The weekend I was due to see Uncle Stan, Ginge went down with a cold, so I invited Glen. "Yeah, I'd love to come, the bitch can play with herself". I told him to bring an overnight bag.
On the way over, he said sex with his girlfriend had improved a lot, and thanked me. Stan was delighted to see us, and looked approvingly at Glen. We sat in the garden with a glass of wine to let Stan and Glen get to know each other. It was lovely to see them kiss. Their tops came off and I sprung a boner as Glen feasted on Stan's big nipples. I thought fuck it, stripped off and joined in. We went to the bedroom, with them tossing their clothes on the way. We lay with Stan in the middle. He worked his way down our young bodies, kissing and licking as he went. By the time he got to our cock, I was already dripping. Glen and I kissed as Stan sucked Glen and wormed a finger into my hole. He turned around and rimmed me, but instead of fucking me, he guided Glen in, the first time he had me. Stan came back up the bed, and we kissed as Glen pumped. We rolled over. I sat on Glen. Leaning forward to kiss, Stan took the chance to slide his big dick in alongside Glen to double dip me. "Fucking hell, guys. That feels amazing". Stan had more movement, spitting on his pole, and driving in. Glen's dick was on my prostate, making me ooze. Stan began to thrust, pulling right out, and pushing in again. He went harder, until he lost control, and filled me with his seed. As he slipped out, semen ran over Glen's balls. I lifted myself up a little, and Glen hammered into me. I came hands-free as Glen added his babies to Stan's. I took my time licking them both clean.
We went back into the garden, drinking and watching the sun go down, until it became chilly. We went back inside. I sat on the floor between Glen's legs, stroking his thighs. His erection grew again, so I moved out of the way, enabling Stan to sit on Glen's weapon. He began riding and tossing, making himself hard. They fell on the floor where Glen mounted him and plowed in. I gave Stan my dick to suck. Glen shot his second load. I wanked and fired down Stan's throat. More wine, and we went to bed. Glen slept with Stan, I took the spare room to have more space.
I was first up, showered, and had coffee on the go before the sleepy lovers appeared. We ate in the nude. Looking at the two of them made me horny. I decided I wanted to fuck my Uncle. I went around the back of his chair, nuzzling into his neck and whispering that I wanted to fuck him. We went back to his bedroom. Glen followed and gently masturbated as we made out. I licked his crack and tongue fucked him. Stan turned onto all fours, and I penetrated and thrust hard. Gripping his hips, I fucked furiously, and unloaded with a grunt. I pulled out, spunk dribbling out of him and dripping onto the sheet. Glen took over and pummelled just as hard, exploding quite quickly. Stan rolled over and tossed himself. Glen and I dressed and thanked Stan for his hospitality.
On the way home, Glen thanked me for inviting him, saying he couldn't cum as much and as often with a girl. The hedonism of being with me really turns him on. I didn't let him go without one more lingering kiss.
I was invited by a couple of bears, not my usual type, but I was hungry for cock. Neither ginge or Glen were free, so I risked it alone. The address was a tower block on a council estate. I parked the car, hoping it would still be there when I returned. The grass was strewn with broken glass and cans. I was buzzed in and took the lift to the 10th floor. The front door was open, so I tapped and went in. Sat naked on the sofa were two hairy-chested, burly men in their late 40s. They beckoned me over, one grabbed me by the hair and gave me a slobbery kiss, the other yanked my pants down. They turned me around and told me to bend over. I was rimmed and rough fingers pawed at my hole. They took me to the bathroom, and kicked my legs apart. I braced myself against the tiles. For the next 40 minutes, they took it in turns to fuck me with all the finesse of a grizzly bear. Eventually, they shot their loads, then forced me to my knees to clean them. I never had a chance to get hard, let alone cum. I tidied myself up, they grunted thanks, and I left.
Back home, I texted Ginge. I told him about my ordeal, and he said he'd be round in the evening to cheer me up. He brought me flowers, and smelt of Aramis, my favorite fragrance. We embraced and kissed. I didn't want him over the desk, so I took him to my bedroom. I undressed him, kissing as I went. We made gentle, passionate love. He told me several times that he loved me. He came on my belly, scooping it up and feeding it to me. We had a cummy kiss as I filled him. "Thanks, I needed that. I think I love you too". He stayed the night and we made love again in the morning.
