Vinnie Deluca / 20 / Shaggy Dirty Blonde Hair / Swimmer’s Build / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ross Lynch
Tony Deluca / 45 / Dark Brown Tight Fade / Muscular Build / Short Tight Beard and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Henry Cavill
Gary Winger / 65 / Salt and Pepper Buzz Cut / Muscular Build / Hairy with a Beard / 12-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Lawson James (Adult Film Star)
Coaching Watersports
**Vinnie’s POV**
“Go Vinnie! Go! Let’s go Vinnieeeeeee!”
I could hear my dad yelling from the stands as I neared the end of the 100-meter butterfly relay at school. We began swim practice for the next season about midway through summer. Our coach thought it would be a fun idea to have a couple ‘mock’ swim meets to shake off the cobwebs and get us locked back in again. I actually thought they were a lot of fun. The only real competition on the team was Adam Winger, Coach’s grandson, and he was hot on my tail.
I had dialed my summer work schedule back a bit with our family construction company when practices started back up a couple weeks ago. Depending on how the day was going, Dad would occasionally drive me to practice himself. He decided to stick around today once he found out it was an ‘event’.
“You got this, Vinnie!” Dad yelled at the top of his lungs. I knew I was close. With each stroke, I stretched my fingers as far as I could. On my last stroke, I felt the cement ledge of the pool and grabbed it for dear life. I tossed my head back and gasped for air, looking over at my coach.
“First place! Nice job, Deluca!” Coach said, as he began slowly clapping. I looked up into the stands. There was Dad jumping up and down cheering for my win. He started tapping the other parents on the shoulder and pointing at me, bragging about his son. It was really cute.
*GASP*
Adam popped up next, gasping for air. He looked over at his grandfather disappointedly.
“S’okay, Adam” Coach said with a smile. “You’ll get ‘em next time, son.”
I climbed out of the water as the rest of the team headed to the showers. Standing there in my navy-blue speedo, I peeled off my swim cap and goggles and rubbed my face. I shook my head like a wet dog, my shaggy blonde hair whipped back and forth. Looking into the stands, I tried to get my dad’s attention.
“DAD! Hey, Dad!” I yelled. He looked down at me, still smiling from ear to ear. He does know this is a mock competition, right? I’m pretty sure I told him. I’m like 75% sure I told him. I reached out my hand signaling I’d be back out in five minutes. He gave me a thumbs up and turned back to his conversation with two of the other parents. I grabbed my towel and headed down the hall to the locker room.
By the time I got to the locker room, most of the guys had already rinsed off and were getting dressed by their lockers. I sat down on the bench in front of my locker, catching my breath as Adam came up behind me carrying his duffel bag.
“Nice job today, V” he said with a sarcastic smirk. “You know, one of these days I’m gonna get your ass.” He leaned in, his hot breath hitting my ear. “I hear it’s not that hard to do these days.” I looked up at him over my shoulder. He bit his lip as his free hand slowly slid down and grabbed the noticeable bulge in his pants. He winked at me and headed for the door. I seemed to be gaining a reputation in this town that I didn’t necessarily hate.
As the last few members of my team headed out, I lifted my ass off the bench and stepped out of my speedo. After tossing it into my duffel bag, I stood up and stretched. I took a minute to admire myself in the mirror that I kept in my locker. My nipples were hard as a rock and tiny goosebumps from the cold water, covered my hairless, toned body. Droplets of water slid in between the indentations of my abs and down the crack of my bubble butt. Adam thinks he could handle this? OK.
I grabbed my body wash and headed to the showers. It was an open space in the corner of the locker room with three shower heads on each wall and a drain in the center. I picked the showerhead in the middle to the right and turned it on. As steam filled the room, I stepped under the water and closed my eyes.
“Good job today, Deluca.”
I looked over my shoulder. Coach was leaning against the entrance of the shower wearing his white polo and red gym shorts. I guess what they say is true; those who can’t do, teach. Coach was big and muscular, just like my dad. He’d make a terrible swimmer, but he could probably bench press me if he wanted. He wiped his mouth and beard and walked towards me. The steam from the shower was starting to make him sweat.
“Thanks, Coach” I said, turning around to face him. I began lathering myself up as I looked him in the eyes. My soapy hand slid up and down my chest as my other one slowly stroked my cock. I turned back around and slowly reached behind me, soaping up my tight round ass. Maybe Coach would like to reward me, in some way, for my hard work.
“Hold on there” Coach said. “Let me help you out there, son.” I leaned over, bracing myself against the wall as I pushed my ass out. Coach stepped under the water with me, soaking his clothes. I felt his calloused, thick fingers squeeze my cheeks and spread them apart. The hot water rushed over my pussy like a river. He gave a low whistle. “Would you look at that. Prime fucking pussy between your cheeks.” I felt a thumb massage around my lips, pushing them together and prying them apart. I let out a soft moan as I leaned my forehead against my arm.
“I don’t know if we should be doing this, Coach” I said as I wiggled my pussy in his face. “Your grandson already thinks I give it up for every guy in this town.”
