Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2018 14:11:54 -0500
From: roughrawready <roughrawready@gmail.com>
Subject: Anthem, Chapter 20, in the Gay Incest category.

Anthem

Part 20: Dancing With Dynamite

This story is a part of an ongoing series. Anthem plays to my kinks: adult
Dad-son bonding, hairy men, group action, pit worship, piss play,
flipfucking, breed sex, foreskin, the scent of a man. If those things are
not your bag, now's a good time to look elsewhere. Likewise, if you're not
18 years old, please stop reading.

If you got off to my story, shoot me an email to tell me what turned you
on: roughrawready(at)gmail(dot)com

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Previously:

Dad pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud, sloppy slurp. His sonfucker
glistened with my spit, throbbing as it raced hard towards the sky. "Spin
him around," ordered my father, "I gotta cunt my boy's pussy. Show him
who's the real fuckin' alpha."

Rugby Boy pulled his obscenely huge shank out unceremoniously, the abrupt
vacancy making me keenly aware of my ass gape. I stood up to turn around so
I could take Dad's huge prick, but we were interrupted by a dramatic slow
clap and a voice that I immediately recognized.

"Hot damn! Trey Aldine!" The man's tone was cool as a newscaster and
deep. As I spun to see the man, he teased, "I see you boys've met my
nephew."

The man was shorter than me by a full head. Handsome, bearded, hairy as
fuck, built tougher than a hockey puck. A ridiculous, giant package
throbbed along his inner thigh behind his Wranglers.

Rob McCrae. Coach.
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"Fuck, Jerry," he joked, a warmth and feral need clearly in his
eye. Suddenly, the familial similarity between Coach and Rugby Boy was
unmistakable. "If your boy needs dicked down, I want in on a piece of that
action. I got that rain check from last time I mean to cash!"

My Dad gave my high school baseball coach a hard stare as he slowly stroked
his raging, dripping prick. McCrae was lewdly groping his impossibly big
dick through his jeans. Rugby Boy's piece throbbed between his beefy
thighs, a clear thread of jizz leaking from his ball bat-thick cock head.

"If Trey's down for it, you can have a turn, McCrae," Dad drawled
cautiously. A pearl of pre-cum bloomed along the folds of his hooded
Dadcock as he slid his hand up and off his piece. My father grabbed my hips
in a firm grip and pulled my cum-drenched ass back towards his big
sonfucker. "But I need to cunt out my boy first. Your nephew already
stretched him out plenty, and I gotta empty my balls."

The head of Dad's dick found its prize, and my Old Man slid half his bone
into my gape in an easy thrust. The bartender grabbed my shoulder, then
rested another hand on my father's chest, "This is hot as fuck," he warned,
"But y'all can't keep doin' it out in the open. Zip up and follow me. All
of you!" The bartender pulled his hands away, then retreated towards a door
marked EMPLOYEES ONLY in large spray-painted letters.

Rugby Boy, Dad, and me followed behind after pulling up our jeans. Coach
was the last to pass through the door. What passed for the Employee Lounge
was a shithole, a small room dominated by the smell of man-sex, sweat, piss
and old beer. A stained mattress was thrown in a corner on the floor, and
an ancient, busted couch was pushed up against the opposite wall.

The bartender sank his beefy ass onto the sofa, shucking his pants down to
his ankles as he sat. His solid seven-incher was clipped tight and I
spotted the flash of piercings along his hairy ballsac. The bartender had
rugged features, his arms coated in dark tattoos. Silver fur covered the
man's chest and legs. He patted the seat next to him. "If y'all wanna fuck
in here, I expect a live show."

Dad seemed driven by his need, his gaze at me familiar and hungry. "Fine by
me," he spat without looking at the bartender. His focus seemed to rest
solely on me. "Get naked," he demanded in a tone that would brook no
challenge, hauling his fat Daddy dick from his fly as he spoke, "I need
that pussy, boy."

All eyes were suddenly on me. Coach McCrae was unzipping his tight jeans,
his massive cuntsplitter bursting from their confines as soon as he let it
loose. He took a seat on the other end of the couch. Rugby Boy dropped trou
and sat between his uncle and the bartender, all three men stroking their
cocks while they watched what happened next.

