Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 13:54:45 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Travis,  chapters 6 & 7 Gay Incest section

Author's note: Please be aware that this story differs from most of my
other work, in that it is primarily, a story of sex.  If that's what you're
searching for, you've come to the right place.  If you'd rather read a
story of romance, which includes some sex, please read my other work:
Phalen, Wesley, Chris, or Owen.


Travis

Chapter seven

by Roy Reinikainen


	As good as doing his brother was, Travis found that he couldn't
concentrate.  Nick's descriptions of the things that went on in his house
were the stuff of dreams for a man who'd not had any gay sex, during his
marriage, until only a few weeks earlier.  Of course, he'd had his share of
men while growing up, and when he was at college, but after getting married
. . . nothing.  For over eighteen years he'd tried to convince himself that
he wasn't sexually frustrated.  After all, his wife was a good sex partner,
but . . . she wasn't a man.  'I want both,' he thought, then inwardly
grinned.  'Right now, what I want is to have sex with as many guys as I can
get.

	His brother's groans brought him back to the present.  'Nick always
was a good fuck,' Travis thought, then snorted.  'When it comes to sex,
that's what my brother is best at.  I imagine my son, Kent, will be just
like his uncle, with his brother, Glenn, a close second.

	The thought of the sexual encounters he'd recently had with both
boys pushed him close to the brink of an orgasm.  Sensing how close he was,
Nick began to rhythmically tighten his sphincter, milking Travis' penis,
and after only a couple more strokes . . . and the fantasy of being fucked
by his own sons . . . pushed him over the edge.

	With each thrust, he grunted and shot another steam of sperm into
his brother, vowing that someday it would be his boys he was plugging, or
who would be doing him.

	"Damn, he sighed, pulling free, feeling weak in the knees.  Nick
swung the door with the glory hole in it open and smiled at his brother,
who was leaning against the hallway wall.  He acknowledged his brother's
smile with a slow shake of his head and a smile of fulfillment.

	"I've been wanting that for at least eighteen years."

	Nick laughed and patted him on the back.  "Stick with me Travis,
and I can assure you that you'll not have to wait another eighteen years to
have more fun.  In fact, you're likely to have more sex than you can
possibly handle."

	"I don't think that's possible," Travis laughed.  "I'm not as big a
horn-dog as you, but I'm close.  The only other person who I can think of
who might come close to you would be Kent."  Travis shook his head.  "I'm
thinking that that boy might possibly even have you beat."  He laughed, "a
real cum-hound."

	Travis' eyes shifted to the door with their holes.  He smiled.
"Just like his old man."  Nick's brows rose as his brother knelt before the
door and began licking the sticky opening clean.  "Oh yeah," he smiled,
sitting back on his heels and glancing over his shoulder, to where his
brother was watching him.  "If I can't get it right from the source, this
is second best.  Until recently, the only sperm I got to eat was my own.  I
don't intend to stop eating that, but geez Nick, the mere thought of the
number of guys you talk about . . ."  He shook his head.  "It's hard to
imagine . . . a virtual Shangri-La."

	"Well, little brother," Nick said, extending a hand to help his
brother stand, "since you're so hard-up for sperm, direct-from-the-source,
I'm thinking you might like to join my police officer friend and his boys
this weekend, for a full day of bare-ass-naked sex.  He's told me that he's
working on trying to get one of his neighbors and his two sons to join us.
Apparently, this guy and his boys have been playing with one another since
they became teens."

	"No shit?" Travis asked, suddenly breathless with the thought.
"Would they mind me being there?  I mean, I won't be bringing my boys."

	Nick grinned.  "No, I'm sure they'll be more than pleased.  My
friend's boys, are more sex crazed than their father.  None of the sex will
be anonymous though," Nick added, as an afterthought.  "I know that's one
of the things that excites you, but looking a guy in the eye as he shoots
up your butt, or you shoot up his, has its own merits."


----------


	"Hey Coach!"  Kent Pollard jogged from across the field wearing a
bright smile.

	"Hey Mister Pollard, howzit hanging?"

	Kent casually groped himself, his smile brightening.  "At the
moment, to the left.  What about yours?"

	"If you keep that up, it won't be hanging," Coach Greene laughed.
"I've been trying to figure out a way we could get some uninterrupted time
to finish what we started the other day.  So far, nothing has presented
itself."

	"It just has," Kent laughed.  This time he wiped his bare chest
with his t-shirt, looking at the coach from beneath lidded eyes.  "Geez,
it's hot today.  It sure would be great to have someone lick me clean."  He
casually stuck a hand down the front of his shorts and adjusted himself.
"My dick and asshole are all sweaty."

	Coach Greene glanced around to see who might be watching Kent
Pollard's antics.  It didn't appear anyone was paying any attention.  "You
said that an opportunity to be together has presented itself?  Whatcha have
in mind?"

