roughrawready:

Anthem

Part 15: Burden of Proof

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, @boymercuryx, @br0b8, @drakestories. 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:

Jim and Theo slipped out from under me, the four of us heaving as we came down from our fuck high. Both the Frenchs were still full-bone hard and needing release, but curiously neither man seemed ready to make a move. Jim piped up, “That was fuckin’ hot, boys! Let me fire up the grill, so we can get steaks working in a bit. That’ll give us about a half hour, forty-five minutes. Trey, if there’s something else you might want to try while you’re still runnin’ the show, now’s the time to name it.” The elder French wagged his hard sonfucker at me playfully, and all of cracked into laughter at the light moment. 

As Jim hopped up and made his way to the grill, my thoughts began to race again. My prick was still raging hard and glazed sloppy wet with cum and French ass. These three studs–a real father and son couple, plus my own Dad!–were open, eager even, to letting me control the flow of our sex. What did I want next?

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I was still coming down from fucking blonde Daddy stud Jim and his son, Theo. Both men had taken some of my spunk deep in their fuck-battered holes, and the younger French had been likewise glazed by my Dad’s potent load. All four of us were leering at one another, with four large pricks between us showing no sign of softening. 

My father had set the rules of play this session–and the other men agreed thus far–to let me control what happens. Jim French had returned to our pile of bodies after firing up the grill, absently stroking his curved sonfucker as he returned. The blonde Daddy slumped to the deck floor between Theo and me, hooking his armpits on our knees. His fingers traced along my ankle and the top of my foot, creating a welcomed intimacy. Jim asked again, “So what’s it gonna be, Trey? This is your party, after all. So far, everything you’ve wanted has been really fuckin’ hot. What’s round two?”

Dad was sitting on the deck floor opposite the rest of us. His sharp blue eyes bored into me as he lifted a single eyebrow. Even now, after sharing a filthy session of piss, jock worship, and swapping our regular fuck partners, my father seemed intent on checking in to make sure I was still good. Having this conversation without saying a word, I offered him a quick nod. I reached around Jim’s neck and found his thick, meaty pec. I kneaded the heavy muscle, marveling at its hardness and fur. 

“There’s this thing I want,” I started coyly, my free hand sliding up and down my big college boy prick. I caught my Dad’s eye and held it, measuring the reaction of the man who made me. “If you guys are game for it. I want to watch you and Jim fuck, Dad. Watchin’ a pair of alpha Daddy studs get it on seems like it’d be hot as fuck!”

Jim crooked his neck, half-turning to look at me. His expression carried some disbelief,  his tone a bit off-guard. “Really? I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, Jerry, but I think it’s pretty clear what gets us off. Jer and me are into sons…big time. I sorta figured that, if you’re like my boy, you’re mostly into Daddy types.”

“You got it right, Jim,” I answered, my voice regaining its confidence. “My number one crush is my Dad. Damn near every other dude that turns my head is around his age or older. But Theo is fuckin’ sexy, too, and he’s close to me in age. By the end of tonight, you can’t say us younger dudes aren’t gonna fuck around some more. And I wouldn’t be mad at it.” I moved my hand to the back of Jim’s neck, massaging the corded muscles consolingly. I looked up to his son, and Theo nodded his approval. As if on cue, the younger French and me turned to gaze at my Dad. 

I continued. “Now that I’ve said it, the idea of watchin’ my stud father fuckin’ around with another Daddy is all I want. Jim, you’re a fuckin’ beast–if I didn’t have my Dad, you’d be the kinda man I’d be chasin’. Watchin’ you two go balls-out breedin’ some alpha Dadcunt…shit, that sounds fuckin’ awesome!”

The excitement in my words had clearly convinced Theo, who offered a sexy smirk. He pushed his father’s shoulder playfully, and Jim quickly turned around to look on his beefy blonde son. The younger man cupped his father’s jaw, his thumb rubbing into Jim’s heavy blonde beard. The Frenchs seemed to nod at the same time, and I could see Theo break out into a huge grin. 

“I’m game,” said my Dad, jumping to his feet. He casually scratched the fur on his chest, a soft smile playing under his beard. Jim’s mouth fell open in shock, and Dad looked directly at him. “What, Jim? My son wants some fantasy fulfillment. I aim to give it to him,” explained Dad, his blue eyes shimmering. One of his hands began lazily running up and down his beercan dick. “Besides, Jim…you’re a fuckin’ stud. Trey wants us to put on a show.”

“Fuck yeah,” Theo French chimed in, his expression filled with lust and promise. I could see the younger blonde was eager to see the elder men get it on. “Sounds fuckin’ hot, Dad.”

I goaded, “That’s right, Jim. You’re a sexy Daddy. My Dad is…fuck me, my Dad’s a goddamn fuck beast! I wanna kick back and watch a pair of hot Daddies fuck.” My Dad stepped forward and put his hand out to help Jim to his feet. 

Eye to eye, Dad and Jim stared into one another for a moment. My father didn’t break eye contact as he asked me, “So…how’s this gonna go? It’s your show, Trey.”

I was lewdly fisting my son cock in anticipation. Theo followed suit, our hairy knees rubbing against one another. Despite normally being son chasers, the chemistry between Jim French and my Old Man was an undeniable force. My voice was hoarse but commanding as I growled, “I want you guys to fuck sweet, Dad. Take your time, make love to each other. Theo and me wanna watch.”

