Dad's Proper Place, Chapter 11

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 11
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After selling his dad out to his own buddies, Rick let Alan sleep in the bed. When Alan curled up next to him and put his head on his shoulder, Rick's body tensed up, but he didn't push him away. For the first time, Alan fell asleep with the heat and strength of a man next to him. He slept better than he'd ever slept before. When he woke up in the morning, Rick was spooning him, and his hard cock pressed into the small of his back. It felt hard and hot and throbbed against his skin.

Rick stirred. His big paw slipped down to his cock. He squeezed it a few times, sliding it against the crack of Alan's ass. Then he pushed it downward. He rolled Alan onto his stomach, and then stabbed his dick into his dad and began to fuck him.

It was a mechanical, routine, kind of fucking. Rick just wanted to get rid of his morning wood. There was no love and certainly no aggression. Alan was just an available hole. He now understood how his wife felt when he came home late and wanted to fuck. She would make herself available, but not really participate. That was what Rick was doing to him. Making him into his woman.

Rick finished with a grunt and then walked into the bathroom. The loud blast of his piss pulled Alan out of his stupor. When Rick returned to the bedroom with his heavy sex swinging between his legs, he pulled on his boxer briefs and adjusted his bulge.

"Fishing today?" he asked.

Alan, who had been expecting another sexual challenge, was relieved. Though he had a powerful sex drive, he was exhausted and craved normalcy.

They spent the morning and early afternoon on the water. The conversation flipped between sports and Rick's plans for the future. It was one of the best afternoons Alan had ever spent with Rick. Behind the normal father / son interaction there was a different, closer bond that made the conversation deeper. "We're lovers" Alan thought, even though Rick would deny it.

Rick's insight into his own psychology was limited, and he would never admit that his dad had become, if not his boyfriend, a major part of his romantic life. This weekend was about jealously and proving his worth to his dad. He wanted Alan to know that he could take care of his sexual needs. He didn't need Scotty or anyone else. He needed Rick.

Alan sucked his son off one last time before they drove home. The drive was uninteresting. A kind of balance had been restored.

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Rick's found Scotty in his room playing video games when he got home. He sat down on his bed. "Good weekend with dad?" Scott asked without looking up from the screen. He palmed his crotch. "I'm glad you're home. My nuts are like ready to explode. Three whole days."

"That's why I'm here, bro." Rick said. "From now on, you can use dad from 3:30 to 4:00 each day unless I have something I want him to do. Outside of that you have to ask for permission."

He pointed at Scotty when he said 'you'. It wasn't Alan's job to beg Rick to suck Scotty's dick. If Scott wanted a blow-job, he was going to ask Rick for it. The natural order had to be reestablished.

"You think Dad's just going to let you run his life?" Scott whined.

"I know he is." Rick said. "And if you bitch about it, I'll tell him never to touch you again."

"Maybe I'll get him to listen to me." Scott went on. "Then you can ask me for permission to get your nut."

"You can try, Scotty. But I'll win. You're not man enough to take me on. Not yet at least." Rick walked out of the room.

Ten minutes later Scott stood in his doorway. "Hey Rick, would it be alright if I, you know, use Dad to get off."

"No problem." Rick said with a smile.

Later that night, Rick explained the situation to his dad. From now on, Scott would ask for permission. If Lou or anyone else wanted a piece, Alan had to ask for permission before he met up with them. With those things settled, Rick felt firmly in control.

A few weeks passed and things returned to normal. Rick fucked Alan a few times a week and got sucked off nearly every day. Scott got his daily blow job after school and usually one on the weekends. Lou and Wrenn were getting blown regularly and Chris had jumped into the queue too. Mike didn't seem interested.

"With all the cum you're eating, you're going to need to cut out some calories." Rick said as he squeezed a drop of cum onto his dad's tongue.

It was no joke. On some days Alan was sucking five guys; first Scott when he got home from school, then Lou, Rick and Wrenn after practice, and then Chris in the early evening. Scott was easy, even downright pleasant, but the rest of the guys could get rough. If they were all in a rough mood, Alan's jaw would be aching and his throat raw when he called it quits for the night.

