Date: Mon, 04 Dec 2017 15:51:29 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Part 11 (gay incest theme) Anthem Part 11: Opening 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: 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?" ______________________________ I can't lie--the idea of taking both my father and my old baseball coach hit me in a place under my balls that felt primal and hungry. My son cunt was gaping, having been fucked open by several men hand-picked by my Dad. My ass felt slick and split wide, its emptiness becoming a new, keen sensation that filled me with both pride and fear. "I want it, Dad," I spoke up, running my hands along my father's sturdy muscles. His hairy pecs felt so incredibly solid under my palms. "But I think it might be too much tonight." I dropped a hand to my most intimate spot, tracing a pair of fingers against my puffy, well-used rim. My eyelids fluttered a bit at my own touch, and my hole quivered and clenched shut. I could feel a wad of Daddy jizz bloom out from my gut and present itself just outside my son cunt. My face went slack, as I was washed over by a sense of personal disappointment. It hurt me to know I was letting my father down. I confessed in a shaking voice, "I want it, but I don't think I can handle it long enough to get you both off. I'm sorry, Dad." With a strong hand, Dad quickly clutched my jawline, our eyes meeting. "Son...Trey, are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" my handsome father asked, his tone simmering. "You ain't got nothin' to be sorry about! You've been takin' dick, one after the other, for damn near three hours solid. A dozen men have thrown the fuck of their lives into your hot, hot pussy, son. If my boy's hole needs a break, then my boy gets a break." Dad leaned in to kiss me, and I wrapped my thick ex-ballplayer arms around his neck as our mouths met. Kissing my father brought me back from fear, his understanding fixing the part of me where my shame lived. After letting our tongues twist around one another, my father pushed back from our make-out. "Trey, it's like I always said ever since we started on this. You're in control. However deep you wanna go, son, I'm gonna be right there. Ain't no shame in needing a breather. Knowing your limits is part of bein' a real man." My eyes became wet as my father helped me work out my feelings. I rested my chin on his muscular shoulder. I felt his breathing calm and his voice deepen as he spoke to Coach McCrae. "Sorry, Rob, but my boy's gotta take a break," Dad apologized to my ex-coach, "But I'm pretty sure Trey would be up for it sometime soon, so raincheck?" I could feel Dad nod at the other man. I felt fingers slide along my trench, the foreign hand of McCrae slipping across my fucked-out son cunt. His fingers rubbed against my wet hole, delicately massaging it as he responded. "That's cool, Jer. And Trey--it's all good. I can wait for another round with this hot jock pussy. Maybe take it private, take our time?" he purred as he pressed his hairy body against my muscular back. I felt profoundly safe while wedged between these two powerful men. Coach pushed a tentative finger into my slippery gash. "You're one of the best pieces of ass I've ever had, Trey. If getting in there again, and maybe alongside your Daddy's cock, means I gotta wait, then I'm gonna wait." I could feel McCrae's tongue against my neck, then a pair of grunts between he and my father. Craning to look, I watched as my Dad and my ex-Coach make out as they sandwiched my college boy body between them. Dad looked so fucking sexy as he kissed Coach, their beards scraping against each other as their mouths worked at a frenetic pace. My cock went full steel as the two men went on, their history and familiarity evident as their kissing was easy and passionate. Dad noticed, clearly, as his meaty paw reached up to grope and stroke my big son piece. Coach McCrae pulled away from our trio, standing up as he jerked his impossibly big cock absently. "I'll call you this week, Jer. See if we can't figure out a good time for some guy time. His cum-slicked fingers traced my shoulder and neck as he stepped away. "Catch ya later, Trey." With that, my former baseball coach stepped off the mattress and disappeared into the crowd of the Dad-son party. Dad met my gaze, and his eyes shimmering wet with pride. "My fuckin' stud son," he growled as he pressed his lips against mine. Our mouths opened, and I felt his tongue invade me. A moment later, he had both of his big hands along my jaw, my ears cradled in his firm grip. "So fuckin' proud of you, boy. I can't believe you took all that Daddy dick!" I nuzzled into my father's chest, my lips instinctively finding his tick, hard nipple. I grazed my teeth along the nub, eliciting a guttural grown from the man who made me. I pulled off for a moment, now keenly aware that my ass was primed. "I did it for you, Dad. To show you that I can stud up and take it. Wanted to make my sexy fuckin' Daddy proud...and hard." Looking up, I saw my Dad beaming as he watched me nurse on his muscular pec. His hands groped along my shoulders, egging me on with a gentle touch. Emboldened, I pressed on. "When we started this, you said you wanted to breed me last. Use that hot Daddy seed to mark your son's cunt." My Dad grunted, his meaty piece flaring up hard between our bodies. I stroked its length, feeling my father's fuck stick throb and spit a steady stream of pre-cum. Glazed and eager, I could feel my Dad buck his cock into my steady grip. "Yeah, son?" flirted Dad, "You able to take it? I don't wanna hurt my boy's ass." I let go of my father's cock, then fell onto my back while pulling my calves skyward. My slick son hole was exposed and glistening, and Dad stared at it as he unconsciously licked his lips. "Fuck, son," cursed my father as he jerked his big paternal cock. "I want that son pussy wrapped around my dick, Trey. Wanna mark that cunt as mine, with this whole fuckin' room watching as I get my breed. Every fuckin' drop of my Daddy seed's gonna paint my boy's hot, perfect, pink little hole." Dad hocked a wad of spit into my gape, then slapped his fat, veiny dick against it. "You want it, son?" he practically begged. My father was sawing his piece against my cunt's rim in a hypnotic rhythm. He demanded in a soft, hoarse tone, "Say it, boy." I reached around my thick college boy thighs, my hands clutching along my heavy glutes. I pried them apart dramatically, revealing more of my hairy ass and further showing off the folds of my used slot. "Fuck yeah, Dad," I goaded, "Don't hold back, Sir. Mark your son's well-bred cunt. Show me what a alpha stud my father is, what a brutal fuck you can throw!" I willed my ass to flex, and my pussy clenched hungrily against my Dad's big piece. His foreskin peeled back as the blunt head met my gape. Dad entered me in a slow, effortless thrust, my cunt massaging all eight inches of Dadmeat that fit inside my gut like a fuckin' glove. Our groans met each other as Dad continued to screw into me. We might have been putting on a show for the other guys watching at the Dad-son party, but in that moment, everything else in the world dropped away. The only thing I could feel or think about was the secret, deep place where a Father joined with his Son, working at a fevered pitch to mark ownership over the cunt he made. _____________________________ Coming Soon...Part 12: Dirty Math