Little Sheldon's Big Brother part 3
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Every day for the rest of the time that the rest of the family was away, Georgie had taken a load from his father's cock at least one a day. Whether it was waking him up by sucking his cock and eagerly swallowing his Dad's cum, or backing his ass onto his father's lap and riding until he felt his Dad's cum inside his guts, Georgie always began and ended each session with a smile. George was still so confused by the entire thing, but ultimately, he relented. By the end of the week, he came to expect it. He never spoke about it with Georgie. He never touched Georgie, letting him do all the work. And when his wife and other kids had returned home from their trip, George had felt an uneasy sickness in his stomach that his wife would sense the weirdness and somehow suss out what had happened.
But that didn't happen. With the rest of the family home, Georgie acted as if nothing had happened. Georgie didn't even give him so much as a weird glance at the dinner table. They certainly weren't going to talk about it. And after a week of business as usual, George almost wondered if the whole thing hadn't been some strange fever dream. But there was also a part of him that missed his encounters with Georgie. They were strange and forbidden, but Georgie pleasured him a way no woman ever had. One night, George tried to broach the idea of his wife blowing him, but she shut this idea down quickly. George rolled over frustrated and fell asleep thinking of his ton's tight wet throat and even tighter hole.
It was a few weeks later and George had just gotten home from a long day at work. The moment his ass touched his easy chair, the phone rang. The house empty, he exhaled deeply as he got up to answer it. It was Georgie. He had stayed after school thinking he had football practice only to realize that they didn't and now he didn't have a ride home. George thought this was strange, since they never had practice on Monday's, but he chalked it up to his eldest son's typical carelessness and lack of planning. Reluctantly, George agreed that he would be along to pick him up. Georgie made a point to say that he would get in some strength training in the weight room while he waited and George thought this was odd. The school was minutes away by car. Why not just wait out front of the school like he had countless other times.
As George climbed into his pick up truck, he wondered if this all wasn't just a ruse to get father and son alone again. On a Monday, no practice, the weight room, locker room, field house, would all be abandoned. The thought of once again getting to feel his son's mouth or ass on his often neglected cock made that cock harden as George drove. Secretly, the thought terrified him too.
George parked outside the high school football stadium and walked to the field house. He made a point to open the door quietly, thinking that perhaps he would "catch" Georgie gently tugging his cock on a weight bench. In the days they had spent alone, Georgie would routinely tease his father by masturbating in the open where he could be seen. In the shower, in his own bed with the door open, once while at the dining room table in the middle of dinner of drive-thru fried chicken. Georgie had a big thick cock and apparently got off showing it off to his dad.
George heard a noise coming from his own small office at the back of the locker room. But George instantly realized it wasn't just Georgie he heard. It was two men. Both were grunting. One was his son. The other was someone else. He wasn't saying many actual words, so George couldn't tell who it was. But the timber sounded familiar.
George peaked around the corner and was shocked at what he saw. Georgie was there as expected. He was bent over George's own small wooden desk. He was wearing a cut off white T shirt and his white jock with the red strap. He was laying on his belly and facing toward where George was standing. He instantly saw George and smiled before giving a sly wink. Perhaps the more shocking part was the husky figure, a large black man, standing behind Georgie, plunging his long, thick cock into Georgie's ass. George knew the man. It was his own assistant coach, Mr. Wilkins. George was both shocked and excited. On the one hand, to discover that Coach Wilkins would fuck a student. But that it was his own son. But then George remembered the feel of his son's ass on his own dick and realized that he couldn't be that scandalized. George smiled, but with each hard thrust, his face grimaced. Wilkins had a similar body type to George, husky, out of shape. Like George, Wilkins' beer belly protruded.
But George could tell from across the room that Wilkins' dick was much larger than his own. Wilkins didn't pull it all the way out of Georgie's tight ass with each up stroke, but even from what George could see, he reckoned that Wilkins must be nine inches. And as thick as a beer can. George probably wouldn't have admitted it to himself, but there was a small amount of pride in hime. Look at his boy that that massive dick. Georgie was a real game day player.
Wilkins grunted hard with each stroke into Georgie and the two had a clear rhythm going. Georgie smiled intently at his father as the large black cock slammed into him over and over again. Wilkins was oblivious to George's presence and went about rearranging Georgie's guts. George watched his son getting sodomized for only a minute or two before Wilkins got louder. He grabbed Georgie's long brown hair and pulled his head back. Georgie grunted loud, but maintained eye contact with his father. Georgie winced as Wilkins thrust hard into him one last time, bottoming out inside him as his jizz filled Georgie's hole. Wilkins grunted and spat as he finished. At last, having fully recovered from his orgasm, Wilkins released Georgie's hair and patted him on the small of his back saying, "that's a good boy" as he wiped his dick off with a nearby towel. George's remained on the table, looking at his dad, as Wilkins quickly dressed and said, "Same time next week?" George smiled as he spoke to Wilkins but continued to look at this Dad (still hiding across the room). "You know it coach!"
Wilkins, having gotten what he wanted, quickly left. George stepped behind a nearby bank of lockers to avoid being seen and waited a full minute to be sure he was gone before he stepped into view of his son again. George was still on his tummy on the desk, having not moved an iota since Wilkins had finished inside him. George stepped closer, unable to think of anything to say having just witnessed his son getting plowed by another man. Georgie, never at a loss for words, opened his mouth to speak, "Dad, why don't you..." but George cut him off, holding his finger up to his own mouth in the universal sign for "shh". Georgie went silent. Which was unusual for Georgie.
Georgie stared ahead as his father stepped behind him and out of his line of sight. George heard the unfastening of a belt and the wrinkle of fabric before feeling the now familiar sensation of the tip of his father's cock on his asshole. Wilkins was very large and had loosened Georgie a lot. His father's cock slipped inside easily. Georgie cooed. This was the first time that George had actually pushed into him. Each other time, it had been Georgie who had backed up onto his father's cock and ridden him to completion. Georgie admired the initiative. And he realized that his plan had worked perfectly.
George had been close to cumming the moment he had seen Wilkins fucking his son. Also, George never last all that long anyway. After less than a minute of fucking his son, Georgie hard his father grunt as he added his seed to Wilkins inside his guts. Georgie, now satisfied to have gotten two loads, sat up. As George quietly put his cock away and straightened himself up, Georgie stood from the desk. As soon as he was upright, a thick wad of semen (mostly Wilkins, but George's too, slipped from Georgie's ass and splatted in a little puddle on the floor. As a little trickle of jizz trailed down Georgie's inner thigh, he looked at his Dad who first looked confused before giving a little laugh and scoffing. "You better clean that up. You know I don't like the custodian having to clean up you boys' messes in the locker room." Georgie, who had always had the upper hand in his previous encounters with his dad, suddenly felt like his dad was in control in this moment. He was the one who was confused now. And he kind of liked it. His dad threw him a towel and he began to wipe his ass and inner thigh. "And hurry up and get dressed so we can get out of here. We are going to be late for dinner."