CLARK:

    I was very pleasantly surprised to see our buddy Stan back in town, but it faded in comparison to the surprise I felt when I saw my brother Dixon sucking my cock. I somehow assumed Dixon was strictly a "top," so to see him servicing me as well as my son was a major shock. 

    The following day, Dixon drove to the cottage that Stan was renting for the week, with Tyler and me in the backseat. When we arrived at our destination, Stan answered the door donning nothing but a pair of plaid boxers. The fire was on, and the cottage smelled of beer and cigarettes. As Stan gave me a hug, I felt overwhelmed by the manly musk emitting from his hairy armpit. For some reason it had an effect on my dick, which began to tingle in my jeans.

    We sat around the table in the living room. My son and I shared the couch, with my brother in an armchair next to us. Our host fetched beers for all of us, then he went to sit in an armchair directly opposite me. We struck up a conversation but I didn't contribute much to it, since I was rather dickstracted by something else.

    Even though Stan's boxers were relatively loose and baggy, he still had a noticeable bulge that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. Before long, with a slight shift, barely spreading his legs open, Stan's hefty dick began to poke out of the right leghole, rubbing against his hairy thigh. I couldn't tell if he was showing off on purpose or not, maybe he didn't even notice it. But then, Stan spread his legs even wider and reached down to rearrange his balls and scratch his sack, after which his dick looked even firmer. There was no doubt now that he was intentionally flashing me.

    The hunky construction worker started tugging on his shaft discreetly, teasing me with great effect. He looked directly at me, smirking, daring me to say or do something. As he worked his cock to its full length, my heart started racing and my mouth was watering. While my son and my brother talked about some video game they were both into, Stan took one final swig of his beer and set the bottle down on the coffee table with a soft clink. Rising to his feet, he walked toward me, closing the space in four purposeful strides.

    "Pull 'em down," Stan ordered in a low, commanding voice, standing in front of me in nothing but his bulging boxers.

    My cheeks started to burn as I sensed both Tyler and Dixon gazing at me. I took a sip of beer for some liquid courage before reaching forward and tugging at the soft fabric that was now doing nothing to hide Stan's thick meat. His dick was so hard that I had to pull hard on the boxers, until finally his tool sprang free and smacked me in the face.

    "Good boy. Now, suck it," Stan ordered again in that same serious, sensuous tone.

    Feeling Stan's precum on my cheek, I eyed his veined babymaker. His hand came to rest on the back of my head, not pushing, but gently guiding me closer. I leaned forward, my mouth barely open. The man's large mushroom head slid past my lips, and I tasted his juices straight from the source. Stan pushed forward with his hips, his girthy shaft stretching my jaw out, and I had to put my hands around the base to stop him from pushing further before I started gagging.

    It took me some time to get used to having Stan's cock poking at the back of my throat. The more he moaned in appreciation, the more confident I grew. I set a steady rhythm, my lips sliding along Stan's shaft while his fingers combed through my hair. Sitting right next to me on the couch, my son scooted even closer until his thigh was pressing against mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw my boy rubbing his palm over the swelling bulge of his pants. Somehow, having Tyler here to watch me suck this sexy hunk's cock made everything even hotter.

    "Get on the floor," Stan barked, snapping his fingers at me while pulling back and leaving a string of precum between my lips and his cock.

    Like a damn puppy, trained and eager, I slid off the couch and onto the floor without raising any objections. I opened my mouth wide as he stepped forward, and I took his length in one determined gulp. Stan's coarse pubes tickled my nose, but I loved how his musk seemed to overcome me. I gagged a bit but kept my composure. He spurred me on by groaning deeply. My hands held onto his thick thighs for leverage as I bobbed my head back and forth in my inexperienced attempts at deepthroating him.

    "Unbuckle your belt," he rasped, one hand pulling my hair to hold me in place.

    I fumbled blindly at my waist to undo my belt and pull down my zipper. I was desperate to release my own dick, which was painfully hard in my jeans by now. Coming to assist me, my brother walked over and yanked at the back of my pants, pulling them down along with my boxer briefs in one swift motion. Dixon's calloused hands roughly pawed at my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

    At first, with a cock lodged down my throat and my ass exposed, I felt incredibly vulnerable. Then I felt something incredibly different… and it was amazing. My younger brother's beard scratched my ass as he shoved his face between my cheeks, prodding my hole with his tongue. A moan escaped my mouth but it was muffled by the dick I was sucking. My body jolted as Dixon's lips sucked gently at the rim of my hole before he pushed his tongue in and out with quick, darting flicks.

    "Did you bring lube by any chance?" Dixon asked Stan, still gripping my asscheeks.

    "No," Stan replied curtly while plunging his dick deeper down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in hard. My throat started convulsing but Stan's firm grip kept me in place. 

    "Shit, me neither. Oh well. I think his hole is loose enough," my brother noted. I could no longer feel his hot breath on my ass. Instead, I felt some pressure as his cockhead started to nudge my hole.

