Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 21:40:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Proper Place, Part 13

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 13
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Alan waited in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. He could hear
the sounds of the game above him. He sat in the half-light and pulled his
knees against his chest for warmth. Finally, after hours, the guys filed
back into the locker-room. There was a ton of noise, and the air became hot
and steamy as guys showered.

Locker doors slammed shut and everyone was yelling. Alan tried to imagine
what was going on: the sweaty, teenaged bodies stripped down, towels
snapping, and soap getting tossed back and forth in the showers. Maybe
there were even a few backward glances as the guys checked each other
out. His dick became hard, and he considered opening his fly. Then he
remembered what Rick had said. Getting caught with his dick in his hand
would not end well for him. He rubbed himself and struggled to maintain
control.

After half an hour things quieted down. Alan became anxious. Rick was
probably going to try to humiliate him somehow. There was a bang on the
door and a booming voice said, "Time to come out, fag."

It was Wrenn's voice. Alan wasn't going to be alone with Rick. He wasn't
sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he opened the stall, Wrenn stood in front of him wearing his shoulder
pads and a pair of compression shorts. His hair was wet and sweat ran down
the side of his face. His pecs and arms were pumped up and looked bigger
than ever. Alan gazed at him. Rick and Wrenn were two sides of the same
coin. Both muscular and cocky, but Rick was lean and cut while Wrenn was
bulky and huge.

"Quit staring and get out here." Wrenn growled.

Alan walked into the light. Near the entrance to the showers there were
four guys. Rick and his son Scott, Scott's best friend Sam, and a younger
guy that Alan had never seen. The younger guys were still fully clothed,
all of them wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Rick was wearing an old jockstrap
that he liked.

"Get on the floor," Wrenn said. Alan looked to Rick and Rick nodded. Wrenn
liked to take charge, in many ways he was more aggressive than Rick, but he
rarely gave orders when Rick was around.

Alan dropped to his knees and looked up at Wrenn. "Come here and show me
how much you love me, fag."

Alan crawled over to the muscular male and looked up at his body. He was
huge and burly. Hair covered part of his chest and the bottom of his
stomach. Alan didn't have a green light to go for Wrenn's dick, so he bent
to the floor and started to lick his feet.

"Dude!" Scott's friend Sam said.

"It's weird at first, but trust me, it's pretty awesome." Scott said.

"That's your dad." Sam said.

"Not when he's like this." Rick said. "When he's like this, he's a totally
different guy. He craves dick. Give him an opportunity and he'll suck the
cum straight from your balls."

Alan tried to ignore the voices and forget who was there. Wrenn lifted each
foot and let him lick the sole. When he was done, he shoved his big toe
into Alan's mouth and kicked him away. Alan wiped the spit off his face and
looked up at the guys, waiting for instructions.

Rick walked over to his dad. His muscles glowed with sweat and every ridge
and impression was visible. The game had left him pumped up and vascular,
sexier than Alan had ever seen him. He stood in front of his dad and pushed
the pouch of his jock into his face. He let his dad take a deep breath,
knowing that his dick stink worked like a drug on the old man.

 Rick waited a minute then said, "You thirsty? Need a drink before we gang
rape your ass and mouth?"

"Yeah, I probably should." Alan said without thinking.

"Sweet. Open up." Rick pulled the pouch of his jock aside and his soft cock
flopped out. Alan didn't take it into his mouth and Rick slapped him hard
across the face. "Fucking get that dick in your mouth and drink it down."

As soon as the flaccid dick hit his lips, the stream started. It had been a
while, and he was struggling to keep up with the flow. "No fucking way,"
one of the guys said as Alan guzzled the bitter liquid. Wrenn walked over
to one guy. "See that, little bro, that's how a real fag serves a man. Look
at him drink that piss down."

Rick was proud that his dad was putting on a good show. He brought his foot
up between his dad's legs and tapped lightly on his cock. It wasn't much
contact, but it almost took Alan over the edge. Rick rubbed him until Alan
started to rub back. Then he pulled out his dick and let the last bit of
his stream hit Alan's face and chest. Wrenn laughed while the others looked
on in shock. Alan licked his lips and then looked up at Rick, obedient and
waiting.

