Dad's Proper Place, Part 9

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 9
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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After Scotty fucked his dad, Rick expected things to stay the way they were. He didn't anticipate that adding Scott to the mix would fuck up the good thing that he had going. For the first week, Alan put out just as good as he always had, but then he got lazy. Soon he was finding ways to avoid Rick and his friends altogether. Rick let him pull away. His dad had to realize what he was missing before Rick could remind him of what he needed.

Scott was completely undemanding and almost caring as he used Alan to get off. He wanted to get blown, but that was it. He didn't have much of a sadistic streak, and he'd shown no inclination to fuck with Alan's life. It was usually just a quick blow-job after school, and Scott hadn't tried to fuck him again. Alan felt like he was finally getting some time to process everything.

Things finally came to a head on a Wednesday when Rick had asked Alan to meet him and Lou at the park for a little bit of fun. Alan hadn't shown up.

Rick resisted the urge to speed home, pull his dad by the hair into his bedroom, and beat him senseless. Instead he looked at Lou and frowned. It was time for some reeducation.

When he got home he couldn't find his dad until he walked out of Scott's room about ten minutes later. Rick went down to the kitchen and said to him flatly. "You and I are going fishing next weekend. Clear your schedule."



"Where?" Alan asked.

"Lou's parents have a cabin." Rick left before Alan could ask any more questions.

A week later Alan waited by the car, which he had been forced to pack alone, with little idea of where they were going. He wasn't too keen on taking the trip, but didn't want to risk a confrontation with his temperamental son. Plus, a part of him missed spending time alone with Rick. The real question was whether he'd be spending the night with the sadistic version of his son or the gentle version. Given that he'd been ignoring Rick for the last few weeks, he guessed he would get a taste of the sadistic version.

Alan walked to the driver side of his truck and opened the door. Rick slid up behind him and jumped into the cab. He grabbed the keys from Alan's hand. Alan started to complain but Rick interrupted him, "Listen up fag. If I didn't want you to suck my dick while I'm driving, I'd make you ride in the back."

Alan looked down at his shoes. It was going to be sadistic Rick. Even so, his dick was hard at the thought of spending a night with him.

"You gonna get into the fucking truck or what?" Rick snapped as he turned over the ignition.

They had barely gotten on the highway when Rick confronted Alan about the missed meeting with Lou. "You know, pops, Lou and I were counting on you to give us head the other day. We've got a lot of pent up energy, and we need that release."

"I got caught up . . ."

"Sucking off Scotty? You’ve been doing a lot of that lately. What? Am I too old for you? You’re not a pedo too, are you fag?"

"Jesus, Rick." Alan groaned.

"I'm serious. What does he have that I don't?"

"He's nice to me for one."

"Really? Does he hold your faggy hand while you suck his dick?"

Alan blushed. He should have known better than to engage Rick in this kind of conversation. He should have let Rick blow off steam and then done what he asked.

"Is that what you want? Cause you could just get yourself a boyfriend and be done with it. The truth is, you wouldn't be happy with one. You crave someone to take control and really give it to you. I've seen it in your eyes too many times. Why have you really been spending so much time with Scotty dad? Think long and hard."

Alan thought about it, trying to get into Rick's head anticipate what his son expected to hear. He knew that Rick was right. The sex with Scott was only exciting because it was transgressive. Scott was his son, and that made it wrong. But the rest was pretty boring. Once he got used to Scott's hot body, it was basically just a blow and go after school. As he considered his motives for skipping out on Lou and Rick that weekend, a thought occurred to him and he knew it was what Rick was looking for.

"I wanted you to get mad at me." Alan said softy.

"That's right." Rick said. "I've been going soft on you, and you wanted to piss me off. Well, guess what, I'm good and pissed."

Rick slammed a can of Redbull that he'd brought with and burped loudly.

"Speaking of piss." he said, "I've got to take a leak."

Alan waited for a minute, thinking that Rick was going to pull the truck over. Rick drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I"m waiting." he growled.

