Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 13:34:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Family Reunion, Part 13 (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 13

The family reunion was almost over, but not yet. We were still hanging out
at the park and having yet another picnic. I was standing apart from
everyone and thinking back over all the sucking and fucking I'd been doing
during the past two weeks.

At about the time that I was coming to the conclusion that there's nothing
like family cock and cum, Uncle Joseph walked up to me. I guess I should
stay stumbled up to me, because for the first time ever, I saw that Uncle
Joseph was as drunk as a skunk.

"Yer a good boy," he slurred as he suddenly wrapped his arms around me,
pinning my own arms at my sides. He rested his head on my shoulder and
began to nuzzle against my neck.

"What the fuck, Uncle Joe?" I hissed, struggling to get away before anyone
noticed.

"I love yuh, Joey Joe Joe," he mumbled.

"Stop it, Uncle Joseph," I ordered, but he didn't pay any attention.

"God, I need your cock," he groaned. He released me with one arm so he
could drop a hand to grab my crotch.

"Jeez!" I hissed as I managed to spin away from him.

Uncle Joseph stumbled a bit and looked around with some confusion to see
where I'd gone. "Joey?" he said with a hurt sound in his voice.

I was never so glad to see my dad as I was when he quickly walked up to
Uncle Joseph and said, "Looks like you've had too much to drink, Joe."

"Yuh think?" Uncle Joseph said with a condescending laugh. "You want his
cock as much as I do."

Dad quickly put his arm around Uncle Joseph's arm and said, "I think we'd
better get you back to the motel."

"You gonna let me fuck your ass if I go?" Uncle Joseph slurred seductively.

"If you shut up," Dad hissed.

Uncle Joseph wrapped an arm around Dad's waist, and they started off toward
the motel. I looked around quickly, but no one seemed to be paying
attention. That was definitely too fucking close. I turned angrily and
headed to the motel as well.

*****

During the walk to the motel, Uncle Joseph lost more and more awareness
about what was going on. He became too much for Dad to handle alone, so I
added my support on the other side. The three of us finally stumbled into
Uncle Joseph's motel room. I stopped to slam the door shut, while Uncle
Joseph and Dad lurched across the room.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I screamed as I crossed the room
to face Uncle Joseph, who was still being kept on his feet by Dad.

"Huh?" Uncle Joseph said vaguely as he tried to focus on me to see who was
yelling at him.

"Are you crazy?" I continued to scream. "Grabbing my cock in public where
anyone could see?"

"Joey," Dad said softly, trying to calm me.

"Don't defend him," I yelled at Dad. "He could have blown the whole setup
wide open! Do you want people to start wondering about what we're doing
when we're alone?"

"No," Dad continued softy, "but you might as well save your energy. He'll
never remember anything you say to him now."

"Okay," I said, calming down as I realized that Dad was right. "We'd better
get him into bed." I started to help Dad direct Uncle Joseph to the bed.

"I think he might be a little more comfortable if we get him undressed,"
Dad laughed.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I guess we should. Hold him still." Having said that, I
squatted down and pulled off Uncle Joseph's boots one at a time. Dad had
trouble holding him up as his weight shifted, but he managed. I pulled off
Uncle Joseph's socks and then reached up to undo his jeans. I couldn't help
laughing when I pulled down the jeans and discovered that he had gone
commando.

"One less thing to take off," Dad laughed.

Uncle Joseph's soft cock flopped about in my face as I struggled to get him
to step out of his jeans. He finally steadied himself by planting a hand on
top of my head as he stepped out of the jeans. I started to lean back with
his jeans in my hands, but even drunk, Uncle Joseph had other ideas. He
tightened his grip on my head and pulled me forward so I had no other
choice than to bury my nose in his pubes as he ground his soft cock against
my cheek.

Dad laughed again and said, "Guess he's not completely out of it."

I made the mistake of opening my mouth to answer Dad. And I say it was a
mistake because no sooner had I parted my lips than Uncle Joseph was
shoving his plumping-up cock between them. I figured I might as well just
relax and enjoy it, so I reached up and took the base of his cock in my
hand. I worked the skin backward until my tongue verified that I'd managed
to retract his foreskin.

When I swirled my tongue around Uncle Joseph's cock head, he let out a
contented sigh. But that's not all he let out. Suddenly, he unleashed a
torrent of piss in my mouth. I moaned out my objections, but I also kept my
mouth tightly clamped over his cock to avoid getting piss all over me and
the carpet. I gulped frantically to keep up with the flood of acidic piss.

"Sorry, Son," Dad said, realizing what was happening but coming to the same
conclusion that I had about how messy it would be to pull my mouth off of
the pissing cock.

Uncle Joseph let out a contented sigh as the piss stream dwindled to a
trickle and finished with a few final drops as his cock slipped out of my
mouth and he stumbled backward to collapse on the bed and pass out.

After a stunned moment, I stood up and screamed, "That drunken fuck just
pissed his beer load into my mouth!"

"I figured that's what was happening," Dad said with a shrug and an
annoying hint of a smile.