My father grinned, approving of this new turn on our Dad-son bond. He bit his lower lip mischievously, then reached over to give Jim’s fat, curved fuckpipe a few cursory strokes. Dad took a half step towards the hot blonde muscle Daddy, his baritone lusty and inviting. “What do ya say, Jim? Give my boy what he wants?“ 

Jim French was a sexy man. Heavy, well-defined muscles gave the older stud a boxer’s build. Dirty blonde fur covered Jim’s chest, legs and arms. A wild bush of golden pubes crowned a solid seven inches of rhino horn Daddy dick. His rugged good looks and sexy alpha bull body was a good match for my father. Jim’s eyelids fluttered when Dad took his curved piece in hand, throwing a hand onto my Dad’s shoulder to stabilize himself. The elder French licked his lips and cut Theo and me a hungry glare. Without saying a word, Jim turned back to my father and leaned in for a kiss. 

"They’re really doin’ it! Fuck!” Theo called in a conspiratorial tone. The younger French was jacking himself as Dad dragged Jim into an embrace by the dick. Both my father’s muscled arms wrapped around Jim’s waist. While Theo and me watched, our Daddies grunted as their mouths met. I could see Dad’s tongue invading Jim’s mouth as the blonde Dad pulled my father closer. The thick hair along Jim’s arms glistened in the daylight as his forearms covered Dad’s bulky neck. 

The Daddies kissing was intense. I was pretty sure that I could have popped my wad just from watching the two handsome, older studs make out, so I eased off jerking my college boy bone. I wanted to drag this out, to cum along with these elder bull fathers as they bred one another. As good as my cock felt, I let go of my piece. I moved my hands up to my pecs to send a low, primal buzz from my nipples down to my balls. 

Dad and Jim were kissing feverishly, their thick neck muscles flaring as they twisted. Jim bit my Dad’s bottom lip to earn a pause. My father aggressively slapped the blonde Daddy’s big ass, then both men dived in for another round. Strong tongues flashed bright pink between the Daddies’ rugged beards. Hands began to wander across the landscape of hard-earned muscle and fields of natural body hair. My Dad roughly jammed his fingers into Jim’s ass crack, eliciting feral grunts from both men. 

Theo and me focused exclusively on the hot action before us. The blonde son was slowly dragging a hand along his fat seven-incher, his other fondling his full balls and tracing his hairy taint. I was strumming my nipples, and my fingers sending jolts through my steely prick and son hole. My Dadfucker cock was leaking a stream of pre, a swinging thread shining in the sunlight. 

Dad’s hand found the blonde Daddy’s butch cunt, apparently, as my father pressed further to open Jim’s already-fucked hole. Two thick fingers disappeared into the elder French’s slot, and my father craned his neck back to stare into Jim’s handsome mug. “I see where your boy gets his warm, sweet pussy,” Dad teased, twisting his wrist to squirm his fingers around the other Daddy’s chute. Jim rested his head against my father’s shoulder, whimpering and ravenous. Jim had barely arched his back, and this subtle move parted his ass cheeks to give Dad a better opening. My father took control, pushing his digits deeper and massaging Jim French’s sweet spot. The sexy blonde Dad moaned whorishly, pushing his thick butt back to meet my Dad’s fingering. 

Jim’s mouth slid down my father’s broad chest, his tongue and teeth worshipful. Once he found my Old Man’s firm nipple, the blonde Daddy clamped down to suck and chew on Dad’s hard-wired tit. Between them, my Dad’s massive cuntsplitter throbbed and leaked. My father started to spin Jim around, his fingers still shoved into the blonde stud’s big, furry ass. Dad slipped his hand free from Jim’s battered hole, moving to grip Jim by the hips. Jim pushed back hungrily, and the blonde stud began rocking his sweaty trench along my Dad’s uncut meat. The two Dads smashed cock to cunt, mock fucking as their sons witnessed. The hood of my father’s dick slid back from his glans at every thrust, only to re-sheath his head on the back stroke. 

Dad bit into Jim’s neck and started talking trash to the blonde Daddy. “Gonna cunt you, French. Right in front of your boy. Show him what a hot pussy his Daddy’s got. Gonna show my son I’m a fuckin’ alpha as I breed the hole he already marked.” Dad was savagely twisting Jim’s nipples and grinding his Dadcock against the French Daddy’s rim. My father reached between them, grabbing his pipe and lining it up to spear Jim’s Daddy cunt. 

“Whoa, tiger!” I called, “Dad! Don’t get me wrong, this is fuckin’ hot. But you’re headin’ to the finish too quick. Take your time, right, Theo?” I gently elbowed the younger French, who grinned widely and met my eye. 

“Fuck yeah,” Theo agreed. He looked my hairy torso up and down before settling his gaze onto my thick son cock. Tearing himself away, he looked over to ask, “Make ‘em eat ass? That’d be hot! My Dad’s got cum in his hole already, so…”

I beamed back at the young blonde stud. Theo was a younger version of his Dad, which was to say he was sexy as fuck. “Yeah…yeah! I fucked a wad into my Old Man this morning, too, so they can both taste us as they chow down,” I nodded to Theo, then croaked orders to the older men, “You heard Theo, Daddies. We want you guys to feast on some Dad pussy. Get eatin’, studs." 

Theo seemed almost giddy. This was clearly something he had thought about before. He cut me a quick, odd look, the playfully batted my hand away from my own hairy dick. He replaced my stroking with his own, his rough fingers forming a tight knot for me to slow screw. I returned the favor, working my fist up and down the blonde stud’s rock-solid fuck piece. 

