Date: Thu, 08 Feb 2018 16:54:18 -0600
From: roughrawready <roughrawready@gmail.com>
Subject: Anthem Chapter 16, new installment under Gay Incest section.

Anthem
Part 16: All Out

This story is a part of an ongoing series. Anthem plays to my kinks: adult
Dad-son bonding, hairy men, group action, pit worship, piss play,
flipfucking, breed sex, foreskin, the scent of a man. If those things are
not your bag, now's a good time to look elsewhere. Likewise, if you're not
18 years old, please stop reading.

Other writers who have inspired my writing: a4f101/tales from under the
mattress, xBoyMercuryx, Natty Soltesz, Bill Drake. If you need to rub one
out between chapters of Anthem, they write excellent go-to fuck stories.

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Previously:

My father yanked his still-hard cock free of Jim's hairy ass, a bubble of
Daddy seed bursting from the soft folds of his cunt. Dad wiped his forehead
with the back of his wrist, then pulled Theo up to his feet. "There ya go,
son," he confided as he stepped behind the younger French, "Get your cock
wet with your Daddy's hole. Breed that stud pussy, Theo."

Dad grabbed Theo by the base of his cock aggressively, guiding the younger
man's raging bone into his father's dripping gape. Theo threw his head back
and leaned back against my father for support. The younger French slid into
his Dad to the hilt, then his instincts kicked in. Theo bucked his hips
erratically, fucking home his load in less than a dozen hard thrusts.
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After emptying our balls, Dad and me joined the Frenchs in lounging around
their pool. Jim was grilling some marinated steaks, while Theo cleaned up
where the four of them had just fucked. The younger French hosed the deck
floor of the sweat, piss, and cum that had fallen from our four
bodies. When he was happy with his effort, Theo jumped into their outdoor
shower, rinsing away my Dad's drying piss and his own fuck-earned sweat.

Dad collapsed on a deck chair, his hairy body stinking from his own
effort. My stud of a father had just bred both French men, and his muscles
looked massive and blocky as they flared post-fuck. My son cock throbbed at
the idea of getting a piece of my Old Man's butch pussy. My plan after
dinner was to claim my Dad's cunt, show off how his hole belonged to me.

Jim French was cooking dinner in the buff, his blonde hairy muscles still
carrying a sheen of manly sweat. His scent--a mixing of my piss, the shared
jizz of Dad, Theo, and me, the unmistakable musk of a man's
fuckhole--carried in the air. Jim was a beautiful Daddy, and this funk
emanating from him made me eager to get dinner over with so we could resume
fucking. Jim seemed oblivious at first, but then I caught him sniffing
along his skin. The elder French knew he stank, yet wore the cum and piss
like a medal.

I joined Dad, dropping my bare ass on the deck chair next to him. The
sinking sun still felt warm against my naked skin. I couldn't keep my hand
off my big college boy prick, stroking my piece slowly as I watched the
other three men. My cock was still slick with Jim's ass and mouth, my
foreskin slowly gliding along my glans and prompting me to continue leaking
pre-cum. I was just about to bounce up and claim my father's hairy ass,
when Jim pulled the steaks off the grill.

"Alright boys," he declared, a tray of luscious-looking beef in his
hand. The smell of grilled meat made me suddenly aware of my actual
hunger. "Dinner's ready," Jim teased, "Wash your hands. I know where
they've been!"

Everyone laughed and lined up behind Theo, who had just finished in the
shower. The handsome blonde boy wrapped a luxurious towel around his waist
as there rest of us lined up. Rinsing off and washing our hands at the same
time, we soon found ourselves skirted by similar plush towels, sitting in
front an amazing dinner spread. The table was set with trays of delicious
steak, a simple green salad, and thick slices of grilled bread. After we
sat, my Dad raised his beer and waited the rest of us to follow suit. "To
friends," cheered my father, his eyes bright, "and to our sons!"

