Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 22:09:08 -0700
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Proper Place, Part 7

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 7
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"Did you like it when Scott saw you all boned up the other day, Dad?" Rick
asked.

They were in the kitchen making dinner. Rick had just fed his dad a load,
but he hadn't let him jerk off. As a result Alan was in a hormone induced
haze and most of the blood that should be in his head was in his cock.

"Rick, let's keep Scott out of this, ok? Your buddies, those guys, are
fine, but not Scott."

Rick reached over and grabbed his dad's junk. He squeezed as hard as he
could until Alan's knees gave out and he dropped to the floor. Rick
released him. Alan tried to cover his crotch, but Rick shoved his foot
between his dad's legs and pressed down.

"You don't make those decisions." Rick growled. "If I think you should suck
Scott's cock, then you're going to suck Scott's cock. You're already
putting out for one of your sons. Why would you have a problem with the
other one?" Rick kicked Alan in the ribs, just hard enough to leave a
bruise. "Get up."

Alan was out of breath when he got back up. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry sir." he said loudly.

"I know you try." Rick said. He pulled his dad in for a hug but pressed
Alan's face into his pit instead. It was the nicest thing he could do for a
guy like his dad. It was the sort of love and affection that fags responded
to.

When he broke away, Rick grabbed his dad by the shoulder. "I want you to do
something for me. If you do it, you get one hour with my body to do
whatever you want. If you want to stare at me and jerk off, you can do
it. If you don't do this something, you're cut off for a week, from me and
my buds. Got it."

Alan nodded apprehensively.

"Tomorrow when Scott comes home from wrestling, you're going to let him
catch you jerking off."

Alan's face went white. "How?"

Rick smiled, "I like that you're not trying to get out of it. Just throw
some porn on in the living room and be stroking it when he comes
home. Pants off, and I'll provide the porn. It's not exactly hard."

"What are you trying to do? Sir." Alan asked.

"I don't really know. Embarrass you at least. Maybe Scott will see an
opening and decide to fuck your face." He paused and then added, "Do it
tomorrow."

Alan's shoulders fell. "Got it boss."

The next afternoon, about five minutes before Scott usually came home, Alan
went into the living-room, put on the DVD Rick had burned for him, and
pulled off his pants. He was nervous but knew better than to disobey
Rick. He didn't fear the threat of punishment so much as the disdain Rick
would show him if he disobeyed. When Alan was being good there was
something loving about the way Rick dominated him. When he was disobedient,
Rick treated him like garbage.

The porn that Rick provided was a bisexual scene from a website that Alan
had been to a few times. It was shot to emphasize the men and not the
woman, and male-on-male contact was a big part of the action. The guys were
hot - a little older and more balanced in their physique than Rick. It
wasn't hard to imagine that his son would look like one of those guys when
he filled out.

Alan heard Scott put his bike into the garage, and his heart started to
race. He reached for the remote control and nearly shut things down. Then
he took a deep breath and decided to go through with it. He did his best to
ignore the noise of his younger son in the garage and focused on stroking
his dick. Pre-cum dripped down his shaft, which was as hard as it had ever
been. The veins along the side pulsed, and the head was red and swollen.

He didn't need to pretend to be surprised. As soon as Scott opened the door
instinct took over, and Alan dove both for his pants and the remote
control. He got to the remote just as Scott walked in, and hit pause
instead of stop. Then he grabbed his pants and pulled them in front of his
hard cock.

"Woah," Scott said. Then, instead of leaving, he stood there smiling,
"What're you up to dad?"

Alan couldn't find his words. He mumbled something and adjusted the ball of
denim in front his crotch.

Scott studied the screen. "There are a lot of guys in that video, pops." he
said gesturing to the TV where two guys were frozen while over a
chick. There hands were on each other, but there was no other male-male
contact. Alan flipped the TV off.

"I didn't think you'd be home." Alan said.

Scott smiled, "You're one horny bastard, dad." Then he walked toward the
stairs. "Sorry I interrupted."

Alan pulled on his pants and cursed himself for going along with Rick's
scheme. His dick had deflated, and he was now concerned with the emotional
harm he may have inflicted on his youngest son. He assumed that Scott's
attitude as an attempt to cover over the awkwardness. After he was dressed,
he rushed upstairs and knocked on Scott's door.

