Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 15:49:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 12 (gay/incest)

This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any
similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT. Don't
read it if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you,
or if you're not interested in an eighteen year old getting to know the
male members of his family better. On the other hand, if that's what you're
looking for, here it is...


JOEY'S FAMILY REUNION

PART 12

There was a pounding, pounding, pounding on the motel room door. Finally,
the noise sank into my sex-fatigued brain and stirred me from a very deep
sleep. I looked around groggily and saw no sign of Uncle Joseph or my
grandpa. Apparently, they had decided to let me sleep in as a reward for
last night's sexual performance.

The pounding on the door continued. I yawned, stretched, wrapped the sheet
around my naked body, and trailed it across the floor as I made my unsteady
way to the door.

"Yes?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the bright morning light.

"How many more of you are in here?" bellowed a middle-aged bear of a man as
he shoved past me and marched into the room.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you?" I asked, closing the
door and turning to face the intruder.

"I'm the manager of this motel," the man said, turning to face me. "And I
rented this room to one person only. My son said he saw two guys come up
here last night, and a third came up later on?"

"Your son?" I was still half asleep and couldn't think.

"Yes, my son," the man said, raising his voice. "He works the desk when he
can be bothered to help out."

"Oh, I think I've met him," I said as the image flashed into my head of the
desk clerk with the black ponytail who filled my dad's mouth with cum while
I fucked Dad's ass. I felt my cock stirring a bit and couldn't help wishing
he'd been the one checking on the sleeping arrangements instead of his
obnoxious father.

"That's beside the point," the man said. He was an almost single-minded
man, intent on not being cheated by overpacked motel rooms, but I noticed
his mind was slightly distracted by the tent that thoughts of his son had
created in the sheet that was wrapped around my naked body.

I stretched casually, all the better to show off my hardening cock, and
said, "I'm sure my uncle didn't mean to cheat you or anything. It's just
that there are lots of us here for a family reunion and the reservations
got all fucked up."

At the mention of something getting "fucked up," the manager gulped and
took another quick look at my cock. I had to work hard not to laugh when he
unconsciously, or perhaps consciously, brushed his hand across his own
crotch and made a slight adjustment.

"Well," said the manager, losing some of his angry steam, "I don't know
about that."

"Oh," I said, trying to be helpful, "my parents made reservations for two
rooms, but when we got here, there was only one. My mother had to share
with her sister, while I shared with my dad. And then, last night, my uncle
suggested that I share his bed. And then when my grandpa got here last
night, his reservation had been lost as well."

"Well," the manager said, "I didn't..."

Whatever he "didn't" was forgotten as I let the sheet fall to the floor and
stretched out on the bed with my hard cock on display.

"I know it's not your fault," I said casually. "And like I said, I'm sure
my uncle wasn't trying to cheat you. Do you want me to send him by the
office to talk to you when he gets back?"

"Ummmm," the manager mumbled as he licked his lips and then bit his lower
lip.

"Or," I said as I began to stroke my cock casually, "maybe there's
something I can do to set your mind at ease about the sleeping
arrangements.

The manager took another gulp before finally saying, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," I said, running my hand down over my balls and stretching my
middle finger back toward my hidden asshole.

"I think we can come to an agreement," the manager said as he ran his hand
across his crotch again, showing off the now prominent outline of a
respectable hard cock, and stepped closer to the bed.

"Maybe you should get a little more comfortable," I said, casually reaching
out to free the end of his belt.

The manager just stood there as I pulled on the end of the belt until it
came unhooked. I released the belt and slid the buckle over the end. That
was about all I could accomplish with just one hand, so I swung around
until I was sitting on the edge of the bed with the manager standing right
in front of me. I reached up to unbutton his trousers. He had a slight gut,
but he inhaled to make it easier for me to undress him. I unbuttoned the
trousers, and then I slowly lowered the zipper while I looked the manager
in the eye and licked my lips.

"Is your son the one with the black ponytail?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" the manager asked, suddenly sounding nervous.

