Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2017 22:29:30 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Part 6 (Gay Incest theme) Anthem Part 6: Feeling It I appreciate your feedback! I love hearing about what gets other men off. Email me at roughrawready(at)gmail(dot)com. This is a story that involves consensual sex between an adult man and his father. If that's not your kink, then this story probably not for you. ___________________________________________ Previously: "Fuck, son," he managed to grit out as I could feel his dick enlarge inside me. "Here it comes! Fuck!" Dad let out a guttural roar as he sank his bone all the way in and fired off shot after shot of Dadcum. It wasn't that I could feel his cum, so much that my sensitive cherry-no-more hole was stretched with every flex of his piece. Each shot throbbed in me, and the warmth of his paternal seed filled me with a sense of pride. My Dad fucked my virgin ass, and I took it like a man until he bred.__________________________________________ Dad caught his breath for a moment, then rolled up and onto his knees. "Gimme," was all he said in a commanding voice as he grabbed at the thick band of his used jock. An insistent jerk later, and the strap was yanked down to my knees. I helped him by kicking it off, and my Dad brought the cum-drenched cup to his mouth. "Fuckin' hell, baby boy," he growled as he inhaled and chewed on the pouch. Watching my father perv out--on the underwear, on the cum he fucked out of me, out of the clearly used mesh--made my now-cunted hole clench tight. When I released, I felt a small trickle running down onto my ballsac. "You taste so fuckin' right, Trey." His hands roamed across my big ass, my college boy muscles clay for him to mold. When he pushed my cheeks apart and saw my stretched-out knot had released his seed, Dad grunted, them let out a low whistle. "Fuck, son," he said as his fingers pried apart my crack. "That's fucking beautiful." My father dove in face first, his tongue lashing my sore and broken ass like a drowning man striving for air. His agile tongue squirmed into my cunt which had been made puffy and defenseless against his feasting. Not that I wanted him to stop. As much as I loved him eating my hole before, this was an entirely different thing. In some ways, it was a medicine, nursing my battered hole with the salve of his attentive mouth. In others, it was especially profane, as the man who made me sought to suck free the cum which he'd just bred into me. The man's mouth just felt so fucking good against my fuckhole. It was relaxing and stimulating equally, making my hammered-out ass feel like it was ready for more. Further up inside my ass felt ravaged and tender, but fuck if my Dad's ass-eating didn't want me to take him on again. Certainly, my cock telegraphed this point home. My piece was boned up and leaking precum already, Dad's mouth on my ass making my fuckpiece throb and bounce as I found myself on my knees, ass arched skyward as Dad worked my hairy trench. Looking down between my beefy thighs, I saw that Dad was in the same situation. His big shank was oozing a steady rope of clear stud juice as it waved around. My father seemed more preoccupied with his work on my cunt to attend to his dick, but then he lapped from my pink down to my swinging balls. Noticing my hardness, he grinned as he continued to chow down. "You fuckin' like how Daddy takes care of his pussy? Tastin' myself on that hot, hot boy hole. So fuckin' sexy, Trey. Here--" Dad flipped me onto my back, heaving my thighs up into my chest as he thrust his scruffy face deep into my ass. A moment later, he dropped my legs and hopped up to straddle my hips. Dad spit what looked like a mouthful into his hand--that it was a mix of his spit and the cum he'd nursed from my fucked-open ass made my big son cock throb. My father didn't say a word as he reached back to glaze my piece with his seed and spit. He just stared into me, his face a mask of lust and disbelief and amazement as he sank down onto my dick. With a single easy push downward, Dad impaled himself fully on my cock. His Dadcunt felt perfect wrapped around me, bucking up and then slamming back down onto the bone he had made twenty years ago. We fit together so fucking well that our moans lined up together, my Dad fucking himself while lubed up with the seed he'd blasted inside my ass only minutes before. "Fuckin' love you so fuckin' hard, Trey," he said intensely as he rocked himself off. Jets of his white-hot Dad jizz splattered my chest and stomach as I felt my own balls start to churn. As his cum streaked my torso, his