I stepped next to the mattress. The smell of old piss and men fucking was
unmistakable, and the scent made my nuts boil with anticipation. I peeled
off my shirt as I kicked off my sneakers. In another quick motion, I pulled
down my jeans and sat down on the filthy mattress to pull them off along
with my socks. Naked in front of all these men, Coach McCrae let out a low
whistle. "Fuckin' A, Aldine," praised the short, hairy man, "That is a
grade-A piece of jock pussy right there."

Dad tossed his tee-shirt off just before falling onto me. Contact with my
father sent an electric charge through my skin, and I moaned loudly as his
hands roamed along my chest and flanks. "Fuck, son," he encouraged,
flashing a quick paternal smile as he met my eye. "You're so fuckin' sexy,
Trey. Flip around, all fours. Show off that cunt for me."

I scrambled beneath my father's weight, pushing myself up on all fours at
first. The three men watching on the sofa grunted their approval as my big
college boy ass came into view. Realizing it would get my Dad off if I
showed off a bit, I flattened my chest and face into the bare mattress.
This arched my back dramatically, exposing my hairy trench to all the men
in the room. I knew this posture made me look particularly slutty, my ass
cheeks spread further to reveal its hidden pink. The bartender and Rugby
Boy gasped audibly as they saw my open hole, my creamy ass split and eager
from my father's perfect fuckin' cock.

Dad climbed on top of me, his palms pressing hard between my shoulder
blades to push me further into the smelly mattress. His legs were spread
wide, propped up on his feet. Dad sank nearly nine inches of Dadmeat deep
in my gut in a single, effortless thrust, grinding his hairy crotch against
my butt as he bottomed out in my cunt. I was grateful that Rugby Boy had
already opened up my chute, because Dad was giving all the signs that he
was not in the mood to hold back. My father quickly pulled free of my hole,
then slammed balls deep so hard my back cracked. Dad repeated this several
times, his big piece getting a taste of my son cunt before showing off my
greedy ass to the three men watching. My hole was a relaxed gape eager for
his fatherly invasion.

After almost a minute of this deep in-and-out fuck, Dad sank in full
bone. "Fuckin' best pussy ever," exclaimed my father proudly, as he started
pumping into me at a steady rut. "Gonna claim my boy's sweet fuckin' cunt!"

Dad's fuck was vigorous and powerful, my butt shaking with every churn of
his strong hips. I was so deep into the fuck that I almost forgot we were
being watched. Clearly, my father did not, his verbal game particularly on
point as he pounded my hole. "Showin' these fuckin' pigs how a man breeds
his boy. Gonna mark that deep son pussy! Gonna cream that ass so the next
man slides in my my scum! Gonna watch all these men knock up my boy's
sweet, perfect cunt!"

My father came brutally, his huge sonfucker coring me out royally before he
finally bellowed the word "fuck" for a solid ninety seconds. He rammed his
full, sweaty bush against my fucked-out hole as he relished the feel of my
gut flooded with his alpha Daddy cream. I could feel his prick expand and
pulse inside my fucked-out hole, his Dadseed marking what had always
belonged to him. Dad rolled off of me quickly after he finished his breed,
making way for the next man.

Behind me, Rugby Boy was getting jerked off by the bartender. Rugby Boy was
busy stroking the dicks to either side of him, clearly familiar with the
feel of his Uncle's huge piece. Coach had a cool hand on his nephew's neck,
rubbing it encouragingly. "Who's next, Aldine?" asked McCrae, "Who gets
some of that jock pussy next?"

"You, Coach," I groaned a little more quickly than I probably should. As
much as I wanted the man to slam his ridiculously big cock in me, I was a
bit embarrassed at how much I suddenly craved to be fucked out in such a
public, scuzzy environment. Dispelling my shame, I arched my back up
further to show off my open, cum-slick hole. I was emboldened, snarling,
"Come get it, Coach."

McCrae did not need to be told twice. He was on his feet in an instant, his
pants down to his knees as he made it to the mattress. "Get on your back,
Aldine," he coaxed, his huge shank throbbing above me, "I wanna see your
face as I pound that jock cunt."

