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Subject: Anthem, Part 14 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. 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’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)(dot)com ______________________________ 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.” ______________________________ 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 gaziantep escort 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 suriyeli escort 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 rus escort 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? _______________________________________ Coming Soon…Chapter 15: Burden of Proof!

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