Jim fell to his knees, then rolled onto his back. The manly blonde father hiked his legs up, exposing his perfect, wet gape for my Dad. My Dad climbed over the elder French, squatting his thick ass over Jim’s bearded grin. Jim French was born to eat pussy, as he enthusiastically thrust his face up to meet my father’s deep trench. My father cried out in a manly groan as Jim wedged his agile tongue into Dad’s tender ring. 

Dad squatted lower, letting his beefy ass envelop the mouth of Theo’s stud Daddy. He hunched his muscular body atop Jim, hooking the blonde man’s legs under his armpits. My father growled, appreciative of the sweet, fucked-out Dadcunt that stared back at him. He lapped along Jim’s furry crack with a flat tongue and an open mouth as if trying to absorb more of the blonde Daddy’s personal musk. 

Both men soon fell into a cunt-eating frenzy. Jim was swirling his tongue against my Dad’s rim, coaxing a trickle of the cumload I’d blasted up inside this morning. The blonde stud lapped up my spunk greedily once he realized the prize he earned. At the same time, my father was savaging Jim’s hairy cunt. Dad’s mouth was pressed hard against the other Daddy’s fucked-open gape, his eyes slammed shut as he deliberately feasted. The grunts of pleasure, of giving and taking such an intimate moment, intensified the masculine energy that seemed to pour off the two Daddies. 

My father looked up after several minutes of eating butt, his beard slick with spit and foraged son jizz. "Fuckin’ Dadcunt tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Glazed with my boy’s hot seed, yours too, Theo. Son cum tastes so fuckin’ good in a Daddy ass!” He delivered a rapid trio of hard smacks against Jim’s relaxed hole, the puffy slot clenching as Dad spanked it. Dad scraped his beard along his prize, then dug in for a second round of blonde Daddy hole. 

Theo’s cut dick was throbbing in my palm, his balls pulling up as a signal he was ready to blast. I peeled my grip off his impossible hardness, leaving the blonde boy’s piece jutting up against his tight abs. Theo reached up to his cock, but I snatched at his wrist. “Save it, bro,” I demanded, “I got somethin’ in mind for that son load. I promise you’ll fuckin’ love it.” Theo rode the edge of his orgasm, as he trusted me to remain unsatisfied for now. Theo’s fist on my dick was a flurry, but I pried it off to delay my own release. My Dadfucker was damn near pissing clear pre-seed, sloppy thin ropes forming a chaotic web along my nut sac and leg hair. “I’m in the same spot, Theo. I promise, what I have in mind is gonna be worth the wait.”

Theo nodded hesitantly, his hairy shank angry and flared. “Alright,” he asked, “I’m close, bro, but I’m in." 

My grin was full of mischief as I replied, "Trust me, Theo. You’re gonna love it.” I jumped up to my feet, my big son cock bouncing along my thighs. A stream on clear scum fell from my balls to the deck in a single, perfect thread. “Dad. Jim–no, I mean, Daddy,” I corrected myself, knowing that it turned Jim on when I last used the name. “It’s time to fuck. Get on all fours, Daddy. I wanna watch my Old Man claim that big, hairy Dad ass." 

As heated as they had become from making out and feasting on ass, both Dads could not scramble into position fast enough. Jim arched his back seductively, his knees set wide to better show off the thick muscles of his backside. My Dad stayed on his feet, squatting again to better aim his dripping cuntsplitter. Dad pushed his hairy cock a good three inches before stopping to give Jim a moment to acclimate. Both men moaned as prick finally met pussy, and Dad used his hands to pull Jim’s ass cheeks further apart. 

"I ain’t one of them pussyboys who can’t take a pounding, Jerry,” Jim challenged, “If you’re gonna take my hole, you need to fuckin’ dick me down. Your boy’s already broke me wide open, Jerry, so you need to get take it home. If I walk right after you get yours, you didn’t do the job.” As if to drive home his point, Jim French rammed his big, butch ass down to the root of my father’s thick Daddy bone. Jim began undulating his hips around Dad’s cock, grinding his hole against its invader. “Fuck man,” the sexy blonde cried, “That fuckin’ Daddy piece feels just like your son’s! Can’t wait for you to wreck my cunt, Jerry." 

My Dad remained quiet, grabbing the blonde Daddy by his left shoulder. He planted his right hand in the small Jim’s back and pressed, forcing the elder French to keep his back in a dramatic arch. Dad withdrew his dick from Jim by half, then slammed forward until his dark pubes mashed flat against Jim’s muscle hole. Without another word, Dad began sawing his piece in and out, pounding Dadcunt with full abandon. My father’s face was stony and feral, scowling and squinting and dripping with sweat. His fuck was equally primal, his thrusts making Jim wince and babble. 

I grabbed Theo by the dick, squeezing his Dadfucker by the base. "It’s your time to shine, bro,” I offered. “So long as you keep your hands off of this. Suck on my Dad’s balls. Get a close-up shot of my Dad’s fuckin’ your Daddy.” Theo hopped up energetically, then slid into position. Dad was soon moaning his appreciation, his nuts soaking wet from Theo’s slobbering mouth and Jim’s fuck-slicked ass. 

To his credit, Theo kept his hands off his dick. I was so fucking turned on by watching my Dad claim another Daddy’s ass that my dick ached. Taking a few steps forward, my college boy meat swinging in front of me obscenely. Wagging my Dadfucker in Jim’s face caught Jim’s laser focus. His blue eyes were wide and obsessed, squinting in time with my father’s rough fuck but fixated nevertheless. I swatted the stud bottom’s face with my heavy, cum-glazed prick, loud smacks sounding off as I playfully beat my cock against his manly features. In one easy thrust, I pushed a full eight inches into Jim’s insatiable throat. 