“Well, that’s why you’re not giving it up” he said. “I’m taking it.” He peeled off his soaked polo and tossed it onto the ground. His muscular chest was coated with salt and pepper hair down to his belly button. He slid off his shorts and a massive 12-inch cock popped up and smacked his abs. Bending down, he pulled my cheeks apart and began munching on the lips of my pussy. His rough beard scraped my smooth skin as his tongue penetrated me. I reached back and held his head in place, grinding back against his face.
“Hey bud! You in here?” It was my dad. “You said five minutes…twenty minutes ago...” He stood at the entrance of the showers and watched as Coach ate out my pussy.
“Uh, hey Dad” I said with a guilty smile. Guilt from leaving him waiting, that is. Coach pulled off my pussy with a loud smack and looked over his shoulder with a sly smile.
“Oh hey, Tony” he said as he stood back up. “Thought I’d take our boy here for a test drive. You don’t mind, do you?” He stood there facing my dad while he stroked his leaking cock. “Besides, from what I hear, you’ve already taken him and his recently returned brother for a test drive or two.” Dad stared at him silently for a second, considering his next move.
“Course I don’t mind, Gary. Not as long as there’s room for one more” Dad replied. He unbuttoned his plaid shirt and tossed it on the bench next to him as he popped the button on his jeans. He pulled his pants and trademark briefs down in one swoop and stepped out. Tossing them on the bench with his shirt, he walked into the showers with us.
“Hey Dad” I said turning to face him, my hard dick drooling pre-cum onto the floor.
“Hey bud” he said, taking my face in his hands. Looking at me like I was the only person in the room, he leaned forward and kissed me. Our tongues massaged each other while he reached forward and stroked my dick. “Fuck. Give me a sec. I gotta take a leak before we start.”
“So, take a leak, Dad” I said as I got down on my knees. I leaned forward, hovering over the head of his cock, mouth opened expectantly. Coach smiled and walked around behind Dad for a better view. Dad looked down into my big puppy dog eyes and stroked his massive cock. We hadn’t dabbled in watersports yet, but I would let this man do anything to me. I was in love with him.
“Open up, baby boy” he said as a warm golden stream of urine shot out of his dick, hitting the back of my throat. It splashed on my tongue as I tried to swallow every last drop. The pungent ammonia smell filled my nose as the overflow from my mouth began running down my chin and chest. I leaned back and rubbed Dad’s piss over my body, using it as lube to stroke my own cock. Dad stopped aiming at my mouth and began to spray my whole body with his hot piss.
“Well shit, Tony” Coach said, rubbing Dad’s shoulder. “I didn’t know you had a dirty little pig too.” He grabbed my dad’s dick and waved it like a wand, coating my body and soaking my hair with his piss. Dad’s stream slowly became a trickle until it eventually stopped. Coach squeezed his cock and shook out the last few drops, hitting me in the face. I licked my lips as I stood up.
Coach turned me around, bent down and resumed eating my ass out with vigor. His hands locked my hips in place as he fucked my wet, piss-covered pussy with his tongue. Dad leaned in and kissed me. His tongue scraped the walls of my mouth, tasting his own piss. He moaned into my mouth as he tweaked my nipples. Pulling off me, Dad bent down and took my cock in his mouth. I ran my hands through his hair as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. It felt amazing having two daddies going to town on me.
Coach stood up and ran his hands up my back as he slid his thick cock between my smooth butt cheeks. “Hold those cheeks open for me, boy” he said, smacking his cock on my hole. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my shiny pink pussy. I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and spread them apart as he slid in. He leaned his head on my shoulder as his continued to bottom out inside my guts. “Oh shit, son. This pussy is so smooth and tight. I bet a lot of daddies have opened this pussy up wide.” He reached around and played with my pecs. “I bet your dad and I would rip you in half with these massive cocks.” He slowly pulled all the way out, before slamming all the way in. I could feel the air hitting the inside of my gaping pussy every time he pulled out.
Dad pulled off my cock and took each of my balls in his mouth, inhaling the pungent smell of his own urine, deeply. “What do you say, bud?” he asked, looking up at me eagerly. “I wouldn’t want Coach feeling lonely in there.” He slid his hands behind me and helped keep my cheeks spread for Coach.
“Of course, Dad” I said in between grunts from Coach’s thrusts. “My pussy belongs to you and Sal. I need your cock.” Behind me, Coach smiled as he pulled out. He laid down on the floor of the shower and waved me over. I straddled my coach and lowered down. Pulling his foreskin back, I pushed out and pressed against the head of his cock as it slid back into my pussy. I leaned back and rested my hands on his hairy pecs. Dad knelt in between Coach’s legs and rubbed the head of his cock along the edges of my stuffed pussy.
“Just relax, and remember to push” Dad said, looking me in the eyes. I felt his cock breaching my hole, sliding in alongside Coach’s monster. I hadn’t taken two cocks at once since LA, and Coach was a little bigger than Sal. This would hurt a little. I closed my eyes and breathed out as Dad continued to carve me out. “Just breath, baby boy.” He hands slid up to my hips and held me. Before I knew it, I felt Dad’s pubic hair pressed against me. He was all the way in. I was being impaled by two massive daddy dicks. I leaned back up and grabbed Dad’s shoulders to steady myself. Placing my feet back on the ground, I began posting on their dicks.
