Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2018 14:25:29 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Chapter 12 Anthem Part Twelve: Dirty Math This story is part of a larger series. You can check out the other chapters by searching #anthem. I would not be writing smutty stories of it weren't for the inspiration of @talesfromunderthemattress, @drakestories, and @nattysoltesz. Follow them for a guaranteed hard-on! I appreciate feedback! Talk to me at roughrawready(at)gmail(dot)com. __________________________________________ Previously: 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. __________________________________________ Shortly after my stud of a father bred me--roaring as he found release deep in my college boy hole--we found our way to the clothes check. The Dad-son party was winding down, and both Dad and me were spent after having emptied our balls into one another. We dressed quietly, with satisfied glances of approval and pride as we covered up. I could feel the seed of the men Dad had lined up for a crack at my son pussy begin seeping out in a thin trickle. A small puddle of Daddy scuzz leaked free into the seat of my jeans as Dad drove us both home. Back at our place, Dad noticed the wet spot along my beefy jean-clad ass. Some hard, carnal energy swept over my Dad's face, his jaw muscles flaring beneath his thick beard. His eyes narrowed and focused on my thick son butt. With a quick flick of his tongue across his lips, my father sprang onto me as soon as we locked the door behind us. Dad's hands were all over my ass and chest, quickly peeling away my shirt and jeans. I hastily kicked off my sneakers, then shook free of my pants. I reached towards my jockstrap, but then my father swatted my hand away. "No, son," he commanded lustily, "Leave it on." Dad fell to his knees, still dressed and clearly ravenous. His handsome face shoved its way into my hairy trench. I instinctively bent forward, leaning my weight against the front door as I pushed my legs further apart to give Dad access. I bit into my forearm to avoid crying out, but Dad growled as he pushed deeper into my crack, his beard scraping along my most tender part. Dad's tongue darted across my pink, and it sent me shivering. Despite myself, I whimpered at the way my father ate my son cunt. He apparently approved of the taste of my cum-slicked and hard-fucked hole, because Dad grunted lewdly and shoved his butch tongue past my rim. I could feel my hole quiver open, and a wad of Daddy jizz slipped free from my inner folds. Dad let out a muffled shout--"Fuck yeah, Trey!"--into my trench, his lips slurping up the seed that had been previously fucked into his son's gang-battered pussy. Lost in my own sensations, I failed to notice he had released his fat Dadcock from his jeans. Looking between my meaty thighs, Dad's beercan dick looked angry and hard-veined as it throbbed from his lap unattended. Dad jumped up onto his feet, then gave his piece a trio of quick strokes. Peeling back his foreskin, he revealed a deeply red, self-slicked head that made an electrical connection against my college boy gape. Dad pressed his chest against my naked back as he forcefully pushed his length into my cunt. From behind me, Dad's voice was soft, simmering with alpha stud energy. "Deep fuckin' son pussy," hissed my father as he bottomed out in my hole, "Best piece of boy ass I've ever slid my dick in." Without waiting, my Dad began sawing his eight inches balls-deep into me. The sensation radiating from where we joined left me pliable, my body shifting around any way I could to accommodate the man who made me. Dad was claiming my son cunt after having whored it out for his buds, the memory making my ass clench and milk him involuntarily. My father's fuck tempo escalated, his breathing growing more clipped as he thrust with increasing power. Dad wrapped his bulky frame around me, still fully clothed, his cuntsplitter wedging my busted cunt wide open. His weight forced me to the floor, all the while pounding my gut with his fat Daddy meat. My body grew sore as Dad fell into his rut, his alpha fuck grinding me into the hard wood. His breath caught in his throat, then his Dadcock thickened and pulsed as my father hammered his load where it most belonged. "Fuckin' best cunt!" cried my father as he came, "My fuckin' boy!" As his reverie faded, my father propped himself into a push-up, his slimy dick