Dad cheered as we both skewered the muscular blonde stud. His fingers found my chest, and his heavy hands worked their magic on my nipples. I returned the same treatment to my father, my familiarity with what made him hot serving me well. I largely stood still, letting my Dad’s fuck push Jim across the meat I’d wedged in his soft mouth. 

The four of us were positioned to blast off. Dad was demolishing Jim’s hole with the steady, brutal piston of his thick cuntsplitter. Jim’s throat felt like a second skin milking my Dadfucker cock, an almost exact copy of of my father’s prick. Theo had moved from suckling my Dad’s bull nuts up to the sacred space where cock and hole were joined. The French boy’s tongue slurped adoringly along Dad’s hammering length while slithering against his own father’s cunt. With every back thrust, Dad was pulling out threads of the son jizz that both Theo and me had previously deposited in Jim’s hairy muscle hole. 

At the center of everything was rugged blonde stud Daddy Jim French. The man was taking big-dicked fucks from both Aldines, his holes fore and aft being roughly invaded. It was probably unsurprising that Jim shot his load first–my father’s large fuckpipe had been banging along Jim’s prostate for a good while now. 

Jim screamed silently against my dick, the vibrations running along the underside of my thick shaft and reverberating through the whole of my crotch. As heavy blasts of Dad scum erupted from Jim’s wickedly curved sonfucker, Theo lunged to get his father’s piece in his mouth. A wild rope of Daddy seed splattered the younger French’s face, leaving a messy streak from forehead to bearded chin. Theo clamped his open gob over the head of his Daddy’s dick, and both men moaned loudly as father fed son. 

In some respects, it felt like Dad and me were using Jim as a conduit to fuck one another. We were both thrusting into the blonde stud with renewed fervor as Jim found release. Jim’s cries were stifled by my pummeling college boy prick, but those shouts sent powerful tremors throughout my junk that had me riding the edge. Likewise, Dad was now banging away to his own climax in a Dad pussy that was shivering tight as the blonde stud got off. Dad and me were still working one another’s tits as well, adding another dimension of pleasure and connectivity. 

“I’m gettin’ there, son,” warned Dad, his jabs into Jim’s cunt increasing in tempo. “Can’t believe I’m gonna breed Jim fuckin’ French! Sharin’ that hot Dad pussy with my pervy son! Tryin’ to hold off until we can blow our wads together, Trey.”

My prick looked huge punching its way into Jim’s bottomless velvet throat. I shoved deep, my wild thatch of fur tangling into the handsome Daddy’s thick blonde beard. “I’m in, Dad,” I agreed, clutching the back of Jim’s skull and pounding my load home. “Gonna knock up a hot Daddy with my Old Man. Fire off our cuntsplitters deep inside Jim. Empty our balls together, Dad! C’mon!”

My words were clearly working as Dad spat, “Aw fuck, son, I’m fuckin’ there! Knockin’ up Jim fuckin’ French! Glazin’ that stud pussy with my alpha seed! Sharin’ this with my sexy boy! Fuck!” Dad stared directly at me the whole time, his intense blue eyes flaring as he starting blasting Jim’s guts. 

That small, powerful connection was the final straw for me, and Jim’s mouth was soon coated by my massive load. Large wads of my son cream plastered the blonde Daddy’s sucking mouth. My father was nuts deep inside Jim’s Dad cunt, injecting Daddy jizz straight from the source. Our loads shot together, both my Dad and me were left heaving and relieved. 

My father yanked his still-hard cock free of Jim’s hairy ass, a bubble of Daddy seed bursting from the soft folds of his cunt. Dad wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist, then pulled Theo up to his feet. “There ya go, son,” he confided as he stepped behind the younger French, “Get your cock wet with your Daddy’s hole. Breed that stud pussy, Theo.”

Dad grabbed Theo by the base of his cock aggressively, guiding the younger man’s raging bone into his father’s dripping gape. Theo threw his head back and leaned back against my father for support. The younger French slid into his Dad to the hilt, then his instincts kicked in. Theo bucked his hips erratically, fucking home his load in less than a dozen hard thrusts. 

I pulled my hard cock from Jim’s abused mouth. Theo fell into my Dad’s heavily muscled arms, and they both leaned in to share a deep kiss. Looking down, Jim French looked almost beatific. His face streaked with tears, and his skin ruddied as he caught his breath. As Jim composed himself, he climbed up to his feet next me and planted a hard kiss on my mouth. 

The four of us made out for a while, then Jim pried himself away. The blonde Daddy had a shit-eating grin as he panted, “Damn, Trey! Jerry! That was…intense! The Aldine boys are fuckin’ beasts!" 

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Coming Soon…Chapter 16: All Out!

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roughrawready:

Anthem

Part 14: All In

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. 

This chapter’s a bit long. Sorry if that’s not your bag. Also: fair warning that piss play factors into this chapter.

Other writers who have inspired my writing: @talesfromunderthemattress, @br0b8, @drakestories, @smutwithsemicolons, @pagespermer. If you need to rub one out between chapters of Anthem, they’re 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:

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.”

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Jim answered the door naked but for a towel draped around his waist. Water glistened in the handsome man’s chest hair, and I found it hard to stop staring at the older man’s muscular body. His dirty blonde hair was matted to his scalp, his eyes bright and welcoming. “Hey! Jerry!” The elder French shook hands with my father. Their eye contact was electric, and the idea of getting it on with both these studs made my dick swell in my jock. Without letting go of my Dad’s hand, Jim French cut me a sly side eye. His voice was low and inviting. “Trey. It’s good to see you. C’mon in.”

