STEPHEN:

    On New Year's Eve, my wife and I were invited to a party by one of her girlfriends. My wife was keen on attending it much more than I was, and when she noticed my lack of enthusiasm she assured me she was okay going on her own, if I preferred to spend the night by myself or with someone else.

    "Now that you mention it… Taylor and Owen are still here, and Neil is all by himself after the divorce as well. Maybe we'll have a boys' night in," I said, already looking forward to it.

    My elder son and his husband had decided to stay on Stag Meadow Lane the week after Christmas, since they apparently didn't feel like spending another crazy New Year's Eve in New York. I had a suspicion they were still here because they also enjoyed getting to hook up with my other son Rory, as well as myself. We all knew we were in for a long, cold winter; and what better way to get ready for it than by having some hot fun, all together as a family.

    My buddy Neil O'Hara's family was unfortunately all broken up now. He spent a few hours with his adult kids over Christmas, but for the most part he spent the holiday season alone in his house. I felt bad for my friend and neighbor, so I was glad that at the very least we'd get to spend New Year's Eve together, which would hopefully cheer him up.

    I showed up at Neil's house early, around 3 PM on December 31st. I brought a lot of food and even more booze. 

    "Whoa. Is the whole neighborhood invited?" Neil said when he saw all of the provisions I'd provided.

    "No, just Taylor and Owen. They'll be here later. And Rory said he might drop by as well," I replied. 

    "There's enough food here to feed the five of us until St. Patrick's day," Neil said as he helped me carry everything to the fridge.

    "I figured you could use the leftovers. I know work at the hospital doesn't leave you a lot of time to cook," I noted.

    "Thanks for that, buddy," said Neil, before adding with more emotion in his voice, "You're a good friend, Stephen."

    Putting down the plates I was holding, I walked over to him and gave him a big strong hug. We stood that way for several minutes, two adult men telling one another "I love you" without using any words. Finally, Neil was the one to break the silence by saying,

    "I'm glad you're here. I can't believe I almost canceled on you," he chuckled.

    "You did? Why?" I asked, keeping my arms around Neil's back but pulling away a bit to look him in the face.

    "A booty call, I think the kids call it," he smiled. "This girl invited me to a party and pretty much promised me sex if I go. But the thought of spending the night surrounded by a bunch of drunk college kids was too unappealing. No sex is worth it."

    "And who knows, you might end up having sex tonight after all," I said cheekily. Neil reacted to that by reaching between my legs and cupping my bulge.

    "Got the cage on tonight?" he noticed.

    "Yup. For now. I can ask Taylor to bring the key."

    "No, leave it on. I like it," my buddy replied with a smirk. After we got things ready, Neil led me into the living room and pushed me down onto the couch. Without either of us saying a word, he yanked down the back of my pants and pushed his cock into my hole. He was rough and I think he'd been holding it in while we'd been setting up the food. He seemed extremely eager, and he started to pound me fast and hard. Before too long, he shoved in one final time and I felt him coating my inside with his load.

    "Phew," he said after pulling out and stepping back. "Man, I needed that. That girl's been sexting me all day and I needed some release. Don't think that means you're off the hook for later though," he quipped as I stood up and straightened out my clothes, clenching my ass to keep the cum from oozing out. I had a feeling it would be good to be lubed up for later.

    Taylor and Owen arrived a short time later, greeting Neil and me with a celebratory tone that told me they'd been pregaming back at the house. We sat down to eat and put on some music, with Neil making sure everyone's glass was always full. Rory joined us after dinner as we all moved into the living room. We made it clear that he needed to catch up with the rest of us and demanded he take some shots. That turned into all of us doing shots, so I'm not sure if he was any more caught up than he'd been.

    In typical behavior, Owen and Taylor were all over one another moments after sitting down, and while the rest of us talked, my first-born son leaned over and released Owen's cock from his pants, though it was only visible for about half a second before it disappeared again down my son's throat. Owen joined the conversation that Neil, Rory, and I were having, and the four of us continued to casually talk and drink while Taylor serviced his husband. After a while, he seemed to have been satisfied enough to come up for air, even though I knew Owen hadn't blown a load yet. 