popping free of my chute with a soft slurp. Dad's foreskin concealed the head of his dick, but a bright white pearl of Daddy seed glistened seductively in his hood's center. I scrambled for my second prize, devouring my father's half-hard piece until his sweaty pubes scraped my chin. Dad swiveled around so that my jock-covered son dick was at eye level. After staring at my junk for what felt maddeningly long, my father slid his handsome mug against my jock. His breathing deepened as he laid his fat tongue against the pouch, tasting the sweat and pre-jizz that had soaked it. My son-scent imprinted on my father's beard and lips as he pressed them against my piece. A quick jerk freed my cock, steel hard and eager to blast. Just as soon as it was exposed, my big son dick was swallowed whole in my Dad's velvet-soft mouth. Pressure from my father's expert tongue against my glans--and the thought of the pornworthy fuck my Dad just threw into my fucked-open gape--brought me off in seconds. My meat throbbed to impossible hardness as I blasted my young seed deep into that sweet, wet Daddy throat. The next morning, Dad and me were wrapping up our morning pump in our garage gym. I was already boned in my jock, halfway getting off on the masculine scent of my Dad's sweat as it filled the tight confines of the room. My mind raced at the prospect of pumping my son meat into the man that made me. The idea of having that perfect, hairy Dad pussy wrapped around my dick--a damn near perfect replica of my Old Man's grade-A cuntsplitter--made my son piece flex and leak pre into my pouch. I was about to make my move when Dad interrupted my pervy intent. "Jim French texted me," he stated casually. I was lost for a second, unable to place the name, and Dad apparently read my mind. "Jim, of Jim and Theo. From the party last night." The memory of the two men flashed back vividly, a sexy Dad-son couple that the Aldine men had fooled around with at the Dad-son parties. Last night, blonde Daddy Jim and his son Theo both had a go on my son cunt, pounding seed deep into my gut as they egged on the other. The idea of the two studs made my hole flinch. Dad could clearly see I was primed, and his masculine grip found its way to my jock's pouch. Once his hand discovered my hardness, my father pulled my jockstrap aside and ran his fingers along my fat son cock. "They invited us over this afternoon, Trey," he began, his strokes making my piece slick with the pre-cum I was damn near pissing. "Jim's gonna fire up the grill, and we can all hang out by their pool. If you wanna go, son." Though his hand felt great on my dick, I had a different prize in mind. I rose onto my feet, grabbing my father's hips and spinning him around. I spit onto my own hand and glazed my already-wet son cock. I bent my Dad in half, his hairy bull chest flush against the weight bench. Following my aggressive cue, my father grabbed each heavy glute in a butch hand and revealed the vulnerable pink slot nestled amid dark, sweaty fur. Driven by my primal urge to breed, my rock-hard uncut shank invaded the muscular ring of hairy Dad cunt. Both of us grunted as my raw dick stretched open the man who made me. Dad let out a short string of curses as he bucked his beefy ass down until my pubes matted up against the dark hair that lined my father's crack. "Unf! Fuck, Trey! I take it you're game for later!" Dad spat through clenched teeth. I could tell Dad wasn't ready for my fuck in earnest, and so I remained stock still until my father acclimated for my cuntsplitter. He chuckled hoarsely, his hole clenching tight and then relaxing. "The thing is, both guys feel kinda bad. Not too bad, but still. They both got a crack at your near-cherry son cunt. Figured it ain't fair to be so one-sided. Theo tells me Jim's Daddy ass is nearly as hungry and sweet as mine." Dad rocked the thick muscles of his ass up and down my meat rhythmically. His words making my cock leak and pulse in the warm, tight Dad pussy that surrounded it. I bucked my hips forward, smashing into my father with purposeful strokes. "I take it you're in, Trey? You gonna breed out Jim's hairy ass while his son Theo knocks up your Old Man?" Dad flashed a feral grin as he craned his neck to meet my stare. As our lips met, I cemented my approval wordlessly by pumping my morning load nuts deep into the man I love. _________________________________________ Coming Soon...Part 13: The Deep End!