Sunday, July 27, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 18
Picking up where we left off last time . . .
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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 18
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After being leashed, Bates dutifully followed Tyler downstairs. He took them sideways, unable to crawl forward down the steep steps. When they reached the front door he stopped, and the leash tightened around his neck.
"Dude," Bates said.
"What?" Tyler asked.
"I'm not wearing any clothes." Bates said.
Tyler shrugged and tugged the leash. "You can follow me or I can drag you. But, the faster you get to my car, the less likely it is that you'll be seen."
He opened the door and walked forward. Bates stayed still. Tyler pulled on the leash and it tightened quickly around Bates' neck. Bates was unable to slide his fingers under the cord, and he felt his air supply cut off. He held steady for fifteen seconds and then began to panic. He lunged forward and used the slack to pull the leash away from his neck. After that he kept up with Tyler.
"Good boy." Tyler said with a big grin. "If you keep it up, I'm gonna give you a nice bone."
"What if I'm bad?" Bates shot back.
Tyler stopped in his tracks. At first he was trying to figure out what to say, but then he realized that he enjoyed having Bates naked on a leash in public. No one was around, but it was still a thrill.
"I guess," Tyler said, "That then I'll have to give you my fist."
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After being leashed, Bates dutifully followed Tyler downstairs. He took them sideways, unable to crawl forward down the steep steps. When they reached the front door he stopped, and the leash tightened around his neck.
"Dude," Bates said.
"What?" Tyler asked.
"I'm not wearing any clothes." Bates said.
Tyler shrugged and tugged the leash. "You can follow me or I can drag you. But, the faster you get to my car, the less likely it is that you'll be seen."
He opened the door and walked forward. Bates stayed still. Tyler pulled on the leash and it tightened quickly around Bates' neck. Bates was unable to slide his fingers under the cord, and he felt his air supply cut off. He held steady for fifteen seconds and then began to panic. He lunged forward and used the slack to pull the leash away from his neck. After that he kept up with Tyler.
"Good boy." Tyler said with a big grin. "If you keep it up, I'm gonna give you a nice bone."
"What if I'm bad?" Bates shot back.
Tyler stopped in his tracks. At first he was trying to figure out what to say, but then he realized that he enjoyed having Bates naked on a leash in public. No one was around, but it was still a thrill.
"I guess," Tyler said, "That then I'll have to give you my fist."
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Becoming a Rugby Bitch, 17
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Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 17
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After they had sex, the coach was clear that Ryder had to tell Tyler about what he did with Bates. Ryder decided to get it over with as soon as possible, and told Tyler the next day. He had hoped that Tyler would react like the coach. First some anger at him, then rage at Bates.
The truth was that Tyler had never really claimed any right to control Ryder's sex life. He'd left that up to the coach. Thus, it seemed like Ryder could basically do whatever the coach said. And, in this case, even the Coach admitted that Ryder had been tricked, or at least taken advantage of. He also admitted that Tyler should have gone with Ryder to the party. All in all, he thought that Tyler would agree with this reasoning.
Things did not go as planned. Tyler was much madder than Ryder expected. It didn't help that Ryder brought up the coach's anger at Tyler for not going with him to the party. It made it seem like it was Tyler's fault which didn't help matters.
Tyler yelled for about ten minutes, ripping into Ryder for letting a guy like Bates fuck him. The blowjobs were instantly forgotten, but the fact that he'd given it up for Bates drove him crazy. He couldn't understand why Ryder would let Bates do him. Ryder had a hard time understanding why it was such a big deal. He was exactly a virgin.
"Cause I hate the guy, Josh. That's why." Tyler said, "And he fucked my boyfriend. You don't get it?"
Ryder stared at him quizzically.
"It's not about sex. He fucked you because you're mine. He fucked you because you're the Coach's. Do you honestly think that you're so hot that the dude went through all of these ministrations just to get a piece of your ass? You're a good-looking guy, Josh, but there's plenty of tail out there for a guy like him or me."
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After they had sex, the coach was clear that Ryder had to tell Tyler about what he did with Bates. Ryder decided to get it over with as soon as possible, and told Tyler the next day. He had hoped that Tyler would react like the coach. First some anger at him, then rage at Bates.
The truth was that Tyler had never really claimed any right to control Ryder's sex life. He'd left that up to the coach. Thus, it seemed like Ryder could basically do whatever the coach said. And, in this case, even the Coach admitted that Ryder had been tricked, or at least taken advantage of. He also admitted that Tyler should have gone with Ryder to the party. All in all, he thought that Tyler would agree with this reasoning.
Things did not go as planned. Tyler was much madder than Ryder expected. It didn't help that Ryder brought up the coach's anger at Tyler for not going with him to the party. It made it seem like it was Tyler's fault which didn't help matters.
Tyler yelled for about ten minutes, ripping into Ryder for letting a guy like Bates fuck him. The blowjobs were instantly forgotten, but the fact that he'd given it up for Bates drove him crazy. He couldn't understand why Ryder would let Bates do him. Ryder had a hard time understanding why it was such a big deal. He was exactly a virgin.
"Cause I hate the guy, Josh. That's why." Tyler said, "And he fucked my boyfriend. You don't get it?"
Ryder stared at him quizzically.
"It's not about sex. He fucked you because you're mine. He fucked you because you're the Coach's. Do you honestly think that you're so hot that the dude went through all of these ministrations just to get a piece of your ass? You're a good-looking guy, Josh, but there's plenty of tail out there for a guy like him or me."
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Dad's Proper Place, Part 8
OK. The moment many of you have been waiting for . . .
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Dad's Proper Place, Part 8
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"You know, Scotty, Lou used to wrestle." Rick said to his little brother, "I bet he'd be willing to teach you some moves."
Though Rick and Scott didn't normally spend time together, Rick had been hanging around him more and more over the last week. He thought that if he could get Scott to look up to him, it would make Scott's introduction to their dad's 'special talents' a lot easier. He'd also decided that Lou was the right guy to lay the foundation.
"You think?" Scott asked.
Since he began to go to the same school as Rick, Scott had idolized Rick and his friends. They were the top dogs, with all the girls and all the influence. Scott hoped to take their place when he was a senior. He was slowly developing the body, and he did OK with the girls so far. The more time he spent with Rick and his friends, the better he would get at handling social situations and being cool.
"Yeah, maybe tomorrow." Rick said.
The next afternoon, Scott met up with Lou after school. They played around in the gym, trying out various wrestling moves, and then they lifted together in the weight-room. When they were done, they went into the school's locker-room to change.