Rolling over, I hiked my knees up towards my chest. The stretch opened my
ass, and I could feel a wad of jizz leak from my well-bred hole. "Then get
that big fuckin' cock in me, Coach," I challenged, "Fuck it so hard that I
can't walk outta here on my own."

McCrae slid between my legs and slapped his massive piece against my gape
in a loud, wet smack. Damn near eleven inches, Coach had a prize-winning
porn star dick that was forcefully shoved halfway up my ass. My ex-batting
coach wasn't as thick as my Dad or his nephew, but that fucking
crowbar-hard length was hitting new depths in me. McCrae slid in easy
enough, though, and both of us groaned as his balls rested against my hairy
cleft.

Coach shot my Dad a carnal smile. "You been gettin' this boy fucked all the
time, Jer? `Cause Trey just took my fuckin' dick like it was nothin'!"
McCrae pulled back his hips until just the head of his dick was wedged
against my rim, then flexed his cock. The flare of his shank inside me made
my eyelids flutter as he slammed in to the root.

"Trey is his own man, McCrae," Dad responded, his eyes glued to my hole as
it took Coach's long prick. "He fucks--and gets fucked--when he wants
it. And he clearly wants knocked up by his pervert baseball coach, so shut
up and fuck my boy!"

McCrae opened his mouth as though he were about to crack wise, but then
looked down his flat belly to see where Coach and college boy were
joined. My jockboy cunt was a throbbing spasm of muscle around his stupidly
big dick. Coach reached down and rubbed along my hole's bruised, pulsing
rim. "If that fuckin' hot jock pussy wants my cum, then I'm gonna mark it
so deep it'll never come out." A hard, almost cruel, glint shone in
McCrae's eyes as he bore his massive Coachprick into me.

Coach fucked in powerful strokes that made my entire body shudder. His
strong hands balled up into fists that pounded my hard chest, my hairy
muscles flexing tight to take whatever Coach dished out. Every punch made
my cum-drenched jock gape clench tight against McCrae's shaft. I grit my
teeth as Coach tore into my ass with savage abandon.

Another man had slipped onto the gross mattress, the shifting of weight
evident before I even looked up. Kneeling above me was the bartender, his
solid cock dripping clear strings from the head. Bartender rubbed his
sweaty, low-hanging balls against my forehead tentatively, then waited for
me to make the next move. The silver stud looked almost menacing as he
waited, as though he might just take what he wanted if I didn't act fast.

I arched my neck back and swallowed the Bartender Daddy's hairy bone in one
needy gulp. Bartender had a voice made of bourbon and gravel, and he cried
out as he clamped his hands along my ears and pressed further into my
throat. "Your boy's got a velvet fuckin' mouth, buddy," he congratulated my
father, "and you've trained him how to use it." Bartender Daddy began
dragging his piece in and out of my mouth as Coach continued his assault on
my ass.

Both men seemed content in their respective ruts. Coach pummeled my jock
cunt for all he was worth, his muscles tightening as he closed in on his
release. Bartender Daddy was more casually fucking my face, not seeming to
be in any hurry to bust.

Bartender pulled his cock from my throat let it wag over my head, glowing
slick with my spit and his own leak. Reaching down to give his meat a
couple tugs, the silver Daddy warned, "Before I blow, I just gotta mark
this hot fuckin' boy!"

Without another word, Bartender Daddy grunted. Piss erupted from his
still-hard cock, arcing up high and splashing against my hairy chest. The
stream was clear and powerful. Some new instinct in me kicked in as I
lunged up and took the silver stud's piss directly to my face. Doubling
down, I opened my mouth and let the man's piss load fill my exposed gob
before closing it to swallow. The mildly bitter, clean taste and the way it
made me feel dirty only encouraged me. Bartender Daddy alternated between
directing his flow along my torso and pissing straight into my hungry
mouth. As he neared emptying his bladder, Bartender pushed his cock back
into my mouth and finished his piss down my throat.

"Fuckin'...fuck!" Dad was on his knees next to the Bartender Daddy when I
opened my eyes. His Dadcock was raging hard again, and some new
expression--a mix of surprise, pride, and lust--played across his rugged
features. "My fuckin' boy!"