    "So Dad," Taylor said, in a mischievous voice I knew all too well, "we brought some of our favorite toys from home..." He reached over to the side of the couch and grabbed a small travel bag that I hadn't noticed. Opening it, my son pulled out an array of cock-molded dildos of various sizes, along with a few other butt toys and plugs. Owen passed out cockrings to everyone except me, so of course that meant everyone needed to strip down to try them on. Suddenly I was surrounded by four throbbing cocks and I knew that I was in for an incredible night. I smirked when I saw Neil trying not to be too obvious as he stared at Owen's dick. 

    "Let's see what we can do to get Dad opened up good," Rory said, sounding like a kid in a candy store. Thirty seconds later, I was naked and on my hands and knees on the floor, the spongy knob of a dildo pressing up against my opening. As the toy started sliding in, I felt Neil's cum oozing out around it and dripping down my taint.

    "Oh fuck! Dad, you're such a slut!" Taylor exclaimed. "Or maybe I should just always assume you have a load in you these days. You're really trying to show me up, huh?" With faux anger that I might be attempting to eclipse his own insatiable need for seed, my older son shoved a bigger toy into my ass, hard. I yelped and all four men just laughed and continued to sip their drinks.

    While my two sons enjoyed themselves using the toys on my ass, I looked around and took in the rest of the room. Owen and Neil were standing nearby chatting, drinks in their hands. Both of them were naked and hard, and I was amused to watch Neil casually reach out and stroke Owen's massive cock. I'd certainly seen him take notice of my son-in-law's endowment earlier, and I think he was pleased at the chance to get a closer look. With the music and the sound of Taylor and Rory egging one another on, I couldn't quite make out what the other two men were saying as Neil kept palming Owen's dick. I could see that Owen was leaking his usual fuckton of precum, and my neighbor was enjoying the task of coating the oozing cock with its own juices.

    "Is he opened up yet?" Owen said eventually, clearly needing to plunge that cock into some kind of hole.

    "Oh, he's ready," Taylor said with a satisfied tone. I felt him remove a dildo from my ass, but something still felt like it was inside me. I realized the boys had worked two toys into my hole while I'd been drifting off and watching Owen and Neil. Holy shit! I'm not sure what surprised me more, that I could take two dildos so easily, or that I hadn't even noticed it happening. Owen walked over, and didn't even set down his drink as he got into position behind me.

    Even as stretched as I was, when my son-in-law's cock pushed into me it was still a tight fit. Taylor and Rory hadn't gone too deep with their two-toy assault, but Owen was already pushing much further inside. I got light-headed for a moment and I closed my eyes, moaning loudly by the time I felt Owen's big nuts hitting my own.

    "Fuck, that's a lot of cock in you, Stephen," Neil said from somewhere next to me. He was still fascinated with Owen's cock and was clearly enjoying seeing it disappear into the ass of his slutty friend. When I felt two cockheads brushing up against my lips, I opened my eyes to see my sons kneeling in front of me, looking giddy and excited. Their dicks had left slimy tracks across my mouth and chin, and as I licked up what I could, Taylor and Rory took the opportunity to push themselves into my mouth. Opening wide, I had the distinct pleasure of sucking both my sons' cocks at the same time. Only the heads and about an inch of each of them could fit into my mouth, but it was more than enough to cause my cock to swell against its metal containment as I indulged in the perverse act.

    Neil eventually joined them, and we cycled through every combination of two of them fighting to get into my throat. When one would finally relent, I'd suck the winner on his own for a while, and then we'd start over again. Everyone was edging, no one wanting to blow a load yet. We played for a good while, with Owen fucking Taylor and then Rory, much to Neil's pleasure as he jerked his cock and watched the three of them. I took a break to enjoy some dessert and refill our glasses.

