The More the Merrier
The crew arrived Thursday morning acting like nothing unusual had ever happened.
Trucks rumbled up the driveway. Tools clattered. The eight men from before plus three new faces moved around the deck with forced professionalism. No one mentioned the cum-soaked sectional in the living room. No one looked at Jack when he stepped outside in his tiny white shorts again, barefoot, buzzed blond hair catching the sun.
Marco gave a curt nod. “Morning.”
Big Tommy just grunted and started unloading lumber. Derek looked particularly tense, avoiding eye contact entirely. Ethan---still sore and ashamed from yesterday---stayed close to the new guys, trying to act normal.
The three newcomers were immediately noticeable.
There was Vince, a stocky, loud-mouthed brute in his mid-40s with a thick neck and perpetual five-o’clock shadow. Then there was Carl---Ethan’s uncle---a lean, sharp-eyed man in his late 30s who always seemed to know too much. And finally, there was Ethan’s father, Richard---46 years old, broad-shouldered, hairy, and quiet, with the same brown hair as his son but streaked with gray.
Jack felt a spike of nervousness when he saw the new faces. Yesterday had been intense, but these were strangers. He stayed mostly inside the house, watching them through the window, heart beating fast. The tension in the air was thick. The men who had used him the past two days were stealing hungry glances toward the house but trying to play it cool in front of the newcomers.
Around 10:30 AM, Marco “needed” to check something inside. He slipped into the house alone.
Jack was in his bedroom, pretending to fold laundry. Marco closed the door behind him.
“You okay, boy?” Marco asked, voice low. “You seem spooked today.”
Jack bit his lip, those big blue eyes uncertain. “There’s new guys… I don’t know if—”
Marco stepped close and kissed him. Slow at first, then deeper. Jack melted after a few seconds, letting out a soft whimper as he kissed back. Marco’s big hands roamed down, squeezing Jack’s ass through the tiny shorts.
They moved to the bed. Marco pulled Jack’s shorts down and took his time---sucking the boy’s thick cock, licking his smooth hole, then sliding into him raw with long, deep strokes. Jack moaned sweetly, pushing back, starting to lose himself again.
They were right in the middle of it---Marco fucking Jack steadily on his back, both of them breathing hard---when the bedroom door opened.
Carl, Ethan’s uncle, walked in.
“What the—?!” Carl froze, eyes wide as he watched Marco’s thick cock sliding in and out of Jack’s stretched hole. At that exact moment, Marco groaned and started cumming---heavy, thick white ropes blasting deep into Jack’s guts, some of it already leaking out around his shaft.
Carl stood there for a long second, then backed out and closed the door.
He practically ran back outside.
“You guys are not gonna believe this,” Carl announced to the crew, voice tight with shock. “Marco’s inside… he’s balls-deep in the homeowner’s son right now. I just walked in on him unloading in the kid’s ass.”
The older men exchanged glances. Ryan smirked. Big Tommy chuckled darkly.
Richard---Ethan’s father---looked stunned, but there was something else in his eyes. A spark of dark curiosity.
“So what do we do?” Carl asked, half-angry, half-aroused.
Tank grinned. “We join him, obviously.”
Ethan went pale. “Wait— no. Dad’s here. We can’t—”
But it was too late. The men started heading inside.
Jack was still on his back, cum leaking from his hole, when the rest of the crew filed into his bedroom. His eyes widened in panic at all the new faces.
Richard stared at the scene---his son Ethan standing awkwardly to the side, and the pretty blond boy covered in fresh cum.
The tension snapped.
Marco, still inside Jack, looked over at the group. “Well? You gonna stand there or help me wreck this boy properly?”
The floodgates opened again, but this time with completely new energy.
Vince, one of the new guys, was the most aggressive. He stripped fast and shoved his thick, veiny cock straight into Jack’s already sloppy mouth. “Been hearing about this little slut for two days. Time to see if the hype is real.”
Richard moved closer, eyes locked on Jack… and occasionally flicking to his own son. Carl kept shooting Ethan knowing, teasing looks.
“Careful, nephew,” Carl murmured just loud enough for Ethan to hear. “Wouldn’t want your old man finding out what kind of boy you really are.”
Ethan’s face burned with shame.
The fucking intensified. Jack was spooked at first by the new men, but the familiar cocks helped him relax. Soon he was moaning softly again, taking Vince deep in his throat while another man fucked his cum-filled boy cunt.
Ethan tried to stay back, but his father noticed.
Richard stepped over to his son, voice low. “You been hanging around these guys a lot lately, Ethan…”
Before Ethan could answer, Big Tommy pulled Jack off the bed and made him kneel. The men surrounded both boys. Jack started sucking cock eagerly again. Ethan held out for a few more minutes… until he saw his own father lean down and lick a thick rope of cum off Jack’s chest, then swallow it with obvious hunger.
That broke Ethan.
He dropped to his knees beside Jack. Richard’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched his son finally give in.
The afternoon turned into pure depravity. The men used both boys side by side and together---fucking their mouths, their asses, making them kiss each other with cum-covered tongues. Richard eventually fed his thick cock to his own son while staring at Jack, the forbidden lust burning in his eyes.
They wrecked Jack’s bed this time. Sweat, cum, and piss soaked the sheets. Multiple loads were pumped into both boys. Jack took it all with those soft, wondrous moans. Ethan, now fully broken in, moaned just as eagerly.
By the end of the day, both 19- and 20-year-old boys were glazed, gaping, and exhausted on Jack’s bed.
Marco looked down at them with satisfaction.
“Tomorrow’s gonna be even better.”
Jack smiled sweetly up at all of them, voice soft.
“…I hope so.”
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End of Chapter 6
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