"No reason," I said. "Relax."

I pulled the manager's trousers and underwear down over his hips, and his
hard uncut cock popped free and bounced in front of my eyes. I teased the
foreskin slightly with my tongue before gently taking hold of it and
sliding it back to expose the head of the manager's dick.

"Isn't your son's name Steve?" I asked before quickly slipping my lips
around the managers cock head and dipping my tongue into his piss slit.

"Oh yeah, Steve," the manager moaned as I began to work on his cock. I
wasn't sure if he was simply answering my question about the desk clerk's
name or if he'd suddenly made the leap and was fantasizing that it was
Steve sucking his cock.

I continued stroking the manager's shaft while I pulled my mouth off and
asked boldly, "Am I as good as Steve?"

"Oh yeah," the manager moan. "Oh, hey, what the fuck? I didn't mean--."

"Hey, don't freak out," I said, and then I quickly sucked his cock back
into my mouth to let him know that I was enjoying what I was doing and
wasn't trying to trick him into anything.

"Mmmm," he sighed as I ran my tongue around his cock head and gently
massaged his balls with one hand and a thigh with the other hand. I could
feel him relaxing again, so I thought it would be worth another shot. I
moved the hand from massaging his thigh to stroking his cock and pulled my
head back.

"Nice dick."

"Thanks," he replied with an uneasy laugh.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but have you ever done
this with Steve for real, or have you just fantasized about it?"

There was a long pause while I just kept stroking the manager's cock and
massaging his balls. He looked me in the eye and decided, apparently, that
I could be trusted, because he finally said, "Just fantasized about it."

Without a word, I slipped my mouth back over his cock and was rewarded with
a fresh surge of precum. But now that the barrier was broken, the manager
seemed more at ease. As I continued to suck his cock, he decided to talk.

"Steve is gay. He came out to us, his mom and me, a couple years ago. It
was a complete shock to us. We never thought. I never thought. Oh damn,
that feels good."

I grinned, as much as I could grin with my mouth full of cock, and
continued to worship the manager's meat. I also waited for him to continue
talking about Steve. It was obviously working for him since while he'd been
talking about his son, his cock had gotten even harder and his precum began
flowing more.

"We've never really talked about what he's done with guys or not done. Or
what kind of guys he even likes. I certainly couldn't give him any advice,"
he laughed.

I pulled my mouth off his cock long enough to say with astonishment, "I'm
the first guy who's ever sucked your dick?" And then I had his meat back in
my mouth and was working it with even greater excitement now. I certainly
didn't want his first blowjob from a guy to be a disappointment.

"Yeah, kid," he confirmed, "you're the first. Not that I never thought
about it before while I was jerking off. But damn, it never compared to
what you're doing. Fuck, you're good. My wife was never good at sucking
cock. It always seemed like a chore. Not like with you. You seem to enjoy
cock, which makes it all the better."

I paused again long enough to say, "And you seem to enjoy getting a blowjob
as much as Steve. I thought he was going to pass out when he fed his cum to
my dad."

Without giving the manager a second to process that revelation, I was back
at work with his cock in my mouth and my hand tugging on his balls.

"Your dad sucked Steve? And he let you watch?"

I had to stop again to say, "Watch? No, not really, I was too busy fucking
Dad's ass at the time." And then I was back on the manager's cock.

Well, that did it. He grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my
throat for all he was worth. I could feel the pressure building as his
balls tightened in my fist and the thrusting of his cock became more
uncontrolled. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You've fucked your dad. Damn, that's
so hot."

I forced my mouth off his cock but continued to jack him furiously while I
said, "That's exactly what Steve said. He was turned on by father-son sex
too. Maybe you should try it sometime."

The next thing I knew, the manager was blowing load after load after load
of cum all over my face, chest, and fist. "Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve," he
moaned with each blast. I slid my mouth back over his cock head to catch as
much of the final cum as possible, and his body shivered with the final
tremblings of orgasm.