Lou stripped off his shirt. His muscles, gleaming with sweat, were pumped up and bulging. He had some hair on his chest which gave him an incredibly masculine look, and his skin was a deep brown. He glanced at Scott and caught him staring. Scott saw him notice and turned away.
"Sorry man," Scott said, "I just really want a body like that someday."
"You're well on your way, dude." Lou said. "If you keep working out, you'll look better than me. I didn't start as young as you are now."
Scott stood about 5 foot 11 inches and had a thick, broad build. His shoulders were broad and he had a tight waist. From the side, his chest looked deep and wide. After beginning wrestling practice, he'd been putting on muscle faster than he knew possible. He was lean and wiry, with rippling, vascular, musculature. He was proud of the way he looked, but he was nowhere near as built up as Lou.
"You must get so many chicks. Do you have a girlfriend?" Scott asked.
"I'm not hurting for action." Lou said, "But I'm not really focused on getting a girlfriend right now."
"But you still get laid?" Scott asked, fascinated by the opportunity to talk to the older guy about sex.
"You don't need a girlfriend to have sex." Lou said, "I take it you're having a hard time finding someone to put out."
"Yeah, girls my age aren't into sex yet." Scott said.
Lou paused for a moment. Rick had asked him to broach a particular topic with his little brother if the moment arose, and this seemed to be the moment.
"Hasn't Rick told you about the other options?" Lou asked softly.
"You mean like jacking off?"
"No, I mean . . ." Lou looked down at the ground and then back up to Scott, "Fags, man. Dudes who'll suck your balls, lick your asshole, basically do anything for your cock."
Scott jumped back. "I'm not gay, man."
"Believe it or not, that'll make them like you even more." Lou said, "Look, Rick and I, Wrenn, we've all got guys draining our balls. Girls don't want to do it, so why not let these dudes?"
"Cause it's gay, man." Scott said.
"We're not dating them, dude." Lou said. He sat down on a bench next to Scott and lowered his voice, "These guys, they'll do anything for your nut. Anything. All you have do to is tell them to come and get it, and they will literally be your slave. They'll do your homework, clean your room, whatever you want. Just so they can get a taste of your cock. And you get a fucking amazing blowjob in return. You should think about it."
"Yeah, right. So what am I supposed to do, start asking around?"
"They're easy to spot. First, they always want to be around guys like you, and you can see them undress other guys with there eyes. They glare at them like dogs waiting for a meal. Sometimes, they'll get in real close and you can see their nostrils flare as they smell a guy. They want to be your friend, the guy you always turn to, because they're hoping that someday you'll turn to them for sex. Once you're looking, you find them everywhere."
"I don't know any guys like that." Scott said.
"Sure you do. Just look around. They don't have to act gay. Hell, some of them even say they're straight. But as soon as you give them a chance to suck your cock, you'll see it in their eyes. Just a little hint and you'll have them hooked. A normal gay guy might suck your cock, but a fag will become your sex slave. That's what you need."
As Lou was driving him home, Scott realized that he did know someone who sort of fit the profile. His dad acted that way around Rick's friends. Of course, his dad had admitted to him that he might be into guys, so it made sense. Still, he couldn't imagine that his dad would act the way Lou said these guys would.
Meanwhile, back at home, Rick was laying out the second part of his plan. He pulled Alan into his bedroom and told him that he had a new challenge. This time there was no reward, but the consequences of refusing would be severe.
"I want you to let Scotty catch you jerking off again. This time be in my bed playing with these."
Rick tossed him a Ziploc bag that had a pair of his briefs in it. "I wore those all last week. You'll be in fag heaven."
"Rick, Scott's already starting to think I'm some kind of pervert."
Rick considered throwing a punch to remind his dad not to talk back. Instead he shrugged his shoulders. "You are some kind of pervert, and he's going to find out exactly what kind."
"Tomorrow." Rick called as he ran down the stairs and out of the house.
The next day Alan paced the main floor of the house as he considered what to do. He knew that eventually Rick was going to bring things to a head with Scott. Right now, it seemed like his eldest son was playing for time while he figured out how to inform Scott of their special relationship. In the meantime, he was set on humiliating Alan in all sorts of ways.
He decided that putting up a fight would probably result in him being denied access to Rick and his friends. So Alan waited until Scott was supposed to come home, then went up to Rick's bedroom and stripped off his clothes.
He lay down in Rick's bed and rolled over, grinding his already hard cock into the sheets. He could smell Rick. This was his favorite version of his son's musk. Not the sweaty stink of his body when he came home from the gym, but the mellow, testosterone-laced odor of his boy when he woke up in the morning.
Rolling over onto his back, he grabbed the Ziploc bag that Rick had given him and pulled out his son's briefs. The front of the bright blue briefs was crusty with cum, and the smell of Rick's junk hit him before he had a chance to bring the shorts up to his nose.
His cock was rock hard and a stream of precum ran down the side. He grabbed it and smeared the juice over the glans. He dropped Rick's gear onto his neck, and then twisted his nipple with his free hand. In his head, Rick was on top of him, biting down on his chest. His hands kept up with his imagination, matching each imaginary bite with a hard twist on his nipples. The smell of Rick's body rising the bed and the briefs took him deeper into the fantasy. Soon he moved his hand from his cock to his ass. As he imagined Rick sliding into him, he shoved two fingers into his well-used hole. He finger-fucked himself and brutalized his nipples. He leaned forward and pulled Rick's shorts up onto his face with his teeth. He mouthed the salty fabric, sucking up the remnants of Ricks' cum.
The whole situation was too much. Rick hadn't lied when he said that Alan would be in fag heaven. Before he knew what was going on, his cock was ready to explode. A few more pumps and he'd be there. He pounded away at his hole, putting himself right on the edge of orgasm.
"What's up dad?" Scott said loudly.
Alan's eyes opened and he bolted upright. Scott stood in the doorway staring at him. Alan stared back and knew it was too late. His dick exploded in his hand as he gazed at his younger son. Suddenly, the object of his fantasy was replaced and instead of imagining Rick's mature, developed body, he looked at his fifteen year-old son's lithe form: the growing muscles of his arms and chest, shown off by his tank-top, and the thick trunks of his strong legs. His mouth hung open as he gazed at Scott and shot a wad of cum all over his fist.
Scott silently stepped into the room and looked at the underwear. "Those Rick's?" he asked.
"Scott, I can . . .." Alan was at a loss for words. What was there to explain. There was cum on his hand and he was laying naked in his son's bed.
"You don't have to explain." Scott said, "In fact, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on."
"It's uh . . ."
