My mother was not happy when I decided to take a year off between high school and college to run away and join the circus. And that's putting it mildly. "You're not going to throw away an entire year of your life in that crummy goddam circus!" It didn't help that my father and grandfather owned the goddam circus: Warner World Circus. It had been in the family for generations, traveling all over the country to entertain people, young and old. Only the men stuck with it, though. My grandmother bailed out even before she passed away. And my mother bailed out after only a year or two.
For most of my childhood, I never saw my dad. After my mother dumped him, she seemed to write off that entire period in her life, taking me to her old hometown to live with her parents. Life was fine, but I did miss my dad. When I hit high school, I insisted on spending holidays with him. I flew to wherever they were, so I could spend time with him and Grandpa and get to know the family business. Grandpa used to joke, "All of this will be yours one day, Bobby." To which Dad would add, "Lucky you." And that was not an enthusiastic comment. He let me know that it was a hard life, always on the go with bills to pay in every town. Still, I enjoyed being with him when I could.
"You what?!" he asked when I got him on the phone and told him my plans.
"I want to spend a year with you before I start college. Deferred entry isn't a problem. I've already looked into it."
Silence. And more silence. "What does your mother say?" he finally asked.
"She's all for it," I laughed.
"I'll bet she is."
"It doesn't matter anyway, since I'm over eighteen. You're the only one who can stop me."
More silence. "It's complicated."
"Is that a no, then?" I asked, extremely disappointed.
"I didn't say that," he replied quickly. "I would love to have you around. It's just..."
"I won't be in the way. I promise. And I'll do whatever work you want me to do. Shoveling shit or whatever."
"Joe was asking for more help with the animals," Dad said thoughtfully.
"I'll do it. Whatever."
"Let me talk to him. If he's good with the idea, then we'll give it a try. I don't mind having another worker around, but we can't afford a freeloader. No offense."
"None taken," I laughed. "Will I get a salary, then?"
"We'll work something out...if Joe is on board."
"I'll do anything," I assured him. "If Joe's not interested, then anything else. I mean it." I know I sounded desperate, but I really wanted to spend time with my dad before it was too late and life moved on.
Dad let out a soft laugh. "I'll ask him, Sport. Then we'll go from there."
"It's a deal. Thanks, Dad. Gotta go. I told Mom I would have dinner ready when she got home from work, and I can't afford to piss her off now."
"Watch your damn language," Dad laughed.
"Love you, Dad."
A surprised pause. "Love you too, Bobby. I'll get back to you." And the line went dead.
*****
"I'm gonna miss fucking this tight ass," my buddy Louis panted a couple evenings later as he eagerly laid pipe in me.
"And I'm gonna miss having your cock up my tight ass," I laughed, looking over my shoulder at him. He liked doing me doggy style when he was extra horny, and I liked being done doggy style. "God, you feel so good," I moaned as he really drove his cock into me.
"You want my cum in you?" he panted.
"You know I do."
"Gonna breed your tight ass, Bobby," he grunted.
"Do it. Shoot that fucking load up me," I grunted back as he drove his meat deep inside my hole.
"God, I don't want to lose this," he moaned.
"Fucking in general or my ass in particular?" I laughed.
He gave my butt cheek a hard smack and grunted, "Your ass in particular, Buddy. I was looking forward to four more years of this at college."
"Come with me," I suggested.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum, whether you're ready or not," Louis warned.
I let my head drop forward and laughed as Louis continued using my ass. Filling me with his hard cock, again and again. Thrusting deep. Smacking my butt when the mood struck. "Damn, you feel good," I groaned.
"Not much longer," he warned me.
"Breed me, Buddy," I moaned, rocking my ass back to meet his increasingly desperate and erratic thrusts. I knew he was close.
"Oh god, here it cums, Bobby," he hissed.
"Give me your load, Louis," I hissed back. "I really need it."
"Then you're gonna get it," he growled, ramming his cock deep into my hole and smacking my ass.
"Fuck yeah," I growled back, clamping my ass muscles down tightly on his slick, throbbing shaft.
"Fuck yeah," Louis echoed, rapidly thrusting his meat into me. Desperately. Urgently. Deeply. "Oh fuck," he grunted and froze.
"Shoot it!" I ordered.
"AAAAHHHH!" he yelled as his body shook, and I knew he was blasting his latest load of hot cum all over my insides.
"Yeah, that's it, Buddy," I moaned, gripping his throbbing cock with my ass. "Give it to me. Pump that jizz into me."
"Every last fucking drop," he grunted as his fingers dug into my flesh. His body shook and his cock pulsed inside me.
"Yeah," I sighed, imagining the last of his cum oozing out of his cock and filling my shit chute along with all the rest.
"Damn, I'm gonna miss this," he panted as he pushed his hips forward and drove his spent cock deeper into me.
"Me too, Buddy," I assured him.
"Is everything alright?" Mom yelled from the other side of my bedroom door. "What was that yelling about?"
"Nothing, Mom. Louis just lost another round in the game we're playing. He really fucked it up," I couldn't resist adding.
"What you're language, Bobby. It's not too late to punish you, you know."
Louis grinned and slapped my ass. "You bad boy," he whispered with a grin.
"Okay, Mom. Sorry."
"That's better," she replied before walking away.
Louis collapsed on my back and I collapsed on the mattress. "I really am going to miss this... Miss you," he said before kissing me between the shoulder blades.
"I'm gonna miss you too," I assured him. "And not just your cock."
Silence fell over us. Our breathing slowly returned to normal. His cock softened and slid out of my ass. He rubbed his cheek on my back. "I really am going to miss you," he said.
"I'm not dying. I'm just joining the circus," I laughed.
"And who knows what clown is going to get to fuck you instead of me," he replied with a forced laugh.
"The one with the biggest shoes," I replied.
"You idiot," he laughed, rolling off of me.
I rolled over and looked at him. "It's only a year, Louis. I'll definitely be back for more of this," I said grabbing his semi-hard cock and tugging gently on it. "I'm hooked," I added with a grin. And that was the closest we'd ever been to a declaration of anything other than just fuckbuddies. We looked at each other solemnly for a few moments, but neither was willing to go any farther than that.
Suddenly, Louis grinned and said, "You'd better watch out for those clowns. You know how they like cramming themselves into their little car all together. There's no telling how many cocks they might try to cram up your ass at one time."
"I never thought of that. Now I can't wait to go!" I laughed.
*****
Grandpa was the first one I saw when I walked out of the airport terminal with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. "Grandpa!" I yelled as I ran to give him a huge bear hug, which he returned. Then he held me at arm's length to get a good look.
"Damn, Bobby, you seem to get bigger every time I see you."
