Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2017 17:11:25 -0600
From: roughrawready <roughrawready@gmail.com>
Subject: Anthem, Part 10 (gay incest theme)

Anthem

Part 10: Next Level

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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:

"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."  __________________________________________

My father growled from underneath me. His sweat was a thin sheet of
masculine funk that punched its way into my nose and made my brain buzz. As
Stijn continued to pummel my well-used hole, Coach McCrae shoved his
larger-than-life fuck stick into my mouth.

I could taste earned sweat and my own cunt. McCrae was a man on the shorter
side, but his long fuckin' piece has rooted around further up my chute than
I could have imagined. The fuck he just threw into my sore cunt had forced
the cum to churn from my balls and blast its way up my Dad's butch ass. As
I slurped away the taste of cum--seed that four different dudes had put
there!--the taste of my ex-Coach's still-hard bone became clear and
powerful. He had gotten half of his meat down my throat before my gag
reflex kicked in. "That's alright, kid," he cuffed my ear playfully. "It's
longer than you're used to. Maybe not as thick as your Daddy, but
definitely hits deeper. Just nurse the head for me until I get another turn
on that sweet jock pussy."

My ex-Coach's words bored from my brain down to my balls, the memory of
what just happened still electric against my skin. My hole clenched
involuntarily, and that's when I felt the beer-can dick that was currently
plowing me pick up its pace.

Stijn began swearing in Dutch as he bred me again, slamming his dick as far
as he could into my fucked-out ass. His piece throbbed rhythically,
telegraphing that the hairy stud behind me was firing a second load of bull
seed to join his first.

The Dutchman was panting, pulling his spent dick from me with a deep
sigh. "I'm gonna fuck your boy every chance I get, Jerry," he said in a
thick accent. The way he spoke to my Dad instead of me drove home the fact
that I gave my father control over who fucks my ass from now on. My
hole--Dad's son pussy--was his to use as he saw fit, and that included
whoring my butt out to his buddies.

The idea alone could have made me shoot, had I not just unloaded. I loved
my Dad, and the kind of pervy shit we got into behind closed doors had only
cemented that bond further. That we crossed this new threshold of embracing
our connection while also being pigs only made me fall harder.

"Oh yeah, buddy," my Dad's baritone snapped me out of my thoughts. "If my
son wants that bull dick, Stijn, his pussy's yours for the takin'."

Another dick had rammed its way into my ass, banging away against my open
cunt. I felt a trickle of wetness running down my thighs as the guy fucking
me was churning free some of the seed that had already been shot inside
me. Within a minute, my fucker gave a hard gasp and then grunted in unison
to his load erupting into my waiting ass.

With McCrae's monster piece still wedged in my mouth, I couldn't turn
around to see who just bred me. Almost immediately after, I felt a bearded
chin shove its way into my trench, an eager tongue slathering my tender
slot. The man's deep voice rumbled along my back as he declared, "Tasty
fuckin' cunt!" before diving back in. A moment later he ground his whiskers
against my ass, making me squirm as they scratched my sensitive and abused
pink. Another cockhead pressed against me now, and the fucker sank in balls
deep in one easy motion.

As this next man sawed his dick into my ass, I watched as my Dad lapped his
fat tongue against Coach McCrae's swinging balls. McCrae's big dick was
steely now, battering my throat while only halfway inside. Nearing eleven
inches, my ex-Coach had the longest dick I'd ever seen in real life. As he
fucked my mouth absently, his eyes glued to the way my big college boy ass
cheeks bounced fron taking dick, Dad worshipped the man's hairy nutsac. "We
ought to take his hole together, Jer," Coach said in a dreamy voice, his
eyes still fixed on my butt. "Like that time with Coach Jackson. Remember?"
"Fuuuuuck," my father growled after spitting out Coach's balls. "I almost
forgot about that. That fucker couldn't walk after we both split his ass. I
don't think--" McCrae interjected as he pulled his meat from my lips, "Your
son is a born pussyboy, Aldine. And he ain't never gonna be as relaxed and
eager for it as this moment right here." A knowing smirk played against the
man's rugged jaw. "Plus, if your boy's a chip off the ol' block, he ain't
gonna have any problem getting double dicked."

