Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 7

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Sean's obsession with Chaz only increased over the next week. The two guys continued to hook up almost every day after school and Sean was still sucking off Sam during the school day. Chaz reminded Sean frequently that he had no desire for a boyfriend, and Sean seemed ok with that at first. He was happy to play around with a  hot guy, and Chaz actually played with him back. Sean was now getting his dick sucked pretty regularly, and, as long as he behaved at home, I was ok with that.
   
The one thing that I absolutely did not allow was for Sean to fuck Chaz. I reminded him every night as I drilled him that his dick wasn't made for fucking. I whispered it in his ear as I drove my load home, letting him know that his body exists to help men get off. No matter how much Chaz wanted it, Sean was absolutely forbidden from giving it to him.

Chaz wanted it, but it was pretty clear that he didn't want it from Sean. During almost every encounter Chaz had with my son, he talked about me, dropping hints that he thought I was sexy. Sean played into the comments and talked me up. Finally, I told Sean that he should ask Chaz over after school. A few days later, Chaz was sitting at our kitchen table. Sean was “running late,” and I was alone with Chaz.

With young guys, I have a strategy. They want you to seem mature, to be a daddy type, but also want you to be sexy. I put on some hot gear that really hugged my ass and showed off my thick, hairy legs, and an expensive white t shirt. In the mirror, I thought I looked pretty sexy. I looked my age, but fit and well put together.

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 5

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About a month after Sean's conversion into my sex toy, I sat once again in the living-room brooding because he hadn't come home. I'd gotten more lenient about his curfew over the last few weeks. As he'd become more responsible and accustomed to being told what to do, I had started to give him more freedom. Today, he'd told me he would be home by midnight. Now it was two in the morning and he still wasn't here. He hadn't texted me, and he hadn't responded to any of my texts.

As I felt my anger grow, headlights played across the front windows. A few moments later, Sean walked into the house.

"Hey pops," he said with a smile. His hair was messed up and his shirt was badly buttoned. "Sorry, my phone died."

"Where were you?" I asked sternly.

"I told you, Sam had a party. He didn't want me to leave." He flashed me a crooked grin, almost like he was showing off. He'd sucked Sam's dick, and he was proud of it.

"No excuse." I growled.

"Yeah," he said, flashing his smile again, "You gonna punish me?"

"Damn right I am."

Gym Buddies, Part 1

Here's something new. More Teaching My Son a Lesson later this week.

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I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with Dylan and Jordan  the first time I met them. I was new to town and worked out at a small, local gym. It lacked the  amenities of the big corporate gyms, but the clientele was a good mix of guys and everyone was friendly.  At 28 years old, I no longer loved working out with guys who were ten years younger than me and twice as strong, and most afternoons, I found myself lifting with retirees, cops, and firefighters.

Dylan and Jordan were neither. Both were in their early twenties and students at the local university. While it cost them more to work out off campus, our gym wasn't nearly as crowded . There were a few other guys around the same age, but they definitely not the norm.

From the moment I first started working out with them, I used every opportunity I could find to check them out. They were both beautiful men.  Dylan was huge, around six foot two or three with a thick chest, narrow waist, and huge legs. His face was clean shaven and he wore a ball-cap almost all of the time. He liked to wear sleeveless shirts that showed off his arms and chest, both of which were tanned a light golden brown. Jordan was around 5'11", but looked tiny next to Dylan. He had longish light brown hair that he carefully styled. In between sets he played with it, messing it up a little while he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a smaller frame that was bulky with muscles. He was built like a superhero, balanced but with a lot of mass on top and not much below.

I was kind of lecherous when these guys were around. Young, built, and seemingly straight they were both out of my league. That didn't stop me from gazing at them and replenishing my spank bank with images of their bodies. Everyday, religiously, they worked out together, and I quickly shifted my schedule to match theirs. If they had noticed me staring, they didn't seem to care, and after a week, we were nodding at each other when we passed in the locker room.

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 4

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I woke up early the next day and made breakfast for Sean. I heard the shower running and then he walked into the kitchen with a towel tied around his narrow waist. I walked up to him, tweaked one of his nipples, and then pulled the towel away. He made a move to cover up his cock before he remembered that I'd seen it all before. I reached out and fondled him gently.

"No underwear today." I said, "And wear something loose so that Sam can see your boner."

"Dad," he said in a whiny voice, "I think Sam is just fucking with me."