When I finally released the manager's cock from my oral grasp, he collapsed
back into a chair. His trousers and underwear were around his ankles, and
his satisfied cock was beginning to hang down over his balls.

"Damn, boy, you know how to give head."

"Thanks," I said as I began to wipe his cum off my face with my fingers and
then lick my fingers clean. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw his cock
give a slight jump at the sight of me eating his cum. One more surprise to
add to his "first time."

As the horniness began to wear off and the manager relaxed back into the
real world, he must have thought twice about everything I'd said. Finally,
he got up the nerve to ask, "Were you serious about Steve, or were you just
fucking with my head?"

"Either way, it worked, didn't it?" I laughed.

"It certainly did," he laughed back. "But damn, you and your dad and my
Steve?"

"Hey, look," I said, trying to keep things sane, "You needed to get off,
and you did. If I told you some trash to push you over the edge, that's
life. It was worth it, wasn't it?"

The manager stared at me in utter confusion and then finally started to
laugh, "Yes, yes, it was fucking worth it. Thanks, kid." He stood up and
pulled up his trousers and underwear. As he fastened the trousers and his
belt, he watched me spread back out on the bed and begin to jerk my own
cock at a leisurely and pleasurable rate.

"Ummm," he started nervously, "you need help with that?"

I laughed and let him off the hook by saying, "Not this time... Say, what's
your name?"

"Peter," he said with a touch of embarrassment.

"How fitting," I laughed. "Well, nice to have had your peter, Peter."

"Thanks," he grinned. "Nice to have been had."

"Maybe Steve can join us next time," I said with a wink as I continued to
stroke my cock.

"I'd better be going," he muttered. The nervousness had obviously returned.

"Cum again anytime," I called as he opened the motel room door.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he quickly stepped through the door and closed it
behind him.

I eventually shot a nice, delicious load while thinking about what it would
be like to have a fuck session with both Steve and Peter.

*****

I made a quick trip to the park to let my parents know that I was moving in
with Uncle Joseph for the duration. Mom immediately went off to find Uncle
Joseph to hear it directly from the horse's mouth before giving her
approval.

Mom's brief absence gave me the chance to apologize to Dad for being so
rude to him over the sleeping arrangements. After all, it wasn't his fault
Mom moved into the motel room. And it certainly wasn't my place to get
jealous about him fucking her in the middle of the night when he was
feeling horny and couldn't use my ass like I wanted him to. Of course, I
wasn't above getting in a little dig either. I casually mentioned that I
now knew firsthand how thick my grandpa's cock was...and that I was able to
take the whole thing.

Before Dad could respond with anything but wide-eyed surprise, Mom returned
and said that Uncle Joseph was in fact fine with me sharing his room, so it
was fine with her. Dad made me promise to mind Uncle Joseph and do
everything he said. I promised with a laugh and headed back to the motel to
move my stuff from their room to Uncle Joseph's room.

*****

As I walked across the motel parking lot, I saw the unmistakable black
ponytail that belonged to Steve, the desk clerk. I let my gaze wander down
to see his muscular ass packed in a pair of tight blue jeans. I couldn't
help myself. I impulsively ran up behind Steve and gave his ponytail a
playful jerk.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, turning to look at me. "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah, it's me. Joey. You don't have to sound so excited," I said.

"Sorry, you caught me by surprise."

"Yeah, well, Steve, if you'd stopped by our room again like you promised,
maybe it wouldn't have been such a surprise," I chided him.

"Well, when I saw a woman going in and out, I figured the invitation had
been canceled," Steve said with obvious disappointment.

"No, not canceled," I laughed, "just relocated."

"Where to," Steve asked eagerly.

"Come on and I'll show you," I said as I started walking toward Uncle
Joseph's room, swinging my hips a bit more suggestively than was probably
called for. But it worked, and Steve was quickly walking at my side.

"You and me, right now?" he asked.

"Why not?" I replied casually. "Are you working?"

"No, dad let me off this morning, so I'm free."

"He finally got you off, did he?" I laughed.

