Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 07:42:06 -0700
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dads Proper Place 10

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 10
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After getting boned by his son, Alan cleaned up and returned to the
bedroom. He knew enough not to sit on the bed with Rick after they fucked,
so he sat on the floor at the base of the bed. Rick slid down and wrapped
his feet around this old man's head, kicking him lightly and digging into
him with his toes. Alan's cock was hardened as Rick's semen dripped from
his asshole.

"I invited a couple of buddies up today." Rick said, "I'm going to go
fishing. You should clean this place up before they get here."

With that, Rick bounded into the bathroom to wash up. He pulled on some
jeans and an old t-shirt and then headed to the truck to grab his tackle
box. In the meantime, Alan looked around the cabin. There wasn't much to
clean, but he organized everything and made the bed. Then he started to
dust the fixtures and surfaces. He was in a constant state of anxiety that
Rick would walk in, and he wouldn't be busy cleaning. The punishment would
be severe given Rick's mood. He assumed that the buddies Rick had invited
were Lou and Wrenn. Maybe there was someone new. His punishment would
probably involve being denied their cocks and then being forced to beg. So,
when he finished dusting he started to clean the bathroom.

Rick walked back in. "Check it out pops." He had a stringer of bluegills in
his hand. There were six fish, each a decent size. They would make a good
dinner for the two of them.

"Good job, son."

"Clean them up while I take a shower, will you?"

Rick handed Alan the string of fish and walked past him into the
bathroom. As he passed, Alan smelled Rick's odor and the distinctly fishy
smell that came from spending time on the water. Alan cleaned the fish
outside. Soon, Rick walked out to join him. He glanced at his phone and
then said, "Get dressed, pops. My buddies are almost here."

They sat in the living room for about twenty minutes listening to a
baseball game on the radio. Then a car approached. Rick smiled and told his
dad to get the door. He heard the shock in Alan's voice and a man say,
"Gotta say, I was surprised you wanted to do this. Been a long time."
Another guy said, "Been thinking about giving you a call. I wasn't sure if
you were still up for it."

Alan was flummoxed as he walked into the living-room. He was followed by
two men both his age. The first had a gray hair and a muscular body. He was
about 5'11" with a massive chest and thick torso. His body was hard and his
arms filled his sleeves. The other man was taller, maybe 6'1" and had a
full head of nearly black hair. His goatee was trimmed and his wide chest
stretched a tight black t-shirt. His broad shoulders narrowed to a tight
waist. Rick knew them as Uncle Mike and Uncle Chris, and they were two of
his dad's best friends from his army days.

"Rick," Chris said with surprise, "I, uh, didn't think you'd be here."

Alan looked confused. "I'm not really sure what's going on."

"Apparently neither are we." Mike said. He adjusted the bulge in the front
of his shorts. "We, uh, thought you wanted to get together. You know, like
the old times. I guess, I misunderstood your texts."

"Pretty hard to misunderstand." Chris said.

"You didn't misunderstand anything." Rick said flatly. "I sent the texts
from this."

He pulled a burn phone out of his pocket. He'd figured out early on that
Chris was probably the one who first put his dad on his knees. The guy
exuded masculine energy and was most like Rick in demeanor and build. His
dad wouldn't have been able to resist. About a week ago he started to text
Chris, first fishing for information and then becoming more explicit. He
finished things off by sending him pictures of Alan covered in Lou's
cum. That sealed the deal. Chris wanted some action. He brought Mike into
the circle shortly afterward.

"What the fuck, Rick?" Chris said, "You mean I was talking to you?"

"Sit down guys, and I'll explain." Rick said calmly. When Alan tried to sit
on the couch next to him, he pushed him onto the floor. "You sit there."

Chris and Mike both looked at Alan and then at Rick. "See, not too long
ago, I discovered that my dad here is a fag. Apparently, you guys already
knew that, right?"

Chris nodded. Mike looked at Alan, "I don't think I'd call him . . ."

"He likes dick. Names aren't that important." Rick said. "See, the fag was
sniffing my dirty gym clothes after I got home from school. I caught him
and long story short he's been swinging on my dick ever since. He can't get
enough of it - he literally begs for cock."

Mike straightened up. "He's your son." he said to Alan.

Alan turned red. Chris interrupted. "You never saw him like I did,
man. When he's hungry, he can't help himself. When we were serving
together, he was out of control. I figured it was better to just give it to
him than letting him get into trouble."

