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Subject: Diaries of Justin the Stud 3 This is a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real life individuals is purely coincidental. All characters and their actions are 100% fictional, and not referential to any true events or persons. Your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. Please email me at ail Donate to Nifty to support this amazing resource and keep all this work possible. \\\ DIARIES OF JUSTIN THE STUD by Iacchus PART THREE: Family Traditions Hey, Justin here. Thanks for keeping up with my story. I know things have gotten pretty hot and heavy, but from here on out it only gets hotter! Man, I still get a big stiffy thinking about what happens next. So where was I? Oh right. “Oh my god,” Coach’s breath was ragged. “Oh my fucking god!” “Quiet,” Dad murmured. “There was a cop by the entrance earlier.” “Awww ahh-” A steady and fleshy thump-thump-thump echoed through the chilly night air as Coach fucked me hard from behind. We were standing up: I was leaning against a tree, my jeans halfway down to my knees. Above us, stars twinkled brilliantly against the black sky. In front of us, shrubs covered us from view of the main park lawn. “Oh shit,” Coach groaned huskily. “Oh yes, boy! Fuck, your hole feels so good…” He had his jacket on. It was the varsity one with the leather sleeves and in our school colors – blue and red – that he always wore to our travel baseball games. It smelled like old varnish, grass, and a little whiff of beer. Coach’s pants were around his ankles too, along with his boxers. His cock was buried so far up my tight, wet, ass chute that I could practically taste it in my throat, milky and meaty. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he spluttered. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back towards him, and I gave a soft little groan as he pulled at my brown locks and speared my smooth bubble butt. “Can I cum in him?” “Not a chance,” Dad shook his head firmly, his eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare.” “Fuck, but-” “Only his Daddy has the right to fill his pussy like that,” Dad snarled. “You pull out, or there’ll be trouble. You understand?” “Alright,” Coach gasped. “Yes, alright…” He was tense, I could feel it, trembling and jolting as his orgasm built up. His fuck thrusts were shorter but harder; his cockhead edging itself on my youthful pink sphincter. “Awwwww, fuck-” I whimpered as Coach wrenched his steely dick out of me, wet and hot. His penis came out with a slimy slurp and a pop, and I whimpered again as I felt the cold night air take the place of his hot cock in my gaping hole. “Stay still, Justin. Stay still, kiddo,” he panted. He was jerking himself off, finishing behind me. “I can cum on his ass?” “Fine. That’s allowed.” “Oh fuck, here it comes! Oh my god! Aww, Justin!” A hot shot of liquid splattered on the smooth bare skin of my buttcheeks as Coach unloaded the contents of his heavy big balls. He was still pulling my hair, like a man reigning in a young horse. His loud moans filled the frigid night; Dad glanced around to make sure we were still alone in the park as Coach yelped and whined, his cum still pouring out on to my perky butt. “Ohhh…” I cried, and feeling the warm milky bath of fresh semen on me, I came too. The feeling of a man’s splooge running down my pussy was like a trigger, and my teenage cock bucked and trembled, untouched, as it spurted a nice wad of adolescent sperm on to the ground beneath me. Coach and I stood there, hunched over in the park, climaxing together, him spasming on top of me as I struggled to keep my lusty moans quiet. Panting, we slumped together, softening, a cold breeze rustling the trees. “Oh, Justin, oh you beautiful boy,” he breathed into my neck. “I love you, Justin-” “You’ve had your fill,” Dad cut him off bruskly. “That’s enough.” Coach let go of my hair and I dropped to the ground, dazed. He cleared his throat, “How much, again?” “Let’s see,” Dad checked his phone. “That was fifteen minutes, so let’s say two hundred.” I heard Coach huff, “Two hundred for fifteen minutes!? No way. No, you’re out of your-” There was a scuffle and a little shout, followed by a heavy fall. From the ground, I quickly looked up and around behind me. Coach was in the dirt now too, Dad towering over him. My god of a father had his boot on Coach’s torso, pinning him down. “Listen you shit,” Dad snarled, his teeth flashing. “You fuck my property, you pay my prices. And I don’t want to hear anything about it.” “Okay,” Coach said, putting his hands up. He was a big man, a strong man, with engorged muscles that showed even through his bulky jacket. But my Daddy was bigger – much bigger – and a good handful of inches taller. “Okay.” Slowly, Dad lifted his boot, and Coach scrambled up, fishing in his jeans pocket for a wad of cash. He quickly counted out two hundred and handed it to Dad, who knew he didn’t need to bother checking it. He’d scared honesty into his customer. “C’mere, Justin,” Dad said, pocketing the money. I scrambled up, wrenching my jeans over my ass and cock. Coach’s cum was cold on my buttcheeks, and I wondered if it’d freeze. I darted over to Dad, nuzzling myself into him like a small animal. “You can fuck off now,” Dad growled. “Can I kiss him? I… I wanna kiss him.” “Fuck. Off.” Dad repeated slowly, scowling deeper and meaner. “He’s a toy for you, nothing more. He’s my boy. You’re lucky you get to even look at him, after what you did.” “I…” Coach trailed off, frowning at the ground. “Well, when can I see him again?” “I don’t know,” Dad was already looking towards the park entrance; his parked car was just out of sight around the corner. “I’ll let you know.” Without waiting for Coach’s stammered response, Dad nudged me forward and we trooped away, his hand firmly on my shoulder. “D-Daddy,” I stammered as we got back into his Mercedes. “Daddy… I don’t like doing this. I don’t wanna do it any more.” “I don’t wanna hear it, son,” Dad said, starting the engine. His breath spiraled in the dank cold air. “You behave like a whore, you’ll be a whore, understand?” “But-” “No! No `buts’. There’s consequences, Justin, when you misbehave. As a father I need to teach you that.” I knew better than to talk back, so I closed my mouth and sank further into the front seat. We drove away from the park, the dark trees swaying again in the wind. Coach was gone; he’d either left on the other side or was still stewing in the shrubs. Dad was grimacing, his big brows furrowed, and he gripped the wheel hard. It had been five weeks since my rough encounter with Coach and Mr. Reed in the school gym bathroom. It felt like yesterday; flashes of the brutal raping they’d put me through kept flashing in my mind. The way they’d bred me. The way they’d filled me up with hot white cum, sticky and tangy. The way they’d punished me for doing nothing other than being a smooth piece of hot teenage boy meat. It was enough to make sick, and yet… I scowled as my cock twitched in my jeans, arousal simmering inside me. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe I was just a big ol’ whore. I’d told Dad as soon as he’d gotten home from work. I couldn’t keep it in me, the guilt of having sex with anyone other than him. I’d gotten raped at school, but it was nothing compared to the punishment my angry father had doled out that night. His cock had been so deep inside me, so furiously and ruthlessly drilled into me, that the next day I couldn’t even stand up. Pimping me out to Coach was the final part of my punishment. Dad knew as long as I was around him, Coach was gonna try as hard as he could to get his hands on me. At the very least, this was a way to control the situation. To establish Dad’s dominance in the ownership of his son’s prized fuckhole. “Your homework done?” Dad asked as he drove past the park, and I snapped out of my reverie. “Yes, sir.” “Good. I think we’ll do one more week of probation.” He meant how I was grounded. No car, no hanging with friends, a strict curfew. “Sounds fair, sir.” We rounded on to our block, the neat houses lit up from the inside, some lingering Christmas decorations still up on the lawns. The car pulled up to our house, the nicest one on the street, and I trooped out, walking up the driveway obediently, Dad behind me, his hand on my shoulder. Mom was sitting on the couch as we entered through the front door. A single lamp illuminated the living room, making it look spooky and grim. She looked like she’d been crying, though Mom looked like that a lot these days. “Oh,” she looked up at us. “Where were you