"Well, Grandpa, some of us are grow-ers and some of us are show-ers," I laughed.
"Ain't that the truth," he replied as he wrapped his arm around my waist and I draped my arm around his shoulders. "I'm a show-er, myself," he whispered conspiratorially as we walked toward Dad, standing by a Warner World Circus truck at the curb.
"Grandpa!" I said with mock surprise before I looked down at his crotch, where his tight jeans confirmed the statement. Then back up at his face with a raised eyebrow. "Not bad for an old man."
"You little shit," he laughed, releasing my waist and pushing me away.
"What's so funny?" Dad asked.
"Hey, Dad," I greeted him before grabbing him for a tight hug. He must have been surprised, because there was a moment before I felt his arms wrapping around me and hugging me back.
"Your son's just being a smartass," Grandpa replied. "Don't you think he's grown?"
Dad held me at arm's length to take a look as well. "You've definitely been working out," Dad observed, squeezing my biceps just to confirm it. "Joe will be glad to see it."
"He wasn't too thrilled about getting stuck with a scrawny kid when he needs someone to do a man's job," Grandpa confirmed.
"I'm ready to pitch in and do whatever he needs doing," I said eagerly, "as soon as I drop this bag off at our trailer."
Dad looked nervously from me to Grandpa and back to me. "I'm sorry, Bobby, but..." He broke off and looked at Grandpa again.
Grandpa chimed in quickly. "The trailer's already too small for the two of us without your hulking frame taking up even more space."
"Oh," I said with obvious disappointment.
"I'm sorry, Bobby," Dad apologized again, "but you don't want to spend your nights on the lumpy old sofa, do you?"
"No, no problem," I finally said. "I'm just glad to be here with you two."
"That's settled, then," Grandpa said, taking my duffel bag off of my shoulder and tossing it in the back of the truck like it didn't weigh a thing.
"Joe said he'll put you up," Dad said as he walked around the truck and opened the driver's door. "He has a spare bed. Belonged to his assistant who had to leave last week."
Grandpa opened the passenger door and said casually, "He knocked up a girl a few towns back and decided to give up the road for her. That's what he gets for being pussy mad," he added with a wink.
Dad slammed his door shut, and I looked around to see him scowling at Grandpa. "He did the right thing."
Grandpa shoved me into the truck and then climbed in after me. "That's what you said you were doing after you knocked up Bobby's mom," Grandpa said casually as he slammed his own door shut.
"Dad!" my dad yelled.
"What?" Grandpa replied innocently. "It's not my fault you got tricked into trying your first pussy."
"That's enough!"
I looked at Dad, and it was clear that he wasn't in a joking mood. Not about Mom and me, anyway. "Don't worry, Dad," I assured him, "I kind of figured it out when I learned it takes nine months to pop out a baby but my birthday was only seven months after your wedding day."
"Brain as well as brawn. That's my boy," Grandpa laughed as he patted my thigh.
I couldn't resist... "You must have some powerful seed, Dad, if you hit the jackpot on your first try."
Dad looked at me with a shocked expression, but Grandpa burst out laughing and squeezed my thigh in approval. A momentary expression of surprise must have crossed my face when that squeeze caused my cock to throb. What the fuck? Too much horny chat. I forced a grin to cover the dirty thoughts that were suddenly filling my mind. Dirty thoughts about my own show-er grandpa! And my cock throbbed again.
"Well, look at the booby prize I won," Dad finally growled before starting the truck. He put it into gear but then turned his head toward me. "I'm glad you're here, Bobby." He then gave me a quick nod before turning his attention to the road and the drive back to the circus.
"Me too," Grandpa whispered in my ear as he gave my thigh another squeeze. "Me too." And my cock definitely started growing.
My brain wrested control away from my dick: "You need to find a fuckbuddy and fast! Otherwise, things could get really weird really fast."
*****
For the first couple weeks, Joe kept me busy with the animals and a lot of other odd jobs around the circus. He rarely let me out of his sight. I knew he just wanted to make sure I didn't screw up anything too bad at the start. He was strict, but fair. Not too talkative, though. Work, work, work. Eat when absolutely necessary. Then lights out for sleep...in separate twin beds. So, not even a chance of feeling some surprise wood pressed against me in the night. Yeah, I was really missing Louis' cock up my ass! Unfortunately, with Joe's schedule, I didn't really have time to scout around for a fuckbuddy. And if I wasn't working with Joe, I was spending time with Dad and Grandpa, trying to make up for all that lost time...if I could find them.
Once in a while, I would get up in the middle of the night or sneak off to the toilets during a rare break during the day and quickly rub out a load. It felt good and momentarily got my mind off of sex so I could get back to sleep or back to work. Then, during one fateful nighttime pud-pounding session, a vision of Grandpa suddenly popped into my head.
He was squeezing my thigh and licking his lips as I jacked off frantically. Then he urgently whispered, "Shoot that hot load for Grandpa!" That was all it took. I squeezed my eyes shut, bit my lip to avoid yelling, and blasted off. I felt the cum rushing through my throbbing cock and blasting into the toilet. Shot after shot. Splattering against the porcelain. Splashing in the water. I stifled a groan as my balls continued to empty their load. "Oh fuck," I hissed when I was finally done. Then I squeezed my softening shaft to work every drop of cum out of my cock. I let out a huge sigh of relief and shook off the last large bead of cum.
What was that all about? I couldn't stop thinking about Grandpa as I climbed into bed and tried to get back to sleep. Instead, my brain took another step and started imagining him opening up his jeans and releasing that "show-er" cock for me to admire. "Wanna suck your grandpa?" the vision asked casually. And without a word I slid back the foreskin (yes, I imagined Grandpa's cock as being uncut for some reason) and guided the leaking head into my mouth, sliding my wet lips down the warm, hard, pulsing shaft...and fell into a satisfied sleep.
"Time to get your ass out of bed," Joe yelled after slapping me on the ass to wake me up when morning arrived.
"What?" I muttered. My groggy mind was slow at grasping the situation, especially since Joe had never started the day like that before.
"Just because you spend your nights jacking off doesn't mean you can sleep in," he growled.
"What?!" I yelped as I sat up in bed.
Joe looked at me and grinned. "You forgot to flush after last night's fun. Had to flush your kids down the drain before I could take my morning shit."
"Oh shit, sorry," I muttered, completely embarrassed.
"Just get up and get dressed. We've got a full day ahead. And after the last show, we have to do the tear-down for travel tomorrow."
"Okay," I replied as I got up and started to get dressed. It was my first tear-down, so I wasn't sure what to expect, but I knew it was not a day to annoy Joe.