Alan sprung to action, releasing his seat belt and moving across the cab. Rick slid back in the seat and popped the steering wheel up a bit. Alan grabbed onto his jeans and opened them up. They were tight, and it took him a minute to fish Rick's cock out.

His dick was soft, and the foreskin was puckered over the head. Almost instinctively, Alan held onto the shaft and gently eased the skin back. The head was covered with white flecks and it smelled fruity and ripe. Alan pulled back.

Rick's hand was on top of Alan's head in a flash. "I told you that you were in charge of cleaning my dick from now on. It's not my fault you wanted to play with my little brother." Rick said. "Get your mouth on my cock, now. I've gotta piss something fierce."

Alan slid Rick's hood back over the glans. He'd deal with Rick's cock slime later. He slipped his son's cock into his mouth and felt it stiffen a little. Rick's body relaxed.

"If you spill one drop, I'm going to tan your hide." A moment after he uttered the words, Rick let loose. Alan's mouth filled with bitter piss, and he started to suck and swallow. The image of a baby nursing on a bottle came into his mind. He kept drinking, trying to ignore the taste of Rick's piss. The supply seemed to be endless. Since he was a kid, Rick had been like a camel, able to go a whole afternoon without taking a piss. Now that thick, masculine stream was boring a hole in the top of Alan's mouth, filling his stomach with his son's urine.

Finally Rick finished. He reached down and pushed his dad away from his cock before tucking it back into his pants.

"Impressive." he said, "Now take off your clothes."

"Why?"

Rick reached across the cab and belted his dad across the face. It was the first time he'd hit him out of anger, and he was a little shocked that he had it in him. "Why are you making me fucking do this to you?” He yelled, “Just listen to me, ok. Just do what I fucking say, and I won't have to pound on you."

Rick's face turned red with anger. He'd worked hard to make his dad obedient and pliable. It didn't seem right that all that could go away in one fucking week. His dad had practically reverted to stage one.

Alan looked ashamed, and he stripped off his clothes silently. As he pulled down his pants his hard dick slapped against his stomach. His hairy abs looked deeper and more defined than they had in the past. Rick noticed that his dad's body was generally improved. His biceps were well defined and his chest looked solid.

"You been working out?" Rick asked.

"Yeah." Alan said, a glow of confidence returned to his face.

Rick didn't reply. He smiled for a minute and then exited the highway. He didn't really need gas, but felt like it would be prudent to top off the tank. He pulled his dad's wallet out of his jeans and tossed it to him as they pulled into a gas station. "Fill it up, pops."

"No way, Rick." Alan said.

Rick lifted his hand as if he was going to smack Alan and then dropped it back down. "You're soft now." he said calmly, "You want me to get you hard first? Just jump out and get it going, then jump back in the car."

Alan's face burned red. He opened the door quickly and slipped his card into the reader. As fast as he could he put the nozzle in and entered his pin. Just as he turned to get back into the car he heard the locks thud down. He groaned and pressed his forehead against the window. Rick was inside laughing his ass off, as Alan tried to cover his junk. Five gallons later, he let Alan back into the car.

"Not so hard, was it pops?"

"I uh . . ."

"Whoa," Rick shouted. "You're fucking leaking all over. You liked that."

Alan let out a long breath. "That was insane."

"See, I'm not all bad." Rick said, "Now get your mouth on my cock. We've got fifty miles to go. I want to feel good, but not cum. Got it?"

"Yes." Alan said, excited to a taste of his son's dick.

When he opened up Rick's pants he was a little disappointed. Rick was still soft, but Alan could smell his cock and remembered that it wasn't exactly clean. He pulled back the foreskin and noticed the white pieces. They were now a little slimy from Rick's piss.

"Forgot about that didn't you? Well, at least you only have to do it once." Rick said. "I'd recommend just getting it over with."

Alan sucked Rick's dick into his mouth and started to lick under his skin. He pulled back the hood and ran his tongue under the ridge of his glans. It was sour and just a little repulsive. He coughed as he licked and tried to finish as quickly as possible.

