AN: Told ya that this chapter would come up faster :) Hope you'll like it!
Also, I know that I'm one day late with posting, but it's Easter and all that (Happy Easter by the way!)
Warnings: one-sided Rick/Morty, masturbation, anal smut, sex toys, horse dick and voyeurism again
More Rick Than You Think – Chapter 3: Horse Dicks Are Amazing
As Rick sat on the couch, barely paying attention to the TV, he wondered what Morty was up to now.
He could bet that the boy was masturbating again. The better question here would be if he was doing some standard shit or if the little bastard was satisfying one of his slightly crazier kinks again.
It wasn't as if Rick was actually waiting for Morty to do that so that he could just spy on the boy again and bust a nut himself.
However, the temptation to check on the boy and see what debauchery he might be up to was too strong for Rick.
So, he found himself on the way up to Morty's room again.
Instead of just waltzing in as he usually did, he halted in front of the door and listened. It was silent. In fact, it was too silent.
As he opened the door, he found the room unsurprisingly empty.
Now, where did the little turd ran off to again?
He checked Summer's room next, again listening before quietly opening the door, but Morty also wasn't in there.
Rick's unibrow curled in thought as he wondered where his grandson had vanished off to.
He was pretty damn sure that Morty didn't come downstairs again, after he went up – unless he sneaked down and out of the house, but why would he do that?
Ergo, the boy must be still somewhere upstairs.
The only room that was left was Beth's and Jerry's bedroom.
'Really, Morty? In your parents' bed?' Rick thought slightly amused as he went to the last door in the hallway.
Again, he tried to only listen instead of opening the door, but he didn't hear anything.
Almost believing that Morty had indeed snuck out of the house and ready to go back downstairs and watch TV again, he suddenly heard something.
There was a little rustling noise.
Not sure if he just imagined it, he listened more intently and after a short while, he was pretty sure that he heard a sigh.
Jackpot! So, the little shit was in there, after all!
And there was no doubt that the boy was doing something deliciously filthy again.
Not wanting to be left out, Rick eased the door open and noticed that if Morty where to turn in the direction of the door right now, he would immediately spot that his grandfather was watching him from the doorway.
Sure, Rick could have invented something by now that would allow him to watch without even having to open doors anymore – for example from his computer in the garage with which he could access the footage of his security system since he had planted cameras all around the house ages ago without anyone else knowing about it – but there was an excitement in trying to do this with the possibility of getting caught that Rick didn't want to give up. Even if the risks were crazily high right now.
As Rick had suspected, Morty was on the bed, already completely naked and visibly hard.
That wasn't the only thing that was on the bed though.
Rick could clearly see that the boy was kneeling over a huge dildo, the tip of the enormous thing was wedged between Morty's soft round cheeks.
At first, Rick wondered if Morty had actually stolen a dildo from his personal collection because the dildos that the scientist had were mostly replicas from alien genitalia – more specifically some of the bigger examples.
However, as he looked closer he could see that the dildo that Morty was trying to fit into his small ass was an anatomically correct replica of a horse's dick from earth.
It must have been Beth's then.
Rick knew that his daughter always had a love for horses – she had ever since she was a little kid – but he didn't think that her love would have actually transformed into a fetish for her.
Then again, with someone like Jerry as a husband it was probably more than normal for her to have developed such fantasies.
Shaking his head, Rick stopped thinking about the kinks of his daughter in favor of watching his grandson taking a huge dildo up the ass.
Now, this didn't go as easy as it sounded.
Without a doubt, Morty had already prepared himself, lubing up his hole and loosening his entrance with four fingers, but even with the stretching, the boy had trouble working even just the tip in.
Morty was visibly struggling, trying to guide the head of the dildo into his opening as he kneeled over it – one hand on his ass to spread his cheeks apart and help opening himself up, the other hand on the sex toy.
The thing was just too big – too thick, actually – to just slide smoothly into him and the boy was starting to get frustrated about the unsuccessfulness of his little mission.
He tried different angles, gyrating his hips as he did. Tried to add more pressure as he just wanted to sit down on it and take it inside him, but it slipped away again.
Morty huffed and his failed attempts were starting to make him exhausted. With this lousy success rate, he was about ready to give up.
Then with one last try, he finally had the right angle and the fake phallus didn't slip up his crack or between his thighs again, but inside him.
"AAH!" Morty moaned loudly as he felt the tip suddenly entering. "Oh shit! Yes!"
If Morty would have been a bit more perceptive he might have heard Rick's soft moan over his own, but thankfully, he didn't.
