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Subject: Anthem 22: Away Team Anthem Part 22: Away Team 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: @drakestories, @talesfromunderthemattress, and @nattysoltesz. 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)(dot)com _______________________________________ Previously: “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” I asked sarcastically. I ducked down and kissed along Dad’s nearest nipple, slurping up a white streak of saline jizz that nearly gleamed in the darkened hotel room. “I can guarantee I’m gonna fuck my way through damn near half the student body! I’m my father’s son, and that means I have the fuckin’ beast sex drive. And with the stress of school, I’m gonna need that release.” “But that don’t change anything, Dad,” I pressed. “Fuck, man, I just had a train pulled on my ass, and that only made me feel closer to you! Stickin’ my cock in some pussy, or gettin’ bred by some hunky college boy, don’t change the fact that I have a fuckin’ alpha stud boyfriend back at home. That I have a Daddy that I ain’t gonna let go.” My father was fighting back tears, and seeing that brought out the same sympathetic response in me. “Alright, Trey,” choked my father, “However you wanna play this, is how it’s gonna go. You call the shots, son. Always.” Dad wrapped an arm around me and pulled me tighter towards his chest. ______________________________________ Dad helped me haul the last boxes up to my dorm room. The summer heat had lasted well into fall, and lugging my stuff up four floors in the high humidity had both of us sweaty. Dad’s tee-shirt was clinging to his muscular torso, staining the heather grey darker at the pits. Towards the end of unpacking my father’s truck, I could smell the distinct scent of the man who made me. At one point, I stopped and swooned at the musk, my cum-splashed hole clenching. Earlier that morning, before we made the drive to school, Dad had bred my thick ass twice. I woke up to his big paternal cock sliding inside me from behind, my father’s rock solid arms wrapping around me as he held me in place and went into rut. Dad bit into my shoulder as he came inside my son cunt, his throat making a raw, deep animal sound as his seed glazed my chute. We got up and had coffee, and I sat on a towel in our kitchen so my fucked-out hole didn’t leak on the chair. “We need to get on the road by eleven,” said my father in a soft, hollow voice. Dad seemed ready to say more, but it felt as if he lacked the vocabulary. He stood naked and beautiful next to the kitchen sink, staring out of the window at his truck. I noticed the start of a thin silver streak along the left side of his beard. Dad turned his focus towards me, and his hard, masculine features softened. “Means we have a couple hours before we gotta head out,” he offered before taking another draw on his coffee. His meaty sonfucker began to flex and swell towards hardness, telegraphing his thoughts. He forced a sad smile, “Maybe head back to bed? Take a turn on your Old Man’s hole?” “Damn, Dad,” I teased, “Didn’t you get enough son dick in you last night?” The night before, Theo French and me took turns fucking my father for hours. I put five loads in Dad’s butch pussy, his hole greedily taking every drop we both had to offer. Dad looked back out into the front yard. “Never, son,” he dropped the smile, “I’ll never get enough of you, Trey.” I grabbed my father’s hand and led him back to bed and pumped another wad deep in his Daddy hole. Later, in the shower, I made out with my father. Our warring tongues lunged into the other’s mouths, and his strong hands seemed particularly insistent as they gripped me tight. Dad’s piece was steel-hard and pressed between our bodies, his hood peeled back to reveal a wet, purple head. I made the first move to drop to my knees, but my Dad had other ideas. He spun me around and pushed my chest into the shower wall. A firm shove and his sonfucker was abruptly balls deep in my cunt. My father punch-fucked me in brutal thrusts, smashing me against the wet tiles as though he were fucking his frustration into me. Dad said my name over and over again as he bred me, crying it like a prayer as he marked my college boy ass with his fatherly seed. Towards the end, it sounded choked as if Dad was crying. By the time he released me from his clutch against the wall, my father turned his face into the shower spray. The drive to school was quiet. We unpacked quickly after I signed in to obtain my room key. Standing in my new room, we stared at one another for a good while before Dad finally said, “So I ain’t sayin’ goodbye.” “You better not, Dad,” I