two?” “Nowhere,” Dad said without looking at her. “Running an errand.” “Justin?” Mom peered at me and I reluctantly met her gaze. “Justin, are you hungry? I could make-” “He’s fine,” Dad cut in. He was agitated. He pressed on my back, signaling me to keep moving into the house. “Don’t disturb us upstairs. I have some things I need to discuss with our son.” “Oh, alright then…” I trooped upstairs, Dad right behind me, and we went into my room. He shut the door immediately. He towered over me, glaring. I naturally shrank back, nervous he was gonna hit me or something. But then I looked into his eyes, and though they were burning, it wasn’t with anger, but with lust. His body was hot like it was on fire, and he was boring hungry eyes into my body. We rushed together, and instantly my face found Dad’s mountainous pecs. I nuzzled into his strong, massive chest and took a deep breath in. He smelled like home, like sweat and his whiskey-scented aftershave and those ultra male pheromones I’d become so familiar with. “You need more, I can tell,” Dad growled, and he took my jaw in his hands, squeezing my face and making me whimper with pain. “I know when my little baby needs more.” “M-more what?” “More sex,” he spat. He let me go and tore my clothes off, first my jacket and then my shirt and jeans. He spun me around and pushed me on to the bed, face down ass up. “It’s not enough,” Dad gnashed his teeth, now removing his own clothes. “Not enough for you to just get fucked. I know, baby. You need cum. Daddy’s cum. Daddy’s cum shooting nice and hot up that tight little pussy.” “Fuuuuck,” I moaned, and I arched my back for him and brought my hands together like they were cuffed, pointing my bubbly plump muscle ass in the direction of his face, offering it to him. He took it, and with his hands on my hips he plunged his gruff face in between my cheeks, making me squirm in ecstasy as he explored every inch of my boyish cavern with his wet girthy tongue. I howled with pleasure as Dad ate me out, not caring that Mom would almost certainly hear from downstairs. Drool started to pour from my open lips as Dad shoved his tongue all over my warm, smooth cheeks, tasting my ripe teen boy musk and all my sweet flavors. Dad wasn’t in the mood for foreplay, though. Quickly, he replaced his face with his dick – all ten inches of it – and I felt the familiar immense pressure as he started to enter me. “Daddy!” I cried, gripping at the sheets. “Daddy, fuck me!” “Yeah, baby?” “Rape me, please, Papa!” “You hungry for a good raping, baby? You want Papa’s milk?” “Yes, sir!” “Where, son?” “Breed me! Make me pregnant, Daddy! Please, fuck me!” “God, you’re insatiable!” he slapped me, pushing my head deeper into the bed, choking me. “I’ll give it to you, son. I’ll give it to you like only your own father can!” Pre-cum was pouring from my dick, literally gushing like a leaky faucet. I needed him. I’d never done hard drugs, but I imagined it was like Dad’s touch. The sex with Coach in the park was one thing, and sure I’d came. But this was love to me. This was lovemaking. My Daddy was the only one who could make me feel that way, full of desire and like stars were shooting out of every pore in my body. “You are… god, you’re perfect,” he breathed, leaning over me and exhaling on to my taut back. His cock was slowly slipping into my wet hole, taking its time. “Do you love my pussy, Daddy?” I said, my voice several octaves higher than usual, vulnerable and wispy. “Yes, son,” he laughed low and softly, slipping his fingers through my soft brown hair. “It’s like your pussy was made for me, Justin. Made perfect for your Daddy’s cock.” “It sure feels like it,” I moaned, and my eyes jammed shut as I felt his hot manhood reach all the way up inside of me; his pubes were against my buttcheeks and his throbbing mushroom head was tickling my guts. I was so horny and riled up, and I made to ride against him, thrusting my body back, twerking on his dick, but Dad put a hand on my back, making me be still. “Let’s stay like this,” he continued to stroke my hair. “Me, all the way inside of you. Take a deep breath, Justin, yes, that’s it. Do you feel me in you, baby? Can you feel Papa’s cock?” “Oh yes, oh fuck yes…” “Ahhhh,” he shivered, his gigantic body quaking up against me, electricity running from his spine and through his hard dick into my ass and through my nerves. “I could cum just like this.” I didn’t want that, though. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. I bucked against Dad, pushing against his hand on my back and gyrating my plump muscle ass on his cock so that I was riding it, fucking myself with it. “Ahaa,” he grinned. “But that’s not enough for you, is it, son? You want Daddy to rape you, don’t you?” “Yes, Papa!” “You wanna be naughty,” he moved his hand from my back and raised it to my neck, gripping hard and making me sputter greedily. “You’re such a good little whore.” I moaned long and loud, drool pooling at my lips, “Awwww!!!” “You’re a whore,” Dad said steadily. He was pumping in and out of me now, fucking me with gusto. “Say it, Justin.” “I’m a whore!” I cried, and my teenage cock bounced up and down, hard as steel and begging to release. “I’m a big whore!” “That’s right,” Dad snarled. “You took a pounding already today and look, you’re still not satisfied. You are a cock whore. I see it in you, boy; you’re addicted to getting fucked!” “Yes!” I screamed, bouncing back on his rock hard meat in perfect tandem with his fuck thrusts. “I need cock, Daddy! I am addicted to cock!” “God,” Dad shook his head, sweat building up on his strong brow as he ravaged my boy cunt. “I can’t believe my own son would turn out to be such a filthy slut like this. No, Justin, don’t worry. It’s a good thing. I’m proud of you, boy. All I’ve ever wanted was a son like you, and I have you. A perfect boy slut. My perfect whore boy. Your Daddy couldn’t be prouder.” He came as he talked, not pausing or acknowledging it all, but I felt it: the geyser of hot white seed as it was unleashed from his piss slit and up my boyish smooth pink cavern. It roared through me, like river rapids. He was still talking. Talking about how proud he was of me while he continued to drill me with his ten inch fuck stick. “Dad! Daddy, you’re cumming!” I gripped the sheets as my own smooth cock started to buck and writhe. He chuckled, still fucking me, “I know, son. I know. Does it feel good?” “Oh, YES!” With a yelp, I came too, unloading my second orgasm of the day on to my white sheets. My vision went blurry again and every vein in my body felt like there was fireworks in my blood. But Dad still continued to fuck me. He continued his assault on my tight wet hole, holding my hips and going in and out, in and out. “D-Daddy?” “I’ve got another load in me,” he grinned wickedly. “I feel it my balls, son, Daddy’s bull balls. And since you’re such a little whore, I’m gonna keep using you `till I’m satisfied.” “Ahhh-” I moaned, briefly putting up slight resistance (my asshole was starting to feel that all-too-familiar dull pain of overuse), but I was his, and he pushed me down and raped me hard. We fucked and fucked. The minute hand on the clock next to my bed flew by, and then the hour hand was gone too. Dad fucked me and came in me again. Then again. Then again. I was crying, tired and in pain, but still – somehow – so unbelievably horny that all I could do was sob and take it as he speared me over and over and over again with his monster organ, his steely rod of flesh. At some point I wondered why Mom hadn’t come up, why she hadn’t at least come to my bedroom door to check on us, but that thought was wiped away as I felt a new wave of thick, warm semen pour into me. The sun was starting to peak it head over the horizon when Dad finally finished with me. I felt pregnant. He’d shot at least six loads into me, and by the seventh my ass was so full of his seed that it had nowhere to go, but just leaked out of me, staining my sheets and creating a heavy pool of cum. I felt full and milky. I nursed on his swollen pecs as he slept, lavishing my sweet tongue on his large hard dark nipples. His cock, spent from all the fucking, still responded to my sucking on his tits, and in my left palm I held his erection under the covers, caressing the mighty big dick that had pumped gallons of splooge into my boyhole. I laid there with Dad for an hour or so. He snored real loud, which made me smile, my mouth still on his musky chest. I loved lying there with him. His baritone sleep sounds filled the room and he was warm and sweaty. I tried to fall asleep but couldn’t; the sun was on its way up to its full