"Well, he's gonna be sorry!" I said as I stepped up to the side of the bed
and ripped Uncle Joseph's shirt open. I rolled him over onto his stomach
and yanked the shirt down his arms. I threw the shirt on the floor with his
jeans and began to strip naked myself.

"Okay, Joey, I know you're not happy with Joe right now," Dad said, "but
think about what you're doing first."

"He pissed in my mouth without permission," I said calmly. "I don't see why
I shouldn't cum in his ass without his permission."

"Because you're not drunk," Dad said. "That's enough reason."

"Not good enough," I said as I threw the last of my clothes on the floor
with Uncle Joseph's clothes.

"Me thinks the boy doth protest too much," Dad laughed as he nodded toward
my rock-hard cock that was swinging in the breeze.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, suddenly angry because I realized that while
I'd been really annoyed while drinking Uncle Joseph's piss, I'd also been
really turned on. And now I needed desperately to blow a load.

"Now, look here, Son," Dad said. The reprimand didn't include the normal
note of reproach that it should have, so I looked quickly at Dad and
glanced down to see his own cock straining against his pants.

"It looks like I'm not the only one protesting too much. Get undressed!" I
ordered, and Dad silently obeyed. Quickly walking around the bed, I managed
to spread Uncle Joseph's legs apart to expose his ass.

As the last of Dad's clothes joined the pile on the floor, I glanced at him
and saw him take a quick stroke of his cock while he licked his lips. "Eat
his ass," I ordered. Dad silently crawled on the bed, spread Uncle Joseph's
ass cheeks, and leaned in to go to work on the pink pucker with his
saliva-dripping tongue.

Even being passed out didn't keep Uncle Joseph from letting out an
occasional groan of satisfaction as Dad ate his ass. And from the noises
Dad was making it, he was enjoying his meal, which sounded very sloppy and
very wet.

"Yeah, keep it up," I ordered. "Get him good and wet, because it's all he's
getting."

"What?" Dad asked, jerking his head up with surprise.

"What I said. You're gonna fuck his ass with nothing but spit. I want him
to know when he wakes up that he's been punished."

"Son, I don't think--"

"Do it, or it'll be your ass getting fucked without any lube, not even
spit!"

"Sorry, Son, I'm not going to hurt your uncle that way," Dad said as he
reached over to the nightstand and picked up the tube of lube. As he began
to lube up Uncle Joseph's ass, Dad looked at me, and for the first time in
our sexcapades, I knew he was disappointed with me. All my anger suddenly
vanished. When Dad reached out to put the lube back on the nightstand, I
quickly grabbed it and stood looking at Dad sheepishly.

"Sorry, Dad," I said softly.

"That's my boy," Dad said proudly. "You've got to learn the limits."

"Yes, sir."

"Now get my ass lubed up. Joe's all ready to go now."

"Are you sure? I mean, maybe just you and me..."

"Joe's never objected to lending a helping ass when he's passed out," Dad
laughed.

"You mean...?"

"I mean I just wanted you to acknowledge the limits. Sex is about pleasure,
Son, and yes, occasionally pain, but it should never be about pure
anger. And that's where your head was a minute ago."

"I guess. Yeah, it was."

"Now, are you ready to give me some pleasure while I give Joe a bit of
pleasure too?"

"Assume the position!" I ordered with a smile.

"Yes, sir," Dad said obediently and positioned his lubed cock at Uncle
Joseph's lubed ass crack.

"Forward," I ordered and watched Dad slowly sink his cock up Uncle Joseph's
ass. Uncle Joseph let out a contented moan, and Dad gave me a quick grin
before focusing exclusively on his own cock as it slowly disappeared from
sight.

When Dad finally let out a deep groan, I knew he was as deep as he could
go. I got on the bed behind him and pressed him forward. Dad leaned over
Uncle Joseph and gave me full access to his asshole. I quickly began
working lube into Dad's asshole, and he let out another satisfied groan. I
lubed up my own dripping cock and position it at Dad's pucker.

"Yeah, Son," Dad moaned. "Give it to me."

"Not yet," I said slyly as I suddenly sat back on my haunches with a new
idea. I cupped my right hand over Dad's ass and slid it forward with my
middle finger exploring the way along his crack.

"Oh fuck," Dad shivered as my finger passed across his quivering pucker and
continued on toward his balls. I gently ran my hand around Dad's balls,
giving them a tantalizing tease that elicited another moan from Dad. I
reached down to feel Uncle Joseph's balls, and he let out a moan as well. I
pulled my hand back so Dad's balls sat nicely in my palm, and then I slid
my hand forward so my middle finger and ring finger straddled Dad's cock
shaft where it joined with Uncle Joseph's ass.

"Slowly," I said, and Dad knew exactly what I meant. He began slowly
fucking Uncle Joseph's ass, dragging his balls back and forth over my palm
and running my fingers back and forth along his slick shaft.

"Oh, Son," that feels amazing.

"Definitely," I sighed as I began to stroke my lubed cock in rhythm with
Dad's fucking.

"The only thing better would be to have your cock in my ass," Dad moaned.