"You're one of them." Scott said. He was smiling from ear to ear. Alan knew that smile. It was the same smile he'd seen on Rick's face the day he caught him in the bathroom with his clothes.
"I don't know what you mean." Alan said as he grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on.
"Lou told me all about this." Scott said.
"Lou told you about us?" Alan asked, his face glowing red. He figured Rick would be the one to tell Scott. Why would Lou?
"No fucking way." Scott said, "You're the fag that Lou is fucking?"
The word 'fag', coming from his younger son's mouth, cut Alan to the core. He wanted to say something, to punish him, but he couldn't. As a result of Rick's training, when sex was in the air he felt way too submissive to fight for himself.
"Man, when Lou told me about guys like you, I didn't really believe him. So you're really sucking his dick?"
Alan nodded slowly.
"Who else?"
"Wrenn." Alan paused. He wasn't going to name Rick unless he was asked directly.
"That guy's a beast." Scott exclaimed. "So you're blowing Rick's friends behind his back. What, do you wait until he goes to the bathroom and then dive on their cocks?"
"Something like that." Alan said.
"And you must have a thing for Rick too, seeing that, well, seeing that you're in here."
"Scott . . ."
"Do you have a thing for me too?" Scott asked. When he asked, he lacked confidence. He wasn't sure if he was hot enough to be the object of his dad's affection. He honestly thought that he might not be hot enough. The weakness in his voice gave him away.
"Scott, I think we should talk about this another time." Alan said. He still had cum on his hand, and his dick was getting hard again.
"You don't have to answer, dad." Scott said, sounding more confident. "I saw it when I walked in. You weren't thinking about Rick when you shot that load."
"I . . . uh . . . well you're a good looking guy." Alan stuttered.
As he saw shame wash over his dad's face, Scott's dick got hard. He couldn't believe how horny being in a position of power made him. He'd just gotten the guy to admit that he liked looking at him. Suddenly, Lou's words were back in his head. These guys will do almost anything for a taste of cock.
"I know I'm a good looking guy." Scott said. "You were thinking about my dick when you came, weren't you? You want to know what I'm packing?"
"No, I swear," Alan said.
"Don't lie to me dad."
Alan hesitated. "Alright, I was thinking about you."
"What about me?" Scott said. He was taunting and playful again as he found his voice.
"Nothing really, I was just thinking about your body." Alan said.
"That's kind of sick, dad. I'm your son."
Alan's face turned red again and his skin burned. He'd expected Scott to catch him and then walk out in disgust. Instead, he'd stayed to taunt him. If this was what Rick had been aiming for, he was getting his wish.
"What do you do with Lou and Wrenn?" Scott asked.
"I, uh . . ." Alan wasn't sure if he should give details. "I . . . do whatever they want."
"Anything?"
"Pretty much." Alan said. "Look, Scott, I don't really want to talk about . . . "
"Unless you want me to tell Rick that you're jacking off with his clothes, you're going to talk about what I want to talk about." Scott said sharply.
Alan was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The only way to get out of the situation was to admit that he didn't care if Rick found out. Then Scott would probably piece things together, at least figuring out that Alan had already been caught by Rick.
"Scott . . ."
"Fuck." Scott said. There was a conflicted look on his face that slowly turned into a big smile. "Fuck, you really are one of them. A cock-sucker just like Lou said."
Scott's hand moved between his legs as he grabbed his dick. It was just a small motion, and he probably didn't think that Alan would notice.
"Are you any good?" Scott asked.
"At what?"
"At sucking cock, dad?"
"Yeah, I think I'm pretty good." Alan said, no longer attempting to dodge his son's questions.
"You know, I've never had a blowjob." Scott said.
Alan studied his son. It didn't seem possible. Scott was fifteen and very well-developed. He could have gotten any girl he wanted. Perhaps, unlike Rick, he hadn't developed a game yet. Rick had always been able to pull girls in with his magnetic smile and his attitude. Scott had been much shyer until this year.
"Your time will come, son." Alan said, trying to restore the dad / son dynamic.
Scott kneaded the lump in his pants. "I'm kind of sick of waiting."
Alan's face turned white. He knew where this was going. What impressed him was that Scott was so direct in his request. Even Rick had to hide his desire behind anger.
"You want it." Scott stated as he palmed his junk and lifted it. "Don't lie."
Alan nodded.
"Let's go to my bedroom. You don't want to get caught by Rick." Scott laughed, "He'd probably kick your ass. Mine too."
They walked into Scott's bedroom. Scott had slowly removing all of the childish elements, and it had been transformed into the room of a teenager. It even smelled like a teenager.
As soon as they entered, it became clear to Alan that Scott didn't know what to do. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Alan remembered that this was his son's first sexual experience. He would have to set the pace.
"Sit down at your desk, Scott." Alan said.
Scott did as he was told. The bulge in his gym-shorts had turned into a full on tent, and the outline of his dick snaked to the side. Alan wondered what it looked like. He knew that Scott was uncut, but he hadn't seen his boy naked in at least five years.
Scott turned toward his dad. Alan looked him in the eyes, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"I'm sure." Scott said without a moment's hesitation.
"Alright, just sit back." Alan said.
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Rick entered the house quietly and dropped his keys on the counter. He climbed the stairs two at a time and was surprised that he didn't hear any voices. He'd expected some drama, but maybe Scott was so freaked out that he'd left. When Rick got to his room, he was surprised to see that Alan wasn't there. What's more, the briefs that he'd sweated up were sitting on the bed. Alan wouldn't let a prize like that go for nothing.
He walked into the hallway. The door to the master bedroom was open, and he peeked in. It was empty. Then he moved to Scott's door and quietly pressed his ear against it. It took about ten seconds before he heard Scott moan. He thought his brother might be beating off until he heard his dad's voice ask Scott if he liked it. Scott moaned again.
Rick inched open the door. Scott was sitting at his desk with his dad's head between his legs. His hands hung at his sides, while his dad's hands felt up Scott's hard stomach. Scott's tongue was hanging out of his head while he got what Rick assumed was the best blowjob of his young life.
He watched for a minute before pushing the door open. Scott looked up, saw him, and quickly jumped out of the chair. Alan stayed put on the floor and gazed up at his oldest son. Rick turned to Scott.
"He's good, isn't he?" he asked.
Scott looked back at him perplexed. Rick continued, "Don't worry, bro. I've been using dad's mouth for a while. So have half of my friends."
Rick walked toward Alan. He stuck a finger in his dad's mouth and pulled open his jaw. Scott watched as his dad reflexively sucked on Rick's finger.