morning height and something about our sex just made istanbul travesti me feel alive. But I was thirsty, real thirsty, so I slipped out from under Dad’s arms and made my way downstairs. I rounded the corner into the dining room, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Mom was sitting at the dining table. She looked exhausted. Her skin was pale, her hair a real mess. She slowly turned her head and looked at me, and I almost gasped when I saw how sad her eyes looked, red and puffy and pathetic. Mom always looked real good. She did her hair and makeup every morning and looked like someone out of a fifties cartoon, a real perfect housewife. But not right then. She looked like she’d been through war. “Justin!” her lips almost smiled as she saw me. “Justin, honey, are you…” “Mom, what are you doing here? It’s… it’s real early, Mom. Did you sleep last night?” She ignored my questions. “Are you alright, Justin? Are you… are you okay?” “I-” “I’m worried, Justin. I’m supposed to take care of you, but I feel like I’m losing you, like something terrible is happening.” “W-what are you talking about, Mom? I’m fine! I… I dunno why…,” I felt heat rise to my face and my cheeks turn red, shame starting to bury into my guts. “Something’s been off for months now. For months, Justin. You and your father… you’re… you’re spending all time together, being secretive.” “No, I can explain, Mom,” I pleaded. “Listen, you’re all tired. You’re being… you’re confused. “I’m-” “If you would just go to bed, you’ll feel better.” She looked as if she was going to protest, but exhaustion rolled over her, and she slowly nodded and got up. “Yes,” she said weakly. “Yes, okay. I think I will.” Slowly, she drifted out of the room and up the stairs, and I sighed in relief as I heard her bedroom door softly close. “I’m worried about Mom,” I told Dad later that morning as we ate breakfast together. It was Saturday, and I’d cooked us some eggs and toast. “She’s not sleeping. She looks sick!” “Don’t worry about your mother,” Dad said, looking out the window as he took a big swig of coffee from his mug. “But, Dad!” I said stubbornly. “I… I feel bad! I don’t want her to… I don’t want her to be like this.” “Justin,” he said sternly. “You leave worrying about your mother to me.” He was being curt, but our all-night fuckfest had calmed him down and brought him out of the previous day’s sour mood. Good sex always seemed to do that to him. I decided it was best not to push it, and by noon Dad was positively cheerful. He gave me kisses and, for the first time since the incident with Coach, he seemed at ease and less paranoid about what I was up to. He even let me take my bike out and ride it around town that afternoon, a nice break from the confines of being trapped in the house, grounded. I made sure to get back before sundown, and to my surprise, Mom and Dad were sitting together at the dining room table. I dunno what Dad had said, but he’d clearly said the right things. Mom was smiling and some color had returned to her face. “Your father had a wonderful idea,” she said as we ate dinner. “He thought we might go up to your Uncle Gus’s cabin next weekend.” “Oh?” I said, raising an eyebrow at Dad. “Yes,” he nodded. “I thought we could all use a little family time together. I don’t have to work, and I think your mother could use the fresh air.” I smiled, glad he’d actually been listening to me at breakfast. I also marveled at how charming Dad could be. He really could smooth over any situation. “I’m excited!” Mom beamed. I was relieved to see her not so depressed. “You two… Well, it’ll be good to spend quality time, all three of us.” The following Friday, I skipped school and we all got ready to drive up to Uncle Gus’s cabin in the mountains. Gus was one of Dad’s younger brothers. I used to see him every Christmas, him and his wife and young daughter, but in the last seven years or so they’d started going to the West Coast to see his wife, Aunt Emma’s, family. We occasionally used his cabin when Uncle Gus wasn’t there himself. It was beautiful; he’d built it himself. He was an outdoors kind of guy. That was the main difference between him and Dad, who was more buttoned up, in charge, rich, and professional. I had cool memories of running around the woods with Uncle Gus, collecting frogs in the summer and making snowmen in the winter. “This is going to be great,” Mom said. Her good mood was persisting. The car ride up was four-ish hours. We left early in the morning; Dad and I hauled the weekend bags down the stairs and out to the car. “Justin,” he nodded. “You’re in the front with me.” “Oh, but-” “It’s fine,” Mom said, locking the front door on her way out. “I’m just going to go to sleep anyways.” “Well, alright,” I said, and I climbed into the front seat next to Dad and off we went. The roads were mostly empty, and it was a beautiful drive. The warm car felt nice and cozy, and for the moment we felt like a normal family. The radio went in and out as we drove further north and farther from the suburbs and towns; the road started sloping upwards and soon we were surrounded by big trees instead of gas stations and houses. “This’ll be good,” Dad said about two hours in. We’d been silent since we’d left. Mom was snoozing in the back, her head against the cold window, her mouth slightly open. “Yeah, Dad. It will.” “We can go hiking. Your Mom loves hiking.” “Mmhm,” I said, staring out the windows at the passing cars and trees. “Gus’ll be there,” Dad said, glancing at me from the corners of his eyes. “Oh,” I shrugged. “That’s cool. I haven’t seen Uncle Gus in years.” “No,” he looked back at the road. “No, you haven’t.” The road started to wind and twist as we drove further into the mountains. Snow was on the ground and on the tall pine trees. I snuggled further into the warm leather seat. “You comfortable?” Dad asked. “Yeah, I’m good.” “Heat up? Heat down?” “No, Dad, I’m good,” I gave him a big grin. “Really.” “Okay,” he said, shifting in his seat. I looked over at him. He looked distracted, which was weird for him. His hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, and his eyes kept darting between the road and the rearview mirror. “You okay, Dad?” He turned his head to face me, “Yeah, son. I’m fine.” “You sure?” He looked at the rearview mirror again and back to me. “Your mother’s fast asleep.” “Yep,” I said, looking back at her. She’d slumped further into her seat and her mouth was wide open now. She looked kinda ridiculous, fast asleep like that. “Well then,” Dad said. He reached over and put his big warm hand on my leg. “Why don’t you pleasure me a little bit, son? Make your Daddy feel good while he drives?” “Dad!” “Watch it now, boy.” “S-sorry… Daddy.” “C’mon, boy. Undo my pants for me. Suck on me for a bit. Daddy’s horny, baby.” His eyes had that look. The horny look. In an attempt to respect Mom we hadn’t fucked in a week, and I could feel his lust for me burning hot. “Y-you’re horny?” “I need to cum, son.” “Haven’t you and mom…” “Fuck no,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “No, son. No, the only thing I fuck now is that hot tight boycunt of yours.” I furtively looked back at her, sleeping in the back seat. Despite myself, I felt a wave of pride wash over me. I liked that Dad only wanted me, and not Mom any more. My cock was stirring in my pants, straining as I got a quick erection. “Daddy, it’s too risky,” I nervously whispered. “I… I think we’re gonna get caught.” He squeezed my leg, and electricity jolted straight to my teen boner and around to my asshole. “Don’t be scared, baby. She’s fast asleep.” “W-what do you want me to do?” “Unzip my pants, son.” I couldn’t resist. I was so in love with him and he wanted me. Slowly I reached over and fumbled with Dad’s fly. His crotch was warm and moist, and the denim of his jeans were straining hard to contain his rapidly rising monster. I undid the zipper and gasped a little when I saw that he was going commando. His cock was trapped within the confines of his pants, raging to be free and find relief. “Now the button, Justin. Keep going.” I clumsily undid his jeans button and his cock swung out like a battering ram. Already at its ten-inch length, it was like Dad had a third arm in between his legs. It was too bulky and heavy to rise straight up, so it swung there lewdly, almost long enough to touch the steering wheel. “Now lean over,” Dad whispered. “Lean over and give it a kiss.” Slowly and as quietly as I could, I leaned over sideways. I licked my lips to wet them and then put them around Dad’s bulbous cockhead and smooched it nice and wet. “Awwwww,” he moaned. “Awww, baby, that’s