"And don't forget to flush next time," he threw over his shoulder as he left the trailer's bedroom.
After the ice had been broken, I kept thinking about asking Joe what guys on the crew did for sex when they really needed it and jacking off wasn't enough. But he was definitely not in the mood for chatting during the morning, and I didn't want to make things awkward, especially if he went off in the direction of pussy satisfaction. That's definitely not what I needed! But again, Joe kept me so busy that I really didn't have too much spare time for those distracting thoughts.
When lunchtime rolled around, Joe suggested heading back to his trailer for something to eat. I was still a bit embarrassed about him finding the toilet full of cum and didn't feel like eating in a silence that was even more awkward than normal.
"I promised Dad that I'd have lunch with him, before getting too tied up with the final show and the tear-down," I lied.
"Fair enough," Joe replied, "but don't think lunch with the boss means you can get back to work whenever you want."
"I won't. Thirty minutes top."
"Enjoy it. It's the last real break you'll have until everything is ready for the road tonight. Even dinner will just be a grab and go."
"Okay, thanks," I said, before heading off to find Dad and Grandpa. It had been a lie, but I really did want to have lunch with them after I'd said that I was going to. At least then I wouldn't have been totally lying to Joe.
I tried the concession tent first, but they weren't there. Thinking ahead, I grabbed three burgers and some fries, then I started off to the area where some games were set up to entertain the kids between shows...and earn a few more bucks. Not there either. The guy running the ring toss said he thought he saw them heading over to the trailer area not long before. I checked my watch quickly to see how much time I had already wasted. I was running out of time, but there was still enough left to share the burgers with Dad and Grandpa if they were in their trailer. And they could tell me more about the tear-down and the move and everything. "Thanks," I said to the guy at the ring toss, then I hustled on over to the trailers.
As I caught my breath from the run, I was surprised to see that the latch was not firmly shut on Dad's trailer door. I hesitated for a moment, but then I decided that I should check it out in case someone had broken in. With my breathing under control, I quietly opened the door and stepped inside. Everything looked in order. The place hadn't been ransacked or anything. I was about to call out to ask if there was anyone there, but I stopped when I heard a moan. Not a pain moan. A pleasure moan. I'd made that sound enough with Louis that I knew it without a doubt. Had Dad or Grandpa brought a woman back to the trailer for some "afternoon delight"?
I cautiously closed the trailer door behind me and inched toward the bedroom door. It was open a crack as well. I smiled, thinking I wasn't the only one who could be forgetful when sex was involved. Another moan increased my curiosity, while a low guttural groan (which I'd also experienced often when Louis was fucking me) surprised me. I leaned into the crack in the door to get a peek inside...and to get the real surprise of my life.
There in the middle of the queen-size bed was my dad...naked and on all fours...with Grandpa kneeling behind him and FUCKING him doggy style. I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp, but then I just kept watching Grandpa slowly swaying his hips, sliding his dick in and out of Dad's ass. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed, and Grandpa gently rubbed Dad's butt cheeks, spreading them apart and slowly driving his hard cock into Dad's ass.
"Aren't you glad I suggested having Bobby stay with Joe?" Grandpa asked softly.
"Oh yeah," Dad sighed again. "Wasn't sure how we were going to manage otherwise."
"We could have just asked him to join us," Grandpa replied casually as he continued feeding his throbbing, rock-hard cock into my dad's guts.
"What?!" Dad yelped, looking over his shoulder at Grandpa, who didn't miss a fucking beat.
"Trust me, that's one horny kid you've got there," Grandpa grinned. "I wouldn't be surprised if Joe is enjoying some new perks for his job."
"Really?" Dad asked. "You think Bobby...?"
"I think that's boy's as horny as his dad and grandpa put together, with the added enthusiasm of insatiable youth."
"Oh shit," Dad replied with enthusiasm. "Fuck me, Dad," he ordered as he turned his face forward and then dropped his head back in total abandon.
"Whatever you want, Son," Grandpa growled, reaching out to grab Dad's hair and pull his head back even farther as he increased the pace of his smooth, gliding thrusts.
"Oh fuck, yeah," Dad moaned, swaying his ass back and forth on his dad's plunging cock, just as I enjoyed swaying into Louis thrusts. "That's it, Dad. That's it."
"Tighter, boy," Grandpa growled, and I knew Dad was squeezing his ass muscles as tight as he could, just as I did for Louis. "Yeah, that's a good boy," Grandpa hissed.
"Breed me, Dad." I couldn't believe my ears. My own dad begging to be fucked! By his own dad! I had to adjust my straining cock in my jeans. The whole thing had me so horned up! I could feel my own excitement growing as Grandpa grabbed Dad's hips firmly and really began fucking him.
"Take it, Son," Grandpa growled as he thrust deep and hard into Dad.
"Fuck yeah," Dad groaned as Grandpa pulled out and thrust in again. And again. And again. Moans and groans and the slapping of flesh filled the trailer as I watched Grandpa fucking his deliriously happy son. Swaying in rhythm. Fucking in rhythm. Enjoying an obviously long-established father-son rhythm.
"You ready for some daddy jizz?" Grandpa finally grunted.
"Fuck yeah," Dad confirmed.
"That's what I like to hear," Grandpa grunted as he suddenly switched gears and started really rabbit fucking Dad's ass.
"YES!" Dad yelled as his dad really assaulted his hole. Filling it hard and fast with a throbbing, pulsing cock that was about to explode.
"GET READY!" Grandpa growled.
"ALWAYS!" Dad moaned.
"FUCK YEAH!" Grandpa roared as he slammed his dick balls deep into Dad's ass.
"BREED ME!" Dad yelled.
"FUCKING FILLING YOU WITH DADDY CUM!" Grandpa yelled back. His body shook and quivered. His ass flexed, pumping cum into dad and then driving it deep inside. Grunting. Grunting. Grunting. Then Grandpa suddenly inhaled deeply and held it. His body shook one last time, and then he exhaled slowly. "Fuck yeah," he sighed as the panting started to subside. "Your turn, Son," he finally whispered before leaning over Dad's back, wrapping his arm around Dad's side, and grabbing Dad's rock-hard cock.
I'd been so fixated on Grandpa fucking his cock into Dad that I never really looked at what Dad had bouncing below his belly. When I did focus on it, I gulped. Grandpa's fist could barely get around it and it was definite a long stroke up the veiny shaft from balls to leaking tip. I couldn't help licking my lips!
"Won't take long," Dad laughed.
"Never does," Grandpa laughed back as his fist flew up and down Dad's shaft.
"Beat me, Dad," my own dad begged. "Do it. Pound my pud."