"What? Oh," he said with a laugh of his own. "Unfortunately, he just LET me
off."

"But you wish he'd get you off, don't you," I pursued.

"Well," Steve hesitated, "it was sure hot watching you fuck your own dad."

"Is that a yes?" I pressured. "If your dad was interested, you would be
too?"

"Yes, definitely," Steve acknowledged. "But he never would. He's the most
macho guy in the world. He'd be disgusted by the idea."

"Well, then I guess it's up to me to take care of your needs," I laughed.

"And vice versa," he said as we arrived at Uncle Joseph's door.

"This is it," I said, starting to unlock the door. "My Uncle Joseph let me
move in with him when my Mom upset the previous sleeping arrangements."

"Works for me," Steve laughed.

"Hey, I'd better go get my stuff while I think about it. You go on in and
make yourself comfortable, and I do mean comfortable. I'll be right back."

"I should probably go with you," Steve objected. "What if your uncle comes
back?"

"Not likely, but if he does, just keep him entertained until I get back," I
laughed.

"What?" he asked with genuine surprise.

"You heard me. I'll be right back," I said with a smile. Steve smiled back,
entered the room, and closed the door.

*****

I entered the motel office and stopped to catch my breath after running
across the parking lot.

"May I help you?" asked the woman behind the desk.

"I was looking for Peter," I said.

"I've got this," Peter said as he emerged from the back room. He took me by
the elbow, directed me out to the parking lot, and closed the door behind
us.

"Sorry for the rush," I said.

"I thought I could trust you to keep this morning secret," Peter said
angrily.

"Oh, you can," I assured him. "I just wanted to tip you off that I'm about
to have sex with Steve, and he would love to have you join us."

"What? You didn't tell him--"

"No, no. He doesn't know anything about me giving you a blowjob."

"Then what the fuck are you talking about?" Peter asked, tightening his
grip on my elbow.

"As we were heading to my room, I asked him the hypothetical question about
whether he would want his dad to join our fuck session, and he said
definitely."

"He did not," Peter said with disbelief.

"He did, but he also said that it would never happen. He thinks you would
be too disgusted to do anything with another man," I laughed, "let alone
your own son."

"He really wants to have sex with me?" Peter asked with interest rather
than surprise.

"Just as much as I think you want to have sex with him, since it was his
name you kept repeating while you were covering me with cum this
morning. But it's up to you. I'm going to go have sex with Steve in that
same room, and I'll leave the door unlocked in case you want to join us." I
gave Pete a wink and walked away, with my hips swinging a nonverbal
invitation.

*****

After a quick stop at my parent's room to gather my belongings, I headed
back to join Steve for a little fun. When I entered Uncle Joseph's room, I
closed the door slowly and carefully to make sure that it didn't latch. A
smile broke out on my face as I turned around and saw Steve stretched out
on the bed. He was completely naked and stroking his hard cock.

"Looks like you decided to make yourself comfortable after all," I laughed
as I put down my bag and began to strip off my clothes as fast as I could.

"I hated to start without you," he laughed back, "but my dick had other
ideas."

"I like the way your dick thinks," I said. Steve spread his legs wide, and
I climbed on the bed between his legs. I gave his cock a quick lick from
balls to tip before making my way on up the bed and letting my body relax
onto Steve's smooth muscular body. My cock slid off of his cock and nestled
in his pubes. I gently pulsed my hips to grind my cock into the soft hair.

"Mmm, feels nice," Steve sighed as he drew my face toward his and gave me a
soft initial kiss. I found his hands, twined my fingers with his, and then
forced his hands up beside his head. I then leaned in for a more urgent
kiss, and Steve responded eagerly. His mouth opened to invite my tongue in,
and his tongue quickly thrust forward to explore my mouth as well. His
tongue glided over my teeth and across my gums, eagerly finding every
hidden crevice and lapping up every drop of saliva that it could find.

The eagerness with which Steve was kissing me took my breath away, and I
was almost beginning to hyperventilate with the extreme excitement. I had
to force myself back in order to recover my breath.