agreed, “I’ll be home next weekend. It’s only three hours.” I could feel my nuts churn as I took in more of my father’s musk. He was the man I loved, and it made my chest ache to see him look so crestfallen. Dad reached up to scratch the back of his neck. His deep-set eyes seemed to wander everywhere but me. “Trey, you ain’t gotta knock yourself out to get home,” Dad said half-heartedly, “I’m serious. You should stay here this first weekend. Get the lay of the land, have some fun.” I stepped in closer to my father, resting my palms on his chest. His hands moved out of instinct, his fingers digging into the meat of my ass muscles. I flexed my glutes under Dad’s grip, and for the first time since we arrived to school my father looked me in the eye. “Trey, I–” “Dad, you’re my man,” I interrupted. I forced a smile this time. “You’re all things to me–my father gaziantep escort and my boyfriend. My being away for college ain’t changin’ that.” I moved in and pressed my lips against his. “I fuckin’ love you, Dad. In every way I know how.” I pushed my tongue against my father’s mouth, and he relented. We made out for a while, before Dad pulled away. Both of us were fully boned up, our near-matching cocks caged in shorts and briefs. “Get naked, son,” commanded my handsome father, already kicking off his sneakers. As he stripped, I quickly locked the door. Dad jumped onto the twin bed I selected, his thick legs splayed wide as he watched me turn. His massive paternal cock was already leaking clear threads onto his hard belly. I shed my clothes as fast as I could, muttering, “We gotta be quick.” I fell to my knees and swallowed my father’s prick down to his full, sweaty bush. His smell was almost enough to get me off–ripe and deep and bright. Unmistakably my father. Dad ran his fingers through my hair and groaned as he thrust upwards into my ravenous mouth. I pulled off his meat, then pushed his thighs up gently. Dad took the hint and lifted his muscular legs to reveal his hot alpha hole. I shoved my face into his manly trench with abandon, bathing his musky Dadcunt with my spit. Drilling into his ass with my tongue, Dad clawed at my bedding. I could feel my father’s hole relax against my mouth, and a salty-funky glob of my own seed spilled from where I had planted it this morning. I coaxed it into my mouth, then climbed atop Dad until our mouths met. I pushed the collected spunk into Dad’s open mouth, and he grunted his approval. As we made out, my raging cock found its prize between my father’s hairy ass cheeks. Dad’s pussy enveloped my prick hungrily and we both cried out into our kiss. I held fast onto his beefy pecs as I pounded his Daddy hole, rabbit fucking towards my release. Dad raised his arms above his head, and the sweet stink that erupted from the deep furrows of his pits brought my balls tight against my big Dadfucker shaft. Dad moved his right hand to the back of my neck, gently goading me towards his exposed left armpit. I dove in feverishly, rubbing my bearded jawline and lips against his ripe underarm like a man possessed. I could smell the hard work and sacrifice, the specific scent I immediately identified as paternal. Ripe and native, I slathered my tongue into Dad’s pit, doing my damnedest to get every fuckin’ molecule of the man’s filthy stink on my skin and into my mouth. As I worshipped my father’s sweat, I was erratically banging away at his perfect, milking ass. Dad’s cunt had opened fully to accept my most savage fuck, and his pit was wordlessly encouraging me to ram into him at full bore. The bed beneath us threatened to break, shivering under our bodies as I went for broke. “I’m gonna cunt you out, Dad,” I whispered, my face still full of hairy armpit. I could feel my balls screaming to blast. “Gonna mark that fuckin’ alpha Dadcunt, make sure other boys know that this pussy fuckin’ belongs to me.” “Always,” Dad grunted, his hand clamping my face down into his armpit fur. “That Daddy hole is always yours to cunt, baby boy. That big Dadfucker cock belongs in his Daddy’s hungry cunt. Show me, Trey,” he egged on, “Show your Old Man what kinda stud his Daddy seed made. How my son was strong enough, brave enough…man enough to claim his own father’s deep, butch pussy.” Everything around me was colliding into intensity. Dad’s deep voice. The implications of his words. The overwhelming stink of my father’s musky pit. The slide and friction of his impossibly sweet hole. The way my heart swelled at the very thought of him. “I’m gonna blow,” I warned as I felt the first spasm in my nuts. A powerful wad erupted from me, burying itself deep with the man who made me. I slammed hard into Dad and then locked my hips in