Little Sheldon's Big Brother part 5
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Of all the discoveries George had made about his sone Georgie in the last few weeks, the most recent development was perhaps the most surprising. It had been a shock when Georgie had ushered his father into the closet of his office only watch as his son Georgie brought in another footballer named Mark and sucked him off on the coach's desk. As with all of their encounters, they didn't discuss it. After Mark had left, Georgie had gone to the closet and dropped to his knees, sucking his dad off to completion before they quietly drove home from practice and ate dinner with their family.
But if this was a shock, the next day George almost had a stroke when his son once again ushered him into the closet to watch as another boy, this one a handsome blond senior named Kevin walked into the office, dropped his pants, and stuck his dick down Georgie's throat. Much as the day before, Georgie sucked the boy off to completion all while putting on a show for his dad who was watching from the closet. Once the boy came and went, Georgie would suck the load out of his dad. Again they would drive home in silence.
It was on the third day that George had a revelation about his son. These weren't first time encounters. He wasn't going out and finding these boys to bring back to the locker room. He already knew these boys. He had probably blown these boys many times before. How long had he been doing this? How long had Coach Wilkins been fucking his son up the ass? George wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. But he also felt powerless to stop. Each time he thought it would be the last time. That he would take Georgie aside and talk it out and put and end to it and put him and his son back on the straight and narrow. But then Georgie would put his mouth on his father's cock, or back his ass up and slide down onto him, and any thought would leave his head.
They had football practice three days per week and a game on Friday night. George repeated this pattern each day they were at the locker room. Even after the game on Friday. After the room had cleared and everyone was gone, Georgie had given his father the signal and he had (still surprised) hidden in the closet. That night, it wasn't a boy, but Coach Wilkins again. George watched as his friend and co-worker unzipped his pants and slid his long black cock inside his son. Georgie stared at his father through the crack in the closet door while the husky black coach bred him.
The next week was the same. Each day a different boy would come in to shoot their load down Georgie's throat. On the second Wednesday, the skinny young student (who George didn't recognize) with red hair not only got sucked, but pawed at Georgie's crotch until Georgie took out his own dick. The two boys sixty-nined on the desk. Over the next few weeks, Georgie literally look two cocks a day. The first a random classmate of his. Then minutes later, his father's. George had never gotten off so often in his life. Coach Wilkins was the only one that ever fucked Georgie and one of the few repeat visitors. Another adult, a substitute math teacher in his 20's was the only other adult.
Georgie didn't have a type. The boys and men were of all heights, builds, hair color, race. Some of them had big cocks but most were average or even small by comparison. The whole thing had become a huge part of George's daily routine. And it was starting to make him crazy. Even if it excited him. One day, Georgie came in, and instinctually George stood to take his place in the closet. Georgie grabbed his father by the arm which surprised George and made him look his son dead in the eye. His son spoke in a whisper. "Got a special one today." He released his Dad, who look stricken. What could that possibly mean? He was a little scared, but he hustled to the closet to hide. He heart beat in his ears.
Georgie, as always, spoke to someone that George couldn't see outside the room before he led them in. This time, George definitely recognized the boy. It was his son Sheldon's only real friend, Tam. Tam was tall and lanky, with smooth, tan skin and dark black hair. He seemed at ease with Georgie, which (as always) indicated this was not the first time he had been with Georgie for this purpose.
Tam removed his backpack as Georgie expertly unfastened Tam's jeans and quickly pulled them down. Tam wasn't wearing underwear and his erect cock sprung up once free. George was shocked and impressed. Tam's small, wiry frame gave no indication of the python of a dick hidden between his legs. It was a thick eight inches and was so heavy that it pointed slightly downward when hard. Without hesitation, Georgie took it all in his mouth and eagerly blew the hung young boy.
After only a minute or so, Tam whispered something to Georgie that George couldn't hear from the closet. Whatever it was, Georgie smiled at it as he stood, unzipping his own jeans as he did. George expect the two boys would sixty-nine as he had seen George do with the red head, but instead, Georgie (his pants still around his ankles) lay on his back on the desk and bent his knees, bringing his sneakers closer to his chest and holding them there. George watched as Tam eased forward, spit in his hand, rubbed the spit on his plus-sized cock, and began to effortlessly slide into George's son. George had seen Wilkins fucking his boy, but this was somehow different. Something about the intensity on Tam's face. The force of the thrusts. It wasn't so rushed. It wasn't an act of semi-aggression. It was intense for sure. But it was closer to the way you made love than to the way you fucked.
Almost without thinking, George had freed his own cock and silently masturbated as he watched Tam first moan, then grunt inaudibly as he filled Georgie's ass. While still inside Georgie, Tam stroked Georgie's cock until he too came, getting it on his t-shirt and jeans. Tam then quickly pulled out and dressed. Georgie didn't dress, but put his legs down and moved into a seated position on the desk. His pants still around his ankles, Tam laughed, pointed and Georgie shirt and said something soft that George couldn't hear. Both boys laughed and Tam gave Georgie a light kiss on the cheek before grabbing his backpack and slipping out the door, closing it behind him. Seeing Tam kiss his boy had almost made George cum.
Georgie, his shirt still covered in cum, motioned his dad to come out. George waddled out of the closet, his own pants around his ankle, his hard dick in his hand. Georgie smiled at him and once again lay back. George, feeling an overwhelming urge, took the spot Tam had just vacated, positioned himself, then effortlessly slipped his cock inside the boy. Tam had loosened him up nicely. Georgie groaned softly and said, "yeah Dad." George was already so close that he barely got three strokes in before he climaxed inside his son. When he pulled out, his own semen mixed with Tam's, oozed out of Georgie's hole. George pulled his pants up and fastened them as he walked around the desk. Again, he felt an overwhelming desire. He bent over and kissed his son's face in exactly the spot Tam had.
When he pulled his face away, he saw a look on Georgie's face that he hadn't seen since the first time he had exposed himself to his father and tasted his father's cock and felt his father's cock slide up his hole. For the first time, it was Georgie who was surprised.