Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2022 13:21:11 +0000 From: Matthew Storm Subject: Learning my Place - Part 2 NOTICE: This is a work of fiction depicting sex between males, including male relatives. If this is something that bothers you, read no further. Thank you to Nifty Archive for the work it does for its writers. Please consider donating here: donate.nifty.org Please provide feedback: mattstorm1997@gmail.com Learning My Place -- Part 2 I tried to keep Pat's load in me for as long as possible, grateful for his gift. But his gift had also been a curse, because I now knew my real place in the world, and I was desperate to fulfil my role. I spent the next few days stroking to the thought of Pat filling me up again, and I walked by other men always with the thought of them taking my ass like Pat had, planting their seed deep inside me. Worst of all was my father. I could no longer look at him without feeling a deep desire for his semen, for him to do to me what Pat had done. My dad, who had made me; his seed, which had made me. My father, this ideal form of masculinity, taking my soft, innocent ass. Half the time I was around him, I was sporting a full erection. Thankfully, my cock was so small that it was easy to hide it. Pat and the Greens eventually left, and I sorely missed our night adventures on our balcony. Dad, however, increased his night visits to my bedroom. He and mom were fighting more often, and I knew he used me to let out his anger, but I didn't care. I loved being held by him, feeling his strong body dominating my smaller frame, his rough hands hitting my soft ass cheeks with purpose. He also kept fingering my hole, but he no longer touched the button inside me. Still, it always left me hard and oozing precum, and he always left my room with an erection as well. One morning I awoke with someone ringing the doorbell. I jumped out of bed, still in only my tighty-whities, and ran downstairs, opening the door. Outside, there was a tall, beefy man, wearing cargo pants and a white tank top. His arms were as thick as logs, and he had a thick black beard as well. He was balding, and I could tell he was in his 50's, and he stunk to high heaven of sweat and manliness. "Good morning," he said, his voice deep as thunder. "Good morning," I replied, still awestruck at this sight. I wanted to pull down my briefs and bend over like I'd done for Pat, but I restrained myself. Still, I was glad I'd opened the door in just my white briefs, because it was clear the man had been taken by surprise but was now looking me up and down, observing my smooth body. "I'm Walter Brooks, me and my son were hired by the Greens next door to do some renovations on the house before they can sell it. I was just dropping by to warn your parents so that they can expect some noise. Are your parents home?" "No, they're at work." "Well, will you please tell them I dropped by?" "Will do, Sir," he seemed surprised by the moniker, but he grinned at me. "Thank you," he said, turning to leave. Fuck he was hot. And he would be working on the house next door. I knew immediately I wanted to show off for him, to let him appreciate my body. I watched his strong body from behind and, as he turned to go to the Greens' house, he looked back at me and winked. After breakfast, I went up to my balcony to watch them work. They were starting with the garden around the house, which meant I had a clear view from up on my balcony down to them working in the hot summer sun. Mr. Brooks had already taken off his tank top, and his body was beautiful. Strong and stocky, the kind of muscles that you get from physical labour instead of going to the gym. His chest was as big as a barrel, with nice, perfect, pink nipples that looked designed for nursing and sucking. His core was also strong, even without defined abs. All of this was covered in a thick mat of black fur, up and down his torso, down his strong arms and hands. He was sweating profusely with the heat, but he didn't seem to care. Brooks Jr. was also very attractive. Taller than his dad and not as stocky, he had a slimmer frame but still strong, with bulging arms and nicely defined pecs. I could tell he worked out on top of working in construction. He had a thick, black moustache and a 3-day-old stubble on his sharp jaw. They saw me watching them, but they didn't seem to care. In fact, a few minutes later, Mr. Brooks unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft, thick cock, angling himself to grant me a clear view of his package. He looked up at me as he started pissing, his strong stream hitting the ground from his uncut dick. I was hard as a rock at the sight. That night, when dad came home, I told him what Mr. Brooks had told me. Dad didn't say much about it, and we had dinner in silence since mom had gone away for work. Afterwards, dad came into my room as had become habit. "Did you suck Mr. Brooks' cock when he came to talk to you?", he asked, standing authoritatively still in his white shirt and tie and suit pants. "No," I stuttered, taken aback by his question. "But you wanted to, didn't you? I can see it in your eyes, you're a cock-hungry slut," he accused. "No-o," I stuttered again, "I'm not." "Take off your pants and bend over, I want to make sure he didn't fuck you." I obeyed, even though I was scared. I pulled down my pants and bent over on the bed, my head to the side so I could still see him. He approached me from behind and said "Spread your cheeks. I want to see your hole." I did as he commanded. I was afraid he'd be able to tell Pat had put his cock in me. He reached down and caressed my hole with his index finger. I wanted to moan, but stayed quiet, even when he slowly inserted his finger in me, watching my hole attentively. Then, I heard him unzip his pants and I saw him pull out his hard cock. If Pat had a big cock, my dad had a monster. Not even Mr. Brooks could compare. Dad was fully hard, and his dick was easily 10'' or more, thick as a beer can. I knew 2 things then: I wanted to have dad's cock in me like Pat had done and I had to train