Dad's Proper Place, Part 6

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 6
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Rick kept his dad well fed with a steady diet of cock. He sucked off Rick whenever they were able to sneak away from his mom and brother. A couple of times a week Lou came over after school. Sometimes they pounded his dad together. Other times Rick would work on his homework while he listened to Lou thumping away upstairs. Wrenn got a regular place in the rotation as well. Rick was doing a solid job of keeping his dad's desires satisfied.

That was why he was disappointed to find his favorite t-shirt missing from his bedroom floor on a Thursday afternoon. Rick walked to his parent's bathroom. He found the shirt on the floor. There wasn't any cum on it, but Rick knew why it was there.

It didn't make sense to him. Alan was getting the real thing damn near every day, but he still felt the need to sneak into Rick's room, like some kind of sexual deviant, and steal his clothes. Rick picked up the shirt and sniffed it. It smelled like his body. He didn't understand his dad's fascination.

He didn't really care. If Alan wanted his ripe body. He would give it to him.

Alan had set aside the following Saturday to do yard work with his sons while there mom was gone. Rick woke up, and got dressed quickly, pulling on a jockstrap, a pair of cargo shorts and a tight white a-shirt. He skipped the deodorant so that his dad would have something to lust over.

He checked himself out in the mirror. He'd been cutting weight for a month now and his arms and chest were looking ridiculously good. He was positive that he would be absolutely ripped by summer. The shirt hugged his midsection, showing off the ridges of his abs. He knew his dad would be drooling when he saw him. 

When Rick went outside, Alan was already working. "Hey pops," Rick called out.

"Hey," Alan said back. He looked up and saw Rick. "Really?" he asked.

"What? I thought you liked looking at me."

Alan looked down at himself. He wore basketball shorts with no underwear. It hadn't occurred to him that the shorts could cause problems. "I need to go change." Alan said.

"If you change out of those shorts, you'll pay for it." Rick said with a grin.

"Rick, Scott's going to help."

"Well, you'll just have to try to think pure thoughts."

Alan sighed loudly. His shirt wasn't long enough to cover his crotch, and if he sprung wood, it would be noticeable. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten a boner in front of the kids, but he knew that Rick would use it to humiliate him in front of Scott.

They worked in the yard for a solid hour, clearing away dead plants and turning the soil. Rick's underarms were soon dripping with sweat, and the white fabric was dark and damp. Alan's eyes kept drifting in that direction. Rick's shoulders were cannon-balls, big and round. His biceps flexed as he wielded the shovel, the muscles along the side of his torso rippled. A tuft of pit hair showed too. Every few minutes Alan had to turn away to get control of himself.

He was more surprised by his younger son. Scott had followed Rick's lead and wore a wife-beater as well. When it got dirty, he looked up at the sun and pulled it off.

Alan hadn't seen Scott's body since the previous summer. His fifteen year old son was growing up fast. He'd taken up wrestling in high school, and his body had changed. He was shorter than Rick, with a wider build. The training had shaped his body, leaving him with a broad v-shape with almost no fat. He was wiry and ripped. Dark hair poked out from under his arms and the beginnings of a treasure trail rose above his shorts.

"Whoa, Scotty." Rick exclaimed. "When did you get ripped? Seriously, bro."

Rick pulled off his shirt as well. "See pops, this is what I'm going to look like when I finish my cut."

Rick stood next to Scott. He was a few inches taller and had 30 pounds more muscle on his frame, but Scott's abs rippled and his obliques popped with every twist.

Rick shook Scott by the shoulders. "Dude, show me some of your wrestling moves."

For the next ten minutes, the boys played around on the lawn. Alan stood near them, his mouth agape, and thought impure thoughts about his teen sons. There arms were all over each other, and their muscles bulged. It was hard to believe that they were his kids. Now here they were, two amazingly good looking men. He felt an odd mix of fatherly pride and total lust.

It didn't help that Rick was maneuvering things so that he got a glimpse of the goods. Asses were thrust out in front of him, and armpits were bared. Alan called it off when Rick seized Scott and flipped him over onto his back. He wrapped his legs around his younger brother's thighs and pulled them back tight. Scott's bulge, covered by his cotton shorts, strained against the fabric. Clearly, he was hung like Rick. Alan could make out the line of his cock and the round lumps of his testicles. It was all he could do to keep himself from jumping Scott's bones.

