roughrawready:

Anthem

Part 20: Dancing With Dynamite 

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: @talesfromunderthemattress, @drakestories, @br0b8, @boymercuryx, and @graybeards. If you need to rub one out between chapters of Anthem, they write 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)gmail(dot)com

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Previously:

Dad pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud, sloppy slurp. His sonfucker glistened with my spit, throbbing as it raced hard towards the sky. “Spin him around,” ordered my father, “I gotta cunt my boy’s pussy. Show him who’s the real fuckin’ alpha.“ 

Rugby Boy pulled his obscenely huge shank out unceremoniously, the abrupt vacancy making me keenly aware of my ass gape. I stood up to turn around so I could take Dad’s huge prick, but we were interrupted by a dramatic slow clap and a voice that I immediately recognized. 

“Hot damn! Trey Aldine!” The man’s tone was cool as a newscaster and deep. As I spun to see the man, he teased, “I see you boys’ve met my nephew.”

The man was shorter than me by a full head. Handsome, bearded, hairy as fuck, built tougher than a hockey puck. A ridiculous, giant package throbbed along his inner thigh behind his Wranglers. 

Rob McCrae. Coach. 

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“Fuck, Jerry,” he joked, a warmth and feral need clearly in his eye. Suddenly, the familial similarity between Coach and Rugby Boy was unmistakable. “If your boy needs dicked down, I want in on a piece of that action. I got that rain check from last time I mean to cash!" 

My Dad gave my high school baseball coach a hard stare as he slowly stroked his raging, dripping prick. McCrae was lewdly groping his impossibly big dick through his jeans. Rugby Boy’s piece throbbed between his beefy thighs, a clear thread of jizz leaking from his ball bat-thick cock head. 

"If Trey’s down for it, you can have a turn, McCrae,” Dad drawled cautiously. A pearl of pre-cum bloomed along the folds of his hooded Dadcock as he slid his hand up and off his piece. My father grabbed my hips in a firm grip and pulled my cum-drenched ass back towards his big sonfucker. “But I need to cunt out my boy first. Your nephew already stretched him out plenty, and I gotta empty my balls." 

The head of Dad’s dick found its prize, and my Old Man slid half his bone into my gape in an easy thrust. The bartender grabbed my shoulder, then rested another hand on my father’s chest, "This is hot as fuck,” he warned, “But y’all can’t keep doin’ it out in the open. Zip up and follow me. All of you!” The bartender pulled his hands away, then retreated towards a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY in large spray-painted letters. 

Rugby Boy, Dad, and me followed behind after pulling up our jeans. Coach was the last to pass through the door. What passed for the Employee Lounge was a shithole, a small room dominated by the smell of man-sex, sweat, piss and old beer. A stained mattress was thrown in a corner on the floor, and an ancient, busted couch was pushed up against the opposite wall. 

The bartender sank his beefy ass onto the sofa, shucking his pants down to his ankles as he sat. His solid seven-incher was clipped tight and I spotted the flash of piercings along his hairy ballsac. The bartender had rugged features, his arms coated in dark tattoos. Silver fur covered the man’s chest and legs. He patted the seat next to him. “If y’all wanna fuck in here, I expect a live show.”

Dad seemed driven by his need, his gaze at me familiar and hungry. “Fine by me,” he spat without looking at the bartender. His focus seemed to rest solely on me. “Get naked,” he demanded in a tone that would brook no challenge, hauling his fat Daddy dick from his fly as he spoke, “I need that pussy, boy." 

All eyes were suddenly on me. Coach McCrae was unzipping his tight jeans, his massive cuntsplitter bursting from their confines as soon as he let it loose. He took a seat on the other end of the couch. Rugby Boy dropped trou and sat between his uncle and the bartender, all three men stroking their cocks while they watched what happened next. 

I stepped next to the mattress. The smell of old piss and men fucking was unmistakable, and the scent made my nuts boil with anticipation. I peeled off my shirt as I kicked off my sneakers. In another quick motion, I pulled down my jeans and sat down on the filthy mattress to pull them off along with my socks. Naked in front of all these men, Coach McCrae let out a low whistle. "Fuckin’ A, Aldine,” praised the short, hairy man, “That is a grade-A piece of jock pussy right there.”