"My pleasure, Son," Grandpa chuckled. "Never get tired of this."
"That's good," Dad moaned. "I really need it."
"Me too, Son, me too," Grandpa growled as he began to pant with excitement again.
"OH FUCK!" Dad suddenly yelled, and I saw the first load of cum blast out of his cock and streak across the sheets. "DON'T STOP!" he begged as Grandpa jacked another load out of him and another and another.
"Empty those balls, boy," Grandpa growled as he kept pumping Dad's cock.
I licked my lips again as more cum oozed out of Dad's dick with the trail swaying in the air as Grandpa switched the pumping to a slow, firm stroke. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as the bead of cum finally dripped onto the sheets and Grandpa worked another bead up Dad's shaft and out of the slit. "That's it, Dad," my own dad finally sighed. "Running on empty now," he chuckled.
"That makes two of us," Grandpa laughed as he slowly collapsed onto Dad's back and then both of them slowly sank down onto the cum-splattered sheets.
I couldn't help rubbing my own throbbing cock as my dad and grandpa slowly recovered from the first family fuck I'd ever seen. And it was in my own family!
"Did you really mean what you said about Bobby, or were you just trying to get me going," Dad finally ask.
I held my breath waiting for the answer.
Grandpa grinned for a second, then he said, "I can almost guarantee you he's one horny fucker. Whether he wants what you and I have... Well, your guess is as good as mine, Son."
I watched as Dad managed to roll over under Grandpa before they started to kiss. A gentle, loving, satisfied kiss. I backed away from the door with my mind reeling from what I'd just seen. After I'd stepped out of the trailer and closed the door as quietly as I could, with just a soft click letting me know it was finished, my brain said, "You know you want it, Bobby." I just grinned, knowing it was true, then I remembered Joe and looked at my watch. "Fuck!" I growled and started a headlong race back to work.
Joe was checking his watch when I dashed up to him at the rails of the horse corral. "Sorry if I'm late," I panted, trying to catch my breath and being very relieved that my cock had gone down during the run.
"What's that for?" Joe asked, looking at the bag in my hand.
"Burgers and fries that I bought to share with Dad and Grandpa," I replied. Well, it wasn't a lie! "But I couldn't find them," I gasped. Okay, that was definitely a lie.
"You're saying you still haven't had lunch?" Joe frowned, checking his watch again. "Well, you actually have a couple minutes left. Sit down and get something into that belly of yours," he growled.
"Thanks," I muttered, sitting down on a huge old stump and opening the bag as Joe leaned against the rails and just watched the horses. "You want one? I can probably manage two, but not three."
Joe turned and looked at me for a second. "I guess a little extra energy wouldn't hurt," he finally said as he walked over to the stump, sat beside me, and took the burger that I held out to him. "Thanks."
I gulped down the first burger in record time as Joe took slower bites from his. "Fries?" I asked, holding out the bag to him.
Joe shrugged, reached inside and pulled out a few fries. "Thanks," he replied before feeding them into his mouth and then taking another bite of the burger. Definitely a man of few words. I finished the first burger, had a few more fries, and then started the second burger. I hadn't realized just how hungry I was, but I was sure glad Joe was letting me eat instead of putting me straight back to work.
As I took the final bite of my second burger, Joe took the final bite of his first. He licked his lips and without asking reached into the bag and brought out a fistful of fries. I must have looked surprised, because he said quickly, "Thanks."
"No problem," I said. "Take all you want."
"Thanks," he replied. Like I said, a man of few words. We just sat in silence, eating fries and looking at the horses. Suddenly, one of the stallions stretched his hind legs out behind him, unsheathed the biggest horse cock I'd ever seen, and let loose a flood of steaming piss.
I almost spit out the fries in my mouth, but I managed to gulp them down and come up with just a nervous childish giggle. Joe looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Grow up," he said before looking back at the still-pissing horse. The order was gruff, but I could have sworn he was fighting a smile.
I took a chance. "You gotta admit that's a big dick!" I laughed.
"I've seen bigger," he replied flatly.
And I took another chance. "I wonder what it feels like to have such a huge dick." My mouth was talking about the horse, but my brain was wondering about my dad.
"Feels good," Joe answered, still without any particular emotion.
"How would you know?" I laughed.
Joe turned his head and looked me dead in the eye. "I just know," he finally replied cryptically, then he patted his crotch and gave me a wink before turning his attention back to the horses.
I gulped and stared at his crotch. I'd never looked before, but those jeans were obviously fully packed. And if he was a grow-er! I gulped and looked back at the horse as its stream of piss finally began to dwindle.
Joe cleared his throat. "I think he has the right idea. Better empty the bladder before getting on with the work."
I watched nervously as he stepped around past the stump and behind another still-living tree that cut off the view of him from the circus grounds. I waited and listened, but I didn't hear any pissing. I waited. "Better go while you have the chance," Joe finally called.
I gulped and walked around the tree to join him. And then I stopped and stared. He was just standing there and staring into the distance with his dick hanging out of the front of his jeans. And I do mean HANGING. "Wow." I just couldn't help myself. If that thing was a grow-er... Fuck me! I almost laughed at the thought but controlled myself.
"Now you believe me?" he chuckled.
"Oh yeah," I laughed back. "Nice."
"Thanks," he replied, back to monosyllables, then his cock flexed and a stream of piss started flowing.
I nervously stepped up beside Joe and unzipped my jeans. I'd always been confident in the size of my cock, even if it was a grow-er, but Dad and Joe definitely had me beat. And by quite a few impressive inches. I pulled out my dick and tried to relax enough for the piss to flow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joe sneak a peek before quickly looking back out at the distance.
"Yeah, I know it's not as big as yours," I muttered.
"But I've seen proof that it does the necessary," Joe laughed. "It looked like a pretty nice load, too. Even if you shot some of it on the floor instead of in the toilet."
"I was half asleep," I chuckled nervously, and the relaxation finally started my piss flowing.
Still looking into the distance, Joe said casually, "I could use something to wash down that burger and fries." My piss seized up. "If you're into that sort of thing," he added as his own piss stream began to dwindle.
"Are you serious?" I blurted out.
"Only if you are," Joe replied, still not looking at me. He just slowly stroked the long shaft of his cock to work out all of the piss before shaking off the final drops. When I didn't reply, he finally asked, "Or is your tank dry already?"
"You... I... I never thought... Are you...?"
"I'm thirsty," he growled, finally turning to look me in the eye again. "Are you interested or not. And if you're not, I'd better never hear a fucking word about this." He was suddenly very talkative, which made me smile. "That smile better be a fucking yes, because if it's not..."