place, my chest and thighs and ass flexing hard with each blast. I rode out my orgasm, emptying my balls of every drop deep up my Dad’s eager gut. I ripped my cock from Dad’s ass when the sensation became too much, and I dropped again between my father’s legs. Dad pawed the back of my head as I took his cock down my throat, his primal need taking over all reason. I jammed three fingers into Dad’s fucked-out chute as I continued milking his uncut sonfucker bone. Dad clamped his hands hard on my scalp as my throat opened to take him. “Fuck, Trey, gonna blast, baby boy,” he snarled through gnashed teeth. “Fuckin’ take my cum!” I never tasted his wad. Dad had planted his shaft down my throat and wasn’t about to let me pull off. I could feel his heavy bull balls pull up away from my chin, and then his thick piece expanded and throbbed as he shot rope after rope of Dadseed straight to my stomach. As he came down from his release, my father’s hands pulled away from my head. Coming off his big paternal prick with a dramatic slurp, I rocked back on my knees. “Damn, Trey, that–that was fuckin’ amazing,” said my father warmly. “I mean, it’s always–always–hot as fuck, but this was fuckin’ intense! You have the best fuckin’ dick, son.” I put out my hand for Dad to take, and pulled him up to his feet. “We need to get dressed,” I looked at the door worriedly, “My roommate might be here any minute.” We scrambled to get dressed, and I walked my Dad downstairs to his truck. As he got behind the wheel, Dad’s face grew harder. His knuckles tensed against the wheel as if the grip would stop him from crying. “Alright, Trey,” he offered stoically, “I’ll see you soon enough. Do us both proud while you’re here.” I rested my hand on my father’s shoulder, affirming, “I’ll be home next Friday evening. My last class of the week gets out at noon.” I nodded, then pulled my hand to my side. “See ya soon, Dad.” As Dad pulled out of the university parking lot, I felt a piece of me crumple and bruise. I stood in the lot for several suriyeli escort minutes after my father drove out of sight, then stumbled my way back to my dorm room. My room’s door was wide open as I returned. As I peeked in, I saw a handsome black kid with sharp brown eyes. He kept his head shaved, and his body was taut with lean, tensed muscle. His voice flowed like honey. “Hey man, you must be Aldine. I’m Sam. Sam Royer.” The young man had a thousand-watt smile of perfectly even teeth, and he raised his hand for me to shake. As I met his palm with mine, I felt a definite charge of…something. There was a spark, and I was suddenly wondering what Sam Royer looked like naked. We shook and released, but the unwavering eye contact continued. “Trey,” I said, shortly. As sexy as Sam might be, and as curious as I might be to get in his pants, I had just watched the man I love drive off. A part of me felt wounded, and sticking my dick into another guy wasn’t gonna fix that. I stepped past Sam and fell onto my bed. Sam breathed in deeply, looking around in concern. He arched a dark eyebrow, and for a moment Sam looked like he was searching for words. He finally chose: “It’s Day One, and it already smells like a locker room in here!” Sam Royer walked over to our window and propped it open. With his back to me, Sam’s ass was revealed a high, hard bubble that bloomed off of a narrow waist. From under his shorts, I noticed the thick, smooth muscles of his calves. Without turning around, he asked, “It smells like somebody fucked in here before we got in here!” I was suddenly aware of the way my beard was imprinted with my father’s sweat. How my breath still carried Dad’s fuck scum. How my dick was still slick with my Dad’s ass and my own jizz. The stink of our sex was undeniable, but I nevertheless shrugged when Sam turned to look my way. Sam’s skin was dark–the color of untouched coffee–and unblemished. He looked too young to be in college, let alone able to live in the junior dorms. He was boyish and handsome, but there was something about his quick eyes that seemed older and insightful. I would need to be careful with Sam. He was clever. “I don’t know,” I offered. “Maybe it’s in the carpet.” Sam flashed his Hollywood smile again. I got the impression that my new roommate knew more than he was letting on. “Sure,” he said in a less confident tone, “Must be the carpet. That’s kinda nasty, if you think about it.” Sam rifled through one of his bags for a minute while I did my best to stare into my phone. “I’m starving, Trey,” he stated, “I’m gonna head down to the food court. You wanna come with?” “I’m sorry, Sam,” I replied with a sigh, “I’ve had a long drive, and I’m wiped.” I was being genuine, and