Even still, Rick started to get bored with his dad. He found himself, subconsciously at least, on the hunt for a new fag. He didn't tell his dad that he would be replaced in the future, but that time was on the horizon. Some guys got off on using other guys, but for Rick it went deeper. He loved the psychological process of making a guy into something that he couldn't imagine himself being. His dad, a straight, married, ex-military jock, became a cum guzzling whore for four minors and one of his friends. Once that work was done, there wasn't much left to keep Rick's interest.

The influx of men had changed Alan as well. He used to need Rick's cock. Now he had other guys to give it to him. Wrenn and Lou weren't nearly as dominant as Rick, but they kept his dad full of cum and spared Alan the constant humiliation and violence.

Rick wanted to know whether his dad still needed him, so he decided to cut him off. He counted the days in between as he waited for his dad to come begging.

By Thursday night he noticed that Alan was finding ways to be around him, practically sniffing the air as he lingered next to his son. He's like a fucking bitch in heat, Rick thought, as Alan passed by him for the fifteenth time that night. It was getting harder to resist a good blow-job. He'd been trying to get into the pants of a girl from school, but if he fucked her like this he'd fill her so full of nut that she'd probably get pregnant.

On Saturday morning, Rick wandered downstairs to get breakfast. Alan was in the kitchen, and as Rick walked by he could smell his son's unwashed body. He sighed as he looked up at his boy. Rick sniffed his pit and smiled back at his dad. He smelled like bo, smoke, beer, and perfume from the chick he made out with. He knew it was an aroma that went straight to a fag's head.

But Alan didn't make a move. He was worried that Rick was playing some kind of game. If he asked, or worse if he begged, Rick would take it as a reason to deny him for an even longer period of time.

On Monday, Alan was desperate. He came by Rick's room in the evening. Lou and Wrenn hadn't called, and it looked like Scott and Chris weren't in the mood either. Alan hadn't gotten any cock for three days and he was starving for it.

"What's up, pops?"

"Nothing," Alan said, "I was just checking to see if you needed anything?"

"Like what?"

"You know?" Alan said, "Anything."

"You're gonna have to be more specific than that." Rick said without looking up.

Alan hesitated. He hated debasing himself like this. "I was thinking that maybe I could suck you off while you do your homework."

Rick stared into space and then looked at Alan. "I'm not really in the mood," he said, "Want to go play racquetball?"

Alan thought about it. If things worked out, he would get to have sex with his son after a sweaty match. If they didn't, he'd at least get to spend a couple of hours with Rick. He agreed and Rick smiled. "Ten minutes." he said.

Rick was playing for time. Alan had offered to blow him, and that was a first step, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wouldn't be happy until his dad asked for the whole package.

When they got to the courts a couple of guys were playing nearby. They looked young, maybe college aged. One was thin and tall, with a build that would make him a good tennis player. The other was a little shorter, with a muscular upper body and dark hair. Rick suddenly got an idea.

"You want me to fuck you?" He said loudly enough to make Alan nervous.

"Yeah." Alan said softly.

"Go ask those guys if you can suck their dicks." Rick said.

"What?" Alan guffawed, "No way."

"You either ask them if you can suck their dicks, or you go another week without getting my cock and next Monday we come back here and repeat this exercise. I want you to ask them if you can blow them. I don't care what you want to do."

"What do I say?"

"How about, I'm a whore who craves college cock." Rick said as he pushed his dad toward the other court. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

Alan walked toward the guys, who were resting after a set. "Hang on." Rick called out. He ran up to Alan, reached into his shorts, and manhandled his cock for a minute. At the same time, he bit his dad's earlobe lightly. As expected, Alan sprung a huge boner. "Perfect." Rick said.

Alan approached the two guys. For a moment Rick couldn't tell what was going on. Then there was a lot of laughter, and the two guys stepped back from Alan. There was more laughter and they pointed toward Rick. Alan walked back. His shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths, but his dick was still hard. If anything, he was more boned up than he was before.

