Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 01:17:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Proper Place, 14

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 14
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Rick had just offered up his dad to the highest bidder. He didn't' think
any of the guys in the room had much that he wanted, but that was sort of
the point. What would be more humiliating to his dad than to be traded for
a couple of bucks or the number of some chick that he'd been chasing.

Scott and Sam put their heads together for a minute and then Scott looked
back. "So, like, I'm really in charge, right? You're not going to keep
fucking with him?"

"No interference. If I want dad to suck me, I'll ask you first, just like
you ask me now."

Scott smiled from ear to ear. "I'll switch trucks with you." he said, "And
we'll do your half of the yard work."

By some sick twist, Rick had a vehicle that was quite a bit older than
Scott's and not nearly as cool. His dad bought a new truck when he gave
Rick his beater and then bought another new truck when Scott turned
sixteen. It wasn't fair, and it had been a major source of argument between
him and his dad. He smiled broadly, thinking about getting some new
wheels. He didn't care about the yard work, but that would be a nice bonus.

Rick looked toward Wrenn. He was still naked, and his brother Cody was
sitting on the floor looking defeated. Like most guys who were new to the
degrading service that men like Rick and Wrenn expected, he was feeling
guilty about what he had done. It made him look cuter, more fuckable, if
that was even possible.

Wrenn just shrugged, "Dude, I don't have a truck or anything to give you."
His dick was hard and bouncing in front of him. The guy was a fuck machine
and could go for hours. Alan was the only person, male or female, who'd
ever been able to keep up. He glanced at Scott, "Guess he's yours man."

Wrenn turned to grab his clothes and saw his brother sitting on the
floor. "Hang on." he hollered. He grabbed Cody by the nape of the neck and
lifted him up. Then he pushed him toward Rick. "You can have Cody." Wrenn
said.

Rick looked at him, "You're serious?"

"You're good at making them, I'm good at using them." He said. "Cody
doesn't like it yet, and I don't know how to get him to. I'd rather have
your dad. I don't have to force him to give me a blowjob, he just does it."

Things had gotten interesting. A truck was something he'd have for at least
five years, and he didn't have the money to buy one. Fags were a dime a
dozen. For some reason, though, Cody had intrigued Rick. There was a desire
in the kid's eyes that he'd never seen before. Normally a new fag showed
anger, fear, humiliation, and lust. Cody showed him desire, pure and
unadulterated. He knew he could take him to amazing places, and the thought
of making him better in bed, for whatever guy eventually snapped him up had
some appeal.

"Let me talk to him for a minute."

Wrenn nodded and Rick walked Cody to the back of the locker-room. Cody
stood close to Rick and then took a step back. His pants were tight across
the front and his big cock ran down his thigh.

"You've got a big dick, don't you?" Rick asked. Cody nodded without saying
anything. He was nervous and shaking a little. Then Rick smiled, "How long
have you wanted me?"

"Um . . ." Cody looked down at the floor. "I guess as long as I can
remember."

Rick put a hand on Cody's chest and felt him get tense under the
touch. "Yeah? Do you jerk off thinking about me."

"All the time." Cody said quickly. Then he blushed.

"I bet you liked seeing my cock today." Rick said softly. He moved his hand
up to Cody's neck, squeezed a little, just enough to make it clear what
this arrangement would be like, and then moved his hand to the side of
Cody's face. He slipped his thumb into Cody's mouth, and Cody sucked on it.

"You'll have to do whatever I say." Rick said sternly. He took Cody's hand
and moved it between his own legs. Cody's fingers moved across his
junk. "But in exchange you get to play with this."

The finger's tightened around his bulge, and Cody got weak in the
knees. Rick felt his body give way. Then he recovered, in part because Rick
had him hooked on his thumb. "Whatever I say," Rick repeated, "You want
it?"

Cody nodded. His eyes were watering and Rick was unsure if it was because
he was sucking the thumb or was afraid of what he was getting into. "You've
really wanted me for that long?"

Cody nodded again.

"I guess dreams do come true." Rick pulled his thumb out of Cody's mouth
and walked back over to the guys. Cody stayed in the corner. Rick grabbed
his dad by the back of the neck and dragged him over to Wrenn. "Deal." He
said.

