Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 21:02:11 -0700
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Proper Place, Part 8

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 8
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"You know, Scotty, Lou used to wrestle." Rick said to his little brother,
"I bet he'd be willing to teach you some moves."

Though Rick and Scott didn't normally spend time together, Rick had been
hanging around him more and more over the last week. He thought that if he
could get Scott to look up to him, it would make Scott's introduction to
their dad's 'special talents' a lot easier. He'd also decided that Lou was
the right guy to lay the foundation.

"You think?" Scott asked.

Since he began to go to the same school as Rick, Scott had idolized Rick
and his friends. They were the top dogs, with all the girls and all the
influence. Scott hoped to take their place when he was a senior. He was
slowly developing the body, and he did OK with the girls so far. The more
time he spent with Rick and his friends, the better he would get at
handling social situations and being cool.

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow." Rick said.

The next afternoon, Scott met up with Lou after school. They played around
in the gym, trying out various wrestling moves, and then they lifted
together in the weight-room. When they were done, they went into the
school's locker-room to change.

Lou stripped off his shirt. His muscles, gleaming with sweat, were pumped
up and bulging. He had some hair on his chest which gave him an incredibly
masculine look. He glanced at Scott and caught him staring. Scott saw him
notice and turned away.

"Sorry man," Scott said, "I just really want a body like that someday."

"You're well on your way, dude." Lou said. "If you keep working out, you'll
look better than me. I didn't start as young as you are now."

"You must get so many chicks. Do you have a girlfriend?" Scott asked.

"I'm not hurting for action." Lou said, "But I'm not really focused on
getting a girlfriend right now."

"But you still get laid?" Scott asked, fascinated by the opportunity to
talk to the older guy about sex.

"You don't need a girlfriend to have sex." Lou said, "I take it you're
having a hard time finding someone to put out."

"Yeah, girls my age aren't into sex yet." Scott said.

Lou paused for a moment. Rick had asked him to broach a particular topic
with his little brother if the moment arose, and this seemed to be the
moment.

"Hasn't Rick told you about the other options?" Lou asked softly.

"You mean like jacking off?"

"No, I mean . . ." Lou looked down at the ground and then back up to Scott,
"Fags, man. Dudes who'll suck your balls, lick your asshole, basically do
anything for your cock."

Scott jumped back. "I'm not gay, man."

"Believe it or not, that'll make them like you even more." Lou said, "Look,
Rick and I, Wrenn, we've all got guys draining our balls. Girls don't want
to do it, so why not let these dudes?"

"Cause it's gay, man." Scott said.

"We're not dating them, dude." Lou said. He sat down on a bench next to
Scott and lowered his voice, "These guys, they'll do anything for your
nut. Anything. All you have do to is tell them to come and get it, and they
will literally be your slave. They'll do your homework, clean your room,
whatever you want. Just so they can get a taste of your cock. And you get a
fucking amazing blowjob in return. You should think about it."

"Yeah, right. So what am I supposed to do, start asking around?"

"They're easy to spot. First, they always want to be around guys like you,
and you can see them undress other guys with there eyes. They glare at them
like dogs waiting for a meal. Sometimes, they'll get in real close and you
can see their nostrils flare as they smell a guy. They want to be your
friend, the guy you always turn to, because they're hoping that someday
you'll turn to them for sex. Once you're looking, you find them
everywhere."

"I don't know any guys like that." Scott said.

"Sure you do. Just look around. They don't have to act gay. Hell, some of
them even say they're straight. But as soon as you give them a chance to
suck your cock, you'll see it in their eyes. Just a little hint and you'll
have them hooked. A normal gay guy might suck your cock, but a fag will
become your sex slave. That's what you need."

As Lou was driving him home, Scott realized that he did know someone who
sort of fit the profile. His dad acted that way around Rick's friends. Of
course, his dad had admitted to him that he might be into guys, so it made
sense. Still, he couldn't imagine that his dad would act the way Lou said
these guys would.

