Date: Mon, 21 May 2018 21:14:40 -0500 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem 21: Taming the Beast Anthem Part 21: Taming the Beast 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: @talesfromunderthemattress, @nattysoltesz, @boymercuryx, and the sadly soon retiring @drakestories. If you need to rub one out between chapters of Anthem, they write excellent go-to fuck stories. If you got off to my story, shoot me an email to tell me what turned you on: roughrawready(at)gmail(dot)com _______________________________________ Previously: Dad gazed down, his features softened with the pride of seeing his boy pull a fuck train. "If you need a break or to stop, Trey, say the word. You really game for this?" I nodded enthusiastically, using my hairy forearm to wipe sweat from my brow. "Fuck, Dad, this is what you've been training my hole for!" For the life of me, I could not stop grinning. "Bring all these fuckers on, so long as my stud boyfriend is the last man to cunt me out. Let me show you what kind of man you made, Dad!" Dad half-snarled, half-smiled as he grabbed my ankles and pulled them wide. He looked up to Tattoo Guy, who seemed eager for a prime alpha rut. "Buddy," my father teased the hairy, slender man at my hole, "Get that bone inside my son's sweet pussy, and THAT will be the hottest fuckin' thing you've ever done!" _________________________________________ It was daylight before Dad poured me into a Lyft back to our hotel room. My legs were rubbery and half-numb, my skin covered in the piss and cum of fuck-knows-how-many men. I lost track after the first dozen. Dad said he was counting the number of men at first, but his counting grew hazy when some of the guys went in for seconds on my ass. As we dressed, Coach McCrae had stared at me in partial disbelief, his tone almost reverent. "Fuckin' A, Aldine!" drawled my high school baseball coach, "Forty-six loads! I knew you were a fuckin' beast, but that's some serious black belt pussyboy shit!" McCrae cocked the brim of his ball cap up to show his face in the morning light. His nephew had shot in me a third time before he ducked out midway through the gang bang. My hole was wrecked, to put it mildly. Stretched open and soaked with cum, I was clenching my cheeks to keep from leaking on the car seat. Dad wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder for the ride, then propped me up as he helped me through the hotel lobby into the elevator. Pushing me into our room, Dad tossed my pliant body onto our bed and began peeling off my clothes. As demolished as my body felt, I was still wide awake. Over two dozen men had taken a shot at my open college boy cunt, many of them coming in for another round. If Coach was to be believed, I had taken forty-six wads up my ass. I could smell the stink of mostly-dried piss on my chest and in my beard. My father stood at the foot of the bed, stripping slowly as he took in my naked body. I was laying on my back, my thick legs spread wide. My balls were sweaty and hanging low between my thighs. I ran a hand through my hair, and the reek from my own pit made my half-hard dick involuntarily pulse. Dad shook his head slowly, whispering, "My fuckin' boy. Just pulled a train of random fuckin' dudes, and he's still hungry for more!" "Always, with my Daddy," I replied in a dreamy voice. Watching my Dad get naked had firmed up my son cock, and I gave my dick some lazy tugs to peel back my foreskin. "With my hot fuckin' boyfriend, I'm always down." Dad climbed on the hotel bed, then pushed between my thighs. "Really?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted in an unspoken question. His own Dadcock was chubbing up as he closed in on my body. He breathed in deeply near my skin, my father's eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled. "Don't get me wrong, Dad, my cunt's off limits," I clarified as a I stroked my big son piece, "Your last fuck near-fuckin' destroyed it. That ain't a complaint--I fuckin' needed it. But I'm sore down there." Dad dropped to his elbows between my legs, scooting in until his face was grazing my hairy balls. We both grunted at the contact, Dad from the scent and taste of his son's junk. I was revved up already, and the electric feel of my father's beard against my sac felt fuckin' amazing. I reached down and ran my hand against Dad's scalp, coaxing him for more. I pushed my thick ball player legs wider to give my father better access. Dad snarled happily, then licked my balls with a wide, wet slurp. Nuzzling his nose and face against my low hangers, Dad's mouth found purchase against my most vulnerable ridge. Sucking hard on my taint, my father growled hungrily. "My fuckin' boy," he called as he chewed on my crotch, "Tastes so fuckin' good, Trey." Dad's strong hands pushed my thighs wider and up, exposing my fucked-out son gape. For a moment, my instinct kicked in and I tried to squirm away. My hole had just taken hours of pummeling but a couple dozen men. My Dad had already emptied his balls in my cunt twice during the gang bang. As much as I wanted to always leave my hole available to the man I loved, I