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Subject: Anthem, Part 13 Anthem Part 13: The Deep End 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/talesfromunderthemattres, xBoyMercury, Bill Drake, Natty Soltesz. If you need to rub one out between chapters of Anthem, they craft 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)(dot)com ________________________________________ Previously: Dad rocked the thick muscles of his ass up and down my meat rhythmically. His words making my cock leak and pulse in the warm, tight Dad pussy that surrounded it. I bucked my hips forward, smashing into my father with purposeful strokes. “I take it you’re in, Trey? You gonna breed out Jim’s hairy ass while his son Theo knocks up your Old Man?” Dad flashed a feral grin as he craned his neck to meet my stare. As our lips met, I cemented my approval wordlessly by pumping my morning load nuts deep into the man I love. _______________________________________ I watched Dad get dressed as we readied to meet the French men. While I showered, I could see my father slide on one of his crustier jocks. Just the look of the stained pouch made me imagine the sweet stink of cum, piss, and sweat that had long painted the fabric. My mouth watered as Dad turned, adjusting the straps to highlight his sturdy ass. He bent over, revealing a deep trench covered in dark, with fur. From several steps away, I could remember my father’s distinct musk. I soaped my balls absently as my Dad left me mesmerized. “Hey now, stud,” Dad’s voice drew my attention from his ass, his rugged smile a magnet for my gaze. He joked, “Save it for Theo and Jim.” He jerked his chin towards my lathered-soaked dick, now rigid and jutting defiantly toward my stomach. The delicate skin that hooded my glans had peeled itself back for its hardness. My soncock bounced instinctively when I looked down on it, letting the shower spray rinse away the soap. I fumbled with my piece–a near-perfect copy of my Old Man’s cuntsplitter–then tugged my low hangers to make sure they were clean. I turned off the water and reached for a towel. Already, Dad had pulled on a pair of shorts and a fitted tee that showed off the hard work he’d invested in his body. His ass looked massive and hard under the dark blue fabric. The heather grey shirt wrapped his shoulders and biceps like an obscene second skin. My cock began to throb and leak a fine rope of clear pre-jizz that shook and bounced as I dried myself, eventually sticking to my inner left thigh. As I tucked the towel away, my father handed me his favorite jock. “Put this on, son,” he mock-ordered, “Jim’ll get off on chewin’ that cup later, if ya let him. Fuck knows I do.” Dad’s lewd grin and the warmth in his eyes as he looked me over made my stomach flutter and my pucker clench. I made an effort to hurry dressing, fearful that I might instead opt for jumping the man who made me. Dad pulled the seatbelt over his broad chest as I settled into the passenger seat. I fiddled with my phone as my father drove for a while. He drove just past the outskirts of town, cutting into a service station to get gas. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention at first, trying to still my mind from growing overexcited by the impending session with the French men. Daddy Jim was the type of man that made my knees buckle: muscular in a way that suggested he worked with his hands, a pelt of thick dark blonde hair along his torso, legs, and arms. His face was rugged and handsome, featuring a blonde beard and gentle hazel eyes. His husky baritone voice made my nuts buzz when he had coaxed me to give up my ass. A grown-ass stud Daddy who was all in for action with sons. Jim French had already bred me at the last Father-Son Party, but begged me for a more extended turn on my son cunt almost as soon as he finished blasting inside my chute. The idea of Jim fucking me again–or of finally getting a shot as his Daddy hole–made me squirm unconsciously in my seat. Jim’s son Theo looked the way I imagined his Dad looked at 25. Leaner, with taut muscles cut for fuck. Theo’s beard was a bit more patchy, and the younger French’s body hair had not nearly filled in as much as the elder. Where Jim’s Daddy dick had a wicked curve toward the man’s navel, Theo’s gaziantep escort was straight and pointed out at a pristine ninety-degree angle from a wild nest of natural blonde pubes. Theo was far less talkative than his father, mostly seeming led by his hard-on every time I saw him. Theo barely said anything as he bred