The old man had already one hand on the bulge in his pants and was slowly kneading it.
'Yeah, that's a good boy. Show grandpa how much of that huge dick you can take, Morty.'
Morty had to take a little pause to get used to the dildo.
His hole stretched to a new limit as he never had something this thick in his ass ever before and his legs were shaking a little as he took deep breaths and tried to relax his muscles around the huge horse dick.
After getting adjusted to the massive girth, he slowly he began to move up and down on it, mewling with each motion and gradually building up to a steady rhythm.
Rick's hand was inside his pants now as he watched the spectacle with baited breath. His tongue glided over his dry and chapped lips and he wanted to see Morty take more – so much more – of that dildo inside his cute little ass. Preferably, all of it even though he knew that it was impossible, but a man can fantasize.
Not 'impossible' in the sense that the feat would be humanly unmanageable. Rick had been together with quite a lot of freaks in his time and he had seen a twink taking a huge 20-inch dildo all the way up his ass. And damn, had that been a sight to see!
Of course, mastering that would take some training and it was also not exactly heathy to take objects that deep into your rectum.
However, Rick did admire Morty's enthusiasm as the boy tried to take the dildo a little bit deeper every time that he dropped down on it.
"Ah! Aah! Fuck!" the brunet cursed softly as he kept on riding the horse dick with vigor.
Hearing his grandson like this was certainly doing things to Rick. Mostly because it was so untypical for the boy to curse.
The scientist had freed his hard cock from his pants in the meantime and as he continued to watch and listen to Morty, he wished he knew what exactly he was thinking about right now. He would have loved it if the boy would just vocalize what exactly was going through his head, so Rick would be able to picture it, too.
Was he actually imagining riding a real horse right now? Being in some filthy stable and taking a real stallion's dick like a little cock-hungry slut?
Considering that the boy had no shame about mating with his own dog, the thought was not too much out there.
Or, could he be thinking about fucking a hunk who just happened to have an oversized cock? Imagining himself in the position of one of the actors in the many porn movies that he watched, who was riding on some muscular guy's hard length?
Rick really would die to know what his grandson had in mind right now.
"Hnngh! Fuck! Fuck! YES!" Morty was moaning a little bit louder now and though Rick was not able to properly see it from where he stood, it was obvious to him that Morty was fisting his own length with his right hand now.
'That dick in your ass not enough for you, Morty?' Rick thought as he saw that.
He almost wanted to tsk-ed at the sight. If he were the one fucking his grandson right now, he'd make Morty cum hands-free.
'That's dangerous territory that you're venturing in, Sanchez.' He mentally scolded himself.
However, it was already too late as he began to imagine himself just walking inside the bedroom right now, opening the door with the kind of grandeur that he usually used when he barged into the boy's room.
Morty would be squeaking in surprise at having been found with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar – though his mom's metaphorical sex toy box sounded more appropriate.
He could just imagine how the boy would begin to stutter out excuses as Rick lifted him off the dildo. Morty's words would die in his throat and be replaced with a delicious moan as Rick would place him in his own lap instead and have him sink down on his hard cock.
"Let grandpa show you how good a real cock feels, Morty." He would whisper in his grandson's ear.
Rick was barely paying attention to the real Morty anymore, as he was lost in his own fantasy now, imagining the boy bouncing on his cock instead of the huge dildo. Even if his length wouldn't fill the boy like that horse dick, he knew that he would make it good for him.
He could do things to his grandson that the little turd could never even imagine in his darkest and filthiest fantasies.
The moment that the real-life Morty yelled out loudly and sat down hard on the dildo, taking it an extra inch deeper and spilling his milky seed all over his parents' bedsheets, in Rick's mind, the boy came on his cock, squeezing tightly around him. That image and the thought that he was the one, who made his grandson cum, was what brought Rick over the edge.
As he found back into reality, he quickly ducked out of the doorway because he noticed that Morty was already busy pulling the sheets off the bed to launder them. Thankfully, he still hadn't turned around and noticed that he had had an audience for his little show.
Filled with shame Rick tucked himself back into his pants and returned to the living room, sitting his ass back on the couch and staring at the TV without really seeing anything.
'I'm so fucked…' he only thought as he pulled out his flask and began to steadily sip from it.
It was one thing to watch your grandson engage into something kinky and get off on it. However, thinking about doing something kinky to your grandson was an entirely different topic.
It was a path that Rick shouldn't even been thinking about stepping on, but he feared that it was already too late for that…
AN: I hope, I can get out the last chapter very soon as well, but it's still in the works right now (though, I've already managed to get to the "good part").