my hole if I would ever be able to take him. Dad had inserted 3 fingers in me before, and that had hurt, but it would be nothing compared to his horse cock. I wondered if he would try and put it in me then, but he just kept fingering me like he usually did while he jacked off. I started imagining that his finger was his cock, entering my tight hole and fucking me. I wanted his dad dick in me, filling me up like Pat had done. But his finger was just a sample of what his meat would really feel like. Still, it was enough to make me hard, hearing dad grunting from behind me as he masturbated to the sight of his finger entering and exiting my hole. A minute later, he pulled out his finger and stood over me, his knees bent a little so his dick was just above my hole. I kept my ass cheeks spread as, with a final grunt, dad unloaded his seed all over my back and ass and hole. It felt warm and manly and powerful, the smell of his cum overbearing in my nostrils. I moaned then, as dad kept shooting over my body, still not believing that he was gifting me with his seed, the same seed that had made me 14 years ago. I desperately wanted it in me. Dad seemed to read my thoughts because, as he finished squeezing the last drops of cum on my ass, he scooped the gunk with his fingers and started pushing it inside me. His fingers entered me without any resistance, his cum acting as lubricant as he pushed more and more. I felt the warmth of his cum entering my hole and came all over my bed covers without touching myself, focusing only on what he was doing to my hole. "You're going to clean that mess yourself," he said, pointing to the pathetic load I'd leaked on the bed. "Fucking whore." And, with that, he left my bedroom. The next morning, I desperately wanted to see Mr. Brooks cock again, still thinking about my dad's. I hadn't cleaned myself up yet, and my body stank of dad's cum on my soft skin. I was quickly developing a hunger for men and everything related to older, stronger, manlier men. But, as I got to the balcony in my bedroom, I didn't see him or his son. Disappointed, I went downstairs for breakfast and, afterwards, went into the back garden wearing only my tighty-whities. That's when I noticed a hole in the fence between our house and the Green's. I approached it, knowing perfectly well it hadn't been there before, and examined it, noticing how perfectly round it was. I looked through it and saw Mr. Brooks working on something a few feet away. He was shirtless and sweaty, his massive, strong body glistening in the sun. He saw me and I immediately backed away, not wanting to get caught spying on him. Then, his pants' zipper appeared in the hole, and he opened it, taking out his fat cock. He clearly hadn't been wearing any underwear and I watched in fascination as he put his dick through the hole, the opening just big enough for it to fit. His dick wasn't as big as dad's, but it was still huge, bigger than Pat's. I was approaching it slowly when he suddenly started pissing over to our backyard. I stood, open-eyed, watching as the powerful stream of warm piss left his piss slit and hit the ground. I approached a bit more, feeling the droplets of piss that bounced off the ground hit my bare legs. I was getting ready to open my mouth to feel his urine on my tongue when he stopped. I was disappointed, but Mr. Brooks didn't take out his dick afterwards. I understood then what he wanted. Obediently, I knelt in front of the hole and took his cock in my mouth. Still soft, it fit perfectly, going easily down my throat. I felt the acidic taste of his piss and licked his cock head clean of it. He slowly started getting harder, and it also got harder for me to suck him, but Pat and his friends had trained me well and I could take most of his cock in my mouth and down my throat. Mr. Brooks' dick stunk of piss and sweat and cum and I sucked it hungrily, saliva dripping down my chin as I bobbed my head up and down, feeling the veins on his shaft, licking his cock head, exploring it with my tongue. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. I felt his cock expand a little in my mouth and, with a sudden spurt, I was full of cum as he unloaded on my tongue. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but it was hard and some dribbled down my chin. He let me clean his dick with my tongue, not only half-hard but still amazingly thick and big, and then he pulled it back through the hole. I was still kneeling there, not believing what had just happened, when another zipper appeared in the hole. I knew immediately it was Mr. Brooks' son. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, extremely similar to his father's in girth and size, but with a circumcised head. He put it through the hole, still soft, and started pissing just like his dad. This time, I was already kneeling to receive his warm stream, letting it fall all over my smooth body. It felt amazing, having this powerful man piss all over me, me kneeling to receive his gift. I let it fall on my head and on my mouth, swallowing some of it and relishing the taste. When he was done, I immediately took him in my mouth and started sucking him off. I was getting used to their big sizes and I was wondering how I would do with my dad's cock. Well, at least they gave me some practice. Mr. Brooks' son finished in my mouth, just like his dad, but halfway through his orgasm I pulled my head back and let some of his cum fall on my chest. Then, I smeared it all over my body, wanting their scent to mark me as theirs. I spent the rest of the day next to the hole, patiently waiting for them to return. And they did: sometimes just to piss on me, other times waiting for me to give them a blowjob. I happily complied and gave them each 3 blowjobs. I was getting better at it, and, by the end of the day, I could deepthroat them without gagging. When dad came home, I was still only wearing my white briefs. I hadn't showered, and I knew I stunk of piss and cum. As he saw me, dad started getting immediately hard, his massive cock tenting up his suit pants. "On your