The older man turned and walked us further into his home. Halfway through their kitchen, Jim released his towel from his waist and slung it over his left shoulder. The blonde Daddy had a pair of squared-off glutes covered in pale hair, his cheeks shifting seductively as he continued to walk. “It’s just us guys here, so we spend most of our time natural. If it makes either of you uncomfortable, we can throw on shorts–” explained Jim, before stopping and turning to look at us. The sight of a naked Daddy stud like Jim French had me at full bone, throbbing behind my shorts. His blue-eyed gaze fixed at my crotch, a sexy smile playing across his rugged face. “–or you guys are welcome to join us in the buff. Your call.“ 

The elder man blinked dramatically, then looked my Dad in the eye. "You guys want a beer?” he asked as he opened the fridge. “I figure we’d hang out by the pool for a bit, then we’ll throw some steaks on the grill.”

My Dad took the lead, nodding as he spoke, “Yeah, a beer sounds good. And the Pool and steak sounds great too, Jim. Thanks for having us over.”

“Anytime, Jerry,” Jim said, my father taking a quick swing from his bottle. He pulled another from the fridge and waved it in front of me. “You want one, Trey?” I nodded as the naked Daddy handed me the beer. A warm rush filled my balls as Jim’s fingers grazed mine. “You guys are always welcome here. Let’s head out to the back.”

Jim led my Dad and me to their outside deck. Several chairs surrounded a large pool, where Theo French swam laps naked. He seemed oblivious to us at first, but then paddled over to the pool’s edge. “Hey, guys,” he said, lightly panting. His thick muscles seemed to almost glow in the sun and water. His bearded grin felt genuine as his eyes locked focus on my father. “You guys comin’ in? If ya need a suit, I can…” Theo intentionally let his sentence trail off, clearly hoping we would turn down his offer. 

“I’m good, Theo,” answered my Dad, already beginning to peel off his gray tee-shirt. Dad looked hot as fuck without his shirt, sturdy plates of earned muscle shifting beneath a sweaty pelt of masculine fur. The scent of Dad’s armpits affected me profoundly, as my son hole and balls both tightened from the brief smell of his musk. Dad leveled his attention to me, but he was speaking as much to the Frenchs. “Whatever you wanna do, Trey, it’s cool. You’re in charge, son." 

Without waiting for my response, my father popped open his fly, then shucked his shorts to let them fall down around his ankles. With an easy kick, Dad sent his shorts flying across the deck away from the pool. Dad stood there, naked except for his well-worn jock. The way the strap highlighted the man’s thick, hairy body made both Theo and me to quietly gasp. Theo French hissed, his voice a lusty whisper, "Fuuuuuuck! Fuckin’ hot, Mr. Aldine!”

Dad grinned and half-blushed, half-heartedly scratching along his chest fur. He continued to watch me, though, his tone protective. “Trey, if ya need a suit…” Dad offered, telegraphic his hopes that I’d be game.

“Fuck no!” I cried with a little more excitement than I probably should. Everyone chuckled at my eagerness as I doffed my shirt, balling it up before tossing it near our clothes. I hurriedly pushed my shorts down my thighs, bending over to resolve my sneakers. Without realizing it, I was exposing my hairy ass crack to both Dad and Jim French. 

As I stood up and kicked myself free of shoes and shorts, I noticed both of the older men were appraising my thick college boy butt. Their mouths were both wide open, hunger making their expressions carnal and manly. Jim broke the silence with a low whistle. “God damn, Trey,” he said softly, “You’re a sexy fuckin’ chip off the ol’ block! Your Daddy’s right to be proud!” Licking his full lips, Jim stared lewdly. The older man’s dick began filling out, a powerful rhino horn flexing defiantly from his full, wet bush. “That jockstrap, son…fuck, Trey!”

“My boy is a prime alpha stud, Jim. Takes a rough fuck just as keen as he dishes one out. All fuckin’ man, all fuckin’ son,” Dad beamed, before stating clearly, “Best fuck of my life.” My father spoke crudely, now openly rubbing a palm against his own jocked meat. The bulge behind expanded within the pouch stained with cum, piss, and sweat. He was watching Jim as the other man fixated on me, and I found my own hands starting to fondle my covered son dick to show off. I flexed my muscles a bit, turned on when my Dad spoke so freely about our bond. 

Theo climbed up from the pool, water pouring off his muscled body. The younger French scrambled to place himself before my Dad. On his knees, the naked son watched as I squeezed my big piece through my underwear, his eyes pleading. “Trey…” he managed, before I interrupted. 

“Worship it,” I commanded Theo, “The jock. Get your fuckin’ face, that hungry mouth on my Daddy’s jock. Taste all that cum and piss from that Daddy dick. All that fuckin’ sweat. Suck that fuckin’ jock clean, boy.” My voice was hoarse and low, but somehow it filled the space like a cannon. Theo French could not get his mouth open fast enough, slobbering over Dad’s piece like a man possessed. My father beamed as I snarled, “Get that hot Daddy mouth on mine, Jim. Fuckin’ sexy Daddy! Show me how much you want my Dadfucker." 

I stepped over quickly to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Dad, and Jim dropped to his knees to follow. The elder French smashed his face against my jock, his beard and chin rubbing along the pouch as he inhaled deeply. "God damn, Trey,” growled Jim, “That Dadfuckin’ son cock smells fuckin’ amazing! Want that scent marking my beard, son. Want that hot boy smell all over my face, in my mouth!” He made an exaggerated grunting sound as he began sucking against my underwear. My shank was flared to full mast, stretching the mesh as Jim worshipped. 