"Exactly," said Rick, "How long until he went after the wrong guy and got
pounded?"

Mike didn't have an answer. He turned to Chris, "You knew about this?"

"I didn't know about Rick," Chris said, "But I knew he was a fag. Jesus
man, you were there. You've seen him suck off a whole line of dudes. Did
you think that that was just normal gay shit? Even gay guys have some
self-respect."

 "He certainly doesn't have any of that." Rick laughed. He looked back to
Chris. "I've taken him way farther than you did. I've got him drinking my
piss and last night I choked him out while I fucked him."

"You're joking."

"Fag," Rick barked. "Go drink Uncle Chris' piss."

Chris straightened up. Mike seemed like he was going to interrupt, but
Chris opened up his pants. His cock was half-hard, and he had a thick,
black bush that spilled out of the fly of his jeans. He hauled out his
dick. Alan knelt between his knees.

"I've been waiting a long time to get you back." Chris said, "Twenty years
and I haven't had a blow-job half as good as the ones you gave me."

Alan reached up for his dick, but Chris pushed him away. "Have you missed
it, Alan? Did you miss drinking my cum every morning? I never should have
let you stop. We could have worked out a way to keep things going after you
got married."

Chris grabbed his cock by the root and rubbed it against Alan's face. It
was hardening, becoming thicker and longer. He cupped Alan's head and
pulled it into his bush. He heard Alan inhale.

"Yeah, you remember that smell, don't you?"

Alan nodded, pushing his face into Chris's wiry pubes. It felt like he was
meeting up with an old lover, years later. Chris was just as sexy and just
as strong, but when Alan felt his thighs and rubbed his stomach, he was
feeling the man he was with twenty years ago.

"Drink his piss." Rick said softly.

Chris stuffed the head of his dick into Alan's mouth. Then he let
loose. Alan guzzled down his buddy's piss, swallowing it as quickly as it
came.

Chris groaned, "You're pretty good at this." he looked to Rick, "You
trained him to do this?"

"Oh yeah." Rick said. "The fag was a natural. I haven't had to force him to
do much."

"He was like this in his army days. He'd walk ten miles to suck a dick. It
was awesome. I never understood how he just gave it up."

"He bottled it all up." Rick said. "Then me and my hot friends shook it
loose. It was only a matter of time before he gave in. You should see him
with my friends. Fucking high-school stud cock in every hole. He can go all
night."

Rick tossed his phone over to Chris. He'd finished pissing by now, but Alan
was still sucking on his dick. "Check out those pictures of him eating my
buddies load out of a condom. Drank that shit down."

"No fucking way, man." Chris said as he scrolled through the
pictures. "Check this shit out, Mike."

He handed Mike the phone, but he didn't seem to interested. He was still
trying to process what he was hearing. Rick went to the kitchen and brought
back three beers. He handed one to Mike and one to Chris. Mike slammed it
before getting up to get another one. Chris noticed his friends reluctance
and said, "You know Mike, once this mouth is on your cock, all the old
memories are going to come back."

"I don't' know, man." Mike said. "This seemed like a good idea before, but,
now . . . I kind of gave up this gay shit."

"You were ok with letting a dude suck your dick twenty years ago but now,
in 2014, it freaks you out?" Rick asked, "That doesn't make any sense."

Mike shrugged.

"C'mon, just let him back in your pants. You won't regret it." Chris said.

Mike sighed and pulled down the front of his shorts. Rick grabbed Alan by
the hair and pulled him over to his other friend. Alan looked up at
Mike. Mike had never been completely comfortable with their situation, and
he was usually half drunk when he pulled Alan's head into his
crotch. Undeterred, Alan grabbed his dick and licked it. Mike rolled his
eyes back and slid into the couch.

"Your wife doesn't blow you, does she man?" Chris asked.

Mike growled low in his throat as he cupped Alan's skull. He shook his
head. Alan went to work on his old army buddy.

Chris turned to Rick, "So he actually let you fuck him?"

"I wouldn't say he let me."

"That was always a line he wouldn't cross. Back in the old days. He'd spend
a whole afternoon on his knees, but if a guy touched his asshole, he'd
freak. I was so hard up back then, I fucking dreamed of pounding that ass."

"Once I broke him down, he knew it was inevitable."

"He was really sniffing your gym clothes?"

