TYLER:

    Unlike most people I knew, my Uncle Dixon didn't spend a lot of time glued to his phone. But lately, I noticed him texting a lot and smiling whenever he received a message from someone.

    "You got a boyfriend?" I asked him flatly while we were out for lunch one Saturday, just the two of us. We'd barely sat down at the diner and he was already pulling out his phone and typing away.

    "It's Stan," my uncle revealed. "No, he's not my boyfriend, but we've been texting a lot recently. We're actually making plans to see each other in Maine next weekend. Wanna come?"

    "Of course," I accepted the invitation enthusiastically while pouring a generous amount of syrup on my blueberry pancakes.

    "Great. I'll ask your dad to join us, too. He could use some cheering up. He and your mom haven't been getting along."

    "Yeah," I said, unwilling to talk about my parents' marriage, which was likely nearing its end. It was an open secret that my mother had been seeing another man for quite some time now. The main thing keeping her married to my father was probably all their joined finances and investments. But rather than dwell on the topic, I asked Uncle Dixon, "Are we gonna be staying at Stan's house when we go to Maine?"
   "No, he suggested a campground where we can all stay for a couple of days. Oughta be fun. But we always have fun when we go camping, don't we?" Dixon pointed out with a wink, no doubt referring to our most recent camping trip, when I fucked him for the first time in our tent.

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    The following weekend, we got in Uncle Dixon's truck and he drove to Maine. I was thrilled to hear that Stan would be joined by his brother Ray and nephew Nash. Nash was only a year older than me, so I was excited to meet him and hopefully make friends with him.

    We had rented two cabins at the campground, one for each family. When we arrived, Dixon and Dad began unloading our stuff but I was impatient to meet Stan's relatives, so I immediately dashed to the cabin next door to introduce myself.

    I knocked on the door and a bearded man's head popped out. "Hi, I'm Tyler. Dixon's nephew," I said with a friendly wave.

    "Hi, Tyler. Come on in," the man smiled, opening the door wide enough to reveal he was fully nude. "I'm Stan's brother Ray. Nice to meet you."

    I stepped inside the cabin and shook Ray's hand. Before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to his groin. His calloused palm squeezed my hand in a way that told me he knew I was looking – and he approved. My own dick stirred in my shorts from the excitement of it all. Ray's cock hung thick and heavy between his furry legs, looking very similar to Stan's, which made complete sense given they were brothers. I couldn't help but wonder if they also looked the same when they were erect…

    I considered flirting with Ray a little bit just to see where it might go, but we were interrupted by Stan sauntering in from the other room. I was thrilled to see he was buck-ass naked, just like his older brother. It was so fucking hot that the two siblings were hanging out together completely naked like it was no big deal. Stan pulled me into a bear hug, his fat dick pressing against my thigh.

    "Hey, Nash! C'mon out and meet my buddy Tyler," he bellowed, turning his head.

    A twinkish guy about my age came out from the other room. The naked newcomer looked just like a younger, skinnier, and clean-shaven version of Ray. I had no doubt this was Ray's son Nash. He pulled me into a hug as if we were best friends, and even gave my ass a playful pat through my shorts.

    I didn't know where to look first. Stan and Ray's beefy, hairy bodies, with those meaty tools swinging between their thick thighs. And there was Nash, who was really cute and had a gorgeous smile – and not to mention a pretty decent-sized dick as well. I desperately wanted to drop to my knees and service all three of them.

    "I see you guys are quite… comfortable," I said with a smirk, alluding to their nudity.

    "There's no A/C in these cabins," Stan said. "Besides, we weren't sure what time you guys would get here. We were just about to get started with a little something."

    "Yeah? Like what?" I asked, curious to hear more.

    "My nephew here," Stan smacked Nash's bubble butt with a loud crack, "was feeling horny, so he asked me to fuck him. Wanna watch?"

    For the moment Uncle Dixon told me about this trip, I had a feeling something like this might happen – but damn, I didn't expect it to happen so fast! I thought about bolting out the door to go grab Dad and Uncle Dixon, but I didn't want to miss a second of this. I nodded at Stan and Nash, matching their mischievous grins, and followed them into the next room. Ray trailed us, already stroking his cock slowly, clearly excited that his own brother was about to fuck his son.

    The room was small and cramped with three twin-sized beds and a bunch of bags on the floor. Stan flopped onto the nearest bed and spread his legs wide. Nash kneeled on the floor and positioned himself calmly between his uncle's thighs, like he'd done this a hundred times. With his hands on Stan's knees, Nash leaned forward, gliding his hands until they were holding his uncle's cock, massaging it into a full erection. Then, his lips parted – and he took his uncle's dick into his mouth in one smooth motion.

    Even though I'd done the same thing with my own uncle, I was stunned to see another couple doing something so taboo. I pulled my shirt and shorts off, freeing my boner, and I joined Ray as he settled on one of the other beds. We were close enough to hear every wet slurp and muffled moan coming from Ray's son. The proud daddy observed the blowjob closely, admiring his son's skills and jerking off next to me. When Nash arched his back, his father and I got a real good view of his ass, including his pulsing teen hole, which definitely drew Ray's attention.

    For several minutes we watched Nash deepthroat his uncle, gagging softly but pushing things further, with saliva dripping down Stan's balls. Suddenly, Ray's hand brushed mine, sliding over onto my lap and gripping my shaft firmly. I happily returned the favor, wrapping my fingers around the daddy's thick tool – the tool that had produced the hardworking young cocksucker in front of us.