words were what really brought me off. "Love you too, Daddy," I cried as I humped up into his hungry chute. "Fuckin' love you so fuckin' bad. You're the only man I've ever wanted, Dad, and now that I got you--really got you--I ain't letting you go." It was right after I confessed how I felt that my cock pulsed and fired volleys of seed up my Dad's ass. Dad clamped down like a vice, milking his son's dick for all he was worth. He gripped onto my pecs as though he were holding on. "Trey, I--baby boy, you're just...you just don't know. How much I've wanted you, wanted to share this part of me with you. Figured it wasn't meant to be. Used other boys to get that itch scratched so I didn't lose my head with you." I was still in the throes of getting off, shoving up into my father's deep, slick ass. I grabbed his thick thighs and pushed the velvet hole down my length, eliciting a slack-mouthed groan from Dad as I hit bottom. "God damn it, Trey, I've taken a lot of dick, but none have ever fit into me like you." As I came down from climax, I finally looked back into my father's face. Taking in his rugged features, the way that I might look in twenty years if I was lucky. "Dad, I--" my stutter came from wanting to say so much, but not knowing where to begin. I took a deep breath, caught up to my thoughts, and tried again. "You're the first man I ever wanted," I stammered, gauging Dad for reaction as I spoke. "The first man I ever jerked off about. I used to stay up and listen to you bang your girlfriends, stroking along and wishing it was me taking your fuck." "Dad, I haven't touched my cock in years without thinking of you. How much I love you, and how much more I wish I could have with you." Dad was steeling his expression, but I knew that meant he was fending off tears. I pressed, "Nearly all the dudes I've fucked before was me trying to find...you, I guess. In another man. But no one can fill your shoes, Dad. I want this--I want you--more than anything I've ever wanted anything." Dad leaned in and whispered, "Fuck I love you, boy," as he kissed me. Our tongues twisted around one another, and my father wrapped himself over me. As we made out, he started riding on my son cock again. The passion in his kiss and the confession of our feelings brought me back to full crowbar, and I matched his bouncing Daddy ass with my cuntsplitter son dick. As good as his hole felt, I wanted something different. I pushed him up, sliding my cock out. A wad of my seed fell out of Dad's cunt right behind my dick, but then he flexed it shut. The cum landed on my hip, and I scooped it up as I offered him a nervous grin. Dad was reading my mind, because he asked, "You sure?" Raising my legs, I took the cum I'd fucked into him and massaged into into my son hole lewdly. I nodded, tears of my own starting. I blinked hard a couple times to hold them back, my voice suddenly a soft croak. "Make love to it this time, Daddy," I goaded, slipping a finger into my open cunt. "I showed you I can take a pounding, Sir. Now I need it sweet." My father slid into me easily, his fat dick prying me open again. The discomfort was absent this time, replaced by an intense pressure. As Dad pushed forward, my son hole unfolded to take all eight-plus inches of rock-hard fuckmeat. There was another wave of pressure just before Dad crushed his pubes into my trench. Later, I'd learn all about the second sphincter, and how my Dad's piece breached it by a full two inches. I was crawling out of my own skin. Dad was nuts-deep inside me again, after he had already savaged my cunt while taking my cherry. The look on his face--easy, concerned, eager--opened up my ass to him just as much as all the lube and Dadseed swimming up my gut. "You good, son?" he asked as I swooned. I could feel his heart beat pulsing through his bone into my fucked-out, insatiable pink. I reached for Dad's hips, admiring how hairy he was under my palms. I was damn near there myself, and I was grateful for sharing his genes. Dad withdrew nearly to the glans, then pressed into me again. Both of us grunted as he ground his pelvis against my big son butt. "Better than good, Dad," I sighed as his prick stroked along my sweet spot. I had shot a load up into my Dad's ravenous hole not five minutes before, and the feeling of his girth and firmness grazing my prostate was threatening to bring me off again already. Dad was rocking his hips gently, fucking me with a steady, controlled tempo. I found my hands were egging him on, working alongside his flexors to drive on a sweet, persistent drilling. It felt so damn good, but more--it felt as though this were the order