"Did Scott make you do this or did you ask him?" Rick asked his dad.
Scott answered, "He was sniffing your underwear and jerking off in your bed. I figured that if he wanted cock, he should suck mine."
"Good man, Scott." Rick said, "But you've got some learning to do if you really want to get the most out of him. You can't let him run the show like that."
Scott stared at him blankly.
"You have to stay in control." Rick said. “Don't let him feel you up. Your body is a treat that he only gets when he deserves it."
"I uh . . ." Scott said, "I just wanted a blowjob."
Rick smiled, "You have no idea how much fun you're going to have. Let me show you. Get over here pops." Rick said as he unzipped his fly. His ten inch dick was already half-hard. "Get on my cock."
Alan wrapped his lips around his son's meat. Rick wasted no time. "You can use him to get off." Rick said to Scott. "However you want."
Rick grabbed onto his dad's ears and thrust his hips forward. He jammed his cock down Alan's throat and held him there. For the first five seconds, he stayed there with his nose buried in his boy's pubes, then he started to struggle. "Fuck that feels good." Rick said as his dad thrashed about. "You try it."
Rick grabbed Alan by the hair, pulling him off of his cock and pushing him backward. Alan stayed on the floor, panting.
"C'mon Scott, give it to him."
Scott walked over to his dad, and put his cock in front of his old man. Alan took it into his mouth. "Go for it." Rick said.
Scott tentatively grabbed onto his Alan's head. Then he pulled him downward. His cock slipped into his dad's throat and incredible feelings of pleasure shot up his spine.
"Holy fuck." Scott groaned.
"Use him." Rick whispered. "Fuck his face."
Slowly Scott moved his hips back and forth. Alan masterfully took the cock in his throat. As Scott picked up the pace, it became more difficult and soon he coughed and spit out his son's cock. Scott's beer can thick, seven inch cock sprung up and slammed against his abs.
"Don't let him get away with that shit." Rick said, "You're in control."
Thinking that Scott wouldn't have the guts to really lay into his dad, Rick walked forward and grabbed Alan by the hair. With his free hand he grabbed Scott's cock and shoved it inside of Alan's mouth. Then he grabbed Scott's hand and put it on the back of his dad's head. With Scott's hand under his, he pushed Alan down onto his little brother's cock. Rick waited until Alan struggled.
"Show him who the boss is." Rick said to Scott.
He felt Scott's fingers tighten underneath his hand and he moved away. Scott kept Alan's head down for another few seconds before letting him up. Then, just as Alan pulled away, Scott grabbed his thick cock by the base and slapped Alan across the face.
"Nice." Rick said.
Scott kept pulling at his dick while his dad licked at whatever he could. Sometimes he hit the head, other times he licked Scott's hand as it moved up and down his shaft.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Scott mumbled.
"No, you're not." Rick said as he pulled Alan away. Scott's dick pulsed and bounced up and down.
"What the fuck, dude?"
"That load is not going in Dad's mouth." Rick said. Then he turned to Alan, "Get on the bed dad."
"You want me to fuck him?" Scott asked.
"You ever fucked a dude before, Scott?"
"No, I've never . . ."
"This is your first time, huh? I thought it might be. Well, you can let all that pent up teenage aggression out, cause dad can take it. Come over here."
"What you want to do, the first time you screw a fag, is to really let him have it. Just spit on your cock and shove it in. It's going to hurt him, but that lets him know that he's yours. A fag's brain doesn't work the way yours does. The more you abuse him, the more he'll crave your affection. If you strike the right balance, he'll be yours for life."
"So, uh, what do I do?" Scott asked.
Rick spread open Alan's ass cheeks. "You stick your dick in there. You'll know what to do after that."
Scott got between Alan's legs, and Rick sat up above him with his dad's head cradled in his lap. As Scott lined his dick up with Alan's hole, Rick rubbed the side of his dad's face.
"Your little boy's not so little, pops. That cock is going to split you in two." Rick said, "At least after today, you can brag to all your fag friends that both of your sons have had your ass. Think how proud they'll be."
As Alan thought about what his buddies would think if they knew that he was having sex with his sons, an incredible amount of shame overtook him. His face turned red.
"You ready, Scott?" Rick asked not paying attention to his dad's emotional turmoil.
"I think so." Scott said. He looked nervous. It was weird to be coached through his first time fucking.
"Go for it."
Scott pushed forward a little bit. He would have been fine with a girl, but invading an ass took more pressure.
"Shove it in, bro." Rick encouraged.
Scott bared down and his cock blasted through the resistance. Four solid, thick inches plunged into Alan's body. Alan groaned loudly and squirmed as his son's cock, by far the thickest he'd ever taken, stretched him out in unimaginable ways.
"That's right, dad. Your little boy's all grown up." Rick said.
Scott couldn't believe the way his cock felt. It felt warm, and tight, and insanely good all at once. His dad's asshole gripped his dick, like it was pulling him in. He thought that sex would be like jacking off, only better. Instead, it was completely different.
"Look at him." Rick said to Alan, "Thank him."
Alan looked at his younger son, who didn't seem so young at the moment. The muscles along his shoulders and upper arms were striated and bulging. The veins in his forearms throbbed as he grabbed at Alan's hips.
"Thanks son."
"Fuck," Scott moaned. "This is insane."
"Now you know why Lou and I like to keep a fag like this on hand. Once you get a taste," Rick said, "You're going to want this all the time."
"Hmmm . . ." Scott grumbled.
Slowly, he started to push forward again, and the last few inches of his dick snaked into Alan's ass. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he groaned as he rubbed his pubic bush against his dad's body. Then nature took over, and Scott started to thrust in and out of his dad's hole. His eyes were almost closed, and sweat ran down his neck. He concentrated on the fuck job, trying not to screw it up.
Rick climbed over his dad and let his ten-incher flop onto Alan's face. Alan opened his mouth and twisted his head until he got a taste of Rick's dick.
"Nice job, pops," Rick said, "You've got both of your boys in you now."
Even though Alan had a cock in his mouth, Rick noticed a grin form at the corners of his mouth.
"Fucking slut." Rick said as he slapped Alan against the face.
Rick then looked up at his brother. "The thing you're going to learn, Scotty, is that fags like it hard. Especially this fag. And he can take it. So don't be afraid to really give it to him."
Rick shoved his cock forward until Alan choked on it. When he pulled out, it was covered with spit and throat slime. He slapped Alan across the face with his hard dick and rubbed his nuts all over his dad's forehead. At the same time, Scott picked up the pace. He slammed in and out of his dad's ass, grinding down each and every time. His fingers dug into Alan's thighs and his knuckles turned white. Rick knew that when Scott finally found his groove, he'd be a powerful fuck.