Theo interjected, "And to our fuckin' stud Dads!" He clanked his beer
against my upraised bottle, and we both chuckled together. Jim grinned
proudly, bringing his drink into the mix without saying a word.

We all dug into our dinners. After spending the last ninety minutes tangled
in multiple permutations of sex, each of us clearly needed the recharge. I
had always been a fast eater, and the delicious plate before me was
inescapable. Theo and me wolfed down our meal in hearty bites, and I downed
another beer while waiting for our fathers to finish with dinner.

We soon enough sat around a ravaged table, the food having been destroyed
by four grown men. The four of us nursed our beers as we lounged around the
table, when I asked, "How do you guys do it?"

Jim met my eye as he took a long pull from his beer. Swallowing hard, he
asked, "Do what?"

"This," I answered quickly. The beer was fueling my confidence. "What you
guys have together."

"We've been at it for a long time now, Trey," Jim responded, looking over
to his son. The look of pride and contentment was undeniable. "Almost eight
years now."

"But you're...what?" I asked, trying to do the math as I turned to Theo,
"Twenty-four?"

The younger French piped up, "I turn twenty-six in a couple weeks. That'll
be eight years. I wanted it for a lot longer than that, though."

"See, I discovered my boy," Jim said. There was a hint of being strangely
territorial in his voice. "In his early teens. He had a pair of my dirty
briefs in his mouth, jerking off. He wanted it bad, so bad he made me
question myself." Jim French looked around the table, then leveled his gaze
at me. His blue eyes shimmered in the sunset. "Don't get me wrong--I wanted
that bond with my son, but he was too young. And at the time, I was still
married and miserable, still figurin' out that I was into guys."

Theo took up the story. "I wanted Dad since I discovered my dick," he
confided, "And the first time I get the balls to steal his underwear so I
can smell him, Dad catches me. He steps out of the room and lets me
finish. I don't think I have ever shot so hard. Then I feel like
shit. Guilty. Embarrassed. Gross for pervin' out on my own Dad."

"I finally nut up, throw on some shorts, and leave my bedroom to get my ass
kicked by Dad. Dad and me talk, I tell him I'm into dudes, halfway
expectin' to get...I don't know, beat up, kicked out, somethin'. Instead,
Dad hugs me, and tells me he'll always be there for me." Theo said
wistfully, his memories making his eyes well up. "Dad told me that it's
natural to crave a connection with his father. Made me feel like it was the
most normal thing in the world. It was then that I tried makin' a move--"

"--and I shot him down," Jim interrupted. "though not for lack of want. I
wanted a bond with my son, definitely. But this wasn't the way to arrive at
it. Theo was too young, and he needed to sort things out for himself. I
made a deal with him--"

"If I still felt the same way when I turned eighteen," It was Theo's turn
to jump in, "Then Dad and me could explore our feelings together."

Jim nodded, "There were a couple years where things were rough. We went
through a hard divorce with Theo's mom. Theo resented that I wouldn't play
ball while he was still a kid. To be honest, I pushed him away in his
teens, because I wanted my boy in the worst fuckin' way. But I also didn't
want to screw my kid up, and I half-hoped he'd find someone his own age to
be with."

"Before I turned eighteen, I'll admit, I was a dick," Theo owned, "And I
was out of control. Fucked dozens of guys, mostly my friend's Dads. Tried
to make sure Dad knew I was fuckin' around, that he knew the type of men I
was chasin'."

The elder French said, "And I was understandably pissed, because these
fuckin' assholes were gettin' dicked by my boy. I walked in on--"

"--I seduced my shop teacher, convinced him to come back to our
house. Fucked him on my parents' bed, and Dad walked in. He looked shocked,
then horrified, then turned on, as I showed off. I didn't even break
stride, kept long dickin' Mr. Odell until I bred his hairy ass. Dad stood
in the doorway, silent the whole time. Huge fuckin' boner tentin' out his
shorts as he watched me cunt out another hot Dad."