"Alright, back to work." Alan called out as he adjusted his boner.

He tried to work with his back to Scott, but Rick wouldn't allow it. "Turn around and go dig with Scott," Rick whispered, "Or else."

Rick's harsh tone made Alan harder, but he resisted. "Rick, not with him." Alan said, trying to sound like a father and not like a sex slave.

"Do it." Rick said again.

Alan walked away. It was a bad choice. If he'd pleaded with Rick, there would have been some hope for a resolution. But the half-assed attempt to seize power infuriated his dominant son.

Rick came up behind him, wrapped his arms around his old man, and threw him down onto the grass. He pretended to be wrestling with him, and Scott came to watch.

"C'mon dad," Scott said, "You can pin him."

"Yeah, c'mon dad." Rick mocked. "Show me what you've got."

Rick loosened up a little and let Alan move around. When he sensed an opportunity to make his move, he pinned Alan to the grass and pressed his crotch right into his face. Alan's nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of his son's junk. He tried to take his mind to a different place, but it was impossible. Rick's body was all over him, and his dick was pressed against his jaw. There was only one place for his mind to go.

Rick let up, and Alan flipped back onto his knees. They grappled for a few minutes and then Rick threw Alan into a reverse headlock. Alan's neck slipped against Rick's sweaty torso, and Rick looked into his eyes. He saw Alan turn in toward his pit and take a breath.

 Rick looked down and whispered, "You like that?"

Alan twisted and tried to break free. Rick held him tighter and did what he could to turn his dad's face further into his pit. Alan's legs were open and his hard cock was visible. Scott noticed, and his eyes darted between his dad's crotch and his face.

"Please." Alan whispered.

"Please what. Let you go?" Rick said loudly.

"Please." Alan whispered again. His eyes went wide, pleading with Rick. It took half a second for Rick to understand. The old man was going to blow his load. Rick smiled and let him go. "You owe me." he said softly.

Alan dusted the grass off of his pants and tried to hide his erection. It didn't take long for Scott to say something, "What you got there dad?" 

Alan blushed and turned away. "It happens some times," he said.

"When you're wrestling with guys?" Scott joked.

Rick watched, proud of the way his little brother was making fun of their dad. Scott had potential. With the right mentor, he could turn into a serious alpha male like his older brother.

"Scott, I've seen your morning wood more times than I can count, so cool it." Alan said.

Scott went quiet. Rick was going to egg him on, but decided against it. His dad was clearly nervous around Scott. He didn't want Rick to push things too far with his youngest son. As an act of mercy, Rick let it drop.

He walked to Alan and whispered, "When we're done, you come to my room, ok? I want you to show me why you got a boner."

"Ok," Alan said.

Rick wrapped his arm around Alan's neck again and put pressure on his body, threatening to take him down to the ground. "Do we have to do this again?"

"Ok, sir." Alan wheezed.

Rick released him and went back to turning over the soil in his mom's flower-beds. He worked hard in the sun for the next two hours. After a while, he could smell his body odor. He stunk, just like he'd hoped, and his own smell was mixed with the smell of dirt and grass. His dad wasn't going to be able to resist him.

At 3, Scott left to hang out with some friends. As soon as his bike cleared the driveway, Rick threw down his shovel. Alan looked at him, and for a minute it seemed like he was going to ask Rick to start working again. Rick grabbed his crotch and pulled on the fabric. "Time for you to go to work, pops." Rick said as he turned toward the house.

Rick grabbed a beer from the kitchen and walked to his bedroom. He flipped on the TV and laid down on the bed. Alan walked in a few minutes later.

"I really don't like you drinking beer, son." Alan said.

"I don't like that my dad's a cock-sucking fag." Rick replied, "But I'm willing to look the other way and make the best of things."

He shotgunned the beer and tossed the can into the garbage. Then he spread out his arms across the pillows. His armpit hair was wet and slimy. He could smell his own body as the cool air blew across his skin.

"Go get me another beer, fag." Rick said.

