Dad's Proper Place, Part 13

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 13
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Alan waited in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. He could hear the sounds of the game above him. He sat in the half-light and pulled his knees against his chest for warmth. Finally, after hours, the guys filed back into the locker-room. There was a ton of noise, and the air became hot and steamy as guys showered.

Locker doors slammed shut and everyone was yelling. Alan tried to imagine what was going on: the sweaty, teenaged bodies stripped down, towels snapping, and soap getting tossed back and forth in the showers. Maybe there were even a few backward glances as the guys checked each other out. His dick became hard, and he considered opening his fly. Then he remembered what Rick had said. Getting caught with his dick in his hand would not end well for him. He rubbed himself and struggled to maintain control.

After half an hour things quieted down. Alan became anxious. Rick was probably going to try to humiliate him somehow. There was a bang on the door and a booming voice said, "Time to come out, fag."

It was Wrenn's voice. Alan wasn't going to be alone with Rick. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he opened the stall, Wrenn stood in front of him wearing his shoulder pads and a pair of compression shorts. His hair was wet and sweat ran down the side of his face. His pecs and arms were pumped up and looked bigger than ever. Alan gazed at him. Rick and Wrenn were two sides of the same coin. Both muscular and cocky, but Rick was lean and cut while Wrenn was bulky and huge.

"Quit staring and get out here." Wrenn growled.

Alan walked into the light. Near the entrance to the showers there were four guys. Rick and his son Scott, Scott's best friend Sam, and a younger guy that Alan had never seen. The younger guys were still fully clothed, all of them wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Rick was wearing an old jockstrap that he liked.

"Get on the floor," Wrenn said. Alan looked to Rick and Rick nodded. Wrenn liked to take charge, in many ways he was more aggressive than Rick, but he rarely gave orders when Rick was around.

Alan dropped to his knees and looked up at Wrenn. "Come here and show me how much you love me, fag."

Alan crawled over to the muscular male and looked up at his body. He was huge and burly. Hair covered part of his chest and the bottom of his stomach. Alan didn't have a green light to go for Wrenn's dick, so he bent to the floor and started to lick his feet.

"Dude!" Scott's friend Sam said.

"It's weird at first, but trust me, it's pretty awesome." Scott said.

"That's your dad." Sam said.

"Not when he's like this." Rick said. "When he's like this, he's a totally different guy. He craves dick. Give him an opportunity and he'll suck the cum straight from your balls."

Alan tried to ignore the voices and forget who was there. Wrenn lifted each foot and let him lick the sole. When he was done, he shoved his big toe into Alan's mouth and kicked him away. Alan wiped the spit off his face and looked up at the guys, waiting for instructions.

Rick walked over to his dad. His muscles glowed with sweat and every ridge and impression was visible. The game had left him pumped up and vascular, sexier than Alan had ever seen him. He stood in front of his dad and pushed the pouch of his jock into his face. He let his dad take a deep breath, knowing that his dick stink worked like a drug on the old man.

 Rick waited a minute then said, "You thirsty? Need a drink before we gang rape your ass and mouth?"

"Yeah, I probably should." Alan said without thinking.

"Sweet. Open up." Rick pulled the pouch of his jock aside and his soft cock flopped out. Alan didn't take it into his mouth and Rick slapped him hard across the face. "Fucking get that dick in your mouth and drink it down."

As soon as the flaccid dick hit his lips, the stream started. It had been a while, and he was struggling to keep up with the flow. "No fucking way,” one of the guys said as Alan guzzled the bitter liquid. Wrenn walked over to one guy. "See that, little bro, that's how a real fag serves a man. Look at him drink that piss down."

Rick was proud that his dad was putting on a good show. He brought his foot up between his dad's legs and tapped lightly on his cock. It wasn't much contact, but it almost took Alan over the edge. Rick rubbed him until Alan started to rub back. Then he pulled out his dick and let the last bit of his stream hit Alan's face and chest. Wrenn laughed while the others looked on in shock. Alan licked his lips and then looked up at Rick, obedient and waiting.