my Dad the first night we met, and not much more when he had a go on my just-bred-by-his-Dad son pussy. I was stirred from my perverted thoughts by my father opening the driver side door. Somewhere in the process of filling the gas tank, Dad decided to pull off his shirt. His thick muscles were covered in a heavy, dark pelt, his pecs a wide shelf capped by the sharp point of eraser-head nipples. His belly was taut, tapering down to a trim waist and the manly bulk of hips and thighs. His fur disappeared down into waistband of his shorts, a black thatch of hair bursting up from his hidden, sizable bulge. A light sheet of sweat glistened along his shoulders and left light trails from the tangle of armpit fur down along his flanks. I was already hard after thinking of Theo and Jim, but seeing my handsome stud of a father shirtless in the open made my son cock throb and flex in my jock. I became abruptly aware of my hole, the pink knot between my cheeks tightening as I took in my Dad’s hot body. “Hey son, you want anything from inside–?!?” he asked, then his eyes found my son bone thrusting up. His good-natured charm shifted into something harder and predatory. Dad’s smile was sharper as his eyes took on a flinty quality. His voice was a hoarse rumble. “Ah. Never mind, Trey. I know what you need.” Dad tossed his tee-shirt behind his seat. As he turned back around in his seat, my father grazed his rugged hand along my exposed left thigh. The feel of his thick fingers against hairy quad sent a bright, electric sensation up through my balls. A soft groan escaped my dry lips when Dad touched me. That brought a low chuckle from my father, who clamped his hand down just above my knee and squeezed. Dad pulled the seatbelt across his bared chest, throwing his truck into Drive. As their truck waited for their turn to merge into traffic, my Dad reached down to his own stuffed crotch. The veins atop of his hairy mitt twisted as he deftly popped free the button of his shorts. A pull of his zipper and a half-shove downward, and Dad’s beercan cock was out there in the open. My father had a textbook example of a beautiful fuckin’ piece. A heavy hood covered the head of his dick, a network of pale blue-purple veins snaking across the surface. Dark, sweaty hair erupted from his crotch in brilliant relief made by the wide band of his faded jockstrap. Wiry fur coated the fist-sized lump of his scrotum. Dad wasn’t yet half-hard, but he grazed a couple fingers along the side of his shaft. Dad pulled his truck out onto the road, cruising along at an easy speed. “We got another half hour before we get to the French house,” he mentioned in a flat voice while removing his hand from his big Daddy dick, “you gonna take care of this for me, son?” My father smiled calmly, seeming satisfied that he was just about to score road head. I looked around nervously, scared that anyone past our truck’s windows could see how my father had whipped out his cock. When things looked clear, I ducked down and pushed my face into Dad’s hairy crotch. The smell was intoxicating, scents ingrained in his used jock newly revived by the man’s body heat. The old bleach hit of crusted cum. The dulled acid tang of dried piss. The funk of Dad’s earned sweat and hormones, musky and primal in a way that made me wholly ravenous. After sniffing along my Dad’s hardening cock, I opened my mouth and swallowed him to the root. “Aw, fuck, yeah, Trey,” encouraged Dad, his right hand resting lazily along my yoke. “Nurse that Dadcock deep in that sweet fuckin’ pussy throat.” My nose was smashed along the side of his eight-plus inches of breed-stick, the fresh sweat tangled in his bush making both my dick and my hole pulse savagely. I drew up, swiping my tongue along his exposed glans and digging the tip around the skinned-back foreskin. The raw, mineral taste of my Dad’s sonfucker was especially intense, and I lapped along every inch and ridge with the flat of my tongue. “God damn it, baby boy,” Dad growled, his meat burping a pearl of clear liquid from the tip. It had a flavor of clean and filthy and masculine in equal turns, registering in my brain like lightning as he goaded, “Who fuckin’ knew my own fuckin’ kid sucked cock like a two-buck whore. My own fuckin’ boy is a suriyeli escort black belt in chowin’ down on Daddy’s big dick.” I met his eye as he talked shit, my mouth halfway down his length. I pulled free with a loud slurp, keeping my head low in his lap. “I learned from the best, Dad. Fuckin’ big Daddy fuckstick that made me. Gotta