Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2017 10:28:28 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Part 5: Claimed (Gay Incest theme) Anthem Part 5: Claimed 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: 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." ___________________________________________ Dad was slathering his dick with a ton of lube, the light in his--our bedroom--making his big piece look obscene. The veins along his thick shaft stood out in contrast, and even from several paces I swear I could see his heart beating out his pulse. I was watching him behind me thanks to a mirror hanging off his closet door. Our eyes locked, and his narrowed. "You ready, son? This is gonna be pretty intense. Probably gonna hurt like a motherfucker, but you said you wanted it rough, so..." The cocky smirk that twisted his lips turning me on as much as scaring me. I knew Dad was a fucking beast in the sack, and I had egged him on to break in my cunt full-bore. Dad hopped up onto the bed, nudging my feet apart with his knees as he closed in on his prize. He was a good six inches away from my hole, and I could still feel the heat enamating from my father's meaty prick. When Dad gripped my waist with his rugged, calloused hands, my body started shaking. Part of it was fear--my hole was about to be split open by a big fuckin' Daddy dick!--but mostly it was anticipation. Dad used his strong hands on my hips to pull me back towards him. A heartbeat later, and he was sawing his meat along my crack, his heavy bull nuts resting next to my virgin pucker. I was already moaning, grinding my ass against the heft and hardness of my father's hairy cock. "Say the word, son, and I'll make sweet love to that pretty fuckin' pussy. Eat that hole for another hour, enter you slow and steady, even let you ride my cock til you blast," Dad said, offering me a final out. "Like, I said, say the word. Because if you don't, I'm gonna see to it you don't walk right for a month." My heart was beating so hard it ached. Every inch of my skin was on alert, shivering at the barest stimulation. Dad's breath on my neck, and the way his heat poured from him, were both doing a number on me. Deep in my gut, I felt something entirely new: what I would later learn to identify as hunger for dick. My hole was clenching as Dad ran his impressive piece along my trench. I pushed my chest into the mattress, flattening my torso and bringing my thick ass higher up. I was doing my damnedest to imitate how I first saw Dad a month back when he was begging for all comers at the Dad-son party. I summoned as much gravel as my voice could, then answered the man about to cop my cherry. "The first time we--" I began hesitantly. "The first time, you said I didn't have to be gentle. That you were a fuckin' bull. And then you proved it by taking everything I threw at you." The images of our first time together, and how hot a fuck Dad had been for my college boy cock, made me bold. "I am my father's son. If he can do it, so can I. Fuck me out, Daddy. Turn my jock boy ass into your cunt. Don't fuckin' hold back." Dad was grinning behind me, but there was no kindness in his eyes. "I was kinda hoping you'd say that, son." What happened next changed me forever. I heard the sound of my father spitting. Time seemed to slow down sharply, moments dragging into minutes as the tip of Dad's huge bone found my pink. The spittle struck me, splashing hot against my rim and trailing onto his dick head. Dad had skinned back his foreskin--clearly he wanted every nerve along his glans to savor taking my virginity. There was pressure against my hole, still clamping down in its final defense. I exhaled, and my college boy cunt was deflowered as Dad drove a good six inches of fat Daddy meat up my gut. It hurt like a motherfucker. I tried to buck away, but Dad planted his hands on the center of my back and pushed down. It gave him leverage to hold me down easily, and without meaning to, I had arched my ass further up in the resistance. In trying to pull free from Dadcock, I had impaled myself further! Dad was now balls deep inside of me, his shank pulsing as my tight hole tried in vain to push him back out. My father grabbed my hips and ground his pelvis into my muscled ass cheeks, hitting spots deep up my chute that were equally made my balls tighten and felt like he was trying to kill me with his dick. Clearly, Dad was savoring the sensation of having a brand new cunt wrapped around his piece. That it was his own flesh-and-blood son giving up his pussy for the first time brought the fuck to a whole new level. "Fuck, Trey, I'm inside you. Nuts deep in my baby boy's sweet, sweet cunt," Dad held me in submission, and was talking trash in a low, steady voice. "Gonna mark this with my seed, boy. Gonna take that cherry right, make sure all those other alphas dogs know this pussy already has a Daddy. That what you want, son?" His words were fucking with my head, hitting all my fantasies as he warned me. The idea of Dad fucking me had been an integral part of my sexual longing for years. That the eight inches of beercan-thick fuck meat shoved up my ass belonged to the man who literally made me was an entirely different element to how much I needed this. The thought of my Dad inside me made my hole flinch, the muscular ring clamping around the cock invading me. I couldn't speak. The feeling of being so stretched open, of getting so much pushed into me all at once, made me see stars. Dad was watching my face from the mirror, paternal pride almost dripping from him. "Yeah, son. I can feel that hole milking my Daddy dick already. My son's a born pussyboy. Fuckin' hot versatile stud. Throws a brutal stud fuck with his big son cock. Takes his Daddy's dick to the root like a two-buck whore." Dad was getting me revved up by his filthy talk. As he ground his fat crowbar piece into me, I found myself pushing through the discomfort. As my father's words sank into my head, I was grinding my meaty ass back on that Dadcock. Dad pulled out his thick shank by half, my ass suddenly feeling a mix of relief and emptiness. And just as quick, my