My Uncle The Pig

The place is still all closed up as I get home from work.

I'd say these guys never learn but that's not true, Mike's learned not to care if my uncle hears us. He's become insatiable, eager to milk a load out of me every chance he gets, and it's been fucking amazing.

"Hey," I say as I walk into the living room, resigned to the fact that it's going to be stuffy with the windows and curtains closed, the heavy scent of sweat and man hitting me.

Rich is there with a controller in hand and eyes glued to the screen, as usual, and I stop to admire the sight of my boyfriend Mike.

His smile lights up his handsome face and he stretches his arms up, driving the crop top high enough I can see his torso up to the very bottom of his pecs. He's been wearing the same clothes around home lately and looks hot as fuck. And there, poking up above his loose grey shorts, there's the bright blue thong that I just want to grab hold off.

"Hey baby," my boyfriend purrs as he finishes his stretch and stands up. "Let's get you out of those work clothes."

My uncle chuckles and his eyes leave the TV to follow my boyfriend's ass as he walks away from the couch. I can't help but admire it myself as we walk down the hallway.

It's round and firm, those shorts clinging to every inch. As soon as we're alone my hands have slid into them and I'm kneading the flesh as he moans.

"Fucking breed me, Bri. I need you." Kevin turns around and leans forward, sliding the shorts down desperately, and I see his pink hole appear on either side of the thin blue strap as he pulls his cheeks apart for me.

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I yank my shirt off and undo my pants, pushing them down to my thighs, and then I shuffle forward to pull the thong's thin strip of fabric aside to reveal his hole in full.

It looks so damn perfect. And wet.

"You ready for me?" I ask as I push forward, and as if in response his hole opens up for me effortlessly. "Fuuuuck, yeah you are." I wonder briefly if he lubed himself up or If it's my uncle's cum, fresh from a frantic fuck before I got home, ready to be mixed with my own load.

My cock throbs as the base is swallowed up by my boyfriend's slutty hole.

I ease myself back out and notice how slick my cock is, the veins wet and shining in the low light, and I slam back in hard enough to make him curse.

It's a desperate, hungry fuck. Somehow hotter than the rest of the week, as I think about how wet his hole feels, full of my fucking uncle's cum.

My fingers dig into his hips and a mindless whine escapes the back of his throat as we move like animals, pushing and pulling and grinding, filled with need. He needs me and I need to breed him, to fill his guts and make him feel my cock in the deepest parts of him, making him mine again.

"Give!" Mike pants, thrusting back, the sound of his nuts slapping back against me filling the room, "Ah! Give it to me!" He doesn't need to ask me twice and with a roar my hands lock onto him and I drive my cock as deep as it can possibly go, feeling it throb as I unload. His hole twitches, gripping onto my flesh as I eventually ease my cock out of him and stand, pushing my pants all the way off my legs at last.

I almost jump when he spins around to swallow my softening cock, his tongue roaming across it to clean it from where it was buried inside of him, tasting the mix of me and my uncle as he furiously strokes himself.

I reach down and push two of my fingers into his freshly fucked asshole, and with a squeal he's exploding onto the sheets below him, his mouth still on my sensitive cock.

* * * *

"Hey Bri, grab us a beer?" Rich asks as I walk into the room and Mike sits next to him on the couch, flashing a smile and saying yes please.

"Sure," I wander to the kitchen and grab a few, popping the lids off them.

Maybe I'm walking quieter than normal, or they just don't hear me, because as I turn the corner to the room I'm stunned into stillness.

Uncle Rich is leaning back, his arm up, and my boyfriend's face is absolutely buried in his pit.

"You like that, you little bitch?" My uncle mutters as Mike huffs his sweaty stink, his hand fumbling at his crotch. I'm frozen in place as Rich looks straight at me, a shit-eating grin on his fucking face, and I almost jump when Mike utters a groan filled with primal need. My cock twitches and I'm rock fucking hard.

I slink back a bit and adjust myself out of sight, and then I make the bottles clink. Following it with heavy steps I walk into the room.

Mike's face is flushed and he's breathing heavily, but otherwise it's as if nothing happened.

I pass uncle Rich a beer as he looks at me with that same arrogant smirk, and his other arm is still on the back of the couch behind Mike as he lifts the drink to his lips. Rich watches me pass a drink to my boyfriend who looks like his heart's beating a million miles an hour as he catches his breath, and then I take my seat on the other side of him.

Rich takes a break from his game and is flicking through channels instead, and I can't help but smell his heavy stink in the room.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, just drinking and watching whatever's on, and then Rich is talking about the job interview he'd been to today.

As he talks, with the odd questions from us, I can't help but notice Mike being drawn toward him. It's like gravity.

I don't know if the smell has gotten stronger as he keeps his arm up in the warm room, or if I'm just focused on it more than I should be, but I find myself breathing the scent of my uncle in as he talks. Mike's the same, his face drifting close to my uncle, and he looks down at my boyfriend with a wicked grin.

"Stop fucking pretending," my uncle says, and I watch in shock as he puts his bottle between his thighs to keep it upright and grabs my boyfriend by the back of his neck. "And get what you want."

Mike moans as his face is pulled back into that sweaty pit.

My uncle looks back at me, smirking as he watches me, and I lick my lips as Mike nuzzles his face into that stinking armpit. I can't tell if he's just rubbing his face into it or if he's licking, but Mike's hand goes to his crotch and he desperately fumbles with himself as he turns his body to face him.

"Good boy." Rich says, his eyes locked onto mine, and my manhood throbs.

Mike jumps as I lean in behind him. I wonder if he's forgotten I was even there as I press my cock against his fabric-clad ass, kissing his shoulder as he mindlessly grinds back against me.

