Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2017 12:02:31 -0600 From: roughrawready Subject: Anthem, Part 7 (Gay Incest Theme) AnthemPart 7: Offerings 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: As I came down from climax, I finally looked back into my father's face. Taking in his rugged features, the way that I might look in twenty years if I was lucky. "Dad, I--" my stutter came from wanting to say so much, but not knowing where to begin. I took a deep breath, caught up to my thoughts, and tried again. "You're the first man I ever wanted," I stammered, gauging Dad for reaction as I spoke. "The first man I ever jerked off about. I used to stay up and listen to you bang your girlfriends, stroking along and wishing it was me taking your fuck." "Dad, I haven't touched my cock in years without thinking of you. How much I love you, and how much more I wish I could have with you." ___________________________________________ From the night Dad claimed my ass, we fell into a new routine. Every morning had us waking up even earlier. Dad had cleaned up his old weight bench in the garage, and we started the day with a solid pump. For a few days, we both threw on shorts, but a week in we were stripped down to just our jockstraps for support. The surge of testosterone and smell of sweat in the hotbox of a garage was a volatile combination. Our workouts would end with one of us getting plowed with the other's big uncut dick right there in our makeshift gym. After getting one another riled up, it was nothing for us to end up pumping seed into hole during our shower. While I certainly wasn't keeping score, it felt like every time I emptied my balls into my father's eager cunt, Dad was ready to breed me right back. One for one, every time. Dad made good on his vow from the night he claimed my cherry hole. Weeks went by with us both burying our loads deep inside the other. Every time I would get close when he boned me, my Old Man would pull out and spin to offer up his butch cunt. And it was nothing for him to bounce of my big college boy prick, then top mid-stroke, jerk my legs up, and rail a load hard and fast into my hungry son hole. Nearly a month went by, and every single wad of spunk we built up had been blasted into the others' ass. My Dad seemed buoyed by this, a subtle extra bounce in his step. Work had picked up for my father's construction company, and we were putting in a ton of extra hours to meet demand. The hard work only seemed to fuel Dad's swagger. He had always been a fucking stud, but lately it was as if I could smell his alpha-ness from a mile away. We would get home and fuck again, sometimes for hours. Our bond continued to grow deeper. We tied our filthy talk to our tenderness--how much we needed this, needed one another, loved how we shared such a powerful connection. Our swapped seed became a powerful talisman between us. And I couldn't get enough of Dad. His jacked Daddy muscles made me bone up and my hole quiver in equal proportion. His stud cuntsplitter of a cock had tamed my hole fully. I now invited him to do his worst to my son cunt. My father delivered bone-shaking pounding to my--his--hole, and I welcomed every thrust. And Dad's big, manly ass was the fuckhole of my dreams, and he could bring me off in minutes just by milking me with his internal cunt muscles. I loved him more for being such a total alpha stud willing to be so vulnerable for his boy. The Dad/son party was a few days away. Our emails arrived at the same time, with a private note from the host. Apparently Dad was missed by a lot of the boys, and I had likewise made an impression. "What do ya think, Trey?" Dad asked over dinner the next day. He didn't specify, but I knew what was on his mind. Like before, I was of two minds. On one hand, I had the man I wanted, and we were fucking so much that I wasn't sure I had any bone to spare. On the other, the party was fun and hot. Even before discovering my Dad was a no-loads-refused cumdump for son dick, I was ready to throw myself into an all-out Dad/son orgy! It's also where I shared Dad's hole with Theo, and got my dick expertly sucked by his father. Every time I thought of the duo my cock chubbed up. Apparently Dad had a thing for the younger blonde muscle stud, because they had a standing fuck session at these parties. The idea of watching my Dad get cunted out by a bunch of younger dudes was something that both turned me on and scared me. We had a good thing going, and I would give my right nut before doing anything to screw it. There was also a part of me that wanted to explore other guys around the same age as my father. Older dudes did it for me--they had ever since I