Rick watched as Scott's body tightened. Though he was only five minutes in, he was close to cumming. Still, not bad for a fifteen year old virgin.
"You gonna blow your load Scott?" Rick asked.
Scott looked back at him with a wavy, half-drunk smile.
"Earn it fag." Rick said to his dad.
"Please give me your cum, son." Alan said. Rick slapped him hard, "Not good enough."
Alan remembered what had happened the last time he didn't do a good enough job begging Rick for his cum. He'd lost the load.
"Please, Scott, seed my hole. Shoot your load deep inside of me, son. Please give it to me."
Scott, who had been quiet thus far, suddenly unleashed a torrent of smut. "You like my thick dick in your ass, don't you fag. Stretching you out. I'm going to shoot my load so deep inside of you, you're gonna be shitting it out for days."
"Give it to me. Please," Alan drew out the last word as Scott slammed back into him and ground into his ass.
"Here it is, dad." Scott yelled as he collapsed into Alan's body.
Rick watched as Scott's ass cheeks tightened and then relaxed. He was dropping a huge load into their dad. Scott didn't say anything, and his head hung down next to Rick's huge cock. For a second, Rick considered moving his dick in front of Scott's mouth just to see if it would happen. He'd seen it before. Guys that will never suck your dick will nurse on it while they cum. He decided against it, not wanting to mess up Scott's first time.
When Scott was done, he pulled out of Alan and jumped off of his bed.
"How was it?" Rick asked.
"Awesome." Scott said as he caught his breath.
Rick grabbed Alan's legs and pulled them back, lifting his ass up. "Check out the damage you did, bro."
Alan's hole was red and gaped open. A smear of Scott's cum was white against the pink flesh. As Rick leaned forward, his balls hung over Alan's mouth, and his dad started tonguing his nuts. Rick quickly grabbed Alan by the neck, choking him. "Get your mouth off my nuts, slut. No freebies."
Rick had planned to pound his dad in front of Scott, to show him just how to give it to the guy, but he looked at his phone and realized that their mom would be home soon. "Fuck," he growled. He turned to his dad, "You come to my room tonight to take care of me." Then he turned to Scott. "Good job, bro. You've got a knack for this."
Scott looked embarrassed. Rick had seen it before. Lots of guys felt guilty after messing around with a dude. Scott would get over it when his desire to fuck overcame his desire to maintain a certain understanding of his heterosexuality.
The brothers dressed and soon were sitting on the side of the bed talking. Alan, his ass aching and leaking cum, wanted to hang out with his boys, but knew that Rick would kick him out. Hoping to save himself that eventual embarrassment, he took his leave and left to clean up.
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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
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Dad's Proper Place, Part 8
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"You know, Scotty, Lou used to wrestle." Rick said to his little brother, "I bet he'd be willing to teach you some moves."
Though Rick and Scott didn't normally spend time together, Rick had been hanging around him more and more over the last week. He thought that if he could get Scott to look up to him, it would make Scott's introduction to their dad's 'special talents' a lot easier. He'd also decided that Lou was the right guy to lay the foundation.
"You think?" Scott asked.
Since he began to go to the same school as Rick, Scott had idolized Rick and his friends. They were the top dogs, with all the girls and all the influence. Scott hoped to take their place when he was a senior. He was slowly developing the body, and he did OK with the girls so far. The more time he spent with Rick and his friends, the better he would get at handling social situations and being cool.
"Yeah, maybe tomorrow." Rick said.
The next afternoon, Scott met up with Lou after school. They played around in the gym, trying out various wrestling moves, and then they lifted together in the weight-room. When they were done, they went into the school's locker-room to change.
Lou stripped off his shirt. His muscles, gleaming with sweat, were pumped up and bulging. He had some hair on his chest which gave him an incredibly masculine look, and his skin was a deep brown. He glanced at Scott and caught him staring. Scott saw him notice and turned away.
"Sorry man," Scott said, "I just really want a body like that someday."
"You're well on your way, dude." Lou said. "If you keep working out, you'll look better than me. I didn't start as young as you are now."
Scott stood about 5 foot 11 inches and had a thick, broad build. His shoulders were broad and he had a tight waist. From the side, his chest looked deep and wide. After beginning wrestling practice, he'd been putting on muscle faster than he knew possible. He was lean and wiry, with rippling, vascular, musculature. He was proud of the way he looked, but he was nowhere near as built up as Lou.
"You must get so many chicks. Do you have a girlfriend?" Scott asked.
"I'm not hurting for action." Lou said, "But I'm not really focused on getting a girlfriend right now."
"But you still get laid?" Scott asked, fascinated by the opportunity to talk to the older guy about sex.
"You don't need a girlfriend to have sex." Lou said, "I take it you're having a hard time finding someone to put out."
"Yeah, girls my age aren't into sex yet." Scott said.
Lou paused for a moment. Rick had asked him to broach a particular topic with his little brother if the moment arose, and this seemed to be the moment.
"Hasn't Rick told you about the other options?" Lou asked softly.
"You mean like jacking off?"
"No, I mean . . ." Lou looked down at the ground and then back up to Scott, "Fags, man. Dudes who'll suck your balls, lick your asshole, basically do anything for your cock."
Scott jumped back. "I'm not gay, man."
"Believe it or not, that'll make them like you even more." Lou said, "Look, Rick and I, Wrenn, we've all got guys draining our balls. Girls don't want to do it, so why not let these dudes?"
"Cause it's gay, man." Scott said.
"We're not dating them, dude." Lou said. He sat down on a bench next to Scott and lowered his voice, "These guys, they'll do anything for your nut. Anything. All you have do to is tell them to come and get it, and they will literally be your slave. They'll do your homework, clean your room, whatever you want. Just so they can get a taste of your cock. And you get a fucking amazing blowjob in return. You should think about it."
"Yeah, right. So what am I supposed to do, start asking around?"
"They're easy to spot. First, they always want to be around guys like you, and you can see them undress other guys with there eyes. They glare at them like dogs waiting for a meal. Sometimes, they'll get in real close and you can see their nostrils flare as they smell a guy. They want to be your friend, the guy you always turn to, because they're hoping that someday you'll turn to them for sex. Once you're looking, you find them everywhere."
"I don't know any guys like that." Scott said.
"Sure you do. Just look around. They don't have to act gay. Hell, some of them even say they're straight. But as soon as you give them a chance to suck your cock, you'll see it in their eyes. Just a little hint and you'll have them hooked. A normal gay guy might suck your cock, but a fag will become your sex slave. That's what you need."