"On one hand," began Jim, "I was angry as fuck that Theo was messin' around
with a grown-ass man. Theo was seventeen at the time. On the other, it was
the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and all I ever wanted was my turn with my
sexy fuckin' son."

"Once I was sure Dad was game, after he watched me fuck Mr. Odell," Theo
steered their story, "I calmed down a lot. My Dad had made a deal with me,
and he was clearly gonna live up to it. I kept my dick dry for ten months
after Mr. Odell. Realized that, if I was gonna be with my Dad, I needed to
earn it. Started helpin' in my Dad's business, gettin' my grades up,
helpin' Dad keep our house clean after the divorce. Dad taught me that
bein' a man ain't just usin' your dick. It's about honor, and respect, and
bein' decent. All the while, I was countin' off the days."

Jim smiled widely. His hand slid across the table and found his son's. "It
was no ballpark for me, either. I spent those years spanking my dick a
dozen times a day, tryin' to keep the edge off. I ain't proud of it, but I
convinced Odell to suck my dick on the regular or I'd cut off his dick for
messin' with my son," admitted Jim sheepishly. "I wanted my son, but I
wanted him as a man. We had a calendar on our fridge, and I had his
birthday marked in red ink."

"I cut school on my birthday," continued Theo, rolling his wrist to meet
his father's hand. He laced his fingers through Jim's, both men clenching
tight. "Woke Dad up by sucking his dick. Spent the rest of the day in the
bed where my parents conceived me, givin' up my cherry ass to my own
father. One of the best days of my life."

Theo's Dad nodded, "Mine too, son. Pretty much from that day, Theo and me
shared the same bed. A couple months in, I gave Theo my hole for the first
time. Never felt so connected to anyone before." Jim took another pull from
his beer. "It's fuckin' corny, but as soon as Theo fucked me, I knew he was
the man I wanted."

"It took us about six months for me to bring up the Talk," Theo
explained. "I knew on my birthday that I wanted more from Dad than just
sex. I knew I wanted him for a long time before we ever fucked, but that
first time? That cemented it for me. A man's bond with his father is
powerful, and there was nothin' else I wanted."

"I admit, that Talk scared me," confessed Jim. "I have dredged up some
pretty intense feelings for my boy, and I started feelin' shame and guilt,
too. I pushed Theo away again, hopin' to get him to find a decent guy. As
much as I wanted my son, I couldn't wrap my head around what bein' a couple
with him would look like."

Theo went on, "And predictably, I behaved badly. I was also an
eighteen-year-old with a raging sex drive. I started huntin' down dudes who
looked like Dad, draggin' 'em back here, and fuckin' them within an inch of
their lives. Left callin' cards--crusty jocks, blasts of cum, empty lube
bottles--out in the open for Dad to discover. Took video of a bunch of the
dudes I plowed, then left the clips on Dad's computer desktop. Finally,"
Theo cut himself off, as though he were suddenly choosing his words
carefully. "Yeah, I scheduled a...um, sexy fuckin' Daddy, y'know, to come
by when I knew Dad would walk in on us." I was about to ask why Theo
suddenly seemed uncomfortable, when Jim continued.

"I tried to fight it, but seein' my flesh and blood balls deep in that Dad
cunt, it did somethin' to me," Jim told. "I had never been harder or more
hungry. Before I knew it, I was naked and fucking my boy in front of this
stranger, not giving a fuck what the other guy thought. That man later
confessed that he only wished he had that kind of bond with his own son."

My Dad piped up, in a hoarse voice that sounded a little guilty. "So that
you know," Dad said, his hand finding my knee. With a gentle squeeze, my
father met my eye, "And so we don't have any secrets, son. I was the man
gettin' fucked by Theo. That's how I met the Frenchs, Trey."