could remember. My Dad was the prototype, sure, but I had still boned up over other Daddy types back when I thought he was out of reach. I once even convinced Kyle Priner's father to blow me late during a sleepover. Feeling the suction of his experienced mouth on my seventeen-year-old piece made me pop in all of thirty seconds, but fuck if it didn't cement for me that dudes double my age really turn my crank. "What do you think, Dad?" I asked. "I'm good either way. I like what we got. But I had a great time the last time." "Those two things ain't mutually exclusive, son," said Dad, leaning in to kiss me. The scruff of his beard scraped up against mine, and with it my cock at full rage. "I love you, baby boy, and I love what we got. Ain't nothin' gonna change that. Including if we fool around with other dudes." "Besides," he said hesitantly, as though he were still trying to think about how he wanted to say what he wanted to say. "I think it might be good for you to explore some, Trey. Get some more notches on your belt. Figure out what you want for the future." "Fuck that, Dad," I screwed up my face in disapproval. "What I want is right here. This, right here, is what my future looks like. Do I like the idea of getting my dick wet inside other hot Daddy types? Fuck yeah. But they aren't the man I love. And ain't nobody replacing you, Old Man." "So it sounds like you wanna go," Dad looked away, then grabbed my thigh under the table. His strong hand kneaded my thick quad as he continued. "And I can't say it wouldn't be fun watching you go buck fuckin' wild. I just want you to feel okay with it. Whatever we do, however deep we go, you're in control, son." "Let's do it, Dad," I beamed, reaching up to cuff my palm against his handsome jawline. "Fuck, it'll just be hot to fuck your hot Daddy hole in front of a room of other young studs, show them that it belongs to me." Dad nudged his chin against my hand, kissing my fingers. "Maybe I'll put on a show for the older studs, too. Flip my boy flat on his stomach and cunt you out right there." The idea of Dad breeding me in front of a bunch of his peers forced my hole to clamp shut. I became keenly aware of my prostate as he mentioned plowing me, the memory of his Dadcock slamming against my internal nut causing me to shiver. I stared at the table, letting my hand drop to the surface between us. "What about...other dudes?" I wondered aloud. I caught Dad's eye as I pressed. "You good for that?" Dad kissed me again, pulling away to smile at me. "Let's just play it by ear. You never know how it'll go until you're there. Jim and Theo would definitely be game. But however you want to play it, son, I'll follow your lead." That night I ended up falling asleep with Dad's hard dick up my ass. He wrapped his muscular arms around my broad chest, snoring softly into my back. He woke me in the morning by sawing his morning wood deeper in my son cunt, his big fuckpiece already lubed up by the seed he shot the night before. It was not until he pounded another volley of cum up my gut that we rolled out of bed. We both arrived at the party around midnight. After getting through the door, Dad stripped to the waist. He greeted the clothes checker with a warm hug, then popped his fly open before kicking off his shoes. I scrambled to play catch up, and soon we entered the main play space with nothing on but matching leather cockrings. The party was clearly a full-on success. The main room had turned into a orgy, with Dads and sons of all stripes fucking around in all positions. The host, a Daddy type I remember because of his stupidly big prick, was screwing that beast shank into a youngish boy with a wrestler's build. The boy, who looked just this side of eighteen, was chewing on a well-seasoned jockstrap as he took the older man's wrist-thick Dadcock. Watching the boy struggle as his ass swallowed the ten-inch piece elicited squirming from my own boy hole. Theo was there, ramming his muscular hips against the ass of another guy his age. The bottom boy had a thick ass that bounced as the blonde stud railed into his trench. As Dad and me made our way through the crowd, I saw that Theo's father, Jim, was laying on his back beneath the bottom. The pussyboy had been riding Jim's impressive Daddy dick, and Theo had shoved his own son meat in to share a pussy with his Old Man. Witnessing the double penetration--and by a fuckin' hot father-son team, no less--had brought my raging dick to full-bore fuck mode. I needed to sink my piece into some Dad, now. My Dad was preoccupied, shaking hands with a good number of people as we made our way. He seemed to know everyone, and everyone seemed happy to see him. Dad was