"Damn," I said. "When you kiss, you really kiss."

"And when I fuck," Steve laughed, "I really fuck."

"Then what do you say we get too it," I said suggestively. "I do have to
get back to my family soon."

"Sounds good to me. Got any lube?"

"There might be some left," I laughed as I reached over to the nightstand
drawer and found Uncle Joseph's lube. "Where do you want it?"

"What?" Steve asked, slightly confused.

"Up your ass or mine?" I laughed.

"Well, you're dad looked like he was really enjoying it when you fucked
him, so I guess you'd better lube me up and give me what you gave him,"
Steve grinned.

"You got it," I said as I sat back on my haunches and flipped open the
lube. For his part, Steve quickly lifted his legs so he could grab his
ankles and give me full access to his asshole. I squirted some lube onto my
index finger and teased Steve by gently tracing around his ass pucker,
which quivered with excitement. It even opened and closed slightly in
anticipation.

"I thought you were in a hurry," Steve laughed.

"Sorry, I forgot," I said with a wink. I gently forced the lubed finger
into Steve's ass and he let out a sigh. I explored the walls of his ass
briefly before I pulled my finger back out, added more lube and another
finger, and returned to exploring Steve's ass and opening up the tight ring
that clamped down on my fingers like a vice. A short time later, I pulled
out the two fingers, added more lube and another finger and then returned
to work on Steve's ass.

During all of this, Steve just moaned and enjoyed the sensations I was
giving him. He was surrendering his body and enjoying the dexterity of my
manual manipulation. His passivity vanished when I found his prostate and
set him off thrashing against the mattress and clamping his ass muscles
tighter than ever on my fingers.

"Oh, damn, you gotta fuck me now," he begged.

Well, I've always been happy to fulfill requests, so I quickly lubed up my
own cock, gave it a few strokes to prep it, slapped it against Steve's ass
cheeks a few times, and then lined up the head with his hole. Either I got
him primed up really well, or he was more eager than he seemed, because my
cock slipped in without any resistance at all and was virtually sucked all
the way in to the balls.

"Fuck, you've done this before," I laughed.

"Once or twice," he laughed back. "But not as much as I would like since my
fuckbuddy went away to college."

"Sorry to hear that," I said, "but we'll see what I can do to fill that
void. And if you're really good, maybe I'll introduce you to a couple guys
who can take care of you after I go home."

"Here in this town?" he asked, sounding truly shocked.

"Oh yeah," I confirmed with a sigh as I began to fuck my cock slowly in and
out of Steve's ass.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," Steve moaned. "Nice and slow and steady, just the
way I like it."

"Then that's the way you're gonna get it," I whispered as I continued to
fuck Steve slowly and gently. I didn't know how long I could keep it up
though, because his ass muscles were doing a job on my cock as it slid in
and out, and I wasn't sure how long it would be before the ass massage
drove my cock wild and it took on a pounding will of its own.

"So, who are these men you can set me up with?" Steve sighed as he just
relaxed completely into the fucking.

"I'm not sure I should tell you without checking with them first," I moaned
back, trying desperately to keep my cock under control.

"Oh, come on," he pleaded, giving my cock an extra-tight squeeze with his
ass.

"Oh fuck, okay, ease up unless you want me to start fucking your ass good
and hard." Steve just laughed and relaxed his ass, so I continued. "You
know Officer Perry?"

"He's one mean fucker," Steve moaned. "Everyone in town is scared of him."

"That's because they've never been handcuffed to a tree and fucked by him
in the middle of the night," I bragged.

"Oh damn, really?" Steve asked incredulously as his cock made a couple
excited flexes. "I've always thought he was hot but figured he'd beat the
shit out of me if I approached him."

"And I'm telling you he'd rather fuck the shit out of you," I laughed as I
began to speed up my fucking. The memory of getting brutally but
pleasurably fucked by Officer Perry was pushing my limits. "Take a walk in
the park some night, and you'll find out for yourself."

