Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2017 15:10:04 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Part 1: Good Fortune (Gay Incest Theme) AnthemPart 1: Good Fortune I appreciate your feedback! I live 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. ___________________________________________ I had just turned twenty when I faced up and admitted to myself that dudes did it for me. I was still terrified someone might discover my secret. Mostly, I spent hours online spanking my meat to videos of guys doing it. It didn't help that I lived in the sticks, and progress was still a world away. My small town wasn't the kind of place where being gay and being happy were an option. I don't think that most folks around here were particularly homophobic, per se. We were in the middle of fuckin' nowhere, though, and it wasn't exactly the kind of place that attracted gay dudes. I was working construction for my Dad, saving up money for school. My days were spent laying steel pipe--and not the kind of pipe my raging college boy hormones wanted. It was no help that my Dad's crew were all the type of guys I liked. Older. Hairy. Beefy. Real. Standing out from the pack was my Old Man. Packed with at least forty pounds of muscle over me, hairy as a gorilla, a five o'clock shadow at eight in the morning, rugged as fuck. He wore nuthugger jeans that showed off a thick, butch ass and a sizeable bulge up front. Months in, and I was a walking hard-on. My days off were pretty much spent laying around my room beating my dick until it ached and my nuts were dry. I started following a lot of tumblrs that spoke to my tastes--Daddy types mostly, jumping at the chance to get some hot side action with their sons. Though most of them were only stories, I was still jealous of the bonding that was presented. Me and my Dad were tight, but it'd kill him if he knew I liked fucking guys like him. I got a DM that got my attention from the jump. A beefy stud, cropped at the neck for anonymity. Hairy as fuck, with a ball bat dick swingin' between his thick, furry thighs. Nearly twice my age, he called me `son', and he claimed to host a party once a month that catered to Dads and sons. Many of them, he went on to say, were real-life father-son couples. The idea brought me off before I finally logged out for the night. The thought of this guy's parties stuck with me like a fever I couldn't shake. My dick, already always half-hard from the oblivious straight studs around me at the site, would pop full mast at the thought. When I thought about the Host Guy's dick, my still-virgin hole would clench and throb between my sweaty cheeks. Two weeks passed before I messaged the guy back. As it happened, he was having a party that lined up with my next day off. I jerked off so fuckin' hard after he sent me the directions that I fired off three solid shots that hit my headboard before spurting a couple heavy globs into my open mouth. I was at the door at 9 sharp, at an apartment above a Chinese restaurant called Good Fortune. I was freshly showered and wearing my jock under street clothes. The host had a strict checked clothes policy, and I was glad that all those extra hours working for my Old Man translated into hard-earned muscle. I looked a lot like my Dad when he was my age. The thought of Dad made my dick start to fill the mesh pouch. The guy manning clothes check said it was still early, but he heard there was some hot action up in one of the second floor bedrooms. Not much was going on in the space between the door and the staircase up. A trio of older men, naked but for cock rings, were kicking back and receiving head from three different men, each one around my age. At one point, the three boys scrambled and switched their focus onto a new cock, swallowing them to the root. Most everyone else on the ground floor seemed to be watching...and waiting. I made the climb up the stairs. At the top of the stairs to the right was a room, and at least six dudes were going at it. Two of the guys were on all fours, getting banged for filth by a pair of dudes who looked like father and son. A dull ache ran across my balls as I wished that kind of piggy action with my Dad, only to be washed clean by a pang of guilt. Still, the son reached next to him and brought his lips over to his Daddy, and the pair kissed as they continued fucking away on their respective fuckboys. My jock's pouch was tenting obscenely now, wet with pre, and I didn't care who saw. A drop of precum wet the blunt point, and a thin stream seemed to dangle in midair. One of the other guys was the host. He was laying on the floor, and a cornfed blond boy without a hair on his body from the neck down was bouncing fiercely on his massive Daddy dick. Both men were caught up in their fuck. As I readied to join in the group action, a noise summoned my attention outside the room. Still standing in the threshold, I heard a man grunting out that he was about to cum, and then another man groaned to hose his gut with that son seed. Both men continued to moan out as the son apparently bred away. A moment later, a handsome guy in his early twenties stepped out of the other bedroom, naked. His dick was still rock solid, bouncing between his hips and slick with his own seed and his bottom's ass. "You gotta get a piece of that guy's ass, bro," he confided to me as I made eye contact. The guy was maybe a couple years older than me, not quite as hairy, a rope of cum starting to droop from his piss slit. He reached over and stroked my aching meat through my jock. "That guy's pussy will milk this like a champ," he grinned before slipping away to disappear downstairs. The door had a sign taped onto it, its handwriting