I can see his tongue now, lapping at Rich's sweaty furry pit, and I let my eyes drift down my uncle's body as I grind myself against my boyfriend.

He's not my type. Sure he looks strong, I wouldn't say he's fat, but sitting there his belly is a firm curve resting on top of what looks like a prominent bulge, fur all over his chest, damp with sweat. He has thick dark nipples, and I have the urge to reach out and twist the flesh there, but I shake my head out of it as my boyfriend moans.

I like Mike. Fit, young, mostly smooth. More like I imagined Uncle Rich before he moved away, his body filling my hormonal fantasies as a teenager.

Fuck.

I fall back onto the couch and Rich pulls my boyfriend's face away from his pit, a needy whine escaping my boyfriend's throat. All pretence has evaporated.

"Strip." With that single word Mike wastes no time, and I wonder if it's a command he's familiar with as he rips off the crop top and the shorts, leaving himself in just the thong as he stands there.

His eyes are clouded with lust as he watches my uncle, barely seeming to notice I exist.

"I think my nephew is in need after watching you act like a hungry little slut." My uncle takes hold of his immense bulge as he speaks, squeezing himself through his shorts, and I wonder what it looks like. "Suck your boyfriend."

Mike finally looks at me and the expression on his face is raw desire, his face wet with my uncle’s sweat. He falls to his knees, his cock bouncing with movement as it stretches the thong's pouch, and then he's pulling my cock free from my shorts.

"Not bad, kid." My uncle moves next to me, ruffling my hair and sending a jolt straight to my leaking 8 inches. I can feel Rich's heat against me even though we're not quite touching, and he watches Mike peel my foreskin down and dart his tongue out to taste the precum flowing from the tip.

My head spins with disbelief, and the smell of my uncle is even stronger now. I can't help but groan as Mike swallows me hungrily.

"He really never gets enough, huh." I don't know how to answer my uncle, and even if I did any words would have disappeared from my mind as he pushes his own shorts down to reveal what must be 10 thick inches.

It's fucking beautiful.

Veins stretch across the girth of him, and there's a steel cocking in his dark bush. I watch as he strokes it gently to the sight of my boyfriend sucking me, and looking down at Mike, even as his tongue worships my meat his eyes are glued to my uncle's.

"That good, Mikey? You like that dick stretching your throat?" Uncle Rich talks at my boyfriend who responds eagerly, working me even more desperately.

Uncle Rich stands up, and I watch his cock bounce as he walks around to the side Mike and he pulls his head off me. Mike moves to try and take Uncle Rich's cock into his mouth without a second thought, but Rich's hand becomes firm and stops him short, only the tip of his tongue able to make contact for a moment.

"Lean back, Bri." Despite the confusion on my face I obey and let my body fall back on the couch. "Mikey, how about you do my favourite thing for your boyfriend? Make him feel good."

"Yes, Sir." Fuck, why does hearing them talk like that make me horny?

What's wrong with me?

I don't resist, partly out of shock, as my boyfriend lifts my legs up. I almost jump as my uncle takes hold of my ankles, and my eyes are glued to his monster of a cock as he pushes my legs back to reveal my hole to both of them.

My heart skips a beat as I feel my boyfriend's warm breath on my cheeks, and when his tongue flickers out to touch me there it's electric.

I've never felt this before. Mike's never been interested in topping, and I didn't have much experience before him besides oral, and never rimming.

"Fuck!" I exclaim as my boyfriend pushes his tongue into my ring, withdrawing it and then circling my entrance, lapping at the sweaty flesh there as he brings his hands up to my firm cheeks to pull them apart.

Mike moans as he starts to suck against my flesh, his tongue pushing into me again, and I watch my uncle as he moves both ankles to the one hand and his free hand takes hold of his cock again.

My uncle strokes himself as he watches my boyfriend hungrily sucking and nibbling at the tender untouched skin around my hole, and I feel the pool of precum growing on my belly as my cock twitches every time his tongue presses into my hole.

"He's fucking good at that," my uncle tells me, "I'm shocked you weren't using him for this too." My boyfriend moans as he's talked about like he’s just some kind of sex toy, and I watch my uncle's hand begin to quicken on his cock. "Stroke yourself."

I take hold of myself, my eyes not leaving his throbbing manhood as the clear fluid begins to drip from the tip, his hand steadily pumping it in front of me.

"Oh fuck," I whine, and my uncle smiles as he watches me. My boyfriend's tongue-fucking me now, thrusting his tongue in and out of my virgin hole, and in no time at all I feel myself exploding. "FUCK!"

Even though I'd just fucked Mike, it feels like my orgasm takes forever, stream after stream of fresh cum splattering up my torso.

"Mmm yeah," My uncle keep stroking, holding my ankles in places as Mike's tongue abandons my ass and he greedily begins lapping up the cum from my body.

When he's gotten it all, my uncle barks at him to move and he does so, his breath heaving as he rests on his haunches next to us.

Uncle Rich steps up closer, his grip on my ankles tightening as his free hand continues to stroke, and he grunts as he explodes onto me.

"Ah!" I yelp as the first shot his my neck, and I feel it running down the side to the couch. The next shot hits my stomach, followed by the next few, and I'm shocked to feel my cock starting to become firm again.

My eyes dart to my boyfriend as he moves to lick my uncle's jizz off my body, but Rich releases my ankles and plants his hand on Mike's forehead, stopping him cold.

"Go on," my uncle says, looking down at me with his dripping cock still in hand. "Not like you haven't tasted it before."

Without breaking eye contact I drag my fingers through the wet mess on my belly and scoop up his cum. I'm on auto-pilot as I bring it to my lips, sucking it off my fingers, and as his taste hits me I can't help but moan.

"Good boy." My wet hole twitches.

Feedback is appreciated! Part 3 should be up soon, along with the first part of a new story called Married Hole.