"I will," Steve moaned. "Thanks for the tip. Who else?"

"Ummm, well, you know that sports store down by the park?"

"Oh yeah," Steve sighed.

"Well, the owner--"

"Mike Griffin?" bellowed Steve.

I froze in surprise at Steve's reaction but managed to confirm, "Yeah,
that's him."

"Oh shit," Steve laughed, "he's my fuckbud's dad! Oh FUCK ME!"

From the emphasis in that last command, I figured Steve had had enough of
the soft and gentle, so I stepped up the pace and began to give him a deep
hard fuck.

"Yeah, that's it," Steve moaned. "I've had the hots for Mr. Griffin for
years. Damn, I'd love to have him fuck me like you're doing. Oh, harder,
Joey. HARDER!"

I began to pound Steve's ass good. Flesh slapping flesh. My cock slurping
in and out of his ass. Steve's ragged breaths as I drove the air out of
him. I was so engrossed in giving Steve a good going over that I didn't
hear the motel room door finally open and Peter sneak into the room.

"Yes, Joey, yes, yes, yes, yes," Steve moaned with every thrust of my cock.

"I can't last much longer, Steve. Your ass is driving me crazy. I'm gonna
fill it with cum soon."

"Oh yea, fill my ass with your hot cum, Joey," Steve begged.

"And then get the fuck out of the way so I can fuck his ass too," Peter
laughed.

"Dad!"

"I thought you'd never get here, Peter," I moaned. "Just in time. Oh fuck,
Steve, here it CUMS!"

I fucked frantically and Steve clamped his ass tight on my cock as he said,
"Yeah, Joey, give me your cum. Oh fuck, fill me up quick. Get it good and
ready for my dad. Oh, Dad, get ready for your turn."

"I am, Son," Peter said. I took a quick look and saw he was already naked
and stroking his uncut cock. The sight of his foreskin slipping back and
forth over his cock head sent me over the edge, and I began to shoot load
after load up Steve's ass.

"Yeah, give me your cum, Joey," Steve ordered. "Fill my ass. Oh yeah!"

I shuddered as I made my final deposit in Steve's ass. I paused to catch my
breath, and then I slowly slid my cock out. I grabbed my cock at the base
with my fist wrapped around my balls and casually wiped my cock against
Steve's cock, balls, and pubes. I ran my fist up my cock and worked out one
final load of cum. It beaded up at my piss slit and then began to sag
slowly, creating a long stream of cum as the main bead descended to Steve's
cock. I used my cock head to smear the cum along Steve's cock. Then I drew
back, leaned in, and licked my cum off of Steve's cock, which jumped at the
sensation.

"Damn, you're hot Joey," Steve moaned.

"Okay, okay, enough with the playtime," Peter said. "Get out of the way so
a real man can get some business done."

"He's all yours," I laughed and got off the bed.

Peter eagerly got on the bed between Steve's legs and pointed his hard cock
at Steve's ass. He even used his cock head to smear around some of my cum
that was leaking out of Steve's ass. But then Peter hesitated.

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"Are you sure you really want this, Son?" Peter asked. "Because there's no
going back."

"Fuck yeah, Dad," Steve confirmed. "I'm all ready for it. Have been for
years."

"Really?"

"Really, Dad. Now are you going to give me the fuck I want, or are we going
to have a heart-to-heart chat? I know which I want, and I want it right
now."

Without another word and without even lubing up his cock, Peter pushed
forward and his cock easily popped into Steve's asshole. Peter continued to
push forward until he was buried to the balls. I guess the lube and cum
already inside Steve's hole was all they needed. Peter took Steve's ankles
in his hands and pulled them back so Steve's ankles rested on his dad's
shoulders. I quietly sat down in the chair and watched mesmerized as Peter
began to fuck his son for the first time ever. It was nice and slow.

"Oh, Dad, that feels so good," Steve sighed.

"Sure does, Son," Peter confirmed as he casually fucked his cock in and out
of Steve's asshole.

