Dads Proper Place 3

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 3
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The following weekend was the longest weekend of Rick's life. Rick wanted his dad, his faggot slave, between his beefy legs, licking his cock and sucking on his asshole. He wanted to fuck the older hunk whenever he needed to get his nut. The fact that his dad was around him, but off limits, drove him insane. Each time he saw Alan bend over his dick throbbed in anticipation of claiming his cherry asshole. Each time his dad told him to do something, he yearned for that moment when the tables would turn; when his dad would beg him to take control and be the boss.

Normally, when he was this pent up, Rick would find some other willing hole to use. Sometimes the guys he used would become unavailable, either because they chickened out or because they freaked after he was too rough with them. When that happened, there was always another fag waiting in the wings, begging to take his load. This time, however, he tried to save it. He wanted to take all of this energy and store it up. When the time finally came, he was going to pump it all into his dad's horny ass. He would finally give the sub-bitch what he really needed.

To really torment his dad, Rick stopped showering and wearing deodorant after Thursday night, and he wore the same shorts and shirt on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. His brother Scott joked about his BO, but Rick wrestled him to the floor and pinned him until Scott begged to be let up. With his dad things were different.

When Alan was making breakfast on Sunday morning, Rick stood beside him the whole time. He knew his dad had a thing for his stink. After all, he'd caught the old man stealing his shorts to sniff and beat off with. By getting close to him, under the guise of helping him cook, Rick let him smell his body. He knew his dad was getting horny, because Alan was barely paying attention to what he was doing.

"Are you hard?" Rick asked softly while they stood beside the counter.

Alan nodded.

"Rub it for me." Rick said. Scott and his mother were sitting at the table.

Alan grabbed at his cock and gave it a quick squeeze.

"I didn't say you could stop." Rick growled. "Keep rubbing."

Alan frowned, but his hand went down to the bulge in his lounge pants. He played with his dick with his wife and son only ten feet away.

"If I told you to keep rubbing until you cum, would you do it?"

Alan blushed bright red, but then he nodded. "Yes, sir."

"That's all I wanted to know. You can stop."

Alan looked relieved, and Rick laughed loudly as if he had just told a great joke. Then he grabbed his dad around the neck and put him in a headlock. He rubbed his hair to make it look like they were horsing around, but he made sure that his old man's face was planted in his sweaty pit. Alan didn't even try to pull away.

"Quit horsing around, guys." His mom called out.

Rick released Alan and smiled at him. After they finished eating, Rick announced that he and Alan were playing racquetball that afternoon. He didn't bother asking his dad. Alan was a fanatic, and while Rick didn't really like the game, the match was another chance to make his father fall deeper into lust with him. The more his dad saw his body, the deeper he could set the hook.

When they arrived at the court, they sat next to each other on a bench and put on their shoes. Rick shook his dad's knee. "This is going to be fun. I'm going to pound you on the court and then pound you in my bedroom."

"We'll see." Alan said with a grin.

Alan was a muscular man and skilled at the game. Rick was bulky and slower. He wasn't sure that he could win, and that made the competition more fun.

"Well, I'm definitely going to pound you in my bedroom. Or maybe your bedroom.”

"Rick . . ." Alan started.

"What, you don't want my dick?" Rick asked. He pulled his shorts up and let his ten inch monster slip out.

Alan tried to look away. "I just . . . could use a few days to figure things out."

"Well, I don't think there's anything that needs to be figured out. You're submissive as fuck, and I'm a stud who likes to dominate guys. It seems like a perfect match." Rick reached over and rubbed the back of his dad's neck. "How about this, if you can beat me today, I'll give you time to think about what you want out of this relationship. If I win, I get to do what I want."

"Ok." Alan said.

Rick knew that deep down, Alan wanted everything that Rick was doing to him. Oddly, if he tried to bargain with his dad about anything else, his dad wouldn't have it. He had always ran a "no-means-no" kind of household, but when it came to his virgin asshole, Alan was willing to risk it on a racquetball game. He just didn't have it in him to refuse Rick.

