Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2017 10:50:34 -0600
From: roughrawready <roughrawready (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Anthem, Part 9 (gay incest theme)

Anthem

Part 9: The Bull and Dynamite

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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.

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Previously:

"Who's next?"

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It wasn't until Jim and Theo finished using my hole together that I became
aware again of the crowd assembled at the monthly Dad-son party. As the
father-and-son team stepped away from the hole they both bred, Dad's voice
snapped our surroundings back into focus by offering his son's cunt up to
other men.

It was then that I realized that our fucking had attracted an audience. A
circle of sexy older men had surrounded us, each one lewdly stroking his
cock as they watched me take a fuck while still balls deep inside my Old
Man.

Dad was beneath me, thighs up and taking my big son piece like a champ. His
expression was one of pride and lust, egging me on, letting me realize my
own sexual needs. Just like my Dad, I was a born switch-hitter--a natural
alpha stud who threw a nasty, balls-out fuck, and a pussyboy eager to take
anything another man dish out.

Dad had lined up fuck-knows-how-many Daddy types to catch a turn on my
fuckhole, and the permission to be a slutty cumdump without shame. The
freedom I felt competed for the love I felt for the man who made me.

A trio of men pounced at the chance to get inside my ass. Of the three, the
biggest bull got his way. The man was a fuckin' stud--muscular, manly,
intense, thick. Thighs damn near the size of my waist, covered in a heavy
brush of hair. A thick pelt of graying fur along his broad chest. Bald,
with a thick beard along his squared jaw. The Bull was All Daddy, and the
idea of him fucking me made my big college boy dick leak precum up inside
my father.

The Bull didn't have the biggest dick in the group surrounding us, but damn
me if it wasn't thicker than my wrist and leaking ropes of clear pre from
the folds of his heavy foreskin. Ropelike veins traced along his beercan
cock--from three paces I could almost see his heart pumping blood down to
his crotch. The sheer heft of his meat weighed the fuckpiece down, but
there was no mistaking the man was steel-fucking-hard.

The Bull didn't even ask. He stepped over my calves and planted his feet
wide. The hairy muscle man squatted down to line up his dick to my
hole. Without a word or even the attempt at lubing up, the Bull rammed his
wide cuntsplitter all the way up my ass.

I was immediately thankful that Jim and his son had both gotten off inside
my chute, because their cum now provided the slick my stretched hole now
needed. The head of the Bull's cock was the size of a small apple and stone
hard, and now it was shoved six inches deep in my cunt. The Bull grunted
his pleasure out as he bottomed out, a sexy grin spreading across his
handsome mug.

The Bull's deep voice was booming, even as he tried to stage whisper.
"Fuck, that pussy's tight, son!" His accent was something I couldn't place,
but I was also a bit bewildered. As much girth as the Bull's cock
possessed, who wasn't tight for him?

Meanwhile, the bald Daddy was reaming my ass out like a beast, slamming his
impossibly wide piece into me so hard my legs shook. His thighs were
outside of mine, lined up to piston his shank into me in a devastating
rabbit fuck.

Dad lifted his right arm, and that's where my face went mostly out of
instinct. The man's inherent stink could at once calm me and get me going
in the worst way. My father's musk slathered my nose and mouth as I inhaled
deeply, sucking the sweat from the wild nest of his pit.

This must have turned the Bull on, because he picked up his pace. The
intensity of the stud's fuck was taking me right up to the edge--if he kept
up, I was sure to cum up Dad's hairy fuckhole.

But the Bull was ready to claim his own release. "Tight pussy!" he cried,
as he rammed in hard and then locked himself in place. I could feel his
pipe thicken and blast--five hard shots before I couldn't tell if he was
still getting off. Each time he shot, his fat dick shivered and got
temporarily even bigger.

The Bull groaned loudly as he let his climax overtake him, his big hands
holding my hips firmly in place. His pubes were flush up against my
stretched son cunt, his heavy balls pulled up as they emptied.

"Fuck, Stijn," my Dad joked in a quiet voice. The Bull withdrew his wide
cuntsplitter with a wet slurping sound, and I suddenly became aware of a
line of seed oozing from my hole down my hairy nut sac. Dad put up his
hand, waiting for the Bull--apparently named Stijn--to high five him. "Fuck
that was hot!"

Stijn smirked, thwacking his big meat against my rim to remind me just how
thick his cock was. He then slapped my Dad's palm, affirming his
enjoyment. "Your boy's ass is better than you promised, Jerry."