His son was sitting at his desk. "Scott, I'm sorry that you saw that." Alan
said, while thinking, I'm sorry that I did that to you.

"It's ok." Scott said, "Rick and I have walked in on each other a bunch of
times.  It's not a big deal."

"Ok," Alan was about to leave and then turned back toward Scott, "I know
you're getting older, and if you want to talk about, you know, sex, you can
ask me anything. Anything, got it?"

"Yeah," Scott said as he turned back toward his computer. Alan walked
toward the door and then Scott called out, "Dad, are you into guys?"

Alan turned white and stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around, "Why do
you think that?" he said, sounding defensive. He quickly added, "Sorry,"
and then took a breath, preparing to speak.

Scott went first. "I don't know. Sometimes with Rick's friends you just
seem a little different. And then that porn, like, I know where that scene
was going."

"I was a long time ago, Scott. Maybe I'm starting to explore it again."
Alan said, "Honestly, it's complicated. I'm not trying to avoid the
question. It's just something I'm figuring out."

"Cool." Scott said.

"Yeah? We're cool. "

"We're cool."

Alan went downstairs and waited for Rick to come home. His wife was working
late, and he figured that Rick might make good on his promise. Scott had
finished his home-work and left to go to a friend's house. They would be in
the house alone, and Alan was boned up.

When Rick walked in, he immediately looked at Alan, "Did you chicken out?"

"No." Alan said. He followed Rick up to his room.

"What are you following me for?" Rick asked. Then he smiled, "You want your
reward. You sure you want to do this now?"

Alan nodded. "I didn't get off today. Scott interrupted me."

Rick laughed before throwing himself down on the bed and spreading
out. "Alright, pops. I'm all yours."

Alan walked over to the bed and grabbed the bottom of Rick's tank top. Rick
had been in the gym and his biceps and shoulders were pumped up. Alan ran
his finger over the big vein and then pulled the tank off. He held it up to
his face for a second and took a whiff of Rick's musk. Then he dropped the
shirt to the floor.

"Anything?" Alan asked, just to make sure.

"I'm all your's." Rick replied. He knew he didn't have to worry about Alan
trying to fuck him. He wasn't even sure if his dad's dick worked that
way. The best thing about giving a fag like Alan free reign was that he
would see it as an opportunity to worship Rick. He'd probably do a better
job than he would have if Rick forced him to work him over.

Alan unbuttoned the fly of Rick's jeans. No underwear. The short, straight
hair of Rick's bush popped out and the base of his thick cock was
visible. Alan crawled onto the bed and moved his face to the top of Rick's
bush, lightly kissing the skin. Again, he breathed in deeply, enjoying the
familiar smell of Rick's groin. He kissed his way up over Rick's abs and
then settled in near one of his nipples. He locked his lips on it and
started to suck.

Rick groaned from the sudden pleasure. He looked down at his dad, who was
clearly in heaven. Alan's hand snaked up the side of his leg and found his
bulge. Alan worked the lump of flesh for a minute or two before slipping
his hand into Rick's jeans. Inside, he found his son's soft cock, and he
started to play with it.

He explored Rick's genitals, reaching underneath his dick to play with his
balls. At the same time, he moved his mouth across Rick's chest, gently
licking the skin.

Rick couldn't keep himself from joining in. He ran his hand over the back
of his dad's head, gently petting him and letting him know how good of a
job he was doing. Alan continued to play with his dick, still mostly soft,
while occasionally looking into his son's eyes. He wrapped his leg around
his son's thick thigh and pushed his dick into Rick's flesh. He looked up
to see if Rick minded, but his son didn't seem to care.

Rick sighed. He'd expected some faggy stuff, but it was worth it. If
everything went according to plan, his dad would be sucking off Scott by
the end of the week. Then, they'd be able to really work the fag
over. Until then, he could handle some dick rubbing against his leg.

Alan humped him like a dog for a solid five minutes, slowly grinding his
dick into his boy's leg. It was a humiliating way to get off, which only
made it hotter. He licked and sucked at Rick's chest while he planned his
next move.

Alan knew exactly what he wanted and decided to take a chance. This was,
after all, his rodeo.

