Eric's Locker (Part Deux)
#2 of Eric's Locker
Part two of Eric's locker! Daddy/Coach gets involved~
DISCLAIMER: Despite some terminology used in the story, all characters are 18 or older.
Eric's Locker (Part Deuce)
Where the hell was he? You'd think that good for nothing bull could do something right...or at least be on time. A grunt could be heard coming from within that ruby red '89 Chevrolet (Otherwise known as the cherry popper, back in the day.) parked in the teacher parking lot, only for the door to pop open with struggled creak, followed a thick waft of smoke expelling forth before a cigarette butt was tossed out. A black, denim covered leg would push out from the vehicle, only for the second to soon follow as a rather scruffy, broad shouldered stud stepped forth from his car. At least, stud was the best word used to describe the thick bull now standing there in the parking lot, clad in a rather tight, black button up against that barrel chest, as well over signs of what was once chiseled abs, but due to age had become more of a gut. A booted foot would stomp out the lingering remnants of flame from the cigarette butt before making his way along the lot.
Passing by various classrooms on his way to the football stadium, he'd occasionally glance in through the windows; curious to see if anyone at was left after the game. No, of course not...it was dark out, who in their right mind would have lingered behind, hours after? Well, aside from his son, of course. Stepping off the cement path and cutting through a small, grassy area, he'd find himself at the entrance into the gym, only to find the door locked as he pushed on the metal bar. "Huh...shoulda figured." He'd mumble to himself, hand reaching into a pocket to tug out a ring of keys. Unlocking the door, he'd shove the keys back into his jeans before pushing through with a smirk; after all, being the coach did have its perks...aside from occasionally sneaking a peek at the older boys showering in his class.
Soft clomps echoed through the empty gym as he made his way, kicking aside a loose basketball and watching it roll away towards the doors leading to the locker rooms. Eyes set on his goal, the brown bull would let out an annoyed huff as he made his way over, once more unlocking the doors before stepping inside. It was then that familiar, yet refreshing smell hit his nostrils...the pure, lingering scent of sweaty men and boys. With a faint grunt reverting from his thick chest, he'd give another sniff in the air, only to stop for a moment...was that piss? Did someone completely miss the toilet after the game? Maybe it was his good for nothing son. It did seem more plausible, the smell being rather strong for what should have been hours ago.
Sure enough, stepping around that row of lockers, he'd be greeted with the sight of his son, mostly naked and drenched in the strong-scented urine; cum splattered up along his belly, as well as over his chest guard. Peering behind the blushing bull, he'd sure enough, see a puddle of piss by the urinal, as well as a discarded jock. "Shi-shit...u-uh, hey D-dad..." The bumbling idiot would mutter, face as red as a mad man who had just finished a heated argument. "Hey dad? Hey dad?! That's all you have to say?!" The older bull would bellow, his own face growing red in anger and frustration, causing the younger male to flinch back. It wasn't enough he cost them the game, oh no, but now his own flesh and blood was fucking around, pissing on himself and jerking off in the locker room?! Sure, the bull would be a liar if he didn't admit he was a pervert, but there was a line, and the youngster had clearly crossed it some time ago!
Anger boiled deep down within the stud, feeling his face grow hot as his son merely stared up at him in dumbfounded shame. Neither knew what to say or do, as they both stood there red-faced. "I-I should...get Sean's erm...j-jock..." Eric would mumble, eyes tearing away from his father, before the other placed a strong hand on his shoulder. "Don't." He'd command, eyes drilling holes into his son. That grip would soon give a small squeeze, making Eric once more look up at his father. "Don't you dare. Fucking. Move." The coach would add in, almost digging his fingers into the shoulder pads as he gritted his teeth. Eric gasped in surprise at the animosity of the words, fearful eyes glued on the other holding him. Very rarely in his life had he seen his father emit such emotion, more used to the stoic man who merely watched his wife walk away from a lifeless marriage ten years ago . Hell, even as a coach, he almost never shouted at the players, instead merely showing contempt or disappointment towards the boys.
"Boy...get on the bench." The bull grumbled, causing his offspring to look up at him in confusion before letting out a befuddled, "W-wha?" A snarl ripped forth from the elder as he glared down at the boy. "I said...Get on that bench, NOW!" Spittle flew from his lips right into Eric's face as he practically screamed in the teenagers face, causing a shaky flinch from the younger bull before literally jumping onto the wooden bench. Once again those dumbfounded, brown eyes stared into his father's as he sat there, fur matted down still from the nice flow of piss from before. "So, yeh like bein' pissed on, eh? Fucking filthy fucker, aren't cha?" The coach would ask, contempt for his own son dripping from every word as he stepped towards the boy. Those already rosy cheeks flushed deeper, looking as though someone had replaced his cheeks with actual tomatoes as the coach snarled down once more at him. "Not only did you lose the big game, but I find out yer pissin' on yourself, and getting off on it. You disgust me. You let other boys piss on yeh, huh? Drink it down like its water or somethin', then jerk off like a slut?" He barked out, standing before his son as he glared down at him. At this point Eric's eyes were closed shut, tears forming at the corners despite his throbbing, rock hard member prodding into his gut. "Fuckin' dumb or something? Speak up, boy."