Old Man slammed his cock back in, mashing his thick pubes against my sweaty trench. The impact drove my breath from my lungs. Before I could recover, Dad sawed back and fucked in again. Then again. Then again. Each time, Dad fucked his dick back in a little more aggressively, shaking me to the bone as he opened my cunt. My hole was on fire from the pressure and pain. Looking up into the mirror, I saw a snarl play along my father's rugged features. His hands on my hips became a vice grip as he pulled my butt onto his Dadcock, viciously ramming into me. "You wanted this, son. Talked shit, said don't hold back. Don't hold back. This is what this feels like. Daddy's gonna really lay pipe on you now, Trey. Gonna breed that college boy jock pussy, turn it into my cunt. That means your Old Man's gonna go into rut, pound that hole like a beast `til I let my Dadseed loose and knock up my hot fuckin' son." As Dad spoke to spoke to me, he found his rhythm, sawing in and out of my sore and broken hole. My Daddy split me in half, his words making me feel dirty while craving him to somehow fuck me harder. There was a part of me that wanted to tap out--fuck only knows how abused my no-longer-virgin ass is now. My father hunched over me, hiking up on his feet. His hairy chest was bringing weight to my back, his hands finding my nipples from familiarity. Savage twists along my chest sent my nipples to the same place as my ass: riding that space between aching and needing more of it. Dad's lips were now right behind me ear, and focusing on his words seemed to help me cope with his big dick jackhammering my son hole into submission. "Can't believe this cunt's cherry, and that Daddy gets to pop it. Fuck hole feels so fuckin' right around my Dadcock, baby boy. Like I made you on purpose, so one day you'd become my pussyboy." I groaned from the discomfort, under which a distinct buzzing sensation began to express itself. This position--Dad rabbit-fucking me, pinning me down with his bulky muscles, talking shit about making my hole his pussy--was shifting the pain into something else entirely. Dad kept hitting the spot about six inches inside me that forced my rock-hard dick to soak the jock I'm wearing. Dad's jock, I reminded myself as Dad rammed his big pipe home. The jock he was wearing when he bred Mom. The jock he wore while makin' me. It would have been so easy for me to cream this jock at the very thought. To add my nut to who-knows-how-many loads Dad fired off into the pouch was a charge on its own. I knew that I was ready to bust if I so much as looked down at my dick. Dad was steamrolling towards his own release as well. His weight was pushing me further down on the mattress, pounding my butt with a steady cadence that threatened to break the mattress. Dad's dick was pummeling my cunt from the inside, and every push and backslide was dragging along my butt nut. Just when I thought my Old Man had hit his stride, he arched his back up. He pressed his palms into the small of my back, shoving my waist into the bed as he took the leverage of higher ground. His fuck became faster, more insistent, more erratic as he punched his throbbing Dadcock right through my virginity. Dad's voice was all gravel, his thrusts punctuating his words. "Fuckin' dreamed about this cunt for a long time, son. Never thought I stood a chance to claim it, but fuck if my boy's hole ain't the best pussy I've ever sunk my prick into. That you saved it for me is so fuckin' hot, baby boy. Can't believe my sexy alpha stud son is givin' up his cherry to his Old Man," he growled. Dad's pace increased again, his dick now stabbing right into my prostate as his muscular hips bucked forward. He was going all-out, fucking into me with total abandon. Whatever our feelings were, whatever pain I felt, whatever connection we shared--none of it mattered in this moment. All that did was my father reaching his climax, while eight-plus inches of steel-hard uncut Daddy prick savaged my son hole. His breathing became tighter, and his focus became singular as he reached his big moment. "Fuck, son," he managed to grit out as I could feel his dick enlarge inside me. "Here it comes! Fuck!" Dad let out a guttural roar as he sank his bone all the way in and fired off shot after shot of Dadcum. It wasn't that I could feel his cum, so much that my sensitive cherry-no-more hole was stretched with every flex of his piece. Each shot throbbed in me, and the warmth of his paternal seed filled me with a sense of pride. My Dad fucked my virgin ass, and I took it like a man until he bred. Dad was panting as he released inside me, and I was teetering on the edge myself. I started rocking my ass back, hammering my own cunt on the Daddy dick still impaling it. The pain was mostly gone, and what remained actually made the pleasure of having my prostate smashed feel even better. Dad's cum had left my chute slick, and I felt my piece expand and shoot as I fucked back on Dadcock. I couldn't even speak as the waves of intensity overwhelmed me. My big son dick--the one I inherited from the man who just claimed my virgin cunt--blasted into Dad's jockstrap. Just as he had marked my tight college boy hole, I had left mine in the weathered and well-stained pouch. The sensation made my whole body shudder. My young muscles contracted hard as my hole clamped tight on its invader. I had slammed my eyes shut as I brought myself off, and for a moment, it felt like I lost consciousness. What never diminished was the intensity of feeling my father's girthy cock wedged up into his newly-minted cumdump. Catching his breath as he watched me get off, Dad's face was a picture of joy. After letting me ride him to completion, my father slid out, a loud slurp coming from where we were no longer joined. His piece was still hard, glistening with my ass and streaks of his white Daddy cum. "God damn it, Trey," he said, rolling onto his back. He used a hairy forearm to wipe away the earned sweat from his forehead. "That was...somethin' else. Better than I fantasized. Worth the fuckin' wait." ___________________________________________ Coming Soon...Chapter Six: Feeling It!