Meanwhile, back at home, Rick was laying out the second part of his
plan. He pulled Alan into his bedroom and told him that he had a new
challenge. This time there was no reward, but the consequences of refusing
would be severe.

"I want you to let Scotty catch you jerking off again. This time be in my
bed playing with these."

Rick tossed him a Ziploc bag that had a pair of his briefs in it. "I wore
those all last week. You'll be in fag heaven."

"Rick, Scott's already starting to think I'm some kind of pervert."

Rick considered throwing a punch to remind his dad not to talk
back. Instead he shrugged his shoulders. "You are some kind of pervert, and
he's going to find out exactly what kind."

"Tomorrow." Rick called as he ran down the stairs and out of the house.

The next day Alan paced the main floor of the house as he considered what
to do. He knew that eventually Rick was going to bring things to a head
with Scott. Right now, it seemed like his eldest son was playing for time
while he figured out how to inform Scott of their special relationship. In
the meantime, he was set on humiliating Alan in all sorts of ways.

He decided that putting up a fight would probably result in him being
denied access to Rick and his friends. So Alan waited until Scott was
supposed to come home, then went up to Rick's bedroom and stripped off his
clothes.

He lay down in Rick's bed and rolled over, grinding his already hard cock
into the sheets. He could smell Rick. This was his favorite version of his
son's musk. Not the sweaty stink of his body when he came home from the
gym, but the mellow, testosterone-laced odor of his boy when he woke up in
the morning.

Rolling over onto his back, he grabbed the Ziploc bag that Rick had given
him and pulled out his son's briefs. The front of the bright blue briefs
was crusty with cum, and the smell of Rick's junk hit him before he had a
chance to bring the shorts up to his nose.

His cock was rock hard and a stream of precum ran down the side. He grabbed
it and smeared the juice over the glans. He dropped Rick's gear onto his
neck, and then twisted his nipple with his free hand. In his head, Rick was
on top of him, biting down on his chest. His hands kept up with his
imagination, matching each imaginary bite with a hard twist on his
nipples. The smell of Rick's body rising the bed and the briefs took him
deeper into the fantasy. Soon he moved his hand from his cock to his
ass. As he imagined Rick sliding into him, he shoved two fingers into his
well-used hole. He finger-fucked himself and brutalized his nipples. He
leaned forward and pulled Rick's shorts up onto his face with his teeth. He
mouthed the salty fabric, sucking up the remnants of Ricks' cum.

The whole situation was too much. Rick hadn't lied when he said that Alan
would be in fag heaven. Before he knew what was going on, his cock was
ready to explode. A few more pumps and he'd be there. He pounded away at
his hole, putting himself right on the edge of orgasm.

"What's up dad?" Scott said loudly.

Alan's eyes opened and he bolted upright. Scott stood in the doorway
staring at him. Alan stared back and knew it was too late. His dick
exploded in his hand as he gazed at his younger son. Suddenly, the object
of his fantasy was replaced and instead of imagining Rick's mature,
developed body, he looked at his fifteen year-old son's lithe form: the
growing muscles of his arms and chest, shown off by his tank-top, and the
thick trunks of his strong legs. His mouth hung open as he gazed at Scott
and shot a wad of cum all over his fist.

Scott silently stepped into the room and looked at the underwear. "Those
Rick's?" he asked.

"Scott, I can . . .." Alan was at a loss for words. What was there to
explain. There was cum on his hand and he was laying naked in his son's
bed.

"You don't have to explain." Scott said, "In fact, I think I have a pretty
good idea of what's going on."

"It's uh . . ."

"You're one of them." Scott said. He was smiling from ear to ear. Alan knew
that smile. It was the same smile he'd seen on Rick's face the day he
caught him in the bathroom with his clothes.

"I don't know what you mean." Alan said as he grabbed his jeans off the
floor and pulled them on.

"Lou told me all about this." Scott said.

"Lou told you about us?" Alan asked, his face glowing red. He figured Rick
would be the one to tell Scott. Why would Lou?

"No fucking way." Scott said, "You're the fag that Lou is fucking?"