Dad tossed his tee-shirt off just before falling onto me. Contact with my father sent an electric charge through my skin, and I moaned loudly as his hands roamed along my chest and flanks. “Fuck, son,” he encouraged, flashing a quick paternal smile as he met my eye. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, Trey. Flip around, all fours. Show off that cunt for me." 

I scrambled beneath my father’s weight, pushing myself up on all fours at first. The three men watching on the sofa grunted their approval as my big college boy ass came into view. Realizing it would get my Dad off if I showed off a bit, I flattened my chest and face into the bare mattress. This arched my back dramatically, exposing my hairy trench to all the men in the room. I knew this posture made me look particularly slutty, my ass cheeks spread further to reveal its hidden pink. The bartender and Rugby Boy gasped audibly as they saw my open hole, my creamy ass split and eager from my father’s perfect fuckin’ cock. 

Dad climbed on top of me, his palms pressing hard between my shoulder blades to push me further into the smelly mattress. His legs were spread wide, propped up on his feet. Dad sank nearly nine inches of Dadmeat deep in my gut in a single, effortless thrust, grinding his hairy crotch against my butt as he bottomed out in my cunt. I was grateful that Rugby Boy had already opened up my chute, because Dad was giving all the signs that he was not in the mood to hold back. My father quickly pulled free of my hole, then slammed balls deep so hard my back cracked. Dad repeated this several times, his big piece getting a taste of my son cunt before showing off my greedy ass to the three men watching. My hole was a relaxed gape eager for his fatherly invasion. 

After almost a minute of this deep in-and-out fuck, Dad sank in full bone. "Fuckin’ best pussy ever,” exclaimed my father proudly, as he started pumping into me at a steady rut. “Gonna claim my boy’s sweet fuckin’ cunt!" 

Dad’s fuck was vigorous and powerful, my butt shaking with every churn of his strong hips. I was so deep into the fuck that I almost forgot we were being watched. Clearly, my father did not, his verbal game particularly on point as he pounded my hole. "Showin’ these fuckin’ pigs how a man breeds his boy. Gonna mark that deep son pussy! Gonna cream that ass so the next man slides in my my scum! Gonna watch all these men knock up my boy’s sweet, perfect cunt!”

My father came brutally, his huge sonfucker coring me out royally before he finally bellowed the word “fuck” for a solid ninety seconds. He rammed his full, sweaty bush against my fucked-out hole as he relished the feel of my gut flooded with his alpha Daddy cream. I could feel his prick expand and pulse inside my fucked-out hole, his Dadseed marking what had always belonged to him. Dad rolled off of me quickly after he finished his breed, making way for the next man. 

Behind me, Rugby Boy was getting jerked off by the bartender. Rugby Boy was busy stroking the dicks to either side of him, clearly familiar with the feel of his Uncle’s huge piece. Coach had a cool hand on his nephew’s neck, rubbing it encouragingly. “Who’s next, Aldine?” asked McCrae, “Who gets some of that jock pussy next?”

“You, Coach,” I groaned a little more quickly than I probably should. As much as I wanted the man to slam his ridiculously big cock in me, I was a bit embarrassed at how much I suddenly craved to be fucked out in such a public, scuzzy environment. Dispelling my shame, I arched my back up further to show off my open, cum-slick hole. I was emboldened, snarling, “Come get it, Coach.”

McCrae did not need to be told twice. He was on his feet in an instant, his pants down to his knees as he made it to the mattress. “Get on your back, Aldine,” he coaxed, his huge shank throbbing above me, “I wanna see your face as I pound that jock cunt.”

Rolling over, I hiked my knees up towards my chest. The stretch opened my ass, and I could feel a wad of jizz leak from my well-bred hole. “Then get that big fuckin’ cock in me, Coach,” I challenged, “Fuck it so hard that I can’t walk outta here on my own.”