    At one point about an hour before midnight, Owen had stepped away to talk to his parents on the phone. I smiled as I pictured him standing in the bedroom naked, talking on the phone while his cock glistened with the cum and ass juices of multiple members of my family. Neil and I were relaxing on the couch sipping fresh drinks and watching my two sons have sex on the floor a few feet away.

    "Damn that's some wild shit," Neil muttered in amazement. He could only be referring to the way Taylor was fucking his younger brother on all fours, with Rory's long hair wrapped around one of Taylor's hands. My elder son pulled Rory's hair back every time he slammed his cock into his brother's ass. Neither of them were even trying to keep the volume down on their grunts and moans.

    "Makes me wish I'd had a brother," Neil mused, glancing over at me.

    "I didn't either," I replied. Then, with a smile, I added, "You're really like a brother to me, bud." Elbowing Neil lightly in the ribs, I enjoyed seeing him grin at what I'd said.

    "Yeah, that's for sure. A year ago I might have said that brothers don't do the kind of stuff we'd done, but..." He trailed off and chuckled as I continued watching Rory and Taylor, now gently stroking his hardening cock.

    "Brothers can have all kinds of fun," I finished, and then slid off the couch and got between Neil's legs, slurping up his dripping cock into my mouth. I worked my friend's cock over nice and slow, making sure to give his balls a good amount of attention as well. My neighbor had left one load in my ass already, and I knew that I wanted another one down my throat. I was sure he had it in him, given how much precum he was depositing in my mouth and throat.

    Owen walked back into the living room, finishing up his chat with his family. I'd noticed him out of the corner of my eye, but I was pretty focused on the task in front of me. So it did catch me off guard when he pushed his cock into my ass, right as he was bidding farewell to his father on the phone.

    "Yeah, Dad... I'll definitely tell Stephen you said hi," Owen said with a chuckle before ending the call. After that, he was able to devote his full attention to what became a pretty intense fuck. My face was forced into Neil's crotch over and over as my son-in-law repeatedly pulled almost all the way out and then slammed himself back in.

    Eventually, Taylor and Rory made their way over next to Owen, and they began taking turns, each of them sliding into my ass just for a thrust or two before pulling out to let the others have a go. I was whimpering around Neil's cock from the assault. It was wild, being able to really feel the differences between the three cocks as they switched places so fast, though after a while it became hard to tell who was who. Even Owen's girth stopped feeling so different from the others as my ass both loosened up and started to get numb.

    "Let's fill him up, guys. It's almost midnight," I heard Rory say, sounding more gruff than he had all night. I'd had Neil in my mouth for close to an hour at this point. Being filled with a cock was feeling more and more like the normal state of my throat lately.

    Since he'd probably been the closest to cumming, which had prompted his declaration, Rory slid in and only did a few quick thrusts before emptying his balls into me. The other three men cheered and I heard hands slapping onto Rory's back (or maybe his ass). Taylor was next, and he spouted out a ton of dirty talk about feeling Rory's load around his cock and getting his little brother's sloppy seconds. Neil swelled up bigger in my mouth as he heard all that.

    Then it was Owen's turn, who took his time and spoke in a deep tone about how he was churning all the cum already inside me before adding his own to the mix. Of course he left his load the deepest of all. As he pulled out, I looked up at Neil who was smiling down at me and running his hands through my hair as I massaged the underside of his cock with my tongue.

    "Ten... nine.. eight..." the boys shouted, counting down. Neil just plunged his dick in and out of my throat in time with the numbers. When midnight struck, I heard shouting from out on the street as well as right here in the room. I could see that Taylor, Rory and Owen were all locked in a steamy three-way kiss. I felt Neil's hand grip the side of my face and he slid his cock almost all the way out, then backed up a little more so that I was kissing the tip of his cock. We both smiled and he began to unload onto my tongue.

    As I finished swallowing what was both my last load of the old year and my first load of the new one, I felt my cock swell up again inside the cage. I reflected on how a year ago I might have felt slighted, with everyone else busting a nut except for me. But I'd come to know that there was more than one way to get off, and after pleasing these four guys I loved, I was starting the new year feeling fully satisfied.​​