Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 17:02:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Proper Place, Part 5

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 5
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"Did you like fucking around with Lou, pops?"

Alan nodded. He had his lips locked around his son's semi-hard cock. His
tongue worked the inside of Rick's foreskin. It was a kind of foreplay that
had developed when they didn't have time for a full session. Alan sucked on
his son's hood and licked his glans. Depending on the day Rick's dick was
anywhere from completely clean to ripe. True to his word, Rick hadn't
cleaned his cock since he started using Alan's mouth.

"He fucking loved it." Rick said. "It's all he talks about. You should be
proud that a stud like him enjoys using you."

Alan smiled. Since he first started having sex with his son, a part of his
life that he'd thought was gone forever was back again. During his time in
the military, he'd discovered a desire to submit to men and make them feel
good. Then he got out and pushed that part of him into the past. When Rick
had started to mature the old feelings came back. When you have the fag
gene, you can't have a stud like Rick in the house and not want to get
boned by him. Alan resisted as long as possible, but it wasn't long before
he was trying to check his boy out. He thought playing with Rick's briefs
was the farthest he would go, but then Rick caught him. Now he got dick
almost every day. Of course, he got pissed on and humiliated too, but he
was happy.

"He especially liked pissing on you." Rick said. "Lou is a real stud, and
that helped him figure it out. It won't be long before he gets his own
fag. I can't wait to see who he turns. It'll probably be a jock like
you. Lou liked seeing a muscled stud worship his dick."

Alan's cock ached between his legs. He wanted to touch it, to pull on it,
and to cum, but if he did Rick would pull his cock away and it might be
days before Alan got it back. Touching himself was the first thing he
learned not to do without permission.

"He's been talking about you with Wrenn. He told him about our
three-way. Wrenn still thinks you're a chick, but he's begging me to let
him have a shot at you." Rick went on, "If the three of us pulled a train
on your ass, you'd be leaking cum for a week. Fuck, we might even manage to
knock you up."

Rick was not normally talkative, and it was getting Alan off.

"Do you want to be our fag slut?" Rick asked as he pulled his cock out of
Alan's mouth.

"Yes, son." Alan said.

"Jerk yourself off and tell me what you want us to do to you." Rick
said. He didn't need permission to force his dad to perform for his
friends, but it helped to know that Alan wanted it.

Alan leaned back, and the words poured out. He didn't censor himself and
told Rick about his dirtiest fantasies. He wanted to be used by the young
jocks. He wanted to lick their muscles and taste their sweaty bodies. To be
pushed into their skin and controlled by their hands. He wanted to taste
their piss and lick their armpits. He wanted Wrenn and Rick and Lou to fuck
him so hard that he wouldn't be able to walk straight and to fill him with
so many loads that he would be sick afterward. He wanted to be their
personal fag, not just for Rick, but for all of Rick's buddies. If they had
a cock and wanted it sucked, Alan wanted to do it.

"You're pathetic," Rick sneered as cum flowed from Alan's dick. "You hardly
deserve what we're going to give you."

It was easy to bring Wrenn into their circle. Lou and Rick approached him
together while they were lifting. As usual, the conversation turned to sex,
and Wrenn asked again for the name of the bitch Rick was using. Rick dodged
the question, and Wrenn went straight for the jugular. He turned to Lou,
"You guys won't say because it's a dude." Lou didn't say anything, and Rick
hesitated long enough that Wrenn was able to add, "I could care less,
bros."

Rick was relieved. He'd worried that Wrenn would freak out. "Yeah,
man. This fag is insane for our cocks."

Wrenn dropped the dumbbells to the floor. "I used to fuck this guy, he was
a freshman, and he would take literally anything I could give him. I would
push his head into the mattress and just hump him like there was no
tomorrow. When finished, I'd zip up and leave. No drama, no bullshit, just
really good sex."

"Tomorrow after we lift come over to my house. You can have a crack at
him." Rick said.

Wrenn turned to Lou, "Is he really that good?"

"He's good." Lou replied, "And nasty. He licked my sweaty ass and I pissed
on him."

"Sounds like you found a keeper."