"You've got it," I said, drawing my hand back from his balls and aiming my
cock at the puckered target that we both wanted to have pierced. I pressed
forward as Dad fucked into Uncle Joseph, and I continued to press forward
as Dad began to withdraw his cock. Dad's ass smoothly slid back on my cock
as it filled him and continued forward until our flesh was pressed
together.

"Here we go," Dad sighed. He pressed forward into Uncle Joseph's ass and I
pulled backward. He pulled out of Uncle Joseph's ass and I pressed forward
into his. Forward. Backward. Forward. Backward. In. Out. In. Out. We
settled into a consistent rhythm, gradually increasing and decreasing the
tempo in perfect synchronicity. We were definitely a well-lubed machine.

"Oh, Dad, I love fucking your ass."

"And I love getting it fucked, Son."

"I don't know how much longer I can last," I said, feeling my balls tighten
up and my thigh muscles quiver.

"Let it go whenever you're ready," Dad said. "I can't wait to have more of
my son's hot cum in my ass. It's been too long, Joey!"

"Oh, Dad. Oh, Dad. Oh, Dad!" I moaned with growing intensity and volume.

"Well, looky, looky," said a new voice in the room. I looked toward the
door and saw PopPop, Uncle Frank, and cousin Evan all standing there with
grins plastered over their faces.

"OH, DAD!" I screamed as I went over the edge. But the lack of focus caused
by the new arrivals made me break our rhythm and my cock popped out of
Dad's ass. I quickly grabbed my dick to guide it back in, but I was too
late. "SORRY," I yelled as I began to blow load after load after load of
cum all over Dad's ass while I pumped my cock shaft frantically.

"OH, JOEY!" Dad yelled back as he thrust his cock into Uncle Joseph's ass
and unleashed his own torrent of cum.

When Dad finally collapsed onto Uncle Joseph's back, I leaned forward and
licked my cum off of Dad's ass. I then gently pressed my still plump cock
back into Dad's asshole. I leaned over onto Dad's back as he sighed,
"Awwwwww, yeah, Joey, that feels so good."

"Sure does," I sighed.

When the room filled with applause, I turned my head to grin at PopPop,
Uncle Frank, and Evan. All three of them had rigid cocks desperately trying
to escape from their pants.

"Hey, PopPop," I said casually. "I thought you were going to spend tonight
in Uncle Frank's camper."

"I am," my grandpa said. "We just stopped by to pick up my things."

"Well, since you're here," I said casually, "how about joining the fun?"

"Who am I to refuse such a kind invitation?" PopPop said with a grin as he
began to strip off and add his clothes to the pile.

"Shut the door, Son," Uncle Frank said to Evan and began to add his own
clothes to the pile.

"Wait for me!" Evan yelled as he hurriedly slammed the door shut and began
to add his clothes to the pile.

*****

Dad wasn't the only one who used Uncle Joseph's asshole that evening. We
all took our turns and left a load or two. PopPop and Uncle Frank were kind
enough at least to let Evan and me go first, before they really opened up
Uncle Joseph with their beer-can cocks.

Uncle Joseph wasn't the only plaything, though. When I finally got to
sleep, I had a very raw ass, a very sore jaw, and a completely exhausted
cock. But I was full of cum at both ends, and as they say, I was as happy
as a pig in shit.

After the others all left, I curled up with Uncle Joseph and pulled him in
so he was spooned against my back. All the anger from earlier was long
forgotten, and I was contented to be wrapped in his warm arms.

*****

"Oh, fuck," Uncle Joseph moaned in the morning when he finally regained
consciousness.

"Hangover?" I asked casually as I snuggled back into him and felt his
morning hardon pressing against my ass.

"I feel like I've been fucked by a herd of buffalo," Uncle Joseph groaned.

"A herd of well-lubed family buffalo," I laughed. "Well, not the entire
family, just me, Evan, Dad, Uncle Frank, and PopPop."

"Damn."

"That's what you get for making a public spectacle of yourself," I said,
with a hint of annoyance returning to my voice.

"Oh no," Uncle Joseph said with panic as he rolled me on my back and
climbed up to straddle me. "What did I do????!!!!"

"You mean besides almost raping me in front of the entire family at the
park?" I asked calmly.

"Shit, I've never--"

"Don't worry about it," I said reassuringly. "Dad and I managed to get you
back here before anyone noticed what you had on your mind."

"Oh, Joey, Joey, Joey," he said as he collapsed onto me and buried his face
in my neck. "I'm so sorry. I promise. It won't happen again."

"Relax," I said, rubbing his back. "It's fine. We're fine. You're
fine. Just don't drink so much again when you're around me."

"I promise," Uncle Joseph said, giving me a soft kiss.

"Promise me one other thing," I said.

"Anything."

"Well, promise me that there are a few things that WILL definitely happen
again," I said with a grin as I ground my morning hardon against his own
hard cock.

"Definitely," Uncle Joseph laughed. "I definitely promise that."

*****

Uncle Joseph and I were really late getting to the next-to-last breakfast
of the reunion that morning, but my ass told me it was worth it, even if
Mom did yell at me and refuse to let me out of her sight again until after
lunch.



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