Alan won the first match by three points. Rick actually started to worry that he was going to lose. That wouldn't only mean that he might lose his chance to fuck his father, but also that Alan would regain some of his confidence. If he didn’t' see Rick as his superior, things might start to fall apart.

"Nice job, pops." Rick said as they took a breather. When they stood up, Rick pulled off his shirt and pushed his shorts down a few inches. He was wearing a jockstrap, picked out for this occasion, and the straps showed above his waist. His skin was damp with sweat and shiny from not having showered for days.

"No fair." Alan muttered.

"What? I'm hot." Rick said as he bounced the ball on the concrete. "Plus, this will give you a chance to think about what you want."

The second match went to Rick, again by three points. He played extra physically, letting his slimy body crash into his dad whenever he had a chance. By the end of the match, Alan's dick was bobbing in his shorts. Rick prayed that someone would come by and see the show: an older man with an obvious erection playing with a seventeen year old jock. Unfortunately, no one passed by.

They began the third match and Alan kept pace with Rick. Rick did everything he could to stay ahead. When they tied up at ten, Rick worried that he was going to lose it all.

"This is it, pops." Rick said. "You win and all this goes away. No more sweaty boxers, no more dick, no more stud cum. You'll be free."

Rick had changed the terms of their wager a little bit. While Alan had asked for time to think, Rick made it seem like winning would mean the end of their relationship.

"That's not what I wanted." Alan said.

"You wanted out. I'll give you an out. Serve it up." Rick said.

Alan bounced the ball a few times. He wanted to beat his son. He also wanted his son. For nearly twenty years the part of his life that he discovered in the army had been buried underneath a facade. At least with Rick, he wouldn't do anything stupid. He wasn't going to give up playing with men, but if he did it on the internet, the risks were a lot higher.

"Serve the ball, pops." Rick said sternly.

"Rick, I, uh, I want out of the bet." Alan said.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want an out." Alan said, looking straight down at the ground, "You, uh, you can do what you think is right. I'll trust you."

Rick strutted over to Alan and gave him a hug. Then he whispered in his ear. "You're a bitch, dad, and bitches need dick. I'm going to take care of you." Then he pulled back. "Alright, bet's off. Play your best."

The final volley went on for nearly a minute. Alan finally got one past Rick by shooting a back-handed kill inches off the ground. It was an amazing shot, and for a minute, Rick was proud of his dad.

"See Rick," Alan said with a big smile on his face. "Your old man's still got it."

Rick picked up his racquet. "I'll remember that the next time I'm feeding you my dick."

For the first time, his dad didn't blush or look embarrassed. The pride of winning seemed to have reminded him that just because he was a bitch in the bedroom, didn't mean he was a bitch in the rest of his life.

When they got back to the house, Rick took a shower. He cleaned himself from head to toe, save for one part. He'd told Alan several days ago that from now on, it was his job to clean out 'under his hood'. After three days without a blow job from his dad, his dick was a little ripe. He slid back the skin. No dick cheese yet, but definitely a nice odor. He'd see if his dad was pleased.

In school the next day, Rick couldn't concentrate. He was too excited. His dick ached at the thought of plunging into a virgin pussy. He imagined how his dad's big pecs would flex and his face contort during the initial push. Fucking a man for the first time was the ultimate prize for a dominant stud like Rick. Just the feeling of having another man under him, taking his cock, giving in to his raw masculine energy was intense, and this man was his dad. He was the ultimate conquest: the one man who is always supposed to be an authority figure and in charge. When his last class ended, Rick raced from the building.

When he got home, he kicked off his shoes, rapped on his dad's office door, and went up to his room. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. Within thirty seconds, Alan showed up. As he walked into the room, Rick cleared his throat and pointed to the floor. Alan got down on all fours.

"You can start with my feet." Rick said, and Alan crawled toward him.

Alan licked the bottoms of his socks and sucked on his toes. Rick's socks were pretty clean, and they smelled like his shoes. It was a mix of sweat, cotton, and some foot odor. Rick let his dad rub his socks all over his face before he instructed him to pull them off. As if reading Rick's mind, Alan bit down on the top of the sock and used his teeth to slowly yank it down. It was tough work, and by the end he was panting.