knew my abused hole was unable to endure another fucking. Dad hooked his muscular arms around my legs and held fast, pulling my ass back towards his face. "Easy now, son" urged my father, his tone seductive. "Relax, kick back and let me eat that hot, hairy ass. Let Daddy taste all that seed that's filling up my son's perfect pussy." I went limp as my Dad ducked his chin down and into my trench. His beard scraped along my crack, the electricity of our connection making my hole and head buzz. My defenses quelled, I was abruptly malleable when Dad pushed my knees up to my chest. My father, my boyfriend, lapped at my bruised rim with a flat tongue. His lips wrapped along my hole and kissed my most tender part with a surprisingly delicate touch. "Flip over, son," commanded Dad as he rolled me onto my stomach. I shivered as my father returned his mouth to my ass, his beard melding with the fur that lined my crack. Dad's tongue was a deft invader as it slow-screwed its way past my vulnerable ring. He groaned loudly into my cunt as he drilled into my soft, bruised folds, his hands kneading my hard ass cheeks as he feasted. "God damn, Trey," Dad complimented, his paternal voice quiet yet somehow filling the room. "You have the best ass I've ever seen, fucked, tasted!" Dad slithered his tongue into me again for another round of eating my hole. Coming up again for air, my father was almost boyishly excited, exclaiming, "Fuck, baby boy, I can taste their cum in you!" I swiveled my hips and smashed my hole back onto my father's eager mouth. Dad wormed his agile lips against my cunt, his loud slurps filling the room. My sore ass was soothed by my boyfriend's glorious rimjob, goosebumps rising on my thick college boy butt. "How's that feel, son?" Dad urged, "Daddy eatin' the fuck seed of all those other studs out of his own boy's stretched-out son cunt? That doin' it for ya, Trey?" Dad's filthy talk made my hole clench right in front of him, and he sighed heavily before diving back it to feast. My fingers dig into the bed sheets, and I pulled my face up from being buried in a pillow to cry out, "Fuck yeah! No one does me like you, Daddy. Your mouth on my cunt is the fuckin' best!" As Dad drilled into to feed on my college boy gape, I felt emboldened. "Took forty-some loads up my chute, Dad. You tryin' to get at all of them? You wanna eat the ball scum from those bulls out your own son's well-bred pussy?" "Fuck yeah, Trey," my father egged on, "My slutty fuckin' son pulled a fuckin' train! Let all comers nut in his deep cunt! Wanna taste that seed!" I reached back and pushed Dad's face back into my trench. My father dutifully went back to chewing on my rim. Though we normally didn't bring up our past exploits sexually in bed, I was made fearless by how good Dad was eating my hole. "You like watching your own boy--" I began, grinding my gaping hole against my Dad's lashing tongue, "--your own fuckin' son--take all those guys on? It turn you on to watch your boyfriend take all that fuckin' pounding? It get you off to taste all that fuckin' breed that was shot up your slutty son's wrecked fuckhole?" Dad pulled off my ass to give me a long, lustful glare. "Damn, Trey," he admitted in a hushed tone, "Your verbal game is on fire. Looks like I've created a monster!" I hiked up onto my knees, spreading them wide to give my boyfriend better access to my cunt. "Fuck yeah, Dad," I teased, "I'm a chip off the fuckin' block! I love showin' my Old Man how I am just fuckin' like him!" His eyelids fluttering, Dad slammed his eyes shut and went back to chowing down on my ass. My father was intent to lick my cunt clean when I dropped a bomb, "Which one was your favorite?" I asked tentatively, then I doubled down, "Which dude fuckin' me most got you most hard, Dad?" My father shot me a long, uncertain look. "Trey..." "Which one?" I pressed, "McCrae and his huge fuckin' Coachprick?" "Coach's nephew, and that fuckin' ball bat dick? That fuckin' boy cored me out!" I flexed my ass cheeks, then relaxed to back up onto Dad's mouth. "The older bulls, with the silver hair and their need to prove they're still alpha fuckers? Boys more my age, with--" Dad interrupted in a hollow, almost guilty voice, "The black guys. The couple." My memory shot back to the two men immediately. Both were lean with tightly-packed muscle and beautiful smiles after they blew their wads inside me. One of them bore skin the color of dark chocolate, while his older partner was several shades darker and richer. Both men were stunningly handsome and seemed to communicate with one another with a series of glances. The darker of the two men had bred me balls deep as he kissed his boyfriend. After he came down from his breed, he flipped me onto my belly so he could hold my ass cheeks wide open for his man. His elder stud egged his boyfriend on the entire time, their own passion for watching the other get their rut was a visceral thing. The younger stud cried out how he loved his man when he hosed my gut with his wad. "Oh fuck yeah," I encouraged, "They were fuckin' sexy, Dad! You like those black dicks claiming your boy's white