"Yeah, I'm going to keep him around for a while." Rick laughed.

The next afternoon, the group assembled at Rick's house. The three jocks
all looked the part, and Rick knew that his dad was going to go ballistic
when he saw them. Each wore nylon shorts and a t-shirt, their muscles
straining the thin fabric and their cocks forming big lumps at the front.

They walked through the kitchen, and Rick pounded on Alan's office
door. "Hey pops, we're going to go up to my room and hang out. Why don't
you bring us up a couple of beers."

When they got upstairs, Wrenn turned to Rick in disbelief. "Your dad is
going to give us beer?"

"Yeah. We've got a real special relationship." Rick grinned.

Rick had never asked for beer before, but Alan wouldn't refuse. Right now,
he was probably standing in front of the open refrigerator, trying to
decide if he should do as Rick asked. Rick didn't care if he thought about
it, as long as his dad eventually arrived with some suds.

Wrenn sat down on the bed, his legs spread open. "So when's this fag going
to show up?"

"Any minute." Rick said.

"And your dad is cool with this too?" Wrenn asked.

"Oh yeah. He loves it." Lou said with a smile.

"What? He's in on it too? I feel like everyone's been using this slut
except for me."

Just then Alan showed up at the door. He wore tight jeans that hugged his
narrow waist. A gray t-shirt stretched across his chest and read ARMY in
dark letters.

"You know I'm going to make you keep that t-shirt on." Rick said under his
breath.

Alan looked down at his chest. and his face turned red. While he knew that
Rick was going to make him to put out, he'd secretly hoped that he would
get to hang around with Rick's friends.

"Lou and I have been telling Wrenn all about this fag we've been using."
Rick said, "He's pretty interested. Wrenn's an old hat at using guys like
that for pleasure."

Alan turned red and his body shook. His jeans were too tight to show his
erection, but he was rock hard.

"Yeah, man." Wrenn said looking at Alan, "I've gotten awesome head from
dudes, but this guy sounds like the real deal. He actually let these studs
piss on him." Lou and Rick laughed, but Wrenn went on.  "It's cool that
Rick can talk to you about this shit. If my dad found out that I was
fucking guys, he'd tan my hide."

Alan tried to reply, but it came out as a mumble. There was nothing that he
could say that would alleviate his embarrassment. His stomach turned, and
he worried that he was going to get sick.

"When I first started my Dad wasn't so cool with it." Rick said, "But he's
warmed up to the idea."

Wrenn slammed his beer and looked to Rick. "Where the fuck is this guy?"

"He's about to show up dude. I told him that he should beg you for your
dick. That's how you'll know it's him." Rick looked to Alan and raised his
eyebrows. It was time to get the show started.

His hand shaking, Alan picked up another beer and walked it over to
Wrenn. He stood in front of him like a statue. Wrenn waited a minute and
then looked at him, not sure what was going on. "You want something, man?"
he asked.

Rick cleared his throat loudly.

"I'd, uh, like to suck your cock, Sir." Alan said softly.

Wrenn laughed loudly and then fell backward onto the bed. "No way, man!
Your dad! That's fucked up."

"A fag's a fag, dude." Rick said.

"No way, man. This is better than a fag." Wrenn sat up. In the ten seconds
that had elapsed his dick had gone from soft to rock hard. "Your own dad,"
he shook his head.

Rick thought it would take a minute for Wrenn to warm up to the idea, but
he was ready to go.

"So, no holds barred, dude?" Wrenn said as he looked at Rick.

"Well, I mean, you can't like break his bones or anything." Rick laughed.

"Got it."

Wrenn reached out and grabbed Alan by the neck. He pulled the older man's
face down into his crotch and pushed it into the nylon covered fabric. "Is
this what you want, fag?" he muttered as he mashed Alan's face against his
hard dick and tight ball sac. "Get a good whiff of that cock. Feel it press
into your face. Is that what you want?"

Alan nodded with his face buried in Wrenn's junk.

"Go for it then, fag." Wrenn said. When Alan reached up to Wrenn's waist,
the stud grabbed him by both wrists. "No hands."