    But Nash aimed to be more than just a cocksucker. He pulled his mouth off his uncle's dick with a gasp, catching his breath before scrambling up onto the mattress on all fours. He arched his back again, ass up, tempting his Uncle Stan.

    "Mmm, you ready for your uncle's big cock, boy?" Stan growled, spitting into his palm and slicking himself up. 

    Nash nodded enthusiastically, giving Stan his blessing to shove his prick in, both of them grunting loudly. The sight had both Ray and me throbbing and leaking precum onto each other's fingers, completely turned on by the kinky scene playing out in front of us in this small cabin. Stan was already setting a steady pace, with Nash's eyes practically rolling back in his head. Oh yes, they've definitely done this in the past, I realized. The question was: how often? When did they start? Did Ray know from the get-go? I had many questions, and I intended on asking all of them by the time this trip was over. But not now. Now, it was time to sit back and enjoy the show.

    The enjoyment intensified as Ray's hand left my cock, only to be replaced by his mouth. I groaned, my hands coming to hold the daddy's head down on my shaft. My hips began bucking upward into his mouth, but I kept my eyes on the two fuckers on the other bed. For such a burly, masculine dude, Ray sure had a damn good mouth. I wouldn't be surprised if he had practiced on Stan too, just like Nash. After all, brothers are supposed to help one another out – and why shouldn't that include sucking each other off?

    Eager to reciprocate to Ray, I let him slobber on me a few more minutes and then I tugged on his hair, telling him to sit up. Next, I dove down to his lap, eagerly swallowing his daddy dick. But he didn't want to give me up so he maneuvered our bodies until we were both lying on the bed in opposite directions, so we could 69 while the other couple fucked. With our heads buried in each other's laps, Ray and I sucked each other off while listening to the uncle and nephew rutting like pigs.

    Even though I couldn't see him, I knew that Stan picked up speed. The creaking of the thin mattress got angrier and the sound of skin slapping on skin got louder, Stan's hairy balls smashing against Nash's smooth taint with every thrust. Nash whimpered and moaned, probably leaking precum onto the sheets just like I was leaking precum in his father's mouth.

    "Goddamn, kid, your hole's gripping me so tight," Stan's raspy voice grunted, before roaring loudly as he unloaded and flooded his nephew's guts. The sound of Stan's orgasm almost pushed me over the edge. It went on and on, over a minute, until the virile fucker pulled out of Nash's hole with a wet pop. "Your turn, Ray," Stan added in a pant.

    I froze, my mouth full of Ray's cock, which began to throb at his brother's suggestion. He pulled out and I gave his dick a parting kiss, before Ray rose from the bed and went to position himself behind his own son. Stan stepped away, his dick still hard, glistening with spunk as well as with Nash's ass sweat. He looked over at me and shot me a wink, as if to say, "Watch this, kid."

    Ray held onto the base of his hard cock, tracing a circle around his son's used hole. Nash swayed his hips, trying to impale himself on the dick that made him while reaching back to spread his cheeks.

    "Please, Daddy. I need your load," he cooed, begging his own father to breed him.

    I sat up and watched his bated breath. My heart pounded fast, my dick throbbing, as Ray pushed forward… and entered his son's hole.

    "Fuck!!" Nash bellowed loudly. Ray's dick was somewhat smaller than Stan's, so I knew Nash wasn't in physical pain. He was proudly shouting because of the emotional sensation of having his own father fuck him. It was a sensation I could only imagine. Looking at the expression on Nash's face, he seemed to be in absolute heaven. 

    The sun beat through the windows, making both of their bodies glisten. Ray's hairy torso flexed, sweat running down his chest and belly while Nash's slim, smooth torso writhed under him. The cabin was starting to feel like a sauna, hot and stuffy, getting hotter by the second as Ray and Nash fucked harder and harder. The scent of sweat and cum was starting to overwhelm me, and I was startled to see Stan kneeling in front of me. As large as he was, I hadn't even noticed him move, I was so focused on the father-son duo.

    "Lemme take care of you while they go at it" Stan suggested, taking me into his mouth before I had a chance to respond.

    His throat worked me expertly while I watched Ray hammer his son harder and harder. The daddy kept pulling out several times, admiring his son's gaping hole, his dick covered in his own brother's jizz, before plunging in again. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to try and stop myself from cumming. I didn't want to yet, not until Nash got bred by his father. Stan was making that incredibly difficult, however, hoovering my shaft like his life depended on it.

    "Here it comes, son. Take your daddy's load," Ray grunted as he slammed home one final time.

    A second later, Ray's seed shot deep inside his son, mixing with Stan's spunk that was already in there. Nash had such a look of bliss and contentment on his face that I couldn't help but envy him. He kept gyrating, milking every last drop out of his dad's dick.

    I couldn't hold back any longer. I gripped Stan's hair and erupted, sending ropes of cum directly down his throat. The hunky lumberjack swallowed all of it greedily, before pulling back and smacking his lips. With my cock still in his hand, Stan looked to the side and his smile grew even bigger. "Welcome," he said to someone I couldn't see.

    I turned my head back and realized we'd all been making so much noise that we didn't even notice when my dad and Uncle Dixon had joined us into the room.

    "Looks like we missed the show," Dixon smirked, his voice cutting through the haze.

    "Don't worry about that. There's plenty more where that came from," Ray replied casually, still buried balls-deep in his son. He extended his hand to introduce himself to Dad and Uncle Dixon. "I'm Ray. And this is my boy Nash."

    After shaking hands with my father and my uncle, Ray used that same hand to pull his cum-covered cock out of his son's ass.