"Not interested?" Rick asked.

Alan shook his head.

"What'd you say to them?"

"I told them I lost a bet."

Rick looked to the ground and shook his head. "How will they know you're serious if they think you're only doing it because you lost a bet. Go tell them the real reason why you're doing this."

"The real reason . . ." Alan said.

"Because you want me to fuck you in the ass, fag." Rick bellowed.

Alan wandered back over to the guys. This time they backed up as he approached. He said something to them, and one of the guys lunged forward and pushed him backward. Alan stumbled and then caught his balance before returning to Rick.

"I can't believe you actually did that," Rick howled, doubled over with laughter.

"I could have gotten beaten up."

"I could take them both." Rick replied. "You know I'd protect you. Plus, seeing a fag demean himself gets me hot."

Rick put his arm around Alan's shoulder and pushed him behind the concrete wall of the court. He shoved his hand down the back of his dad's pants and went straight for his hole. He played with it while Alan leaned into his body. "Someone's getting laid tonight." Rick whispered.

He backed away and they started to play. They had just finished the second match when one of the guys from other court walked up. He stood maybe 5 foot 9 and had dark brown hair. He was muscular, but not so much that it was disproportionate to the size of his body. Rick raised his eyebrows and smiled. The guy pointed at Alan, "Does the offer still stand?"

Alan looked to Rick, and Rick said, "You're suddenly interested?"

"I was interested before but my buddy doesn't understand this sort of thing."

Rick laughed, "Poor bastard. Yeah, the offer still stands."

The guy turned his head around a few times, looking for somewhere to go. "You can take him to my truck, the gate's open." Rick said.

Without saying a word the guy walked toward Alan's pickup. Alan glanced back at Rick as he dutifully followed the stranger. "No need to be gentle." Rick called out.

Rick tossed a ball against the wall for what felt like an eternity. Knowing that his dad was blowing a stranger, right then, made him kind of hot. He could imagine the guy sitting with his back against the cab, Alan's head bouncing up and down between his legs. He would be sweaty from playing, which would turn Alan on even more.

Finally they climbed out of the truck. Alan walked back to Rick and the guy walked toward his own car. "He do good?" Rick yelled. The guy flashed him a thumbs up.

"How'd it go, dad? Was he too rough?"

Alan shook his head, "It's uh . . . I don't know."

"That was your first stranger, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was different. I didn't like it as much."

"You should have imagined you were blowing me. How big was his cock?"

"Average." Alan said. "Can we go home now?"

Man, Rick thought, for a total fag blowing a stranger really fucked with him. It was strange to see the complete change in his demeanor. Rick suddenly felt a little bad about the whole thing, "If you want I can call up Lou and we'll double team you."

Alan frowned. Rick smiled at him. "You sucked a cock, dad. It's not a big deal."

"I know that. It just feels different. It's stupid."

When they got back Alan didn't follow Rick to his room. Rick found him in the kitchen, wiping down the counters. Rick whistled and motioned for his dad to follow him. Alan, looking a little crest-fallen, followed him up the stairs like a puppy.

Rick had a baseball game playing on his laptop, and he lay down on the bed with the computer over his crotch. Alan stood next to him. Rick tapped the bed,and Alan sat down. Then Rick put his hand around his shoulder, pulling his dad into his body. Alan put his head on Rick's chest, and they watched the game together.

It would have been a normal father-son moment but for the fact that Alan was curled up against Rick's body like a chick. Rick wanted to make his dad feel like he was worthy of affection. He could ignore his needy cock for a few hours if it made his dad feel better. He smiled at himself, proud of his restrained, loving attitude.

Alan loved the heat of his son's young body and the rise and fall of his chest. His head was flooded with emotions that he didn't understand. He didn't normally think of himself as gay. Whatever was going on with Rick and the other guys, he considered himself to be mainly straight. But as he relaxed into Rick's body, he wasn't so sure. He felt safe, loved, and completely relaxed. He'd never felt this way with his wife. Rick's body was strong and hard, and he didn't feel like he needed to protect Rick the way he needed to protect her. Once Rick was gone, he wasn't sure he would be able to keep going without a man in his life.