As Lou was driving him home, Scott realized that he did know someone who sort of fit the profile. His dad acted that way around Rick's friends. Of course, his dad had admitted to him that he might be into guys, so it made sense. Still, he couldn't imagine that his dad would act the way Lou said these guys would.
Meanwhile, back at home, Rick was laying out the second part of his plan. He pulled Alan into his bedroom and told him that he had a new challenge. This time there was no reward, but the consequences of refusing would be severe.
"I want you to let Scotty catch you jerking off again. This time be in my bed playing with these."
Rick tossed him a Ziploc bag that had a pair of his briefs in it. "I wore those all last week. You'll be in fag heaven."
"Rick, Scott's already starting to think I'm some kind of pervert."
Rick considered throwing a punch to remind his dad not to talk back. Instead he shrugged his shoulders. "You are some kind of pervert, and he's going to find out exactly what kind."
"Tomorrow." Rick called as he ran down the stairs and out of the house.
The next day Alan paced the main floor of the house as he considered what to do. He knew that eventually Rick was going to bring things to a head with Scott. Right now, it seemed like his eldest son was playing for time while he figured out how to inform Scott of their special relationship. In the meantime, he was set on humiliating Alan in all sorts of ways.
He decided that putting up a fight would probably result in him being denied access to Rick and his friends. So Alan waited until Scott was supposed to come home, then went up to Rick's bedroom and stripped off his clothes.
He lay down in Rick's bed and rolled over, grinding his already hard cock into the sheets. He could smell Rick. This was his favorite version of his son's musk. Not the sweaty stink of his body when he came home from the gym, but the mellow, testosterone-laced odor of his boy when he woke up in the morning.
Rolling over onto his back, he grabbed the Ziploc bag that Rick had given him and pulled out his son's briefs. The front of the bright blue briefs was crusty with cum, and the smell of Rick's junk hit him before he had a chance to bring the shorts up to his nose.
His cock was rock hard and a stream of precum ran down the side. He grabbed it and smeared the juice over the glans. He dropped Rick's gear onto his neck, and then twisted his nipple with his free hand. In his head, Rick was on top of him, biting down on his chest. His hands kept up with his imagination, matching each imaginary bite with a hard twist on his nipples. The smell of Rick's body rising the bed and the briefs took him deeper into the fantasy. Soon he moved his hand from his cock to his ass. As he imagined Rick sliding into him, he shoved two fingers into his well-used hole. He finger-fucked himself and brutalized his nipples. He leaned forward and pulled Rick's shorts up onto his face with his teeth. He mouthed the salty fabric, sucking up the remnants of Ricks' cum.
The whole situation was too much. Rick hadn't lied when he said that Alan would be in fag heaven. Before he knew what was going on, his cock was ready to explode. A few more pumps and he'd be there. He pounded away at his hole, putting himself right on the edge of orgasm.
"What's up dad?" Scott said loudly.
Alan's eyes opened and he bolted upright. Scott stood in the doorway staring at him. Alan stared back and knew it was too late. His dick exploded in his hand as he gazed at his younger son. Suddenly, the object of his fantasy was replaced and instead of imagining Rick's mature, developed body, he looked at his fifteen year-old son's lithe form: the growing muscles of his arms and chest, shown off by his tank-top, and the thick trunks of his strong legs. His mouth hung open as he gazed at Scott and shot a wad of cum all over his fist.
Scott silently stepped into the room and looked at the underwear. "Those Rick's?" he asked.
"Scott, I can . . .." Alan was at a loss for words. What was there to explain. There was cum on his hand and he was laying naked in his son's bed.
"You don't have to explain." Scott said, "In fact, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on."
"It's uh . . ."
"You're one of them." Scott said. He was smiling from ear to ear. Alan knew that smile. It was the same smile he'd seen on Rick's face the day he caught him in the bathroom with his clothes.
"I don't know what you mean." Alan said as he grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on.
"Lou told me all about this." Scott said.
"Lou told you about us?" Alan asked, his face glowing red. He figured Rick would be the one to tell Scott. Why would Lou?
"No fucking way." Scott said, "You're the fag that Lou is fucking?"
The word 'fag', coming from his younger son's mouth, cut Alan to the core. He wanted to say something, to punish him, but he couldn't. As a result of Rick's training, when sex was in the air he felt way too submissive to fight for himself.
"Man, when Lou told me about guys like you, I didn't really believe him. So you're really sucking his dick?"
Alan nodded slowly.
"Who else?"
"Wrenn." Alan paused. He wasn't going to name Rick unless he was asked directly.
"That guy's a beast." Scott exclaimed. "So you're blowing Rick's friends behind his back. What, do you wait until he goes to the bathroom and then dive on their cocks?"
"Something like that." Alan said.
"And you must have a thing for Rick too, seeing that, well, seeing that you're in here."
"Scott . . ."
"Do you have a thing for me too?" Scott asked. When he asked, he lacked confidence. He wasn't sure if he was hot enough to be the object of his dad's affection. He honestly thought that he might not be hot enough. The weakness in his voice gave him away.
"Scott, I think we should talk about this another time." Alan said. He still had cum on his hand, and his dick was getting hard again.
"You don't have to answer, dad." Scott said, sounding more confident. "I saw it when I walked in. You weren't thinking about Rick when you shot that load."
"I . . . uh . . . well you're a good looking guy." Alan stuttered.
As he saw shame wash over his dad's face, Scott's dick got hard. He couldn't believe how horny being in a position of power made him. He'd just gotten the guy to admit that he liked looking at him. Suddenly, Lou's words were back in his head. These guys will do almost anything for a taste of cock.
"I know I'm a good looking guy." Scott said. "You were thinking about my dick when you came, weren't you? You want to know what I'm packing?"
"No, I swear," Alan said.
"Don't lie to me dad."
Alan hesitated. "Alright, I was thinking about you."
"What about me?" Scott said. He was taunting and playful again as he found his voice.
"Nothing really, I was just thinking about your body." Alan said.
"That's kind of sick, dad. I'm your son."
Alan's face turned red again and his skin burned. He'd expected Scott to catch him and then walk out in disgust. Instead, he'd stayed to taunt him. If this was what Rick had been aiming for, he was getting his wish.
"What do you do with Lou and Wrenn?" Scott asked.
"I, uh . . ." Alan wasn't sure if he should give details. "I . . . do whatever they want."
"Anything?"