"No kidding?" Wrenn was smiling from ear to ear. He looked down at Alan,
who gazed back up at him. Wrenn let a line of spit slip from his mouth and
Alan caught it without missing a beat. Wrenn groaned, "We're going to have
a lot of fun."

Scott was livid. "No way, man. You could get a guy like Cody anywhere." he
whined.

"Yeah, so could you." Rick shot back. "You two studs could easily find a
guy, older or younger, to fuck. It's time you learned how to turn a dude on
your own."

While the two of them argued, Wrenn pulled the side of his compression
shorts up and let his nuts fall out. Alan was kneeling between his legs
with his neck stretched out, reaching up and tonguing his balls. Wrenn
patted the back of his head. When Rick and Scott finished arguing he asked,
"So, like, this is it."

"This is it." Rick said. He turned toward Cody. "I'm spent for the
day. Come to my house at 4 tomorrow for a test run. No jerking off until
then. Got it?"

Cody nodded silently.

"Get on your knees." Rick said. When Cody was kneeling in front of him he
pulled his hard dick out of his jockstrap. Cody stared at it while Rick
worked the shaft a little. His thick hood slid up and down the glans. A
drop of precum formed and then dripped onto the floor. A thin, shiny trail
hung in the air.

"If you're good . . ." Rick ran the slimy tip over Cody's upper lip. "But
if you're not good, if you don't listen to me . . . " Rick tapped his cock
against Cody's cheek just hard enough that it stung, then he tucked it away
as best he could. "Bad things will happen."

Wrenn cleared his throat. He was standing, but practically riding Alan's
face. "You guys gonna leave soon?"

"Yeah," Rick said as he started to gather his stuff. "The locker room is
free like all night. Coach Mendez is watching, just tell him to lock up
when you leave."

"Another dude who's a slave to your cock?"

Rick nodded. Then he looked at Scott. "If you started to actually try, you
could be controlling guy's lives too instead of waiting for whatever I toss
you."

Scott rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. He made sure that Rick saw them
before he and Sam turned to leave. Then Rick followed them out. Wrenn
looked down at Alan, realized that he was now completely in charge.

"You like licking my balls, don't you?"

Alan pulled his face away from Wrenn's sack and looked up, "Fuck yeah,"

Wrenn palmed his skull and pulled him back into his junk. Alan immediately
sucked his nuts back into his mouth. No resistance, no complaining. Not the
kind of performance he got from Cody. "Why do you like my nuts, man?" Wrenn
asked.

Alan thought for a moment. It was an interesting question. He loved Rick's
cock, licking it, sucking it, and drinking Rick's cum. And he loved licking
Rick's abs. There was something different about Wrenn. He was thick and
beefy. His balls were always salty and sweaty, just like his ass and
armpits. Wrenn's legs and chest had the beginnings of a mat of hair growing
on them, and his stomach, hard but thick, was already covered in a patch of
fur. Rick had a man's muscles but still had a teenager's body. Wrenn was
all man.

"Why?" Wrenn said pulling Alan's hair.

"These are a man's balls." Alan mumbled as he pushed his face against
Wrenn's body.

"What's that?" Wrenn growled.

"Their a man's balls." Alan said more clearly.

Wrenn laughed. "That's fucking right. You're going to have to get used to
being with a man. I'm not into Rick's fucking games. I'm into this. Your
mouth on my balls." Wrenn ground his nuts into Alan's face. "Your mouth on
my balls when I'm doing my homework. Your mouth on my balls when I'm
gaming. Whenever I want it, your mouth is going to be on my balls. How does
that sound?"

"Great." Alan said before he sucked a nut into his mouth.

"Yeah, lick all that sweat up." Wrenn mumbled, "Fucking sweaty stud after
the game."

Wrenn's balls had been licked clean hours before by him and Cody, but Alan
did it again. Wrenn's dick, which had stayed soft, now pushed down the leg
of his shorts. He rubbed it softly as Alan licked him. Finally Wrenn pulled
away. "Is your wife home?" he asked.

Alan shook his head. She was working the night shifts that weekend.

"Let's go then."

