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Midnight. I’d pulled into the parking lot of my apartment. I’d been in and out since the early part of the afternoon. It was one of those days: I was off from work. I was bored as fuck, and I just couldn’t get enough of those big fleshy pipes bursting their sweet-sour cream up my ass! I perused my favorite app on the hunt for a top that wasn’t thousands of miles away. I was on the receiving end of a huge deposit by three. I needed another seeding by five and I got greedy again around eight. And about forty-five minutes earlier, I’d just made some old geezer’s night. I’d planned to sneak in and take a shower before bed.

I got in and closed the door behind me and veered off towards my bedroom when something stopped me dead in my tracks. Pass the dark kitchen and living room was the ring of light around my uncle’s bedroom door. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? Wrong! The door was slightly ajar. For anybody else, this wouldn’t have been a big deal. Brushed off as forgetfulness. For a night hermit like my uncle Leo who always kept it shut and locked, to keep a certain couch-surfing bum out, it surely was a big deal.

I could’ve gone on and taken my shower, nevertheless. That was the plan, seeing that the light was still on. But I thought I saw the silhouette of a man that was not my uncle pass over the light out of the corner of my eye. I went to investigate. Step by careful step, I tried to talk myself out of the worst-case scenarios. And just when I was kicking myself for not grabbing a knife on my pass by the kitchen, my jaw dropped. There was my uncle sitting on his shins at the end of the bed with this head buried between his legs while this smooth naked man piston-fucked this comatose body.

I got to the door just in time for the naked top to growl out his load. The Angry Growler quickly pulled off the guy after a job well done and this balding guy in a shirt, a jock, and hot pink socks began to ride the passed-out bottom.

Without realizing it, I was stroking my dick. It didn’t matter I came four times already that day. There was porn. And then there was live porn. I was so horny again I didn’t care which positioned I played as long as I played a part in it. And the colorful-socked Jockey had me itching to be him in that ass or be under him.

I was going to introduce myself into the scene when my blood ran cold at the sight of the bottom.

“Dad?!”

Uncle Leo looked up. Instead of being horrified or shocked to find me standing there, he beamed like a light showing all his spacious teeth. He beckoned me into to the room where this stranger was on top of my dad without missing a beat.

“Well, Billy, I can honestly say I’ve done a damn good job of keeping this from you for months now!” was Uncle Leo’s best line of defense with arms akimbo. “Now that the cat’s out of the bag. I take the rent out of this old man’s drunken, unemployed ass, and these guys gift me a little donation to get their jollies off in him, too.”

“$200 isn’t a little donation to share the same piece of roundabout with my buddies, Leo.” The Angry Growler spat toying with his spent cock.

“No one’s stopping you from spending $250 for a whore and pray you don’t get arrested if your bastard-ass is too cheap to spring for a room. I think I offer a steal of a deal to you guys. Where can you plop down $200 a pop to pop your cork in a piece of ass as many times as you want from 10pm until sunrise in the privacy of my bedroom? A bedroom I have to clean up after you’ve bastards prove time and time again not to respect.”  Uncle Leo said to Angry Growler, who twitched begrudgingly to the checkmate.

“For what it’s worth, Billy,” Uncle Leo turned his attention to me. His knees bracing my dad’s shoulders as the Jockey continued to ride hard. “I’ve been in your shoes. It wasn’t your granddad, of course. He didn’t play that shit. It was Mom’s brother Lou catching the lick and they were much wilder with him than these old farts!”

The guys he was talking passed looked back at me. Even the Jockey, still going strong, with a quick glance over his shoulder to acknowledge my presence. Each of the men in the room looked to be around the same age, late forties or so, each with the same beefy build and average height. As the Jockey quickly looked back again, this time with an apology for ravishing my dad pierced in his eyes, the other two men’s eyes were obviously greedy with lust and not for the piece of ass lying in the bed.  

I wasn’t really sure what my next move was. Three more cocks, four, including Uncle Leo, for a total of eight different cocks in one day. Although the numbers would’ve been a record breaker for me by two (on the high end), it isn’t like taking a pounds of cock don’t leave a sore ass. Though that was a concern, it wasn’t a worry. As I was sure that if they’d been fucking the drunken man since ten both Dad and I were working with the same loose hole.

“Hey Leo,” the third guy mouthed.  “I think you got another sick bastard here.”

I wasn’t sure why this guy said this until I saw them staring at my crotch. My hand hadn’t moved an inch since I found them all in the room and my cock was at full attention despite it being my dad getting fucked.

“You can join in if you want. I’ve fucked this sorry piece of drunken ass plenty of times.” Uncle Leo slapped the ass below him. “Not like I got a son to pass the tradition off to.”

The Jockey stiffened without much fanfare on top of my dad. And after a few finishing pumps he was off.

The room applauded when I climbed atop the bed naked and shoved my cock into my dad’s used cummy hole. Uncle Leo pulled up his shirt and I was fucking my dad’s ass and sucking my uncle’s cock.

Our family reunion was brief before it was joined by an outsider palming my ass with hefty rubs and hard slaps as I fucked, encouraging me to gyrate my sweet ass for their entertainment. I did. They went wild! Then, as I vigorously sucked cock and fucked, the man slid his thumb over my hole. It easily inserted. He thumbed it some more before his fingers dug deep into me with equal ease.