"Take your shirt off." Rick sneered, "You've got piss all over it."

Then Rick turned to Sam, "You gotta take a piss, Sam?"

"Uh . . . no."

"You want a blow-job?"

"From him?" Sam asked.

"Who else? It'll be the best hummer you've ever had."

"I . . . uh." Sam said as he looked at the floor.

"Just sit down, dude. If it starts to freak you out, close your eyes and pretend it's a chick." Sam sat on a bench. Rick looked to Alan. "Fag, go take care of him."

Sam was about sixteen years old and one of Scott's best friends. Alan had known him since he was a little kid. He'd joined the wrestling team with Scott and was looking better everyday. He was about 5 foot 9 with a strong build. His chest was massive and his waist was tight. He kept his nearly black hair short. He had a square face that gave him a hard, almost arrogant, edge.

"Dude, you're ok with this?" Sam asked Scott as Alan crawled toward him.

"He sucks me everyday. Trust me. It's going to blow your mind."

Alan didn't wait for Sam to give him the ok. He unbuttoned the front of his pants to get at his cock. Sam wasn't wearing any underwear, and his thick black pubes popped into view immediately. Alan  tugged on his pants, and Sam allowed his pants to be pulled off. Then Alan leaned forward and took his dick into his mouth.

Sam had gotten enough head to be used to the feeling, but he was surprised when Alan started rubbing his thighs and playing with his balls. He got hard quickly, and once he was, Alan was taking all six and a half inches into his throat. No girl had ever done that, and he gasped as Alan dove down and bottomed out in his pubes.

"Fuck me. That's fucking amazing?"

"Rick's hung like a horse, dude. Your dick is nothing for my dad." Scott said. Then he stepped forward and opened his fly. He pulled out his balls. "You gotta tell him what to do, though. Otherwise he'll try to get your nut as quick as possible. He's sort of hooked on cum. Come here and lick my balls, dad."

Alan crawled over and sucked his younger son's scrotum into his mouth. After sucking a new guy, the taste and smell of his son was familiar and a little comforting. In the back of his head, he felt guilty about what he was doing. These were kids, just sixteen, and he shouldn't be playing with them. If he didn't stay focused, the self-loathing would start.

"Don't suck, lick." Scott said sternly. Rick or Wrenn would have smacked him, but Scott was rarely that aggressive.

Alan started to lick his boy's balls from the very base of his scrotum all the way up the the shaft. He lapped at them like a dog, feeling the skin give way and Scott's nuts tumble off the tip of his tongue. Scott laughed and tapped his dick against Alan's head a couple of times.

"Now lick Sam's nuts."

He crawled back over to Sam. The teen's dick was rock hard and bouncing with his heartbeat. Precum gushed from the slit. There was more cock sauce than Alan had ever seen. It oozed down the shaft and onto Sam's sack before dripping onto the floor. Sam's sack was tight and hard. It was easier for Alan to lick at it and the pleasure was more intense for Sam. For a second, Sam put a hand on Alan's head and then pulled it away. Wrenn saw him and walked over.

"You're going to be good at this someday." he said, "You just need to realize that a guy is different from a girl. You don't need to respect him."

Wrenn grabbed Alan by the hair and pulled him away from Sam. "You don't want me to respect you, do you Alan?"

Alan tried to figure out the right response. He didn't want Wrenn to get rough with him, and that's what usually happened. At the same time, contradicting him in front of two younger guys and his little brother would be a big mistake.

"No." Alan said.

"See." Wrenn said looking at Sam. Then he pulled Alan over to the bench and told him to lay down on it. "You gotta take what you want, dude."

He pulled down the front of his shorts and shoved his hard dick into Alan's mouth. Then he thrust his beer can cock forward and into Alan's throat. Alan choked, badly, and tried to pull away. Wrenn let up a little, but held his thrashing body down. The second attempt was more successful, and Alan took the hard cock into his throat. Wrenn began to hump his face gently, letting him take a breath every few strokes.

"Nothing better man." he said to no one. "Nothing better than the feeling of your dick in a throat." Then he looked at Sam. "Try it. You'll probably never meet another person that can take a cock like this fag."