a good boy. Do it again.” I kissed Dad’s veiny shaft, making out with it as he drove. It was like a lover to me, a person almost. Dad’s penis, so big and strong and hot! I kissed it again and again, eventually using my tongue and running it around his piss slit where a generous glob of precum was starting to sprout like a raindrop. “Fuck, son,” Dad shifted in the driver’s seat and cleared his throat. “Fuck. Suck on it now, Justin. Nice and slow.” I opened my jaw up wider and took Dad’s monster all the way into my mouth and down my throat. It was way too big to completely swallow, and I was careful not to make myself choke so I wouldn’t cough and wake up Mom. “That’s it, Justin.” Trails of slobber ran down Dad’s shaft as I went up and down, making love to his veiny horse cock with my sweet mouth. My own boner was raging hard enough to bust. Mom’s soft feminine snores mingled with the sloppy sounds of sucking dick and the gentle hum of the car engine, which for some sick reason only made me harder. Dad’s breath was ragged, his entire body hot like the vents blasting warm air around us. His eyes were flitting in between the road and my bent over body. My shirt had ridden up and my jeans sagged, and he could see the top of my ass crack. I, too, had skipped putting on underwear. He reached over, keeping his left hand on the wheel, and pushed it under the waistband of my Levis. Warm and muscular, I felt his finger worm its way in between my soft hairless buttcheeks. It searched feverishly for my prize, my asshole, and I could hardly stifle a moan as I continued to suck Dad’s dick feverishly. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” he grunted. “I wanna pull this car over and fuck you on the side of the road.” I replied by humming on his cock, and it jolted from the buzzing sensation as my lips and tongue continued their ride up and down, up and down. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Dad looked back to make sure his wife was still asleep. “You’d like that, you slut? For your Daddy to fuck you on the highway? For everyone to see?” “Ohhhh, yes, Daddy!” I groaned needily. “Fuckkkk…” “I got half a mind to do it. Fuck you up against this car. Right in front of your mother.” My mind was completely gone. I was so caught up in this perverted lust that I was game. Dad’s finger was probing me, pressing against my hole and making me feel like I could explode. I resumed my sucking, gobbling up however much of his monstrous meat I could manage to fit into my hungry throat. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. My boycock was trembling, starting to buck and sway… “Your hole feels so nice, Justin,” Dad’s gravelly voice was hoarse from lust. “I feel it. It needs Daddy’s big boner in it. It needs a good breeding.” “Ahh, Dad…” “A nice load of your father’s cum fucked into you, boy, so nice and wet and hot. God, my perfect slut, keep sucking. Suck on Daddy while he fingers you-” I couldn’t help it any longer. I let out a gasp, Dad’s girthy penis wedged halfway down my gullet, and I felt my smooth dick gush as Dad’s words did the trick and made me orgasm. Still fully dressed, a dark wet spot formed and the excess of my teen boy load started to leak through the fabric. “Did you cum?” Dad flashed a lusty smile. “Couldn’t hold it, could you? Little slut.” “Aw, Dad!” I trembled as my orgasm showed no signs of letting up. To keep myself quiet I plunged my gaping mouth back on to his cock, sucking even harder. “Fuck… fuck, boy, it’s my turn!” A white hot jet of splooge erupted into my throat as Dad came. I ways always shocked by the size of his load. A tsunami of yummy funky man cream tore down my esophagus as he gasped and spluttered in rabid pleasure. His orgasm rocked through him, too intense to control, and he jerked about. His hands spasmed on the steering wheel, and the car swerved hard to the left, right as a car whizzed by. We narrowly missed it, and the other driver angrily pressed on his horn, honking loud as he disappeared behind us. “Wha-” Mom blinked awake from the rocking vehicle and the noise. “What’s going on?” I quickly bolted up right in my sight, my mouth still bulging from the hot load Dad had just unloaded into my mouth. His cock was still writhing out in the open. “N-nothing,” Dad grunted, composing himself. “A deer ran into the road, that’s all.” “I… I thought… Justin, are you okay?” “Mmphhh!” I quickly swallowed the lake of warm tangy semen I was holding in my cheeks. It went down like delicious glue, coating my throat with Dad’s musky seed. “Justin?” “Yeah, Mom! All good.” The car went quiet and Mom settled back down in the back seat, still looking suspicious, but slowly her eyes started to close again. The snowy roads winded up from under us, and Dad accelerated faster, climbing the mountain highway towards the cabin. I looked furtively at his face, and then down at his crotch, where his cock was still out from his pants, his erection fading. He caught my eye and winked, and quickly with one hand tucked his manhood back inside his fly and zipped himself up. I looked down at my own crotch. A huge dark spot stained the front of my jeans; dry cum from the excess that had leaked out ran down on to the seat. I picked up my coat from next to my feet and tried wiping some of it up, hoping the spot would lessen by the time we got to the cabin. “Did you swallow?” Dad whispered. “Yes, papa.” “Good boy.” And hour later the trees got even thicker and the air thinned out in the high altitude. Dad turned into a semi hidden dirt road and for fifteen minutes we drove through what looked like wilderness. The snow was thick and even the heater couldn’t keep up with the cold. I shivered and put my coat on; Mom’s teeth were chattering in the back. A house rose up in the distance. Uncle Gus’s cabin. It was a log house, not shabby but nothing too fancy, one floor and without electricity. On the wide front porch, Uncle Gus stood there waiting for us, a hefty arm raised in welcome. Dad drove right to front before parking. “Well here we are.” We filed out of the car. The house was in a large snowy clearing, in the spring it would be a large grassy field. It hadn’t changed a bit since the last time we’d visited. “Welcome!” Uncle Gus yelled happily. “Welcome welcome!” We got the bags out from the back and carried them up the porch. Dad gave his little brother a big bear hug. They laughed and hollered, their voices ringing through the pine trees. “You’re looking old!” Gus teased. “But still the better looking one,” Dad nudged him in the ribs. “Right, Justin?” “I…” “Hoooooly,” Gus whistled. “Is this Justin? Baby Justin?” “Hey, Uncle Gus!” “Justin! You’ve grown up, boy! Last time I saw you, you were up to here!” he leveled his hand up to his waist. “It’s been what, seven years?” Mom asked, opening the front door and bringing in her stuff. “Is that right, Gus?” “I guess so,” he scratched his head. “Been too long, boy, you’ve… you’ve certainly changed.” Uncle Gus was staring at me, and I awkwardly stood there, holding my hands behind my back. Gus had aged a little bit, but it suited him. He was shorter than Dad, maybe six feet to Dad’s six-three, and had a rounder belly and a lot more hair, which was lighter, the color of caramel mixed with dark gray. But the family resemblance was clear. He had the standard Richardson face: those narrow eyes, thick lips, big strong nose, and bushy eyebrows. Handsome and classic. “Gus,” Dad said. “Get us inside, you lug. It’s freezing out here.” “Yessir,” Gus said, and with a wink he patted my head with his gloved hand and picked up my bag and carried it into the house. “Big brother, you and the wife are in the second bedroom,” he motioned to the end of a short dark hallway. “Kiddo, you’re sharing with me.” “Oh, Uncle Gus,” I said. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. I don’t wanna put you out like that.” “Nonsense,” he shook his head. “Besides, it gets so cold here that I could use the extra body heat.” We unpacked our bags and changed into our sweats, pulling big blankets around us as Gus tended to the fireplace in the main room, the sole source of heat. “Gus, mind if I take a shower?” Mom asked. “I remember it being rustic, but I also remember there still being plumbing.” “Sure thing,” he pointed to a door next to his bedroom. “Bathroom’s there. You’ll find towels in the dresser next to the sink.” Mom drifted off, and Dad and his brother plopped down on a big leather sofa in front of the fire. I settled on a comfy worn armchair next to them, wrapping a second blanket kadıköy travesti around my shoulders. The fire was a bright sunset color, and it cast big shadows over the homey living room as the sun started to dip beneath the horizon. “So, Justin,” Gus said to me. “Tell me what’s new. You a good student? Star athlete?” “Well,” I said, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. “I dunno about a good student, but I do alright on the baseball team!” He chuckled, “Us Richardson men aren’t known for our good grades. Brawn over brains, that’s what your grandpa used to say to us.” I blushed, “That’s what Dad says to me, too.” “Jeez, I remember your grades were so bad,” Uncle Gus ribbed Dad, “that Pop used to take you behind the house and spank you after you’d bring him your report card.” “You’re exaggerating,” Dad elbowed him in the belly. “Besides, who needs that crap, anyways? I did alright for myself despite not having straight A’s.” “You sure have,” Gus conceded. “Hey, thanks for that vacation package you sent me and the missus for her birthday! Didn’t get a chance to write a thank you. She sure loved it.” “Of course,” Dad nodded. “Glad it worked out. What’s mine is yours little brother, I always tell you that.” “Well then I’m a rich man,” he winked at me. “I know Justin’ll follow right in my footsteps,” Dad said, nodding in my direction. “He’s a killer on the baseball field. Good athletic instincts as a boy are the best sign of a future successful man.” “Baseball,” Uncle Gus said, scratching his beard. “Great sport, huh? We both played, your Dad and I, though I’m sure you know that already. Great exercise.” “Sure is,” I grinned. Gus was in a flannel shirt now and I couldn’t help notice the bulge of his swollen pecs, visible even through the thick fabric. “Great for the muscles. Especially those glutes,” Uncle Gus winked at me again. “You got good glutes, Justin?” I blushed even harder, unsure what to say. “I… I guess? I get complimented on my butt a lot.” Dad laughed, “`You guess’? Get up, boy.” I did as Dad said and stood up. “Now turn around. Show your Uncle that muscle ass of yours.” Feeling awkward I slowly turned around so my Uncle could see my backside in my jeans. “What did I tell ya?” “Wow,” Uncle Gus whistled. “Well, he sure is a Richardson! Look at that big ol’ ass.” “Bigger than yours, even, I’d say,” Dad said, clapping him on the shoulder. “From what I can remember.” “No doubt about it. Hell, he looks more like you now, don’t he?” “I dunno,” Dad said, peering at my face. “I think he looks more like his mother.” “Well he’s pretty, alright. Unlike you.” “Hey now.” “And those big lips! That’s from his mama, alright. Dick sucking’ lips. And no hair on you, is there, kid? Pretty boys never have hair on `em.” “No,” I shook my head, blushing harder as he called me pretty. “Though I wish I could be hairy and manly like you and Dad, Uncle Gus.” “Well we always want what we don’t have.” “I dunno about that,” Dad chuckled. “I’ve never wanted a smaller dick!” “Well I guess a big cock is the exception,” Uncle Gus laughed back. “And us Richardson men have never had a problem in that department.” “Justin takes after me there,” Dad winked at me. “Nice piece he’s got on him.” “Oho, does he?” Uncle Gus gave me a searching look. “You got a big cock like your Daddy, kid?” “I… I dunno…” “He does,” Dad teased. “A nice big ol’ cock.” “And how would you know?” Uncle Gus smirked at Dad. The bathroom door down the hall opened and closed; Mom was done with her shower. We fell silent, my dad and his brother smiling mischievously at each other. She shortly joined us in a fresh sweater and leggings. “Thanks, Gus!” Mom smiled. “That’s just what I needed. What are you guys talking about?” “Nothing, nothing. Just your usual guy talk,” Uncle Gus said, shooting me a wicked look. He got up and clapped his hands, “Say, who’s hungry?” “Oh, I’m starving!” The rest of the night was nice and relaxing. We had dinner together around the wide wooden table, a roast chicken with potatoes and a fresh salad with veggies Uncle Gus grew in a greenhouse in the back. He and Dad had a few cups of bourbon, and even let me try a taste while Mom pursed her lips. “Well, I guess we’re on a little vacation,” she sighed. “But don’t you get any ideas about drinking, Justin.” It was dark in the cabin, the only light coming from some kerosene lights and the crackling fireplace, and a hazy sleepiness hovered in the air. I cleared the plates and did the dishes while the adults talked, Mom asking about Gus’s wife and their daughter. “She wishes she could be here,” he said. “But truth be told she’s not too fond of coming up here in the winter. Bit too cold for her feminine sensibilities.” “Well tell her we miss her,” Mom said. “Perhaps we could come visit in the Spring. It’s been years since we came down to see you all in Ohio.” “That’d be great. It’s a plan.” Mom stretched in her chair and stifled a yawn behind her hand. “Hey, I saw that,” Uncle Gus laughed. “Looks like it’s bedtime.” “I don’t know what’s come over me,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s not even that late. What is it, eight? Nine?” “A long drive’ll do that to you. Besides, not much to do here after it gets dark. Might as well turn in so we can have some fun tomorrow.” Mom got up and made her way to the bedroom. Dad remained in his chair at the head of the table. Finished with the cleaning up, I turned around from the kitchen counter. “Well,” Dad said, his handsome features flickering in the light. “I guess I’ll head to bed too.” He exchanged a long look with Uncle Gus, who nodded at him goodnight, before heaving himself out of his chair and down the hallway behind Mom. “Goodnight, son.” “Oh, uh, goodnight, Dad! “Hey, thanks for cleaning up, kiddo,” Gus smiled at me as I joined him at the table. “No problem! Thanks for dinner.” “Guess we better turn in, too. Grab your bag from over there; I’ll show you to our room.” We extinguished the lights and put out the fire in the fireplace before walking down the dark hallway to Uncle Gus’s room. It was a small room, mostly taken up by a big king sized bed in the middle. It was rustic like the rest of the cabin, a wooden four poster. “I’ll take the left side, if that’s okay with you.” The room was dark, softly lit by a single lamp and a big white candle Uncle Gus had lit on his bedside table. “That’s cool. I’ll take the right,” I shivered. “You cold?” “Yeah,” I said sheepishly. “I am.” “Well that’s why you’re sleepin’ with me!” he patted my back. “We’ll keep each other warm. Your big Uncle’s got heat to spare.” He unbuttoned and took off his shirt, letting his hairy belly and big muscly pecs spill out. He had big arms, too, massive biceps and triceps and shoulders that were good for cutting wood and building things. Catching my eye, he said, “Sorry, kid, but I sleep naked. Hope you don’t mind.” “Not at all!” I smiled. “In fact, I’m a naked sleeper too.” “Well then,” he gave me a big grin, his mustache rippling. “Let’s get to strippin’!” I pulled my sweater and t-shirt over my head, shivering harder as the cold night air hit my exposed pink nipples. I sure hoped Uncle Gus’s blanket was thick enough to keep us from freezing. “Nice abs” he said, clocking my midsection. “You sure are in shape, just like your Daddy said.” “Thanks, Uncle Gus!” I said brightly. I was never one to brush off a compliment on my body. I bent over and pulled down my sweatpants. As usual, I was going commando. “Damn, kid,” my Uncle growled, now standing upright and watching me undress. “That IS a big ass you got there.” I laughed, twisting to head to look down at my perfectly smooth bubble butt. “You think?” “Proof’s right in front of me,” he said gruffly, studying the curvature of my fleshy globes. The cold air was like a knife on my bare skin, and as we got fully nude, goosebumps raised on my pearly flesh. “Damn it’s cold!” “Well quick,” Uncle Gus said, lifting up the covers. “Let’s get into bed!” We dove under the heavy blanket; I drew it up to my chin, shivering, and Uncle Gus moved in beside me so that his torso and legs were touching mine. “You’re shaking, kid.” “S-sorry. I don’t know how you live like this, Uncle!” “We’ve gotta fatten you up. All those lean muscles you have won’t do much for warmth.” He gently wrapped his arms around me, and stiffened at his touch, surprised. “Let your Uncle warm you up,” he said softly, his voice deep and gravelly, sensing my apprehension. I shivered again, not from the cold this time, but from something else. Something deeper and lewder. “Th-that feels nice,” I sighed. His arms were strong and hairy, and they carried a distinctive manly musk, not dissimilar from Dad’s. “Yeah? Well scoot in a little closer, sport. That’s it. A little cuddlin’ never