“Ain’t this something!” said the third guy behind me.

“What?” asked Uncle Leo.

“This little bugger has already been loaded up! More than a couple of cocks already for sure.”

Uncle Leo pulled me off his cock. His eyes were questioning while he had me by the hair. My own little secret, too, was out of the bag. He hawked a loogie between my eyes and then again with aim at my mouth, that was mostly caught by the tip of my nose and upper lip. He called me a fucking slut and continued to fuck my throat.

The third guy dug in with his face at the revelation. Tonguing my hole, inside and out, tasting the flavors of four different depositors that day.

He ate me out for what felt like forever. I know this because my jaw got sore from deep throating, and even for the day I had, I was too skilled of a cocksucker for that to have happened so easily.

I was so open and loose I didn’t even know the guy was on top of me fucking until I felt his cum-stained, cigar-charred breath roll over my ear as I noticed my cock slid up and down the loose hole beneath me.

He rode me to oblivion. My well-stretched hole slowly working its way back to an acceptable grip, recruiting every fiber of muscle for one more cock to milk.  

My hole seemed to come together enveloping this man riding it just as he was about to cum.

It didn’t make sense for a man that had probably fucked my father more than once already to still have about a gallon to unload into his son.

His follow-up was so eager to use the cum as lube for him, that after a few pumps, I shot off in my dad. I didn’t even know that I was so close to coming. Even after I shot my cock stayed hard even after this guy and the next unloaded in me.

Uncle Leo sprayed my tonsils sometime after I came. He had me to lick him clean and get him hard again.

After the third guy finished, Uncle Leo climbed off the bed and ordered The Jockey to replace him at his post. It didn’t seem necessary to explain, seeing that the way they fucked me and my dad, if there were no buffer that my dad’s head was going to hit the wall. But it had to be clearly spelled out.

In hindsight, I can see The Jockey’s resistance being less about lack of common sense and more from him being spent and tired.

I felt the head of Uncle Leo’s cock at my back door and with one good push, he was inside of me like all the others. He fucked my mouth like he fucked my ass, and surprisingly, I was hard again in my father starting to shake and move from his drunken stupor.

“Pin him down.” Uncle Leo ordered.

I slapped The Jockey on his thigh to wave him off so I could better pin my dad by his shoulders. I found the courage that if I was hard and this was the last cock I was going to take tonight, it was damn sure going to be a family affair!

Uncle Leo fucked me for me to fuck dad, threatening that of all the loads I took that night I was going to remember his best. I was so turned on and so heated that by the time his cock nicked my prostate, I exploded in my dad like I felt like the first guy exploded in me.

Uncle Leo didn’t give a shit about me whining or going limp underneath him. He kept fucking and fucking, in these deep long strokes that made the rest of the seven men that fuck me that day feel useless.

He nailed me even harder and came.

After being loaded seven times before then with the last three in rapid succession, it was hard to gage his volume, but with him being the most memorable fuck and my uncle, I can only imagine it was immeasurable with the slick loud pop that came after he yanked his cock out of me.

Uncle Leo spat. “If you weren’t such a slut, I’d say I done a great job of wrecking that hole! But I guess that’s expected being your dad’s son.”

I laid on top of my dad exhausted as he began to stir enough just to groan and fall right back to sleep. The men admired the view before putting on their clothes, leaving my dad and I to be as Uncle Leo walked them to the door.

 The lights went out over our head. Uncle Leo circled back around to turn them off before pulling up the door. He said something about not wanting to clean up tonight and he was going to sleep in my bed since I was in no position to get up.

I was too tired to fight the excuse. I was glad I did when I came to the next morning. My sleeping cock was choked by this wet chute. I guess it has the same effect as a hand in warm water while sleeping because I was halfway done with pissing before I knew I was pissing in my dad. It was no need to stop, I reckoned at the silly thought of pulling out and finishing up in the bathroom.

While I was tempted to leave the sheets with its cum and piss for Uncle Leo to clean up, I decided that I owed him this favor for the extra cocks he provided last night. Even at the backbreaking expense of carrying my inebriated father to the bathtub to wash off the night. None the wiser that two of his blood relatives and a few paying strangers made good use of his sloppy hole. Something my uncle and his friends had been getting away with for a while now, as my dad naturally presumed that he got so drunk the night before that he took off his clothes for a shower, but never turned it on. But always coming to with a sore sweaty ass.

I’m glad I did. I was about to throw everything in the dryer when I saw the hundred-dollar bill sat up in the back of the drum. When I went to reach for it, it had seven of its cousins with it.

The note left on the counter explained the money and the new arrangement going forward. He said I was too much of a slut to try to contain with his friends, like my dad. But from that day forward he was covering all the rent and he was taking my portion of it out on my ass!

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Author’s Note: This story was heavily inspired by a short story called “See Dad Get Fucked” by GayCumSlut. Like many writers, many of my story ideas are drawn from fantasy and reality across the spectrum. For years now, I’ve been sitting on this hot eleven-minute clip where these beefy rugby fans run a train on an anonymous bottom. I couldn’t quite build the backstory leading up to this gangbang while keeping it decently short like the clip. Thanks to reading the forementioned story over into the night, rewatching the clip, and some dark creative finagling in an ongoing state of drowsiness, I came up with this story from idea to page in less than four hours. I hope you enjoy!