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Subject: Anthem, Chapter 18 (Gay Incest Section) Anthem Part 18: The Talk 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/tales from under the mattress, xBoyMercuryx, Natty Soltesz, Bill Drake. If you need to rub one out between chapters of Anthem, they write excellent go-to fuck stories. If you enjoy reading filthy stories on , you really ought to donate to keep it going: fty/donate.html If you got off to my story, shoot me an email to tell me what turned you on: roughrawready(at)(dot)com ____________________________ Previously: Dad and me lit up at the praise, and my father wiped his sweaty forehead with a hairy forearm. Theo groaned as his elder continued to stroke his Big Bro piece. Jim had a mischievous lilt in his voice as he asked, “So Trey…think you can take another round? Watching you and your Old Man fuck, it was…inspiring.” Jim French squeezed Theo’s bro cock to show his point. “I know I wanna fuck you again, son. Pretty sure your Big Bro wants another turn, if you think you’re man enough to take it…” Jim let his sentence intentionally trail off, and I finished his thought. I pressed my father up, his sonfucker sliding free of my already-wrecked hole. I then grabbed my ankles and pulled you legs up towards my chest. “C’mon, fuckers,” I teased, “I don’t wanna be able to walk by the time you’re all done.” _____________________________ I was true to my word–after my Dad and the Frenchs were done with me, my legs were rubbery and numb. Theo and Jim both had another round on my ass, and Dad bred another two loads of Dadseed deep in my gut. My body was a limp, broken mess. My throats was raw from crying out as one of three men fucked my college boy cunt. My hole was battered and puffy, stretched open and seeping virile jizz in a steady trickle. As we wrapped up and said our goodbyes, each of us committed to make our playtime a regular happening. My father pulled a ratty blanket from the back of his truck and lined the seat of the passenger side. “You’re not gonna leak cum all over my truck, son,” joked Dad, as I slid the seatbelt across my chest. The drive home was quiet. I wanted to say so much, to discuss our connection and what it meant. I hated feeling this vulnerable. I knew what I wanted even if I still didn’t yet know how to ask for it. What I wanted more than anything for Dad to be my man, for us to build…fuck, I don’t know…something together. If he wasn’t my father, this would all be so easy. All of this was still unknown territory. A sick feeling churned in my stomach, and fear kept me silent. It was late when we finally got home, and both Dad and me were wiped out. I stripped at the door and fell onto bed, crashing nearly as quick as my head hit the pillow. Sleep came on heavy, and I was barely aware that Dad slipped behind me as I went dark. I woke up in bed alone, equally refreshed from the sleep and sore from the fuck session with the Frenchs. I reached back to graze my hole, and winced as my fingers touched my puffy, fucked-out rim. Even now, the outer ring was wet with the seed of three studs, among them my own father. I padded into the kitchen naked, the smell of coffee seductive. My father was seated at our kitchen table. His alpha muscle Dad body was wrapped up in a bathrobe, his skin and fur peeking out at his chest and knees. A cup of coffee was resting between his palms. Dad was staring through a window when I walked in, his mind clearly light years off from where he sat. For a minute, my Dad retained that faraway look as I grabbed coffee. As I finished pouring my cup, I could feel my father’s gaze on my exposed backside. As I turned around, I could already feel my cock start to fill out and firm. I was thinking I could fuck Dad on the kitchen floor, or maybe bend him over the table and gaziantep escort pump his butch, hairy ass full of my son cream. A satisfied smirk formed on my lips, assured that I was soon to breed my Old Man. I met Dad’s gaze and realized how wrong I was. The man who made me looked solemn, his eyes welled up with tears. His hands were visibly shaking. “Son–” he began, his voice trembling and threatening to break, “–Trey. We gotta talk.” The words were like a punch to my gut, the fear suddenly ripping the ground beneath my feet. I stumbled to the closest chair, dropping my bare ass onto it as I nodded. All I could manage was a hollow, “Okay.” There was a silence that hung between us like bricks mounting on my chest. I had to force myself to breathe, waiting for Dad to articulate what was clearly torturing him. My father sat quietly, and for that time he seemed shrunken and weak. “I–I need to say somethin’, Trey, and I need you to let me just get it out. I’m still tryin’ to figure out how to say what I wanna say, so I’m bound to fuck it up. I’m sorry, Trey.” Dad fixed his eyes to his coffee cup, his breath a regulated series of deep sighs. The pain that played on his face was a tangible presence. “You said you wanted to have some kinda Big Talk. This is me puttin’ it out there.” “I don’t know what this…whatever this is we got, son. You’re the light of my life, and I love you so much I can’t see anything else. Even before we took things to the next level, it’s always been that way. Everything I’ve ever done has been about givin’ you everything I could.” “You have become a better man than I could have ever dreamed. You’re strong, and smart and