Although depositing my cum in Steve had been a purely physical act of
getting my rocks off and making Steve feel good, I could tell by watching
Peter and Steve that their union was something more. It had the same
heightened emotional element that I had with my own dad and with Uncle
Joseph.

I was so engrossed in the unreserved pleasure that Peter and Steve were
giving each other that I didn't notice the motel room door open and close
again. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Uncle Joseph leaned down and
whispered in my ear, "Making new friends?"

I quickly motioned for Uncle Joseph to be quiet. I didn't want to disrupt
Steve and Peter. I figured an interruption might be awkward and keep them
from ever hooking up again, but if they were both fully satisfied by the
encounter, they would be more likely to enjoy their own family reunion
whenever the mood struck again.

Uncle Joseph indicated his complete understanding, but the price of his
silence was made clear when he quietly unzipped his jeans and hauled out
his cock and balls. I was willing to pay that price, so I gave up watching
Peter fuck Steve while Steve began to beg his dad to go harder and deeper.

I kneeled in front of Uncle Joseph and gently ran my fingers over his hairy
balls as his cock began to stiffen. I looked up at Uncle Joseph's face and
saw that instead of looking down at me, he was intent on watching Peter and
Steve. I understood the fascination, but I also wanted his full
attention. I tightened my grip on Uncle Joseph's balls and pulled down
gently but firmly. As I anticipated, that got his attention, along with a
small frown.

Quickly leaning in, I swallowed Uncle Joseph's cock and began to go to
work. It didn't take long before he was leaking his delicious precum and I
was lapping it up. My saliva was trickling down his shaft and onto his
balls, so I pulled my mouth off of his cock and quickly lapped up my spit
from his balls. Uncle Joseph let out a low moan, and I quickly looked over
at Peter and Steve, but they were completely engrossed in each other and
oblivious to everything and everyone else.

I watched Peter give Steve a few sharp thrusts of his cock, and then I
returned my full attention to Uncle Joseph's cock. He was slowly stroking
himself, and when I glanced up, I saw that he was once again fixated on
Peter and Steve. This time, I just let him enjoy the view while I got back
to enjoying his cock.

Uncle Joseph soon planted his hands on either side of my head and began to
fuck his cock down my throat in a slow and steady motion. I just relaxed my
throat and let him have his way with my tonsils.

As the moans and groans and slapping of flesh increased on the bed, Uncle
Joseph increased his pace. It was as if he was fucking Steve in unison with
Peter and had forgotten all about me. I didn't care. I just wished he was
fucking my ass, but accomplishing that would be too distracting and would
ruin everything. I just let Uncle Joseph continue to pound his cock down my
throat and bury my nose in his musky pubes.

"Oh, Son," Peter moaned, "I can't last much longer."

"Me either, Dad," sighed Steve, so I figured he must be jacking his cock
while his dad fucked his ass.

"I never dreamed we would ever do this," Peter said, with a tinge of
apprehension.

"Me either, Dad," Steve moaned, "but I've wanted to do it for a long time."

"Oh fuck, Steve!!!!!"

"Fill my ass, Dad. I want your cum in me. I want to be one with you. Fill
me with the cum that made me!"

"Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve," moaned Peter with every thrust of his
cock and slap of his flesh with his son.

"Now, Dad. Now! I'M GONNA CUM, DAD!" Steve bellowed.

"ME TOO, STEVE!" Peter bellowed in return and then let out a massive roar,
which could only mean that he was depositing his boiling load of daddy cum
in Steve's ass at that moment.

"YES!" Steve screamed, and I could imagine his own cum flying over his own
stomach.

"Oh yeah," Uncle Joseph sighed, and his cock began pulsing in my throat. I
planted my hands on his hips and shoved him back slightly. I wanted to
taste his seed, not have it just go straight to my stomach. My reward came
quickly as my mouth was soon filled with shot after shot of Uncle Joseph's
creamy cum.

When Uncle Joseph was finished making his deposit, he patted me on the head
and collapsed into the chair. I looked around and saw Peter collapse on top
of Steve. Steve tapped his dad on the shoulder and pointed in my
direction. Peter looked at me and froze.

