CHARLES:

    To this day, I vividly remembered the moment I realized my son Brett was becoming a man. It took place in his high school coach's office. Coach Kovach had invited me in (specifically asking to talk to me rather than Brett's mom) to let me know he had walked in on my son getting his dick sucked in the locker room. Kovach's words were blunt and matter-of-fact. He relayed that the boys weren't in any trouble, but I needed to have a talk with my son and let him know to be more careful in the future.

    Back then, I was impressed by Coach Kovach's no-nonsense approach while talking about sex to a student's dad such as myself. I wished I could be so direct and confident – but I've come a long way since. Now, when I walked in on my son sucking Kovach's cock in a public men's room, I just smiled and joined them. The look on the coach's face was priceless when he saw me whip out my own dick. Things got even more extreme when I let my son suck me off in front of his former coach.

    Being the good cocksucker that he was, Brett took care of me and Kovach at the same time. He knew just how to get each of us to the edge, before switching to the other man's dick and prolonging the pleasure. Before long, my fingers found their way to my son's exposed ass, teasing Brett's hole just like he was doing to our dicks. I could tell Coach Kovach was close to cumming, but I had an even kinkier suggestion.

    "What do you say, Coach? Wanna fuck my son?" I asked, finger-fucking Brett's ass in front of the astounded coach, whose mouth was as wide open as Brett's.

    "Let's go to my place," Kovach said, withdrawing his hard dick from my son's mouth. I could tell he was trying to sound calm, but the slight tremble in his usually cool voice gave him away. I had been prepared to let this happen right here in the bathroom stall, Kovach was right: we should move someplace more private. The coach was so excited that it was making his hands tremble as he tucked his prick away in his shorts. "Shit. I gotta wait for this to go down," he noted, looking down at the tent he was pitching in his basketball shorts with no underwear.

    I helped Brett stand up and we smiled at each other before sharing a passionate kiss. Finally, we put our own cocks away and waited a bit until we were somewhat flaccid. Then, we left the men's room and rushed out of the furniture store without buying anything.

    Leaving my car in the parking lot, I followed Coach Kovach to his truck. Brett and I both chose to sit in the back, where my son continued to suck my dick. I could tell Kovach was having difficulties driving; he was too dickstracted by the sight of my hunk of a son slobbering on my re-erected pole. Kovach spent more time looking in the rear-view mirror rather than paying attention on the road in front of him. Thankfully, it didn't take too long to get to his place. Ten minutes later, we arrived in Kovach's bachelor pad, heading straight to the bedroom which had, I suspected, hosted a huge number of sex partners. I bet none of them had ever been a father and son, though.

    Without wasting any time, Brett and Coach Kovach took their clothes off. They eyed each other hungrily, even though they'd seen each other naked countless times, in the locker room or the showers that the coach sometimes shared with his students. I was happy to see Kovach was just as hairy as I was, which only added to his masculine vibe. My son was much smoother, though his chest was filling in quite nicely. I couldn't wait to see him get fucked! I smacked his bare ass and he practically jumped into position. He got on his hands and knees with his feet hanging off the bed.

    "I've got some lube around here somewhere," Kovach muttered and went to rifle through his bedside drawer. He still sounded slightly nervous, which was very unlike him.

    "Don't worry about that. He can take you without it," I said as I took my clothes off. I knew just how talented of a bottom my son had become, all thanks to the mentorship from my brother Austin.

    Kovach looked at me dumbfounded, the look of disbelief lingering in his eyes. His dick, however, grew hard as a rock.

    "You... you really want me to fuck him?" he asked incredulously, almost like he was seeking my permission.

    Instead of answering him, I knelt on the mattress next to Brett. With both hands, I spread my son's cheeks open, showing the coach Brett's smooth, willing hole. Brett swayed his hips in anticipation. I stuck my tongue out and decided to lubricate my son's ass after all – using only my saliva.

    "Ahhhh!" Brett moaned as I began rimming his hole. I spat a few times and penetrated him nice and deep with my tongue, working my spit in. Coach Kovach watched attentively and stroked himself. He slowly stepped behind Brett. I moved my head out of the way… and the coach finally lined up his fat cock with my son's tight pucker. 

    Coach Kovach looked at me and I nodded, reaffirming this was okay. He held his breath and slowly but forcefully pushed his thick dick inside my son. As I knew he would, Brett opened up easily to the older man's girthy shaft. Inch by inch Kovach pushed, and once he was fully inserted, the two men moaned in unison.