"Take your shirt off." Rick sneered, "You've got piss all over it."

Then Rick turned to Sam, "You gotta take a piss, Sam?"

"Uh . . . no."

"You want a blow-job?"

"From him?" Sam asked.

"Who else? It'll be the best hummer you've ever had."

"I . . . uh." Sam said as he looked at the floor.

"Just sit down, dude. If it starts to freak you out, close your eyes and
pretend it's a chick." Sam sat on a bench. Rick looked to Alan. "Fag, go
take care of him."

Sam was about sixteen years old and one of Scott's best friends. Alan had
known him since he was a little kid. He'd joined the wrestling team with
Scott and was looking better everyday. He was about 5 foot 9 with a strong
build. His chest was massive and his waist was tight. He kept his nearly
black hair short. He had a square face that gave him a hard, almost
arrogant, edge.

"Dude, you're ok with this?" Sam asked Scott as Alan crawled toward him.

"He sucks me everyday. Trust me. It's going to blow your mind."

Alan didn't wait for Sam to give him the ok. He unbuttoned the front of his
pants to get at his cock. Sam wasn't wearing any underwear, and his thick
black pubes popped into view immediately. Alan tugged on his pants, and Sam
allowed his pants to be pulled off. Then Alan leaned forward and took his
dick into his mouth.

Sam had gotten enough head to be used to the feeling, but he was surprised
when Alan started rubbing his thighs and playing with his balls. He got
hard quickly, and once he was, Alan was taking all six and a half inches
into his throat. No girl had ever done that, and he gasped as Alan dove
down and bottomed out in his pubes.

"Fuck me. That's fucking amazing?"

"Rick's hung like a horse, dude. Your dick is nothing for my dad." Scott
said. Then he stepped forward and opened his fly. He pulled out his
balls. "You gotta tell him what to do, though. Otherwise he'll try to get
your nut as quick as possible. He's sort of hooked on cum. Come here and
lick my balls, dad."

Alan crawled over and sucked his younger son's scrotum into his
mouth. After sucking a new guy, the taste and smell of his son was familiar
and a little comforting. In the back of his head, he felt guilty about what
he was doing. These were kids, just sixteen, and he shouldn't be playing
with them. If he didn't stay focused, the self-loathing would start.

"Don't suck, lick." Scott said sternly. Rick or Wrenn would have smacked
him, but Scott was rarely that aggressive.

Alan started to lick his boy's balls from the very base of his scrotum all
the way up the the shaft. He lapped at them like a dog, feeling the skin
give way and Scott's nuts tumble off the tip of his tongue. Scott laughed
and tapped his dick against Alan's head a couple of times.

"Now lick Sam's nuts."

He crawled back over to Sam. The teen's dick was rock hard and bouncing
with his heartbeat. Precum gushed from the slit. There was more cock sauce
than Alan had ever seen. It oozed down the shaft and onto Sam's sack before
dripping onto the floor. Sam's sack was tight and hard. It was easier for
Alan to lick at it and the pleasure was more intense for Sam. For a second,
Sam put a hand on Alan's head and then pulled it away. Wrenn saw him and
walked over.

"You're going to be good at this someday." he said, "You just need to
realize that a guy is different from a girl. You don't need to respect
him."

Wrenn grabbed Alan by the hair and pulled him away from Sam. "You don't
want me to respect you, do you Alan?"

Alan tried to figure out the right response. He didn't want Wrenn to get
rough with him, and that's what usually happened. At the same time,
contradicting him in front of two younger guys and his little brother would
be a big mistake.

"No." Alan said.

"See." Wrenn said looking at Sam. Then he pulled Alan over to the bench and
told him to lay down on it. "You gotta take what you want, dude."

He pulled down the front of his shorts and shoved his hard dick into Alan's
mouth. Then he thrust his beer can cock forward and into Alan's
throat. Alan choked, badly, and tried to pull away. Wrenn let up a little,
but held his thrashing body down. The second attempt was more successful,
and Alan took the hard cock into his throat. Wrenn began to hump his face
gently, letting him take a breath every few strokes.

"Nothing better man." he said to no one. "Nothing better than the feeling
of your dick in a throat." Then he looked at Sam. "Try it. You'll probably
never meet another person that can take a cock like this fag."