honor that fuckin’ alpha bull dick, every fuckin’ drop of that fuckin’ Daddy cum.” Without waiting for a response, I drew my father down my throat in an easy, deep thrust. Dad groaned as my velvet mouth enveloped his hairy paternal cock. Dad ran his rough fingers up my neck and into my hair. With firm pressure, he clutched my hair to hold me down on his shaft. My father’s fat dick was wedged in my throat, but daily practice on him had made me a cocksucking champ. I held my breath, relaxing my throat to admit the invading fuck pipe. I could feel the fatherly cock throbbing inside my mouth, and the sensation brought out an equal swell of pride. My stud father could score any piece of ass he wanted–could convince damn near anyone he wanted to go down on him–and the fuck he wanted most was his own son. I used my tongue to apply a steady mix of friction and suction, milking my Dad’s large piece for all I was worth. Dad seemed calm the entire time, commanding the truck with practiced ease as his boy was face down in his lap. His voice was soft, the timbre deep and lewd. “That’s my boy, Trey. Best fuckin’ cocksucker to ever set lips to my shank,” my Dad’s words reached inside me and prodded the animal part of my brain, making me redouble my effort on his dick. Dad went on as I kept at it. “But you’ve had plenty of practice the past month, huh? Trained my hot fuckin’ son, to be my personal fuckholes. That mouth, baby, and that sweet, tight son cunt.” “That’s it, son. Feels so fuckin’ right, Trey. Just like that. You know how Daddy wants it. You gonna take my cum, baby boy? Swallow all of my seed? The cum that’d knock you up? From the same dick that made you?” Dad clamped his right hand down on my nape, rhythmically thrusting up in short jabs as he neared release. “Daddy’s alpha seed gonna flood my boy’s throat. So deep in that mouth you won’t even get a chance to taste it. Spray that tight throat, coat it with a man’s fuckwad. I’m gettin’ there, Trey, usin’ my own son to bang out a nut.” Every word my father said had triggered something in me, a primal need to honor and serve the man whose seed had created me. As much as I had learned to crave a dick in my mouth, there was something profoundly more powerful about that dick belonging to my own Dad. He had given me so much, sacrificed so much, that my desire to give him comfort and respect was deeper than anything I ever thought I was capable of feeling. As Dad fucked the first blast of cum into my throat, my heart shivered with a deep pang of need. “Fuck yeah, Trey, here it comes,” he growled, pushing my head further down to fire off in my mouth. “Blowin’ my jizz in my baby boy’s sweet, velvet pussy of a mouth!” True to his word, I couldn’t taste Dad’s fuck scum. He was shooting it past my tongue, emptying his full balls directly into my gut. “Best fuckin’ mouth, son!” Dad’s grip on the back of my neck lessened as he finished, and I eased back to swirl my tongue along his sensitive glans and hood. A lazy glob of seed seeped free of my father’s half-softened piece, and I groaned as I savored his cum’s warm, sour brine. Over the past several weeks, the flavor of Dad’s spunk became one of my personal favorites. As I pulled off his dick, I looked up into my father’s face with a churning swell of devotion. “Best fuckin’ dick, Dad,” I replied, licking his hairy balls as I gazed upwards. “Fuckin’ bull dick that made me. Wanna honor that big beercan fucker, Dad. I love it so much.” I paused, a little scared to push further. I sheepishly popped up from Dad’s lap, righting myself in my seat and looking around half-expecting to have been discovered. The feeling in my chest gave me a shaky courage, and I spat out my truth out in quick, sputtering words. “I love you, so much, Dad. I need…whatever this is between us. The bond, it’s what I need. And I want it with you, Dad. Calling you my boyfriend doesn’t feel like it covers it, but…fuck, I don’t know. You’re my Dad. I’m my Daddy’s son. And I’m never gonna get enough of you, and I ain’t never gonna want what we got to stop.” Dad seemed stunned as he registered what I was saying. He clumsily reached to lift his underwear. The jock slapped against his taut belly with a soft thwack, rus escort his meat concealed by the pouch now slicked with his sweat and my spit. Dad pulled the truck over to the highway’s shoulder, turning his focus directly on me. His kind eyes were welling up, clearly trying to fight back tears. “Trey Aldine, I fuckin’ love you, boy. A man could not dream up a better son. You’ve