it clearly translated. I forced a faint smile and cocked my chin. “Let’s grab lunch tomorrow. I kinda need to veg for a bit.” The young black man grinned again. “Suit yourself, man,” He agreed. “Lunch tomorrow. I’m free at one.” “Sounds good, bro,” I said, meaning it. Sam slipped past our door and disappeared behind it. And so it went. Sam and me quickly fell into a friendship. He was from Nashville, majoring in Economics, an only child of a single mom. Smarter than damn near anyone I ever met, with a sharp sense of humor. Sam slept in boxer briefs, and it was hard for me to keep my eyes off of his hot ass and promising bulge. I had resolved to not make a move on my roommate, because I didn’t want things to get weird. Sam evaded all talk about sex and girls–“Are you really gonna be that guy?”, he asked dismissively. I got the vibe that Sam had some unresolved issues, and I was too busy missing my Old Man to get involved in that quagmire. Still, Sam Royer and me quickly grew pretty tight, and I liked having the guy around. Halfway through the semester, things took an interesting turn. I was up studying late for an exam early next morning. It was Thursday night, and I had a bag packed so I could take the train back home after I finished the exam. I was a bit keyed up, eager to get home and fall asleep inside my father’s strong arms. Sam burst into the room, swaying and drunk. His eyelids were heavy, and his face seemed softer and almost childlike. He offered a low chuckle from deep in his chest, “Trey!” he declared with exuberance. “Trey! Fuckin’ Aldine!” I looked up from my laptop, trying my best to be kind but insistent. “How’s it goin’, buddy?” I asked noncommittally. “I’m drunk as fuck, motherfucker!” he squinted comically as he slumped onto his bed, as he draped his elbows onto his knees. He sat there clumsily for a moment, before struggling to right himself and give me a sharp, serious look. His voice seemed nervous and ripe with clarity at the same time. “Or should I say ‘Daddy fucker’?” I froze, my body unwilling to move as my thoughts raced. What did Sam know? “Oh. Oh!” Sam laughed at the revelation. “For real? I kinda thought you might’ve been fuckin’ with me. But it’s true! You fuckin’ fucked with your Dad!” Sam slumped again, his stare nevertheless unflinching. I was searching for the words to ask how he knew, but Sam explained, “I heard you two fuckin’ in here that first day. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I dropped back to the RA’s office for a while. Caught you guys walkin’ out to your Daddy’s truck, put two and two together. I guessed we’d eventually figure out we’re both queer, but fuck me and my drunk ass!” Worry churned in my heart, and I still hunted for what best to say to contain my drunk roommate. “What do you want me to say?” I asked solemnly. I closed my laptop and slid it onto my desk. Sam grinned wide, then peeled off his tee shirt. His tight body seemed perpetually flexed, his abs so hard as to seem almost armored. “I ain’t been fucked since me and my ex-boyfriend split,” confessed Sam, his tone lusty. “I mean, that’s weeks! I need dicked down in the worst fuckin’ way.” Sam rus escort Royer dropped trou, exposing a clean white jockstrap that seemed to glow against his dark skin. The young man seemed very abruptly sober, as he stepped towards my bed. His bulge looked ridiculously large, barely half back in the confines of his mesh pouch. “If you’re half the stud you sounded like when you were fuckin’ your Dad, you can get it, Trey,” he offered. He turned to reveal his meaty backside, a pair of hard globes of muscle. “You ever fuck a black guy?” “Yeah,” I answered honestly. Or rather, they fucked me. The thought of the New Orleans gang bang made my cock throb in my briefs. I didn’t think it was important to clarify. “C’mon, Trey,” coaxed Sam as he ran his hands along his thick ass, “We’re cool. I don’t judge what you and your Dad have. Seriously. Shit, I never even met mine! If anything, bro, I’m fuckin’ jealous!” Signs of his previous drunkenness were rapidly evaporating, as Sam Royer reached back to trace fingers into his dark, hairy trench. “We’re both young guys with needs,” explains Sam matter-of-factory, “And my needs involve getting plowed. And I’ve caught you starin’ at my ass, Trey. No strings, bro. Just come get your nut!” My cock was brutally hard and twisted in my shorts. Sam Royer was a sexy man, and his ass made my mouth water at the thought of emptying my nuts. I reached out and cupped a hard cheek, and Sam’s skin flushed with goosebumps. “Fuck yeah, Trey. However you want it, bro, you can get it.” As if to punctuate the offer, Sam arched his back