The word 'fag', coming from his younger son's mouth, cut Alan to the
core. He wanted to say something, to punish him, but he couldn't. As a
result of Rick's training, when sex was in the air he felt way too
submissive to fight for himself.

"Man, when Lou told me about guys like you, I didn't really believe him. So
you're really sucking his dick?"

Alan nodded slowly.

"Who else?"

"Wrenn." Alan paused. He wasn't going to name Rick unless he was asked
directly.

"That guy's a beast." Scott exclaimed. "So you're blowing Rick's friends
behind his back. What, do you wait until he goes to the bathroom and then
dive on their cocks?"

"Something like that." Alan said.

"And you must have a thing for Rick too, seeing that, well, seeing that
you're in here."

"Scott . . ."

"Do you have a thing for me too?" Scott asked. When he asked, he lacked
confidence. He wasn't sure if he was hot enough to be the object of his
dad's affection. He honestly thought that he might not be hot enough. The
weakness in his voice gave him away.

"Scott, I think we should talk about this another time." Alan said. He
still had cum on his hand, and his dick was getting hard again.

"You don't have to answer, dad." Scott said, sounding more confident. "I
saw it when I walked in. You weren't thinking about Rick when you shot that
load."

"I . . . uh . . . well you're a good looking guy." Alan stuttered.

As he saw shame wash over his dad's face, Scott's dick got hard. He
couldn't believe how horny being in a position of power made him. He'd just
gotten the guy to admit that he liked looking at him. Suddenly, Lou's words
were back in his head. These guys will do almost anything for a taste of
cock.

"I know I'm a good looking guy." Scott said. "You were thinking about my
dick when you came, weren't you? You want to know what I'm packing?"

"No, I swear," Alan said.

"Don't lie to me dad."

Alan hesitated. "Alright, I was thinking about you."

"What about me?" Scott said. He was taunting and playful again as he found
his voice.

"Nothing really, I was just thinking about your body." Alan said.

"That's kind of sick, dad. I'm your son."

Alan's face turned red again and his skin burned. He'd expected Scott to
catch him and then walk out in disgust. Instead, he'd stayed to taunt
him. If this was what Rick had been aiming for, he was getting his wish.

"What do you do with Lou and Wrenn?" Scott asked.

"I, uh . . ." Alan wasn't sure if he should give details. "I . . .  do
whatever they want."

"Anything?"

"Pretty much." Alan said. "Look, Scott, I don't really want to talk about
. . . "

"Unless you want me to tell Rick that you're jacking off with his clothes,
you're going to talk about what I want to talk about." Scott said sharply.

Alan was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The only way to get out of
the situation was to admit that he didn't care if Rick found out. Then
Scott would probably piece things together, at least figuring out that Alan
had already been caught by Rick.

"Scott . . ."

"Fuck." Scott said. There was a conflicted look on his face that slowly
turned into a big smile. "Fuck, you really are one of them. A cock-sucker
just like Lou said."

Scott's hand moved between his legs as he grabbed his dick. It was just a
small motion, and he probably didn't think that Alan would notice.

"Are you any good?" Scott asked.

"At what?"

"At sucking cock, dad?"

"Yeah, I think I'm pretty good." Alan said, no longer attempting to dodge
his son's questions.

"You know, I've never had a blowjob." Scott said.

Alan studied his son. It didn't seem possible. Scott was fifteen and very
well-developed. He could have gotten any girl he wanted. Perhaps, unlike
Rick, he hadn't developed a game yet. Rick had always been able to pull
girls in with his magnetic smile and his attitude. Scott had been much
shyer until this year.

"Your time will come, son." Alan said, trying to restore the dad / son
dynamic.

Scott kneaded the lump in his pants. "I'm kind of sick of waiting."

Alan's face turned white. He knew where this was going. What impressed him
was that Scott was so direct in his request. Even Rick had to hide his
desire behind anger.

"You want it." Scott stated as he palmed his junk and lifted it. "Don't
lie."

Alan nodded.