McCrae slid between my legs and slapped his massive piece against my gape in a loud, wet smack. Damn near eleven inches, Coach had a prize-winning porn star dick that was forcefully shoved halfway up my ass. My ex-batting coach wasn’t as thick as my Dad or his nephew, but that fucking crowbar-hard length was hitting new depths in me. McCrae slid in easy enough, though, and both of us groaned as his balls rested against my hairy cleft. 

Coach shot my Dad a carnal smile. “You been gettin’ this boy fucked all the time, Jer? ‘Cause Trey just took my fuckin’ dick like it was nothin’!” McCrae pulled back his hips until just the head of his dick was wedged against my rim, then flexed his cock. The flare of his shank inside me made my eyelids flutter as he slammed in to the root. 

“Trey is his own man, McCrae,” Dad responded, his eyes glued to my hole as it took Coach’s long prick. “He fucks–and gets fucked–when he wants it. And he clearly wants knocked up by his pervert baseball coach, so shut up and fuck my boy!”

McCrae opened his mouth as though he were about to crack wise, but then looked down his flat belly to see where Coach and college boy were joined. My jockboy cunt was a throbbing spasm of muscle around his stupidly big dick. Coach reached down and rubbed along my hole’s bruised, pulsing rim. “If that fuckin’ hot jock pussy wants my cum, then I’m gonna mark it so deep it’ll never come out.” A hard, almost cruel, glint shone in McCrae’s eyes as he bore his massive Coachprick into me. 

Coach fucked in powerful strokes that made my entire body shudder. His strong hands balled up into fists that pounded my hard chest, my hairy muscles flexing tight to take whatever Coach dished out. Every punch made my cum-drenched jock gape clench tight against McCrae’s shaft. I grit my teeth as Coach tore into my ass with savage abandon. 

Another man had slipped onto the gross mattress, the shifting of weight evident before I even looked up. Kneeling above me was the bartender, his solid cock dripping clear strings from the head. Bartender rubbed his sweaty, low-hanging balls against my forehead tentatively, then waited for me to make the next move. The silver stud looked almost menacing as he waited, as though he might just take what he wanted if I didn’t act fast. 

I arched my neck back and swallowed the Bartender Daddy’s hairy bone in one needy gulp. Bartender had a voice made of bourbon and gravel, and he cried out as he clamped his hands along my ears and pressed further into my throat. “Your boy’s got a velvet fuckin’ mouth, buddy,” he congratulated my father, “and you’ve trained him how to use it.” Bartender Daddy began dragging his piece in and out of my mouth as Coach continued his assault on my ass. 

Both men seemed content in their respective ruts. Coach pummeled my jock cunt for all he was worth, his muscles tightening as he closed in on his release. Bartender Daddy was more casually fucking my face, not seeming to be in any hurry to bust. 

Bartender pulled his cock from my throat let it wag over my head, glowing slick with my spit and his own leak. Reaching down to give his meat a couple tugs, the silver Daddy warned, “Before I blow, I just gotta mark this hot fuckin’ boy!”

Without another word, Bartender Daddy grunted. Piss erupted from his still-hard cock, arcing up high and splashing against my hairy chest. The stream was clear and powerful. Some new instinct in me kicked in as I lunged up and took the silver stud’s piss directly to my face. Doubling down, I opened my mouth and let the man’s piss load fill my exposed gob before closing it to swallow. The mildly bitter, clean taste and the way it made me feel dirty only encouraged me. Bartender Daddy alternated between directing his flow along my torso and pissing straight into my hungry mouth. As he neared emptying his bladder, Bartender pushed his cock back into my mouth and finished his piss down my throat. 

“Fuckin’…fuck!” Dad was on his knees next to the Bartender Daddy when I opened my eyes. His Dadcock was raging hard again, and some new expression–a mix of surprise, pride, and lust–played across his rugged features. “My fuckin’ boy!”

Dad and Bartender slapped my face with their cocks as Coach gave me a world-class reaming. My hole was shivering and ravenous as McCrae hit his stride, that big Coach dick coring out what felt like entirely new territory. I was used to taking a big dick–Dad had been fucking me several times a day for months now–but Coach was hitting up even further. Though I hadn’t yet even reached for my piece, I could feel the impending buzz of my own climax, and that was because Coach was fucking it out of me. 