They lay together for two hours. When the game was pushing into the eighth inning, Alan stretched out and became aware of the lump of flesh between Rick's legs. He swore he could feel it's heat and even smell it. Rick wasn't hard, but he didn't have to be. His cock was impressive even when soft. Alan grabbed it.

It came to life immediately. Rick had been waiting for his dad to come around. Whatever his old man was thinking about, the best thing to do was to let him work through it. Then he wouldn't be reluctant or resistant. Now he grabbed onto Alan's head and pushed him down to his junk.

Alan opened his mouth and chewed on the lump of meat through the thin fabric. "That's right, fag." Rick said. "You've missed this dick, haven't you."

Alan moaned. How did he become so attached not just to a man, but to a cock?  So attached that he knew it not just be sight, but by smell and mouth feel. He licked along Rick's shaft.

"Get on my balls." Rick commanded. Alan dove down into Rick's crotch, pushing the fabric out of the way with his nose and digging around for Rick's nuts. "Come on, find them." Rick said.

Alan continued to try with no luck. Rick's nuts slipped away each time he made contact. Rick was impatient. "Now." he growled.

Alan looked at Rick's crotch. The outline of his giant dick spread across his thigh. He moved down and pushed his head up the leg of Rick's shorts. He found his nuts and sucked them into his mouth.

"Good thinking fag," Rick said. "Fucking suck my nuts, dad. Give them some love."

Rick loved the feeling of a mouth on his nuts. There was nothing like it. In his experience, very few girls were willing to do more than lick them. Something about balls turned them off. But his dad was willing to slurp away for hours, and it wasn't lazy sucking. Rick listened to the sloppy sounds of his mouth and the grunting of his dad as he rooted around between his legs. His cock was hard and a dark spot of precum oozed into the fabric of his shorts. Going without for this past week had been hard for him too.

He grabbed his dad's waist and pulled at his jeans. Alan unbuttoned them and slid out without ever taking his mouth off of his son's junk. "Good boy, dad." Rick whispered as he pried Alan's cheeks apart.

His dad's asshole looked as inviting as ever. He didn't think anyone else was fucking his old man, and the tight hole confirmed his suspicions. "You've tightened up, dad." Rick said, "It might hurt a little this time."

Alan lifted his ass and presented it to Rick. "Yeah, he needs it." Rick thought. He licked one of his fingers and shoved it in. Alan, instead of recoiling, pushed back and buried Rick's digit to the second knuckle.

"You need a cock in here, dad?"

Alan pulled out of Rick's crotch and looked up at his son, 'Please fuck me, son."

Rick grabbed Alan by the neck and pulled him in close. "You'd like that, wouldn't you. Do you still need me?"

“Yes. Of course." He sounded frightened.

"I'm not so sure." Rick said. He looked at Alan for a minute, breathing deeply. Then he smiled, "You smell like dick, you know that? You literally smell like a cock."

"Please fuck me." he said again.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you." Rick said as he drove a second finger into his dad's ass. "I'm just thinking about how."

Alan thought carefully whether he should take the lead and decided that Rick would probably be ok with it. He pulled off his son's shorts. Rick's dick popped up against his abs. Alan took it into his mouth and drooled on it. Then he slid his ass off of Rick's fingers and straddled his son. Before Rick knew what was happening, Alan sat down on his cock. Ten inches of meet pushed straight up into his body as he squatted down. Rick's bush tickled his balls and then Rick fell backward with a groan.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Good boy."

Alan started to move his hips. As he gyrated, he couldn't help but think that this was not the way men fucked. This was how woman got men off, but as Rick groaned and moaned he couldn't stop. He'd be his son's woman if that's what it took.

Rick's dick was on fire. His cock-head was getting pushed around and rubbed against his old man's soft insides. He lay back, totally relaxed, and let his dad work him over. It was almost like getting a blow-job. He didn't have to put in any effort. He just had to enjoy the feelings.

