Jack and I were on quad bikes, heading back to the barn where we had left our sandwiches and flask. In the distance, we could see two men, seemingly making out. We ditched the bikes and crept closer. As we neared, we saw it was Dad and Uncle Sidney, both with their jeans and underwear around their ankles. Sidney was wanking Dad's big dick, and it looked like Dad was fingering Uncle's bum. Jack and I carried on walking toward them, trying to stay hidden. Sidney turned round and bent over some hay bales, and Dad eased into him. He screamed. We had our dicks out, masturbating. Then Dad noticed us out the corner of his eye and we stopped dead in our tracks, but he beckoned us over and carried on. Uncle's groans became louder as we neared. By the time we reached them, Dad was ponding hard and Uncle had tears rolling down his face. Dad roared and collapsed over his brother. He softened, slipped out, and I licked him clean, then licked the cum dribbling from my Uncle. Jack stepped up, I gave his knob a suck, then guided it in. Every so often, I gave his dick another suck and ate Sidney's ass. Jack sped up and dumped his load. Once again, I feasted on cum. Dad and Jack looked on as I took my turn, sliding in on a river of spunk. After what I had just witnessed, it didn't take me long to deliver a third load. I cleaned Sidney's man-cunt, and he cleaned me. I lay on the grass, and Uncle dropped his sperm over my face, in my hair, and on my T-shirt. Shortly after, Sidney moved in, rooming with Jimmy. He became our go-to fuck.
I managed to get away to rugby most Saturdays, which was a welcome distraction. Even if we lost, the fun in the changing rooms quickly cheered us up. We got on well with one team in particular, sinking a lot of beer after the game. We used the function room of a local pub. The losing team bought the first round, which was usually us. My mate and me took on two of their players at pool. We beat them, they had to take their tops off. We beat them again, and they lost their jeans. They wanted us to stop, so we offered to match them, and stripped to our underwear, except that I wasn't wearing any, and I already had a semi. By this time, everyone else was watching and cheering. We won again and we're now all down to our trainers, me now erect. Like it or not, the opposition were going to get fucked. They were held over the table by their teammates. We spat on our cocks, held them by the waist, and pushed in. Roared on by 30-odd pissed-up rugby players, we fucked them hard, pulled out and shot over their backs. They were made to travel home on the coach naked.
Our team carried on drinking and playing pool. Unfortunately, my luck ran out, beaten by the fly-half. I bent over the table and awaited my 'punishment'. He happily obliged, spurred on by the team, clapping in time to his thrusts. He lost it and came inside me. I thought that was it, but the coach had other ideas. I felt his huge mushroom head and bit my lip. He pushed in very slowly, filling me with his weapon. "I'm gonna fuck you to death", he roared and pounded me. Tears ran down my cheeks. I squeezed my ring and milked him. He unleashed a torrent of cum inside me. He did at least buy me a beer. I didn't service Sidney that evening.
It was a blistering hot day. I had been working with my eldest brother, George, both just in old, torn-off denims and work boots. Something wasn't right, he'd been sullen and withdrawn all morning. When we stopped for lunch, I asked him what was wrong, but he went on the defensive, saying it was nothing, and that he's fine. I left it at that. Mid-afternoon, we needed another break, and sat under a tree to get some respite from the sun.
He sat closer and put his arm round me. I thought he was going to cry. "I miss you guys. My girlfriend is fine, but it's not like us boys. I have to think more about satisfying her than my own needs. I find it frustrating. In fact, more often than not, I have a wank thinking about Dad and you fellas." I was surprised, but pleased that he confided in me. I leaned into him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He turned his head toward me, and our lips met. George used to just fuck me, but this was tender and loving. He put his hand behind my head and drew me to him. My hand went onto his thigh. My dick strained in my shorts, but not for long. He undid the top button and dropped the zip. My cock sprang out. "Bloody hell, you've grown", he complimented, as he ran his fingers along my shaft. I wriggled out of my shorts and pulled them over my boots. He slipped out of his. Our cocks were almost identical, my bush a little fairer. Our tops came off. He'd never seen my now-hairy chest. We caressed, I stroked his engorged penis, squeezing drops of precum from it. We rolled over, me on top. our dicks rubbing together, brotherly love personified. We rolled over again, him pinning me down, kissing me more passionately than I had ever known. He swirled his tongue around my nipples, then on down, licking my balls and crown. I thought I'd cum. I parted my legs a little, and he nibbled my thighs and rolled a testicle in his mouth. Pushing me up, his tongue ran up my crack and found my rosebud, then back to my shaft, which was aching for release. He then looked me in the eye and said, "Fuck me!" He'd never let me do it before, but we rolled over again, he held his hands behind his knees, and invited me in. We mated, and I started to thrust, wanking him at the same time. I took it as slowly as I could, knowing if I went any faster, it would be all over. I leaned over, we kissed. I took it out, rimmed him, and went back to the shag. I upped the pace, staying in control. From his facial contortions, I could tell he was getting close. I didn't want to lose it now. 7 or 8 jets flew into the air, the rest ran over my hand. I thrust harder and pumped what seemed like gallons into him. I rolled off him and we lay there, panting. "Thanks, that's what I've missed, and you're a great fuck". I felt proud. We decided we'd done enough and lay naked under the trees, half asleep.
Eventually, we dressed and made our way back to the farmhouse. He stayed for a cup of tea, then said he had to get back. One more kiss, and he left. I said nothing to the others, but had a quiet smile to myself