"Rick . . ."

"If I have to get my own beer, I'm going to drink it in the shower. Then I'm going to come back in here and fuck your throat. Or, you can get me a beer, and come back in here and give me a tongue bath. Then I'm going to fuck your throat."

Alan paused and then turned toward the door. Just before he went down the stairs Rick called out, "Better grab two, I'm thirsty."

When Alan returned he handed one beer to Rick and put the other one on the nightstand. Despite the fact that he looked upset, there was a tent in his shorts.

"Why are my clothes in your bathroom, pops?" Rick asked.

"Rick, I . . . uh . . "

"I've got two guys feeding you dick, and I'm working you over at least once a day. What the fuck, that's not enough for you?"

Alan stared at the floor. "I don't know. I just saw it in here, and took it. I wasn't thinking."

"You fucking fags are all the same. You think with your dicks. If I wasn't worried what Mom would say, I would lock your dick up for good. As it stands, if you like smelling my body, you're in for a real treat. Get over here and start cleaning me up."

Alan stepped toward Rick, and Rick stopped him. "Take off your clothes first."

Alan stripped down quickly. He kicked his pants into a pile near Rick's closet and tossed his shirt on the floor. Then he approached his teenage son with his mouth watering. He'd been getting whiff's of Rick's scent all afternoon. Not just when Rick had him in the headlock, but every time the wind hit his son right. He wasn't sure why it turned him on so much. Maybe because it reminded him that Rick was a man; a hot, young, sweaty man.

He climbed onto the bed. Rick's muscles were swollen with exertion. The vein on the top of his bicep throbbed and popped out again as it crossed his shoulder. The thick muscles framed his deep pits and a little tuft of light brown hair peeked out. Alan bent over and kissed Rick's abs, licking up a little bit of the salty sweat while looking up at Rick.

"Wrong." Rick said loudly.

He grabbed Alan by the hair and yanked him up his body. Alan winced as his hair was pulled. Rick shoved his dad's face into his pit and held it there.

"This is what you want. Don't pretend that you don't." he sneered.

Alan ran his tongue through Rick's pit. His body was ripe, and the smell was almost too much for him. He kissed the skin a little and took the occasionally breath in from his mouth. He swore he could taste his son's body when he breathed.

"This isn't a fucking love fest." Rick said. "I want you to go at it."

Alan started to lick more, and Rick put his palm on the back of his head, pushing it into his pit.

"Is this what you were hoping for when you nabbed my shirt? Is this what you wanted?" Alan didn't say anything, "Fucking answer me fag." Rick yelled as he slapped his dad's ass as hard as he could.

"Yes," Alan said before pushing his head against Rick's skin and licking as fast as he could.

"Not good enough," Rick said. He jumped up and pushed Alan onto his back. Then he slammed his body down on top of him, planting his left armpit against his mouth. He pushed down as hard as he could, rubbing the sweaty, stinky armpit up and down his dad's face. He wanted Alan to smell his funk for the rest of the night. No amount of showering would get rid of it. The more he pressed down, the more he got off on what he was doing. He put the whole of his weight down against Alan's head and held it there.

It took about thirty seconds, but soon Alan was pounding on the bed with his free hand. Rick waited until the pounding became frantic and then pulled away. Alan gasped for breath. His face was red and slimy with sweat. A rogue hair from Rick's pit was stuck to his cheek.

"Too much." Alan said while panting.

Rick reached down and slapped Alan's hard cock hard. His dad curled up on the bed in pain. "Don't pretend like you don't like it. You're hard as a rock."

Alan rolled onto his side, facing away from Rick.

"Come on, you've still got to do the other one. Turn onto your back."

Alan hesitated. It was hard to take it when he knew that his son was going to suffocate him. He slowly turned onto his back. When he looked up into Rick's eyes, he didn't see any pity. Rick just smiled before throwing his other ripe pit down over his dad's face. Again, he rubbed the wet skin across his face and hair before pushing down and trying to choke him out. Alan was just beginning to black out when Rick pulled away.

Rick grabbed his chin and came in close. "Good boy," he said. Then he pulled up a loogie and tapped the side of Alan's mouth. Alan obediently opened up, and Rick spit. "You fucking marked with my funk pops. You're mine."