hurt nobody, especially family.” I turned around so my backside was facing him. He gathered me in closer and held me, the big spoon to my little one. “Ahhhh, this is nice, Justin.” “Thanks for warming me up,” I said, trying not to let my voice betray the fire that was starting to rage inside me. His arms were so strong and thick, their veins pressing against my midsection. “Any time, any time,” he moved his left hand down to my lower stomach, softly stroking my belly button. “You know it’s so good to see you, Justin. It’s been too long.” “Y-yeah… it has.” “I’ve always thought we had a special connection. You’re my favorite nephew, you know that?” “Thanks,” I said softly, heat rising to my face. “I… I think you’re great, too.” “You’ve grown into such a beautiful young man. Some good family genes we got, huh? Bunch of handsome guys together in this house.” My cock was starting to swell traitorously. Uncle Gus’s crotch was dangerously close to my butt; I could feel its heat on my smooth soft skin, and I had to try hard to resist pressing my thirsty ass against his wonderfully hairy privates. “You okay, boy?” “Y-yes, I’m all good.” “You’re breathing awfully hard,” he said, moving his mouth closer to my neck so his breath made the hairs stand up. “And your heart’s racing.” “I’m just cold is all.” “Is that so?” he started moving his hand from my stomach downwards, stroking the expanse of silky taut skin right above my groin. “`Cuz you’re starting to feel real hot to me.” “Uncle Gus,” I murmured, my dick starting to quake as his hands roamed inches away from it. “Uncle… I…” “Gosh, are you hard, Justin?” His hand reached down and grabbed my teen stiffy, and I yelped in surprise. “That’s a rock hard cock in my hands, ain’t it?” “I-” “It’s okay,” he said, putting his mouth against my ear. “It’s okay, my sweet nephew. You’re safe here with your Uncle Gus. I’m so happy you’re here.” I was having hard flashbacks to getting raped in the school bathroom by Coach and Mr. Reed. How they’d moved on me like feline predators. How angry Dad had been that I’d let someone else soil me. “You’ve had a long day,” Uncle Gus cooed, taking a soft lick at my earlobe and making me stifle back a horny whimper. “How about I take care of this for you?” He positioned my leaky steely cock in his hand and started to stroke, slow as he could, moving from my thick base to the wet pink tip leisurely. “Oh, Uncle!” “That feels good, don’t it?” he groaned into me, savoring my boyish pleasure with a smile. “Y-yes!” He gripped it firmly, luxuriously going up and down, milking my young love rod like an udder. “A man ever done this to you before?” he asked, holding my chest with his other hand, grabbing at my fleshy muscle tits. My voice got caught in my throat. I didn’t know how to answer. The truth, of course, was yes. But it was with my Dad. His brother! I couldn’t tell him about our perverted secret. “Justin, you hear me?” he said, gripping me a little harder. “You ever get touched like this by a man?” “W-wait,” I said, and I made to wriggle out from his grasp. “Please, Uncle, I don’t wanna do this, actually.” “Oh? Your penis says otherwise, boy. I’ve never felt such a horned up hard teenage cock before. You’re leaking that boy juice into my hand.” I didn’t wanna get punished. I didn’t want Dad to get mad at me again. I was his, he’d said so, and even if everything in me wanted Uncle Gus to molest me with abandon, I couldn’t betray Dad. “Uncle Gus, please,” I moaned, trying harder to wrench my dick from his firm fist. “Please, I’m gonna get in trouble!” “With who?” he said, munching on my ear, pinching harder at my jutting hard hairless nipples, pressing all the right buttons. “The man who’s touched you?” “Uncle! Please! I don’t wanna!” “Say it, Justin. Say who’s touched you. Tell me who it is.” He knew, I could tell. He wanted me to say it, that my pervy Daddy was the one who’d milked my cock and handled my young smooth body. “Dad,” I whispered, mortified. “My Daddy’s touched me.” “Ahhh, and you think you’ll get in trouble with your Daddy because his brother’s playing with his pretty little boy?” “Yes! Now let me go!” “I’ve got a good way to settle this,” Uncle Gus said. Before I could ask what he meant, there was a knock on the door. I shot upright, but he kept me in his grasp, and the bedroom door opened without waiting for answer. “Ah, the man of the hour,” Gus smiled. Dad was standing in the doorway, totally buck naked, his dick already hard and throbbing. “The wife just went to sleep,” he grinned gruffly. “Am I late?” “Oh, you’re right on time.” “D-Daddy?” I sputtered. “I see your Uncle’s already started on you,” he said, climbing on to the bed with us, his massive muscles flexing in the dim light, his huge body making the springs groan loudly. “You see, boy?” Gus continued jacking my adolescent meat. “Your Daddy ain’t mad. This is all in the family. No need to be scared about having a little naughty fun with your Uncle.” I looked at Dad, who met my gaze and smiled reassuringly. I smiled back at him, relieved. This was allowed! I relaxed my body, and let the sensation of his thick hand on my boyish manhood wash over me. “Well,” I giggled. “I guess if it’s okay with you, Dad… Aww, Uncle, that feels amazing!” They laughed, and Dad leaned in and planted a big wet kiss on my juicy pink lips as I writhed in his brother’s hands. “That’s my boy.” “I wanna be naughty!” I let out a slutty high pitched moan. “Oh, Uncle! Daddy! Let’s be naughty together!” “Mmm, that does sound nice,” Uncle Gus said, but he removed his hand from my cock. “But I’m not here to jerk you off, boy. As the younger generation, I think you should be the one doing the servicing.” “Awww,” I groaned lustily, missing his hand on my lithe body. “Wait…” I was horned up to the max, and now with Dad’s blessing I only had the potential for hot sex on my mind. The two men got up from the bed and stood before me, their hard cocks swinging out before them like cannons ready to fire. “Justin, get on all fours,” Dad commanded. I eagerly obeyed, flipping over and pointing my bubble butt at them and arching my back so they could see my squeaky clean smooth pussyhole. “Whew!” Uncle Gus whistled, gazing at my perky rump. “Would you look at that! What a beauty! So hot when he’s offering it up like that.” “It looks even better after a nice brutal fucking,” Dad smirked, swatting at his manly big erection. “How old is the boy, again?” “Fifteen. Sixteen in a few months.” “Perfect,” Uncle Gus smacked his lips. “I do like `em young. They squeal harder.” “It was torture,” Dad shook his head. “Waiting till he was a proper teenager to fuck him. I wanted to stick my cock in him the moment he popped out of his mother’s cunt.” “You really outdid yourself, big brother, delivering a perfect specimen like this into the family line.” Gus said approvingly. “In the Richardson family tradition, he’s the best little fucktoy we’ve had to play with yet!” “Maybe he can convince you to start spending Christmases with us again. Maybe even get all the brothers back together again for a big family reunion?” “I think we all might take you up on that. Promise us Richardson men a hot wet boy pussy and you know we’re there.” Their veiny horse cocks were expanding as they talked, already sizably hard, but going from rubber to steel. Uncle Gus’s was like Dad’s, almost identical. A thick and juicy ten inches, it made me shiver thinking about taking that monster in my delicate boyhole, but god I wanted it plunged deep inside of me! Their bodies standing there, positively godlike, so huge they were like mountains of muscle, had me so revved up that just looking at them coulda gotten me off. “Well go ahead,” Dad grinned. “Rape him.” With the go-ahead, Uncle Gus moved in like a vulture to fresh meat. I tingled with anticipation, ready for whatever was coming to me. A shot of electricity went down my spine and around my glutes, past my taint, and straight up my cock, making it stand at steely attention. “You want some cock, baby?” Dad called out to me. “Yes, Daddy,” I purred. “I want some yummy cock!” He laughed softly, grabbing at his bulge. “You hear him, little brother? He needs it bad. Make my baby happy.” “Oh I’ll make him happy alright…” “Fill him up. Stuff him. He’s a good boy. Have him any way you like.” “I’m gonna be rough,” Uncle Gus bakırköy travesti licked his lips. “God you’re lucky. If I had a boy even half this cute I’d be raping his cunt every night!” “What about your daughter, Gus? She’s pretty.” “No, not like this,” Gus licked his lips again as he glared at my smooth bubble butt, all creamy and fresh. “No, you know