He kissed up Rick's neck and then along his jaw. Finally, he went for his
prize. Rick realized his dad was going to kiss him just in time and jerked
his head away. Alan didn't complain, but kissed the side of Rick's face and
nibbled a little on his ear. He felt his son's tense body relax, and then
he went for his mouth again. Again, Rick turned away. Alan waited
patiently, playing the cat and mouse game for nearly five minutes, until
Rick finally relented. Their mouths met, and Alan nearly came in his pants.

Rick allowed the kiss, but only because he'd told his dad that he could do
anything he wanted. It was a fairly weird experience. First, because it was
his dad. However, most of the father / son boundaries had already been
blown away. What really bothered him was the shitty way his dad was
kissing. It was like being kissed by a sister or something. There was no
intensity or action.

The longer it lasted the more it bugged him. He could handle the cock
pushing against his body, but the perverted, half-assed kissing, was
sending shivers down his spine.

Not willing to go back on his word, he decided to take control. Imagining
that Alan was a woman, he pushed his lips against his dad's and forced his
mouth open. Then he made out with him, pushing his tongue into his mouth
and biting Alan's lower lip every so often. He'd only been at it for a
minute when his dad's body began to spasm against this own. Alan groaned as
his orgasm ripped through his body, and he shot a load into his underwear.

Rick put his hand on his dad's back and held him tight. It was the most
affection he had ever shown his father during their many sexual
encounters. It felt odd to him. Having a guy this close, swapping spit with
him, didn't feel right. He definitely wasn't gay. At the same time, having
his dad this close to him felt perfect. No matter how he treated the guy,
he loved him. If he thought for one minute that their sex games were
interfering with that, he would call them off.

Alan pulled away from his son as his orgasm faded. "Fuck me." he groaned.

Rick smiled, "I know I'm a good kisser."

"No, really, fuck me." Alan said.

Rick got the message. His hand moved down Alan's back and into his dad's
pants. He rubbed his muscular ass cheek then reached between and rubbed his
dad's hole, scratching at it a little bit.

"You need your boy's cock, pops? Do you want your hot jock son to fill you
full of his load?"

"Please Rick. Fuck me."

Rick felt Alan's hole twitch with excitement. His dad was getting hot and
bothered at the thought of having his cock inside of him. He pushed his
finger inside of his father, teasing him.

"I don't know why you're so cock hungry. You've got three dudes laying pipe
in your ass. I would think you'd be all worn out."

"I need you inside me, son." Alan said. His mouth moved down Rick's neck
and into his armpit. Alan raised his son's arm, something he wouldn't
normally dare do, and started to lick his pit. After a day of moving
around, it was a little ripe and damp. He rubbed his face through
it. "Please, Rick."

Rick pushed his dad's head deeper into his pit. "Don't worry pops. I know
you've got an itch you can't scratch. I'm going to give it to you hard, ok?
I'll take care of you."

Alan made a soft purring sound, almost like he was whimpering, and dug his
face deeper into Rick's pit. Rick's cock had grown hard with
anticipation. He'd expected a long blow job from his dad, but it looked
like he was going to drive it up inside of him instead. He slipped out from
under his dad and stood next to the bed. Quickly, he pulled his jeans off,
and Alan did the same with his briefs. As Rick grabbed for the lube, Alan
flipped over onto his back and spread his legs. Rick sighed. It figured
that his dad would want it face to face.

Rick greased up his cock and then climbed onto the bed. His uncut dick
stuck up against this stomach, and bobbed slightly as he moved between
Alan's legs.

Alan gazed at him. "Hard. I want it hard."

"Good," Rick said, "Cause when it comes to fucking guys, hard is all I do."

His dad lay before him, naked and waiting. His dick was hard and flat
against his stomach. His hairy chest heaved a little. They rarely fucked
this way. Rick almost always took his dad from behind. It was easier for
him - more domineering and less obviously sex with a man. Looking down at
his dad's muscular body, he realized that there was something incredible
hot about taking a guy like this. It was the result of weeks of effort and
training. He'd given his dad free reign for one hour, and the guy laid on
his back and opened up his legs. That was a sign of a well trained fag.

Rick lined his cock up with his dad's hairy asshole. He rubbed it up and
down over the twitching orifice, watching as his dad's eyes rolled back in
anticipation and pleasure. Then, just as Alan was relaxing and enjoying the
gentle movement, he pushed inward. He moved slowly at first, but kept up
the pressure so that his ten inches slipped into Alan's body at an
increasing speed.

