Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 18:21:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dads Proper Place 1

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 1
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Rick was fifteen when he got his dick sucked by a dude for the first
time. He was hanging out with a buddy, watching some internet porn, when
his friend started to rub his cock. Before long, they both pulled their
dicks out and they beat off in front of each other. The next week, when
they did it again, Chris stared at Rick's dick. Rick shook it at him, and
Chris moved in for the kill. Warm lips locked around Rick's hard cock, and
he felt some of the most amazing feelings of his young life.

Chris never once asked Rick to suck him in return. Sometimes Rick would
withhold his dick, making Chris work for the privilege to drink his cum. As
Chris grew more submissive, Rick grew more dominant. Eventually Chris came
out of the closet and didn't want to play anymore, but those early
blow-jobs taught Rick a lot about himself. A mouth was a mouth, but the
feeling of power that he got when a jock like him was sucking his dick was
unbelievable. The more he humiliated the guy, used him like a hole, and
called him names, the bigger his orgasm.

After his experiences with Chris, Rick sought out other jock cock-suckers.
He didn't consider himself gay, but he got a rush from shoving a dude's
skull between his thighs. The more masculine the guy was, the stronger, the
cockier, the better. As Rick saw it, there was nothing more demeaning than
taking another dude's dick into your mouth, and nothing more thrilling than
making a man do it.

He soon learned that most gay guys wouldn't play the way he liked. Of
course, they would suck his cock when asked. At six foot one and
one-hundred-ninety pounds of lean muscle Rick was a catch. His body fat
percentage hovered around ten percent, which gave him rippling abs, cut
biceps, and thick shoulders and pecs. His dick was ten inches long, thick,
and uncut. God had given him the dick of a stallion, and he felt like he
could mount the whole world and make it his bitch. Most gay guys got scared
off when he called them a fag or his bitch. Only the real cock whores, the
ones who got turned on by being degraded, stuck around to take it.

Rick could tell which guys were game by the way they looked at him. Gay men
would check him out all the time. Their eyes moved across his body,
lingered on his crotch, and then moved to his face.  When he looked back,
they would smile and make an opening move. Rick would shake his head and
smile back. The fags, though, were embarrassed when they got caught. They
leered at him, undressed him with their eyes, and practically drooled over
his muscles. They never made eye contact. They all have such a deep seated
sense of inferiority that they felt like they were doing something wrong
just by looking at him.

He was seventeen when he first noticed his dad giving him the fag look. At
first, Rick thought Alan might just be admiring his son's body. But there
were times when his gaze seemed to linger too long or when he seemed to
insert himself into situations that allowed him to see Rick naked. When
Rick caught his glance Alan would always turn away quickly. It was his
shame that gave him away.

Nobody, including Rick, would have pegged Alan for a fag. Ex-military, he
was 21 when Rick was born. At 38 he still looked pretty good. His body was
toned, though not as big as Rick's. He ran everyday, lifted weights, and
had managed to keep a full head of hair. He was just starting to get a
little bit of gray around the temples. His chest was well-developed,
strong, and covered with course hair. Rick hadn't seen him naked since he
was a kid and didn't remember much about his package.

Suspicions started to build when Rick noticed a peculiar habit his dad
seemed to have. Each day when he came home from practice, he stripped off
his sweaty clothes and left them in a pile in his room before he took a
shower. When he came back, they were always gone. Over the course of the
next few weeks, his clothes kept disappearing. His dad worked from home and
did most of the laundry, but the timing struck Rick as odd.

He finally put it all together one afternoon when he went hunting for
razors in his parent's bathroom. As he was rifling through the cabinets, he
saw his gym clothes on the floor. Instinctively, he picked them up. The
clothing was still damp and reeked of his teen body. He turned it in his
hand and suddenly felt something slimy. He dropped the clothes and looked
at his finger.

Cum. Fag Cum. His pop's fag cum.

He cursed and wiped his hand on the towel before going back to his room.