grown into the kind of man that…baby boy, you’ve become the man I love. It’s fucked up, Trey. Probably should have never let it happen, but I can’t let this go, either. I don’t know what to call this, but I know I want it.” My hand found his, and we both held fast. I could feel my Dad’s strength, and having a real conversation about our bond made my face hot and chest heavy. My heart was pounding, and I could feel it sending a strong beat into my father’s hand. “Dad, I–” I started, trying to hold back tears. “I know who I am, thanks to you. I know what I want. I want my Dad–you–to be my man. I ain’t gonna want another guy as some kinda fuckin’ boyfriend. You’re who I want, Dad.” Dad blinked hard, and his eyes glistened wet as he squeezed my hand. His smile seemed unstoppable as he answered, “Son, I–Trey…this is a lot to take in. But fuck me if every time I look at you, if I don’t see the man I love. I need what we’ve got goin’, Trey. I want this, too. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it, I want it, and it sounds like we’re on the same page.” For a moment, Dad leaned towards me, then looked around as traffic ran along their truck. “I wanna kiss you, baby, but we’re still gonna need to keep it under wraps in public.” He tightened his grip on my hand, and I returned the pressure. “You gotta know it ain’t because I don’t want it. I love you, son.” I nodded, “I know, Dad. And I love you back. We’ll make it work.” I used my free hand to scratch the back of my head. Minutes before, my father had touched the same place, running his manly hand against my scalp. He had just previously held my head down on his dick while he marked me with his Daddy seed. The memory washed over me, along with an awareness that my own cock was raging in my shorts. I asked, “We still goin’ to see Jim and Theo?” Dad was quiet for a minute, as though he were considering his options. His words seemed to come from a dry throat, catching and gravel. “Think it might be a good idea, strange enough. The French men have been a couple for a few years now, pretty much openly. If you got questions, they’re the only guys I know who’ve figured out how. If I could have what Jim has with his boy…God damn, Trey, that’d be fuckin’ perfect.” The idea of being able to talk openly about this with my Dad was already enough. That he suggested we could score advice from the Frenchs–a father and son who had already been down the road we were just starting–made sense. In a conspiratorial hush, I wondered aloud, “So what about…?” “Foolin’ around?” Dad finished my thought, pulling his hand free from my grip to reach over to my cock. His steady hold on my college boy dick felt great, and I unconsciously bucked my hips up to meet my Old Man’s hand. My father grinned lustily at my hard dick. “We can play that part by ear. I know Jim and Theo will want a piece of both of us, and they’re both great lays. But if we tell `em we’re there just for steaks and beers, they’ll respect it.”
“The first night we…discovered our connection, Trey, I said it plain,” Dad continued, moving his hand from my cock to the steering wheel. He pulled the truck back onto the road as he talked. “You’re in control. However far you wanna go, however deep you wanna take this, you get to make the call. I’m there for you, a hundred percent of the way. Whatever call you make, I’ll be right there with you, figurin’ it all out together. Sound good?” My heart felt overflowing with love for my father. Simultaneously, my steel-hard college boy dick was leaking in my jock. The two forces, tenderness and lust, felt conflicting and easy at the same time. I joked, “Of course we’re gonna fuck the Frenchs, Dad. We can do that and ask for advice. One doesn’t prevent the other. And after just gettin’ fueled up on my sexy Dad’s white hot jizz, I need to sink my bone into some hairy Dadcunt. Maybe Jim. Maybe you. Like you said, Daddy–we’ll figure it out together.” My father winked and set my stomach into free fall. “Sounds good, Trey. Like I said, you call the shots.” He continued to drive, turning down a long dirt road before reaching a sprawling cabin that seemed to come out of nowhere in the dense woods. Dad rolled the truck slowly into a parking spot, then turned their ride off. He zipped up his shorts, then pulled on his tee-shirt. He ran a hand through his bristled buzz cut, then flashed his warm smile at me. “We’re here. You ready?” _______________________________________ Coming Soon…Chapter 14: All In
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