"It's only been six days, pops, because a chick wanted to blow me." Rick said, "Just imagine how bad it would have been if I'd said no to her." Rick dug his fingers into Alan's neck. "Next time I'm not going to be so forgiving."

Rick had a hard time staying on the road as the tip of his dad's tongue snaked around the ridges of his cock. It was invasive and almost painful, but knowing what his dad was doing made it worthwhile. His dick started to grow, and he had to reach down to adjust himself. He ignored his dad, pushing his face out of the way, before shoving the shaft of his cock down the leg of his shorts.

"That felt nice," Rick said, "Now start jerking yourself off."

Alan stroked his dick as Rick cruised down the highway. He was already close to cumming, and it didn't take long before the muscles in his stomach rippled as he approached his orgasm.

"Red light." Rick yelled. "Take your hand off your dick."

Alan pulled away, but his stomach kept pulsing. It took all of his energy to keep his hand away from his cock. He looked at Rick eagerly, anticipating that he would soon allow him to start jerking off again. Instead Rick pulled him back onto his dick. Then he had him jerk off again, and then he made him stop. They did this for nearly 45 minutes until Rick told Alan to put his clothes back on.

For the last few miles, Rick talked to Alan about college. Alan admired Rick's ability to sexualize ordinary situations and to make sexual situations ordinary again. It contributed to his air of romanticism. When he came up behind Alan while he was cooking and breathed heavily on his back, whispering to his dad to squeeze his dick, it felt like a come on. Everyone wants sex when they're naked in bed. It takes a special kind of skill to make them want it when they're doing the dishes. And then, just as quickly, Rick could defuse the tension.

They arrived at the cabin. It was a rustic A-frame, with electricity but no running water. There was a master bedroom on the ground floor and a loft above. Rick had given Alan a list of food to buy, and two coolers were packed in the back of the truck.

Rick flopped down on a couch and waited for Alan to unload their stuff. He didn't even have to ask, which impressed him. His dad wasn't as far gone as he thought. Once he put the screws to him, Alan slipped back into submissive mode without so much as a complaint.

When everything was in the cabin, Rick called Alan into the living room. "Go get me a beer from the blue cooler." he said, "And there's an envelope in there. Grab that too."

When Alan came back, Rick opened the beer and took a long draw from it. Then he opened up the envelope. "Lou was really bummed out that he couldn’t be here, so he sent you this." Rick pulled out a knotted up condom, with a massive amount of cum swelling the tip.

"There's, like, a ton of loads in here. He hid it in the back of the freezer while he filled it up." Rick walked over to Alan. "Now strip down and get on your knees."

As Alan pulled off his clothes, Rick dug through his bag and pulled out a jockstrap. He'd worn it all week in anticipation of the events. Rick understood, better than most men, the need to really get into the head of his fag. If Alan was pulling away, Rick needed to pull him back in on all levels. A musky jockstrap was the best fag-bait that existed. Put one of these on and cock-suckers crawled out of the wood work. Rick also pulled out a new jock and tossed it to Alan, telling him to put it on.

"I realized something the other day, pops." Rick said, "I was letting some fag at school suck my cock, and I wasn't getting much out of it. Then it occurred to me. Part of what makes fucking you so much fun is that you look like a real man on the outside. Big, beefy dude like you shouldn't be drinking his son's cum, but here you are, on your knees, drooling over my body. It's so fucked up it makes me hard."

When Alan was in the jock-strap, Rick propped his phone up against the dresser and started to record. He stood behind Alan and untied the condom. Then he told Alan to look up.

"Tell Lou how much you want his cum, fag." Rick said.

Alan looked into the lens of Rick's phone. "I can't wait for your cum, Lou."

"And . . ."

"And I'm sorry I haven't been blowing you. I fucked up."

"Yeah you did," Rick said as he tipped the condom forward. The thin cum splashed onto Alan's forehead and ran down his face. He immediately turned upward and opened his mouth, eager to catch the stream.