After that, Rick started to hatch a plan. He'd been looking for a regular
fag for a while. The guys at his high school just didn't do it for him.
Most of them were either too weak or too proud to fit his needs. He didn't
gain any sense of power from dominating a swishy guy who would have sucked
his cock anyway, and the jocks he'd gotten between his legs made him work
too hard for it. He wanted a guy that would be obedient, but also put up a
little bit of a fight.

Making a grown man - a strong, muscular, handsome man - suck his own son's
cock, was exactly the kind of challenge Rick was looking for. His dad had a
thing for him; that was clear. Right now it was a dirty fantasy that Alan
probably felt guilty about. Rick was going to make it a reality. He was
going to fill his old man's mouth with two nuts that belonged to his own
flesh and blood. It was perfect.

For the next few days, he left his gym clothes at school. Every day he put
on the same shorts and shirt and sweated them up. When his pops asked if he
had any dirty laundry, he laughed and said he'd left it at school. The poor
fag was probably worried that his supply had dried up. Finally, on
Thursday, Rick brought the clothes home. He knew he'd done the job right
when one of his buddies came up to him and told him that he stunk. That was
exactly what he was going for. He needed to be absolutely irresistible.

He came home and started up the shower, leaving his clothing in a pile in
his room as usual. Instead of actually showering, he sat in the steamy room
for five minutes before stepping out with a towel wrapped around his
waist. He walked back to the master bedroom, and, as expected, found his
dad standing in the bathroom with his pants around his legs. His six inch
cock was bouncing in front of him and he had Rick's t-shirt pressed against
his face.

Rick walked into the bedroom and called out, "I hope you appreciate that,
pops. My bros wouldn't even stand next to me today cause I stunk so bad."

Alan instantly dropped the shirt. He looked up, saw Rick, and went white as
a ghost. He dropped down and pulled up his pants and started to mumble as
he tried to zip up. His face turned red as his eyes met Rick's.

Rick didn't need to listen to know what his dad was going to say. He would
probably try to claim that it wasn't what it looked like. That he wasn't
sniffing his son's dirty clothes while he yanked his cock. After he
realized that it was futile to make excuses, his dad would apologize and
probably beg him not to tell his mom. Rick didn't want to listen to excuses
or to see his dad break down in tears. He was there because he wanted a fag
to suck his cock, and it just so happened that his dad was the fag that was
going to do it.

"That's a whole week's worth of sweat. You should be thanking me." Rick
said.

His dad stood there like a deer caught in head lights with the t-shirt
still in his hand. Rick stepped forward, and his dad pulled away from
him. Did he really think that Rick was going to get violent? Rick took the
shirt from his hand and twisted it around so that the damp pit was facing
upward. Before Alan could speak, he shoved it over his dad's mouth.

Alan tried to pull away at first, but Rick quickly put him into a
headlock. He held his dad's skull against his body until his breathing
slowed, and he began to take in the ripe stink of his pits. He waited about
thirty seconds before rubbing the fabric against Alan's face and saying,
"That get you hot, dad? You like the smell of your own son's pits?"

When Alan didn't respond, he shook him violently. "Fucking answer me,
pops. Are you fucking hot for my body?"

Alan nodded. As soon as he did, he started sobbing. Rick felt his dad's
body shake against his muscled torso, and he released his grip. Alan slid
down onto his knees and leaned against the bathroom vanity. Tears ran down
his face.

"What are you crying about?" Rick said with a sneer. This was classic
faggot behavior. Instead of realizing that his fucking dreams were coming
true, he was wallowing on the floor like a miserable piece of shit.

Alan looked up at Rick, whose bare torso glistened with fresh sweat. "Rick,
son, I don't know what's gotten into my head lately. I swear I won't look
at you like that anymore. I'll get help if I have to. I'm sorry."

"You still don't get it, do you?" Rick said. He picked his gym shorts off
the floor and pulled out his briefs. "That's the only way you're going to
look at me from now on. My dick, this dick, is going to be your whole
world."