Theo came up for air, his face slick with his own spot and my father’s stink. Even from above, I could take in my Dad’s distinct odor–ripe, warm, unmistakably Daddy. The smell alone made my son pussy flinch and twist between my cheeks. Theo smeared his jaw against Dad’s jock as he spoke in lusty tone, “Big fuckin’ Daddy dick swingin’ between those muscle Daddy thighs.” Theo was running his hands along my father’s quads, his fingers tangling along Dad’s dark fur. “Taste of that sweat and cum…and piss…fuck! God damn, Mr. Aldine, I need that fuckin’ dick down my throat!" 

Dad grabbed Theo by the hair, gently steering the boy’s ravenous mouth inches away from his throbbing pouch. He stared at the younger French for a lingering moment, evidently turned on by Theo’s eager submission. "It’s like I said before, Theo,” Dad purred confidently. He looked up to meet my eye, winked, and then continued. “Trey’s in control. Whatever he wants, my hot fuckin’ stud of a son gets it. Anything.” He snatched the back of Theo’s head and crammed it against his crotch aggressively as if to press the point. 

I could have shot my wad just from hearing my Dad’s words. Letting me take charge of the situation–of dictating the mechanics of how we fuck with the Frenchs–put a swell of pride and confidence in my chest. My thoughts were a jumble of all the filthy things I wanted to try, every permutation of mixing dick and hole, mouth and feet and pits. I had so many ideas playing in my head, and my cock throbbed as Jim slurped along its covered length. 

I reached down to my jockstrap, and Jim slavishly licked my fingers in adoration. Having the handsome blonde Daddy on his knees in front of me was a major turn-on. My meat was impossibly hard, and I peeled aside the mesh to reveal the eight-plus inches of my Dadfucker. My son cock was already leaking pre-cum, swinging wide to playfully smack Jim French’s chin. Jim groaned loudly at the sight of my piece, followed my moans from both Dad and Theo. Jim’s son half-whispered, “Fuck, Trey. You definitely inherited your Daddy’s dick!”

Following my cue, Dad pulled the wide band of his jock and hooked it under his bull nuts. My father’s meat jutted up obscenely, the hood skinned back to reveal a shiny red glans. Theo’s tongue already found Dad’s balls, leaving trails of spit along his hairy sac. My father watched me intently, clearly waiting for me to give the go-ahead. My own balls buzzed at the sense of power. 

“You gotta piss, Dad?” I asked, halfway knowing the answer. When Theo stammered on the idea of piss on Dad’s jock, his words betraying Jim. I figured it might be some kind of secret kink. Dad and me had talked about piss before, usually after we’d already fucked each other to bliss. Though we hadn’t yet taken that step together, we both confessed being turned on by the idea. Dad revealed it was something he’d tried before, but quickly glossed over the details. When I said the word, I could see my father’s meat swell. 

“Yeah, Trey?” asked Dad, his teeth clenched. “My boy wants to watch me piss all over Theo?” My father’s words resonated with Theo as well, who grunted his approval to the idea. 

“So long as Theo wants it,” I respond, rubbing my nipples between thumbs and forefingers. My own cock was nearly pissing a steady stream of clear pre, a thin stream running down my shaft and getting sucked up by Theo’s father. Jim had left my ball sac sopping with his spit, his eyes egging me on as he silently opened his mouth wide. 

Theo barked a hasty “Fuck yeah, feed it to me!” before curling his tongue under my Dad’s balls and slathering his hairy taint. My father groaned, spreading his thighs to give the boy better access and lazily stroking his fat beercan dick. 

Hearing Theo’s consent drove my lust toward a harder edge. If I was in control of the fuck as Dad insisted, I wanted to escalate our play into something legendary. I squinted as I dragged my right hand against my abs until I reached my full bush. Finding the root of my dick, I looked down at Jim and pulled back my loose foreskin. “You a piss pig, too, Jim? Hot fuckin’ Daddy needs son piss all over him?” I asked rhetorically, pointing the head of my piece at his open mouth. Jim nodded enthusiastically, which prompted me to scowl, “You wanna wear my piss, Jim? Drink straight from the tap? While my Dad pisses inside your boy’s mouth? Fuck yeah, prett sure I already know the answer.”

I twisted my fingers along my left nipple, sending a sharp twinge against my balls. Jim arched his tongue upwards, grazing the tip of my son cock. I looked up to meet my father’s eyes, who jerked Theo’s open mouth towards his cuntsplitter. Dad’s expression was begging and feral, giving in to his needs as I goaded him further. Without another word, my father and me both started unloading piss. 

My stream was forceful and hot, striking against Jim’s tongue so hard that it splattered into his blonde beard. Jim French swallowed greedily, letting his gob fill by half before taking it into his belly. The elder French spat a mouthful of hot piss against my crotch, my full pubes soaking with my own stink. Jim then clamped his lips around the head of my dick, nursing my piss load directly into his gut. 

Dad had let fly at the same time, and Theo had dutifully drank from his paternal source. Theo let Dad flood his mouth, filling some while letting the remainder spill onto his own chest. Dad jerked his stream around, sending a torrent of Daddy piss over the handsome boy’s face and pecs. Theo grunted happily, his hands roaming through his wet body hair. “God damn, Trey,” Dad moaned, “Never in a million years did I dream my boy would end up bein’ such a fuckin’ pig. I love it, baby boy, watchin’ you come into your own." 