"Let's go to my bedroom. You don't want to get caught by Rick." Scott
laughed, "He'd probably kick your ass. Mine too."

They walked into Scott's bedroom. Scott had slowly removing all of the
childish elements, and it had been transformed into the room of a
teenager. It even smelled like a teenager.

As soon as they entered, it became clear to Alan that Scott didn't know
what to do. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Alan remembered that this was
his son's first sexual experience. He would have to set the pace.

"Sit down at your desk, Scott." Alan said.

Scott did as he was told. The bulge in his gym-shorts had turned into a
full on tent, and the outline of his dick snaked to the side. Alan wondered
what it looked like. He knew that Scott was uncut, but he hadn't seen his
boy naked in at least five years.

Scott turned toward his dad. Alan looked him in the eyes, "Are you sure you
want me to do this?"

"I'm sure." Scott said without a moment's hesitation.

"Alright, just sit back." Alan said.

* * * * * * * Rick entered the house quietly and dropped his keys on the
counter. He climbed the stairs two at a time and was surprised that he
didn't hear any voices. He'd expected some drama, but maybe Scott was so
freaked out that he'd left. When Rick got to his room, he was surprised to
see that Alan wasn't there. What's more, the briefs that he'd sweated up
were sitting on the bed. Alan wouldn't let a prize like that go for
nothing.

He walked into the hallway. The door to the master bedroom was open, and he
peeked in. It was empty. Then he moved to Scott's door and quietly pressed
his ear against it. It took about ten seconds before he heard Scott
moan. He thought his brother might be beating off until he heard his dad's
voice ask Scott if he liked it. Scott moaned again.

Rick inched open the door. Scott was sitting at his desk with his dad's
head between his legs. His hands hung at his sides, while his dad's hands
felt up Scott's hard stomach. Scott's tongue was hanging out of his head
while he got what Rick assumed was the best blowjob of his young life.

He watched for a minute before pushing the door open. Scott looked up, saw
him, and quickly jumped out of the chair. Alan stayed put on the floor and
gazed up at his oldest son. Rick turned to Scott.

"He's good, isn't he?" he asked.

Scott looked back at him perplexed. Rick continued, "Don't worry, bro. I've
been using dad's mouth for a while. So have half of my friends."

Rick walked toward Alan. He stuck a finger in his dad's mouth and pulled
open his jaw. Scott watched as his dad reflexively sucked on Rick's finger.

"Did Scott make you do this or did you ask him?" Rick asked his dad.

Scott answered, "He was sniffing your underwear and jerking off in your
bed. I figured that if he wanted cock, he should suck mine."

"Good man, Scott." Rick said, "But you've got some learning to do if you
really want to get the most out of him. You can't let him run the show like
that."

Scott stared at him blankly.

"You have to stay in control." Rick said. "Don't let him feel you up. Your
body is a treat that he only gets when he deserves it."

"I uh . . ." Scott said, "I just wanted a blowjob."

Rick smiled, "You have no idea how much fun you're going to have. Let me
show you. Get over here pops." Rick said as he unzipped his fly. His ten
inch dick was already half-hard. "Get on my cock."

Alan wrapped his lips around his son's meat. Rick wasted no time. "You can
use him to get off." Rick said to Scott. "However you want."

Rick grabbed onto his dad's ears and thrust his hips forward. He jammed his
cock down Alan's throat and held him there. For the first five seconds, he
stayed there with his nose buried in his boy's pubes, then he started to
struggle. "Fuck that feels good." Rick said as his dad thrashed about. "You
try it."

Rick grabbed Alan by the hair, pulling him off of his cock and pushing him
backward. Alan stayed on the floor, panting.

"C'mon Scott, give it to him."

Scott walked over to his dad, and put his cock in front of his old
man. Alan took it into his mouth. "Go for it." Rick said.

Scott tentatively grabbed onto his Alan's head. Then he pulled him
downward. His cock slipped into his dad's throat and incredible feelings of
pleasure shot up his spine.

"Holy fuck." Scott groaned.

"Use him." Rick whispered. "Fuck his face."