	"My parents are gonna both be gone all weekend.  Mom's going to
some sort of boring conference, and Dad's hanging out with his brother
doing some sort of bonding ritual, or something.  Those are his words."
Kent smiled.  "So my brother and I are gonna be all alone, both of us
looking to get it on with a coach."  Kent lifted one arm over his head and
sniffed his sweaty pit.  "You sure you don't want to fuck me, right here?
My asshole's been twitching ever since our encounter a couple weeks ago."

	"Both you and your brother are interested in getting together?  He
knows about what we've done?"

	"Sure, he knows.  I've told him what we did as he was pounding my
ass, one night.  He thinks it'd be way-cool to have you fuck him too."

	"What about him doing me?  I like things both ways."

	"For sure!"  This time Kent's grope against the bare skin of his
cock took longer.  When he finished, he pulled the front of his gym shorts
down, just enough for the coach to see the head of his cock, which was now
pressed against his belly, glistening with pre-cum.  "Glenn likes things
both ways.  He actually likes hairless guys best, but when a sexy guy
offers to drink his cum and plug his butt, he's not gonna turn him away.
So, what d'ya say?  Wanna spend Saturday with us, at our place?  You can be
bare-ass-naked the entire day, fucking and sucking to your heart's content.
Glenn's a year older than me.  He's not a whole lot more hairy than I am.
His dick is freaking great.  Mine's sorta thick.  His is thick and long.
He's got balls the size of chicken eggs and likes to have 'em sucked and
played with.  Oh, and he shoots loads of cream."

	"Hmm," Coach Greene murmured, imagining himself between the two
Pollard boys, his dick buried in one, while the other fucked him.

	"So?" Kent asked.  "Would you like to go back to your office for a
quick fuck . . . no foreplay or stuff.  I'll just yank down my shorts and
spread my cheeks so you can slide in.  I need your load coach," he
murmured.  "You can plug me today, then, on Saturday, you can have both me
and Glenn as many times as you can get it up.  You don't even have to leave
a load behind.  Just having you inside us will be great, especially since
you'll be sliding in using your own sperm as lube."

	Coach Green glanced toward the locker room, then at his watch.
It'd be at least twenty minutes before the guys on the field would be
heading back to shower and dress.  "A quick fuck sounds great, Kent.  You
head on into the locker room and wait in my office.  I'll be there as soon
as I tell the guys I've had to go tend to some business.  Don't pull 'em
down yet though.  I don't want all your sweat to evaporate before I have a
chance to at least give a lick or two across your butthole."  He patted
Kent on the back, then watched as those muscular cheeks flexed as Kent
jogged toward the locker room.

	"A whole weekend with him and his brother," the coach thought, then
shouted at the guys on the field to head back in about twenty minutes.
'That should be enough time,' he thought, though he wasn't sure if he'd
want to pull free, once he was buried in Kent Pollard's asshole.  'So
hairless and sweet looking,' he thought, recalling the time in the shower
when Kent had bent forward and spread his cheeks, alternatively tightening
and relaxing his hole in the most blatant invitation he'd ever received
from a guy.  He couldn't begin to guess the number of times he'd jerked off
thinking about that pulsing pink opening, imagining what it'd look like to
be oozing some cum.  "I'm about to find out," he said, aloud, as he jogged
toward the locker room, and his office.


----------


	"Hey Nick," young Patrick Denon said, as Nick answered the
telephone.  "Dad told Josh and me that we're gonna get to spend the weekend
at your place.  "I'm looking forward to it, for sure.  But, since Mister
Witton and the guys can't come this weekend, I was wondering if I could
bring a friend of mine, from school.  Dad said it was okay with him, but I
had to ask you.  He told me to tell you that Jerry is a, 'hot little
fucker.'"

	Patrick laughed.  "Dad's not had him yet, though he has learned
from Jerry's dad, that Jerry is a real good fuck.  He's got a nice dick
too, according to his dad, who says it feels real good.  Oh, he shoots an
awesome load too, of really sweet stuff."

	"With a sales pitch like that, how could I refuse?" Nick laughed.
"Why can't Jerry's dad, come with him?  My brother'll be there.  I've told
him about you and your brother.  He's looking forward to have you squirming
on his dick.

	"Way cool, Nick!  That way you can fuck Josh and your brother can
do me."  Patrick giggled.  "And Dad can do Jerry and watch.  He really
likes watching Josh and me get fucked, almost more than he likes fucking
us.  Almost, as good, Patrick laughed.

	"Last night, he invited the neighbor guy, Mister Witton, over to do
both Josh and me.  Dad watched him fuck me until he was about ready to pop,
then our neighbor slid out just long enough for Dad to ease in and shoot
his load.  Then the neighbor finished.  Both Dad and the neighbor reload
fast, so it wasn't hardly any time till they were taking turns at Josh's
ass."  Patrick laughed.  "Little Josh was squealing for them to do him
harder.