"Pretty much." Alan said. "Look, Scott, I don't really want to talk about . . . "
"Unless you want me to tell Rick that you're jacking off with his clothes, you're going to talk about what I want to talk about." Scott said sharply.
Alan was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The only way to get out of the situation was to admit that he didn't care if Rick found out. Then Scott would probably piece things together, at least figuring out that Alan had already been caught by Rick.
"Scott . . ."
"Fuck." Scott said. There was a conflicted look on his face that slowly turned into a big smile. "Fuck, you really are one of them. A cock-sucker just like Lou said."
Scott's hand moved between his legs as he grabbed his dick. It was just a small motion, and he probably didn't think that Alan would notice.
"Are you any good?" Scott asked.
"At what?"
"At sucking cock, dad?"
"Yeah, I think I'm pretty good." Alan said, no longer attempting to dodge his son's questions.
"You know, I've never had a blowjob." Scott said.
Alan studied his son. It didn't seem possible. Scott was fifteen and very well-developed. He could have gotten any girl he wanted. Perhaps, unlike Rick, he hadn't developed a game yet. Rick had always been able to pull girls in with his magnetic smile and his attitude. Scott had been much shyer until this year.
"Your time will come, son." Alan said, trying to restore the dad / son dynamic.
Scott kneaded the lump in his pants. "I'm kind of sick of waiting."
Alan's face turned white. He knew where this was going. What impressed him was that Scott was so direct in his request. Even Rick had to hide his desire behind anger.
"You want it." Scott stated as he palmed his junk and lifted it. "Don't lie."
Alan nodded.
"Let's go to my bedroom. You don't want to get caught by Rick." Scott laughed, "He'd probably kick your ass. Mine too."
They walked into Scott's bedroom. Scott had slowly removing all of the childish elements, and it had been transformed into the room of a teenager. It even smelled like a teenager.
As soon as they entered, it became clear to Alan that Scott didn't know what to do. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Alan remembered that this was his son's first sexual experience. He would have to set the pace.
"Sit down at your desk, Scott." Alan said.
Scott did as he was told. The bulge in his gym-shorts had turned into a full on tent, and the outline of his dick snaked to the side. Alan wondered what it looked like. He knew that Scott was uncut, but he hadn't seen his boy naked in at least five years.
Scott turned toward his dad. Alan looked him in the eyes, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"I'm sure." Scott said without a moment's hesitation.
"Alright, just sit back." Alan said.
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Rick entered the house quietly and dropped his keys on the counter. He climbed the stairs two at a time and was surprised that he didn't hear any voices. He'd expected some drama, but maybe Scott was so freaked out that he'd left. When Rick got to his room, he was surprised to see that Alan wasn't there. What's more, the briefs that he'd sweated up were sitting on the bed. Alan wouldn't let a prize like that go for nothing.
He walked into the hallway. The door to the master bedroom was open, and he peeked in. It was empty. Then he moved to Scott's door and quietly pressed his ear against it. It took about ten seconds before he heard Scott moan. He thought his brother might be beating off until he heard his dad's voice ask Scott if he liked it. Scott moaned again.
Rick inched open the door. Scott was sitting at his desk with his dad's head between his legs. His hands hung at his sides, while his dad's hands felt up Scott's hard stomach. Scott's tongue was hanging out of his head while he got what Rick assumed was the best blowjob of his young life.
He watched for a minute before pushing the door open. Scott looked up, saw him, and quickly jumped out of the chair. Alan stayed put on the floor and gazed up at his oldest son. Rick turned to Scott.
"He's good, isn't he?" he asked.
Scott looked back at him perplexed. Rick continued, "Don't worry, bro. I've been using dad's mouth for a while. So have half of my friends."
Rick walked toward Alan. He stuck a finger in his dad's mouth and pulled open his jaw. Scott watched as his dad reflexively sucked on Rick's finger.
"Did Scott make you do this or did you ask him?" Rick asked his dad.
Scott answered, "He was sniffing your underwear and jerking off in your bed. I figured that if he wanted cock, he should suck mine."
"Good man, Scott." Rick said, "But you've got some learning to do if you really want to get the most out of him. You can't let him run the show like that."
Scott stared at him blankly.
"You have to stay in control." Rick said. “Don't let him feel you up. Your body is a treat that he only gets when he deserves it."
"I uh . . ." Scott said, "I just wanted a blowjob."
Rick smiled, "You have no idea how much fun you're going to have. Let me show you. Get over here pops." Rick said as he unzipped his fly. His ten inch dick was already half-hard. "Get on my cock."
Alan wrapped his lips around his son's meat. Rick wasted no time. "You can use him to get off." Rick said to Scott. "However you want."
Rick grabbed onto his dad's ears and thrust his hips forward. He jammed his cock down Alan's throat and held him there. For the first five seconds, he stayed there with his nose buried in his boy's pubes, then he started to struggle. "Fuck that feels good." Rick said as his dad thrashed about. "You try it."
Rick grabbed Alan by the hair, pulling him off of his cock and pushing him backward. Alan stayed on the floor, panting.
"C'mon Scott, give it to him."
Scott walked over to his dad, and put his cock in front of his old man. Alan took it into his mouth. "Go for it." Rick said.
Scott tentatively grabbed onto his Alan's head. Then he pulled him downward. His cock slipped into his dad's throat and incredible feelings of pleasure shot up his spine.
"Holy fuck." Scott groaned.
"Use him." Rick whispered. "Fuck his face."
Slowly Scott moved his hips back and forth. Alan masterfully took the cock in his throat. As Scott picked up the pace, it became more difficult and soon he coughed and spit out his son's cock. Scott's beer can thick, seven inch cock sprung up and slammed against his abs.
"Don't let him get away with that shit." Rick said, "You're in control."
Thinking that Scott wouldn't have the guts to really lay into his dad, Rick walked forward and grabbed Alan by the hair. With his free hand he grabbed Scott's cock and shoved it inside of Alan's mouth. Then he grabbed Scott's hand and put it on the back of his dad's head. With Scott's hand under his, he pushed Alan down onto his little brother's cock. Rick waited until Alan struggled.
"Show him who the boss is." Rick said to Scott.
He felt Scott's fingers tighten underneath his hand and he moved away. Scott kept Alan's head down for another few seconds before letting him up. Then, just as Alan pulled away, Scott grabbed his thick cock by the base and slapped Alan across the face.
"Nice." Rick said.
Scott kept pulling at his dick while his dad licked at whatever he could. Sometimes he hit the head, other times he licked Scott's hand as it moved up and down his shaft.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum." Scott mumbled.