pussy?" "It wasn't their cocks, Trey," admitted my father. "I mean, yeah, I liked watchin' them fuck you. And their dark skin against your creamy white ass was definitely fuckin' hot to watch." Dad got up on his knees and rolled me onto my back. He offered sheepishly, "What got me off was how they were such a couple. The way they knew how to get the other off with a glance, or a sentence. They way they kissed...Trey, hand to fuckin' God, it was enough to bring me off," Dad's voice was distant, almost dreamlike. "It wasn't that they were hot because they were black, son--they were hot because they were fuckin' hot. Because they were clearly in love, so together, even when they were cunting out my boy's sweet, deep hole." I propped myself on my elbows, looking my handsome father's naked body up and down. His big Dadcock was skinned back, raging, and leaking a small puddle into the hotel sheets. Licking my lips, I answered what I felt was being asked. "It's like what he have, Dad. Our bond. I don't want any of...this, whatever it is, if I can't have you sharing it with me. You're the man I love." I could see my father's eyes grow shimmery as he clamped them closed to fight back tears. He climbed on top of me and our tongues met. I could taste my ass and the cum Dad had coaxed from my inner folds as our mouths collided. In that moment, I swooned at the wellspring of feelings. Safe. Whole. Connected. Dad reached between my legs and pawed along my gape with his sturdy fingers. I was about to protest when a pair of digits gingerly pushed inside my cunt. My father's gentle work made my soft hole bloom around his invasion. "Fuuuuuuuck," Dad moaned into our kiss before he pulled back. My father revealed his fingers by lifting them up before me. His palm held a glob of creamy jizz and his fingers were coated in a mix of fuck slime that had been previously deposited up my chute. I was about to say something about this cum, but Dad instead slid his scum-covered hand along my crowbar-hard Dadfucker. The seed glazing my son dick was warm and slick. My cock--a near clone of my father's perfect shank--was made shiny and almost angry as it jutted up from my full bush. Dad stroked back my foreskin as he worked my meat and pushed me back onto the mattress. Dad brought himself up onto his feet, squatting down so that his beefy Dadcunt hovered just above my crotch. His thick, hairy ass looked obscenely massive and strong, and in that moment all I wanted was to shove my dick balls deep into my father. "Pull your legs up some, son," commanded Dad in a hoarse, needful voice. When I complied, Dad fingered my ass again. His touch was impossibly soft and insistent at the same time. After a time, he coaxed another large wad of seed from inside me. Without another word, Dad smeared the slime onto the head of my dick. My father then sank his heavy ass down on my bone in an effortless push, exhaling sharply as he let gravity assist in getting my big son dick up his butch pussy. As Dad began rocking his stud ass on my cuntsplitter, I cried out into his mouth as we made out feverishly. I began thrusting upwards, eliciting sharp winces from my handsome Dad. Soon we reached a steady rhythm. "Fuckin' love that hot Dadcunt," I groaned, "Fuckin' love the man who's givin' it to me!" "I love you back, baby boy," Dad responded, throwing his head back as he reveled in our fuck. "Usin' all that random seed from my slutty boy's gang bang to lube my hole! Big fuckin' son prick buried nuts deep up his Old Man's hairy ass! The fuckin' best!" I pushed on Dad's shoulders, and he took my hint, rolling onto his back. We became untangled from cock to cunt as my father shifted and raised his meaty legs. I stood along the edge of the bed, stroking my fat Dadfucker. My free hand reached back into my ass cleft as I willed my battered hole to relax further. A slight push, and another wad of thick, pearly cream bubbled out and onto my probing fingers. Dad caught sight of what I just did as I brought my hand up between us. "Fuuuuuck!" he congratulated, "You took a fuck ton of cum inside you, Trey!" My father's pucker spasmed within his hairy trench, a siren's call that tugged at my nuts. Dad provoked further, gripping his own beefy butt cheeks and pulling them apart. "What are you gonna do with that seed, baby boy?" Nothing in the world made me feel like more of a stud than plowing my own father's son-hungry cunt. I slathered the mixed spunk--cum that had been gang-bred into my ass just an hour before--along my achingly hard piece. Without a word, I answered my Dad, shoving home in his tight pink clench to show him exactly what I wanted. I built up steam quickly, our bulky muscles rocking along with the rhythmic impact. Dad wasn't the kind of bottom who needed a lot of time to acclimate. When a man as studly as my father throws up his legs and offers you his sweet Daddy hole, he was expecting an alpha-level cocksman to bang his cunt in half. I could read Dad's face as I plowed him, his expression rapidly shifting from riding through the initial discomfort to paternal bliss. I felt the first pangs of orgasm shudder