"I'm not kidding, Uncle Chris. I notice that my shit was disappearing, and
dad said he was putting it in the laundry. Then one day I found my stuff on
his bathroom floor covered in cum. A few days later I walked into his room
and he was in the bathroom with my briefs over his face. He loves that
shit. Sweat, pits. Fuck, yesterday he cleaned some smeg off of my cock."

Rick grabbed his dad by the hair and pulled him back roughly, "Bet you
didn't like that, did you fag?"

Alan shook his head. "Thanks for being honest." Rick said as he pushed him
back into Mike's junk.

"I guess I never took him far enough." Chris said.

"I got him after twenty years of denial." Rick said back. "He was so hungry
that he was willing to do whatever it took. After he sucked me off, he
started to work over my friends. One of my buddies is a real mean fuck. You
should see the tears drip down his face while he gets pounded."

"You're kind of a dick to him, huh?"

"He wants it." Rick kicked his dad in the ass, "You like it when I'm mean
to you?"

Alan looked up at Chris, not Rick, and nodded.

"Jesus fuck."

"He's sucking Scotty now too, though that created some problems. Still,
Scotty got to fuck him. Hell of a way to lose your virginity."

"Sounds like everyone's fucking him."

"Anyone who wants to." Rick said.

Chris sipped on his beer and stared at Alan's ass. It was just like he
remembered: thick and muscular. Two perfect globes of man flesh. He rubbed
the lump in his pants while he gazed at the tight denim stretched over
Alan's hunky backside.

"You want to see his hole?" Rick asked.

"I, uh . . " Chris started.

Rick walked over to his dad and gripped him by the back of the neck,
pulling him to his feet. "Get those jeans off, fag." Rick barked.

Alan quickly took his jeans off. He stood in front of two of his best
buddies in the jockstrap that Rick had provided. If it hadn't been for the
fact that he'd just pulled his mouth off of his friend's cock, he would
have looked like a star athlete in the locker-room. Mike noticed.

"Jesus, you haven't put on an ounce of fat since you were twenty." Mike
said.

Rick grabbed the back of Alan's neck and shoved him back into Mike's
crotch, forcing him to his knees in the process.

"He's been working out for me. Thinks it will impress me."

"Will it?" asked Mike.

"Nope," Rick replied. He got close to Alan and spoke into his ear. "You
know what impressed me dad? Last night, when I was choking you. You
actually took my hand and put it back on your neck. You practically begged
me to knock you out. That was impressive."

Mike grabbed Alan by the face, "Next time you're teaching your boy how to
be a man, you might want to go easy. You made this kid into one mean fuck."

"You reap what you sow." Rick said. He pulled the strap of Alan's jockstrap
six inches away from his dad's ass and then let go. The sharp snap of the
elastic rang out and Alan yelped.

Rick spread out his dad's muscular butt cheeks and pressed his finger
against his hole. "Look at this pussy, Uncle Chris. You never got into
this, huh?"

"Like I said, he wasn't into it."

"He is now." Rick said. "You want at it?"

"Uh . . ."

"Such a nice hole. Tighter than most of the sixteen year old chicks I
bang." Rick said.

Rick was suddenly tempted in a way that he hadn't been before. Whether it
was because he was in a sex-addled state after fucking with his dad for the
last twenty-four hours or because he had so fully talked up his dad's
winking pussy he couldn't tell, but he was compelled to bend down and lick
the tight, pink hole. His tongue connected, and he felt his dad's body
contract. Then he gave in and started to eat his dad's ass just like he was
going to work on a girl's cunt.

Alan pulled his head off of Mike's cock and moaned. Rick reached up and
grabbed the back of Alan's skull. "Get your mouth on that dick, fag." he
growled. Then he went back to rimming his old man. It was a sloppy job,
full of spit and slime. Rick spit on him, bit him, and lubed him up. When
he was done he pulled away and wiped his chin.

"She's all yours Chris."

"You got any lube?"

"You're such a softy." Rick said as he grabbed the bottle. Chris greased
his seven inch trunk and got into position.

"I always wanted to do this to a man." Chris said.

"This is your first time?" Rick said, "Fuck. Turn over old man."

Alan spit out Mike's cock and flipped onto his back.

"You gotta watch his face while you fuck him dude. It's all there. The
pain, the pleasure, and most of all the total submission. You can fucking
see it in his eyes. You're gonna be hooked after this. Taking a dude's ass
is the best thing ever. You should see them when they're virgins. Fucking
beautiful sight."