Alan began to lick Rick's big toe, but Rick pulled it away. "Do the other one."

As Alan pulled his other sock off, Rick thought about the bizarre effect that his feet had on guys like his dad. Half the time, the fags he played with were more into his feet than they were into his dick. It was something he would never understand, and never hoped to. The desire, no the need, to feel subordinate to another man. There were men that Rick respected and deferred to, but there was no one to whom he felt so inferior that he would lick the bottoms of their sweaty feet. And here was his dad, a big strong man, oozing precum as he played with his son's toes.

Whatever the reason for his dad's screwed up desires, getting a foot job felt good. Girls would massage his feet, maybe even suck a toe. But a subordinate guy, a fag like his old man, would make love to his feet. The hard pressure of fingers combined with the soft touch of a tongue would have lulled Rick to sleep if he hadn't been dead set on pumping a load into his dad's ass.

He let Alan have his fun for at least ten minutes. His dad slid his thick tongue in-between each of Rick's toes, licking up the sweat and fluff from his socks. He massaged the sore muscles as he pushed the sole against his face. Rick was moaning with pleasure.

"You're an old pro at this. Another one of the skills you picked up in the army?" Rick asked.

Alan blushed.

"Fuck me." Rick exclaimed. "I thought you guys were fighting for freedom or some shit. It sounds you spent most of your time sucking cock and licking feet."

"It was more than that." Alan said. He pulled away from Rick's foot and sat back on his knees.

Rick knew he'd pushed the wrong button. His dad was proud of having been in the military. He shouldn't have made fun of it, even if Alan's extracurricular activities had been a little unconventional.

"Sorry," Rick said. He pulled his dick out of his shorts, "Will this make it up to you?"

Alan smiled and crawled forward. At ten inches long, with a thick, veiny foreskin covering the head, Rick had the most intimidating dick Alan had ever seen, and, though he was a little embarrassed by it, he'd seen a lot of dick. Lately, he'd been sneaking peeks at it as Rick moved around the house in nylon shorts. The bulge was so obvious most of the time. His son seemed to walk around with a semi, and when you were packing a cock this size, it was noticeable. Alan didn't understand how he'd never noticed it.

As Alan peeled back Rick's skin to expose the shiny purple nob, he caught the scent of his son's dick - not the normal, sweaty smell, but the unique, ripe smell of his boy. He was no stranger to less than perfect hygiene, and he actually liked the sweet and sour smell that came from his son's cock. It wasn't too nasty, and it was just another aspect of his son's intense sexuality.

"I told you you're in charge of keeping me clean now." Rick said.

Alan slipped his lips over his son's dick and started to suck. He ran his tongue along the ridge of his glans and cleaned Rick's nob. Then he plunged lower to slick up the shaft. Finally, he started to suck the head while working the shaft with his hands.

Rick bucked up in pleasure and pulled his dick out of his dad's mouth. "Whoa, pops." It was some of the best oral work he'd ever experienced. "You gotta slow down or I'm not going to be able to fuck you."

Alan grinned and then jumped back onto his son's cock. Rick pulled it away and then belted him across the face with the ten inch monster. Alan reached up and rubbed his reddening cheek.

"That's what you're going for, aren't you? You think you can suck your way out of getting fucked."

"It's just that . . ." Alan mumbled.

"No." Rick said loudly. "You told me when we played racquetball that you wanted this. You said we'd do what I think is right. And I think it's right for you to get fucked for the very first time today. Your teen son is going to take your cherry. So quit thinking that there is a way out. You passed up your way out."

"Ok." Alan whispered.

"Ok what?" Rick shot back.

"Ok, sir."

"Good, now lick my balls while a think about how I'm going to take you."

Alan moved his face back into his son's crotch. The smell of sweat and teen junk was as intoxicating to him as it had been the first time he got a hit of it. He didn't understand how a man could smell so good, but Rick's pheromones were like a drug to him. The taste of his body, salty and wet, augmented the experience. He wanted more. He wanted to lick his way up Rick's body and clean out his pits, but he knew that if he made a move Rick would get mad at him.

