You see they always said they loved me and they always
promised to be there for me no matter what I did, no matter what
happened. And then, when I was 17, they threw me out and told me never to
come back and never to try and contact them again." he quietly stated,
tears beginning to form in his eyes. "If it hadn't been for my high school
coach taking me in until the end of the year so I could graduate and then
contacting your Dad to get me a scholarship here, I would have ended up
living on the streets."

"Why the fuck would they do that?! Were you on drugs or something?!" I was
shocked!

"No. But they caught me and my best friend...kind of..." he stammered.

"Doing what, Mike?" I urged him.

"We were having sex. And they figured I was gay and they didn't want
anything to do with a gay son." he said, staring down at the bedcover.

"Are you?" I asked quietly?

"Yeah, I am. But only one other person than you around here knows it." he
said. "Your Dad."

"That son of a bitch!!!" I swore.

"What?!" Mike asked, shocked at my reaction.

"He told me he didn't know if you were!" I said, not thinking of what I was
saying.

"He promised me not to tell anyone! Why were you asking him?" Mike was
suspicious now.

"Ok, Here it is. Just please don't hate me! Please?" I begged.

"I won't hate you, Sport. Just tell me!" Mike said, the look of anger and
suspicion not leaving his face.

"Mike, I'm sorry. This has all been stupid! I set this up to seduce you!
I'm gay, too. And I've fallen in love with you. I just didn't know how to
get close to you. So I went to Dad and asked for his help. I came up with
this dumb thing about me needing help in math. You were right. I don't. In
fact, I tutor guys at school. But I didn't know any other way to get you
alone or to find out if there was any chance you might want me." I
explained.

I had tears in my eyes by this time. I stared down at the bed. I couldn't
look at Mike's face. I was sure he would hate me for this admission. Then
suddenly I felt him move closer and I felt his lips lightly kiss me on my
forehead. I looked up.

"I've never had anyone go to all that trouble just to be with me. You must
be in love with me! Oh, Sport, you have no idea how much I've wanted to be
with you. I guess I fell in love with you the first time you came in the
locker room. But I was always afraid to say anything or appear to friendly
or spend any time with you. I figured your Dad, knowing all about me, would
not want me anywhere near you!" He explained.

"Why would you think that!?" I was puzzled.

"Well...you're his son! He wouldn't want you hanging out with some faggot
football player!" he said.

"Whoa!!! Hold on here!! We don't ever say that word in this house! Who do
you think my Dad is, anyway?! Haven't you figured out that he and Troy are
a lot more than just 'roommates' or 'friends'?! Dad's gay. And Troy is his
lover. Actually, we all three are gay and we all have sex with each other
on a regular basis." I said, not realizing what I was admitting to.

"You have sex with your Dad!!?? God! I would love to have sex with him! He
is so hot!!! But, wait a minute. If you have them, why do you want me?" he
asked.

"Boy! You really do have a lot of damage, don't you!" I said, exasperation
showing in my voice.  "I want you because I love you! And while I love my
Dad and Troy, it isn't the same thing. What they feel for each other is
what I feel for you! I don't want to just have sex with you. I want YOU!
Get it??!! And I want you to feel the same way about me!" I all but
screamed at him.

He didn't say anything. There were now tears streaming down his face. He
reached over and, taking my shoulder, pulled me toward him. Our lips
met. Shyly at first. And then he pushed his tongue against my lips. My
mouth opened automatically to admit his probing tongue. He tasted my mouth
and I sucked on his tongue. The kiss was deep and passionate and all but
took my breath away. Finally he pulled back.

"I love you, Sport. I love you more than anyone I've ever known. Nobody has
ever done for me what you've done today. You've made me realize that I'm
not some kind of freak! That I can find love and be happy. I still don't
know why you want me, but I completely accept that you do. And I'm yours
for as long as you want me." he said looking deeply into my eyes.

He took me back into his arms and kissed me again. As we kissed, he rolled
me on my back and got on top of me and began grinding his hardening cock
into my groin. Wrapped in his arms, his scent permeated my brain and I was
lost to it. I broke the kiss and began sucking on his neck and shoulders,
trying to get to his underarms to bury my face in the pit of his scent.

He must have realized what I wanted because he raised his arm and presented
his pit to me. I immediately buried my face in it, taking deep whiffs of
his manly scent. He gently put his hand behind my head and held me to his
steamy underarm. He had very little hair in his pits, but what there was I
licked and nuzzled at. I licked and sucked at his skin for a long
time. Finally, he pulled my head from his underarm and ran his tongue
across my lips, tasting his own musk.