Mike pulled up the pouch of Alan's jock to gain access and then pressed the
engorged head of his cock against his buddy's asshole. Then he heard Rick
whisper, "Just shove it all in." and he pressed forward. He watched Alan's
face contort as his bulbous cock-head stretched open his entrance and then
saw the mix of Alan's pain and discomfort as his seven thick inches of meat
rearranged his insides.

"Oh fuck that's hot," he moaned. It really was all painted right there on
Alan's face.

"Just fuck him, dude. Fuck him like you've always wanted to fuck."

That was the attraction of man-sex for Rick. Women had rules and demanded
some respect. If you pounded a woman and called her a slut, she would never
let you fuck her again. And, really, if she did, then she probably was a
slut. It didn't work that way with guys. Rick could take out all his
aggression on his dad and the fag came back for more. Since he wasn't
looking to date the dude, he didn't really care that he was a sex crazed
pervert.

Chris clearly understood, because within a minute he was fucking Alan like
there was no tomorrow.

Mike watched his buddy go to town on one of his best friends and started
jerking his cock. He wasn't sure why he found it so hot, but he knew that
he did. Within minutes, he was close to cumming. Fifteen minutes of Alan's
mouth on his dick had done the trick. "Oh God, I'm gonna blow." he groaned.

"Fucking feed it to him, man." Rick said.

Mike bent forward and shoved his cock into Alan's mouth. Alan nursed on the
tip while his body rocked back and forth from Chris's fucking. Soon, he
felt Mike's head swell and his mouth was filled with a hot, salty
load. Alan ate it all greedily, licking his lips as Mike pulled it away.

"Fuck," Mike yelled as he fell back into the couch.

Chris continued to piston in and out of Alan as hard as he could. His
fingers dug into Alan's flesh, and Alan yelped a little as Chris pinched a
rib. "Shut the fuck up." Chris said. Then he slapped Alan across his open
mouth. Alan moaned, and Chris pulled his lower jaw down by the teeth. "You
like it when I beat you?"

Alan nodded. "Fuck yeah."

"Fucking pathetic." Chris said. Then he spit a huge gob of saliva and
phlegm into Alan's open mouth.

"Yeah dude, give it to me." Alan moaned.

"Shut the fuck up." Chris said, slapping Alan's face. "I didn't like you
talking when you were working my nuts twenty years ago and I don't' want to
listen to it now."

"You could try strangling him." Rick said, "But when he regains
consciousness he'll be more annoying than he is right now."

Rick ran a finger along the side of his dad's face and pressed the dark
bruises that had formed on his neck. His dick throbbed as he thought about
what he had done to him. He was going to look at those bruises for a week
and know that he had seriously owned his dad's ass.

Alan continued to moan. "Just shove your dick in his mouth or something."
Chris said.

'Or something'. Rick thought. He sat down on his old man's face and dropped
his furry balls into his open mouth. Alan closed down around them and
started to suck. The mix of pleasure and the tickling feeling caused Rick
to lose his balance, and he fell forward into Chris.

"You making a move on me boy?" Chris asked.

"You wish."

"You bet I wish." Chris said with a smile as Rick backed back up. "You ever
had a dick in that hole?"

"Never have and never will."

Chris reached down and twisted one of Alan's nipples. He whined against
Rick's nut-sack. "That's what this fag would have said a couple of months
ago."

"Yeah," Rick said. He pulled his nuts off out of Alan's mouth and grabbed
his ten inch, monstrous cock by the base. He briefly jerked on it, showing
it to Chris. Bigger, thicker, stronger. Then he shoved it into Alan's mouth
and slammed it down his throat. Alan took it like a champion. "Just
remember who was man enough to make him change his mind."

Rick's big cock snaked down Alan's throat and the muscles bulged as he
plunged in. Chris looked on. Rick leaned forward and fucked his dad's
throat. Alan could take the slamming for ten seconds or so before he
coughed and Rick pulled out. Spit ran down the sides of his face and big
gobs of phlegm dripped from his cock. After a minute or so of throat
fucking his dad, Rick sat back and pushed his asshole against Alan's mouth.

He groaned loudly as Alan's tongue pushed into his ass. He looked at Chris,
who was smiling and Mike who was half drunk. Neither fully appreciated his
dad's ability to make men feel good.

"Fuck yeah, old man." Rick cooed as he twisted his dad's nipples like nobs
on an old TV. "Get your tongue in there."