through my nuts as Dad piped up, "What about you, Trey?" Grazing my sensitive nipples, he paused again before specifying, "Which one was your favorite? From earlier, I mean." It took me no time at all to answer at all. "I got off really hard when you pissed on me, Dad," I confessed, "When I...y'know...I tasted it." The fresh memory was enough to draw my balls right against my shaft. I could suddenly recall the distinct scent, the heat was of Dad's piss against my skin. Several other guys that night had hosed me down, but it was the look on my father's face as I reveled in a new, piggish level that got me. "Oh yeah, baby boy?" Dad cupped my hairy pecs and squeezed, "You liked how Daddy marked you? You liked wearing your Old Man's fuckin' piss scent?" My father's words made my thrusts harder and more deliberate. Between strokes, I moaned, "Fuck yeah, Dad! Been wantin' it for a while, since we did it with Theo and Jim. Fuckin' gets me off how we mark each other, inside and out. Like I'm about to do your sweet fuckin' stud pussy...I'm right there, Dad..." "Go ahead, baby boy," Dad gripped my shoulders and nodded, "Cunt out your Daddy's muscle hole. You own that pussy, son...put your fuckin' mark on it!" Slamming my hips home, I let out a loud grunting cry as my opening salvo blasted straight up my father's gut. I continued to punch fuck into Dad's tight cunt, every push punctuated by another shot of college boy seed. Dad looked up at me with a beatific expression as he took my breed, and I could feel his muscular ass ring quiver and grip along my shaft. I bottomed out deep in Dad, collapsing over him and meeting his lips with mine. My father wrapped his big arms around my neck, bucking his hips erratically to fuck himself as we made out. His steely Dadcock thrust along my belly as my still-hard dick grazed his inner sweet spot. Dad shouted into my mouth as he came, his hole becoming a vice as he unloaded. My father was left shivering as blasts of Daddy scum painted both our chests. Propping myself up into a push-up, I gazed down on the man who made me with a full heart. What we shared was powerful, and part of me wanted to stretch out this moment so it would last. "That," I started, catching my breath, "Was fuckin' awesome! I can't get enough of you, Dad!" "Same here, son," Dad replied, then offered in a softer voice, "For as long as you want it, my ass is yours for the takin'." I cocked my head to the side, "What's that mean, 'for as long as I want'? I'm never gonna want to give this up, Dad." "I know," Dad said, staring off into space. "But that might change once you're back at school. And I want you to know that it's okay." We both groaned as I pulled my softening prick from my father's ass. I fell onto the bed next to him, I dismissed, "That's bullshit, Dad, and you ought to know that. Me goin' back to school don't have to change anything. I...I want what we have, Dad. And fuckin' other dudes ain't gonna scratch that itch. I'll come home on weekends, and--" "You know you ain't gotta do that," Dad interrupted in a solemn voice. "You think I don't know that? I'm my own man, I make my own decisions. You said as much," I parried, rolling over onto my side to face Dad. "And I choose this, Dad. I need this!" Dad sighed, and for a moment we lay there in uneasy quiet. He traced lazy patterns in the cum that had pooled in the fur between his burly pecs. "I ain't ever gonna not want this, Trey," began my father, "But while you're away, I don't want you to hold back goin' after what you want. And if you find a spark with somebody, I want you to chase it." I opened my mouth, ready to protest, and Dad glared me into silence. "I'll always be here, and I'll always want to have this bond. That'll never go away. But I don't want you to rule out exploring your options while you're out there. You deserve that freedom, son." "Are you fuckin' kidding me?" I asked sarcastically. I ducked down and kissed along Dad's nearest nipple, slurping up a white streak of saline jizz that nearly gleamed in the darkened hotel room. "I can guarantee I'm gonna fuck my way through damn near half the student body! I'm my father's son, and that means I have the fuckin' beast sex drive. And with the stress of school, I'm gonna need that release." "But that don't change anything, Dad," I pressed. "Fuck, man, I just had a train pulled on my ass, and that only made me feel closer to you! Stickin' my cock in some pussy, or gettin' bred by some hunky college boy, don't change the fact that I have a fuckin' alpha stud boyfriend back at home. That I have a Daddy that I ain't gonna let go." My father was fighting back tears, and seeing that brought out the same sympathetic response in me. "Alright, Trey," choked my father, "However you wanna play this, is how it's gonna go. You call the shots, son. Always." Dad wrapped an arm around me and pulled me tighter towards his chest. I rested my cheek on the warm plane of Dad's chest. Before I nodded off to sleep, I felt his heart beat out a powerful song that, in that moment, only I could hear. ________________________________ Coming Soon...Chapter 22: Away Team