On Thursday, George stayed home, saying the job he'd been working on was finished ahead of schedule, besides which, we had another visitor. He needed to go shopping, and was completely oblivious to how sexy he looked in a skin tight T-shirt and figure hugging shorts with no underwear.
I hardly remember meeting Tom, though we must have seen each other at family gatherings. When he arrived, my eyes popped. Probably 30 now, and clearly in the family mould, but even fitter, due to cycling and swimming. Dressed in red lycra cycle gear, and in common with the rest of the family, no underwear, his penis showed clearly, lying out across his right thigh. A shade over 6'0", with short mousey hair and seductive brown eyes, he could have had his way with me on the front lawn for all I cared. He took his bike to the back of the house, and I put my hand out to shake his, but he hugged me and said, "Wow, how the duckling has blossomed", and kissed me full on the lips. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure, then said, "You've shaped up better than I could ever have imagined. The last time we met must have been at auntie Lily's funeral, and I can't even remember seeing you". This time, when our lips met, it was a full on snog and I felt his cock though the tight material. Going indoors, he chucked his backpack on the floor, and I went to make coffee for everyone. George and Tony, both naked, greeted him with similar warmth, admiring his physique. By now, his knob was pointing straight up, like a totem pole, above his belly button. Slowly, tantalisingly, he unpeeled his his suit. I watched, mouth open, in awe, as, piece by piece, his body was revealed. I almost dropped the coffee, but managed to put it down on the table. He walked round to each of us, giving each one a kiss and tugging our dicks. At this point any sleeping arrangements hadn't occurred to me. We had coffee, and went out to the back garden, where an extra blanket had been laid. George and Tony laid together, leaving me and the Adonis to the other one. Tom ignored his uncle and cousin, preferring to cuddle up with me. Even when George mounted his son and began shagging, we made out. I kissed every inch of his hot body, from beautiful face to thick, muscular thighs. His uncut cock begged to be sucked. I took what I could, but settled for licking the shaft and balls, then peeled the foreskin back and ran my tongue along the sensitive glands. He had me in his mouth, and then his tongue went up my crack to my rosebud. Could I take such a big penis? There was only one way to find out. George and Tony had climaxed, and were now watching the developing scene. With their encouragement, Tom laid on his back, covered his dick in saliva, and positioned himself on my hole. It was now or never. I pushed until he opened my ring. Fuck me, it hurt, but, with George and Tony watching, I was determined to see it through. Slowly, I edged down, taking inch by painful inch, until I was sitting on him. Tears were in my eyes, but I didn't care. All I wanted right now, was to feel his cock fucking me. I rocked back and forth as the pain became more pleasurable, then started to ride him. Whatever he was rubbing inside me had the desired effect. My cock had never been so hard and precum dripped down onto him. George came over, and with his strong arms, lifted me up a little, so that Tom could thrust into me. I noticed that Tony was hard again, and jerking. Tom went faster and deeper. Suddenly, I blew a huge load over his belly. "I'm gonna cum", he shouted, and I felt him pulse into me. In ten minutes I had lost my virginity, and to an audience. To complete the scene, Tony splattered in my face. I rolled off, happy but exhausted. George disappeared into the house, coming back with champagne and glasses.
The rest of the afternoon was spent sat around chatting about childhood memories. In the evening, George did another barbecue, and we watched the sun go down. Indoors, the subject of the sleeping arrangements came up, but it was easily solved, George and Tony would sleep together, and I'd have Tom to myself. It seemed all my Christmases had come at once. We turned in. A little while later, we could hear the sounds of love making coming from the other bedroom, but didn't know who was fucking who. It set Tom and me off again. This time, it was much more intimate, and we took our time with foreplay. It had gone quiet next door before Tom mounted me, missionary, constantly kissing me and making sure it wasn't hurting. We turned onto our sides, and he slipped in behind me. His experience and stamina allowed him to control proceedings, wanking me at the same time. We fucked for nigh on an hour until we came together. Sleeping on wet sheets, was a irritation I was happy to bear.
The morning brought a change to events. After breakfast, we swapped partners, though I doubted I had anything left to give. I went to bed with George and Tony went with Tom. After taking Tom's huge weapon, having George, big though he was, went in easily. He had me doggy, banging my sore ass. I squeezed my ring muscles, milking him to make him cum quicker. As I suspected, I could get hard, but there was nothing left in my bollocks. Next door, Tony screamed as the monster drove into him. Five minutes later, he was whimpering as Tom made love to him, making sure he was satisfied, before breeding him.
Another day of lazing around, occasionally petting one another and enjoying the company. One more night to go. Could my ass take any more?