The idea made my loosened cunt flutter around the cock that was reaming me
at full thrust. The man behind me--I still hadn't had the chance to look
back and see the guy banging me--spat out through clenched teeth, "God damn
that ass is fucked wide open, and fuck if it ain't still milkin' my cock
like a champ! About to cream your son's hole. You good with that?"

My Dad and me both turned our attention to the man that had been using my
ass. The man was older than my father by at least twenty years. Rugged and
well-seasoned, my fucker had a body that made up for lack of mass with
intense definition. The elder man's abs were so cut they resembled
interlocking plates of armor, flexing obscenely to drive his
respectably-sized piece balls deep into me. Pale gray hair and a jet black
beard, the Silver Daddy had a pelt of salt-and-pepper chest hair that led
down to a full, sweaty bush. He was old enough to be my Granddad--and that
experience translated into Silver Daddy fuckin' me like a born stud.

My father couldn't resist grinning wide. "Fuck yeah, Bob. Knock my boy
up. Put that big wad in my son's sweet cunt, greasin' it up for his Old
Man."

To his credit, Bob redoubled his efforts, savaging my battered slot with a
renewed vigor. The way my Dad spoke to him was evidently having an effect,
and I would've been lying if Dad's filthy mouth wasn't turning me on,
too. Bob hissed, his eyes wide as he watched his meat disappear up my
ass. "Fuck, Son, your boy's hole feels almost as good as yours. Same thick
muscle butt, almost as hairy, can't get enough dick in it. I'm so fuckin'
close!"

Bob threw his head back, his handsome face chiseled as he cried out
silently. His eyes clamped shut, and his thrusts became jagged stabs as he
arrived at release. My father pressed his buttons by doubling down.

"That's it, Bob," Dad coaxed, "Nut up my boy's ass. Can't wait to feel that
Dadseed on my meat when I fuck him last. I--" Bob howled as he trashed
behind me, his seven inches buried flush into my chute as he emptied his
balls. The Silver Daddy abruptly ripped his piece from my hole, his abs
still flexing as he rode out his reverie. A thick rope of jizz fell from
Bob's piss slit, landing squarely into my hairy trench.

Almost immediately, another man took his place. This became a quick pattern
for the night. Men would fuck me, cum at my Dad's urging, and be replaced
by another stud ready to breed. I lost count of how many dudes had a turn
on my ass, especially when some of them came in for a second round. The
bull Stijn went in for thirds, swearing filthy shit in Dutch as he blew a
final ball-shattering load.

As good as my ass felt getting royally cunted by a group of Daddy types, my
focus was split three ways: the sensations of my hole, making out with my
handsome-as-fuck father, and getting my mouth speared by Coach McCrae's
stupid big dick.

After what felt like days of getting fucked, my hole was left empty for a
good minute. I was busy lashing my tongue and lips along the top of
McCrae's dick, while Dad took care of the underside. When my tongue would
graze one of Dad's lips, both of us would groan. Coach kept sawing his
monster piece between our mouths.

"C'mon, Aldine," my ex-Coach prodded with mischief in his voice. The short,
hairy man reached down to shove three fingers square in my slot. "Fuck your
son with me. That jock pussy is primed for it, man!"

Dad gave me an intense look, and I was suddenly aware that his cuntsplitter
was stone-hard and throbbing between our bellies. He cocked his head to the
side to look up at my handsome former baseball Coach. "If Trey wants
it--and I think he does--I'm game. My fuckin' dick's about to burst!"

My father struggled beneath me, pulling my cock from his butch hole with a
lewd squelching sound. A moment later, and I was thrown on my back. My body
was shiny with sweat, my natural fur wet into feral curls. My hole was
puffy and open and slick with the seed of fuck-knows-how-many men. I was
wiped out and somehow still ravenous--an inexplicable, feverish need that
radiated from my well-fucked son pussy.

Dad spoke in a firm voice as he propped himself up on his knees. He was
pulling on his uncut Daddy meat seductively when he asked, "So what's it
gonna be, son? You wanna try takin' two dicks at once?"

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Coming Soon...Part 11: Opening