I gave Dad a quizzical look, and his rugged good looks became
playful. "What?" he asked defensively. "I knew what you wanted before you
could say. I was just linin' up talent. Y'know, like a big muscle Dutchman
with a ball bat dick. Figured Stijn here was right up your alley."

Stijn moved around our cluster of bodies, bringing his monster thick cock
up to my mouth. "Clean me off," he commanded. His size and muscles and
massive thighs took over, and I found myself opening my mouth wide before I
could think. Stijn's bull fuckpipe stretched my jaw uncomfortably. The
taste on his cock was musk and cum and my own cunt, and though it was
tough, I swallowed the Bull's dick halfway. My tongue worked on instinct,
worming its way into his hood and slobbering on his massive cock head.

My Dad clearly approved, grunting a loud, "Fuck yeah, Trey!" as he bucked
his Dadcunt up against my bone. Dad's face was awash with lust, his tongue
lolling out as he watched his son worship a girthy alpha dick.

I was so preoccupied with Stijn's Bull cock that I didn't notice another
man dropping down between my legs. The bristle of chin fur scraped against
my crack, alerting me with a cool shiver along my entire skin. It was
impossible to tell who was a breath away from eating my ass with my mouth
full of Daddy dick.

Then I felt the mystery man shove what felt like five solid inches of
tongue up into my cunt, slurping noisily as he drilled deep. I hate to
admit that not being able to see the dude feasting on my hole made it throb
a little, and the man behind me completed his seduction by reaching up to
pinch my nipples with a steady pressure. The total effect was that I was
about ready to blow my wad.

"He's ready," Stijn cajoled. "Trust me. I had five days saved up." The
mystery man behind me seemed to agree, because his face was gone from my
slot in a second. A heartbeat later, a dick was pushing its way into me.

"Fuuuuuuuhhhck, son," Dad encouraged. "You're gonna love this." My father's
hands went back up to my ass, exposing my well-used son hole for the
mystery dick. The guy behind me had slid in farther than the Bull had hit
in me, and showed no sign of stopping. I was glad that Stijn's cum was
there to grease me up.

The mystery cock began to reach uncharted territory, punching past my
second ring just like my Dad did every time he fucked me. But this guy's
piece was hitting where Dad normally bottomed out, and fuck if he wasn't
continuing to slowly invade my hole.

Over the past couple months, I had become profoundly attuned to my
ass. Getting long dicked three or four times a day can do that. I knew
exactly how far Dad hit in me, because I learned to savor the feeling of
pressure as he went nuts deep.

Fuck me if mystery guy wasn't well beyond my normal range. The cock inside
me was rock hard and well-slicked, mercifully. A little thick, but nowhere
near Stijn or Jim. Still, this fucker was rooting up my son cunt inches
past where my Dad bottomed out on his biggest day.

Finally, the guy behind me met his full bush against my trench. I moaned
loudly, and the other three--Dad, Stijn, and mystery man--joined in to
encourage me. Mystery guy had a low baritone that somehow felt like it came
from an older dude. I clenched my hole tight, letting him feel that I was
eager for more.

"Fuck, Trey," Dad had a smile of disbelief on his handsome face. "Figured
you'd have to tap out on that big honkin' dick. Fucker's damn near as long
as my forearm, and fuck if that son pussy didn't swallow it up!"

I spat out Stijn's thick piece, dropping again to rub my face in Dad's
pit. Mystery guy almost immediately went into rut--pounding my ass in
uneven strokes that left me unable to react. The dick inside me felt
amazing, especially when it plumbed the newly-invaded depths. That space,
where no dick had ever touched before, felt like every nerve was
erupting. "God damn, Dad," I half-joked as I inhaled his musky pit, "How
fucking big is that fucker?"

The mystery man finally chimed in. "Ten and two-thirds inches," he spoke
with the familiar cadence and clarity of a newscaster. Turning around, I
realized that I recognized him. Rob McCrae had been my baseball coach and
mentor throughout high school. The man was a genius when it came to the
physics of batting, and studly as fuck--thick muscles, hairy as an ape,
tough as nails. Standing in at five-foot-three, McCrae also had a nickname
in the dugout: Dynamite. Big things come in small packages, he'd playfully
threaten. During road games, Coach McCrae had sometimes showered with the
team, and I remembered distinctly that the man had a prize-winning locker
cock.

McCrae's big dick was buried pubes-deep up my college boy ass, and my
recognition brought a smile to the man's face. Shorter than me by more than
half a foot, he used his strong hands to position my ass lower to easily
take his cock. As Coach began to drill his meat into my hungry cunt, the
friction along my own dick while boring its way into my father's hole was
an entirely new position.