Alan chewed the cock through the fabric, sucking in the taste of the jock's
crotch. He smelled like body-wash and sweat. Underneath that was the thick,
heady smell of Wrenn's musk, probably brought on by a day of leaking into
his shorts while waiting for this encounter.

"I want your mouth on my cock, fag."

Alan didn't know what to do. He moved his mouth up to Wrenn's waistband but
he couldn't pull it down. Wrenn's weight held the shorts up. Alan could get
them down just to the base of the cock, but couldn't get any further.

"Get your mouth on his cock now, fag. You've got five seconds." Rick said
from behind him.

Alan tried the waistband again while Rick started counting. When Rick
reached three he said, "There's a way, fag, just use that tiny brain of
yours."

With a second to go, Alan figured it out. He pushed his face up the leg of
Wrenn's shorts, and his lips finally touched the big dick. As soon as Wrenn
felt the wet mouth on his shaft, he moved his dick so that the head slid
into Alan's mouth.

He let out a long sigh. "This is the life, bros. Nothing better than
drinking a beer with a mouth on your cock." Wrenn said.

"There's one thing better," Rick said as he tapped Alan on the ass.

"Is he tight?"

"He fits me like a glove, but I've probably stretched him out for regular
guys like you." Rick pulled down the front of his shorts. Wrenn had never
seen him hard before, and he wanted to show off. His ten inch dick, thick
and bulging, stood out in front of him. His foreskin was still wrapped
around the head. He was leaking steadily now, and a trail of dog-water
dripped down to the floor.

"That's one mean looking dick." Wrenn said. He only had seven inches. It
was thick, but nothing like Rick's meat. "You always leak like that."

"Only when I know I'm going to get a fine piece of ass." Rick took a step
forward and grabbed Alan by the hair. "Clean up my precum, pops."

Alan took the head of Rick's dick into his mouth and licked the knob
clean. Rick's precum tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Alan had
become intimately familiar with the taste. His own dick was still trapped
in his pants, and he didn't have any hope that Rick would take care of him
like he did after the first encounter with Lou.

Rick grew impatient, and they didn't have a lot of time before they would
have to close shop. He pulled his dick out of Alan's mouth and walked over
to his desk. He grabbed a bottle of lube and tossed it to Wrenn. "You want
to get him started, bro?"

Wrenn nodded. He jumped out of his shorts and pumped some lube into his
hand. Then he smeared it all over his dick. He walked to the bed and sat
down. "I want you to ride me, fag." he said.

Alan looked at Wrenn's thick dick, standing straight up in front of him,
and got nervous. He'd gotten used to getting fucked by Rick's big cock, but
he still wasn't confidant in his abilities. He stepped out of his jeans and
crawled up onto the bed facing Wrenn. Wrenn grabbed him and forced him to
turn around.

"You think I want to see your cock while I fuck you?" he said as he grabbed
onto the shaft of his dick. "Lets go." he hollered.

Alan lined his asshole up with Wrenn's dick. Soon he felt the head knocking
at the door. Alan pushed down gently, trying for an easy entry. Full of
lust, Wrenn quickly jabbed his hips upward. He pushed into Alan, and Alan
winced loudly. Wrenn's big hands grabbed onto his hips and pulled him down
the rest of the way. Alan groaned and breathed hard.

"Jesus, Rick, I thought you said he was stretched out."

"I thought he was man." Rick said, "I guess I haven't been rough enough
with him. It's hard to really lay into your own dad."

Wrenn wasn't paying attention. "Fuck yourself on my dick." he
commanded. Alan raised himself slowly and then dropped back down. The pain
in his ass was intense, and he couldn't bear to go much faster. Wrenn kept
telling him to speed up, and Rick was clearly disappointed. He just
couldn't do much more.

Wrenn sighed. He grabbed Alan by the hips and then got up onto his
knees. He pushed Alan onto all fours and fell on top of him. He humped him
doggy-style for about a minute, slamming his cock into Alan's muscular ass
as quickly as he could. Alan's face was one of pure concentration as he
took the fucking. The new position was easier for him.

"He's got a solid cunt once you use it right," Wrenn said as sweat dripped
down his brow.