Dad and Bartender slapped my face with their cocks as Coach gave me a
world-class reaming. My hole was shivering and ravenous as McCrae hit his
stride, that big Coach dick coring out what felt like entirely new
territory. I was used to taking a big dick--Dad had been fucking me several
times a day for months now--but Coach was hitting up even further. Though I
hadn't yet even reached for my piece, I could feel the impending buzz of my
own climax, and that was because Coach was fucking it out of me.

I lolled my head back to see Dad and Bartender making out above me, their
hands working each other's nipples. Bartender hunched to chew on Dad's
hairy tit, then gave my father's big shank a firm grip. Dad stared down at
me, half in disbelief. A moment later, my father fired a potent stream of
piss into my face.

The shock of Dad pissing in my face made my head snap back, but then I
wanted him even more. I reached up and aimed my father's pissing dick
directly into my mouth, swallowing what I could as the rest poured down my
neck and onto my pecs. Dad groaned as he let fly, and our eyes locked at
the new realization. This was another way my father would mark me, and that
I would later mark him.

The intensity of that feeling brought me over the edge. The smell and heat
of my father's piss against my mouth and skin, the way McCrae was savaging
my jockboy cunt with over ten inches of hairy stud Coach cock, the way I
was only halfway done from taking all the men in this room, gang-bang
style--all of it paled compared to the feeling of connection my Dad had
engendered, how safe and wanted he made me feel.

I slammed my fists into the scuzzy mattress and shouted unintelligibly,
writhing as white-hot college boy seed blasted from my too-hard
prick. Ropes of my son jizz splattered into the center of Coach McCrae's
chest, then sprayed the legs of both Bartender and my Dad in a scattershot
as I twisted around to ride out my orgasm. As my high subsided, my body was
painted by my own wad intermingled with Dad's piss load.

McCrae did not once lose his rhythm, though, but he broke it as his own
release took over. "Dirty fuckin' jockboy cunt milkin' my big Coach dick
like a champ, Aldine. That deep stud pussy milkin' the cum straight out my
balls! Keep that hole throbbing on my meat, pussyboy, and I'm gonna blast a
gallon of jizz deep in your gut! Fuckin' hot jock takin' Coach's breed!
FUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Coach clamped a strong grip against my throat as he filled my ass with his
alpha stud cream. His face was twisted into a mask of need and release as
my cunt swallowed his emptying nuts. McCrae's dick spasmed and jerked
inside me violently, but his tight body was locked over me in a death
grip. His teeth were clenched together as he spat in my ear in a guttural
tone.

"I fuckin' love this pussy, boy. We gotta do this more often when we get
back home. I need to get this deep jock pussy on my Coachprick all the
fuckin' time! Every fuckin' day! Your Daddy is right--it's the best cunt
I've ever had!"

McCrae wiped his hand along where my seed had splattered into his Coach
fur, bringing his scum-covered fingers to his mouth. Slurping them noisily,
Coach beamed as he pulled his massive shank clear of my slot. Taking a step
away, the short man cocked his chin and grinned wide and confident. McCrae
stroked his big fuckpipe lazily as he inspected at his handiwork, my hole
at once glazed and gaping. "Fuuuuuuuck, Aldine" he smirked lustily, "That
jock cunt is a fuckin' work of art!"

Bartender Daddy shouldered Coach aside, his piece gleaming and hard. "I
need to cum, boy," he declared as he lined up his Daddy dick along my slot,
"I gotta feel that hole on my cock!" Bartender looked up to my Dad for
permission, pausing.

Dad sank his own prick into my mouth until my throat was full. "Hell yeah,
buddy. Knock him up!"

Bartender Daddy sank into my ass and pounded his load out in less than a
minute. His thrusts were sharp and brutal, threatening to shove me off the
mattress through the sheer power of his hips. "You guys ain't fuckin'
lyin'!" cried Bartender, his heavy shank pulsing in my chute, "Your boy's
cunt is fuckin' magic! Suckin' my dick clean!"

The silver Daddy pushed off of me as he caught his breath. His hard prick
was slimy with cum, shiny in the low light. Dropping to his knees,
Bartender Daddy smashed his graying beard against my rim. His mouth pressed
along the edge of my hole, and then he grunted needfully as he slid his
agile tongue inside my tender cunt. Minutes later, the hungry man looked
up, his beard smeared with cum and spit and fuck slime. "Best tastin' pussy
I've ever put my mouth on! Fuckin' magic!" cried the silver Daddy as he
went in for another round of feasting. My hole was soothed by the gentle
ministrations from Bartender's eager mouth.