Sam hesitated. He still couldn't get past the fact that the guy on the bench was Scott's dad. Rick walked in instead. Wrenn pulled out and was almost immediately replaced by Rick's long monster. Rick gripped Alan around the neck, and practically choked him while he plunged in. "My favorite part," Rick said to Sam, "Is the way I can feel my cock in there." He pulled out and then pushed back in. The lump of his huge cock bulged in Alan's throat. "Fucking look at that fucker stretch him out."

Sam was intrigued, and when Rick pulled out, he walked over to Alan. Alan licked the tip of his dick and then sucked it into his mouth. "Just push it in," coached Rick, "Then fuck him as hard as he can take it."

Sam shoved his cock down Alan's throat. He felt something that was nothing like a blow job and nothing like a pussy. Alan's throat was tight but muscular. It twitched underneath him as did Alan's body. Rick was still behind him, a hand on his shoulder, and he was fairly certain that Rick's dick was poking him in the back of his thigh. It was hard to wrap his mind around the fact that he  was surrounded by guys, but the throat wrapped around his dick silenced those thoughts. Alan started to pull off, his face turning red, and Sam pulled back out.

"Fuck his face, dude." Rick said.

Sam shoved back in and started to slowly hump Alan's face like he'd seen Rick and Wrenn do. He wasn't that experienced and the pleasure caused him to lose control. Within half a minute, he was pistoning in and out of Alan's throat, ignoring the occasional coughs and gags that came from his mouth. Sam himself was groaning slightly. He closed his eyes and drove in and out of Alan's mouth.

It was only a minute before his balls started to churn and he was ready to blow his load. He turned to Rick who smiled, "Dump that cum into his gut, man."

Sam grunted and let loose. His cock swelled so much that Alan coughed it up. He didn't normally choke, but it had happened enough that he knew how to recover. He grabbed onto Sam's cock and jacked it while he aimed it at his mouth. The rest of the stud's cum landed on his tongue and he lapped it up from the head. Sam was shouting and groaning as he came. The feelings were so intense that he almost fell over.

As Sam walked away, Rick looked down at his dad. "You almost fucked that one up, old man. Good save." Then he turned to Scott. "You want a go?"

"You said I can fuck him tonight, right?"

"Yeah." Rick said. Scott was normally restricted to Alan's mouth.

"I'm saving it then." he said.

"What about you, Cody?" Rick said looking at Wrenn's brother. He was smaller than Wrenn with darker skin. His body was thin, but muscular. He was wearing jeans, and his dick was obviously hard. There was a dark mark from all the precum he'd leaked. Alan guessed that he was seventeen. Older than Scott, but not a senior.

Cody looked at the ground and didn't say anything. Rick couldn't understand why he wasn't joining in, but he'd been fucking around with guys long enough to know that it weirded some people out. "He's just going to watch." Wrenn said.

"He can leave if he wants." Rick said.

"Nah," Wrenn said, "I want him here. It's a good learning experience."

Wrenn walked over to Alan, who was still laying on the bench. "Fag, if I gave you the choice, what would you want to do next."

Wrenn and Rick both watched as Alan's eyes moved over the beefy jock's body. The three guys who'd had enough experience all knew what Alan was thinking. He was wondering which part of Wrenn's body he wanted to lick. Scott grinned at Sam knowingly.

"Uh," Alan said, "Can I lick your pits."

"Fuck," Rick moaned, "I was sure he would go for your ass."

"He can have a go at that too." Wrenn said as he raised his arm.

Alan shoved his face under Wrenn's pit. The guy had played four quarters of football and his sweat was fresh and salty. Alan licked the course hair and sucked the skin. His forehead pressed into Wrenn's tricep and got covered with more sweat. This was what he lived for, and his mind went blank as he ate it all up.

Wrenn pushed his arm down and put Alan in a headlock. The move mashed his face against his skin and Wrenn could hear him huffing, puffing, and whining like a bitch. "You gonna cum in your pants, fag?" Wrenn asked. Alan nodded. He was that close. Wrenn released him. "Get on the other one."