"I-I don't...n-never let anyone...p-piss on me before. N-never do-done anythin' with nobody..." the little bull would whimper out, biting down on his trembling lip. He knew more than anything his father would explode further at the sight of tears running down his cheeks. "Whazzat boy? Speak up! Can't hear the filthy faggot down there! And quit yer fuckin' sniveling, yer eighteen for fuck's sake!" Yelled the dad, keeping his intimidating pose before the other. "Now open wide. My date canceled on me, and since I'm sure you've fantasized about bein' a fuck toy, I'mma treat you like one." The older bull grumbled, unbuckling his pants and fishing a hand within his briefs to tug out what could only be described as...well, a thick slab of meat. There was no fancy, eloquent analogy for the huge tool, because that's all it was; a fat, fucking dick. The thick, mushroom head gleamed as a nice layer of pre was already oozing from that fat slit, running down along the glands and oozing along the underbelly until dampening into the opening of his jeans.
Once again, the younger stud found his eyes wide open and glued to his father...only now on that impressive dick instead of his face. Was this really happening? He wasn't dreaming, was he? His dad really just pulled his cock out in front of his face, and was getting ready to pound his face like no tomorrow! If he could have gotten away with it, he would have grabbed his phone and taken as many pictures as his memory would allow. Instead, his father grabbed a horn and tugged his face closer to the massive prick, letting his head press against the corner of his mouth and move him over, smearing that liquid excitement right along his lips like applying lip balm for the boy. A guttural groan left the both of them seemingly at the same time during so, before that dick head would pop right past his boy's lips, only to sit there as he kept a grip on that horn. "Mmm...ain't gonna suck itself, boy." He'd mumble, thumb rubbing along the ivory bone protruding from his head. Just as Eric closed his eyes to give that thick meat a suckle, he'd feel a sudden splash of hot liquid filling up his mouth, causing him to sputter it out and over himself...his father was pissing in his mouth! "Suck it down, faggot." The other would merely grumble, pushing his spurting cockhead right back past those lips. Clenching his eyes shut, the young bull once again felt the hot, bitter piss gushing forth with no choice but to swallow it down. Small shudders ran through his plump frame as he did so, cock throbbing yet again as his own small drizzle of pre began to seep out against his belly. His father letting out a small groan of delight in the meantime, only to tug him closer to his body with that horn. He'd relish at the slight gag from his son, giving him no relief as he shoved himself further into the quickly filled muzzle. A good deal of the urine would spill past his lips and drool down his chin and chest guard as he struggled to swallow down the entire stream.
Finally, after what felt like an hour to the younger bull, the stream would die down to a mere drizzle, leaving the foul, bitter taste in poor Eric's mouth. At this point his father would just thrust forth into the mouth, causing the linebacker to once again gag on the fat dick as it poked against his throat. His dad gave no care and continued to thrust forth, his still clothed balls smacking into the other's chin as he did so. After a moment, he'd let go of that horn and simply hold the back of Eric's head, forcing it back some before thrusting himself further in. The bullock opened his eyes wide as he felt that dick shove down into his throat, shivering roughly as he tried everything he could to keep from gagging on it. His hands came up to grip at the older bull's hips in a futile effort to get him to give him some air, only to feel his face mesh into that groin further with a delighted moan from the coach. Seemingly moments later, the bull would finally pull back and out of his mouth, leaving a nice line of spit between his saliva glistening cock and the young stud's lips. "G-gah...ugh..." Eric would whine out, coughing for air before he felt a wet slap to his cheek; that cockhead smearing the combination of spit and pre into his cheek fur.
"Start jerkin' boy." Was all his dad would say, giving him another encouraging slap to the cheek. A hand would lift up to grip that wet tool, only to form a fist along it and give it a hard, long stroke; eliciting a moan from his daddy as he arched his back slightly. Slowly pumping along the meat, he'd groan from the wet squelching noise alone as he jerked off his father, his own tool as stiff as a board between his legs. A spare hand would reach forth to rub at his own aching boner before he felt a slap to his hand, causing a small yelp. "You already came, bitch, daddy's turn now." Grunted the elder, straining himself slightly as he bent over to smack the hand. Standing up once more, he'd begin to thrust into that fist, panting lightly as his eyes screwed shut and sweat began to drip from his brow. "M-mm...g-gonna get a faceful..." he'd mumble out, pre freely oozing from his tip and over that fist as he fucked that hand like no tomorrow.
Eric's tongue would dip into that drooling slit and over that drenched head, only egging his father on further to cum on his face; and cum on his face, he did. With a mighty huff from the bull, his pink prick would suddenly spurt out rope after rope of thick jizz, his manbutter splattering on his son's face and onto that eager tongue. Still thrusting forth, he'd shake about as cum spat out onto the face, globs of it oozing down the bullock's chin, cheeks, and nose, only to get caught in his crimson beard. With a few rough pants from his pop, Eric would give that tool a few, long strokes; licking up the last drizzle of cum spewing forth from it. A hand would reach down and smear that cum along the boy's face, matting his facial fur and hair with the same seed that made him eighteen years ago, only for Eric to practically purr like a cat in heat during so.
"H-hey dad?" He'd ask, looking up at him as a thick glob of cum dripping down from his nose onto his nose-ring, only to further drool down to his lips. "Wh-what's up, son?" The elder would ask, smacking his drooling cockhead against the little stud's forehead to let the last of it smear along. "How come you didn't fuck me this time? You did laaaaaast time!" He'd whine, lips pouting out before that same glob drooling down his nose hit them, only to be licked up.
"Consider it punishment for us losing the game, faggot."