Sam hesitated. He still couldn't get past the fact that the guy on the
bench was Scott's dad. Rick walked in instead. Wrenn pulled out and was
almost immediately replaced by Rick's long monster. Rick gripped Alan
around the neck, and practically choked him while he plunged in. "My
favorite part," Rick said to Sam, "Is the way I can feel my cock in there."
He pulled out and then pushed back in. The lump of his huge cock bulged in
Alan's throat. "Fucking look at that fucker stretch him out."

Sam was intrigued, and when Rick pulled out, he walked over to Alan. Alan
licked the tip of his dick and then sucked it into his mouth. "Just push it
in," coached Rick, "Then fuck him as hard as he can take it."

Sam shoved his cock down Alan's throat. He felt something that was nothing
like a blow job and nothing like a pussy. Alan's throat was tight but
muscular. It twitched underneath him as did Alan's body. Rick was still
behind him, a hand on his shoulder, and he was fairly certain that Rick's
dick was poking him in the back of his thigh. It was hard to wrap his mind
around the fact that he was surrounded by guys, but the throat wrapped
around his dick silenced those thoughts. Alan started to pull off, his face
turning red, and Sam pulled back out.

"Fuck his face, dude." Rick said.

Sam shoved back in and started to slowly hump Alan's face like he'd seen
Rick and Wrenn do. He wasn't that experienced and the pleasure caused him
to lose control. Within half a minute, he was pistoning in and out of
Alan's throat, ignoring the occasional coughs and gags that came from his
mouth. Sam himself was groaning slightly. He closed his eyes and drove in
and out of Alan's mouth.

It was only a minute before his balls started to churn and he was ready to
blow his load. He turned to Rick who smiled, "Dump that cum into his gut,
man."

Sam grunted and let loose. His cock swelled so much that Alan coughed it
up. He didn't normally choke, but it had happened enough that he knew how
to recover. He grabbed onto Sam's cock and jacked it while he aimed it at
his mouth. The rest of the stud's cum landed on his tongue and he lapped it
up from the head. Sam was shouting and groaning as he came. The feelings
were so intense that he almost fell over.

As Sam walked away, Rick looked down at his dad. "You almost fucked that
one up, old man. Good save." Then he turned to Scott. "You want a go?"

"You said I can fuck him tonight, right?"

"Yeah." Rick said. Scott was normally restricted to Alan's mouth.

"I'm saving it then." he said.

"What about you, Cody?" Rick said looking at Wrenn's brother. He was
smaller than Wrenn with darker skin. His body was thin, but muscular. He
was wearing jeans, and his dick was obviously hard. There was a dark mark
from all the precum he'd leaked. Alan guessed that he was seventeen. Older
than Scott, but not a senior.

Cody looked at the ground and didn't say anything. Rick couldn't understand
why he wasn't joining in, but he'd been fucking around with guys long
enough to know that it weirded some people out. "He's just going to watch."
Wrenn said.

"He can leave if he wants." Rick said.

"Nah," Wrenn said, "I want him here. It's a good learning experience."

Wrenn walked over to Alan, who was still laying on the bench. "Fag, if I
gave you the choice, what would you want to do next."

Wrenn and Rick both watched as Alan's eyes moved over the beefy jock's
body. The three guys who'd had enough experience all knew what Alan was
thinking. He was wondering which part of Wrenn's body he wanted to
lick. Scott grinned at Sam knowingly.

"Uh," Alan said, "Can I lick your pits."

"Fuck," Rick moaned, "I was sure he would go for your ass."

"He can have a go at that too." Wrenn said as he raised his arm.

Alan shoved his face under Wrenn's pit. The guy had played four quarters of
football and his sweat was fresh and salty. Alan licked the course hair and
sucked the skin. His forehead pressed into Wrenn's tricep and got covered
with more sweat. This was what he lived for, and his mind went blank as he
ate it all up.

Wrenn pushed his arm down and put Alan in a headlock. The move mashed his
face against his skin and Wrenn could hear him huffing, puffing, and
whining like a bitch. "You gonna cum in your pants, fag?" Wrenn asked. Alan
nodded. He was that close. Wrenn released him. "Get on the other one."