"No, you're not." Rick said as he pulled Alan away. Scott's dick pulsed and bounced up and down.
"What the fuck, dude?"
"That load is not going in Dad's mouth." Rick said. Then he turned to Alan, "Get on the bed dad."
"You want me to fuck him?" Scott asked.
"You ever fucked a dude before, Scott?"
"No, I've never . . ."
"This is your first time, huh? I thought it might be. Well, you can let all that pent up teenage aggression out, cause dad can take it. Come over here."
"What you want to do, the first time you screw a fag, is to really let him have it. Just spit on your cock and shove it in. It's going to hurt him, but that lets him know that he's yours. A fag's brain doesn't work the way yours does. The more you abuse him, the more he'll crave your affection. If you strike the right balance, he'll be yours for life."
"So, uh, what do I do?" Scott asked.
Rick spread open Alan's ass cheeks. "You stick your dick in there. You'll know what to do after that."
Scott got between Alan's legs, and Rick sat up above him with his dad's head cradled in his lap. As Scott lined his dick up with Alan's hole, Rick rubbed the side of his dad's face.
"Your little boy's not so little, pops. That cock is going to split you in two." Rick said, "At least after today, you can brag to all your fag friends that both of your sons have had your ass. Think how proud they'll be."
As Alan thought about what his buddies would think if they knew that he was having sex with his sons, an incredible amount of shame overtook him. His face turned red.
"You ready, Scott?" Rick asked not paying attention to his dad's emotional turmoil.
"I think so." Scott said. He looked nervous. It was weird to be coached through his first time fucking.
"Go for it."
Scott pushed forward a little bit. He would have been fine with a girl, but invading an ass took more pressure.
"Shove it in, bro." Rick encouraged.
Scott bared down and his cock blasted through the resistance. Four solid, thick inches plunged into Alan's body. Alan groaned loudly and squirmed as his son's cock, by far the thickest he'd ever taken, stretched him out in unimaginable ways.
"That's right, dad. Your little boy's all grown up." Rick said.
Scott couldn't believe the way his cock felt. It felt warm, and tight, and insanely good all at once. His dad's asshole gripped his dick, like it was pulling him in. He thought that sex would be like jacking off, only better. Instead, it was completely different.
"Look at him." Rick said to Alan, "Thank him."
Alan looked at his younger son, who didn't seem so young at the moment. The muscles along his shoulders and upper arms were striated and bulging. The veins in his forearms throbbed as he grabbed at Alan's hips.
"Thanks son."
"Fuck," Scott moaned. "This is insane."
"Now you know why Lou and I like to keep a fag like this on hand. Once you get a taste," Rick said, "You're going to want this all the time."
"Hmmm . . ." Scott grumbled.
Slowly, he started to push forward again, and the last few inches of his dick snaked into Alan's ass. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he groaned as he rubbed his pubic bush against his dad's body. Then nature took over, and Scott started to thrust in and out of his dad's hole. His eyes were almost closed, and sweat ran down his neck. He concentrated on the fuck job, trying not to screw it up.
Rick climbed over his dad and let his ten-incher flop onto Alan's face. Alan opened his mouth and twisted his head until he got a taste of Rick's dick.
"Nice job, pops," Rick said, "You've got both of your boys in you now."
Even though Alan had a cock in his mouth, Rick noticed a grin form at the corners of his mouth.
"Fucking slut." Rick said as he slapped Alan against the face.
Rick then looked up at his brother. "The thing you're going to learn, Scotty, is that fags like it hard. Especially this fag. And he can take it. So don't be afraid to really give it to him."
Rick shoved his cock forward until Alan choked on it. When he pulled out, it was covered with spit and throat slime. He slapped Alan across the face with his hard dick and rubbed his nuts all over his dad's forehead. At the same time, Scott picked up the pace. He slammed in and out of his dad's ass, grinding down each and every time. His fingers dug into Alan's thighs and his knuckles turned white. Rick knew that when Scott finally found his groove, he'd be a powerful fuck.
Rick watched as Scott's body tightened. Though he was only five minutes in, he was close to cumming. Still, not bad for a fifteen year old virgin.
"You gonna blow your load Scott?" Rick asked.
Scott looked back at him with a wavy, half-drunk smile.
"Earn it fag." Rick said to his dad.
"Please give me your cum, son." Alan said. Rick slapped him hard, "Not good enough."
Alan remembered what had happened the last time he didn't do a good enough job begging Rick for his cum. He'd lost the load.
"Please, Scott, seed my hole. Shoot your load deep inside of me, son. Please give it to me."
Scott, who had been quiet thus far, suddenly unleashed a torrent of smut. "You like my thick dick in your ass, don't you fag. Stretching you out. I'm going to shoot my load so deep inside of you, you're gonna be shitting it out for days."
"Give it to me. Please," Alan drew out the last word as Scott slammed back into him and ground into his ass.
"Here it is, dad." Scott yelled as he collapsed into Alan's body.
Rick watched as Scott's ass cheeks tightened and then relaxed. He was dropping a huge load into their dad. Scott didn't say anything, and his head hung down next to Rick's huge cock. For a second, Rick considered moving his dick in front of Scott's mouth just to see if it would happen. He'd seen it before. Guys that will never suck your dick will nurse on it while they cum. He decided against it, not wanting to mess up Scott's first time.
When Scott was done, he pulled out of Alan and jumped off of his bed.
"How was it?" Rick asked.
"Awesome." Scott said as he caught his breath.
Rick grabbed Alan's legs and pulled them back, lifting his ass up. "Check out the damage you did, bro."
Alan's hole was red and gaped open. A smear of Scott's cum was white against the pink flesh. As Rick leaned forward, his balls hung over Alan's mouth, and his dad started tonguing his nuts. Rick quickly grabbed Alan by the neck, choking him. "Get your mouth off my nuts, slut. No freebies."
Rick had planned to pound his dad in front of Scott, to show him just how to give it to the guy, but he looked at his phone and realized that their mom would be home soon. "Fuck," he growled. He turned to his dad, "You come to my room tonight to take care of me." Then he turned to Scott. "Good job, bro. You've got a knack for this."
Scott looked embarrassed. Rick had seen it before. Lots of guys felt guilty after messing around with a dude. Scott would get over it when his desire to fuck overcame his desire to maintain a certain understanding of his heterosexuality.
The brothers dressed and soon were sitting on the side of the bed talking. Alan, his ass aching and leaking cum, wanted to hang out with his boys, but knew that Rick would kick him out. Hoping to save himself that eventual embarrassment, he took his leave and left to clean up.
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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
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