The two men laid there grunting as I continued to pull halfway off and smash my hips back down, swallowing them both whole with my pussy. Each bounce on their dicks let out a greasy, slurping sound as they continued to split me in half. They both held my hips in place, occasionally thrusting up into me. My guts filled with the pre-cum pouring out of their cocks like a faucet.
“Oh fuck, Dad” I said, digging my nails into his shoulders. “You guys are really, tearing me open.” My cock flopped up and down, smacking my abs and flinging ropes of pre-cum onto Dad’s hairy chest. “It feels so good, daddy.” I tossed my head back as I began squeezing their cocks with the velvety smooth walls of my pussy. Each squeeze rubbed their dicks together inside me. Dad’s breathing was getting shorter and shorter. He bit his lip and looked at me with yearning.
“Oh shit, bud” Dad panted. “Shit. I’m gonna fucking cum.” Dad held my hips down as his thick, sticky load coated my insides and Coach’s dick. He leaned forward and kissed me, as his body spasmed with each shot of cum. Feeling my dad’s load coat his dick sent Coach over the edge as well.
“Here it comes, boy!” Coach said thrusting into me one last time. He let out a guttural, animalistic yell as he came. My guts had been rearranged and filled with 2 hot loads. I was in heaven.
“I’m cumming, Dad!” I said as jet after jet of cum shot out of me, spraying my dad’s hairy chest. He reached down and scooped up my load, sucking it off each finger. This intense power-squatting session was starting to tire me out. As I began to pull off their cocks, Coach held me in place.
“Not so fast boy” he said. “I’m not done using you yet.” That’s when I felt the rush of warmth inside. Coach was emptying his bladder in my stuffed pussy. My insides were now bursting with cum and piss. I’m not sure if it was psychological or not, but all this piss play was making me have to go too.
I looked at my dad, still buried inside me, with worry. “Dad, I have to pee too” I said.
“Do it, bud” he replied with a smile, pulling me close. My dick erupted between us. A golden geyser of warm piss sprayed my dad’s chest. The urine poured down his hairy chest and onto the floor. My pussy couldn’t hold it in anymore as a mix of urine and cum began leaking out from around their cocks. Dad leaned forward and kissed me as my pee hit our faces and chins until the stream died out. Dad lovingly licked my cheeks and chin before sliding his tongue back in me again. We both pulled away and smiled at each other. This was a new moment in our relationship.
I stood up, legs wobbling, as piss and cum continued to drip out of my stretched pussy. Dad quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around me, helping me stay balanced. Coach got up off the floor and smacked my butt with his rough hand.
“Well now I see what all the fuss is about” Coach said. “You know, Adam has been dying to get into that pussy too. He’s gonna be real jealous of me.” He walked over to the shower head next to mine and turned it on. Dad walked us back to our shower and we began soaping each other up.
“You talk to your grandson about fucking?” I asked, rubbing my soapy hands over my dad’s meaty pecs.
“Well, it comes up organically when his dad and I are fucking him every Sunday” he said. “You guys became quite the topic of conversation after we learned about your situation from a certain little pierced pizza bird that loves to sing.”
“Fucking hell, Brian” Dad said with a sigh. “So, you guys are into…incest too?” His soapy hands massaged my butt and cleaned my pussy.
“What, you thought you were the only ones?” Coach asked. “You’d be surprised how many fathers and sons in this town are fucking each other.” He dipped his head under the water and ran his hands over his face. “To be honest, we’re all a bit surprised it took ya’ll so long to give in to your true natures, but we’re glad you did.” He smiled at us and shut off the water.
“Who is we?” I asked, dipping under the water to rinse off the soap.
“Well,” Coach said. “It’s a group of guys, fathers and sons, that like to get together every once and a while. Usually, a pool party with drinks and some type of food offering. I’m a fan of them…’tapas’ or whatever they’re called.” He bent down and picked up his wet clothes from the floor. “Sometimes we play with each other, sometimes we just watch a father and son or brothers play. Hosting duties rotate between the group.” He walked over to us. “If that’s something you fellas might like to join, let me know. We’d love to have you join us.” His eyes scanned my body up and down again as he bit his lip. He smacked my butt one more time for good measure, turned, and walked away.
“Don’t be late for practice tomorrow, Deluca!” he yelled back at us. “Adam is gonna be pissed! Haha!” He disappeared into his office and closed the door.
I looked back up at my dad. Coach’s invitation sounded like it could be fun. It would be nice to be able to be ‘out in public’ as a couple with Dad and Sal. “We should talk to Sal about this” I said with excitement. “What do you think?”
“Yeah, bud” he said smiling, as he pulled me in close. I leaned up for one last kiss as Dad turned off the shower. “Might be fun to be ‘out and about’ with my two boys for once. But we can talk about it with your brother first.” He walked back over and picked his clothes off the bench to get dressed. “In the meantime, any thoughts on dinner?”
“Uh, yeah” I said. “Anything but pizza.”
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