He let Alan bounce for at least ten minutes. His dick was hard as steel. He could literally feel the veins along the side as Alan's ass slid over them.

"Ride me baby," Rick said. His eyes were closed and his head hung back. His hands danced over Alan's hips softly. "Yeah, ride your man. Make me feel good."

Daringly, Alan leaned forward and rubbed his son's chest as he continued to grind against Rick's groin. Rick was breathing hard, panting almost, and continued to talk dirty. Alan tried to imagine his son with a woman, a girl really, calling himself daddy while she rode his dick. He'd probably play with her tits, and Alan was suddenly sad that he didn't have that to give to his boy. He pumped up and down on Rick's cock, determined to get him off. Alan's own cock was leaking onto his son's stomach, leaving slimy traces of precum across his abs.

"Yeah, babe, I'm real close." Rick said. He opened his eyes and looked at the mess Alan was making on his stomach. "You're enjoying this as much as I am, aren't you pops? Worth sucking that dude's dick?"

"Yeah Rick, It was worth it."

"You like your boy's dick up inside you?"

"I love it."

"Tell me."

"I love your cock inside me, son. The way it feels . . . the way it hurts. You're such a fucking stud. I'm so lucky to have you."

Rick lifted his hips to fuck Alan. He moved his fingers to his nipples and tweaked them hard.

"Play with yourself dad. Get off on my cock."

Alan grabbed his hard dick and jerked it. He pulled on his balls with the other hand. Rick didn't watch. He stared straight into Alan's eyes, looking into his soul, reading his mind. He thrust upward again. This time, hard, and lifted Alan up off his knees. His dick went in as deep as was possible. Alan groaned.

"This has been fun, but I know what your pussy needs, dad." Rick said. He stopped thrusting and Alan resumed slowly gyrating on Rick's dick. He was so close to cumming.

"Fuck me, Rick." he moaned.

"You need your stud son to take control, don't you? You can't do it by yourself."

"I need it son."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need your cock inside of me, pumping me full of your stud cum. I need you to show me what I want. Just fuck me."

Rick sat up and grabbed his dad around the shoulders. He quickly lifted him up and then collapsed on top of him, putting himself on top.  Alan lifted his legs to give Rick better access. At the same time, Rick buried his face into Alan's neck and bit down. He humped his dad's ass like a rabbit. His thrusts were fast and as hard as he could deliver them. The bed started to creak and the headboard slammed against the wall.

"This is what you need. A dick up in your cunt." Rick whispered into his dad's ear. "This is what you've needed your whole life."

He continued to hump his old man, proud of himself for figuring it out. Chris and Mike, they never saw it, but he did. His dad needed a dick deep inside of him. Sucking a mountain of cock would never satisfy him.

Finally Rick started to cum. The long build-up had caused a river of cum to collect in his nuts, and it blasted out of his dick like a firehouse. He pulled nearly all the way out of his dad and then slammed back into him as hard as he could. Alan grunted and Rick collapsed into his body. His whole form, every muscle in his body, pulsed and quivered as he delivered his baby-makers into his old man's gut.

"There you go, fag." he panted, "There you go."

Alan felt the hot wetness of Rick's cum running down the crack of his ass. Rick had filled him to capacity. Rick kept pumping, working up a frothy mess of cum around Alan's tight hole. When he finally pulled out, his hard dick was slick with his juices. Alan jumped upward and sucked it into his mouth. He licked it until Rick pulled his overly sensitive rod away from him.

"Look at that," he groaned while pointing to Alan's stomach. Alan had apparently cum without even noticing it.

Rick jumped off of the bed and rubbed Alan's hair violently. "See dad. That's why I never touch your dick. A real fag doesn't need a hand-job to get off. He needs to get fucked."

Rick jumped in the shower, leaving Alan in the bedroom alone. Alan grabbed a pair of Rick's boxer briefs off the floor and put them over his head. Then he scooped his own load off his chest and jerked himself to another orgasm.