Rick tossed the briefs onto his father's head. "Take a whiff. I got them
good and raunchy just for you."

His dad didn't move and his body kept shuddering. Rick softened his voice a
little and tried to be gentler. "Really, what were you going to do with
them. I want to see." he said.

It took another minute or two for Alan to gather himself together. His
internal sense of shame was slowly being overridden both by the fact that
his son might actually want to fool around with him and by the ball stink
that was working it's way into his brain.

Rick couldn't believe it as he watched his father sniff his briefs. These
weren't just a pair of worn underwear. The crotch rot rising off of them
was so intense that other guys had commented. Days worth of nasty sweat was
built up in them, and his own dad was going nuts over them. He watched as
Alan's hand slid into his pants. His dad was hunched over on the ground
like an animal, snorting and chewing, while he jerked his dick. If Rick
needed any further confirmation that his pops was a full on slut for his
dick, this was it.

He walked over and grabbed the briefs from his dad. "I don't want you
sniffing my stuff anymore. It's fucking sick."

"I'm sorry," his dad said. Tears were welling up in his eyes again. Rick
couldn't comprehend how a man who was normally so strong, could fall to
pieces like this.

"Get up on your knees and listen carefully." Rick said.

 He took a step back and let the towel fall from around his waist. He gave
his muscles a quick flex and raised his arms to show off his matted pit
hair. Slowly, he ran his fingers down his torso, and then scratched at his
pubes. His dad was trying not to look at his dick, but Rick saw his eyes
dart between his legs about five times a second. He yanked his cock a
little. Still pretty much soft, it was about five inches of thick flesh,
with a nice snout created by his veiny foreskin. Beneath that he had a good
pair of nuts that swung low in his sac. They weren't exactly bull balls,
but were proportionate to his cock. He let his dad look him over from head
to toe.

"You've got a choice, pops.  I'm going to go back to my bedroom. Option one
is that you put on your clothes, and we pretend like none of this
happened. I won't any of this against you. Option two is that you take off
all your clothes and come to my bedroom. From that point on, you do what I
say. We'll still love each other, but we'll take our relationship to a
totally new level. If you choose option two, it'll be totally on my terms,
and you better be ready for that. You've got five minutes to figure it
out."

Rick turned around. His towel was on the floor and when he bent over to
pick it up, he made sure his cheeks spread wide open so that his dad could
get a look at his beautiful ass. Then he pulled the bathroom door shut
behind him and walked to his bedroom.

He flopped down on his bed and put his hands behind his head. He didn't
know what decision his dad would make. Maybe the idea of doing the
unthinkable with his own son would be too much for him. If that was the
case, Rick would find someone else. There were plenty of fags
around. However, the thought of his own father on his knees between his
legs, worshiping the cock that he helped create, had Rick hotter than he
could have imagined. A stream of precum ran down the side of his cock as he
thought of all the fun they could have.

After only a couple of minutes, his door opened. His dad walked in naked
and stood about six feet from the bed.

"What do you want?" Rick asked.

"What?" his dad whispered back.

"What do you want, pops? Why are you here?"

"You, son. I want you."

"I'm not going to go easy on you." he said, "In this room, you're just
another faggot who's been hypnotized by my body, my swagger, and my cock."

"I understand." Alan said. His body shuddered a little bit. Rick couldn't
tell if the man was cold or nervous. It was probably a combination of both.

"Come over here and get to know the body that's going to rule your world."
Rick said.

Alan stepped toward his son. He gently knelt on the bed and began to move
between his son's legs. His eyes were focused on the ten inch monster that
rose from his boy's groin. Rick waited until his dad made a move to touch
it and then he reached out and grabbed his hand.

"You start here." Rick said as he pointed at his right armpit.

Alan climbed up the bed. Rick felt his dad press his body against his
torso. Normally, this was the kind of faggotry that would send him into a
rage. He hated it when a guy tried to sneak in extra body contact. For some
reason, with his dad, it didn't bother him as much. The touch didn't seem
like an invasion, and his dad's warm skin felt good against his side.