	"Oh yeah, you asked why Jerry's dad can't come with us.  He's got
some sort of convention or something to go to.  He's told Jerry's mom that
Jerry's gonna be spending the weekend with Josh and me.  He's also told Dad
that he expects to be invited to your house the next time you have everyone
over.  He squeezed my butt and told Dad that he was looking forward to
leaving a deposit, then watch Dad leave one in Jerry.  I bet he'd think
it'd be way hot to watch you and that big thing of yours do his boy, and
your brother too.  Geez, Nick, this is gonna be so cool having all you big
guys to play with.


----------


	Coach Greene slipped into his office and locked the door, grinning
at Kent.  "Alright, Mister Pollard," he said, crossing the room to stand
close to the student.  "Drop the shorts and let me see that sweaty butthole
of yours."  He stripped out of his own loose fitting shorts and strap.
Before he could toss the sweaty and stained jock toward the dirty clothes
bin, Kent grabbed it and draped it over his head, with his nose buried in
the pouch.

	He then, blindly pushed down his own gym shorts, and leaned
forward, spreading his cheeks with both hands.  His asshole felt the cool
air of the office for only a moment before Coach Greene's tongue found the
mark and began to vigorously try and bury itself in the sweaty opening.
"That's it, Coach," Kent murmured, pressing himself back against the coach.
"Get it real wet, then push in."  Kent inhaled deeply of the pungent strap
draped across his face.  "C'mon, Coach, do me now!  We don't have all day.
We'll have to wait for Saturday for that."

	Coach Green reluctantly backed away from the spit-slick pink
opening, wiped a hand across his face, and stood.  He spit onto his hand
then added the spit to his own pre-cum and aimed his dick head at Kent's
beautiful hole.  'Fuck,' he thought.  'This is so damned hot.  I wish I had
a movie of this for those long lonely winter nights when I only have my
right hand to keep me company."

	"Cooooach," Ken anxiously moaned.

	"Here it comes, Mister Pollard," the coach murmured as he gently
pushed the spongy-firm head of his cock against the muscular sphincter of
his student.  There was a moment's hesitation, then, as if it had had lots
of experience, the ring of muscle relaxed and the head disappeared, to be
instantly engulfed in slippery heat.

	"Oh fuuuuck," he sighed, as he slid the full length of his erection
into Kent.  "I've been jacking off at least once a day, dreaming of doing
this."  He hit bottom, and, after only the slightest bit of urging on
Kent's part, began pounding.

	"C'mon Coach," Kent huffed.  Even though he was bracing himself
against the coach's big metal desk, the force of the coach's thrusts pushed
both him and the desk.  He could feel hot droplets of the coach's sweat
land on his back and grinned to himself.  'Coach Greene is gonna get more
than he can handle this weekend.  He thinks he's the only person who can
power-fuck guy.  He hasn't felt anything unless he'd had Glenn climb on top
of him.  Glenn likes the guys he fucks to be lying on their backs, their
knees drawn close to their shoulders.  That way, he says, he can get in
deeper, and kiss the guy he's fucking, at the same time.'

	In the distance both the coach and Kent could hear the sounds of
the returning students.  Soon the locker room would be full of noise and
horseplay.  "You want my load, Mister Pollard?" Coach Greene asked.  "I'm
planning on shooting it inside."

	Kent jerked his head in the affirmative, confident he would be
suffering from whiplash, after the coach was done.  "Sweet . . . coach."

	He'd no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth when the coach
held on tightly and thrust one . . . twice . . . three times more, before
the coach stopped moving.  He jerked and groaned as each pulse of his sperm
was forced into Kent's body.

	For his part, the coach's vigorous stimulation of his prostate
caused Kent to shoot his own load, after doing nothing but aiming his
erection at his leg.  When the coach's orgasm ebbed, Kent's started.  He
tried to stifle a long jerky groan, as his hot sperm splashed against his
thigh and began to run down his leg.  He pulled himself free of the coach's
cock and turned to the still dazed older man, gesturing toward his own leg.

	"Lick it off," he ordered.  "He reached out and took the coach's
shoulder, forcing him to his knees.  "Now, coach.  Start with my boy dick,
then clean my leg and foot."  He thrust his hips forward and wiped his
slimy cock head over the coach's slightly parted lips.  "Now," he urged.

	While Coach Green was licking Kent's bare feet clean, Kent ran his
fingers through the dark curls of the coach's head.  "Remember," he said
just loud enough for only the coach to hear.  "Next time we're together,
it's you who are going to get fucked, by both me and Glenn."  He chuckled.
"You're gonna love his dick coach.  It's way-big, and shoots the sweetest
sperm I've ever tasted."  He squeezed his softening dick, forcing out one
last pearl of sperm, and held it out to the coach.  "Lick it!"

~ to be continued ~


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Roy Reinikainen
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