"If you're lucky he's going to be fucking with you, Sean. You're going to taste your second cock today and find out how another man puts it to a guy like you. Are you excited?"

He blushed bright red. "Yeah."

"That's my boy." I said as I opened up my bathrobe. My cock was half-hard and the glans was swollen. It looked pretty big, and I saw Sean's tongue lick his upper lip. "Why don't you practice one last time, boy."

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 3

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For about two weeks, I left Sean alone. I wanted him to ask for my cock, maybe even to beg me for it. He needed to understand that he wasn't spreading his legs for me because I was taking advantage of him or forcing him. He had to want it himself. I even started to fuck a woman I knew from work to make him jealous. After about ten days, I knew it was working. As I was eating breakfast on Thursday, he asked me if I was going to be around that night. I told him I had other things to do.

During all of this time, I continued to find little ways to remind him of what he was. When he got home from the gym, I complimented him on his body, reminding him that good men expect their boys to keep in shape. When he came home from working out with his friends, I'd tease him about wanting to suck their dicks and ask him if any of his buddies suspected he was a cocksucker. Usually he blushed and didn't answer. Sometimes he shook his head before going to his room.

Best of all, he was finally obedient and friendly around the house. His chores were done, he obeyed curfew, and he never lipped off. Our relationship was about as good as it had ever been. Maybe that was because he knew that if he put one toe out of line, he'd have my cock in his ass again. Maybe he was afraid of what that would mean for him.

On Thursday night I scheduled a date with the woman I was screwing and took her out for dinner. I told Sean I would be out late. Instead, I came home with her early to surprise him. It was about ten o'clock, and he was sitting on his bed studying. I was surprised and a little disappointed. If he didn't fuck up or ask me to fuck him, I wasn't going to see his ass again.

Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 2

Thanks to the guys who caught the problem with the name. I had it as Luke in the original version, but changed it at the last minute. I meant to find / replace it before I posted part 2, but forgot before I sent it in. Should be good now. Thanks.

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The next morning, I woke up with a lingering headache and a raging hard on. I'd dreamed about Sean all night long, my mind spinning off endless fantasies. I knew that he would continue to resist me and that I had to play my game carefully. Technically, if Sean wanted to go back and live with his mother, there was nothing I could do to stop to him. The law wasn't exactly on the side of a father who has sex with his son, even if it was halfway consensual.

I'd only slept for a few hours. I walked down the hall, took a long piss, and then walked into Sean's room. He was laying on his bed, his beautiful muscular ass on display. I gazed at it for a moment and then walked to the bed.  He'd been plenty drunk the night before, and he was dead to the world. His dick was pressed backward between his legs, tucked under his balls. I reached down and touched it softly. While I was a fairly aggressive top, I got off on a guy's body and wasn't afraid to show it. My son was a stud, and I wait to devour his cock and tear into his ass.

I eye-raped him for a couple minutes, just gazing at every part of his body. One of his hands was draped above his head. I knelt down next to him and pressed my face into his hairy pit. Fuck he smelt good. I kissed the skin and then made for the door. Before I did, I walked to the pile of clothes he'd dropped on the ground and picked up his briefs. No sense letting them go to waste.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 14

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Rick had just offered up his dad to the highest bidder. He didn’t' think any of the guys in the room had much that he wanted, but that was sort of the point. What would be more humiliating to his dad than to be traded for a couple of bucks or the number of some chick that he'd been chasing.

Scott and Sam put their heads together for a minute and then Scott looked back. "So, like, I'm really in charge, right? You're not going to keep fucking with him?"

"No interference. If I want dad to suck me, I'll ask you first, just like you ask me now."

Scott smiled from ear to ear. "I'll switch trucks with you." he said, "And we'll do your half of the yard work."

By some sick twist, Rick had a vehicle that was quite a bit older than Scott's and not nearly as cool. His dad bought a new truck when he gave Rick his beater and then bought another new truck when Scott turned sixteen. It wasn't fair, and it had been a major source of argument between him and his dad. He smiled broadly, thinking about getting some new wheels. He didn't care about the yard work, but that would be a nice bonus.

Rick looked toward Wrenn. He was still naked, and his brother Cody was sitting on the floor looking defeated. Like most guys who were new to the degrading service that men like Rick and Wrenn expected, he was feeling guilty about what he had done. It made him look cuter, more fuckable, if that was even possible.