Around the seven inch mark, Alan bucked up and pulled away. "Hang on." he
groaned. Though Rick had promised his dad that this was his show, his dick
was in a warm hole now and his body took over. He kept shoving, grabbing
his dad by the hips and pulling him down onto his rock hard cock. It only
took a second before the resistance gave way and the last three inches of
his rod plunged into his dad.

Alan reached up and grabbed onto the sides of Rick's body. He pulled his
son down onto him and kissed his neck. Rick, feeling generous, moved his
mouth to his dad's and made out with him as his hard dick pulsed inside the
man's body.

"Fuck dad," Rick groaned, "Your cunt is so tight and so warm. It feels
fucking amazing on my cock."

Alan moaned, "I love making you feel this way son."

Rick pulled out a few inches and then shoved back in. "Every man deserves a
chance at an ass like this one. No strings attached, no reciprocation, and
no drama. Just a tight hole that's available all the time."

Alan nodded and nuzzled into Rick.

"Scott's going to love this." Rick said. Alan's eyes opened wide and the
color went out of his face. "That's right pops. What better way for a kid
like him to lose his virginity than by fucking his old man."

Rick kept sliding in and out of his dad. Alan wasn't looking at him, he
seemed to be processing what Rick had said. After gut punching him for a
minute, Rick smacked the side of his face and then grabbed Alan's dick. He
worked the head a little bit before squeezing hard. "What do you think of
that dad? What do you think of your little boy pounding this ass?"

Rick squeezed Alan's cock as hard as he could and Alan groaned, "Whatever
you want son."

Just as Alan mumbled those words his dick exploded for the second time in
Rick's hand. Rick pulled away and grabbed his dad by the thighs. Then he
pounded his ass as hard as he could, fucking the cum out of him and riding
the wave of his orgasm. His dad's warm asshole contracted around his cock,
pulling and squeezing it.

"Oh fuck yeah, pops. Get me off." Rick moaned, "Use your ass to get me
off."

Rick continued to piston in and out of his dad, as Alan shot a load of
watery cum all over his midsection. Rick ran his hand through the cum and
then rubbed it into his dad's face. "Lick it up, slut. Eat your cum."

Alan licked his fingers. Then Rick shoved his hand deeper into his dad's
mouth until his fingers reached the back of his throat. He pushed forward,
laughing as Alan gagged. He took his finger out and then lightly slapped
Alan across the cheek.

Now that he'd blown his load, Alan didn't look like he was enjoying the sex
quite as much. Rick had gotten used to that change of expression when Alan
went from a fag getting his daily allowance of dick to a dad getting
drilled by his son. The pleasure was rapidly replaced by embarrassment. If
anything, it helped to get Rick off.

"Fuck yes, here it comes, pop." Rick said as he dug his fingers into Alan's
ribs and thrust forward with all his might. Alan cringed as his son plunged
in as deep as he could go. "Tell me you want it."

"Give me your cum, son." Alan said roboticly.

Rick slapped him across the cheek. "Not good enough."

Alan continued to beg, never really giving it the level of heart that he
would have before he was spent. Rick taunted him, but eventually wanted to
unload. "Still not good enough." he growled.

Alan sighed. Rick ground his cock deep inside of his dad, felt his shaft
begin to swell, and then pulled his dick out. "Not. Fucking. Good. Enough."
he muttered.

He shot his load onto the bedspread between his dad's open legs. The cum
poured out in thick shots, six of them all together, and pooled up on the
fabric before it started to soak in. Rick's chest heaved as he unloaded,
and beads of sweat trickled down his chest. Alan realized just how much he
wanted Rick's load too late.

"No." he groaned as Rick dumped his nut outside of his body.

"Too late." Rick laughed as he jumped off the bed. His cock bounced in
front of him and a drop of cum hung from the tip. Alan watched as he
softened up a little, and his foreskin slipped back over the head. The bead
of cum collected and then dripped off. "If you're hungry, you better eat it
up before it all soaks in." Rick said.

Alan dove for the cum and sucked the liquid out of the fabric of Rick's bed
spread. Rick slipped his shorts back on and made for the shower. Alan laid
on his son's bed until he heard the water turn off, taking in his scent,
and slowly getting hard again.

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