Slowly Scott moved his hips back and forth. Alan masterfully took the cock
in his throat. As Scott picked up the pace, it became more difficult and
soon he coughed and spit out his son's cock. Scott's beer can thick, seven
inch cock sprung up and slammed against his abs.

"Don't let him get away with that shit." Rick said, "You're in control."

Thinking that Scott wouldn't have the guts to really lay into his dad, Rick
walked forward and grabbed Alan by the hair. With his free hand he grabbed
Scott's cock and shoved it inside of Alan's mouth. Then he grabbed Scott's
hand and put it on the back of his dad's head. With Scott's hand under his,
he pushed Alan down onto his little brother's cock. Rick waited until Alan
struggled.

"Show him who the boss is." Rick said to Scott.

He felt Scott's fingers tighten underneath his hand and he moved
away. Scott kept Alan's head down for another few seconds before letting
him up. Then, just as Alan pulled away, Scott grabbed his thick cock by the
base and slapped Alan across the face.

"Nice." Rick said.

Scott kept pulling at his dick while his dad licked at whatever he
could. Sometimes he hit the head, other times he licked Scott's hand as it
moved up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Scott mumbled.

"No, you're not." Rick said as he pulled Alan away. Scott's dick pulsed and
bounced up and down.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"That load is not going in Dad's mouth." Rick said. Then he turned to Alan,
"Get on the bed dad."

"You want me to fuck him?" Scott asked.

"You ever fucked a dude before, Scott?"

"No, I've never . . ."

"This is your first time, huh? I thought it might be. Well, you can let all
that pent up teenage aggression out, cause dad can take it. Come over
here."

"What you want to do, the first time you screw a fag, is to really let him
have it. Just spit on your cock and shove it in. It's going to hurt him,
but that lets him know that he's yours. A fag's brain doesn't work the way
yours does. The more you abuse him, the more he'll crave your affection. If
you strike the right balance, he'll be yours for life."

"So, uh, what do I do?" Scott asked.

Rick spread open Alan's ass cheeks. "You stick your dick in there. You'll
know what to do after that."

Scott got between Alan's legs, and Rick sat up above him with his dad's
head cradled in his lap. As Scott lined his dick up with Alan's hole, Rick
rubbed the side of his dad's face.

"Your little boy's not so little, pops. That cock is going to split you in
two." Rick said, "At least after today, you can brag to all your fag
friends that both of your sons have had your ass. Think how proud they'll
be."

As Alan thought about what his buddies would think if they knew that he was
having sex with his sons, an incredible amount of shame overtook him. His
face turned red.

"You ready, Scott?" Rick asked not paying attention to his dad's emotional
turmoil.

"I think so." Scott said. He looked nervous. It was weird to be coached
through his first time fucking.

"Go for it."

Scott pushed forward a little bit. He would have been fine with a girl, but
invading an ass took more pressure.

"Shove it in, bro." Rick encouraged.

Scott bared down and his cock blasted through the resistance.  Four solid,
thick inches plunged into Alan's body. Alan groaned loudly and squirmed as
his son's cock, by far the thickest he'd ever taken, stretched him out in
unimaginable ways.

"That's right, dad. Your little boy's all grown up." Rick said.

Scott couldn't believe the way his cock felt. It felt warm, and tight, and
insanely good all at once. His dad's asshole gripped his dick, like it was
pulling him in. He thought that sex would be like jacking off, only
better. Instead, it was completely different.

"Look at him." Rick said to Alan, "Thank him."

Alan looked at his younger son, who didn't seem so young at the moment. The
muscles along his shoulders and upper arms were striated and bulging. The
veins in his forearms throbbed as he grabbed at Alan's hips.

"Thanks son."

"Fuck," Scott moaned. "This is insane."

"Now you know why Lou and I like to keep a fag like this on hand. Once you
get a taste," Rick said, "You're going to want this all the time."

"Hmmm . . ." Scott grumbled.