Rick leaned back on the bed and let his dad work over his nuts for a few minutes. "Hand off your cock, pops." Rick said. "Trust me, getting fucked will be a lot easier if your nuts are full."

Alan's left hand ended up on Rick's calf, massaging him and pulling at the muscle, while Rick relaxed back into the bed. Contrary to what he told his father, Rick didn't need to think about how he was going to take Alan. He would take him the same way he took every jock pussy he'd ever fucked: face to face. There was something especially awesome about seeing a guy submit in this way for the first time. It started as pain and fear. The first inch of dick would literally feel like it was tearing him in half. From there, he would sometimes see a glimmer of pleasure or a lot more pain depending on how nice Rick decided to be. In the end they all ended up in the same place. They looked up at him with wide eyes, pleading for him to claim their asses. They all needed to get fucked, and when they figured it out, when the cringes turned to expressions of desire and need, that was the moment Rick lived for.

The real question was how rough he would be with his old man while he deflowered him. After losing the racquetball match, Rick wanted to put himself back on top. A few deep punches to the gut and Alan wouldn't have any trouble remembering how this relationship worked. At the same time, he loved his dad, and wanted his first time to be decent. There would be plenty of time to punish fuck him later.

He weighed various options in his head, flipping back and forth. Finally, he thought he'd get Alan's opinion.

"You know, pops, usually when I take a guy for the first time, I use a combination of spit, sweat, and determination, but I'm not sure you could handle it. What do you think? Lube or no lube?"

Alan looked up from his son's groin and tried to focus on the question. Rick's ten inch monster was towering over him. It was literally so close to him that he could feel its heat and see the gentle pulsing of Rick's heart. He didn't know how it was going to fit inside of him, even with lube, but he worried that this was a trick question. Over the last week, Rick had shown a tendency to flip between being genuinely caring to being down right sadistic. He didn't want to give the wrong answer.

"I . . . uh . . . I think we should do what you want to do." Alan said.

"Are you sure?" Rick teased. "Cause what I want to do is fuck. And guys like me, we don't think a lot about what we're fucking while we're going at it. Once I start, you're not going to be able to stop me."

Rick's cock throbbed at the thought. Another reason to skip the lube. His dad would try to fight him off. Then, as his big dick tore his old man open, he'd be able to use all of his strength to hold him down. He'd be exhausted afterward, but it would be worth it.

"I guess I want to enjoy it, at least." Alan said before adding, "Sir."

"Oh, you'll enjoy it either way. Maybe not while it's happening, but I guarantee that you'll be pulling on your little cock tonight thinking about how I mounted you."

Rick grabbed onto his dick and slowly stroked it. His foreskin glided over the dark head and a big bead of precum oozed out of his piss slit. Alan looked on in awe as it ran down the side. How did his little boy turn into this amazing man who literally oozed sexuality?

"How about this; we'll flip for it." Rick turned to his side to grab a coin off of the night stand. His thigh crashed into Alan's face. "Heads we make it easier, tails we do it the hard way. Call it in the air, pops."

The coin was in the air before Alan knew what was happening. He called out heads just before Rick caught it again. Rick peeked at the coin and smiled. Alan felt a surge of dread in his gut.

"Looks like your first ride is going to be a nice one." Rick said. He grabbed a bottle of lube off of his nightstand and tossed it to Alan. Then he stood up in front of his dad. Alan turned and he was confronted directly with Rick's musky crotch. He stared at his son's massive dick and heavy balls.

Rick grabbed his dick at the root and slapped Alan across the face with it, leaving a trail of dick slime. "Fucking lube me up, pops." he said, "And don't be too generous. I still want you to feel it."

Alan pumped some of the lube onto his son's dick. He slowly slathered it over the head and then down onto the shaft. When he added a little bit more, he glanced at Rick to get the ok. Rick moaned loudly as his dad's fingers moved over his cock. Then, he grabbed his dad's shoulders and pushed him backwards onto the bed.

"I want you on your back." he hissed.