I lolled my head back to see Dad and Bartender making out above me, their hands working each other’s nipples. Bartender hunched to chew on Dad’s hairy tit, then gave my father’s big shank a firm grip. Dad stared down at me, half in disbelief. A moment later, my father fired a potent stream of piss into my face. 

The shock of Dad pissing in my face made my head snap back, but then I wanted him even more. I reached up and aimed my father’s pissing dick directly into my mouth, swallowing what I could as the rest poured down my neck and onto my pecs. Dad groaned as he let fly, and our eyes locked at the new realization. This was another way my father would mark me, and that I would later mark him. 

The intensity of that feeling brought me over the edge. The smell and heat of my father’s piss against my mouth and skin, the way McCrae was savaging my jockboy cunt with over ten inches of hairy stud Coach cock, the way I was only halfway done from taking all the men in this room, gang-bang style–all of it paled compared to the feeling of connection my Dad had engendered, how safe and wanted he made me feel. 

I slammed my fists into the scuzzy mattress and shouted unintelligibly, writhing as white-hot college boy seed blasted from my too-hard prick. Ropes of my son jizz splattered into the center of Coach McCrae’s chest, then sprayed the legs of both Bartender and my Dad in a scattershot as I twisted around to ride out my orgasm. As my high subsided, my body was painted by my own wad intermingled with Dad’s piss load. 

McCrae did not once lose his rhythm, though, but he broke it as his own release took over. “Dirty fuckin’ jockboy cunt milkin’ my big Coach dick like a champ, Aldine. That deep stud pussy milkin’ the cum straight out my balls! Keep that hole throbbing on my meat, pussyboy, and I’m gonna blast a gallon of jizz deep in your gut! Fuckin’ hot jock takin’ Coach’s breed! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" 

Coach clamped a strong grip against my throat as he filled my ass with his alpha stud cream. His face was twisted into a mask of need and release as my cunt swallowed his emptying nuts. McCrae’s dick spasmed and jerked inside me violently, but his tight body was locked over me in a death grip. His teeth were clenched together as he spat in my ear in a guttural tone.

"I fuckin’ love this pussy, boy. We gotta do this more often when we get back home. I need to get this deep jock pussy on my Coachprick all the fuckin’ time! Every fuckin’ day! Your Daddy is right–it’s the best cunt I’ve ever had!”

McCrae wiped his hand along where my seed had splattered into his Coach fur, bringing his scum-covered fingers to his mouth. Slurping them noisily, Coach beamed as he pulled his massive shank clear of my slot. Taking a step away, the short man cocked his chin and grinned wide and confident. McCrae stroked his big fuckpipe lazily as he inspected at his handiwork, my hole at once glazed and gaping. “Fuuuuuuuck, Aldine” he smirked lustily, “That jock cunt is a fuckin’ work of art!”

Bartender Daddy shouldered Coach aside, his piece gleaming and hard. “I need to cum, boy,” he declared as he lined up his Daddy dick along my slot, “I gotta feel that hole on my cock!” Bartender looked up to my Dad for permission, pausing. 

Dad sank his own prick into my mouth until my throat was full. “Hell yeah, buddy. Knock him up!”

Bartender Daddy sank into my ass and pounded his load out in less than a minute. His thrusts were sharp and brutal, threatening to shove me off the mattress through the sheer power of his hips. “You guys ain’t fuckin’ lyin’!” cried Bartender, his heavy shank pulsing in my chute, “Your boy’s cunt is fuckin’ magic! Suckin’ my dick clean!”

The silver Daddy pushed off of me as he caught his breath. His hard prick was slimy with cum, shiny in the low light. Dropping to his knees, Bartender Daddy smashed his graying beard against my rim. His mouth pressed along the edge of my hole, and then he grunted needfully as he slid his agile tongue inside my tender cunt. Minutes later, the hungry man looked up, his beard smeared with cum and spit and fuck slime. “Best tastin’ pussy I’ve ever put my mouth on! Fuckin’ magic!” cried the silver Daddy as he went in for another round of feasting. My hole was soothed by the gentle ministrations from Bartender’s eager mouth.