Hearing Rick say that was enough to cause a wave of pleasure to shoot through Alan's body. His dick bounced up and poked out from his body. Seeing it, Rick wound up and slapped his dad's cock. Again, Alan rolled over onto his side. This time, Rick laughed out loud.

"One of these days I'm going to beat your ass just for fun." he said.

With the way Rick was acting, with two and a half beers in him, Alan worried that today might end up being that day.

Rick jumped off the bed and kicked off his shorts. He stood  tall, wearing nothing but his white Bike jock-strap. The pouch was filled with his ample cock and big balls. His Adonis belt dropped down and perfectly framed the package. He stood next to the bed and squared off.

"Come here," he said to his dad.

Alan slid onto his knees. He knew better than to stand in front of his son when he was in this kind of  a mood. He crawled toward his boy. Rick's legs were like thick, hairy tree trunks. When Alan looked up, the stretched elastic pouch above him seemed huge. Rick spread his legs a little and pulled the bulge to the side.

"Lick me," he said pointing to the crease between his leg and his groin.

Alan moved in and ran his tongue along the skin. The heat of Rick's body and the smell of sex, dirt, and sweat overwhelmed him. A day of work outside left Ricks' body smelling of the lawn and the garden. Beneath those earthy odors, Alan smelled the body of his teenage son. He didn't quite smell like a man yet, at least not like the men Alan was used to, but he certainly didn't smell like a boy.

He ran his tongue along the edge of the pouch of Ricks' jock, breathing in deeply through his nose. His son's cock was getting hard, and the ridge of his glans was clearly visible through the elastic fabric. He licked along the pouch to Rick's taint and sucked the skin there. The whole time, as he gave his boy a tongue bath, Rick stood firm with his legs spread open. He didn't say anything in response.

Finally, he broke the silence, "Do you want my cock, dad?"

Alan looked up into his son's eyes and said, "Yes sir."

"What do you want me to do with it?"

This was a game they had played many times before. If Alan said something too easy, Rick would go nuts and either fuck him senseless or pack it up and send Alan away. If he said something more sadistic than what Rick was considering, there was a chance that he would get it. The game was to try to guess what Rick really wanted.

"I want you to uh . . ."

Alan knew the right answer. Rick had already told him what was going to happen. He didn't want to do it, but he knew he had to.

"What do you want me to do with my cock, pops?" Rick asked with big smile on his face.

"Fuck my throat." Alan said as he turned to look at the floor.

"Exactly." Rick said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here. Your dick is pretty hard. I bet you want to get off."

Alan wanted to get off eventually, but not before Rick was done. It was a lot harder to enjoy himself after he came.

"C'mon, play with yourself." Rick said.

Alan grabbed his dick. The head was red and shiny with precum. He was as hard as he'd ever been. Before his times with Rick,  he hadn't had an erection like this for twenty years. Now they were a daily occurrence.

"Nice." Rick said, "You got a nice cock, dad. Too bad you're too much of a fag to actually put it to good use. Start jerking."

Alan dutifully stroked his cock. He moved quickly, knowing that not giving it his fullest effort would get him in trouble with his son. Within a minute, he was breathing heavily and was close to cumming. Rick noticed.

"Cum on my jock, fag. You get a little treat before I rough you up."

Rick opened his legs. Alan gazed at his son's perfect body - from his well-developed chest down his firm stomach to the massive bulge between his legs. A little tuft of pubic hair poked out at the top and that was enough to drive Alan over the edge. He aimed his cock at his son's package and let lose.

Rick, not one to miss a moment, grabbed onto Alan's nipples and twisted hard. Alan yelped loudly in pain, and experienced the strangest orgasm of his life. His chest was on fire, but his dick was hard and sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. The shots of cum landed on the pouch of Rick's jock, wetting the fabric, and soon Alan was panting in pleasure and pain.

"Clean it up," Rick ordered.

This was the treat before the real show. Alan took the amorphous lump of flesh into his mouth and started to suck. Of course, most of what he tasted was his cum, but he also tasted his son's salty dick sweat. He worked over the pouch from top to bottom, fully aware that whatever came next was worth the opportunity to worship his son's junk. He chewed on the pouch, breathing in his son's pheromones and musk.