Rick watched as Alan worked Wrenn over. Wrenn's eyes were open, and he was
staring across the room. Rick followed his gaze and saw him looking right
at his little brother.

Either because he knew Rick saw him or because he was trying to take his
pleasure to the next level, Wrenn pointed at Cody and said, "Alright little
bro, I need a mouth on my asshole."

Cody blushed. "You said . . "

"I changed my mind. You can learn from Alan and do your job at the same
time. Now get your mouth between my legs."

"What the fuck man," Rick asked with a grin, "How long has this been going
on?"

"Since around the time you showed me your dad. Why should you be the only
one with a mouth and asshole on call?"

"You didn't tell me." Rick said a little pissed off. He'd shared his dad
after all.

"He wasn't ready. This is going to be his first public performance." Wrenn
looked back to Cody. "Over here, now."

Cody glanced at Sam and Scott and knew that his secret was out. When they
saw him at school on Monday, he wouldn't be Wrenn's cool younger
brother. He shrugged and then knelt down behind his brother and spread open
his cheeks.

"I knew he was gay," Wrenn said to Rick. "I could hear him getting pounded
by guys all the time. It wasn't hard to turn the horny bastard onto my
cock. After the third or fourth time, he was a completely willing
participant."

"Is he any good?" Rick asked.

"He's learning." Wrenn said. Then he groaned as Cody hit a tender spot
between his legs. "Pretty good actually."

Rick let Wrenn enjoy the feeling of having two mouths on his body for about
five minutes before pulling his dad aside and pushing him down to his
cock. Scott and Sam were starting to look bored, and Rick decided to move
things along. "Alright Dad, time to get fucked."

Alan looked at the guys in the room. This was going to be rough. His ass
was sore from a serious pounding the night before. He was going to feel
every inch of each of these boys.

"Sam, you can go first." Rick said.

Sam looked around at Scott and the other guys. He'd never fucked anyone
before. He wasn't sure what to do, but didn't want the rest of them to know
he was a virgin. He stepped up to Alan, whose ass was up in the air, and
looked to Rick.

Rick handed him some lube. "Slick it and stick it." Rick said, "The rest
comes pretty naturally."

Sam grabbed the lube and greased his cock. He rubbed it in and then lined
up the head of his cock with Alan's asshole. The wrinkled hole didn't seem
big enough to take a cock, even an average one like his. He pushed against
it and met a lot of resistance. He leaned forward and put some pressure on
his body through his hips. With a quick pop his dick slid in to the halfway
mark.

Alan groaned while Sam broke out in a smile that made him look half
drunk. He'd never felt anything like what he was feeling. Alan's body was
soft and smooth on the inside, and it hugged his cock better than his hand
ever could.

"Now fuck him." Rick hissed.

Sam pulled back and then shoved the rest in. Alan groaned and Sam's eyes
rolled back in his head. He continued to fuck Alan for a minute before he
reached down and grabbed the back of Alan's head. He jerked it back and
looked at his best friend's dad. "You like that Alan? You like my cock
inside your ass?"

"Yes," Alan said as his body rocked back and forth.

"Yeah you do." Sam said, "You fucking love it."

"Harder." Alan moaned.

Sam picked up the pace while Rick looked over to Wrenn and his little
brother Cody. Cody was still between Wrenn's legs. Wrenn had his thick
shaft in his hand and he was tapping his brother on the face with it. Cock
slime and spit coated the young guy's face.

Rick studied him. The tight, round ass, and small body. He was still a
little embarrassed, but Rick could tell that he loved it. It was always
easy to tell. If Wrenn knew how to turn him, his brother would prove to be
just as much of a fag as Rick's dad had. He just needed someone to take him
there.

"You fuck him yet?" Rick asked.

"Plenty," Wrenn said.

Rick walked over and stood by Wrenn's side. Out of the corner of his eye he
saw that Sam was now feeding his dad his cock while Scott fucked him.

"He's not as good as your old man." Wrenn said.

Rick put a hand against the side of Cody's head, and he instinctively
leaned in toward him. Then Rick directed him away from Wrenn's thick dick
and toward the bulge between his legs. Without being asked, the kid buried
his face in the pouch of Rick's bulge and started to root around.