Rugby Boy climbed on top of me as Bartender Daddy was still eating my
ass. The boy's obscenely fat cock bounced between his meaty thighs as he
readied for another turn on my exposed, stretched pucker. Bartender barely
moved his face away from my ass, instead using his lips to guide college
boy's dick against my ring. As Rugby Boy shoved his way inside me, the
silver Daddy continued to lick and suck along where cock and cunt were
joined. The three of us all moaned in pleasure as Rugby Boy went deep, and
this elicited encouraging grunts from my father and Coach.

The young ginger man rabbit-fucked me a second time, clearly ready to coat
my hole with his second load. "Gonna put a fuckin' baby in this stud cunt!
My fuckin' seed is gonna fuckin' take this time! Gonna make a strong
fuckin' alpha stud son inside that pussy!" Rugby Boy's voice boomed, his
own hard ass flexing as he emptied his college boy scum deep. His muscles
flared as he came, making Rugby Boy look bulging and hard. Grinding his
hips against my beefy ass as he rode out his release, his hands roamed
across my hairy chest.

Dad had been busy fucking my face, and his tempo steadily increased towards
a crescendo. He let out a low rumble from deep in his chest, then pulled
his big Dadcock back until his bell end rested on my lips. He met my eye
for a moment, and then his hard expression melted into one of vulnerability
and connection.

"Fuckin' A, I'm there!" Dad groaned as the first splash of his seed flooded
my mouth. I swallowed quickly to find another trio of potent blasts
erupting against my tongue. My father pushed his meat further towards my
throat as he fucked through his orgasm. I could feel his big Daddy dick
squirm and fire off in my gob, and I willed myself to down every drop Dad
offered. He slipped free in a flash, replacing his cock with his
mouth. Making out with my father made me feel as though the rest of the
world dropped away, my hole clamping down on Rugby Boy's softening
wrist-thick invader.

Dad kept eye contact as he pulled away from our kiss, then he looked up and
took on a concerned expression. Following his lead, I craned my neck up to
see what was happening behind Rugby Boy's broad shoulders.

The room had nearly filled with men. Seven men neared, already bare-assed
naked as they formed a half-circle behind Rugby Boy. Each man had his dick
in his hand, stroking to full, angry rigidity. Behind this first line of
men was another dozen men in the process of stripping. A line queued up
beyond this dozen, the door now propped open wide by the growing
crowd. Every one of these men represented a distinct point along the
spectrum of age, build, race, and size. The men all leered at my exposed
son hole with clear hunger.

As Rugby Boy stepped out from between my thick legs, another naked man
slipped in. The man was tall and lean, hairy as an ape from the neck
down. His baby face was made more so for having been impeccably clean
shaven. A massive cobra tattoo spilled from the center of his chest to his
left shoulder. "This is the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever done," croaked
Tattoo Guy as he slapped a firm, fat seven-incher against my hairy,
cum-glazed trench.

Dad gazed down, his features softened with the pride of seeing his slutty
boyfriend pull a fuck train. "If you need a break or to stop, Trey, say the
word. You really game for this?"

I nodded enthusiastically, using my hairy forearm to wipe sweat from my
brow. "Fuck, Dad, this is what you've been training my hole for!" For the
life of me, I could not stop grinning. "Bring all these fuckers on--every
fuckin' one of `em!--so long as my stud boyfriend is the last man to cunt
me out. Let me show you what kind of man you made, Dad!"

Dad's handsome mug flushed, his mouth a half-snarl, half-smile as he
grabbed my ankles and pulled them wide. He looked up to Tattoo Guy, who
seemed eager for a prime alpha rut. "Buddy," my father teased the hairy,
slender man at my hole, "Get that bone inside my son's sweet pussy, and
that will be the hottest fuckin' thing you've ever done!"

The men surrounding us cheered as Tattoo Guy rammed his dick to the root
and began punch-fucking at full tilt. The sound echoing off the walls
transported me to another level of fucked-out bliss.

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Coming Soon...Chapter 21: Taming the Beast