"It's a yes, if you're really that thirsty," I continued to smile.
Joe suddenly glanced around nervously to make sure we were definitely out of sight. "I haven't had a good drink in a long time," he said as he sank to his knees and I turned to face him. He reached out and grabbed my cock to pull me toward him. A jolt went through my body and I could already feel my dick stiffening in his hot, sweaty hand.
"Better hurry before it gets too hard," I warned him. Joe just grinned and gave my cock a few slow strokes as it grew but he managed to keep it pointed toward his mouth. "Oh god, hurry," I moaned.
Joe licked his lips, opened his mouth, and leaned forward to engulf my cock. I moaned when I felt his hot, wet mouth forming a seal around my straining shaft. Then he just casually tapped my thigh, and I knew he was ready. "Oh fuck," I muttered, trying to relax enough to piss through a semi that was going to be full wood in no time. I looked down at Joe with embarrassed desperation. He just sucked on my cock casually and gave me an encouraging wink... And the piss began to flow.
Joe's eyes lit up with pleasure as his mouth filled with a flood of my hot piss. He gulped and gulped as he continued looking up at me and I continued emptying my bladder into him. And then I suddenly began to feel my cock surrounded by the hot fluid that had just passed through it. I looked at Joe with surprise. His eyes smiled and he tapped on my thigh. I guessed what he wanted and quickly contracted my muscles to shut off the flow.
"Oh god," I moaned when he began sloshing my piss around in his mouth like he was gargling with it or something. Hot piss washing back and forth over my cock. Giving it a warm, sensual, fucking amazing bath. "You're sick," I grinned down at him and he shrugged before quickly gulping down the load. Then he tapped my thigh again, and I relaxed to give him more piss to drink.
Not just drink. Guzzle. He was really devouring my flow, and I could see the excitement in his eyes, which only dwindled slightly as my piss flow dwindled. Hey, I only had so much piss to give. "That was fucking amazing," I suddenly blurted out, thinking we were done after my bladder was emptied. But Joe wasn't done!
He sucked the head of my dick further into his mouth and began slurping on it, getting every drop of piss that clung to my shaft. Eagerly searching for more. Wanting more. Needing more. "The only other thing you're gonna get now is cum," I finally laughed. He looked up at me, and he didn't have to say a word. "Fine, if that's what you want, it's all yours." I ran my fingers through his dark, curly hair and whispered, "Suck my dick, Joe."
He gave me a wink and continued eagerly working on my cock in an attempt to get his second reward as quickly as possible. And after having watched Grandpa breeding Dad and having Joe drink my piss, I was already on the road to providing the reward Joe wanted. Joe pumped my cock firmly and eagerly as he sucked on the head and worked his tongue all around the shaft.
"You are so fucking hot," I growled looking down at him, and he seemed pleased with the compliment. I then twined my fingers in his silky hair to create some leverage for finally fucking his mouth. His eyes lit up again as I took control and drove my cock into his hungry mouth and down his piss-slick throat. He relaxed and let me in. All the way. Deep throat. No gag at all! Just taking my plunging cock like a pro as my cum-filled balls slapped against his chin!
"Oh fuck," I grunted and froze when he grabbed my balls firmly and tugged on them. And squeezed them. And pulsed them in his warm grasp. "You want what's inside, don't you," I grinned.
"Mmmph!" he bellowed, sucking hungrily on my cock and playing with my balls.
"Then get ready, because I'm about to cum, Boss," I growled as I tightened my grip and really began skull fucking him. Joe just groaned with pleasure and abandoned himself to the cock plunging down his throat. Again and again and again.
Joe moaned and squeezed my balls tighter, pulsing his grip, trying to pump the cum out of them. "Almost there!" I growled, really yanking his face into my crotch and driving my cock down his wide-open throat. "Oh fuck," I grunted when I suddenly felt his throat close down on my cock and the muscles rippled on my flesh as if he was literally swallowing me. It was too much. "FUCK!" I roared as I thrust my cock into him and it blasted the first shot of jizz to cream his throat.
Joe quickly shoved me back to pull the head of my cock out of his throat. "Mmmph!" he bellowed as my balls continued to empty into his mouth. Coating his tonsils. Covering his tongue. Running down his gums. Load after load after load.
"Oh shit," I moaned with pure pleasure as I felt him sloshing my own cum all around his mouth and over my cock, just as he had done with my piss. "Eat me," I growled when I couldn't stand it anymore, and Joe obediently swallowed and swallowed and swallowed until his mouth was drained of cum and his belly was filled.
"For the strong, silent type, you sure have some skills," I mumbled as he continued sucking on my spent cock, not willing to give it up yet. Gently caressing my emptied balls. Sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. "Oh fuck," I finally groaned when I couldn't stand it anymore.
Joe slurped on my cock as it finally slipped out from between his lips. He licked those shiny luscious lips, and then he said... "Thanks."
"For the piss? The cum? The compliment?" I laughed.
"Everything," he replied before grasping my deflating cock and giving it one last long, slow suck. "Yeah, everything," he grinned up at me as he carefully tucked my dick back into my underwear and zipped up my jeans. "It tasted even better hot from the tap than cold from the bathroom floor," he said casually as he stood up and got ready to put his own cock away.
"No way! Really?"
Joe shrugged with an embarrassed smile. "I figured I might as well enjoy what perks I could get from having a hot young man living with me, tormenting my cock every night he got undressed to his 'tighty whities' but climbed into his own bed instead of mine."
"You want me to take care of that for you," I asked, looking down as he grabbed his cock to put it away. "I will. I want to. Really. I love cock, " I assured him.
"Good to know, but it's time to get back to work," he smiled.
"If you say so," I replied with obvious disappointment as I picked up the bag and ate a few of the remaining fries.
Joe reached into the bag and pulled out a few fries. He ate a couple and then a wicked grin spread across his face. "So," he asked, "did you really not find your dad and grandpa for lunch, or did you find them and realize you were interrupting their pre-tear-down ritual?"
My mouth just dropped open in stunned silence. Then I quickly recovered, or at least I thought I did. "What ritual?"
Joe let out a belly laugh before draping his arm around my shoulder and leading me back out from behind the tree. "If you didn't discover their ritual, Bobby, I'm not giving it away."
I stopped, stepped back from Joe, and looked him dead in the eyes. He just raised an eyebrow and waited. The silent type! Now or never. "You mean Grandpa fucks Dad every time the circus gets ready to leave a town?" I held my breath, hoping I hadn't fucked everything up for them.
Joe grinned, put his arm around my shoulder again, and started leading me on. "So you found them after all. Shocked?"
"Aren't you?" I blurted.