"This is my Uncle Joseph," I said, wiping a glob of cum off my chin and
transferring it to my mouth.

"Glad to meet you," Uncle Joseph said. "I'd get up, but Joey here just
drained me, so it will be a little while before I can get up again."

"Me too," Peter laughed and relaxed.

"I'm ready for whoever gets up first," Steve volunteered.

"Well, unfortunately, I promised Mom that I would get back to the reunion
after moving my stuff," I said. "She'll be expecting me. I'm late already."

"Then run along, Joey," Uncle Joseph said. "I'll take care of your guests
for you."

"Oh fuck, let her wait," I said as I dove onto the bed with Peter and Steve
and began licking up Steve's cum where it was starting to run down his
side.

"Looks like you might need some help there," Uncle Joseph laughed as he
joined us in bed and began licking up Steve's cum on the other side.

Steve started to giggle a bit from the feel of our tongues on his
skin. "Easy, boys. There's more where that came from," he laughed.

"Save some for me," ordered Peter.

Uncle Joseph and I looked at each other and then we simultaneously swiped
up some cum on our fingers and held them out together for Peter, who leaned
forward and licked our fingers clean.

"Mmmmmm," Peter sighed, and I laughed when I saw that he was slowly pulsing
his cock in Steve's ass.

"I guess Peter beat you to the recovery, Uncle Joseph."

"Well, it's not recovered," Peter laughed, "but it's not dead either."

"Feels nice, Dad," Steve sighed.

"Maybe we should leave these lovebirds to it," offered Uncle Joseph
gallantly.

"Not on your life," Steve said quickly. "I want your cock up my ass
too. And I bet Joey's dying to sit on my dad's cock."

"Whoring me out already, are you, Son?" Peter laughed.

"You didn't seem to mind filling my mouth with cum this morning," I
observed.

"What?" Steve and Uncle Joseph shouted together.

"I've done a lot today that I never thought I would ever do in a million
years," Peter acknowledged. "And I like it all!" Peter crowed.

"Well, you've got a lot more to try before you're all caught up," laughed
Uncle Joseph.

"Then lets get started," Peter ordered.

*****

Before that day was finished, Peter had a pretty thorough introduction to
man sex, and he turned out to be a very avid student. He completely wore
out Steve, Uncle Joseph, and me, and he was still ready for more. Uncle
Joseph and I had to get back to the reunion at some point, so we finally
just left Peter and Steve in the motel room to explore their newfound
sexual relationship by themselves.

"I hope you don't mind that I let them use your room without asking you
first," I said as Uncle Joseph and I walked away from the motel.

"I think I'll get over it," Uncle Joseph laughed. "But what are we going to
do about PopPop? I love my dad and it sounded like you had fun riding him
last night, but I would really like some time alone with you."

"So would I," I said, wrapping my arm around Uncle Joseph's waist, forcing
him to wrap his arm around my shoulder.

"I wonder if Frank and Evan would mind having your grandpa stay with them
tonight," Uncle Joseph thought out loud.

"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "Once I have a chance to tell Evan about last
night, he'll be begging PopPop to stay with them."

"Damn, you boys are just as horny as we were at your age," Uncle Joseph
laughed.

"Except neither of us had brothers to show us the ropes," I said.

"Ropes. Hmmm, that gives me an idea," Uncle Joseph said with a wink.

"I'll definitely talk to Evan!" I said and gave Uncle Joseph's waist a
squeeze.

As we left the parking lot and headed off toward the park, Uncle Joseph let
out a sudden laugh and said, "I just hope PopPop doesn't decide to go back
to the motel room this afternoon. I'm not sure Peter would be ready for
that."

"But Steve would be!" I laughed and made a mental note to have a quick
conversation with PopPop about the opportunities waiting for him at the
motel if he needed an afternoon break from the family reunion. Or maybe I
would just let him save it all up for cousin Evan.


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