My Brother

A Mess

Duke walked around to my mouth, while my dad continued to plug my ass with his cock.

Damn. Duke’s softening cock was so messy with cum. His, probably my brother’s, maybe even Doug’s and Philip’s. Even as my dad was pumping his into me.

It was a beautiful mess. Duke’s cock must have been the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, as well as the largest. And there it was, right in front of my face.

There was cum everywhere. I knew what my job was, and I slowly started licking up the cum, from off Duke’s dickhead, from off his huge softening shaft, from out of his pubes, from off his balls.

That had two effects. My dad was shooting in me. And Duke went hard, one more time.

What a beautiful cock. Just his cockhead almost filled my mouth, and his piss slit was so big I could get the tip of my tongue inside. I tried swallowing his whole cock before it got too hard, and I almost succeeded.

Damn. I was enjoying myself so much I wasn’t even paying attention to my dad fucking me, although I couldn’t help but compare Duke to Doug, to dad, to Philip, to my brother.

So the cum was hardly the biggest mess, as I slowly cleaned it all up, and even more slowly worked one more load out of Duke.

My mouth was tired. My ass was sore. But both were satisfied.

My mind, on the other hand, couldn’t help but wonder how I would ever make sense of all this, even if I didn’t really know who knew what.

I loved sucking Duke more than anyone I had ever sucked, but I had no idea how often he might be horny. My dad was a whole new story. I had barely gotten my mind around swallowing his load that morning, so I couldn’t really deal with him now fucking me. How often would that go on?

As for my brother, what did he know? How could I not keep servicing him, enough so he wouldn’t wonder about these other flings? And of course as I thought about that, I couldn’t help feel at least a bit disloyal, and even more slutty.

And what about Doug, and about Philip? What should I tell him, them? How could I possibly keep them all satisfied?

But my ass felt so good, so fucked, so filled with cum. As did my mouth.

Damn. And I really couldn’t stop sucking on Duke, almost as if it might be the only chance I might ever get.

That wasn’t lost on Duke at all, as he emptied his cock into my mouth, one more time.

“Fuck. Is this bitch really gonna drink my piss too?”

“We have to make him.”

And all I could think of is the lesser cocks that I had done as much for, as I worked to ease out the flow of urine from this massive cock.

I didn’t care how slutty I seemed. I didn’t care how embarrassed I might be later.

I just focused on drinking Duke’s piss.

And it almost seemed like he was kind enough to slow the flow, so I was able to swallow it all.

“You know I’m gonna need this son of yours way more than just today, right?”

Duke’s asking that eased my mind, and helped me swallow deeper, guzzling the warm, salty fluid from this beauty of a cock. I had never felt so satisfied, or so slutty, as I drained him, and as Duke held my head to his cock. Even that felt about as peaceful as I had ever felt.

Even though I still had no answers to these other messes.

I knew I would have to tell Doug. And I knew he would insist on beating my brother, so did that mean Doug would credit Duke to my brother?

And I hadn’t even told Doug about my dad yet.

I got the last drops out of Duke’s amazing cock, and got back up.

We all put ourselves back together.

I knew I should have said something. But I was spent, and Duke could tell, as he smiled at me.

“When you up to doing this again, son?”

I breathed deep. “I will never say no to you, Duke.”

“Uncle Duke.”

“Uncle Duke. Thank you so much for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum and piss.”

“I’m hopeful.”

“I love your cock.”

Duke laughed. “We can tell. I want one more session before you end this day, tho.”

Fuck. And the mess deepened. But of course I had no choice except to happily agree. Were my ass and mouth going to be ready again that soon?

And how would I take care of Doug and my brother in the meantime? Let alone what would Doug propose, in order to see himself as beating my brother?

My ass was sore. My throat was sore. I hadn’t even figured out yet how Duke had managed to get so deep down my throat.

But my mouth and ass were increasingly not mine. It was almost like I was mostly just trying to figure out who owned them the most.

Duke—Uncle Duke—was way kinder than I would have expected such a well-hung older man to be. And even though my ass was sore—way deep inside—I couldn’t have been happier.

I couldn’t keep from blurting out: “I love you, Uncle Duke.”

Duke smiled. “Good boi. Just make you keep your dad satisfied as well.”

My dad was so much less surprised than I would have expected. “And your brother.”

Duke laughed. “I promise to fuck you harder tonite.”

My dad smiled again. “As hard as you can. And make him use that penis pump of yours as well.”

Shit.

My dad wasn’t done: “His brother will be pissed, but feel free to keep him overnight.”

I still had to sort out Doug.

My dad still kept going: “Get him pregnant, if you can.”

Fuck. I was trying to not let that get me excited.

I really had to go take care of Doug, somehow.