"Maybe I was when I walked in on them going at it a dozen years ago," Joe replied, "but not after they invited me to join them...and a few others."
"Others?"
"Yeah, they have their own private lunchtime ritual on the last day...and then a few of us join them in their trailer for an all-male group ritual at night after everything is packed up and ready to move. Just a good way to wind down after all the hard work. Not everyone joins in the ritual every time, though. Some only come when they can slip away from their wives who are too tired to put out at home." When Joe got started talking, he could really talk!
"An orgy?"
"Now that sounds more eager than shocked," Joe laughed.
"Then everyone knows Dad and Grandpa fuck each other?" I was a little disappointed to learn that I was apparently the last to know what was going on in my own family. Did Mom now? My mind was racing, but Joe stopped it.
"As far as I know," Joe replied, "I'm the only one in on that little secret. And now you. I hope you're man enough to keep it to yourself."
"I wouldn't do anything to get them in trouble!" I objected defensively.
"Glad to hear it. Now calm down," he added with a laugh. "For the record, they never play together in front of others at the tear-down ritual. But they do fuck and suck with everyone else if the mood is right. It's pretty much a free-for-all with that one exception."
"Maybe they just haven't drunk enough," I laughed.
"Don't even joke about it," Joe warned me sternly.
"Yes, Boss," I replied, giving him a cocky salute.
"Now let's get back to work," he said gruffly before heading toward the corral.
As we were feeding the horses a little while later, I had a sudden thought. "Is it just for the manual labor?"
"What?"
"The orgy, sorry, the ritual? Just the laborers, or do the performers join in as well?"
"A couple of the performers have joined in occasionally," Joe finally answered. "Why?"
"I don't suppose anyone wears their costume."
"Some do," he confirmed grudgingly. "They think it's...kinky to 'perform' for the bosses."
"Any clowns?" I asked eagerly with a grin.
"A couple... Now and then..." Joe continued to look at me warily. "Why?" he finally asked.
"And makeup?" I pursued innocently. "I don't suppose they actually wear their makeup?"
"What's that dirty little mind of yours up to?"
I decided to tell Joe my plan, in case he thought it was a really bad idea. I couldn't do it without him anyway.
*****
"Hey, Joe, you're a little early," Dad said later that evening when he opened up the door of his trailer and discovered Joe and a clown standing before him. Yes, it was me wearing a clown costume that Joe had scrounged up for me, along with heavy clown makeup. Dad looked at me a little quizzically, not really able to place me as one of his clowns...for the obvious reason.
"I know," Joe replied grumpily. He'd agreed to go along with my plan, but he wasn't thrilled with it. "But the work's all done as far as we're concerned, so I thought I would join you." Joe looked at me again with a slight frown. "And get the party started," he finished, with little real enthusiasm.
"Well, if everything's ready to hit the road in the morning, come on in," Dad agreed, stepping back to let us in. "Make yourselves comfortable. I need to take a quick shower before the fun begins." Dad stopped at the bedroom door and looked back at me one more time. "Why am I not able to place you?" He delivered it casually, but he obviously thought something was going on.
"Sorry, Frank," Joe broke in quickly to distract Dad. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind...or that there would be so many horny guys here before us," he continued with a nervous laugh, "that you wouldn't notice an extra guest."
"So... you're not with the circus?" Dad asked as he walked back toward us. On guard.
"He's a local, Frank. But if you're worried about his skills, I can vouch for that," Joe joked. "I've never had any complaints, have I?" he asked, winking at me. I shook my head and slipped easily into my clown role. I licked my lips and mimed jacking a cock in front of my face. Suddenly, the imaginary cock when off and shot a load of cum in my eye. I wiped the cum out of my eye and started to flick it on the floor, but then I changed my mind and sucked my fingers clean. A huge smile spread across my face as I rubbed my satisfied belly.
Dad laughed and shook his head. "Well, if you need your own entertaining playmate this evening, Joe, he's welcome to join the fun." He headed off to the bedroom but then stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "How old are you, son?"
"He's legal!" Joe assured him quickly, and I nodded my head eagerly to confirm it. "Twenty-one, I think he said." I shook my head no. "Twenty," Joe corrected himself. I shook my head no again. "Nineteen?" I motioned lower. "Eighteen," he growled, "and that's my final offer." I frantically nodded my head yes, with the clown wig curls bouncing all over, then I gave him a big hug before flashing ten fingers and then eight fingers at Dad.
"I think we've found someone who talks even less than you do, Joe," Dad laughed. "Well, if you're really sure he's not jailbait, the more the merrier." I impulsively ran up to Dad and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bright red mark. I quickly pulled a huge hanky out of the pocked of my baggy pants and rubbed frantically at the spot. "Okay, okay," Dad laughed. "Don't overdo it." I nodded eagerly and then grabbed my lapel to show Dad the huge yellow daisy in my buttonhole. "I'm too old to fall for that, son," he laughed. "Besides, there's only one thing I want shot in my face tonight, and it's not water from a daisy," he added before disappearing into the bedroom.
"You're fucking nuts," Joe growled when I rushed back over to him.
"Just playing the game."
"Your game's gonna get us both fired if your dad finds out and doesn't think it's funny! I don't know how I let you talk me into this."
"Because I promised you this," I said, shoving him backward into an easy chair and quickly unzipping his jeans to release his horse cock. "Or did I promise it to myself?" I laughed.
"Like your dad catching me with your mouth on my cock is gonna help things," he grumbled...but his dick still throbbed in my grasp and stiffened in spite of his misgivings.
"Then we'd better enjoy it while we can," I said before eagerly grabbing Joe's dick and guiding it into my mouth.
"Oh yeah," he sighed as my hot mouth warmed the head of his cock and my saliva slicked up his shaft. "I've been waiting all afternoon for this, Bobby," he whispered. "Glad to know I wasn't wrong about your talents," he moaned as I slid my hand up and down his shaft while teasing his cockhead with my tongue. He reached under my chin and freed his balls from his jeans as well. "Might as well go for broke," he muttered as I began to caress his hairy balls. "Yeah, that's it, boy," he growled. "Let's get this party started."
I savored the taste of his sweet precum as he started oozing into my mouth. Then I let the head pop out so I could lick up and down that thick, veiny shaft. I could feel the heat on my face and taste the salt of his sweat. Then I nuzzled my nose against his balls and inhaled his musky scent with a moan. "You dirty boy," he growled as I started giving his balls a tongue bath.
"Who's a dirty boy?" Grandpa asked as he emerged from the bedroom with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh nice," Grandpa said when he saw the clown sucking on Joe's cock. "You don't waste time," he laughed.
"It's been a long day," Joe sighed. "Need some relief."