of things. A father showing his son how to fuck like a man, revealing the spectrum between paternal and bestial. I had loved my father for my entire life. How things were now, with our feelings and intent laid bare, drove me to fall so fuckin' hard. Dad's prick had me riding the edge for what felt like hours. To avoid reaching for my dick and breaking the spell, I busied my hands by roaming them across my father's body. Thick patches of hair where a man ought to be hairy. Thick muscle earned not from a gym, but from hard work. Skin that had been weathered by sun and labor, but made more sexy because of it. A hard tan line around his waist, and a rock-hard ass with damn near creamy skin. The scent of him was intoxicating me as well, rank and clean at once. Sweaty, but earned. At one point, I buried my face into his broad chest, imprinting myself with his stink. When I inhaled him in, my son hole winked shut involuntarily, massaging the Dadcock that was sawing in and out of my--his--cunt. It was like this for a good while. My Dad was a literal fuck machine, all discipline as he kept a steady rhythm. I could do nothing but moan and run my hands across him. Our eye contact became a lightning rod, our circuit completed between gaze and where cock and hole joined. If I wasn't already in love with this man, this was the fuck that would have brought me home. "I'm gettin' there, Trey," my father spoke and broke the reverie. "Been close for a while, baby boy. How long be--" I interrupted, "I've been ready to blow since you started fucking, Dad. Get off inside me, Sir. Mark your son's cunt." Dad picked up his pace incrimentally, punching through my ring to bring himself off in my ass. "You ain't got to--Fuck, I'm there! Ain't got to tell me twice! Cumming deep in my boy!" His squinted face was made more handsome by the exquisite tension and release. It was his expression that pulled my trigger. The huge bone expanding to blast Dad cum into my ass helped. My hands latched onto my father's pecs as I rode the wave. The hood of my dick had long since peeled back, my head hard and glistening and red. Once I arrived, a volley of thick son cream painted my beard and neck. My hole became a hard clench, and I was made newly aware of the cuntsplitter that had invaded me. Both of us took in our climax, another kind of connection as my hungry cunt devoured my father's seed. Dad leaned in and lapped his wide tongue along where my cum had landed, leaving loud slurping sounds in his wake. As he caught his breath, Dad was all smiles. "Never gonna waste this," he said, dragging his fingers into a small wad of jizz that pooled between my pecs. "Every drop you got, son. It belongs to me. In me. My boy's seed is a gift, it's how we mark each other." He licked his fingers clean. Dad kissed me roughly, the bleachy-salt smell of my cum still on his lips. "That means no jerkin' off. Save what's in the tank for your Old Man. You understand?" My orgasm had left me spent, but hearing my father talk about marking one another with seed, and the thought of always having his hot Dad pussy at my disposal made me bone up again. "Again?" Dad chuckled, taking notice of my hard-on. "Fuck, to be your age again! Chip off the old block!" He tousled my hair playfully as he pulled his half-mast shank from my pucker. My ass was sore--and true to his promise, I was probably not gonna walk right tomorrow--but I felt a profound emptiness when his dick popped out with a low squelching sound. I was beaming so hard my face hurt. My sexy fuckin' father was up on his knees, his manly body exposed for me. Sweat had left a musky sheen along his flanks and chest. His cum-greased dick had a bright pearl of wad sitting within the folds of his hood. If I had not been hard before, seeing him in stud mode like this would have done the job. "Again," I replied simply, scrambling up to my knees. I met his gaze before smashing lips into his, groping his ass with need. When my fingers brushed onto his furry trench, Dad shivered. "What can I say, Dad? You don't want me to waste my son cum, do ya?" I winked at the half-joke, two of my digits pushing inside his butch hole. "Get on your back. Show me that hot alpha stud pussy," I growled as I pushed him gently, and he folded onto the bed. "I still have some left in the tanks, and I wanna go to sleep with my balls empty." His muscular forearms hooked under his knees, giving me a perfect view of that perfect hairy Daddy fuckhole. As my big son cock found his slot, both of us filled his--our--bedroom with groans. ___________________________________________ Coming Soon...Chapter 7: Offerings!