"That's right, fag." Rick said as he drizzled semen on his dad's face. "Lick it up."

Rick poured the cum into his hair, down his chest, and into his mouth. By the time he emptied the rubber, his dad's face was covered with Lou's nut, and Alan was using his fingers to scoop up what he'd missed. He licked his fingers like a total slut, slurping up the days old cum.

"You forgot how much you needed me, didn't you, fag?" Rick said. "You think Scott is ever going to do this for you? You think Scott would have a friend save up cum for a week? You think Scotty would wear a ripe jock for you?"

Alan looked down at the floor, ashamed of his past behavior.

"Answer me fag."

"I'm sorry, son." Alan blubbered. "I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. I won't forget again."

"You can suck Scott off, but you remember who owns your ass. Got it?"

"Yes." Alan whined.

Rick turned off his phone and then walked back toward Alan. He pressed the musky pouch of his jock into his dad's face. He could feel the heat of Alan's labored breathing on his balls.

"As punishment, you don't get this tonight. Tomorrow I'll fuck you silly, but tonight you're going to think about what you've done."

Rick glanced at his phone. It was getting late, and he was tired. Something about the great outdoors took all the energy out of a man. Rick had Alan get him another beer and then relaxed in the bedroom.

Rick said to Alan. "Come up here and sit down."

Alan jumped up onto the bed. Instantly his eyes were drawn to the thick, full pouch of Rick's jockstrap. He felt a sharp sting against his cheek and realized that Rick had slapped him. He shook his head and looked back at Rick in shock.

"Can you stop perving over my body for like a second? God, you're fucking uncontrollable."

"Sorry."

"I'm serious, dad. People are going to notice. Dad's aren't supposed to stare at their sons this way, you know. Most guys aren't totally depraved perverts."

"I'm sorry." Alan stuttered again. His face turned red.

Rick pulled out his phone and checked the baseball scores. "I just wanted to shoot the shit with you for a few minutes, but you're so fucking horny all the time that we can't anymore."

The trade deadline had just passed, and Rick got up to speed while Alan sat next to him. He knew that the long period of waiting and hoping drove his dad nuts. Delaying gratification was one of the key components to keeping Alan under his spell. When he finished responding to texts and checking in on all his shit, he pulled his flaccid cock out of his pants.

"I gotta piss, dad." he said.

Alan locked his mouth around the head of Rick's cock and started to drink down his stream. He'd gotten used to the taste, but he didn't like it. He struggled against the flow and guzzled it down. If he spilled a drop on the bed, there would be hell to pay.

When he finished, Rick put his dick away. "I'm going to bed." he said. He grabbed a blanket off the end of the bed and tossed a pillow on the floor. "You can sleep there."

"On the floor?"

"On the floor?" Rick mocked, "If you're going to whine about it, I'll take away the pillow. I was trying to be nice, you sorry bitch."

"Sorry."

"You're saying that a lot lately." Rick said, "You better get your shit together or I'm going to dump your ass."

Rick flipped out the light and they went to sleep.

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He woke up the next morning with Alan's face against his body, slowly rubbing his torso and licking his pit. A finger was teasing his nipple. Rick turned to him and smiled. He had to admit that it felt good to wake up this way. He breathed in deeply and could smell coffee. Then he noticed a steaming mug on the bed stand.

"You're doing good today, fag." he said.

Alan didn't respond, but burrowed deeper into Rick's pit. The sharp tang of his son's body odor buzzed through his brains, like taking a hit of poppers.

"Yeah, get in there." Rick said as he pushed Alan's face deeper into his body.

His fingers roamed over his dad's neck, and he squeezed occasionally. It started out almost instinctively, but soon Rick was holding longer. He could feel Alan's body tense up as he struggled to breath. The insane power trip did amazing things to his dick. Soon all ten inches was flat against his stomach, throbbing.

He put another hand around Alan's neck and squeezed again, this time looking into his dad's eyes. He watched Alan grow desperate and then scared as his face turned red. Then Rick released him.