    "Fuck, he's so tight," our host groaned, his hands coming to Brett's waist.

    The coach slowly tested out Brett's hole with short, gentle thrusts. This only had Brett whimpering for more. Seeing him enjoy himself seemed to wake something up in Coach Kovach. He gripped Brett's hips tighter and he went straight to piston-fucking him without holding back. He had the bed shaking and creaking, competing with the loud sounds of pleasure coming from son. I wondered if Kovach's neighbors were used to hearing noise like this coming from this apartment. 

    At first, Brett had his eyes closed, but soon he opened them and turned his head to look at me – well, to look at my cock. I knew just what my boy wanted. I smiled and moved in front of him, shoving my boner into Brett's waiting mouth. This spurred Kovach on even more, motivating him to thrust even more aggressively.

    My son swallowed my cock dutifully, deepthroating me with his nose buried in my bush. I ran my fingers through his hair encouragingly, even gripping a fistful when he tried to pull back. I wanted to stay lodged down his throat while another man fucked him brutally. Fuck, it was so hot seeing my stud of a son be so submissive. 

    Coach Kovach proceeded to sweat and swear loudly, power-fucking Brett without taking any breaks. As his hips clapped against Brett's ass, the echoing sound made it feel like there was a crowd of people clapping for us in the room. I was already impressed by Kovach's stamina and maybe even a little jealous that it was Brett who got to experience getting fucked by his fat cock. 

    "Unggh fuck yeah, boy. You're taking this cock so well, ain't ya?" Kovach grunted and he smacked my son's ass. Brett moaned in response, his vocal cords vibrating against my shaft.

    Judging by my son's sizable boner which was swinging back and forth and dripping precum all over the bed, I could tell he was in heaven. Acting spontaneously, I pulled out of Brett's mouth and moved to his side. Kovach watched me with curiosity as I reached under Brett's torso and started jerking my son off, my hand immediately getting covered in his sticky pre-jizz. From this vantage point, I could easily see the coach's big dick thrusting in and out of my son's asshole. 

    With my free hand, I began playing with Kovach's huge, hairy nuts. While I loved hearing his sack slapping against Brett's taint, his balls felt even better cradled in the palm of my hand. It was almost as if I could feel his sperm swimming, ready and waiting to breed my son's ass. Coach Kovach grinned at me appreciatively as I massaged his balls and taint while he pounded Brett. 

    "You ever had your son's dick up your ass?" the coach suddenly spoke while making eye contact with me. His tone was no longer nervous. He was once again dominant and oozing with confidence. 

    "You bet I have," I nodded. I could tell where this was going – and I was perfectly fine with it. "What do you say son? Should we show your coach how you fuck your old man?"

    Brett looked back at both of us and smiled. Two seconds later, Coach Kovach wrapped his muscular arms around Brett's torso and pulled him upright. I worked up some spit and used my mouth to coat my son's shaft with saliva. Thankfully, Brett was leaking a ton of precum. I was still fairly new to this, so I needed proper lubrication.  Once I was confident that my son's cock was slick enough, I turned around and backed myself up against him. With Coach Kovach still fucking Brett, I impaled myself on my son's boner, forming a three-way masculine fuck-chain. 

    "That's my boy," the coach said to Brett with a paternal tone. "I always knew you were an ace. Look at ya, fucking your dad while taking all of my cock. It takes talent to do that."

    "Thank you, Coach," Brett grunted. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if he was thrusting back and forth or if Coach Kovach was doing the thrusting for him, but I could definitely feel my son's prick splitting my ass in half. This was possibly the hottest sex position I've ever been in. It didn't take us long. Within a few minutes, my son was barking, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

    "Cum inside your dad's ass, boy!" Kovach chimed in. "Breed your father's hole."

    "Yes, Coach!" Brett said obediently, and began depositing his load inside my ass.

    "Ahhhh, yes!" I moaned as I shot my own load all over the coach's sheets. Coach Kovach was grunting and swearing so loudly that I could tell he was jizzing inside my son's ass as well. "Is he filling your hole, son?" I asked Brett, barely able to speak.

    "Yes, Dad. We're getting bred at the same time," he replied, still shooting inside me. My son put his arms around me, giving me a big hug from behind, and we stayed that way for over a minute, well after we were all done cumming.