My Son

Cousins

Jeff finally truly did seem exhausted, as Andre and I quietly slipped out of the room to let him sleep. What I didn’t expect to see was Andre’s two college-age sons, who had accompanied him.

It had already been a couple of years since I had seen them, just prior to getting married to Michael, on one of the evenings when Andre ensured that I drank enough to happily submit, initially to him, and eventually to his then quite curious sons, since Andre never seemed to care that much about what others thought about his sexual tendencies.

Of course it didn’t take long for them to start asking all sorts of questions about their cousin, since they had only spent a bit of time with him over the years, and Jeff easily stood out, if for no other reason than because he was their only white cousin.

Andre looked at me: “The kid can’t really still have energy, right?”

Honestly, I was a bit clueless. “Who the fuck knows. I would have guessed he would have given up a long time ago. Were we really like that, even when we were young?”

Andre laughed. His sons were now even more curious. Marcus chimed in: “I don’t even know that we’ve ever even seen him naked, Dad.”

Jamal, Marcus’ younger brother, almost seemed offended: “What’s the deal, Uncle Rodrick? You ashamed of him, or us?”

Now Andre laughed. “You may not be ready for this, bottom bro.”

“Shit, Uncle Rodrick, we both have bigger dicks than you, anyway. I know you must know that.”

And that was enough to get Marcus even hornier. “Fuck. We can at least go up and say hi, right?”

Damn. Should I really let them do that?

I looked at them. I looked at Andre. Fuck. They were both way too damned good looking for their own good.

“Come on, Uncle Rodrick. We promise we won’t do anything unless he asks us.”

Andre tried not to laugh. I was kind of stuck.

“We’ll leave the door open so you can intervene if you want.”

That was too much for Andre. “Too bad your grandpa isn’t here.”

“We could ask Uncle Mike.”

Fuck. That would be a TERRIBLE idea. And no one knew that better than me.

Now Andre really busted up. “You know they’re not gonna give in. Plus you know Jeff will be pissed in the end if you don’t let them spend at least a bit of time together. Fuck. That kid has more stamina than both of mine combined.”

So of course I’m the bad guy. Again. And of course I’m not above believing Jeff knew all this somehow.

So I made one last try: “You really don’t think he’s worn out already, Andre?”

Dumb try: “HELL no. That fucker I’m sure will NEVER get enough.”

Fuck. That did it. Marcus and Jamal were on their way upstairs.

“Damn. You didn’t really need to make them even more horny, did you?”

“Hell, bro. That kid will up the ante 1,000 times. Bet me.”

“So be honest with me. I know you. You must have some way to watch what’s going on, no?”

Damn brother. Of course he caught me.

So we turned on the remote camera…

And…

Initially it was actually pretty impressive.

Marcus and Jamal pretty quietly slipped in, stripped off, and snuggled in.

I was a bit surprised: “Your boys really play like that?”

Andre looked at me: “Dude. It hardly started with them. And honestly, I’ve figured over time that it’s better them messing with each other than with strangers. As they say, acorns don’t fall far from the tree.” And of course Andre leaned in and kissed me. “This morning with you was actually pretty hot, bro. Even without your kid.”

Fuck. Andre had always easily distracted me, although he did point out that it actually looked like Marcus and Jamal were willing to take their time with Jeff, as we even heard one of them say: “Hell. We have time, and the dude has a hot body. Why not just rest a bit and see where this goes?”

“Fuck, bro. I didn’t think I’d ever be complimenting you like this, but looks like you’ve raised some pretty decent sons, even if they are a bit freaky.” With that, I kissed Andre back: “I do miss you, man. I always loved those nights when you’d slip in and fuck me.”

Andre kissed me back. “I’m sure I’ve got at least one load left for you, bro. And we both know that husband of yours is freaky enough that he’d be happy to watch you go down on me like you used to. Hell. Maybe that kid of yours has even taught you some new skills.”

Of course that was hard to ignore. I had been lusting after Andre’s thick cock ever since I watched him breed my boy, as I reached over and finished undoing the pants he had never fully finished putting back on.

Andre smiled: “Maybe you’ll get lucky bro. You might still taste some of your kid’s ass on there. Plus they’re asleep up there, so there should be plenty of time to show you some brotherly love.”

I pulled Andre’s wet, throbbing cock out.

“This is crazy, but that boy of mine has already changed me. I can’t even suck Michael’s cock any more without thinking of him. And when I tell Michael, he’s almost proud.”

“Sometimes you make me wonder how I was able to pretend to be straight for as long as I did.”

I sucked the head of his cock. “Mmm. I could never get through much time pretending to be straight.”

Andre laughed: “Or pretending to be much of a dad, to be honest.”

I sucked harder, on purpose. “Both the kid’s actual parents actually encourage me, bro.”

“Fuck. People are just damned freaks.” As he slipped his pants off, so I could really get at him.

As I sucked him, deeper and deeper, Andre kept up the crazy reminiscences: “Too bad Dad isn’t here. He was always proud of how well you sucked cock. But I do want to fuck you.” And with that his hand slipped down to my hole, still leaking my son’s cum.

“Fuck. We really do need to spend more time together as a family. Now turn around, and let me breed that sloppy hole, before my boys and yours wake up upstairs.”

I was as happy as ever to submit to Andre, and he quickly worked his big dick deep into my sloppy hole.

“Shit. Do I really want to cum before we get together with the boys? They may be able to do this endlessly, but I’ve already shot twice today.”

“Fuck. You really think we should go wake them all up?”

And Andre thrusted harder. “Fuckkkk. We might need to take a nap ourselves, now that my babies are going in that worn hole of yours. Who fucks you the most these days anyway, your husband or your kid.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that…”