I was watching the news one Friday evening while dad was on the phone to uncle Jerry. I overheard him inviting Jerry over for the night. That only meant one thing, I was going to be serviced. Excitedly, I ran upstairs to prepare myself by douching and lubing. I slipped on my favourite shiny white football and a loose top. An hour later, I answered the door to uncle Jerry and kissed him on the doorstep, while he fondled my bottom. Inside, he kissed and groped dad. We cracked a bottle of wine while they had a catch up. I became more excited as the men made out and stripped each other. My little dick tented my shorts as they moved into a sixty nine. Then dad beckoned me to join in. Soon we were a writhing mass on the carpet, hands and tongues everywhere. I watched in disbelief as, with dad on all fours, his brother's huge weapon inched in. I thought it was meant to be me getting fucked, but the floor show was amazing, even more so when dad said he wanted to suck me. I slid my shorts off and joined in the fun. Then uncle pulled out of dad, knelt behind me, and, with his hands on my hips, eased his way in and began humping. Dad stopped sucking me and moved out of my eye line, making me fall forward. The next thing I knew, was dad penetrating Jerry, making a train. This only served to spur uncle on, and very soon blasted my ass with the first cum shot of the weekend. He dropped out and gave me his sticky knob to clean, and dad took his place, doing what he does best, shagging his obedient son. It was enough to make me shoot over the carpet. I had my second cum covered cock to clean. I wiped myself up with my shorts. Jerry had only been in the house 45 minutes and my bum was dripping spunk.
We sat around recovering and drinking wine, not that I can handle much, while they talked about the next fishing trip, and the night in the hotel. Around 10.00, we turned in. I slept between them, though there were several bathroom trips through the night. Around 3am, Jerry woke me to say he was horny again. I was knackered, but I dutifully turned over and let him take me from behind, adding a third load. We slept till dawn. I woke at 8.30 and slipped out to use the bathroom and shower, coming back to find them snogging. I squeezed between them, kissing them both as I worked my way up their bodies. Dad mounted me first, steadying himself on his arms to keep his weight off me. Then he passed me over to Jerry. I sat on him, arching my back and riding. I was passed back and forth for an hour, my ring becoming quite sore. Eventually, they both bred me again, giving me my forth and fifth loads. I was allowed to pleasure myself and shot cum everywhere.
We lay, cuddled together in the afterglow, enjoying the moment. I asked them if we were the only gays in the family. "Well", dad replied, "It's a bit complicated, but a relative of your Mum's married his boyfriend a few years ago. We could find them on Facebook or Instagram. I assume they're still together, but whether they play around or not, I wouldn't know. I'll give your mum a ring and get his name." Dad hadn't spoken to mum in ages, so it was kind of him. After breakfast, he went off into the garden with a pen and notebook, while Jerry and I watched a boring chef on TV. He came back ten minutes later, "Good news, I have his name, Duncan, let's hope we can find him on social media. We trawled the Internet and eventually found him, living about 30 miles away. I thought it best if I messaged him, rather than dad. With that, I forgot about it and made coffee. Dad and uncle Jerry went grocery shopping, leaving me to chill for the morning. About an hour later, my phone went, Duncan had replied, wanting to make me a friend, and also wanting to meet. I wondered how dad would take it, but I wanted to meet them. As it transpired, dad was happy for me, saying I should be looking for a boyfriend as well.
The following weekend, I went to meet up with Duncan, and his husband, Si. For once, I left my cum stained footie shorts at home and wore clean Levi's and a new top. I took a bunch of flowers. Duncan was delighted to see me. Although we had never met, he knew of me through old photographs. Over coffee, he embarrassed me by showing Si baby pictures of me. Coffee turned to beer, and soon it was obvious I wouldn't be able to drive home. We had dinner, and after washing up, I sat in an armchair, with them on a large sofa opposite me. Si kept looking at me lustfully, making me redden. Then, they kissed, stroking one another's crotches. Zips were undone and dicks extracted. Not as big as dad's or Jerry's, but still a good mouthful. I thought I may as well get my own out. Duncan invited me over, so I waddled over, with my jeans dropping to my knees. My cock was through the fly of my Nike boxers. pointing to the sky. When I reached them, they stopped kissing. Duncan took my knob and swallowed it, while Si stood up and undressed. Although in his 40s, he had the body of a 20 something, washboard stomach and defined pecs. I was getting seriously turned on. Duncan eased my boxers over my dick and down to my knees, then invited me to bend down and suck him. With my bum in the air, Si rimmed me , slobbering my pucker and probing it with his fingers. Standing up, he held me by the waist and plunged in, forcing more of Duncan's cock down my throat. He humped me for a bit, then turned me round so that I could sit on Duncan and suck him. I bounced on Duncan's pole while Si face fucked me, my own dick slapping against my belly. Si held my ears and intensified his pumping, delivering his babies into my mouth. Duncan and I fell onto the carpet. Si held my leg while his husband fucked me hard, spraying semen into my bowels. I took myself in hand and made a mess across my chest. Cum in both ends, and I hadn't even got my clothes off. We undressed completely, and they fed me more beer.
Their bed wasn't really big enough for three, so I went with Duncan and Si had the spare room. There, we could make love properly, kissing and caressing. When he mounted me, it slipped in easily on the sperm already in me. He took it gently, long, steady thrusts, stopping to kiss some more, before turning me onto my side and taking me from behind. I could still turn my head to kiss. Precum dribbled over my thigh as he thrust deeper. I jerked myself and we came together.
In the morning, I showered, used some mouthwash, and joined Si. He was still sleeping, so I crawled in, spooning him with my erection up his crack. He slowly came to, and excused himself, coming back ten minutes later smelling fresh and lovely, and snuggled in, spooning again. It occurred to me that he was the bottom of the two, and wanted me to make love to him. I'd had enough dicks in me to know what to do. I kissed the back of his neck, then down until I was rimming him, making him sigh. Moving back up, I positioned myself and eased home, and began pumping, reaching round to jerk him. Being my first topping in years, I didn't last as long as I wanted to, but long enough for him to cum first.
We had breakfast, and I went to leave, but they insisted that I stop for lunch. Afterwards, they took me to bed together. For the next hour, it was either me fucking Si, or Duncan fucking me or his husband. Eventually, they both wanked over my face and I covered my belly. A final kiss, and I said goodbye, promising to keep in touch.
I arrived home to find dad waiting for me. Despite having shagged loads, I dutifully followed him to bed and let him have his way. His cock felt enormous after what I'd recently had inside me, but I had nothing left in my bollocks. He pumped away and filled me again. I went to bed by myself, completely shattered.