whispering to more than one of the Daddy types. Then he'd jerk his chin in my direction, then the men would smile and lean in to Dad's ear. A pair of guys circled in and dropped to their knees directly in front of me. Even in the main room's dim lighting, it was unmistakable that these men were father and son. The boy was close to my age, with the same wide-set chocolate brown eyes as his bearded Old Man. Both were shredded, their lean muscles cut to almost geometric definition. The Dad had slightly sharper features--quicker eyes, fuller lips--than his son, whose similar features were somehow more delicate. The boy was cute--not normally what I go for, because guys like his father were more my speed. Both men leaned in towards me, staring up at me as they breathe in deep along my sweaty crotch. Neither man actually touched me, though the boy was so close to nudging my low-swinging balls that I could feel his breath against them. The Daddy raised his eyebrows in the obvious, silent question, licking his lips salaciously. I shot my Dad a quick look, but he was busy chatting up a different Dad-son pair. He caught my gaze as though he felt it from across the room, then looked down to my hard college boy bone. Taking note of the pair on their knees before me, Dad smirked and nodded slowly. Revved up as much as I was, it was all the permission I needed. I dropped my eyes to the pair, then grabbed the back of the boy's head. Lean Daddy reached up to cup his son's scalp, rubbing my fingers where they touched. He pressed his boy's mouth into my groin, and the boy let out a deep moan as he licked my hairy balls. Lean Daddy nodded his approval, stage whispering to his son, "Smell good, baby?" That triggered another moan, and the Lean Daddy looked back up to me, grinned, and then swallowed my big son cock down until my pubes obscured his nose. The sensation of the older man's throat was exquisite, coupled with the rush of his kid worshipping my nuts. Lean Daddy was only bobbing on my prick by a couple inches, wedging me down his throat and nursing. I could feel his tongue twisting around towards the back of his mouth, the friction driving the underside of my fuckstick wild. Just when I thought Lean Daddy might earn my wad down his talented mouth, he pulled off. My dick bounced free for his lips, smacking him across the cheek with a soft thud. That was when it became Lean Daddy's turn to groan, and his son replaced his father's lips around my shaft. The boy had obviously learned from his Daddy, worming his tongue into the folds of my hood. My glans revealed themselves a bit more, and the son thrashed his tongue along the spot nearly guaranteed to make me burst. I had a hand on each of their heads, alternating between fucking deep into Lean Daddy's bottomless throat, or getting my foreskin worked to the edge by his son's tireless tongue. Any time I started to get close, I'd rip free and use the other open, hungry mouth. Both men were kneading my big ass muscles with their free hands, stroking the other as they worshipped my shank. Looking up, I spied my father being tossed onto one of the several low beds. A pair of guys, maybe twenty-five or so, had pretty much manhandled my Dad until he was legs-up and on his back. Half a room away, and the sight of my Dad's perfect Daddy hole made made my prick throb. The two men looked closely alike, muscular and dusted with dark fur across their chests, legs, and asses. Cleanshaven, the men shared the same high-and-tight haircut that gave them a severe, masculine look. Both younger men had identical tattoos on their right shoulder, a banner holding a globe and anchor that read Semper Fidelis. One of the younger men fell onto the bed after Dad, climbing over his legs to fuck my father's handsome mouth. The other slid between Dad's raised calves to my father's trench, lining up a respectable cock against Dad's crack. He spat onto his dick, then pressed his blunt cut cock head against Dad's cunt. I moaned along with my Dad as I watched him take the muscular studs' double team. My cocksuckers were still trading turns on me, but my focus became watching the Marine-looking dude rock in and out of my Dad's sweet ass. The Marine fucking my Dad's ass was furtive, easing out slowly before sinking in again. The other Marine was just the opposite, slamming Dad's throat with rapid-fire thrusts. The younger men kept eye contact between them as they worked. The guy fucking my father picked up his pace, and started plowing the Dadcunt before him in earnest. His thick Marine ass looked fuckin' delicious as it flexed and shook As much as I needed to cum, I tapped the sides of my cocksuckers' heads. My voice sounded