I reached over and flicked my Dad’s nipple, eliciting a shiver as I felt up his broad muscle and tit. My piss stream roared into Jim’s hungry mouth, but I followed my father’s lead and hosed down the Daddy stud at my feet. Jim took my piss in his hair, letting it run down his face and rubbing it into his beard and chest. Jim cheered, "Fuckin’ mark me, Trey! Gonna wear that mark all fuckin’ day!” The elder French looked up with an ecstatic grin, aiming my dick so that I was pissing all over his rock-hard Daddy dick. 

Both Dad and me finished emptying our bladders at roughly the same time, and both the Frenchs swallowed our hard dicks to the base as if to milk the last drop of piss. Overcome by his lust, Dad began fucking Theo’s handsome face in earnest, his work-weathered hands clamping onto the boy’s ears as he thrust. 

Jim jumped to his feet, his mouth meeting mine as the scent of ripe piss hit my nose. “Fuckin’ stud son,” said the older man, his eyes smiling before they closed. We kissed, and I could taste myself in an entirely new way as Jim pressed his tongue against mine. His hand cupped my full balls, then circled my cock in a warm, tight fist. I groaned in his mouth, then pulled free of our kiss. Jim bit his lower lip seductively, then offered, “I need that big Dadfucker up my ass, son. My hole can take it as hard as you can fuck.”

“Ya think?” I shot back, reflexively reaching my fingers down into Jim’s fuck trench. “Want me to pound you flat, Daddy? Cum up that Dadcunt?" 

"Call me ‘Daddy’ again, Trey, and you’re gonna make me bust a nut,” half-joked the rugged blonde. Jim kicked out his thighs wider, opening his stance a bit wider so that my touch grazed along his Daddy pucker. The feel of his most tender part–soft, shivering, ringed by thick, manly fur–made my dick throb and spurt more pre. Jim’s stroking glazed my big dick with my own juice as he begged, “Fuck yeah, I want it, son. Shove in, punch-fuck that Dadcunt, breed nuts deep. Balls out alpha son fuck, no tappin’ out. I wanna walk wrong after you’re done marking my hole, Trey.” As he spoke, Jim squirmed his cunt along my fingers until they breached his ring. Both of us groaned as we connected in a whole new way. 

I was seconds away from cunting out Jim French, but came up from my own reverie to witness Dad an inch away from sliding into Jim’s stud son Theo. Theo had turned to reveal his big blonde ass, doubled over a deck chair to expose his tight pink son cunt. His thigh muscles bulged massively as he stood in half-squat, his thick butt upturned and hungry. Dad smacked his grade-A cuntsplitter against the younger man’s pucker, his own need forming as a hard, animalistic expression across his face. Dad pulled his cock back, spat twice on Theo’s open hole, then pressed his beercan shank into the blonde son’s pussy. 

Both men let out husky groans as my father bottomed out, his thick bush smashed flat against Theo’s crack. Dad leaned back to let the younger French grind his hole against his fuckpipe, the son cursing under his breath as he acclimated to my Dad’s beercan piece. Jim and I both watched, stunned by the look of shared bliss as Dad and Theo rode their sensation of where they joined. My Dad wrapped both his meat hooks on Theo’s trim waist, then pushed the boy’s thick ass off of his Daddy dick. Righting himself behind Theo, Dad spread his feet for leverage and began sawing his eight-plus inches of uncut Dadcock balls deep into the prime son cunt. 

Fueled by the hot scene unfolding before us, I grabbed Jim by the back of the neck. He met my gaze, and I snarled, “Time for that Dadpussy to get dicked down.” The butch older man was instantly compliant, almost jumping alongside his son on the deck chair. He pushed his chest flat against the chair, bending over to show off a perfect, hairy ass. Huge slabs of Daddy muscle were split by a furry trench, his musk and my still-fresh piss combining into an intoxicating mix. 

“No need for lube, Trey,” Jim said flatly as he reached back, using his manly hands to pry apart his cheeks. Between them, Jim French had an exquisite pink knot that clenched and then gaped in anticipation of my cock. He went on, “Theo bred me earlier, so I’m already slick. Go buck, son.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I gave my hairy dick a couple quick tugs, then pulled back my foreskin to reveal my cock’s head. When I pressed it against the blonde Daddy’s cunt, the pucker seemed to come alive. The edge of his rim kissed against my meat, then greedily bloomed open to take my first few inches. Jim French had a wild grin on his face, confiding, “I’ve been dreaming about this dick ever since I first saw it, Trey. Theo’s been makin’ fun of me for how bad I want it. Feels like fuckin’ magic, son.”

Egged on by the fatherly stud telling me how much he’d fantasizes over my dick, I shoved in hard, ramming myself into Jim with enough force to make his ass cheeks bounce and shudder. It was then my Dad encouraging me. “That’s it, son,” he said, rocking his own hips at a steady clip against Theo’s young jock butt. Dad’s fingers found my nipple and gently massaged it into a hard nub. “Fuck that hot Daddy. Make me fuckin’ proud, Trey–let’s breed together.”

The four of us quickly became lost in our respective positions. I began slam-fucking Jim to prove that I could, making him cry out in mixed pleasure-pain every time I went deep. Jim took my fuck through gritted teeth, every once in a while prodding me to keep going. There were moments where it seemed like I might be hurting the man, and as if prescient Jim would grab my thighs to pull me deeper or flat out tell me to pound him harder. As I hit my stride, I watched with pride as my father used his perfect cuntsplitter to full effect.