"You and me both," Grandpa replied, stepping up beside the chair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove the towel and toss it over his shoulder...revealing the UNCUT cock I'd imagined! "Care to help an old man out," he asked Joe as he started slowly stroking his cock in Joe's face.
"Anything for you, Pop," Joe replied, reaching out and taking Grandpa's cock in his hand. After a few more strokes to get it ready, Joe slid the hood back and then pulled Grandpa's dick into his mouth. My eyes were locked on Grandpa's dick as Joe swallowed it, but I never stopped sucking on Joe's cock. Both men were moaning in unison.
"Everyone calls me Pop," Grandpa said, and it was obviously meant for me. "My boy Frank says you're just joining us for some going-away circus fun." I combined nodding my head with bobbing up and down on Joe's cock. "Quite a mouthful, ain't he," Grandpa laughed.
"Mmmph," I agreed.
Joe slid Grandpa's cock out of his mouth and said, "So are you, Pop."
"I've never had any complaints about being too small," Grandpa laughed.
"Me either," Joe agreed before taking Grandpa's dick into his mouth again and sucking eagerly on it.
"Is he as good as he looks," Grandpa asked as he started to slowly fuck his cock into Joe's mouth.
"Mmmph," Joe confirmed, thrusting his hips up gently to drive his cock into me.
"Might have to try him out later," Grandpa replied casually, "to see if he's as good as his dad."
Joe and I pulled the cocks out of our mouths to blurt "Pop!" and "Grandpa!" in unison.
Grandpa let out a belly laugh. "Relax. I saw you watching us through the crack in the door this afternoon."
"I..."
"He..."
"It made fucking your dad even hotter than usual," he grinned down at me. "Too bad you didn't join us."
"You think Frank would be up for that?" Joe asked.
"Why else did you bring his boy here tonight, if not to find out?" Grandpa asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It was his idea!" Joe objected quickly, which made Grandpa laugh again.
"I don't doubt that. Any boy who greets his grandpa with talk about grow-ers and show-ers and can barely tear his eyes away from my crotch isn't as innocent as he looks. I've been wondering about that boy's interest in some family fun ever since that chat."
I released Joe's cock and quickly scooted over to Grandpa. "Sorry, Joe," I apologized, "but does this answer your question, Grandpa?"
"Fuck!" Joe hissed as he watched Grandpa's cock slide into my mouth, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him rapidly stroking his cock has he watched me suck my own grandpa's dick. Eagerly. Hungrily. Taking it in. Swallowing it. Devouring it. Burying my nose in his pubes and feeling the head and shaft filling my throat.
"This is one talented clown," Grandpa confirmed.
"No kidding. Wish he had two mouths," Joe laughed.
"Won't an ass do?"
"I don't think he's ready yet to take this up his ass," Joe replied with disappointment as he continued stroking his horse cock.
"You might be right," Grandpa conceded as he fucked my mouth. "It took even me a few tries."
"To do what?" Dad asked as he emerged naked from the bedroom.
"Take Joe's cock up my ass," Grandpa laughed. I froze and looked up at Grandpa with his cock still in my mouth. "Yeah, boy, I like to take cock up the ass now and then too. Is that a problem?"
"Mmmph," I replied and resumed eagerly sucking on Grandpa's meat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad move to stand on the other side of Joe's chair and start stroking his own shaft while he watched me sucking his dad.
"I don't know where you found him," my dad said as Joe reached out and took Dad's shaft in his fist to stroke him casually, "but I think he's going to be the hit of the party."
"Why don't you give his ass a try?" Grandpa asked casually.
"Pop!" Joe objected quickly.
"Well, we've already agreed he's not ready for your monster, and from the way he's working my cock, I think he really wants to get fucked."
"Mmmph!" I confirmed, quickly getting on all fours and waving my ass at my own dad!
"Are you sure, Pop?" Joe asked.
"Oh yeah, I wanna see this," Grandpa growled. "Go for it, Son."
"You have first rights, Joe," my dad said. "If you don't want me to..."
"I wouldn't mind seeing it," Joe whispered softly as he resumed stroking his cock again.
"There, this boy's ass is all yours," Grandpa confirmed, beginning to really fuck my mouth with the excited anticipation of watching his son fuck his grandson for the first time.
Dad knelt behind me and gently rubbed my firm butt cheeks through the silky clown costume before fumbling around in search of the waistband.
"The seat's torn. Just fuck him," Joe growled and then froze. He'd been too eager, and he knew it. There had been something different in that growl. Something desperate for satisfaction.
Grandpa froze too. We all froze. But it was too late. Dad looked between Joe and Grandpa, and he knew something was up.
"Pop?" Joe said nervously.
"Don't go blaming Joe," Grandpa ordered. "It wasn't his idea. The boy just wants--"
But Dad cut him off in mid-sentence by yelling, "Bobby!"
I took a chance and decided to go the clown route. With Grandpa's cock still stuffed in my mouth, I pointed at Dad's cock, then I pointed at my ass, then I pointed at Dad's cock again, then I pointed at my ass again and shook it eagerly.
"I think that's pretty clear," Grandpa laughed before starting to fuck my mouth and throat again. I could feel the excitement building and sucked him eagerly in anticipation of what was to come.
"He really wants it," Joe said softly. "I wouldn't have gone along with his plan if I didn't think it was what he really wanted."
"But..." Dad didn't know what to say anymore.
"He saw your dad fucking you this afternoon," Joe grumbled. "He just wants to share what you two have. Fuck, Frank, he just wants his dad to fuck him! I know how he feels. I feel it every time Pop fucks me. He's the dad I never had, and it makes me happy to make hm feel good."
"Is that really what you want, Bobby," Dad finally asked.
"Mmmph," I confirmed softly around Grandpa's thrusting dick.
"It's damn sure what I want to see," Grandpa laughed. "Give your boy what he wants!"
I waited motionlessly, and then I finally felt the costume fabric moving and the heat of Dad's cock as it slid through the opening and pressed forward between my butt cheeks. I let out a long, satisfied moan when the head of Dad's cock finally found my pucker. "Lube!" Dad suddenly said and pulled back.
"He thought of that too," Joe laughed. "Add some to your cock if you want, but his asshole is all lubed up and ready to be entered by his dad."
"Fuck," Dad muttered, and to my eager ears, it sounded like heartfelt praise for a son who planned ahead. I felt his cock slide back between my butt cheeks and find my asshole again. He pressed gently forward, then whispered, "Relax, Bobby, let me in."