Alan jumped onto the bed and laid down. Rick crawled over him. Even though he was terrified about what was going to happen, Alan couldn't help but feel excited.

Rick pulled his dad's legs apart. His cock was rock hard and his balls were drawn up tight to his body. Normally, Rick avoided even looking at a guy's junk, but the sight of his dad's naked body and hard rod turned him on. His dad was hairy, and far more masculine than the guys he'd taken before. Even the hottest high-school jock didn't compare in terms of sheer masculinity. Below his nut sack, his dad's anus pulsed and winked at him. It was surrounded by dark hair, but his hole was pink and clean.

 He pushed the head of his big dick up against Alan's hole. This was his favorite part. His dick head was thick, flooded with blood, and looked massive next to the wrinkled up hole. It seemed impossible that the flesh would stretch to accommodate him, even though he knew that it would.

"You ready?" Rick asked with a wicked grin.

His dad let out a long sigh. "I'm ready."

Rick moved his cock-head along the ring of his dad's asshole. Waiting. He'd wait all day if he had to. It only took about thirty seconds.

"Please, son." Alan whispered.

"Please what, dad?"

"Please put it in me." Alan said, "Fuck me."

"It's going to hurt." Rick said. It always hurts the first time.

"I'm ready." Alan said.

Rick stared straight into his dad's eyes and pushed forward. Pain flashed across Alan's face and a groan escaped his lips. Then, suddenly, his whole body tensed up. Rick knew he was going to try to pull off so he pushed his hands down against his dad's hips. Alan's fingers were wrapped around his forearms and Rick flexed his arms so that his dad could feel his strength.

The head of his dick finally popped inside, and he thrust forward, sliding another inch or two in. His dad yelped and tried to pull away again. Rick held him firm, but let up on his entry.

He waited, the first three inches of his dick buried in his dad's warm ass. He slowly felt the tension leave his dad's torso, though Alan continued to breath heavily. Rick let one of his fingers dance over his dad's abs. As he did, he shifted his weight a little and saw his dad cringe as his cock stabbed him in some new way.

"What do you think, pops?" Rick said.

"It's a lot." Alan said through labored breaths.

"Hardly." Rick said. "You've got a long way to go."

"Next time, please." Alan plead.

"Nah," Rick said. "Giving up your virginity is like tearing off a band-aid. It's better if it happens all at once.

Alan met Rick's gaze and knew what was going to happen. He tried to shout no, but before he could Rick grabbed a pillow and shoved it over his face. He held it there tight and then pushed his hips forward. Inch by inch he slid into his dad. While he did, his old man's fingers grabbed onto his arms and chest, dug into his flesh, and scratched his skin. Little did Alan know that fighting had the opposite effect than he wanted it to. It made Rick harder, and made him want to fuck even more.

As he slid in deeper, his dad's spasming body felt like a thousand hands working his cock. He loved how his dad grasped onto his forearms. His pops had an iron grip, and Rick would have bruises to prove his conquest tomorrow morning. Even still, Alan wasn't strong enough to fight him off. Rick, being on top, had the advantage.

"Almost there, pops." Rick said as he pulled away the pillow.

Alan looked terrified. Pain flashed across his face and his eyes were filled with tears.

"You're going to be ok." Rick said, "Really, Dad. It always goes like this the first time."

Rick bent forward. His cock pushed in even deeper and his dad winced. Then he pushed his mouth against his dad's. Rick had never kissed a guy before, never even considered it. With his dad, though, some desire to make this go easier took over. He was shocked by how well his dad kissed him back. Their lips stayed locked for at least thirty seconds before Rick pulled away. The look of pain had left Alan's face, and Rick was flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"Sorry dad," he whispered as he thrust the final two inches in.

Alan yelled out and tried to pull away. Rick held him tight and waited for the pain to subside. His dad was breathing heavily and had his eyes closed. Rick rubbed his stomach.

"You've got it all in you. All of the dick that you created." He pushed hard on the bottom of his dad's stomach. "You feel it in there, pops? You feel your stud son taking your cherry?"

"Yes," Alan moaned.

"Tell me," Rick ordered, "Tell me how it feels."