Theo French was a mass of defeated muscle splayed flat on the chair. My Dad was a hairy, dominant beast, pulverizing the son cunt beneath him. The longer Dad pumped his meat into Theo, the more his stud muscles seemed to flare. My heart flushed with joy as I watched Dad get into a full-on alpha rut. 

Jim’s pussy was pulsing against my Dadfucker like a champ. I had hit a solid fuck rhythm on his butch cunt, making his Daddy muscles quiver as I worked in and out of his warm velvet fuckhole. Somewhere through our fuck, some of Theo’s seed slathered my dick, pristine white streaks of son jizz glazing my thick cuntsplitter. All four of us became a mass of grunting, cursing manhood, each guy pushing the other forward towards release. 

Jim and Theo were both stroking their cocks as Dad and me fucked them. As I watched my father get heavy into his fuck, I was inspired for to different idea. “Get off your dick,” I ordered, swatting Jim’s hand away from his curved meat. “You too, Theo. I’m callin’ the fuckin’ shots, and that ain’t how you guys are gonna blow.”

The Frenchs grudgingly removed their hands, looking up and then at the other getting full-bore bred. I reached over to my Dad, nursing his tits in my palms. My fingers found his nipples, twisting them savagely as he pumped into Theo. “C’mon, Dad,” I pushed. “Look me in the fuckin’ eye and breed that sweet muscle cunt wrapped around that big Daddy dick. Nut up in that pussy, Dad. Show Theo how you’re a fuckin’ alpha sonfucker!" 

My father’s thrusts grew erratic as I talked him off, his grunts increasing in volume as they matched his fuck. Dad’s armed flexed and looked fuckin’ huge as they held Theo in place. With a final slam balls deep, Dad cried out his climax, spewing every drop inside the young stud pussy he’d just fucked into submission. I knew from direct experience Dad could flood a man’s ass with the kind of loads he shot. As I watched Dad cum, I knew my own was not far behind. 

Dad pulled out of Theo, his massive pipe looking obscene as it swung between his legs. His hood held a fat wad of seed at its center, and the idea of tasting that prize made my own wad boil up in my balls. Considering how hot this was getting me, I was feeling myself and approaching my breed. I grabbed a handful of Theo’s hair, caught his eye as he glared up defiantly. He was clearly not expecting me to command, "Get that ass up here! Straddle your Daddy. I’m gonna mark both your cunts!”

Theo scrambled, throwing his muscled leg over Jim’s waist. The younger French showed off the wet, puffy cunt that had just been bred by my Dad. As I continued fucking his Dad, Theo enticingly swiveled his big jock butt around. The younger man’s hole was visibly battered, and he bore down to clench and then open his son gape. As if on command, a single pearl of my father’s fuckseed bloomed out of Theo’s fucked-out cunt. I caught the bleach-tang scent of my Dad’s cum, and it was the trigger that brought me off. 

I was pounding Jim with rough, unpredictable stabs of my cock. I was staring straight into Theo’s pussy after Dad thoroughly cunted it. I was swooning over the distinctive scent of my father’s cum. All of these sent me overboard, and for a moment things went white. 

I wasn’t nearly done with the power trip Dad had gifted me, though, and fought to keep my composure as I bred. I shot my first blast inside Jim’s deep cunt, my balls tightening on my opening salvo. Without warning, I yanked my cock free, a wad of son jizz forming a long rope that connected my dick to Jim’s wrecked hole. 

Before anyone else could move, I pushed Theo down by the small of his back, slamming my cuntsplitter nuts deep inside Jim’s son with one easy thrust. Theo screamed out in shock as my steel-hard fuckpipe invaded his hairy ass. My cock erupted in another blast, adding my son wad to my Dad’s massive load. I fired off a couple more good shots in Theo’s bruised gape, then pulled out again. 

As before, I left a connective rope of seed between my ball sac and Theo’s cunt. I plunged hard into Jim, finishing my rut inside his manly, furry ass. Jim cursed and twisted his big muscles under me as I continued to plaster his guts with my college boy spunk.

My father stood above the tangle of our bodies, his full Dadcock still swinging heavy. As I emptied my balls inside the blonde Daddy, I reached up to steer Dad’s prick towards my mouth. I savored my father’s beercan piece, my tongue digging into his foreskin to get at the last bit of his cum. I caught taste the familiar, intoxicating flavor of paternal seed mixed with the musky slick of Theo’s hole. 

Jim and Theo slipped out from under me, the four of us heaving as we came down from our fuck high. Both the Frenchs were still full-bone hard and needing release, but curiously neither man seemed ready to make a move. Jim piped up, “That was fuckin’ hot, boys! Let me fire up the grill, so we can get steaks working in a bit. That’ll give us about a half hour, forty-five minutes. Trey, if there’s something else you might want to try while you’re still runnin’ the show, now’s the time to name it.” The elder French wagged his hard sonfucker at me playfully, and all of cracked into laughter at the light moment. 

As Jim hopped up to make his way to the grill, my thoughts began to race again. My prick was still raging hard and glazed sloppy wet with cum and French ass. These three studs–a real father and son couple, plus my own Dad!–were open, eager even, to letting me control the flow of our sex. What did I want next?

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Coming Soon…Chapter 15: Burden of Proof!

roughrawready:

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: @talesfromunderthemattress, @br0b8, @drakestories. 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)gmail(dot)com

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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.

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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 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 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, 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?”

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Coming Soon…Chapter 14: All In

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