Dad's Proper Place, Part 1

Hey guys,
Here's the first chapter of a new story focusing on a teenage son taking control of his dad. Let me know if you like it and where you want to see it go.
Charlie

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 1
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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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.'