Coach began pounding my thick butt, bending down to wrap his arms around my
chest. "Fuckin' wanted this sweet cunt since you were sixteen, boy," McCrae
growled behind me. "Beat this big dick to the thought of nailing this ass
fuck knows how many times. And here your Daddy just offered this hole up!
Can't believe I'm balls deep inside Trey Aldine's tight stud butt!"

Meanwhile, my dick was scraping against Dad's ass as Coach's huge piece
rammed me from behind. I had been riding my own edge for a while now--as
hot blonde daddy Jim railed my ass. As his stud son Theo took his turn. As
the Bull Stijn stretched my hole with his impossibly wide fuckstick. Now
Coach McCrae's wickedly long dick was hitting my cunt deeper than ever, and
the idea of this stud of a man taking a turn on my ass was getting me hot
and bothered.

"I remember watching that big jock boy ass in the gang showers," Coach
recalled, "Wondering how sweet that hairy stud cunt would feel wrapped
around my dick. A couple times, I beat off right in my office, watching
that big butt shift and move under the spray. Shot into my coach shorts,
wishing I could knock up that perfect alpha pussy!"

They way Coach spoke to me was putting a low buzz in my balls. That, plus
the hot Dad cunt swallowing my son dick, plus my own hole being
gang-fucked, sent me careening towards release. Above my face, Stijn was
using both hands to jerk his stupidly thick Dadcock back to full
hardness. The Bull's piss slit was gaping open like a small mouth, and I
lunged my mouth over the head and moaned as Coach McCrae continued to
pummel my ass.

My hole was gaping open, accepting McCrae's grade-A longdicking from cock
head to nuts deep. Coach held my hips in a vice grip, his mouth a stream of
filthy fantasies from the past and disbelief that my Dad had given him
permission to cunt me out with ten-plus inches of Coach meat.

The whole scenario had done its best, bringing me off. I screamed my climax
along the Bull's beercan cock and let my hole clench tight against my
ex-Coach's massive piece with abandon. At the same time, my bone fired off
into my Dad. Wad after wad of son cum blasted deep into my father's hairy
ass. The intensity made my head spin, and for a moment I felt as though I
might pass out.

Dad snarled, "Fuck yeah! God damn, Trey, that's my boy! Blowing that stud
boy seed all the way up your Daddy's cunt! Big college boy dick knocking
his Old Man up like a goddamn pro. So fuckin' hot! Fuckin' love you, son."
My father's hands were all over me at once, offering me a stability in his
voice and comfort.

I pulled my mouth off of the Bull's cock so that I could smash my lips
against my Dad's. My tongue crammed its way into his mouth, showing him how
much I loved him. I was supremely grateful to the man: for making me, for
supporting me at every turn, for the bond we shared, for giving me this
gift of unbelievably piggy sex without fear or shame.

"Sexy fuckin' Daddy's boy," McCrae muttered as he jackhammered his big
Coach cock home. "Deep fuckin' cunt for Coach. Lubed up with Daddy cum,
ripe for the takin'...Aw, FUCK! I'm...gonna...Fuck! That's it! Blowin'
Coach cum up your jock pussy, Trey!"  His thrusts became a series of savage
jerks as he corkscrewed his long meat into my slot. His whole body shook as
he came, big Coach hands bracing against my waist as he brought himself off
up my college boy butt.

Coach McCrae was breathing hard behind me when I tore myself away from
making out with Dad. Coach slid out of my fucked-out ass as my father
confessed. "Known Coach McCrae since high school, Trey," his grin playful
as he spoke. "We fooled around a couple times back then. Knew he had a
thing for jock boys. When I got the sense you were more into guys, I
figured that the attraction might be mutual. You good, son?"

"Better than good," I panted, my face a mixture of love for this man and
disbelief that he'd give me such a filthy experience. Dad had lined up my
former Coach to fuck me with a damn-near eleven inch cock! My hole was
gaping, wads of cum tangling in the fur along my trench. Already, Stijn
gave Coach McCrae a friendly shove to get him out of the way, and the Bull
mounted my big jock ass again. He slammed into my cunt so hard I struggled
to catch my breath.

"I'm better than good, Daddy," I growled as I took Stijn's second fuck. The
Dutchman's cuntsplitter was relentless. "I'm yours, Sir. My hole...my...son
pussy...is all yours. Give it away, to anyone you say. Fuck, to every
fuckin' Daddy in this room, Sir. Show my stud Daddy what a pig I can be for
him."

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Coming Soon...Part 10: Next Level