knees," he ordered while taking off his blazer. He hung the blazer by the door and started rolling up his shirt sleeves as I obediently waited on my knees in the hall. Then, he walked towards me, standing above me with a stern look. "If you want to be a whore, then you'll be a whore." He unzipped his pants and pulled out the monster. It was even bigger up close, standing straight ahead, uncut, heavy and thick. My eyes opened wide in both wonder and hunger. I desperately wanted him, his daddy dick all over me, to service him like a good son, a good boy. Dad grabbed his shaft by the base and started slapping my face with his dick. I savoured each blow, feeling the warmth of his meat against my soft cheeks. He was looking down at me with a serious look as he did it. His eyes didn't look lustful or passionate: they looked solemn, as if he were doing this not out of pleasure, but as something that had to be done. Because he knew my role was to service him and to be below him. I stuck out my tongue, hoping to get a taste of him, but he didn't grant me such favour. Instead, he pointed the tip of his tongue to my mouth and said: "Don't let any drop fall on the floor." Then, he started pissing. It was hard to swallow everything as it came out, but I did my best. Some drops ran down my chin, but I caught them with my fingers before they fell to the ground. Dad's piss taste better than the Brooks': it was clear and warm, and it ran down my throat like water. When he was done, he gestured for me to get up and follow him. We went into my bedroom. He sat on my bed, and I knew what I had to do. I immediately lay on his lap with my ass up, offering it to him. His cock was so close to me, but I didn't dare touch it. He would decide when I got that pleasure. Dad pulled down my tighty-whities, exposing my soft ass. Then, he spanked me as he usually did, but this time I didn't hold back on the moans. Each slap elicited a deep pleasure in me, feeling his rough palm against my soft cheeks, my own dad teaching me a lesson. He then spread my cheeks and I felt spit on my hole. With his index, he massaged the saliva against it, and I relaxed my hole, letting him in. He slipped his index in me effortlessly, and then he inserted another and another. Three fingers were the most he'd done, and I was struggling a bit to accommodate him, but a I also knew that, if I ever wanted him to fuck me, I would have to take much more than that. With the three fingers in me, dad started moving them in and out, in and out repetitively, loosening me up. I stayed put, wincing a bit in pain but accepting his roughness. He inserted a fourth finger and I moaned as my boy hole widened more to let it in. It hurt a bit, but I took it. Afterall, he'd made me, and my hole was his to do whatever he wanted. He moved his fingers again in and out of me and I started feeling like my hole was finally stretching and loosening. I was readying myself for the fifth finger when dad suddenly stopped and slapped my ass again. I knew what that meant, so I got up in front of him. I could see his cock was throbbing, leaking precum. I desperately wanted to taste it. "On your knees," he said, and I went down. He stood up over me, grabbed my head and I opened my mouth. Without warning, he shoved his massive cock down my throat. My jaw opened wide to get it in, but he was much bigger than the Brooks or Pat or his friends. My gag reflex was gone, but I still struggled to breathe as inch after inch went down my throat. I tried to move away, but dad held me still with his strong hands. I couldn't even pull out or do anything. At last, my nose connected with his pubes. I could smell his musk, his manly scent, but I was still too focused on my throat rape to take it in properly. Dad pulled out his 10'' cock, leaving me slobbering and in tears, my throat opened wide and suddenly empty. It had been hard and painful, but I still felt proud of myself for having been able to take him. "It seems you have learned some things," he said. "You can suck it now." I didn't need to hear it twice. I immediately latched on to his cock with a hunger I'd never felt before. I worked his shaft with my hands as my tongue explored his head, taking in every inch of flavour while saliva still ran down my chin and tears dried on my cheeks. I slowly made my way through his cock as he stood above me, patiently waiting for my service. He didn't moan or grunt or move, he just waited for me to do what I'd been made to do. I deepthroated him two more times, burying my nose in his pubes and memorising his scent. He smelled so great, of sweat and cum, and I wanted him to possess me completely. I played with his massive balls, taking each into my mouth, remembering that these were the balls that had made me. My own father, feeding me his cock. It was overwhelming and I felt like I was in a dream. I sucked him for what felt like half an hour, licking him completely, tasting his dick as if it were the most delicious thing ever. And it was. Eventually, I felt him tense up and I dutifully opened my mouth for him. With a couple of strokes from his hand, he unloaded in my mouth. I caught every drop of his seed on my tongue, letting it pool there for him to see. He filled my mouth up almost to the brim and I relished the taste of his cum on my tongue. I wanted to keep it in me forever, to have it in my mouth forever. When he was done squeezing the last drops, I swallowed everything down and opened my mouth again for him to see my good work. "Good boy," he said. It was the first time he'd praised me. It almost brought me to tears. "You can go to bed now. This was your dinner." And I didn't need anything else. I got into bed, still stinking of piss and cum, and dad got out of the bedroom. Once he was gone, I played with my hole. My fingers were much smaller than his, so I could fit all 5 of mine inside. I kept pushing harder and harder, wondering how it would feel to have my whole hand inside, but I couldn't do it. In the end, I contented myself with just the fingers and fell asleep like that, still thinking of dad's cock.