Wrenn walked over to his locker and pulled a black t-shirt on. It was a
size too small and it stretched across his barrel chest. Then he yanked on
his jeans. He tossed Alan his shirt, which was in a puddle on the floor,
and they made for the door. Wrenn winked at Mendez. "We're all done." he
said as they left. Wrenn drove to Alan's house quickly and neither of them
said a word. Alan knew what was coming, and he was looking forward to
it. He'd been fucked by Wrenn a bunch of times, but this time Wrenn
wouldn't be trying to prove a point.

Wrenn walked up the stairs like he owned the place. He'd been over enough
times to know the house well. Alan followed him as they walked past Rick's
room and Scott's. It looked like Scott was gone, but Rick was sitting on
his bed watching TV. He smiled as they walked past. Wrenn then lead them
past the guest bedroom toward Alan's bedroom.

Alan paused, then grumbled, "In here." to Wrenn and motioned toward the
guest room.

"No." Wrenn said softly. "In here."

Alan looked into his bedroom. This was a line that Rick had never crossed,
probably because the idea of fucking Alan in his mom's bed grossed him
out. Wrenn didn't share those qualms. The fact that this was the bed Alan
shared with his wife was central to the attraction. If you take a man here,
you own his entire life. He might lay next to his woman tonight, but he'd
be thinking about Wrenn. This was the sort of primal, territory marking
behavior that drove a guy like Wrenn. He didn't have the capacity to think
it all out, but nature tended to drive him in the right direction.

"I don't' think . . ." Alan started.

Wrenn grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into the
room. Then he shut the door behind them. He pushed Alan to the floor,
grabbed his hair and pulled him into his crotch. He still smelled like
sweat and athletic gear, and his cock was hard.

"You don't think." Wrenn said. "Not with me. No thinking anymore. That's
your first new rule."

"OK." Alan mumbled.

"OK what?"

Alan paused. Then said, "OK, I won't think anymore."

"OK sir, you fag." Wrenn said loudly. "You call me sir from now on."

"Ok sir." Alan repeated.

Wrenn let Alan lick his crotch for a few more minutes while he rained down
verbal abuse. Nothing he said was meaner than usual, but he was loud,
practically yelling. He wanted Rick to hear him. He wanted his buddy to
know that he had what it took to keep a guy like Alan in line.

When the front of his jeans were soaking wet, Wrenn pushed Alan down to his
feet. He didn't know why he did it. It just seemed like the next best
step. Alan licked across the top of his trainers. Wrenn lifted a foot and
then stepped down on Alan's face. "Fucking lick my kicks, fag. Lick the
bottom of my shoes, you dirty fucker."

Alan did what Wrenn asked. He ran his tongue over the rubber and ignored
any thoughts of where these shoes had walked. Wrenn responded by pushing
back and eventually stepped on his face. Alan was forced onto his back with
Wrenn stepping down onto first his face and then his chest and
thighs. Alan's body ached, Wrenn was a massive guy, but he liked the
feeling of being under him.

Wrenn noticed the hard-on between Alan's legs and tried to step on
that. Alan winced and Wrenn glared down at him. "You like me walking all
over you? You getting off?"

"Yes sir."

"Me too, fag." Wrenn said as he palmed his crotch. He pulled a foot back
and made like he was going to kick Alan in the junk. Alan pulled away in
fear and curled up on the floor. Wrenn doubled over laughing.

"I'm not going to kick you, you fool." Wrenn said, "Well, not unless you
piss me off."

Then he grabbed Alan by the hair and positioned him so that his back was
against the end of the bed. He shoved a few fingers into Alan's mouth and
pried open his jaw. He dug in until Alan was choking and gagged. Alan's
eyes watered as he tried to mentally prepare for what was coming.

Wrenn saw the worry in his eyes, "It's going to be rough from now on, but
nothing you can't handle." He said, "You know I like it rough."

"I know sir." Wrenn said.

"The girls don't give me what I want. Even most of the fags don't give me
what I want. They all say they can take it, but they all fail in the
end. They fucking start crying and never come back. But you've never let me
down. That's why I traded my weak ass brother for you. You get it?"

"Yes sir." Alan said.