throatier than normal as I begged off. "Need to get back to my Dad," I explained clumsily as I disengaged. I didn't wait to see the response of Lean Daddy or his son, turning to approach the place where my Dad was being spit-roasted. On my knees, on the bed near my father, it became difficult to tell the Marines apart. Both were strong and damn sexy--big muscles tightening as the bucked into their respective hole. Their hands started roaming my chest as they fucked, working my nipples as they both continued to stab their veiny dicks into the man that made me. I let go of my son dick, scared that I might get off if I continue stroking. The Marine in my Dad's mouth moaned first, abandoning my nipple as he pumped his load into my father's throat. Dad was choking on the seven inches that denied him air, but steeled himself through the Marine's climax. The hairy Marine rolled onto his ass, pulling his meat from Dad's mouth as he finished. Strings of thick spit and cum dangled from the Marine's fat cock. He scooted next to the other Marine still busy banging my Dad. The spent Marine scooped up the combined slickness from his piece, then shoved three fingers deep up the other Marine's ass. The guy fucking my Dad cried out but didn't miss a beat, pummeling the ass in front of him. The spent Marine savagely fingered his mate, twisting what became four digits knuckle-deep into the other Marine's cunt. Within thirty seconds, the Marine fucking my father buried his face in Dad's chest hair as he bucked into Dad's ass a final time. His butt muscles were clenching, and the Marine was trembling as he blasted his cream into the perfect Daddy hole he'd been pounding. The Marines disentangled from my Dad, the one fucking my father sharing a quick kiss with the man he just bred. Both guys gave me a long look before giving a short, respectful nod. As they turned, my mouth watered at the thought of taking their thick, hairy Marine asses. My Dad's voice brought me out of my fantasy. "Marines. And twins," Dad almost chuckled. He reached down to inspect his hole, but the Marine had planted his wad too far inside for it to leak free. "That was fun." He sat up quickly and kissed me fiercely. "You good, Trey?" "Fuck yeah!" I replied, meaning it. "My hot fuckin' stud father getting fucked and fed by Marines? Twin Marines? That shit is total spank bait...if I was still jerkin' off." "They both shot big," Dad let his voice go low as he fell back onto his back. His hairy cheeks were split open, revealing the finest piece of Dadpussy a man could wish for. He brought his massive thighs up to his chest. "The one I swallowed, but the other...deep in my gut, son. You wanna slide in second on some Marine seed, baby boy?" I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed my bone into him until I bottomed out, feeling the added wetness of Marine cum on my shaft. I could live to a hundred and nothing would feel better than sliding into that alpha bull Daddy ass. I started on the backstroke, but Dad grabbed my thighs with strong, insistent hands. "Wait, son," he looked up at me sheepishly. "I've got a surprise for you. Something I lined up. Think it'd be hot. Think it's something you might want, but don't know how to ask." Dad pulled my hips up against his butt, my meat buried balls deep inside his Marine-slicked cunt. He whispered, "A bunch of the Dads, well...they're hot for my son. Say the word, and they'll line up to get a turn on my boy's perfect fuckin' son hole." Dad was emboldened once he said it. He pressed as his words sank in. "You just stay nuts-deep in your Old Man, and all those other Daddies will work on that hot college stud pussy. If they bring you off, you'll still be firing deep into your Dad's hairy, Marine-fucked cunt. You--" I stopped my father from talking by forcing my tongue into his mouth. Our kiss was feverish and intense. Dad was making one of my filthiest fantasies happen, one that I barely had the balls to admit to myself. "Is that a `yes'?" he asked, and I bit my lip and nodded. Behind me, I became aware of the presence of another man climbing onto the mattress. Jim. The blonde, bearded stud whose son Theo had plowed my Dad the first time. Jim was all blocky Dad muscle covered in a dark blonde fur. Intense blue eyes almost glowed in the soft light. He was fuckin' handsome as he leered at me, greasing up his prick as he waited for me to call it. Dad said what I wasn't yet able. He gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide, revealing my son cunt to the rugged blonde Daddy. "Go ahead, Jim," Dad invited. "Trust me, Trey wants it." ___________________________________________ Coming Soon...Part 8: The Hard Way!