Soon Rick stood up and stepped behind Alan. He pulled his jockstrap off and threw it into the corner of the room. Alan watched it land, and couldn't help but think it deserved to be treated better than that. Rick's cock stood straight up against his stomach, with a steely hardness that only a seventeen year old could muster.

"Get up on the bed." he muttered.

Alan got on the bed and lay down on his back. He had no question about what was going to happen.

Rick stepped closer and soon his cock was hanging over Alan's eyes, "No teeth." he said as he pushed his cock head in front of Alan's mouth. Alan opened his mouth and took a deep breath, well aware that he wouldn't be breathing regularly for the next five minutes. Rick rubbed the side of his neck. He heard the sound of his  unshaven face bristling as his son's fingers moved over it.

"Beg for it." Rick said softly.

"Please, Rick." Alan said, "Please fuck my throat, sir."

Rick jabbed his cock forward and into his dad's mouth. He let Alan get used to having it in his mouth before he eased forward and pushed at the back of his throat. Alan opened up, which was a skill he'd developed over the last month. Rick's cock slid into him, and Rick watched as his old man's throat swelled to accommodate it. He could literally see the bulge of his nob moving down his neck.

"That's so fucking hot." Rick groaned. His dick was on fire, and he was leaking a gallon of pre-cum into his dad's gut.

Alan loved it when he sucked Rick off this way – when his son's big balls hung over his face. As long as Rick was gentle, opening up his throat wasn't too much of an issue. Rick got off, and Alan got a face full of scrotum. It was a win-win.

The gentleness didn't last long. Rick sighed loudly and then began to slowly slide in and out of his dad's mouth. He leaned forward and put his hands on Alan's chest as he started to thrust. Alan took it for the first three or four thrusts, but then coughed and gagged. He spit Rick's cock out.

"Oh, c'mon, dad." Rick said, "You can do way better than that."

Rick pushed back into Alan's mouth and started to fuck away again. Again, after three or four thrusts Alan needed a break, but this time, Rick held firm. He pushed his hips forward and held Alan's body down against the bed so that he couldn't get away. Rick gave a few more short jabs before pulling out.

Spit ran down Alan's face over his cheeks and eyes. The taste of his son's cock and the smell of his body had Alan's mouth watering hard. The spit combined with his throat slime and left him slimy and wet. He breathed hard.

"Again." Rick said before promptly shoving back into Alan's mouth. This time Alan did a better job taking the ten inch monster. It sailed smoothly in and out of his mouth, and Rick groaned in pleasure.

"That's the way." Rick said as he eased off so that Alan could take a breath. He shoved back in and picked up the pace, thrusting faster than before. Alan was able to keep it up for about thirty seconds.

Rick pulled out and jacked his slimy cock right over Alan's face. The thick foreskin slid back and forth over his purple glans and veins bulged out along the sides. Drops of spit and precum dripped off of Rick's hand and onto his face. His son started to stroke faster, getting ready to blow his load. Alan opened up his mouth, hoping to catch it. He watched Rick's body tense up - his pecs pulled up and his biceps hardened. His thick forearms bulged with veins and corded muscle.

Rick sighed loudly and then pushed back into Alan's mouth. Alan quickly opened his throat for his son and took the hard cock into his gullet. Rick groaned loudly and humped his dad's face. He buried his cock in Alan's mouth until his balls were against his nose and Alan's chin was in his pubes. Then he let go.

Alan felt the cock swell, and shuddered a little with disappointment as he realized that he wasn't going to taste his son's load. This was Rick's favorite method of delivery - fast and deep. Alan would maybe get a drop when Rick pulled out.

Rick groaned loudly and rolled off of his dad. His cock slid out of Alan's mouth and slapped onto his abs as he flipped onto his back. Rick turned so that his head was on his pillow and then he kicked Alan off of the bed.

"I'm taking a nap." he said. Then he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the half-empty can of beer. He quickly chugged it and then threw the can at Alan. "Thanks dad."

Alan picked up the empty can and walked out of the room.

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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