Alan's mouth connected with the skin underneath his arm, and he
instinctively closed his arm around his dad's head. Rick loved the feeling
of controlling another guy. Whether the dude's head was in his pit, in his
ass crack, or between his legs, he loved to manhandle their skulls. He
didn't care whether they loved it back or hated it. If a guy wanted to suck
his cock, he better be ready to have a big hand gripping his skull like a
basketball and moving his mouth where it needed to go.

His dad was a natural pit licker. He didn't need any instructions, and Rick
could hear him snorting his stink as he sucked at the sweaty pit hair. His
body was ripe, and his dad was proving his stripes by putting up with
it. Judging from the hard cock between Alan's legs, he wasn't really
bothered by the state of his son's body.

"Nipples," Rick moaned as he released his dad from the headlock.

Alan instantly moved his mouth to one of Rick's nickle sized, hard
nipples. His chest was well-developed; two mounds of muscle covered by
tight, tan skin. Some hair had just started to sprout up in between his
pecs. Alan's hands moved across his skin, and Rick shuddered. Again, this
would normally be a major violation of fag etiquette, but his dad had him
feeling so good he let it slide.

"After tonight, you don't touch me without my permission. For now, keep
your hands above the waist." Rick said sternly.

Alan continued to lick him while moving his hands all over his body. Rick
had never been touched this way before, either by a man or a woman. His dad
wasn't just admiring his body, but was in total awe of it. He continued to
suck on Rick's nipples, causing his dick to jump up and down against his
stomach. The one time Alan's hand bumped into his cock, Rick was ready to
teach him a lesson, but his dad moved away in time.

Rick looked down at his dad. Alan pulled his mouth away from Rick's
chest. "Your body is amazing son." he said, "You should be so proud of
yourself."

"You helped." Rick said, "You taught me how to workout, how to act, how to
take control. I never knew we were so different. I thought you were like
me."

Alan's face turned red, and he looked like he was going to cry again. Rick
had to make another course adjustment. With a normal dude, this weepy shit
would earn him a beating, but Rick wasn't there yet with his dad. There was
too much between them for Rick to fall into his normal, full-on-Alpha role.

"I don't think any less of you, dad." Rick said. "You want what you want
and I want what I want. This is just one more chance to help your son out."

Alan picked himself up off the bed. "I don't know if I can do this,
Rick. This isn't right. There's a reason why it isn't right."

Alan got off the bed and started to walk away. In a flash Rick was in front
of him. It was time for a different tactic. He was too horny, too into
making his dad into his bitch, to let the guy run away now. His dad had
said that he was willing to go all the way, it was time to show him what
that meant.

"You're not leaving," Rick said.

"Son, let me out." Alan said back.

"You said you wanted me, so you're going to get me. I don't care if you
think this is weird. You can figure that shit out in your own time. Right
now, all that matters to me is that my dad is hot for my cock. He's a cock
hungry fag who reduced himself to sniffing his own son's gear instead of
going out and finding a man to give him what he wants. Well, guess what,
that man found you, pops. Now you're going to give him what he wants,
whenever he wants it. You can be the man of this house, but when it comes
to my sexual needs, I'm in charge from here on out."

Rick was breathing hard now. His muscles were pumped up and bulging, and
his dad looked scared.

"Get on your knees, pops." Rick said through a sneer. "It's time."

When Alan didn't move, Rick put his hand on his shoulder. As soon as he
moved, his dad flinched. Good, Rick thought, the old man should have a
healthy fear of him. He put one hand on his dad's shoulder and the other on
his hip, and then pushed him to the floor. There was only a moment of
resistance before Alan's knees buckled and he sank down.

Rick held his dad's head about six inches away from his groin. With his
free hand, he played with his pubes and tugged at his cock. He didn't like
to trim his bush, and the thick hair surrounded the top of his dick and
then tapered up toward his bellybutton. The heat of his crotch was rising
up from his body. His dick was half hard and his foreskin covered the head.