I was not prepared for that revelation, but visualizing my Dad getting
railed by Theo brought my son cock to rock hardness. I had already
witnessed the younger French banging Dad, back during the first time I
caught my father at the the Dad-Son party. Nevertheless, realizing that my
manly, alpha bull Dad had been a fuckhole for teenage dick for years before
I discovered it, made my uncut prick steely.

Theo interrupted my dirty thoughts, "After a, y'know, a fun night with your
Dad, we finally had the Talk. Pretty much from that point on, Dad was my
man. We sorted out bein' able to fuck other dudes--the first four, five
years we were strictly monogamous--but our bedroom talk always seemed to
wind back to our first threesome with your Dad. We heard about the Dad-Son
parties, and we eventually decided to go."

Jim joked, "Three guesses who we meet our first time."

Dad looked at me sheepishly, raising his palm. "Like I told you before,
Trey. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't think I could have it. I figured I
needed to get that itch scratched before I try somethin' stupid with my own
boy."

I grabbed the hand Dad had placed on my knee, tears welling up in the
corners of my eye. "Fuck, Dad," I started, leaning towards him in my
chair. "I'm just glad we have...this. Now. My only regret is we didn't
start it sooner."

Dad reached up to run his fingers along my jawline. His hand cupped my ear,
and our foreheads met as he whispered, "What matters, baby boy, is we have
each other now."

Theo pushed himself away from the dinner table, clearing the table in
carefully stacked plates. As he walked away, I noticed the Theo's muscular
back and ass shift as he moved. Jim got up to help quietly, and the Frenchs
were affectionately playing grab-ass as they cleaned up in the open
kitchen. Dad and me sat in silence for several minutes as we watched the
sexy blonde men finish.

I broke our quiet, whispering to my father, "I wanna have the Talk,
Dad. But when we get home later. Okay?"

Dad's hands were shaking, and he pulled them closer to his body. Still, he
nodded. When he looked up at me, his dark blue eyes wet and vulnerable, I
never wanted to kiss a man more than this moment. Our lips grazed, and I
was about to slip my father my tongue when we heard the footfalls of Theo
and Jim. My Dad and me turned to see the handsome father-and-son couple
bounding towards us, snickering between themselves.

"So Dad and me were thinkin'" Theo returned to his chair with another round
of beers. His father was a step behind, dropping his towel as he sat down
naked. Both men had impish, identical grins that telegraphed their rakish
intent. "You've had your fun runnin' the show for a while, Trey, but I
kinda want my turn."

Dad turned, appearing thankful for the subject change. "Oh yeah?" he asked,
a smile growing on his handsome bearded mug. "What do you have in mind,
son?"

Theo's hairy cock was mostly hard again, his proud seven inches red and
shiny. "Dad was tellin' me how it'd be hot to watch me fuck Trey," replied
the young blonde stud, "And I'm definitely down. Fuck, Trey, you look just
like your Old Man, and I love fuckin' him."

"So long as you're okay with it," confirmed Jim French, his curved Daddy
cock at full erection. A clear pearl of pre-cum glistened at his piss
slit. The elder French ran a hand along his own hairy pec, his fingers
kneading his nipple absently. "But fuck me, Trey, that'd be fuckin' hot!"

I shot Dad a quick look. It wasn't that I didn't want to fool around with
Theo--the guy was unmistakably sexy--but I felt interrupted. Dad and me
needed to sort things out, but I also knew this wasn't the right time or
place. For his part, Dad stared at me with a ravenous expectation, then
leaned back in his chair. His big Daddy piece throbbed upwards from his
lap, already slick by his own cock juices. "Don't look at me, Trey!" my
father offered playfully, "If you wanna fuck around with Theo, son, do it!
I won't lie and say I don't wanna watch that."

Dad's hand wandered to his own large sonfucker, tugging gently as he
waited. I pushed off from the table and started to rise. Without another
word, Theo had closed the distance. The younger blonde man pushed an open
palm into my chest, sending my back into the chair. He dropped to his knees
in one effortless move, taking down my fat college boy dick in one deep
gulp.