seductively and pushed his ass back into my hand. I rolled onto my feet, pushing Sam hard onto his bed. The young man spread his legs wide as he fell onto all fours, exposing a bright pink knot in the heart of his most tender place. I dropped to my knees and inhaled, taking in the unique tang of Sam’s ass. Sam shuddered as I lapped my flat tongue against his pucker, his cunt winking at the contact. I flicked against his trench, swallowing the clean, sweaty taste as I slow screwed into his hole. Sam slammed his face into the mattress, moaning loudly as air continued to feast. I jumped onto my feet, tugging off my shirt and then shucking my shorts and underwear. Sam pushed up and craned his neck back to meet my eye. He gave me a quick once over, then licked his full lips seductively. “Goddamn, bro, you’re fuckin’ sexy as fuck! Come get in this, bro!” Sam grabbed his left cheek and pried it wide. His hole was a quivering invite, and my aching cock was already glazed by my own pre-jizz. I slapped my hard prick against Sam’s deep crack, the heft of my big piece leaving a loud smack as it landed against his ass. A pearl of clear liquid bloomed from my cockhead, and Sam grunted into the mattress. “C’mon, bro, get inside me. You ain’t gotta worry about hurting me, Trey. My ass is fuckin’ prime pussy. Go hard as you need to knock me up.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I sank a couple inches into Sam’s sweet cunt, and we both moaned at the sensation. Sam pushed back against my bone, skewering his big ass back on my meat. “Fuckin’ fuck, Trey, that dick is big! Feels so fuckin’ good, bro!” I marveled at the tight grip that swallowed my prick. I rocked my hips, then pulled my hips back until my crown was just inside his rim. Without warning, I slammed in full bore, then repeated it over and again. Sam Royer wanted fucked out, and I had a fuckin’ alpha cock made to breed. I was my father’s son, and I planned on showing my roommate what it meant to be an Aldine man. I pounded Sam’s hot, deep cunt relentlessly, hard enough to rob my pussyboy of the ability to speak. Sam moaned as I went into full rut, but I could feel his muscular hole massaging my prick when I bottomed out in him. “You got a hot fuckin’ cunt, Sam,” I spat as I cored him out. “Gonna mark this pussy after I fuck that gape wide open. Blast my fuckin’ cum so deep in that hot cunt, it’s never gonna seep out!” Sam was riding back against my dick at every thrust, his huge ass muscles bouncing as he took my hardest. “That’s fuckin’ right, Trey! Bust that fuckin’ nut so fuckin’ deep I taste that shit! Mark that hot pussy, bro!” Our room grew sticky and tense, our bodies covered in sweat. I found my rhythm and hit the right stroke to bring myself off. The friction inside Sam’s tight, milking hole was triggering my release as I savaged his thick ass. “I’m there, bro,” I offered, just in case he had second thoughts of taking my seed up his cunt. I asked, “Where?” Sam shot me a quick look, almost of disbelief. “Are you kiddin’ me, Aldine?” he reached back to grab onto my thighs. “You’ll hurt my feelings if you pull out. Mark that fuckin’ cunt, bro. Go for broke!” It was all I needed to hear, and I groaned raggedly as my cock fired wad after wad into his fathomless pink chute. Sam rocked his ass against my pelvic bone, smashing into my sweaty bush as he tried to extract every drop of my cream. We remained locked together for a time, joined at cock and cunt as we regained our breath. As I was still reeling, Sam suddenly jumped and jerked my piece free of his gape. A thin trail of my fuck slime trickled out from Sam’s cunt, the contrast of his coffee-colored skin and my seed particularly bright. His eyes shot open wide, and he scrambled to cover his exposed, just-bred ass. “NEAL!” he cried, his voice tinged with panic. I turned, the moment feeling as if in slow motion. I became keenly aware of the presence of another person in our cramped dorm room. Looking towards the source of where Sam seemed to be freaking out, I took in a naked man roughly around our age. He was built solid, with pale skin stretched over an athletic build. A shock of bright copper hair and a youthful beard framed handsome, familiar features. At his center, the man rocked a huge dick with a ridiculously wicked girth. He was lazily stroking his massive bone as he lewdly stared at the both of us. Sam clearly recognized him as ‘Neal’. I remembered him as one of the many men who bred me in New Orleans. He was my old batting coach’s nephew. Rugby Guy. ____________________________________ Coming Soon…Anthem, Chapter 23: Completing the Circuit

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