"C'mon Lou, lets give my old man something to take his mind off getting his
ass reamed." Rick said.

Lou threw his phone down onto Rick's desk and pulled off his pants. His
dick hung soft and was surrounded by a thick patch of pubes. His massive
balls hung low and away from his body. He and Rick stepped up to the side
of the bed. Alan was still getting pounded and he hardly noticed the two
additional pieces of meat he was expected to take care of.

"Alright pops, time to get Lou hard." When Alan didn't react, Rick tapped
the side of his face forcefully and pulled him over to Lou's crotch. Then
he looked up at Lou. "We've never done this before, have we bro?"

Lou shook his head. After Alan finally got his lips around the uncut Latin
meat, Lou's cock became engorged. Alan worked it slowly, licking the tip
and occasionally sucking on the shaft. Rick grabbed the back of his head
and pushed it down. "Fucking go to work on it, dad."

For the next five minutes, Alan alternated between sucking his son's cock
and the dick of his son's best friend. Neither of them were gentle, they
pulled him down onto their pricks and expected him to take them into his
throat. When he couldn't they made fun of him before passing him to the
other guy. Alan went into a kind of daze. His asshole was aching and his
jaw was starting to hurt too. He didn't think it was possible, but Rick was
giving him more cock than he could handle.

"Don't get lazy pops. You better be making Wrenn feel good."

"He is, man. I'm about to blow." Wrenn said. He slipped his body over Alan
and whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna pump your guts full of my seed,
fag. Are you ready for it?"

As soon as Alan nodded yes, Wrenn brought his weight down on top of
Alan. At 6'1 210lbs he was the biggest of the three guys. Alan collapsed
under his weight. Then, Wrenn wrapped his arms around Alan's torso and
squeezed him tight. Finally, his hips started to piston his cock in and out
of Alan's ass like a jack hammer. Alan grunted with each downstroke, but
Wrenn stayed. His face was pressed into Alan's shoulder, and he was putting
one-hundred percent of his energy into driving his load home.

Alan grunted with each thrust and soon he felt Wrenn's cock swell inside of
him. The stud stopped pumping and just shoved his cock deep inside. He
stayed still for a minute, gently moving his hips forward as he expelled
his load. When he finished, he pulled out and stood up next to the side of
the bed. His cock was hard and shiny from the lube and cum.

Rick didn't miss a beat. "You're up Lou,"

Alan groaned as he realized that the boys were going to run a train on his
ass. He'd been brutalized by Wrenn, and he wasn't sure he could take much
more.

"Shut the fuck up, pops." Rick sneered, "You wanted to be my fag
whore. Well guess what? Your dream is coming true. Now get up on all fours
so Lou can fuck you."

Lou climbed onto the bed and got behind Alan. He glanced at Rick with a
sick grin, then he slammed his hips forward without warning. Alan yelled
out as all eight inches of uncut dick plunged into his gut. The left over
lube and cum wasn't enough to make things go easily and his asshole burned
with pain.

"Oh fuck," Alan yelled again.

Lou pulled off his shirt and shoved it into Alan's mouth. "Shut the fuck
up, Alan."

Alan dropped his head into the bed and took the pounding, trying to take
himself to another place. As much as he enjoyed getting fucked by Rick, all
of this was happening too fast and too hard to feel good. Even though Rick
would deny it, there was usually a tenderness in the way he fucked
Alan. Wrenn and Lou, to contrast, got off on making it hard for him.

Rick grabbed his Alan's head and pulled the shirt out of his mouth. Then he
shoved his hips forward and lifted his dick so that his big balls hung in
front of Alan.

"Get on em, pops." Rick said.

Alan sucked Rick's nuts into his mouth, rolling them around on his
tongue. While he licked his son's sack, Rick ran his glans through Alan's
short hair. Precum flowed freely onto his dad's forehead and into his
scalp. Rick watched Lou's body flex and bulge as he slammed into
Alan. There was something beautiful about watching a guy like Lou fuck. It
was like an athletic performance.

"Do you like having Lou's dick in your cunt, pops?"

Alan nodded.

"Tell him then."