"God that's fucking hot," Rick snarled.

He traced his fingers around Alan's face, pushing one into his mouth, and then brought them back to his neck. He felt Alan seize up, afraid of what was coming, but his dad didn't pull away. Rick didn't choke him, but grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him onto the bed.

Alan was laying on his back, wearing only a jockstrap. Rick ran his hands over his dad's muscular chest and stomach before lifting his thick legs into the air. He spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his dick. Then he slid his dick between Alan's legs. He humped him a few times, driving his shaft into his dad's crack, before drooling on his dick once more. Then he let his head slip into the indentation of his dad's hole and thrust forward. Alan groaned as Rick's thick dick pushed into his body.

Rick brought his hands back to Alan's neck and smiled a wicked grin as he started to squeeze. He thrust into his dad's ass while he played with his air supply. He loved watching as Alan would try to calm himself down, remaining still while Rick choked him, and then, suddenly, he would panic and his eyes would go wide. Rick's cock throbbed.

"You want me to choke you out, old man?" Rick said as he fucked harder and more furiously. "You want your son to squeeze the last bit of air out of you?"

Alan rocked back and forth from the merciless assault on his ass. His hole burned from friction and being opened up so quickly. He tried to catch his breath but couldn't. He grabbed onto Rick's wrists and moved them back to his neck.

Rick laughed and choked his dad again. This time, Alan tried to pull his hands away. Rick fought against him, holding him tighter and fucking him harder.

"I'm so fucking close, fag." Rick said. He spat into Alan's face. "I'm going to breed your ass, bitch."

Alan rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. Rick spit on him again. "Start jerking off. You wanted to cum. Now cum."

Alan grabbed onto his dick and started to pull it. Rick slapped him hard. "Faster. Shoot that fucking load."

Rick slapped him repeatedly as he huffed and puffed. Rick's dick was harder than he could remember, like a steel rod plunging into his dad's ass. The high level of arousal had him on fire. His hips and abs were tingling as his orgasm built up. His balls kept slapping against his dad's body, and the bed was rocking and creaking. Every time he slapped his old man it was like a shot of electricity traveled down his arm to his cock. Alan kept jerking off, harder and faster, trying to cum.

"Shoot that load, fag." Rick yelled. "Shoot it now."

Rick grabbed onto his neck again and squeezed. Alan gasped and then Rick felt the hot wetness of his dad's cum on his belly. From the feel of it, Alan was shooting a huge load, and soon Rick could smell the bleach like stink of semen as well as his own sweat and musk.

He held onto Alan's neck and pumped his own load into his dad. His dick swelled up like a firehouse as he blasted his pop's insides with his nut. He swore he could feel his balls tighten up and squeeze the juice out. As he came, he felt Alan struggle against his hands, pulling them away from his neck. Rick held on, and just as his orgasm was peaking, he felt his pops go limp. Fucker passed out, he thought as he released his grip. He pumped the last few shots into Alan's bowels while he bit into his dad's unconscious neck.

He slapped Alan a few times as the last drops of semen oozed out of his cock. Alan came to with a big breath and red eyes. "Holy shit. Holy shit." he kept saying.

Rick, his orgasm now over, shared what he thought was a little bit of panic on his dad's part. "Sorry pops. I got a little carried away there."

Alan dropped his head back into the pillow. It was the best orgasm he'd ever had. The last thing he'd seen were Rick's veiny arms and his strong chest. Then he blacked out. The only thing missing was the feeling of his son's cock erupting inside of him. He didn't have any memory of that.

Rick pulled out and flopped over onto the bed. His cock was hard and shiny in the morning light. Alan leaned over his son and sucked his dick into his mouth, licking up his semen and cleaning him off. Rick twisted and pulled away. His dick was too sensitive to fool around.

"Go get cleaned up, pops. I've got big plans for today."

Alan got up and went to the bathroom. As he gazed into the mirror he noticed purple blotches blooming across his neck. He looked like he'd been strangled, and he wondered how he was going to explain it to his wife.
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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