Rick watched as Alan worked Wrenn over. Wrenn's eyes were open, and he was staring across the room. Rick followed his gaze and saw him looking right at his little brother.

Either because he knew Rick saw him or because he was trying to take his pleasure to the next level, Wrenn pointed at Cody and said, "Alright little bro, I need a mouth on my asshole."

Cody blushed. "You said . . "

"I changed my mind. You can learn from Alan and do your job at the same time. Now get your mouth between my legs."

"What the fuck man," Rick asked with a grin, "How long has this been going on?"

"Since around the time you showed me your dad. Why should you be the only one with a mouth and asshole on call?"

"You didn't tell me." Rick said a little pissed off. He'd shared his dad after all.

"He wasn't ready. This is going to be his first public performance." Wrenn looked back to Cody. "Over here, now."

Cody glanced at Sam and Scott and knew that his secret was out. When they saw him at school on Monday, he wouldn't be Wrenn's cool younger brother. He shrugged and then knelt down behind his brother and spread open his cheeks.

"I knew he was gay," Wrenn said to Rick. "I could hear him getting pounded by guys all the time. It wasn't hard to turn the horny bastard onto my cock. After the third or fourth time, he was a completely willing participant."

"Is he any good?" Rick asked.

"He's learning." Wrenn said. Then he groaned as Cody hit a tender spot between his legs. "Pretty good actually."

Rick let Wrenn enjoy the feeling of having two mouths on his body for about five minutes before pulling his dad aside and pushing him down to his cock. Scott and Sam were starting to look bored, and Rick decided to move things along. "Alright Dad, time to get fucked."

Alan looked at the guys in the room. This was going to be rough. His ass was sore from a serious pounding the night before. He was going to feel every inch of each of these boys.

"Sam, you can go first." Rick said.

Sam looked around at Scott and the other guys. He'd never fucked anyone before. He wasn't sure what to do, but didn't want the rest of them to know he was a virgin. He stepped up to Alan, whose ass was up in the air, and looked to Rick.

Rick handed him some lube. "Slick it and stick it." Rick said, "The rest comes pretty naturally."

Sam grabbed the lube and greased his cock. He rubbed it in and then lined up the head of his cock with Alan's asshole. The wrinkled hole didn't seem big enough to take a cock, even an average one like his. He pushed against it and met a lot of resistance. He leaned forward and put some pressure on his body through his hips. With a quick pop his dick slid in to the halfway mark.

Alan groaned while Sam broke out in a smile that made him look half drunk. He'd never felt anything like what he was feeling. Alan's body was soft and smooth on the inside, and it hugged his cock better than his hand ever could.

"Now fuck him." Rick hissed.

Sam pulled back and then shoved the rest in. Alan groaned and Sam's eyes rolled back in his head. He continued to fuck Alan for a minute before he reached down and grabbed the back of Alan's head. He jerked it back and looked at his best friend's dad. "You like that Alan? You like my cock inside your ass?"

"Yes," Alan said as his body rocked back and forth.

"Yeah you do." Sam said, "You fucking love it."

"Harder." Alan moaned.

Sam picked up the pace while Rick looked over to Wrenn and his little brother Cody. Cody was still between Wrenn's legs. Wrenn had his thick shaft in his hand and he was tapping his brother on the face with it. Cock slime and spit coated the young guy's face.

Rick studied him. The tight, round ass, and small body. He was still a little embarrassed, but Rick could tell that he loved it. It was always easy to tell. If Wrenn knew how to turn him, his brother would prove to be just as much of a fag as Rick's dad had. He just needed someone to take him there.

"You fuck him yet?" Rick asked.

"Plenty," Wrenn said.

Rick walked over and stood by Wrenn's side. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Sam was now feeding his dad his cock while Scott fucked him.

"He's not as good as your old man." Wrenn said.

Rick put a hand against the side of Cody's head, and he instinctively leaned in toward him. Then Rick directed him away from Wrenn's thick dick and toward the bulge between his legs. Without being asked, the kid buried his face in the pouch of Rick's bulge and started to root around.