Pushing me back on the bed, he raised my arm and buried his face in my
pit. He gave me as good as I had given him. I moaned and writhed beneath
him - never wanting him to stop the exquisite torture. He finally did,
though, and brought his lips back to mine so I could share the taste of my
body with him.

Moving down my body, he sucked at my nipples which became instantly hard
and then licked all over my pumped pecs. I was grateful for all the
workouts that Dad made me do so that I could offer my body to this boy/man
that I had fallen in love with. He licked across my abs, outlining each one
with his tongue. Finally, he buried his nose and mouth in my sweaty crotch
and began licking my ripe balls. I know that I was reeked down there
because I had worked out and hadn't taken a shower that day. I often do
that because I love the male scent of my own body.

"God! You smell so good, Sport!! So fucking animal! I could live with my
nose buried in your crotch for the rest of my life!" he said, looking up
from between my legs, grinning.

"It's all for you, Mike!" I said, wondering how far he would go with
this. I soon found out.

He licked at my balls for a few more minutes and then moved down to that
little patch of skin between my balls and my ass. He put his mouth over it
and began to suck and bite gently at the same time. I all but came
vertically off the bed, arching my groin with the intense feeling. Not
content to stop there, he hooked his hands under my thighs and threw my
legs up and back until my knees were almost resting on my pecs - exposing
my ass trench to his gaze. And nose.

He pushed his face into my butt crack and I could hear him taking deep
whiffs of my ass scent. He must have liked my ripe butt smell because first
he moaned and then growled deep in his throat.  The next thing I knew, his
mouth was locked to my butt hole and he was sucking on it while he forced
his tongue deep inside me. I felt him licking all up inside my ass, tasting
what there was to taste there while continuing to moan which sent
vibrations rocketing through my ass and straight to my already impossibly
hard cock.

"Yeah! That's it, Mike. Eat my hole! Shove your fucking tongue up my ass
and eat me out! God!  I want you to fuck me so bad! I want you to shove
that hard cock of yours up my ass and breed me, fucker!" I babbled, not
really knowing what I was saying I was so lost in the pleasure of Mike's
eager tongue and lips eating at my butt.

He continued to eat my ass until I wasn't sure there was anything left to
fuck and then he again raised himself over me and allowed me to lick his
mouth and share my ass tastes with him. I could smell my ass on his lips
and it just made me hornier! It also made me hungry! I wanted to eat jock
ass!!!

I wrestled him over on his back and got between his legs. I buried my nose
in his crotch and inhaled deeply of his jock grunge. It seems I wasn't the
only one to skip the showers that day! I licked at his sweaty balls and
then threw his legs up and was staring right at his beautiful, fragrant,
hairless ass trench. The scent was over-powering! It was the scent of pure
animal maleness! And I quickly buried my face in it and tried to gather as
much as I could with my nose before finally opening my mouth and licking
him from back to balls! I licked up and down his trench gathering every
tasteful pleasure I could. Then I glued my lips to his pouty asshole and
shoved my tongue as deep in his hole as I could reach.

This was what I loved to do! To lick and suck at the most secret place on a
man's body! I tasted the tartness of the inside of his ass and reveled in
the sensation of his hole clutching at my insistent tongue. I was in pig
heaven! I could have happily lived the rest of my life lying there with my
tongue up his butt. Except for the fact that I wanted his cock pounding in
my ass and he couldn't do both at the same time!

I finally withdrew from his ass and, raising up over him, allowed him to
lick my lips and face and share his ass scents with me. We kissed deeply
and he sucked on my tongue which had just been up his hole. He moaned as
well with the passion we were both feeling. Finally, I couldn't stand it
any longer.

"Fuck me!" I begged, withdrawing from our kiss.

I got up off him and that's when I felt it - the intense need to piss!

"Wait a minute, Mike." I said getting up off the bed. "I'll be right back."

"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked with disappointment in his voice.

"I gotta take a piss. Bad!" I explained.

"You don't have to go anywhere for that!" he said with a wicked grin on his
face.

"What do you mean?" I said, not catching on. "I've got to go! Now!"

"Sure, Sport, come here. Give me all your hot piss! Right in my mouth. I
want to drink you dry!"  he said with learing grin.

Now, Dad and Troy and I had played piss games in the shower and I'll admit
that I'd tasted theirs as well as my own. But nobody had ever wanted to
drink my piss before! I wasn't sure that I could do it! But, luckily, I was
reaching the point where I had no choice!