"Kiss it." Rick muttered.

Alan leaned forward and planted his lips on the top of Rick's
dick. Immediately, Rick grabbed his skull and forced it against his
body. He rubbed his dad's face into his junk, then pushed him lower, wiping
his nutsack against Alan's forehead. He pulled his head back up by the
hair, dragging it against his inner thigh and the side of his
ball-sac. When he was finished, Alan's face was wet with sweat and glowing
red from embarrassment.

"Is this what you imagined it would be like when you were perving over my
drawers?" Rick said, "Did you think it would go like this?"

Alan muttered something. His eyes were glued to Rick's growing cock.

"You're a real fag, aren't you pop? You can't even focus while my dick is
out."

When his dad looked up at him, his eyes were red and watery. His face was a
mixture of pure lust and pure shame. Rick grabbed his hardening dick and
pushed the head against Alan's lips.

"Dig in there and clean my knob, dad." Rick said as he pulled his hood
open.

Alan glanced at him one last time before sticking out his tongue and
sliding it under his son's foreskin. Rick grinned. There were certain
things he loved to make fags do because no girl would ever do it for
him. Having them lick up his dick slime was one of them. He considered
letting a torrent of piss loose, which was his other main kink, but decided
to save it. His dad would learn to drink from the tap some other time.

"You remember when you taught me how to clean myself in there? Well that's
your job now." Rick said. "If you get cold feet and stop sucking me, you're
going to have a nasty clean up job to do when you come crawling back."

Rick scratched his balls as his dad's tongue swirled around the head of his
cock. He wanted to make his dad work his balls and then eat his ass. That
would certainly finish the job and make it clear who was in charge. At the
same time nearly an hour of sexual build up had him ready to blow. He gave
in to his baser desires.

Rick tapped Alan on the forehead and waited for his dad to make eye
contact. When he did, he said, "Get me off, pops."

He leaned back against the wall as his dad's mouth moved down the shaft of
his dick. He felt a hand on his rod and one on his thigh. His dad was
definitely not new to sucking cock. Though Alan had never given any
indication that he was into guys, his oral skills gave him away. Rick made
a mental note to find out the truth later.

He looked down at his dad, who seemed to have finally given over to his
feelings of lust. He was going after Rick's cock and seemed to have
forgotten who it belonged to. The shame had left his eyes.

"You like sucking your son's cock, pop?" Rick asked.

His dad moaned in approval, tickling the tip of his dick.

"What do you think your buddies would think if they saw this. You're not
just a fag, but a fag for your teenage son." Rick went on. "I bet you want
them to know. I bet you beat off imagining them running a train on your
ass."

Rick grabbed the back of his dad's head and pushed him down further onto
his dick. Each time Alan gagged a little, Rick would let him up for
air. His forearms bulged as he controlled his dad's body. Finally, he
couldn't hold back anymore.

"Get ready for my load, dad." Rick said. "The first of many."

He grabbed Alan by the front of his hair and pulled his face back. It only
took one or two pulls on his dick to launch a monstrous load onto his dad's
face. The first rope of his teenage jock seed exploded out of his cock and
splashed across his dad's cheek. He continued to jerk and unleashed another
eight blasts of the thickest, chunkiest cum he'd ever produced. By the time
he was done, his dad's face was completely painted, top to bottom and side
to side.

He watched as Alan's tongue darted out and licked the load off his
lips. Rick grinned. "You like that pops? You like the taste of your boy's
seed?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Instead he shoved his hard dick back into his
dad's mouth. Cum ran down the sides of Alan's face as he sucked the last
few drops out of his son's dick. The stink of semen filled the room. Rick
loved the smell. It made him feel powerful.

When he was completely satisfied, Rick pulled his cock from his dad's
mouth. He tossed a dirty t-shirt at his dad. "Clean yourself up. Mom's
going to be home soon."

His dad's face went white at the mention of his wife.

"Don't worry, pops. This will be our little secret." he said. In his head,
he whispered 'for now.'

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story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading. Charlie