quick strokes with a Sharpie: SONS ONLY. My cock raged in my jock now, the name `son' firing all my triggers. I liked fucking men who looked like Dads. I liked fucking Dads. Most of all, I really want to fuck Dad, I tried to push the thought out of my head, but it nevertheless made my dick pulse out a drop of precum from the folds of my hood. My jock was starting to get soaked from how primed I was to sink into some hot Daddy hole. The room was dark, too dark to see detail at first. As my eyes adjusted, I was stuck in the place between childlike horror and nearly creaming my jock from what was offered before me. Dad. My fuckin' Dad. Ass up. Chest pressed against the bed. Face obscured by a ballcap. My father--butch, beer-swilling, construction worker Dad--was splayed out with his cheeks spread and a hole more beautiful than I could have ever fantasized. A pearl of cum sat in the center of its bruised, inviting folds. The tattoo gave him away at first. But then it was the muscles, the way they interconnected and stood out. My Dad was a stud--hearing him bang his string of girlfriends was a pretty common thing at our house--but seeing him vulnerable like this made me love him even more. "Go ahead, son," his gravelly voice cut through my thoughts and made my ass clench. "Slide on in. It's already slicked up plenty." He hadn't even looked back, just ready for the next younger dude to take his ass. No, his cunt . Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the pouch aside to free my dick and stepped up. Dad had a distinct smell I knew by heart. Musky, alpha, bitter, and sweet at the same time. His hairy ass looked bigger, more impressive up close like this, and his trench was giving off so much heat I could feel it from a pace away. "That's it, son. No need to be shy," Dad goaded. "Or gentle. You're fuckin' a real bull Daddy, son. Go deep and pound hard." I didn't need to be told twice. I sank into the ring of my father's used cunt, and it blossomed open with a muscular grip to pull me in further. I was balls deep inside my Dad's hairy fuckin' ass. I was gonna breed my Dad's sweaty butch cunt using the seed of who-knows-how-many other guys' seed as lube. I wish I could say I lasted longer than a handful of minutes, but the truth is that I was too keyed up from so much turning me on. The scuzzy Dad-son sex party. Not getting laid in what felt like forever. The idea of fucking a man like my Old Man. Actually fucking my Dad, who was apparently a no-loads-refused fuckboy for son dick. Pounding as hard and deep as I could, because I had to prove to the man that made me that I was a stud worthy of his sonfucking fantasies. I had kept quiet during the fuck, but when my balls tightened and I felt the world disappear, I couldn't help myself. "Fuck...seedin' that hot Dadcunt...markin' that fuck hole as mine." My Dad did the honorable thing of letting a man ride out his orgasm without interruption. As I caught my breath, Dad craned his neck around to look me up and down, grinning like a madman. I was still joined to him, the base of my piece nestled by his warm, hairy trench. I could still feel his ass muscles milking my cock. Whatever fear I had in Dad finding out that I fucked him evaporated as he pulled himself off my still-hard, dripping shank and spun around to face me. "I've wanted this to happen for a long time, Trey," he began. "Figured it was better left in fantasy. You're your own man, but fuck if you're all I can think about sometimes." His massive Daddy dick bounced up towards his belly as it throbbed. The thick hair around his base and balls seemed to almost glow around Dad's meat in the bare light like some kind of halo. I had to tear my eyes away from staring at Dad's piece. That cock made me, his seed made me. I had seen him naked plenty of times, but never with a full-bore bone. I'd seen it hard once, held back barely by his jeans freshman year, during a parent-teacher conference. He had hastily tucked his rock solid dick in hastily after clearly fucking the shit out of Miss Garfield. Both were disheveled and looked guilty as I walked in, and Dad's huge cock was riding against his hip in his good pair of Wranglers. As I took in his rugged features and kind eyes, I was dumbstruck, unable to articulate the waves of feelings I carried for this man. I felt like a boy again, vulnerable and unsteady. And still, my dick--the piece I inherited from the man before me--had never been more hard in my life. "It's okay, Trey," my Dad seemed to know my mind, and it snapped me back to our current surroundings. "Really, it's alright. We're good. Better, if anything. And we ain't got to do anything again, or talk about it, if you'd rather not." His face was weathered and all angles, yet somehow Dad softened, a faint but warm smile on his lips. "This is all up to you, son," the last word made my cock jump. "You're in control. You can tell me what you want--" As he spoke, my father rolled onto his back, throwing his muscular thighs up into the air. His calves could have been carved from granite, swaying aimlessly as he hooked his arms around his knees. The effect of this was that his furry ass was wide open, my Dad's cunt exposed and winking its invitation. "--or better yet, show me, son. From the looks of it, you ain't anywhere near being done. If you want round two, go for it." As I lined up to Dad's puffy hole and threw my bone into his fucked-open ass, I knew there'd be a lot that would need sorted. But in that moment, as my father's warm cunt swallowed my piece to the root, I couldn't care about anything beyond putting every drop of my cum deep inside him. ___________________________________________ Coming Soon...Anthem, Part 2: Open Door!