confident, Trey. Fuck if I know how I didn’t fuck you up, especially after your Mom split. But you’re resilient, and you manned up early on. I couldn’t wish for a better son, and I’m proud to know the man you’ve become.” Tears fell openly onto my father’s cheeks. My voice was caught in my throat, full of so much of what I needed to say. How much everything Dad was saying was reciprocated. “The past few months have been the best time of my life. Since we connected…on this new level, it’s…it’s been fuckin’ magic. Not just because of the sex, though you’re the best lay of my life. It’s because you–this–is a fantasy made real. What we got goin’ on is exactly what I want, Trey. Maybe better than I could have ever dreamed.” Dad pressed his palms flat on the table. He blinked widely, nearly panting as he forced himself to maintain control. “I don’t know what to call this, Trey. I just know I want you. I love you, and I’m right here for you. You wanna call me your boyfriend? Seems weird to me, but I don’t care. Call me your fuckin’ boyfriend. I’m all yours, son. We can figure it out as we go, but I’m fuckin’ terrified because I don’t know what to do next.” There was an awkward moment before my father almost whispered, “You gotta say somethin’ now, son.” I was across the table in the span of a single breath, my beefy thighs straddling Dad’s lap. My hands cupped my father’s jawline, his beard heavy and bristled against my open palms. Our mouths met in a feverish kiss, our tongues feuding as we groaned against one another. Dad’s muscular arms rested around my waist at first, but then I felt his fingers roaming along my exposed, hairy trench. “I take it you agree?” Dad had pulled off of our kiss long enough to crack wise, then drove his tongue back in to dominate my mouth. I began kneading my father’s big pectoral plates, marveling at their hardness and fur. I nodded as I continued making out with Dad, and now it was my turn to tear up. My heart seemed to swell and fill for the man who made me, and the man I loved. I pushed free Dad’s robe, and our bodies fit together again as we kissed. “I love you, Dad. Always have,” I confirmed. “You’re the only man I’ve wanted, ever since I figured out I liked dudes. Now, the way things are between us? Fuck, Daddy, I ain’t gonna let this go. Ever.” My father squeezed my ass cheeks in his strong grip, and I felt my son dick throb in the space between our bellies. suriyeli escort Jammed along my taint and thigh was the unmistakable hardness and heartbeat from my Dad’s big sonfucking cock. I lowered my voice to a husky growl, “You’re my man, Dad. Show me what kinda man you are.” Dad reeled back to gauge my face, his reaction a soft shock. “You sure, Trey?” “Why not?” I asked. I swiveled my hips in a dramatic circle to grind my crotch against his lap. Dad revealed a sly smile as he wondered, “I mean, after last night…your ass…I figured–” “–that I wouldn’t need my Daddy to mark my hole? To own it?” I interrupted. I stood up with wide legs, not moving off of where Dad sat. I reached back between my cleft and pushed a finger into my own cunt. “You just poured your heart out to me. Showed me how a man can be strong by being open, showing his heart to someone he cares about. I want exactly what you want, Dad.” Inside my son cunt, I could feel the amassed seed from yesterday’s fuckfest. Just beyond my outer clench, my ass felt slick and ready for invasion. I leveled my gaze to meet Dad’s searching eyes. I pulled my hand free of my college boy hole and reached further down to find my grip rewarded by my father’s fat, uncut prick. My Dad groaned hungrily, and before he could react again I squatted back down towards his hairy legs and beercan Dadcock. My ass sank onto his hairy shank in one easy, deep plunge. “You’re my man, Dad, like I said,” I grunted into his ear. Dad’s fuckpipe filled my sore cunt, and it was all I could do not cum from the mix of bliss and low ache. I rode up and down on his long shaft in a slow slide. “We had the Talk, and we belong to one another. This is how we make it real, Dad. Now c’mon–” I paused, then I whispered, “–boyfriend, fuckin’ claim your boy’s cunt like a fuckin’ man. Mark my hole, Daddy.” Dad wrapped his meaty arms around me, and then I felt his massive thigh muscles flex and lunge upwards. I was now suddenly suspended, held up by his grip and impaled by his rock-hard dick. My father flipped me onto my back on the kitchen table, thrusting into my broken cunt without restraint. From below, Dad’s bull nuts slapped against my ass crack, and his hips sent shockwaves along my thick ass as he went into rut. “You ain’t gotta tell me twice, son,” my Dad urged, his fuck knocking me along the table. If he hadn’t put my legs into a vice grip, Dad would have already fucked my hole out of range. Instead, he pounded his thick meat into me with a hard, powerful rhythm. “My boy’s sweet fuckhole,” Dad moaned as he smashed his lips and beard against mine, “Hot fuckin’ boyfriend, takin’ my Daddy dick like he can’t get enough.” Hearing Dad’s words made my son pussy clamp down on its invader. I pressed my father, muttering, “I can’t get enough of my stud boyfriend’s huge, raw sonfucker. Gettin’ cunted out by my Dad, that hole still slick from all that Dadsy seed you banged into it before…you fuckin’ mark me as yours!” Dad growled, his dick punching up my gut with a growing intensity, “That’s what gets you off, son? Daddy owning that pussy? Makin’ sure other Daddies know that son hole is already claimed?” I started bucking my hole back onto Dad’s shank, my muscular son ass meeting his deep, manly thrusts. Dad’s verbal game was definitely having its effect on me, because I found myself riding the edge of release. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I nodded fiercely, “Love it when my hot Dad breeds me. Fuckin’ so hot to feel that fat piece bang me the fuck open, leavin’ my cunt all marked up and gaping wide open. Claim your son’s hole, Dad. Own your boyfriend’s pussy.” My father’s pace became newly insistent, his jaw flaring beneath his beard as he spat, “I’m not gonna last much longer, son. My nuts are so fuckin’ tight! Gonna spunk that pussy, make sure you KNOW you’re owned. Fuck, boy, I’m fuckin’ THERE!” Dad punched into my leaking cunt, his release marked by short, deep thrusts as he blew his wad. His cuntsplitter was jerking inside me, each throb another blast of Daddy seed fired deep. “God damn, Trey,” rus escort he said as he caught his breath, “Best fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever had wrapped around my dick!” My new boyfriend kissed me for several minutes, his cock still wedged in me to the root. I could feel his spent, fat dick go rubbery in my tender chute. Dad pushed up on his arms to flirt, “So how does my boyfriend wanna get off?” His eyes were shining and bright blue amid the shadows of his face. My father let his deflating prick slip free from my gape. His thick piece was streaked with cum forming up along his veins and foreskin, making the half-hard Dadcock look obscene and mouthwatering. I dropped my legs as Dad took a step back, then grabbed his softening dick. I collected the seed from my father’s cock with a few quick strokes, making my Dad’s knees almost buckle. The seed plumbed from my wrecked cunt was now glazing my hand as I stood up. I spun around my father, steering him around on his heels as I slicked up my big son dick. My piece was so hard it fucking hurt, the veins throbbing just beneath the loose skin along my shaft. Greasing my prick up with my father’s fuck scum, I playfully pushed my Dad square in his chest, and the elder man fell onto the table and spread his muscular legs. “Oh yeah?” asked Dad with a shit-eating grin, “That what you want, son?” I reached back into my own trench, scooping up the Daddy cum that marked my rim. I pushed my now-slimy hand into my father’s hairy cunt, worming a finger into his tight knot. “You know it, Daddy,” I hoarsely offered as I stared at the hot paternal hole that was sucking on my invading finger. “Question is, is my boyfriend man enough to take the kinda fuck he dishes out? You wanna get marked by your son’s dick–the dick you made to breed that hot Daddy cunt?” Dad hooked his wrists around his ankles, hiking his ass up to better expose his pink. “Fuckin’ A! You gonna knock me up with my own cum, Trey? Mix that Dad seed with your own college boy spunk? Show me what a fuckin’ alpha stud my boyfriend can be?” I entered my father’s sweaty ass in a slow, even stroke, pressing in until I bottomed out. I stood there for what felt like several minutes, relishing how good Dad’s hole felt as it milked my length. “Fuckin’ hell!” I cried, savoring the sensations of my Old Man’s sweet cunt. “My boyfriend has the best Dad pussy ever!” “I fuckin’ love you, son,” Dad encouraged, his manly hands roaming along my chest and flanks. I began an easy series of thrusts to get my father’s hole acclimated to my girth. I bent down and planted a powerful kiss on my Dad’s bearded mug. “I love you back, Daddy,” I whispered, as I began drilling my son dick balls deep. “Now shut up and watch how I cunt out my sexy boyfriend.” Considering how hot my Dad’s ass felt, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. The clutch of my father’s warm cunt was driving me over the edge. The friction of my own college boy rut brought my nuts right along the base of my fat cuntsplitter. Dad was groaning as I pounded his stud pussy flat, sweat shining along his forehead and chest. “That’s it, son,” he egged on, “Mark your boyfriend’s pussy like a fuckin’ alpha champ!” Pumping deep inside the man who was now my boyfriend, I was a less than a dozen strokes from busting inside his Dad cunt. “Fuck…Dad…best fuckin’ pussy!” I scowled as the first throb of my cum erupted in Dad. “Fuck…Daddy! Markin’ that boyfriend cunt! FUCK! YEAH! FUCK!” I cried as I blasted up his studly gut. My father wrapped his arms around my bull neck and pulled me in. I could smell Dad’s musk radiating from his sweat-damp chest and pits, his scent melding with mine as he held me close. My son dick was crowbar-hard and shoved halfway in my Dad’s cum-glazed fuckhole. Dad chuckled, then joked, “So what’s for breakfast?” I reclaimed my position, standing up and planting my feet wide. Looking down at where cock and cunt were joined, our body hair tangled in dark, sweaty curls. I began sawing in and out of my father’s deep pussy, my college boy cuntsplitter looking massive as it opened up his tight pucker. “I ain’t done, Dad,” I grunted as I pumped my hips, intent on a second round of Daddy hole. Come hell or high water, I was gonna show my new boyfriend that kind of stud my Dad taught me to be. ___________________________________________ Coming Soon…Chapter 19: Double Or Nothing!

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