    "Fuck!" I moaned, still sucking on Stan's delicious dick, which I didn't dare relinquish. My ass began to sting, feeling just the tip of my brother's cock inside me.

    "Wow," my son gasped from the couch, watching his uncle struggle to stick a couple of inches of his impossibly thick tool up my ass.

    "Fuck, bro, you're tight as hell. Why don't you open him up for me, Tyler?" Dixon suggested in a dominant tone that made it sound like more of an order than a suggestion. "I think your dad might take your dick a bit easier."

    "I'm not hard all the way yet," the teen admitted.

    "Well then come here," Stan growled, pulling his dick from my mouth with a wet plop.

    I turned to Tyler who stood up at the same time, his semi-erect cock just a couple of feet away from me. With his pants around his ankles, my son shuffled over to me and I took him in without hesitation. My tongue swirled around his head, his shaft lodging itself deeper and deeper the harder he got. He groaned as my nose prodded his hairy pubic region. He then pulled my hair to get me to stop before circling behind me.

    My son got to his knees between my legs as Stan reclaimed my mouth. Tyler pushed in slowly as I tried to relax. This time, the burn was easier, more manageable. I was able to adjust to my son's slimmer shaft, but I still kept inadvertently clenching around him. Another gasp escaped me when Tyler finally bottomed out. I was thrilled to feel my son inside me again. After all, he was the very first man who ever fucked me.

    Wordlessly, Stan and Tyler began thrusting in unison. While Stan's thick cock battered the back of my throat, making me drool, Tyler's steady strokes grew more determined as he slapped against my cheeks to hit deep. I started to sweat from the effort. Grunts and moans filled the room as the lumberjack and the teenage boy used me. My own hard cock swung between my legs, leaking precum on the floor.

    "Good job, son. Now let your uncle take over," Dixon said a few minutes later, complimenting Tyler's performance as my son slipped his dick out of my ass.

    Tyler moved to the side, panting to catch his breath. Dixon took over seamlessly, his girthy shaft entering me much easier this time, but I still winced in momentary pain as my hole stretched to a new limit. Dixon groaned as my hole and insides parted for him. If I hadn't been holding so tightly onto Stan's thighs, my body would've melted in a puddle on the floor. Waves of pleasure washed over me. Tyler's tool had felt nice inside of me, but my brother's heftier equipment pushed me to the limit.

    Dixon gave me a moment to adjust before sinking in fully and then pounding me relentlessly. He was one confident fucker, that's for sure! Despite being my little brother, there was nothing little about him. I simply moaned and whimpered as he claimed my hole, all while I kept nursing on Stan's cock. Each of Dixon's thrusts jolted me forward, making me gag and choke on Stan's dick continuously. Somehow, Dixon found his way deeper inside me, rearranging my guts. I knew this was an irreversible power shift, and I was going to continue my life thinking about this moment forever.

    Soon, Stan wanted a turn to break me in. He and my brother gladly switched places. Stan slammed into my ass at a different angle that felt fresh but just as intense. While his tool wasn't as long as Dixon's, Stan was even thicker. Luckily, by this point my hole was stretched out more than I ever thought possible.

    In the meantime, my brother fed me his shaft, slick with my own ass sweat, making me taste my own hole. Tyler joined his uncle and I did my best to blow both of them, taking turns on each of their dicks and even sucking both of their cockheads at the same time.

    The three men rotated around me at their own accord like a kinky game of musical chairs. They traded my mouth and hole amongst themselves without asking for permission. My knees were going numb and my wrists were aching from supporting myself, but all I could think about was their dicks inside of me. During the brief intervals when my ass was vacant, I begged to have it refilled. The pleasure I felt as they pounded against my prostate erased all discomfort.

    The three virile tops finally helped me up. Stan pinned me against the wall, rutting hard and fast before burying his dick balls-deep inside me and flooding my ass with his hot spunk. Seconds later Dixon followed, his girth churning his buddy's cum. The extra lube must've added some sensation for Dixon as he started cursing and adding his fraternal seed inside me.

    Tyler, my son, my pride and joy, went last. His dick slipped in easily. I did my best to clench my hole for his pleasure, but the rough treatment I'd undergone made that difficult. His youthful thrusts started quick, but slowed as he added a third load. He shuddered against my back, panting against my sweaty skin and finally planting a kiss on the back of my neck as his last wad of jizz shot inside me.

    When the frenzy calmed, the wooden wall started to feel cool against my chest. My body trembled and my knees were shaking. I ached all over. I reached back and fingered the warm, steady stream of cum that was leaking from my stretched-out asshole. I should've felt shame at being used like a cum dump; but instead, my pride swelled. I'd taken all three dicks and I never gave up. I smiled and I turned around, leaning my back against the wall. Before I knew it, my boner was inside my son's mouth and I was feeding him my spunk.