"He'll figure it out. He's a natural." Rick said as he rubbed the back of
Cody's neck. In reality Wrenn was too much of a thug to figure it out. He
could fuck Cody raw, but he'd never make the guy into a true cock
slut. Cody would never really come to enjoy it. Too bad really.

"Yeah, but look at that" Wrenn motioned to Sam and Scott. The two guys were
now sharing Alan's mouth, jabbing him with their cocks and shoving them
into his throat. "He's totally devoted. Cody sometimes needs a little
convincing, you know." Then Wrenn shrugged and glanced back at Alan, "You
mind if I get my nut?"

"Go ahead," Rick said as he friend sauntered off to fuck his dad. Rick
squatted down and came face to face with Cody.

He was built like a skater, long and lean. His hair was either dyed black
or naturally very dark. He had a masculine face, and looked older than he
was. He looked Rick straight in the eyes. It was all there, the fear and
desire to serve. Wrenn didn't know what he was missing.

"I'd never have to convince you to take my cock, would I?" Cody never broke
eye contact and nodded silently. Rick's dick throbbed. He wanted to fuck
this kid. To mash his face into the bed and drill him while he begged for
more. He shoved a finger into Cody's mouth, and Cody sucked it.

"I didn't think so," Rick said. "Maybe someday. If you're good and your
brother lets us."

Rick wouldn't steal Cody, not even if Wrenn unimpressed with him. Whatever
Wrenn's failings, Cody belonged to him. Still, the idea of having someone
new to play with was enticing, and it reminded Rick why he had set up this
night.

He walked over to the trio who was working over his old man. The guy had a
smile on his face despite the fact that he was wrestling with two cocks in
his mouth. Scott and Sam had a hand over each other's shoulder as Alan
licked their dicks. Wrenn, as usual, was fucking him like an animal- hard
and fast with no consideration for how it felt.

Sam grunted and slapped his dick across Alan's face. Rick saw a nascent
sadistic side that was just appearing. At some point he'd need to find a
regular dude to fuck or the girls would hate him. He jacked his cock while
he kept it away from Alan. It was sick game of keep away but Rick could see
that Sam was getting off on the denial.

Then without warning all of the guys started to cum as their orgasms fed
off of one another. Sam was first. He pulled back on his cock, held it like
a fire house, and then painted Alan's face with a thin, watery load. There
was a huge amount of cum, and it splashed across Alan's nose and dripped
off his face, leaving a slimy residue. As soon as Sam was done, Alan turned
all his attention to his younger son's dick. Wrenn grabbed the back of
Alan's head and shoved his cummy face into Scott's pubes, grinding it in.

Wrenn panted as he ground into Alan's ass. Red marks welled up where his
fingers dug in. He was always rough like this, and he would plant his load
deep inside of Alan. Rick was watching, observing the action, when he felt
something behind him. Cody grabbed onto his jock covered butt. His cheeks
spread open and then Cody's tongue connected. Rick moaned a little and
leaned back against Cody's face.

"You like my jock ass, Cody?"

Cody nodded and kept lapping at his hole. Wrenn let out a howl and shoved
into Alan. His hips and ass contracted as he pumped his load into his
friend's dad. Scott took the opportunity to shove his cock down Alan's
mouth and deposit his load directly into his gut.

Rick couldn't take his mind off of the mouth that was working over his
hole. Total devotion. Rick could tell, just from the way that Cody was
lapping at his ass, that the kid would do whatever he said. He rubbed his
bulge as everyone settled down. Alan was breathing hard, with Wrenn's cock
still crammed up into him. Sam looked ready to go again, his dick pressed
against his stomach. Scott was leaning back with his eyes closed while Alan
nursed on the tip of his dick.

Rick stepped forward to pull himself away from Cody and cleared his
throat. Everyone looked at him.

"Here's the deal," he said, "This fag isn't doing it for me anymore, so I'm
getting rid of him. I figured I'd let you guys have a crack at him
first. Make me an offer."

His dick throbbed. Trading a guy away was the ultimate act of control. Alan
looked a little heartbroken, but even now, he still trusted him. He'd done
a good job with his dad, and it was time to let him go.

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