our family, big brother. There’s nothing quite like a hot little boy. Masculine and boyish enough to take a beating, but sweet and submissive too. Who likes getting taken advantage of.” “You won’t believe his hole,” Dad goaded his brother on. “Better than any pussy I’ve ever had. Tight and warm. It gobbles my cock right up. It’s made for fucking.” “Ohhh, I bet!” “Make sure you bury your dick all the way up inside him. If he doesn’t howl, you’re not doin’ it right.” “Won’t your wife hear?” Uncle Gus looked back at Dad suspiciously. “She know about this?” Dad sneered, “That bitch is basically a cuck.” “So she… she knows!?” Gus gaped. “How could she not?” Dad laughed. “I fuck this him every dang night. Make him scream like a little girl. You’d have to be real dense not to figure it out, Gus.” “Damn,” my Uncle returned his gaze to my arched back and my big teenage muscle boy butt. “Well, shit, brother, you really hit the jackpot.” “Sure did. So go ahead! Like I said, what’s mine is yours, little brother. Let’s have some family fun.” “Oh, fuck yeah…” “Go on, Gus. Rape my son.” He didn’t need any more encouraging. He rushed at me, and I let out a needy slutty whimper as I felt his beard on my glutes and his tongue start to violate my pink tight hole. “Yeah,” Dad said, smiling. “Eat it. Tastes great, don’t it?” “Mpphhhhmmmm,” Uncle Gus moaned into me as he rimmed my cute butt with gusto. His tongue lashed at my insides and his rough face felt so good against my smooth skin. “Damn,” Dad said. His hand was around his cock now, jerking it slowly. “I forgot how much you love eating ass, Gus. Remember your tenth birthday? That’s when I taught you how to do it.” “Sure do,” Uncle Gus gasped, surfacing for air. “Little Cousin Pete would come over and you’d have me practice on him, remember?” “Ha! Little Pete. Poor kid. When we started fucking him in the ass… remember how he’d cry and beg us to stop?” “Mmmmm,” Uncle Gus laughed. “To this day, I still like it when they cry…” He took my plump cheeks in his hands and started kneading them like dough. He manhandled me, molesting me with his girthy hands that reminded me so much of Dad’s. My cock was so hard I thought it might explode. It was so hot hearing my Uncle and Dad talking about their sexual exploits together as boys. “Whatever happened to Cousin Pete?” Uncle Gus chuckled, “Last I heard, he was still living at home. Uncle Jeff, remember when he found out what we were doing to his son?” “Oh yeah,” Dad’s face lit up. “He wanted in on the fun, didn’t he?” “Yeah. And from the sound of it, he’s never let his son go. Remember the divorce? With his wife, Rita? Nasty. Now Pete’s an old man like us, just still at home getting fucked by his ancient father.” “Jeeeezus! Old Uncle Jeff’s still got it in him!?” Dad howled. “Sick shit. That is some sick shit. Even for us!” “Runs in the family,” Gus said, gazing at my supple butt as he continued to pinch and pull it. “Bunch of perverts, us Richardsons.” He stood up and angled himself behind me. Enough talk, it was time to fuck. I whimpered as he started to push his throbbing dick against my pussyhole, my natural slut lubrication and his precum making my behind nice and slick. “The legacy lives on, I guess,” Dad said, his eyes misty and his hand tight around his cock as he looked on. “Sure does,” Uncle Gus grinned. He applied more pressure, slowly pushing his cockhead against my sphincter. “C’mon, little brother,” Dad scowled. “Stop being so nice. Don’t be a pussy! Fuck him! Fuck my son!” “Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Don’t need to tell me twice, big brother.” A searing pain, one that was now all-too-familiar to me, tore through my entire body as Uncle Gus shoved his entire fat nine inches into my fuck chute. My vision blanked for a second and tears started to stream down my face as he broke me, pushing himself all the way up in a second, violating me thoroughly. I couldn’t even scream; I was paralyzed from the pain. “Awwwwww fuuuckkk,” my Uncle moaned. “Oh, he’s tight. Oh he’s so fucking tight! Oh, he’s resisting. He’s resisting, big brother! It feels so good when they resist! Makes them so nice and tight like this! Oh, fuck!” This pain was what I lived for now, the pain of brutal man-on-man sex. I ground my teeth and let out a needy cry, reveling in the terrifying agony of a hot and hungry dick up my searing anus. “Force it into him, little bro,” Dad whispered huskily. “Yeah, push it deeper into my boy! Don’t let him resist that hot cock.” “Ahhhh-” Uncle Gus clamped his hands on my hips and pulled me against him, wrenching my hole deeper on to his throbbing meat. “Fuck!” I yelled, my voice high and pleading. It was getting to be too much, these overwhelming sensations. “Ahh, Uncle Gus, you’re so big! Please, slower!” “Shut up, slut,” he reached around and clamped his hand over my mouth, a trail of drool coming from the corner of my wet, pouty, pink lips. “Shut up and let your Uncle rape you nice and good!” “That’s right, son,” Dad nodded, still stroking his cock to the lewd scene in front of him. “Behave yourself and submit to your Uncle.” I looked at Dad, tears streaming from my wide eyes, and I took a big gulp and tried to relax my pussyhole. I wanted to be a good boy. Uncle Gus’s giant cock slipped in a few more inches, squelching itself into my sopping wet ass. He was almost in to the hilt, and I felt like I could feel every vein on his steely shaft as it coaxed itself inside my smooth-as-silk anus. “God, you are AMAZING,” Gus spluttered. “It… it feels like a girl! He feels like a little girl, so tight and perfect!” “I know,” Dad chuckled. “The harder you go, too, the more he’ll leak like a bitch in heat. And he gets all nice and warm.” “Goddd! You mean he gets wet? Like a woman?” Dad shook his head, “Weird, isn’t it? It’s like god made him specifically to be a fuckdoll.” “It’s just sucking me in!” Uncle Gus said, starting to thrust his hips. “This is the finest boy cunt I’ve ever been in!” “It’s like fucking a warmed up mango.” Uncle Gus was all revved up, and he started to pump in and out of me brutishly, no teasing or foreplay. My hole wasn’t ready for how fast he was fucking me, and I continued to yelp and cry. “Here,” Dad stepped forward. “This will shut him up.” He parked himself right in front of me, steadying me with his hands on my shoulders as my Uncle rocked me from behind, and pushed his erect cock towards my mouth. I was in pain, but the sight of Dad’s mighty cock was like comfort food, and I opened my mouth to gobble up Dad’s ten inches. “Awww, fuck!” Uncle Gus cried as he watched me choke down my own father’s fuckstick. He picked up the pace, drilling me harder and harder. “Oh, big brother, this is awesome!” “Fuck, it’s just like old days” Dad smiled, pumping his heavy shlong down my slimy gullet. He looked deep into Uncle Gus’s eyes, smiling wider as they gazed at one another. “I’ve missed you, little bro.” My mouth stuffed with daddy cock, my ass stuffed with my Uncle’s shlong, I looked up and saw the brothers move closer together. Stargazed, their faces got real close, sweat streaming down their heads and on to their thick, beefy bodies. “I’ve missed you, too,” Uncle Gus grunted. Their faces touched and then their lips met. Dad and Uncle Gus exchanged sloppy, pleading kisses. Their thick, juicy, manly lips ravaged each other and their large pink girthy tongues lashed and twisted. I could hardly keep from blowing my load right there. It was so damn hot watching my Dad hook up with another man, and even hotter watching him do it with his own brother! “Awww,” Gus moaned as Dad moved down to kissing his neck. “Aw, I’ve missed this so much! Finally, some real hot sex!” “Me too,” Dad said, muffled, as he licked his brother’s Adam’s apple. “It’s been too long since we had some real family quality time.” Uncle Gus looked down at me, wide eyed, staring back up at them, my cock wagging like a dog’s tongue. He laughed lowly, “I believe this is what the kids call `Eiffel Tower’-ing.” “Ha!” Dad laughed, breaking apart from Uncle Gus and putting his attention back into choking me with his leaking cock. “Look how he’s enjoying it. Told you, he loves a good family raping! His ass feels good, huh?” “Fuck, better than good! His hole is wrapped so tight around my cock I don’t know if it’ll let go!” The sensations running through my body were indescribable. I was so turned on by the fact that both ends of me were being plugged by my own blood. I arched my back as far as it would go, the better to let my Uncle’s thick dick brush against my tender prostate. He was going hard as hell, thrusting feverishly into