Alan was huffing and puffing while he licked. Smelling, in addition to
tasting, his son's sweaty ass crack.

"You want my cock again, pops? You need it?"

Alan mumbled against his ass. He didn't really want to be brutally throat
raped, and he knew that was what Rick would do. He wanted to continue to
eat his son's ass until he felt the hot ropes of cum splash across his
chest. Instead, he was going to be skull fucked without the slightest bit
of affection, and Rick would dump his load directly into his gut. That's
the way things would be and it wasn't worth resisting.

Rick took the mumbling as an affirmative and lifted his ass off of his
dad's face. Then he shoved his cock back into his throat. Chris had slowed
down and was now driving his thick dick in and out of Alan's ass with deep,
long thrusts. He tweaked his own nipples. "I'm so close, Rick." he said.

"Fill his asshole, man." Mike slurred from the side.

"Fuck yes," Chris said as he started to fuck Alan more quickly.

Rick was also ready to cum. He pushed his dick into his dad's mouth and
shoved into his throat. Alan opened up and took it like the cock-craving
bitch he had become. Rick held it there until his old man started to
struggle. He pulled out his cock and yanked it some, trying to calm
down. He was on the edge, but wanted to outlast Chris.

Finally, Chris' body became tense and he started to shoot his load. He
grunted loudly, hissing under his breath. Rick watched as his body
contracted. His abs, not defined but still visible rippled. His pecs bulged
and his forearms swelled as he gripped Alan's hips. The more he groaned and
grunted, the bigger his muscles got.

Fuck, Rick thought. If he looks like that when he's blowing his load, what
must I look like? Rick was cut, with bigger muscles and deep ridges between
them. The next time he was fucking his pops, he wanted to record it so he
could watch himself cum. No wonder the girls all wanted his baby makers.

"Breed that ass, Chris."

Chris pumped into Alan, "Best. Fuck. In. Years." he yelled as his nut
flooded the guts of his buddy.

Rick had pulled out to allow Alan to enjoy the feeling of being filled up
and taken, but now he shoved his cock back into his dad's throat. There was
nothing for Alan to do. When Rick was in the mood to dump his nut by
fucking his throat, there was no skill that Alan could demonstrate except
for his ability to just open up. He allowed his son to piston in and out of
his throat and got his tongue and teeth out of the way, becoming a hole for
his boy to use. The saving grace was that with Rick facing forward, his big
nuts kept slapping down against Alan's nose and eyes. He loved those nuts,
and loved having them in contact with his body.

Rick pulled out and started to stroke his cock furiously. This was it, the
last moments before the final charge. Alan braced himself, and when Rick
was only a moment away from cumming, he opened his mouth and let his son
plunge back in. Rick went as deep as he could, grinding his pubes into his
dad's chin. His cock swelled and he shot his cream, groaning and yelling
while he did.

Alan didn't get to taste the load, his son was buried too deep for that. He
relaxed, knowing that Rick would be in his throat for at least thirty
seconds. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and he gagged and
struggled. Rick held him down while his cock pulsed. The more Alan
thrashed, the more cum his balls dumped into his dad. He pumped it directly
into his gut, making sure that every drop was out of his dick before
pulling out.

Alan gasped loudly for air when Rick pulled out. His eyes were red and his
face was covered in sweat and spit. As he laboriously sucked in breath,
Chris jumped up and slipped his slimy cock into Alan's mouth. Alan licked
the cum off of it, cum that had been deposited in his ass, before Chris
took it away.

Chris and Mike both started to dress immediately. Rick asked, "You guys
want to hang out for the day? Maybe go fishing?"

"Nah," Chris said. He looked at Alan. Over the years he had stopped seeing
his friend as a cocksucker and a way to get off. Now, the old conflicted
feelings had come back. There was Alan on his knees and Alan on his feet,
he used to say. He would need to get used to thinking that way again.

"Well, you ever need to get off, you know where to look." Rick said. "He's
always hungry."

Chris smiled. "Don't worry, I won't forget."

After Chris and Mike had left, Alan took a quick shower. He put the
jockstrap back on and wandered into the living room. Rick was in the
kitchen cooking dinner.

"You did good today, fag." he said.

"Thanks." Alan said back.

Rick turned toward him. "Go put on some real clothes, dad. Then we'll eat
dinner."

Alan smiled and turned toward the bedroom. It looked like mean Rick had
released all of his anger and the kind version of his son had returned. He
hoped that he would stay that way for a while.

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