My son cock was at full mast in an instant as Theo serviced me. Theo didn't
so much bob his head on my meat so much as repeatedly swallow me whole. His
throat was milking my eight-plus inches of uncut dick in rhythmic strokes,
bringing me much closer to release than I would have anticipated within a
minute. I squirmed in my seat, tapping his head as I pressed his
shoulder. My cock looked profane and shiny as it popped free of Theo's
perfect milking mouth.

"Y-you got me close, bro," I warned, which made Theo smile with pride. The
handsome blonde boy dove into my crotch, his face and tongue smashing into
my pubes and nutsac as he breathed in the scent of sex and son musk. Theo
was lapping along my balls and taint with a fat, hungry tongue. I spread my
beefy thighs to give the younger French better access, and Theo grunted
happily as he licked along my junk.

Dad and Jim were standing over us on either side, stroking their Dadcocks
at an easy clip. Jim suggested we move the action indoors, and Theo hopped
to his feet. He grabbed my wrist and led the way inside to the Frenchs'
bedroom. Our fathers were following quickly behind, but stopped short at
the doorway. Jim threw an arm over my Dad's shoulders as both returned to
jerking off to our show.

Theo pulled me close, his hands palming the hard cheeks of my ass. I leaned
in for a kiss, but the younger blonde had a different idea. He spun me
around and shoved, the unexpected move forcing me to flatten on their
sprawling bed. Immediately, Theo was between my legs, his knees nudging my
muscled thighs apart. His big hands cupped my thick butt, spreading my
trench wide open.

"Hot fuckin' hole, bro," groaned Theo before diving in on my ass. His
tongue felt electric as it found my pink, as the blonde man thrashed his
mouth along my hairy crack ravenously. Theo French clearly learned to eat
pussy from his father, and I cried out with animal sounds before pushing my
own face into a pillow. Theo licked around my rim for what felt like
several minutes, the sensation relaxing my body as our combined focus
turned to my ass. Theo pulled away long enough to mutter, "I'm gonna breed
the fuck outta this cunt, Dad," before spearing his tongue directly into my
soft knot.

"That's right, son," I heard Jim say from behind us, his voice dripping
with lust, "You're gonna cunt your bro. Fuck him so hard he can't walk
right. Show your Daddy how you breed like a stud." His father's words were
clearly having an effect on Theo, because he drilled what felt like a foot
of tongue into my ass. Hard palms came down on my thick glutes in a loud
double smack, making my hole clench in shock around the blonde son's greedy
mouth.

Theo spat into my intimate slot, then slapped my ass a few more times. The
sensation made goosebumps shiver across the sensitive skin of my thick
college boy butt. The younger French growled his approval, "Pretty fuckin'
cunt, bro. Gonna knock this bro pussy up, show my Dad I'm a fuckin' bull
just like him."

I found myself getting riled up by how the father and son were goading one
another. I swiveled my hips, shifting my big college boy ass up so my hole
was even more exposed. I could feel Theo's breath against my tender
pink. My voice was low and hungry. "Fuck yeah, bro," I encouraged, finding
myself getting off on the idea of Theo French being my brother, "Get that
big bro dick in me! Cunt me out for your Daddy." I paused, then corrected
myself, "For our Daddies."

At my last comment, all three men moaned in unison. It wasn't just me,
apparently, that approved of Theo and me forming a brotherly bond. Theo
hocked another gob of spit across my trench, then stood up at the edge of
the bed. "Flip onto your back, Trey," he commanded. His tight muscles
looked so fucking manly as they shifted beneath his thin sheen of sweat and
blond fur. I threw my legs up after I rolled over, hooking my thick calves
with my hairy forearms. My hole was wet and open, eager for Theo to make it
his bro cunt. "I wanna watch my lil' bro's face as I breed him."

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Coming Soon...Chapter 17: Three The Hard Way