Slowly, he started to push forward again, and the last few inches of his
dick snaked into Alan's ass. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he
groaned as he rubbed his pubic bush against his dad's body. Then nature
took over, and Scott started to thrust in and out of his dad's hole. His
eyes were almost closed, and sweat ran down his neck. He concentrated on
the fuck job, trying not to screw it up.

Rick climbed over his dad and let his ten-incher flop onto Alan's
face. Alan opened his mouth and twisted his head until he got a taste of
Rick's dick.

"Nice job, pops," Rick said, "You've got both of your boys in you now."

Even though Alan had a cock in his mouth, Rick noticed a grin form at the
corners of his mouth.

"Fucking slut." Rick said as he slapped Alan against the face.

Rick then looked up at his brother. "The thing you're going to learn,
Scotty, is that fags like it hard. Especially this fag. And he can take
it. So don't be afraid to really give it to him."

Rick shoved his cock forward until Alan choked on it. When he pulled out,
it was covered with spit and throat slime. He slapped Alan across the face
with his hard dick and rubbed his nuts all over his dad's forehead. At the
same time, Scott picked up the pace. He slammed in and out of his dad's
ass, grinding down each and every time. His fingers dug into Alan's thighs
and his knuckles turned white. Rick knew that when Scott finally found his
groove, he'd be a powerful fuck.

Rick watched as Scott's body tightened. Though he was only five minutes in,
he was close to cumming. Still, not bad for a fifteen year old virgin.

"You gonna blow your load Scott?" Rick asked.

Scott looked back at him with a wavy, half-drunk smile.

"Earn it fag." Rick said to his dad.

"Please give me your cum, son." Alan said. Rick slapped him hard, "Not good
enough."

Alan remembered what had happened the last time he didn't do a good enough
job begging Rick for his cum. He'd lost the load.

"Please, Scott, seed my hole. Shoot your load deep inside of me,
son. Please give it to me."

Scott, who had been quiet thus far, suddenly unleashed a torrent of
smut. "You like my thick dick in your ass, don't you fag. Stretching you
out. I'm going to shoot my load so deep inside of you, you're gonna be
shitting it out for days."

"Give it to me. Please," Alan drew out the last word as Scott slammed back
into him and ground into his ass.

"Here it is, dad." Scott yelled as he collapsed into Alan's body.

Rick watched as Scott's ass cheeks tightened and then relaxed. He was
dropping a huge load into their dad. Scott didn't say anything, and his
head hung down next to Rick's huge cock. For a second, Rick considered
moving his dick in front of Scott's mouth just to see if it would
happen. He'd seen it before. Guys that will never suck your dick will nurse
on it while they cum. He decided against it, not wanting to mess up Scott's
first time.

When Scott was done, he pulled out of Alan and jumped off of his bed.

"How was it?" Rick asked.

"Awesome." Scott said as he caught his breath.

Rick grabbed Alan's legs and pulled them back, lifting his ass up. "Check
out the damage you did, bro."

Alan's hole was red and gaped open. A smear of Scott's cum was white
against the pink flesh. As Rick leaned forward, his balls hung over Alan's
mouth, and his dad started tonguing his nuts. Rick quickly grabbed Alan by
the neck, choking him. "Get your mouth off my nuts, slut. No freebies."

Rick had planned to pound his dad in front of Scott, to show him just how
to give it to the guy, but he looked at his phone and realized that their
mom would be home soon. "Fuck," he growled. He turned to his dad, "You come
to my room tonight to take care of me." Then he turned to Scott. "Good job,
bro. You've got a knack for this."

Scott looked embarrassed. Rick had seen it before. Lots of guys felt guilty
after messing around with a dude. Scott would get over it when his desire
to fuck overcame his desire to maintain a certain understanding of his
heterosexuality.

The brothers dressed and soon were sitting on the side of the bed talking.
Alan, his ass aching and leaking cum, wanted to hang out with his boys, but
knew that Rick would kick him out. Hoping to save himself that eventual
embarrassment, he took his leave and left to clean up.

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Hope you shot your load. If there's something you want to see in this
story, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading. Charlie