"Thank you for fucking me, Lou." Alan groaned through gritted teeth. He
still hadn't gotten used to the big piece of meat pushing in and out of his
ass.

"You're welcome," Lou said as he slammed back in. Then he brought his face
close to Alan's. "When did you start perving out on us - me and Rick and
our friends. How long have you been dreaming of our cocks?"

"Uh . . ." Alan's eyes met Rick's and a look of shame shot across his
face. "Probably since you were like thirteen."

"That's fucked up, man." Wrenn said from the sidelines. "You deserve
everything you get."

"What's fucked up is that I could have been using this mouth for the last
four years." Rick said. "Now we've gotta make up for lost time."

Rick turned and looked back at Lou, who was humping Alan like a dog. "You
about there, bro?"

"Yeah." Lou groaned. He pulled out of Alan and his dick slapped up against
his perfect abs. "You take his ass, man. I want to paint his face."

Rick and Alan changed places quickly. Without warning, Lou's cock was
shoved into Alan's mouth. He tasted Wrenn's cum and the bitterness of
lube. Lou then grabbed onto Alan's hair and forced his cock down his
throat. Just as Alan was working to accommodate the big dick, Rick slammed
into him. His mouth opened in surprise and Lou buried himself to the pubes.

He held Alan down for a second and then let him back up. Twice more he did
that. On the fourth stroke, Rick brought his hand down on the back of
Alan's head and held him down. "Make him work for it bro."

The two studs held his head down until Alan's eyes went wide, and looked
like he was going to pass out. They let him up and he coughed for a minute,
wiping the slime off his chin with his t-shirt. They gave him about fifteen
seconds before they repeated the cycle.

Wrenn watched and couldn't stay out of the game any longer. "Let me in on
that," he said as he slid in next to Lou.

The two guys shared Alan's mouth while Rick pounded his ass. First Lou
would fill his throat and choke him, and then Wrenn would. Alan was struck
by the difference in their approach. Wrenn's hands were stronger and his
body was muskier. Lou smelled like soap and his fingers pulled at Alan's
hair. The played with him for a few minutes before Lou pulled out.

"You ready for it fag?" he asked.

Alan nodded and opened his mouth.

Lou smiled and aimed his uncut, Latin schlong between Alan's eyes. Alan
just had time to shut them before Lou's piss slit flared and the first
blast of hot cum shot out. It splattered across the bridge of his nose,
before another shot hit him in the face. The load ran down his cheeks in
thick streams as Rick continued to pound his ass. Lou milked out at least
eight shots before the flow finally stopped. Alan licked his lips and ate
some of the hot cum.

Lou walked away. Alan reached for something to clean himself up, but Lou
snarled, "Don't you fucking dare, fag."

Alan bent his face down and let the cum slowly liquify, leaving cool, itchy
trails. Soon Rick's fingers dug into his ass cheeks, and he felt his son
unload inside of him with no comment. The other guy's were hardly watching
at that point.

Rick pulled out with a pop, and Alan suddenly felt empty. He turned over on
the bed and laid down, his hard cock draped over his thigh.

Suddenly his legs were jerked open and two fingers were shoved up his
ass. He looked up to see Wrenn's hulking form in front of him. Wrenn
scooped up some cum and then rubbed it onto Alan's cock.

"Jerk yourself off with our cum."

"Nice," Rick hissed.

Alan did as he was told. With his free hand, he pushed some of Lou's cum
into his mouth and savored the taste. He was hard as a rock and very close
to shooting. Then Rick grabbed onto his nipple and twisted hard. He yelped
loudly but his cock gave away his true feelings. He shot ropes of watery
cum over his hairy stomach and up onto his well-developed chest. He groaned
and panted as he came, and then collapsed into the bed.

When he looked up, all three studs were getting dressed. Alan suddenly felt
naked and cold. He was aware of the feeling of being used, and the cum that
was drying all over his body. His face turned red and goosebumps formed
along his arms.

Rick looked at him with a little bit of a sneer before tossing him his
underwear. "You might want to take a shower before mom get's home,
pops. You're covered in cum."

Rick's buddies laughed and made for the doorway, each pitching a beer can
in the trash before leaving Alan alone.

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