"Good, cause I'm counting on you to keep it up. I might not fuck with your
head like Rick does, but I'm going to make up for it by abusing that tight
asshole and mouth."

He stepped toward Alan so that his ample bulge was pressed against the side
of his face. He saw Alan's nostrils flair and his face turn red. Alan
wanted to look at it, suck it, feel it, but he didn't move. He'd learned
not to make a move without being told.

"Do you want my cock, fag?"

"Yes sir," Alan said confidently.

"Beg me for it."

Alan began to beg, asking Wrenn to feed him his cock and let him drink his
hot cum. Then he felt Wrenn's hot mound pushing against his cheek. He could
feel the dick pulse against the side of his face, and he lost it. He
described the feeling to Wrenn and told him how hot it was making him. How
he literally needed to take care of his hard cock for him. Wrenn grinned
and slipped down the front of his pants.

His dick was hard as stone and it slapped up against his stomach. Precum
oozed down his thick cock. It was an impressive dick. Not lean and sexy
like Rick's meat, but thick and veiny. It was the kind of dick that was
made for fucking.

Wrenn bent it down to Alan's mouth and slipped the tip against his
lips. Alan didn't open his mouth, but he could smell the cock under his
nose.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Wrenn said.

Alan did as he was told, and Wrenn rested the first two inches on Alan's
tongue. He left it there for about thirty seconds as drool ran down Alan's
chin and onto his shirt. Wrenn wondered how long he could leave it there
before Alan tried to suck it. Fortunately for Alan, he didn't have the
patience to test him tonight.

He slowly pushed forward, sliding his shaft along Alan's tongue and
watching the head approach his throat. When he hit the back, Alan
gagged. Wrenn didn't stop or speed up. Slowly he pushed forward, and Alan
did his best to open up around Wrenn's cock. When Alan's throat muscles
finally wrapped around his glans, Wrenn groaned.

"Your'e fucking good at that." he said.

Then he pulled his cock back out. He let Alan suck on it for a second,
rolling his tongue around the head, before he rubbed the older man's
hair. "You know what's coming, right?"

Alan nodded and mumbled. Wrenn grabbed his head and positioned it against
the side of the bed. Then he leaned forward and shoved his dick down Alan's
throat.

He humped his face mercilessly, shoving in as hard and as fast as he
wanted. Alan was pinned against the bed and each thrust caused the
headboard to crash into the wall. It was loud, and Wrenn knew that Rick
could hear him. It was what he wanted, really why they came here. He wanted
his friend to hear him throw his dad his roughest fuck.

The endless face-fucking continued until Alan couldn't take it anymore. He
never complained, but he got sloppy with his teeth and started to gasp for
air. Wrenn pulled out and looked down at his bright red face. It was
covered with spit and God knows what else. Alan breathed hard while Wrenn
stroked his cock. It was big, engorged with blood, and thick as ever.

Wrenn grabbed Alan by the neck and pulled him up onto the bed. "Ass in the
air, bitch." he growled.

Alan was already exhausted. He'd been fucked multiple times that day and
his throat was sore. He wanted nothing more than to eat Wrenn's load and go
to bed. Instead, he was going to get pounded. He'd been with Wrenn before
and knew that it would be long and hard. His hips would ache by the end
from trying to hold himself up against the big teen's weight and
force. When Wrenn's body touched his though, when that big cock slid down
the crack of his ass and pressed against his balls, his concerns
disappeared. He wanted it now.

"Please fuck me sir." Alan moaned.

"You want my thick dick?" Wrenn asked loudly.

"Please, fuck me." Alan repeated.

 Wrenn wondered if Rick, in the room next door, would be able to ignore
them or if he might get a little jealous. He lined his dick up with Alan's
asshole and shrugged. Whatever Rick had heard so far, he was bound to hear
this next part.

He shoved into Alan without warning. He felt the older man's asshole resist
him and then give way. His cock slid into the hot tunnel, which was
lubricated with cum and spit from earlier that day. His dick was much
thicker than your average cock and it was a brutal entrance. Rick might
have stretched his dad out in one direction, but his hole was going to need
to get used to Wrenn's girth.