Wrenn just shrugged, "Dude, I don't have a truck or anything to give you." His dick was hard and bouncing in front of him. The guy was a fuck machine and could go for hours. Alan was the only person, male or female, who'd ever been able to keep up. He glanced at Scott, "Guess he's yours man."

Wrenn turned to grab his clothes and saw his brother sitting on the floor. "Hang on." he hollered. He grabbed Cody by the nape of the neck and lifted him up. Then he pushed him toward Rick. "You can have Cody." Wrenn said.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 13

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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."

Dad's Proper Place, Part 12

Changing things up a little in this one.

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"Just wait here, ok?" Rick said as he shut the door to the stall. His dad sat on the toilet, wearing a pair of camo shorts and nothing else. "And pick up your feet. If someone finds you in here, who knows what they'll do."

Alan raised an eyebrow. "I could go for a locker-room gang rape."

"They'd probably think you're a fag and beat your ass." Rick said.

Alan looked down at the floor. Rick grabbed his chin. "Say it.”

Alan smiled a little. "I am a fag."

"That's right. Just follow my instructions, ok?"

"You're sure we're not going to get caught?"

"I told you, I worked it all out with the baseball coach and he worked it out with the custodian. Trust me I know how to get things done."

"What am I supposed to do in here?"

"I don't know, dad. You're going to listen to a couple dozen jocks shoot the shit after they pound their crosstown rivals. I'm sure you'll be beating off before long. Just make sure the you keep quiet. Most of these guys won't take kindly to finding a guy in the stall with his dick in his hand."

Alan looked nervous.

"Quit being such a bitch." Rick said as he walked out of the locker-room. He turned and yelled, "I've got to turn the lights out. Fifteen minutes or so."

Then everything went black.

Dad's Proper Place, Chapter 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.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 10

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After getting boned by his son, Alan cleaned up and returned to the bedroom. He knew enough not to sit on the bed with Rick after they fucked, so he sat on the floor at the base of the bed. Rick slid down and wrapped his feet around this old man's head, kicking him lightly and digging into him with his toes. Alan's cock was hardened as Rick's semen dripped from his asshole.

"I invited a couple of buddies up today." Rick said, "I'm going to go fishing. You should clean this place up before they get here."

With that, Rick bounded into the bathroom to wash up. He pulled on some jeans and an old t-shirt and then headed to the truck to grab his tackle box. In the meantime, Alan looked around the cabin. There wasn't much to clean, but he organized everything and made the bed. Then he started to dust the fixtures and surfaces. He was in a constant state of anxiety that Rick would walk in, and he wouldn't be busy cleaning. The punishment would be severe given Rick's mood. He assumed that the buddies Rick had invited were Lou and Wrenn. Maybe there was someone new. His punishment would probably involve being denied their cocks and then being forced to beg. So, when he finished dusting he started to clean the bathroom.

Rick walked back in. "Check it out pops." He had a stringer of bluegills in his hand. There were six fish, each a decent size. They would make a good dinner for the two of them.

"Good job, son."

"Clean them up while I take a shower, will you?"

Rick handed Alan the string of fish and walked past him into the bathroom. As he passed, Alan smelled Rick's odor and the distinctly fishy smell that came from spending time on the water. Alan cleaned the fish outside. Soon, Rick walked out to join him. He glanced at his phone and then said, "Get dressed, pops. My buddies are almost here."

Dad's Proper Place, Part 9

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

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

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

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

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

Dad's Proper Place, Chapter 2

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When Rick got home from school the following day, he walked by his dad's office, knocked on the door frame a few times, and then went to his bedroom. He waited a minute to see if his dad would follow him. He hadn't yet explained to Alan his expectations and needs, but he hoped he wouldn't need to. His dad had had twenty-four hours to accept his new place in his son's life. In addition to being his father, he was going to be his sex slave. He felt like he had made that clear yesterday and was frustrated when his dad remained in his office.

Impatient, Rick marched back down the hall. They only had an hour or two until his mom came home. There time was limited, and Rick wanted to take advantage of every minute.

"I want you ready when I come home." Rick said, "I had a tough day. What did you do?"

Rick saw his dad blush. It was a low blow. It wasn't Alan's fault that he had been laid off, and even Rick was a little shocked by his meanness. It wasn't the sort of thing he would normally say to his dad, but something about what they were about to do made it feel appropriate.