me, gasping and spitting on to my back, fucking me like it was the last time he’d ever have sex. “Tell me,” Uncle Gus leaned down over me, mashing his thick furry body on to mine and growling into my ear. “Tell me how good it feels, your Uncle’s big cock up your cute boy hole.” “Fffuck!” I whimpered, letting Dad’s hard cock fall out of my mouth and writhe in front of me. “It feels amazing, Uncle!” “You like when your Uncle rapes your tight pussy, boy?” “Yes, Uncle! Rape me harder!” He couldn’t thrust any faster, so my Uncle obliged be wrapping his giant hairy hand around my neck and squeezing the oxygen out of me. Stars filled my eyes again, and I heard Dad laugh as he watched his brother fuck me rough and nasty. Pain was indistinguishable from pleasure as I was pummeled through and through; my ass starting to go numb from the jackhammering it was being subjected to. Uncle Gus was hitting the spot. I could feel my teen sperm starting to rear it head as my insides starting to spark like a firecracker. “He’s close,” Dad said hoarsely, stroking himself. “He’s writhing around. I know he’s close. You’re gonna fuck that teen boy cum outta him!” “Fuck! I’m close, too…” Uncle Gus whinnied, “I wanna cum in him, big brother! I wanna breed your boy!” “Go ahead. Only family seed is allowed in his pussy, and you’re family.” Uncle Gus reached under me and pulled me up so we were pressed together at an upward forty five degree angle. He was fucking me like a dog, wild and violent, our hot breath coming together, and the stench of spit and sweat and natural male musk was overwhelming, making me even dizzier. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he breathed in my ear. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum in you, boy!” “I’m gonna cum too, Uncle!” I wailed, feeling my cock bounce in the air in time with his fuck thrusts. “Daddy, he’s gonna make me shoot!” “I know, son,” Dad groaned, and when I looked at him he was feverishly jacking his massive cock, mouth open, his lips wet a shiny. He was looking at me like he’d never seen anything so beautiful, or such a beautiful sight as his own son getting fucked ruthlessly by his own flesh and blood. “Awww!” I yowled. The love in Dad’s eyes sent me over the edge, and with a final smash of Uncle Gus’s thick juicy dick into my tender hole, I exploded a nice fat rocket of milky thick teen spunk that hit the floor with a messy splat. “Ohh, nice!” Gus growled, eyes half closed and still hammering away at my perky buns. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot, boy! Fuck, I’m gonna blow too! You’re milking me with your pussy!” His cock thrusts got stiffer and his body tensed up before I felt my sexy Uncle let loose inside of me. A river of horny sperm flooded into my hole, filling me with the Richardson DNA. “Ah, Uncle! I feel it!” “Therrre you go, boy,” he yelped, holding me closer and shoving his dick as far up me as it would go. “Take it, baby. Take Uncle Gus’s milk!” “Oh, Uncle, please!” I begged like a whore. “Breed me, please! I want your milk!” “Fuck,” Dad moaned, and he shook his head. He couldn’t resist, and he shot his load, his gigantic thick cock pulsing and then spurting a gallon of creamy hot jizz high into the air before it feel heavy next to my own cum puddle. “Daddy!” I whimpered, my tongue out and wagging. “Daddy, feed me please!” Cum was still pouring from his cock, and while Uncle Gus was behind me injecting me with his potent load, Dad stuffed his unloading organ into my open pleading mouth. I drank and drank, in heaven as hot manly sperm entered me from both ends. “That’s it, son!” Dad thundered as I nursed on his ejaculate. “Take it all down! Your Daddy and your Uncle are feeding you good tonight, huh? What a lucky little boy you are!” Our delicious orgasms lasted for ages, and we all basked in our uncontrollable pleasure, the smell of hot cum overtaking the odors of our sweaty pulsing muscular bodies. I was so full of man goo that I wouldn’t have been shocked if its had started leaking from every pore on my body. “Oh god,” Uncle Gus breathed as we all settled down. His softening cock slipped out of my sloppy hole with a pop, a trail of pearly splooge trailing from my hole to his piss slit. “That was incredible!” He scooped me up in a big bear hug, wrapping my smooth taut body with his hairy brawny arms. I turned my head around and, tongue first, put my lips on his, and he shared a long wet kiss, his hot breath making my skin moist. His big mouth enveloped me, and I felt so warm and safe while we passionately embraced, his load still leaking from my spent cunt. I ran my tongue over his mustache, feeling the prickly hair, and then I moved down to his beard and then his amazing chest hair, which was dark and curly and thick. “He’s a chest man, huh?” Uncle Gus snickered to Dad as I lapped and spat and moaned on his chest, licking his yummy big swollen nipples and lapping at them like a hungry cat. “Oh, he’s insatiable,” Dad growled. “Only way he can fall asleep now is while sucking on my tits. If he doesn’t get a tit in his mouth he starts to get all bratty.” “I do not!” I bobbed my head up, pouting at him. Dad raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?” He pounced on me, scooping me up in his arms, bigger and stronger than Uncle Gus’s, veiny and vascular. He noogied my wavy auburn hair, squeezing me with his palms and making me giggle, my dick getting hard from the feeling of his godly body near me. Uncle Gus threw his arms around me too, and the three of us collapsed down on to the bed, sweaty and exhausted from our olympic sex. We rolled around, laughing and grabbing at one another, taking an occasional lick at a nipple or a quick suck on each other’s cocks. The room was hot as a furnace, winter be damned. Our body heat and male pheromones had turned Gus’s bedroom into a sauna. Our slick bodies mashed together, Uncle Gus’s big hairy one, Dad’s bulbous muscular one, my hairless toned one. “I think I’ll sleep here tonight,” Dad winked at us, nuzzling into me closer. Uncle Gus, to my right, leaned over and gave Dad a long hard kiss on the lips. “Damn straight, big brother. You belong here, with your family.” I was in the middle of them, feeling cozy and light. My asshole throbbed pleasantly, and I felt like the luckiest boy in the world. The hot room and aerobic fucking and day’s travel had caught up to me, and I yawned widely. I turned to my left and planted my head on Dad’s sweaty pec, taking his big nipple in my mouth letting my tongue run over its tip. “See?” he lightly chuckled, and Uncle Gus laughed too and got closer so he could spoon me from behind. His cock, nice and hard and smelly of cum, pressed into my bubbly buttcheeks. “Don’t be alarmed, kid,” my Uncle whispered into my ear gruffly. “If you wake up with your Uncle’s big cock raping your sweet wet pussy.” “That sounds good to me!” I smiled into Dad’s tits, my eyes fluttering as I struggled to keep them open. “I love your cock, Uncle Gus.” “Just my cock?” he smiled, tickling me with his beard. “I love YOU, Uncle Gus,” I moaned, and he put his arms around my shoulders and pressed his cock harder against me, making my heart feel all fluttery. For a moment I wanted him to stuff my sloppy cum-filled butt with his big dick again, but the exhaustion rolled back over me and a I purred like a sleepy cat, content with what I’d already got. Dad hugged me too, drawing me closer, and he put his nipple back in my parted mouth. “And me, son?” I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling. I’d never meant something so much in my life, “I love you so much, Daddy.” “Daddy loves you too, baby boy.” “I love you, I love you, I love you!” He gave me one final kiss, deep and filled with affection, and I sucked as much of his spit into my mouth as I could so his flavors would last with me through the night. Sighing, we went to sleep, Gus holding me, his hot big dick burrowed halfway in between my luscious young asscheeks. Dad was in front of me, my smooth pink lips nursing on his magnificent muscle breast. Through the thin walls I swore I could hear Mom softly crying in the next bedroom, but I didn’t care. Everything I wanted in life was in bed with me, holding me. Our family love was like a fortress. No one could break it. The two older Richardsons snored deep and baritone; I drooled and gave soft whimpers, dreaming of my Uncle, Dad, and our incredible bond. I could hardly wait for the rest of our hot fuckfest of a weekend, and excited to see what they had in store for me. To be continued in part four.

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