Alan yelled out. He felt like he'd been torn in too. He'd taken Wrenn
before, but always with some warm-up, usually Rick's cock, and always with
a pile of lube. This time Wrenn blasted into his under-lubed ass hard and
quick. Alan's insides barely had time to move out of the way as the huge
dick tore open his tunnel. He breathed hard and whined into the bed.

Wrenn's mouth came up behind his ear. He was laughing. "Too big? Want me to
take it out?"

"Ugh," Alan groaned. Experience had taught him that asking for a break was
the dumbest thing he could do. It only made things worse. "No."

"You sure, you're whining like a little bitch." Wrenn teased, "If you want
a break, I can give you a break."

"Just a little." Alan said. "A minute, ok?"

Wrenn laughed and then bit down on the back of his neck, hard enough to
make Alan forget that his ass had been split in two. "No breaks, you
fucking fag. Ever. Got it? You get no breaks unless I want a break. And
guess what? I don't want a break."

Wrenn yanked his cock all the way out and waited just a second for Alan's
gaping asshole to close up. Then he plunged back in, punching Alan in the
gut from the inside. Alan couldn't take it, and he fell forward onto the
bed. Everything was happening hard and fast, straight from the get go.

"Take that fucking dick, pops." Wrenn said. "Take every fucking inch."

He continued to long-dick his best friend's dad, completely unbothered by
the fact that he was a man or who he was. Wrenn liked to fuck. Better yet,
he liked the kind of fuck where he could totally turn off his mind and let
his body do what it does best. He was like an animal, humping away at
Alan's ass while his mouth hung open and his fingers dug into Alan's
ribcage to hold him tight. His body had only one goal, to deliver his seed
into a hole. The deeper the better.

"Thank me for it." Wrenn growled as he pounded Alan. "Thank me for what I'm
giving you."

"Thank you, sir." Alan grunted. The more Wrenn pounded him the less able he
was to speak. The pain was getting worse and he tried to pull away. Wrenn
grabbed onto his shoulders and held him tight, not letting him get even a
moments reprieve. Alan moaned loudly, "Ahgh."

"Shut up." Wrenn growled. "I know you can take this. You've taken my dick a
bunch before. I didn't trade away my brother so that I could fuck a whiny
fag. I already had one of those. Now man up and enjoy yourself."

Wrenn grabbed his boxers off the bed, balled them up, and shoved them into
Alan's mouth. Alan bit down on the fabric, happy to have something that
would take his attention away from the burning pain in his ass. He felt
sweat drip from Wrenn's face onto his back. It was warm in the room, and
Wrenn's body was burning hot. It hadn't taken much to get the stud pumped
up after the game.

When Wrenn was about to have sex for the first time, he asked his older
brother what to do. He'd told him, "Turn your brain off and your dick on,"
and that had been how he'd fucked ever since. He mindlessly drove in and
out of Alan, relishing each flash of pleasure that shot up his spine. His
dick was rock solid and pulsing occasionally. He knew he was
close. Finally, with a grunt of approval, he clenched down his ass muscles
and took himself over the edge. His dick exploded inside of Alan.

He didn't know how much cum had been churning in his balls until he blew
his load. The thick, lumpy cum raced up his cock, thickening it, before it
shot into Alan's gut. Wrenn felt at least five, maybe more, blasts of
semen, and he expected that his pulsating cock was still leaking nut into
the older man's ass.

When he pulled out, Alan groaned. Wrenn spread his ass cheeks open and
watched as his cum oozed out of the puffy asshole. He grabbed his cock,
scooped up the cum, and then shoved back in. Alan yelped.

"Don't want any of my cum escaping, do we?"

"No," Alan moaned.

Wrenn climbed off of him and jumped off of the bed. Alan looked over his
shoulder and checked out the hulking mass. After exertion, Wrenn's muscles
were more clearly defined. He'd seen the kid naked a hundred times before,
but it felt different this time. He belonged to Wrenn now.

"I'll text you with instructions, ok." Wrenn said, "And you'll follow
them. No bitching or moaning. If I tell you to come to my house and get
your head between my legs, you're going to do it."

Alan's dick throbbed at the thought, "Yes sir."

Wrenn saw Alan's dick jump and rolled his eyes, "Fag," he said before he
walked out of the room.

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