Dad's Proper Place, Part 1

Hey guys,
Here's the first chapter of a new story focusing on a teenage son taking control of his dad. Let me know if you like it and where you want to see it go.
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Rick was fifteen when he got his dick sucked by a dude for the first time. He was hanging out with a buddy, watching some internet porn, when his friend started to rub his cock. Before long, they both pulled their dicks out and they beat off in front of each other. The next week, when they did it again, Chris stared at Rick's dick. Rick shook it at him, and Chris moved in for the kill. Warm lips locked around Rick's hard cock, and he felt some of the most amazing feelings of his young life.

Chris never once asked Rick to suck him in return. Sometimes Rick would withhold his dick, making Chris work for the privilege to drink his cum. As Chris grew more submissive, Rick grew more dominant. Eventually Chris came out of the closet and didn't want to play anymore, but those early blow-jobs taught Rick a lot about himself. A mouth was a mouth, but the feeling of power that he got when a jock like him was sucking his dick was unbelievable. The more he humiliated the guy, used him like a hole, and called him names, the bigger his orgasm.

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Chapter 5

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On the Monday morning after Coach Perry had given Ryder over to Adam Bates, he wandered through the student union hoping to find Josh. He was well aware that Bates had a tendency to take things way across the line, and he felt the need to do some damage control. Josh was still fragile, and if things went too fast he would become resistant rather than more pliant. Perry's ultimate goal was to make Ryder into a bottom bitch who would serve him at the drop of a hat. That meant he had to keep Ryder in a good head space.

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Chapter 4a

Here is the first half of Chapter 4. A scene between Josh Ryder and Bates is coming soon.

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Adam Bates was nearly overcome with excitement as he walked into Josh Ryder's dorm. For the past few days, the coach had been keeping the boy to himself. No doubt seeding his ass with more cum than Bates could imagine. As promised, Coach Perry had finally turned Ryder over to Bates for some fun with the one condition that the boy's ass was off limits. Bates didn't mind. Girls had assholes too, and they were usually just as tight, but it was rare that to find a girl who would gag on his cock and suck his nuts like a submissive fag would. Ryder's mouth was all he needed.

As he walked through the halls, Bates' dick stiffened up a little. Desire, lust, and aggression flowed through his veins. It was a different feeling. Bates had absolutely no sexual feeling for most of the fags who served them. His relationship with them was more like a business transaction. With Ryder, things were different, because Ryder was a jock like him. He wasn't a worthless fag to be pitied, but a man that needed to be taken down and made to submit. When Bates was with Ryder, he felt like he was a warrior on the battlefield – conquering and fucking.

Earning Big Brother a Promotion, Part 2

Forgot to post this here after I sent it in to Nifty. In this chapter, Evan's big brother Jeff gets in on the action. Happy wanking.

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The next morning Chris fucked Evan again before letting him leave. Evan walked down to the breakfast area where he found his brother Jeff eating alone. There was a moment of embarrassed silence between them.  Neither brother knew how to break the ice. Finally, Jeff said, "Rough night?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle." Evan said, "You could have told me why I was here."

"Shit. He told you?" Jeff asked. "Listen the guy told me he wanted someone young that he could have fun with. I don't exactly know a lot of barely legal gay boys. Plus, I know you're kind of a slut."

"I'm not a slut."

"I'm straight but I'm not stupid, bro. You're hooking up all the time."

"Yeah, maybe I'm a little bit of a slut. That's why I'm so good in bed."  Evan said.

Earning Big Brother a Promotion

Here's a new story that contains sex between an older daddy-type and a nineteen year old. There are also some incest undertones. I'll finish it up in a few parts. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. Charlie

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Twenty-nine year old Jeff eyed his younger brother from across the room, wondering if his plan would work. Ten years his junior, Evan had worshiped Jeff for most of his life, and it would be easy to get him to come with him on the retreat. He wondered how much he should tell Evan. If he told him everything, he might not be willing to come with. If he didn't tell him anything, things could get hairy once they were at the resort.

He looked Evan over from top to bottom. Evan had a lean body with good muscle definition. It was the kind of body that you get when you're active, but not lifting weights all the time. He had piercing blue eyes and light brown hair. There was something very masculine, but almost cute about his face. Jeff didn't know what gay guys usually looked for in men, but he thought his brother was good looking.

"Bro, I need a favor." Jeff said.