Rugby Boy climbed on top of me as Bartender Daddy was still eating my ass. The boy’s obscenely fat cock bounced between his meaty thighs as he readied for another turn on my exposed, stretched pucker. Bartender barely moved his face away from my ass, instead using his lips to guide college boy’s dick against my ring. As Rugby Boy shoved his way inside me, the silver Daddy continued to lick and suck along where cock and cunt were joined. The three of us all moaned in pleasure as Rugby Boy went deep, and this elicited encouraging grunts from my father and Coach. 

The young ginger man rabbit-fucked me a second time, clearly ready to coat my hole with his second load. “Gonna put a fuckin’ baby in this stud cunt! My fuckin’ seed is gonna fuckin’ take this time! Gonna make a strong fuckin’ alpha stud son inside that pussy!” Rugby Boy’s voice boomed, his own hard ass flexing as he emptied his college boy scum deep. His muscles flared as he came, making Rugby Boy look bulging and hard. Grinding his hips against my beefy ass as he rode out his release, his hands roamed across my hairy chest. 

Dad had been busy fucking my face, and his tempo steadily increased towards a crescendo. He let out a low rumble from deep in his chest, then pulled his big Dadcock back until his bell end rested on my lips. He met my eye for a moment, and then his hard expression melted into one of vulnerability and connection. 

“Fuckin’ A, I’m there!” Dad groaned as the first splash of his seed flooded my mouth. I swallowed quickly to find another trio of potent blasts erupting against my tongue. My father pushed his meat further towards my throat as he fucked through his orgasm. I could feel his big Daddy dick squirm and fire off in my gob, and I willed myself to down every drop Dad offered. He slipped free in a flash, replacing his cock with his mouth. Making out with my father made me feel as though the rest of the world dropped away, my hole clamping down on Rugby Boy’s softening wrist-thick invader. 

Dad kept eye contact as he pulled away from our kiss, then he looked up and took on a concerned expression. Following his lead, I craned my neck up to see what was happening behind Rugby Boy’s broad shoulders. 

The room had nearly filled with men. Seven men neared, already bare-assed naked as they formed a half-circle behind Rugby Boy. Each man had his dick in his hand, stroking to full, angry rigidity. Behind this first line of men was another dozen men in the process of stripping. A line queued up beyond this dozen, the door now propped open wide by the growing crowd. Every one of these men represented a distinct point along the spectrum of age, build, race, and size. The men all leered at my exposed son hole with clear hunger. 

As Rugby Boy stepped out from between my thick legs, another naked man slipped in. The man was tall and lean, hairy as an ape from the neck down. His baby face was made more so for having been impeccably clean shaven. A massive cobra tattoo spilled from the center of his chest to his left shoulder. “This is the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever done,” croaked Tattoo Guy as he slapped a firm, fat seven-incher against my hairy, cum-glazed trench.

Dad gazed down, his features softened with the pride of seeing his slutty boyfriend pull a fuck train. “If you need a break or to stop, Trey, say the word. You really game for this?”

I nodded enthusiastically, using my hairy forearm to wipe sweat from my brow. “Fuck, Dad, this is what you’ve been training my hole for!” For the life of me, I could not stop grinning. “Bring all these fuckers on–every fuckin’ one of ‘em!–so long as my stud boyfriend is the last man to cunt me out. Let me show you what kind of man you made, Dad!" 

Dad’s handsome mug flushed, his mouth a half-snarl, half-smile as he grabbed my ankles and pulled them wide. He looked up to Tattoo Guy, who seemed eager for a prime alpha rut. "Buddy,” my father teased the hairy, slender man at my hole, “Get that bone inside my son’s sweet pussy, and that will be the hottest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever done!”

The men surrounding us cheered as Tattoo Guy rammed his dick to the root and began punch-fucking at full tilt. The sound echoing off the walls transported me to another level of fucked-out bliss.

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Coming Soon…Chapter 21: Taming the Beast

This might be the wildest, raunchiest thing I’ve ever reblogged (at least since the days when @pagespermer was writing). But wipe away the thick layers of sweat and cum and general fuckfilth, and you’ll see that my bro @roughrawready is deploying some genuine craft here.