I inhaled around Grandpa's cock, held the breath, and relaxed, just as I'd always done when Louis fucked me back home. But Dad was bigger than Louis. So was Grandpa. And Joe definitely was! I had a lot of relaxing ahead of me. Dad pushed harder but still gently. Gripping my hip with one hand, he slid his other hand into my costume to hold his cock on target as he pushed. "Relax," he whispered again, and I repeated my breathing exercise. When I finally exhaled, Dad pushed harder, and with a grunt from both of us, he was inside. "Oh fuck," Dad panted with excitement. "I'm in."
"Mmmph," I agreed.
"Now you know what I've been feeling all these years," Grandpa said. "It's hot being inside your own son, isn't it." Grandpa continued fucking my mouth with more enthusiasm as he got more excited by what he was watching.
"It sure does," Dad sighed, as he slowly pushed his throbbing meat deeper and deeper into my ass. Deeper than Louis had ever gone. Filling me. Stretching me. Exploring me. Until he was finally all the way in. I breathed rapidly and tried to remain relaxed. I'd taken more cock than I'd ever taken before, and I liked it. I looked aside at Joe stroking his cock and wondered when I would be able to take him as easily.
Then I just reached out and started stroking Joe's cock. Slowly. Rhythmically. Firmly. He sighed and then whispered, "Thanks." I felt him settling back in the chair just to enjoy the strokes of my hand while he watched me getting fed and bred by my grandpa and dad.
"I don't know how long I can last," Dad moaned as he began slowly sliding his pulsing cock in and out of my quivering ass. "It feels so good."
"His mouth ain't too bad either," Grandpa moaned as I worked my magic at his end as well.
"Sure is a sight to behold," Joe moaned as my fist slid up and down his thick shaft.
"Never thought this would be the result of letting him take a year off from school," Dad moaned, and I could feel him slowly but definitely increasing his fucking thrusts.
"I think we can teach him a lot in a year," Grandpa chuckled.
"Looks to me like he already knows a lot," Joe observed.
"Mmmph," I mumbled in appreciation for the compliment.
"Come on, Son, fuck that ass," Grandpa suddenly growled. "He can take it. I know he wants it."
"Yes, Dad," my dad replied obediently, which would have made me laugh if my mouth hadn't been full of Grandpa's cock. Then Dad gripped my hips and really began pounding me with his hard daddy dick. Grandpa gripped the sides of my head and began to fuck my mouth as eagerly as my dad was fucking my ass.
"Fucking hot," Joe growled as I pumped his cock. "Fuck him, boys."
"Oh god, Dad, I really can't last for much longer," my dad moaned.
"I'm ready when you are, Son," Grandpa informed him.
"Let's do this," Dad grunted, really slamming his cock into me. Driving me onto Grandpa's cock. Back and forth. On and off. Being worked between them. Fucked at both ends.
"Faster, Bobby," Joe begged, and I tried to pump his dick as fast as I could while being shoved back and forth by cock at both ends. "Oh yeah, that's it," he panted. "Faster. Faster."
I sped up my pumping and both Dad and Grandpa sped up their fucking. Faster and faster. All of us moving together. Panting. Moaning. Groaning. Flesh slapping flesh. Dad's balls slapping my ass. Grandpa's balls slapping my chin. Joe's balls bouncing under my fist. Faster and faster to the finish line.
"FUCK!" Dad suddenly roared and thrust forward into me.
"SHIT!" Grandpa shouted and shoved his cock down my throat.
"FILL HIM WITH CUM!" Joe yelled out as his dick throbbed in my fist.
"I AM!" Dad growled as his cock started blasting his seed into my ass.
"ME TOO!" Grandpa grunted as his cock began spurting his creamy jizz down my throat.
"FUCK!" grunted Joe right before his cock erupted and sent cum flying into the air and falling back down on my still-stroking fist.
And then all three of them froze. "Oh fuck," they sighed in unison as they relaxed. Grandpa pulled his cock out of my throat so I could breathe, and more of his salty, tangy cum oozed out over my tongue. Dad pulled part of the way out of my ass, and I could feel his cum escaping and trickling down my inner thighs. Joe rubbed his hand over mine, spreading out his cum before sliding lower and coating his balls with the cum they'd just unloaded. I relaxed and enjoyed the moment.
"When's this party getting started?" someone yelled as he pounded on the trailer door.
"Oh fuck," Dad grunted as he swiftly pulled his spent cock out of my ass, releasing more cum to ooze down the inside of my thighs.
"Sure was," Grandpa laughed.
"They can't see Bobby in here!" Joe hissed.
"Why not?" Grandpa asked as he casually used his towel to wipe his dick clean before tossing it to Dad to do the same.
"Come on, open up!" the guy shouted as he pounded on the door again.
"Because I don't shoot enough to explain what's on me as well as what's in his mouth and ass," Joe growled.
"He's right," Dad agreed nervously. "We're all fucked if they see him and figure out what's been going on."
"I guess you're right," Grandpa finally admitted. "Okay, Bobby, out the back door."
"Where?" I asked as I quickly stood up.
"There's a door on the other side out from the bedroom," Dad clarified. "Hurry up."
"Okay, but I'll be back!" I assured them.
"I guessed you would be," Grandpa laughed. "Just don't expect a repeat public performance."
"I know," I said, as I hurried toward the bedroom, "we only fuck outsiders, not each other...as far as anyone else knows." I grinned as I closed the door on them.
"Well, well, look who it is! And you too! And three!" Grandpa bellowed. I didn't know who they were letting in, but the arrivals had definitely started.
"Looks like they started without us," someone said as I opened the outer backdoor and paused.
"Yeah," Grandpa laughed. "Joe just couldn't wait to blow his first load."
"When you gotta blow, you gotta blow," Joe laughed.
"Is that hot assistant of yours joining us, Joe?" someone asked.
"Gotta tell you I wouldn't mind fucking your grandson, Pop," someone else laughed. "Hope you don't mind me saying so."
"Me too," another chimed in.
"You'll have to ask him," Grandpa replied. "If he decides to come."
"He knows about tonight, then," the first guy who wanted to fuck me asked with obvious surprise. "He's up for it?"
"He knows," Dad confirmed. "Whether he wants to play around with your nasty asses is another question."
"I'd rather play around with HIS ass," the second guy who wanted to fuck me said, and they all laughed.
"It would be more fun than you just tossing your rings on his cock," Grandpa laughed.
"Don't worry," I said softly, remembering the hot ring-toss guy who'd sent me toward Dad's trailer that afternoon. "My ass will be back and ready to play. You definitely earned it, whether you know it or not." And with that, I slipped out of the door and hurried back to Joe's trailer to clean myself up before returning to the party to make my official debut alongside my three big tops. What a year it was going to be!
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