I brought my semi-hard cock to his lips and he gently put his mouth around
it. I could feel his tongue tickling the underside of my cock and, without
any effort on my part, I let loose with my hot stream of piss right into
his warm mouth. He rapidly began swallowing so that he wouldn't be
drowned. I was so turned on by what was happening, without realizing it, I
began to verbalize.

"Yeah, man! Drink my piss! Suck all that golden juice out of my cock!" I
growled.

At the sound of my voice, Mike looked up and directly into my eyes. I
looked down and saw him looking at me with my pissing cock in his mouth and
nearly lost it entirely! It was the hottest thing I had ever done! We
stayed that way until my cock ran dry and then Mike pulled me down and
planted his lips on mine. I opened my mouth to and instead of his tongue,
he forced some of my hot piss into my mouth. I tasted it. It was very salty
but not unpleasant. We shared this last bit of my piss, passing it back and
forth, my mouth to his, until I finally swallowed it.

"God! That was incredible!" I exclaimed.

"I'm so glad you didn't freak over it!" Mike said. "I was afraid you'd
think me a total perv for wanting to do that, but I've wanted to since the
day I met you."

"No! I don't think you're a perv! I've been playing piss games with Dad and
Troy in the shower for years! I've even tasted both of theirs. I just never
thought about drinking it!" I explained.

"It's always best straight from the spout!" he grinned. "I'd love the
chance to drink your Dad's piss!"

"Oh, I think that can be arranged. But not until I get that cock of yours
up my ass where it belongs!" I said, reaching down and grabbing onto his
hard cock.

Mike was uncut like me and Dad and I bent over and began licking inside the
foreskin. He had a heavy load of head cheese waiting for me. I could smell
it as soon as I got near his foreskin. I sucked the head of his cock into
my mouth and began licking out all that delicious man-goo. Mike stood there
stroking my head while I ate his cock.

"Hey, Sport." he said. "Would you like to try drinking piss? That beer has
gone right through me.  It's ok if you don't want to. But I thought I'd
make the offer."

Withdrawing my mouth from his cock, I looked up and he had a devilish grin
on his face.

"I'd really like to try it, but I'm afraid I might not be able to. Why
don't we go in the bathroom and get in the shower. That way, if I can't,
you won't have to waste it! You can piss all over me or, better yet, stick
it up my ass and give me a piss enema!"

"Wow!" enthused Mike, "I've never done that before!"

"Well, you just haven't lived then!" I grinned.

We rushed to the bathroom and got in the huge shower.

"Whoa!" Mike exclaimed when he saw the size of it. "You could almost get
the whole team in here at once!"

"I think that was what Dad had buried in his head when he had it built!" I
laughed.

I got down on my knees in front of Mike and put his now mostly soft dick
into my mouth. I used my tongue to tickle the underside of it like Mike had
done to me.

"I'm going to let it out slow and easy for you so you shouldn't have any
trouble swallowing. I don't want you to drown!" Mike smiled down at me.

As I continued to look up into his eyes, I felt the warm stream begin to
flow into my mouth. I was so surprised at how hot it was, I almost forgot
to swallow. But I quickly learned that by putting my tongue against his
cock's piss hole, I could stop the flow long enough to swallow
comfortably. So there I was, kneeling in the shower in front of the man I
loved, drinking his piss!  Is there a more intimate act that could be
imagined?! To take something that was inside his body into the inside of
mine was almost like going to communion. The taste was not strong. In fact,
it was less salty than mine and somewhat sweet. Rather than being grossed
out, I loved it! I quickly understood what Mike saw in this activity and
knew that I would be doing this a lot in the future.

Long before he was finished, Mike stopped his stream and pulled his cock
from my mouth.

"What's the matter," I said. "Wasn't I doing it right?"

"Oh, no! Sport! It was incredible!!! I loved it!! But ever since you
mentioned about pissing up your butt, I can't get it out of my mind. Could
we do that?" he begged.

"Sure! No problem, stud!" I laughed.

I reached over to the medicine cabinet and got some lube. I lubed my hole
and then turned around and leaned my arms on the wall with my butt to
Mike. He stepped up behind me and worked his semi-soft cock into my hole.

Not only do I love having a guy take a piss up my ass, I love to have a guy
enter me when he isn't completely hard and to feel his cock grow inside of
me. I love being fucked with a load of piss in my ass and feel it come
cascading out over my balls while the guy pounds away at my boy-hole.