Alan didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "Good, It feels good son."

"You're a real bitch now, dad, and I'm your stud."

"Yes"

"You've waited too long. Have you been hungry for dick all of these years, just waiting for your chance to be a whore again?"

"Yes." Alan said. He opened his eyes and looked straight at his son.

"I'm going to make sure you get all the cock you need, dad. From now on, I'm going to take care of you."

"Please . . ." Alan began.

"But you've got to take care of me to." Rick said.

He pulled his cock out. When he looked down, he saw his dad's red, stretched-out asshole cling to his shaft. He grabbed onto his dad under his knees and held his legs up. There was no easy way to do this. At least not for Alan.

"I'm going to get my nut now, pops." Rick said, "Try to enjoy it."

He shoved back into his dad. Rick had never been one for slow and gentle loving. It was one of the reasons why he liked fucking men so much. Girls claimed that they wanted to be fucked hard, but they almost always told him to stop. He pounded his dad's ass, slamming his hard body and hips into his ass cheeks. Alan winced and turned his head to the side, but he didn't try to fight. Rick kept it up and didn't slow down. He could feel the friction building on his cock and thought about adding some more lube, but he decided against it.

It only took him two minutes to get to the edge.

"Fuck, dad, I'm going to cum in your ass." Rick said.

Alan looked up at him but didn't say anything. Rick slapped him across the cheeks. "Fucking beg me for it pops. Tell me how much you want it."

"Fuck, son," Alan wheezed as Rick's rod plunged deep into his body, "Please give me your cum."

"You want it?" Rick said. He grabbed his dad's face by the chin and spit down into his mouth.

"Fill me with your seed. Fucking breed my ass." Alan said.

"You're my bitch now pops. This pussy is mine."

"Fuck yes."

"Tell me what you are, pops. Tell me."

"I'm your bitch, son. Your fag bitch. And you're my stud."

"That's right."

Rick's hands were wrapped around Alan's neck now. He didn't realize that he was choking his dad until he saw his face go red. He loosened up his grip, as sweat dripped off the tip of his nose onto his dad's chest. The room stunk like sweat and man-sex.

"Here it comes, fag." Rick said with a half smile.

Alan thought that Rick was all the way inside of him, but when Rick plunged in to deliver his nut, he realized that he was wrong. His son's thick dick head punched him in the guts, and his asshole was ripped open when Rick's cock flared and swelled. Rick's fingers dug into his shoulders. He slammed into him two or three more times before Alan felt the hot wetness spread out deep inside of him.

Rick moaned and grunted. Alan couldn't believe the volume of seed his boy was delivering. It felt like he had shoved a firehouse up his ass. Rick's orgasm lasted at least a minute, as he huffed and puffed and punched away at Alan's raw asshole.

When he was finished, he smiled broadly and laughed a little. "Fuck." he called out. "You are one hell of a good lay, dad."

Rick pulled his cock out of Alan's ass, and it smacked straight up against his abs. He grabbed Alan's shirt off the floor and wiped the sweat off of his chest. He tossed it over to Alan.

"Clean yourself up pops,"

Alan looked at Rick quizzically, and then Rick pointed at his torso. Cum had pulled in the ridges of his abs. He'd shot his load while he was getting fucked and didn't even notice it.

"You came like a chick, dad. I fucked the cum right out of you."

Alan blushed again.

"One last lesson for the day," Rick said, "You gotta clean my dick."

Alan sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed for the t-shirt. Rick grabbed him by the top of the head and pulled his hair, "Really, fag?" he laughed as he shoved his dad's face into his crotch.

Alan licked every inch of his son's dick. He could taste the cum on it and his own juices. He licked Rick's balls and then under them. He didn't let up until Rick pulled his face away.

"Alright, you better get dressed. Mom's going to be home soon." Rick said.

Alan stood up and walked out of the room. As he did, Rick slapped his ass hard. Rick sat down at his desk and started to imagine what he would do next with the old man. A million ideas ran through his head, but he kept coming back to the same one: his dad's dick sucking skills were too good to keep to himself.

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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