"He'll figure it out. He's a natural." Rick said as he rubbed the back of Cody's neck. In reality Wrenn was too much of a thug to figure it out. He could fuck Cody raw, but he'd never make the guy into a true cock slut. Cody would never really come to enjoy it. Too bad really.

"Yeah, but look at that" Wrenn motioned to Sam and Scott. The two guys were now sharing Alan's mouth, jabbing him with their cocks and shoving them into his throat. "He's totally devoted. Cody sometimes needs a little convincing, you know." Then Wrenn shrugged and glanced back at Alan, "You mind if I get my nut?"

"Go ahead," Rick said as he friend sauntered off to fuck his dad. Rick squatted down and came face to face with Cody.

He was built like a skater, long and lean. His hair was either dyed black or naturally very dark. He had a masculine face, and looked older than he was. He looked Rick straight in the eyes. It was all there, the fear and desire to serve. Wrenn didn't know what he was missing.

"I'd never have to convince you to take my cock, would I?" Cody never broke eye contact and nodded silently. Rick's dick throbbed. He wanted to fuck this kid. To mash his face into the bed and drill him while he begged for more. He shoved a finger into Cody's mouth, and Cody sucked it.

"I didn't think so," Rick said. "Maybe someday. If you're good and your brother lets us."

Rick wouldn't steal Cody, not even if Wrenn unimpressed with him. Whatever Wrenn's failings, Cody belonged to him. Still, the idea of having someone new to play with was enticing, and it reminded Rick why he had set up this night.

He walked over to the trio who was working over his old man. The guy had a smile on his face despite the fact that he was wrestling with two cocks in his mouth. Scott and Sam had a hand over each other's shoulder as Alan licked their dicks. Wrenn, as usual, was fucking him like an animal- hard and fast with no consideration for how it felt.

Sam grunted and slapped his dick across Alan's face. Rick saw a nascent sadistic side that was just appearing. At some point he'd need to find a regular dude to fuck or the girls would hate him. He jacked his cock while he kept it away from Alan. It was sick game of keep away but Rick could see that Sam was getting off on the denial.

Then without warning all of the guys started to cum as their orgasms fed off of one another. Sam was first. He pulled back on his cock, held it like a fire house, and then painted Alan's face with a thin, watery load. There was a huge amount of cum, and it splashed across Alan's nose and dripped off his face, leaving a slimy residue. As soon as Sam was done, Alan turned all his attention to his younger son's dick. Wrenn grabbed the back of Alan's head and shoved his cummy face into Scott's pubes, grinding it in.

Wrenn panted as he ground into Alan's ass. Red marks welled up where his fingers dug in. He was always rough like this, and he would plant his load deep inside of Alan. Rick was watching, observing the action, when he felt something behind him. Cody grabbed onto his jock covered butt. His cheeks spread open and then Cody's tongue connected. Rick moaned a little and leaned back against Cody's face.

"You like my jock ass, Cody?"

Cody nodded and kept lapping at his hole. Wrenn let out a howl and shoved into Alan. His hips and ass contracted as he pumped his load into his friend's dad. Scott took the opportunity to shove his cock down Alan's mouth and deposit his load directly into his gut.

Rick couldn’t take his mind off of the mouth that was working over his hole. Total devotion. Rick could tell, just from the way that Cody was lapping at his ass, that the kid would do whatever he said. He rubbed his bulge as everyone settled down. Alan was breathing hard, with Wrenn's cock still crammed up into him. Sam looked ready to go again, his dick pressed against his stomach. Scott was leaning back with his eyes closed while Alan nursed on the tip of his dick.

Rick stepped forward to pull himself away from Cody and cleared his throat. Everyone looked at him.

"Here's the deal," he said, "This fag isn’t doing it for me anymore, so I'm getting rid of him. I figured I'd let you guys have a crack at him first. Make me an offer."

His dick throbbed. Trading a guy away was the ultimate act of control. Alan looked a little heartbroken, but even now, he still trusted him. He'd done a good job with his dad, and it was time to let him go.

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