Little Sheldon's Big Brother Part 4
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Since watching his son get fucked by Coach Wilkins in the locker room, George Cooper had become obsessed with seeing his son with other men. He couldn't talk to his son about this. Indeed, he and his son had never spoken about their own sexual activity together. Aside from the occasionally sly remark before or after a sexual encounter, Georgie acted as if everything was normal up to the moment he had his Dad's cock in his mouth or up his ass.
With the house full of family at home, they couldn't play at home. So they had settled into a new routine around football practice. Each day after practice was over, Georgie would linger in the shower until the last of the other players had left. Once they were sure they were alone, Georgie would do one of two things depending on his mood. On most days, he would walk into his dad's tiny office at the back of the locker room having showered and redressed in his street clothes. He would kneel on the cold tile floor in front of his Dad's desk chair and pull his Dad's cock out. Georgie would suck his Dad's cock until he heard his father's breath quicken. He would then swallow his Dad's load and lick him clean before putting his dick away and standing once more. George, who had initially been unable to look at his son while he did these things to him, now maintained intense eye contact with the boy until after he felt his son swallow hard.
Maybe every third time, Georgie would mix it up. Instead of being dressed, Georgie would come in still wet from his shower with a towel around his waist. He would stand over his seated father, take out the cock and gently masturbate him until he was hard. Georgie would then drop his towel and back onto his father's lap. Georgie would roughly slam himself down onto his father's dick, his firm ass bouncing on his Dad's beer belly. It usually didn't take long before Georgie would hear his Dad grunting and feel his hot load inside him. Unlike at the beginning where George wouldn't touch Georgie during these encounters, Georgie now relished the feeling of each his father's big hands on his hips while he rode his dick to completion.
But this day, as George waited in his office, now admittedly eager after each practice to fill his son's mouth or ass, his son came into the office quietly with his finger up to his mouth to indicate the need for quiet. Georgie leaned down to his father's ear and whispered, "Quick, get in the closet!" George was confused, but instinctively stood and quickly (especially quick for a guy his size) jogged the few feet to the nearby closet and shut the door. In his mind, someone must be hear and at risk of catching him and Georgie. Though if he had thought about it, he and Georgie had yet to do anything yet. They were both fully clothed, they weren't in a compromising position. But maybe when you know something you are doing is wrong, you assume everyone must know. George closed the door, only to have Georgie open it again just a crack. Georgie silently held up his thumb and for finger to indicate, "keep it open this much". George was confused and scared and could feel his heart beat in his ears.
George, from his vantage point in the closet could see the door to the office and the corner of his desk. He watched Georgie go to the door and speak to someone outside the door. He hard, "Ok Mark, coast is clear." At the confirmed presence of another, George's heart leapt with fright once more. His blood ran cold when he watched as a figure walked in behind Georgie. George knew this boy. Mark Taylor was one of his players. A linebacker. Mark was tall with broad shoulders, who at times, forgot to hustle on the field. His black hair was wet from the shower he had presumably just taken, but he was dressed in his street clothes. George had no idea what Georgie was up to as he locked the door behind them and said, "my Dad should be gone another 20 minutes at least." Georgie said in a hushed tone. Mark looked nervous. "Whatever, let's just do this quick. My mom is waiting in the car." Mark was so matter-of-fact. George thought he knew what was about to happen. And he would have bet money it wasn't the first time.
Without further prompting, Georgie took a knee in front of Mark. This was almost the exact place Georgie knelt each time he blew his Dad while seated in his desk chair. Georgie silently unbuckled Mark's belt and in one tug, pulled down his jeans and underwear, George saw the boy's tool and noted that while it wasn't as large as Georgie's it was still nice. Six inches and semi erect, with a large head. It protruded away from Mark's body as it hardened, almost before their eyes. George then couldn't see it anymore as Georgies mouth enveloped it. George watched, his mouth agape, his own dick hardening, from the closet as his son moved his head up and down the boy's shaft. Georgie turned his head slightly as made direct eye contact with his father while moving up and down on the dick. In the closet, George absentmindedly reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. He gently tugged at himself while the his son sucked dick just feet away.
Georgie gently massaged Mark's balls while he expertly bobbed up and down on his dick. Mark cooed and breathed heavy. After no more than a minute, maybe 90 seconds, Mark started breathing even heavier, and George pushed his head all the way down. George watched as Georgie's Adam's apple moved up and down as Mark's semen went down his throat. Mark quickly recovered and reached down to pull up his pants. Mark seemed nervous and in a hurry. Georgie was at ease as always. "Good job man! Good hustle out there today." Georgie said. It was hard to tell if Georgie was being funny or was serious. Or maybe he was talking about the boy's cock and not about his football skills. Mark laughed nervously and was about to leave when he turned to Georgie and said, "same time next week?" Georgie smiled and said, "sounds like a plan, man!". Mark unlocked the door and disappeared. Georgie pulled it shut once more and locked it behind him. Then he stared as his father in the closet.