Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2017 11:36:04 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Chapter 4: The First Taste (Gay Incest Theme) Anthem Part 4: The First Taste I appreciate your feedback! I live 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: "I want it more than anything, Dad," I beamed, eager to take this next step with my Old Man. I put as much bass in my voice as I could muster, while offering my own father my most intimate place. "I've wanted you like this for a long time. Please...Daddy--" The name was a filthy prayer, the word itself making my tender hole wink at the man about to claim it. To his credit, Dad's steel-hard pick gurgled out a fat drop of precum that hung on his tip. "--cop my cherry. Fuck your son, Daddy." ___________________________________________ Dad listened to me beg for nearly a minute, my virgin pink swinging off the edge of the chair. After considering my offer, my father wet his lips with his fat tongue. He exhaled hard for what seemed like a long time, his pale eyes staring their way into my exposed hole. "Fuck, son. Fuck!" My father stroked his piece lewdly as he chose his words. He bit his lower lip for a moment, using his free hand to thumb his left nipple. "Who would have guessed my sexy fuckin' son wants his virgin hole cunted out by his Old Man? You gonna let Daddy long dick you, boy?" Dad took a step forward, almost menacing in his aggressive glare. Without waiting for me to answer, he went on. "I'm gonna teach that college boy pussy how to take a cock like a fuckin' man, how to milk Dadseed from my piece until my balls are dry. You think you're man enough to be my personal cumdump, son?" To drive home his point, Dad squeezed the head of his impressive meat, letting a thin rope of clear paternal leak fall from his piss slit. My throat was suddenly dry--Dad's swagger and filthy talk made my ass clamp shut from nerves. The smile was wiped from my face, and I nodded my assent. As scared as I might be to take a cock up my ass, there was nothing more that I wanted than for my father to wreck my hole with that heavy fuckin' Dadcock. Dad's smirk almost seemed cruel as he continued to stroke his cock. His loose foreskin slid over the head, only to be peeled back on the down stroke. As I fixated on my Dad's big dick, I wondered if it was even possible for my hole to stretch open enough to take him at full rut. "Sexy fuckin' boy," Dad half-muttered, dropping to his knees as he got within a single step of me. His big hands grabbed my ass with a wide-spread grip, his fingers digging into the cheeks. "Sexy fuckin' ass, son." His thumbs grazed my fuzzy crack, and I failed to suppress a shiver that made my whole body shake. Dad repeated the delicate touch, and I let out a guttural moan that surprised us both. Made bold by my reaction, Dad dug his fingertips into my trench, revealing my hole further up close. Before I could react, he leaned in and nudged my crack with his nose and stubbled chin. My response was visceral. I shuddered fiercely, the muscles in my construction work-hardened back knotting up. My ass bucked involuntarily towards may father's waiting mouth. His stubble scraped along my trench, making me feel equally like a whore and a stud. Dad chuckled a little, his breath warm against the folds of my clench. Then he pressed his handsome mug further into my ass, his lips brushing against my college boy hole. The sensation shook me profoundly--never had I felt so connected to my Dad. Sure, we were always tight. And the past month really brought a whole new dynamic to how I felt about the man who made me. But I had never felt so vulnerable, my legs spread wide to reveal a part of me that both excited and scared me. And there Dad was, face deep, kissing me down there. There was a new, wet sensation that I could not mistake. Dad was flitting his tongue against my hole, making it quiver and relax. He grunted his lust into my pucker, sending an intense vibration through my body. My moans got more deep as Dad dived further. A moment later, and my Old Man was pushing his strong tongue past my virgin ring. The feeling threatened to send me over the edge. "Oh, fuck...Dad...fuck!" I cried, whiteknuckling the arms of the chair as his mouth worked on my cherry. Dad had tapped into something primal within himself--his eyes shut, his hands a vice grip on keeping my son butt spread open. His stubble brought an extra layer of sensation--it wasn't that I was getting my ass eaten, it was an extra charge that such a butch alpha stud like Dad was feasting on his own son's hairy trench. And then there was Dad's mouth. His lips were sucking on my rim, making my hips swivel in bliss. His tongue was a machine, alternating between lapping against my hole and drilling inside my pink. Every moment made me relaxed and more pensive in equal turns, eager to have my father be the man who claims my virgin ass. My cock was jutting defiantly up in the air. It was so hard, and so primed to burst, that I made an effort to not touch myself. If I did, as keyed up as Dad was making me, I knew I'd blast and then chicken out from taking my first fuck. "Fuck, Daddy...I--" Dad popped his rugged face up from between my legs. Most of his face was slick with his own spit, his beard nearly sopping. "You like that, son? I could go all night..." his grin made my relaxed hole shiver. "...but you said you wanted fucked, and I plan to be the man who shows you how good getting fucked by a man can feel." "I don't want fucked by any man," I corrected, letting my face go serious. As good as this felt, and as much as I trusted my father, I was still terrified of giving up my ass. "I want the man who made me. The man who raised me right. The man I love--to claim what belongs to him. What has always belonged to him." Tears started to well up in the corners of my eyes. "I want my Dad, and I want him to breed me." Without warning, Dad lunged forward, kissing me passionately. Whatever fear I had evaporated, as his hands held my neck and jaw and comforted me as I sorted through my feelings. When he came up, he stared directly into me. "I'm gonna take what's mine, Trey, but I want you to remember. This, like everything, you call the shots. Getting fucked the first few times can be difficult, and there's no loss of face if it's you have to tap out. I don't have what you'd call a starter kit cock, so we'll go slow, and do what feels good. If it hurts, or gets too intense, it's cool to beg off. It's not like it'll be the only time we can do this." My hands were roaming Dad's broad back and shoulders as he spoke. I was keenly aware of my cunt, still spread open and pulsing from need. "Daddy, I need this," I sputtered in a whisper. "I need you. To take me. I want to show you that I'm cut from the same cloth as you. You keep saying that I'm in control of this, so fine: here's what I want. Don't hold back, Dad. And don't be gentle." I put as much gravity in my voice as I could, meeting his eyes and falling in love a little further. After several moments of consideration--and those pale blue eyes staring into me the whole time--Dad whispered, "Careful what you wish for, boy." Something in my father's face became sharper, almost predatory. He was up on his feet in a flash, towering over me with a presence that momentarily made me forget that I pretty much begged for this. I suppressed a shudder as his eyes went flinty, and he growled, "Get that pussy on my bed, son. All fours, facing the closet mirror. Here--" he yanked down his fuck-crusted jockstrap and kicked it up into his waiting hand. He tossed me the jock, then jerked his chin at the cum-stained, Dad-scented gear. "--put it on. I'm pretty sure that's the piece I was wearing when I knocked up your Mama. Seems fitting the boy I made wears it as I make him a fuckin' man." His words sank in slowly, my mind still reeling from how hot Dad's fuck-voice made me. When I realized that the man who made me was coaxing me to wear the underwear he wore while actually making me, hand to God I could have shot my wad on the spot. How did I manage to luck out and score the filthiest fuckin' stud ever as my Old Man? As I peeled the strap up my muscled thighs, sliding the fat band over my meaty college boy ass, I watched my father greasing up his massive piece. Slicked up, Dad's fuckstick seemed even more dangerous, beercan thick and hard as a crowbar. His eyes were fixated on my hairy son butt now, a man obsessed to distraction. My big mouth got me into this. Come hell or high water, Dad was about to claim my virgin hole. ___________________________________________ Coming Soon...Chapter Five: Claimed