Mike got his cock inside me and I could feel it starting to thicken. I was
afraid that he wouldn't be able to piss if he got a hardon. My worries
however were for nothing! Mike is one of the few guys I've ever run across
that can piss through a full hardon. And that's exactly what he proceeded
to do! I felt his cock grow bigger than I even thought it was and become
rock hard and then felt the hot fullness in my bowels of his piss at full
pressure! God! This guy could piss like a race horse for real!!! And he had
so much of it in him! We stood there for the longest time until he ran out.
Then he moved closer and clung to my back. He put his mouth to my ear and
began to lick it.

"So, what do we do now, Sport?" he growled in a low, sexy voice.

"Well, I don't know about you, but if you try pulling that beautiful, hard
cock out of my butt before you finish fucking me, I'm going to cut it the
fuck off!" I threatened.

"Your wish is my command, lover!" he said, using the term for the very
first time.

I looked back at him and he winked at me. I smiled and then I felt his hips
jab into me driving his cock deep into my butt! I welcomed the
invasion. Mike started slowly but quickly built to a blinding pace. He
power-fucked my ass for what seemed like hours! In fact, before he dumped
his load in my ass, I came twice all over the tiles in front of me!

Finally we collapsed in a heap in the shower. Mikes still semi-hard cock
slipped form my ass and I turned to lay in his arms. He leaned down and
gently kissed me on the lips with no tongue.

"I love you, Sport! I don't have any idea what I've done to deserve you in
my life, but I want you there forever." he whispered to me.

"And I want you, Mike. I love you. I need you. And I don't want to ever be
without you." I swore.

Mike suddenly stood up, and before I had a chance to, bent over and
literally picked me up in his arms. Without a word, he carried me back to
the bedroom and gently lay me on the bed. It was incredibly romantic!

He got on the bed himself, on his stomach and looked over at me.

"There's only one thing left to make us a part of each other. I really need
you to fuck me, Sport! I need to feel your hard cock pounding at my butt
and shooting a huge load of cum up my ass! This will bind us forever." he
said.

Even having cum twice already, at his words my cock started growing
again. I moved over on the bed and got behind him between his spread
legs. I buried my face in is ass-crack and began sucking and licking at his
hole. It easily opened to my tongue and I began to pack spit into it.  When
I was hard enough to enter, I raised up and spit in my hand and covered my
own cock with it.

"Yeah, Sport! That's the way! Just spit! And don't be gentle. Ram your cock
up my ass! That's the way I like it!" he moaned.

I placed the head of my cock at his hole, took aim, snapped my hips forward
as hard as I could and drove my cock balls deep in his fuck hole. He
grunted with the invasion, but quickly started to urge me on.

"That's it! Fuck that butt! Pound my fucking ass! Bury your dick in my jock
ass!" he growled.

As I fucked him as hard as I could, he kept pushing back, meeting each
thrust with a backward thrust of his own. He really wanted cock up his butt
and I was giving it to him. I pounded his butt for about 15 minutes and,
even having just come twice, could no longer hold back.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot my hot load up your fucking ass!" I
screamed.

"Yeah! Cream my jock butt! Gimme your hot load up my butt!" he screamed
right along with me.

But before I could shoot, I felt his ass tighten around my cock in spasms
and knew he was shooting his load into the bed cover. This put me over the
edge and I swear I came at least a gallon up his ass! It was like I
couldn't stop shooting - and I didn't want to! It was the greatest fuck I'd
had in my life!

I collapsed on his back and several hours later, that's the way Dad found
us. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. I woke up and looked in his
eyes. He could see the contentment and happiness in my face.

"Well, looks like you were successful after all, Sport! I've got to hand it
to you."

I felt Mike stir beneath me. He looked over at Dad and I could feel him
tense.

"It's OK, Mike. Dad just came in to say good night to us." I said calmly.

"Hey, Coach!" Mike said hesitantly.

"Ah...Dad, I'd like to introduce you to my lover, Mike." I said.

"Well! Congratulations! And my condolences to you, Mike! I don't know how
you're going to put up with him!" Dad chuckled.

"I love him more than anything in the world, Coach!" Mike said.

"And I know that he loves you. I'm very happy for both of you." And in so
saying, Dad blessed our union.

"Ah....Dad...." I hesitated.

"Yes, Sport?" he asked.

"Do you think there's room for one more guy in this house?" I asked.

"For Mike, we'll gladly make room! Welcome to the family, son." Dad said,
looking right at Mike.

"Thank's....uh.....Dad!"


And so where to now? I don't know right now. But if you liked the story,
write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com