TYLER:

    "You said you're ready for something big… Prove it," my uncle said as he stroked his dick. I was on all fours on Uncle Dixon's bed and I gulped as he stepped closer and closer to me, brandishing an intimidatingly large erection. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel a dick in my virgin hole – but I was still nervous as fuck! I didn't want to make a fool of myself, and I didn't want to disappoint Dixon.

    I closed my eyes and braced for impact. To my surprise, I felt something soft poking between my asscheeks… It was my uncle's tongue, sliding up and down my crack and poking at my trembling hole. He gathered saliva and spat loudly, giving me my first-ever rimjob. 

    I began to relax, taking deep breaths. That's when I felt it: the leftover scent of my father's cologne in the room, reminding me that my dad was just here sucking Uncle Dixon's dick. My dick throbbed as I imagined Dad hiding in the closet and spying, just like I did earlier. What would he say if he knew his brother was about to fuck me for the very first time?

    "We need more lube," Uncle Dixon announced after withdrawing his tongue from my loosened hole. He walked to the nightstand and picked up a bottle, but not before tossing a small brown vial my way. "You know what these are for."

    I looked at the poppers my uncle had given me. I'd seen them used in plenty of porn videos, so I knew just what to do. I screwed the cap off and took a hit of the poppers. I was taken aback by the strong sensation coursing through my body, especially as Uncle Dixon's tongue returned to my hole. He ate my ass for a few more minutes before using his fingers to lube up my opening, ready to impale me with his thick dick.

    "Okay," I said, more to myself than to him. My uncle pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole, told me to take a deep breath… and he went in. "Ouch!"

    "Just breathe. Take another hit of the poppers if you need to," he instructed. He didn't push any further, but he didn't pull out either. 

    I took a huff through each nostril, and immediately felt my hole relax. Uncle Dixon pushed in another inch or two. This felt so different than taking the Thick Boy or any of the other dildos I'd practiced with. My uncle's cock was warmer and felt sooo much better; but it was also big – so fucking big – that I struggled to accommodate all of it.

    "You're doing a good job, son," Uncle Dixon said, sensing my need for reassurance. "We're halfway there."

    "Really? You're – aaah – You're halfway in me?" I asked, struggling to speak but feeling proud of my accomplishment so far.

    "Yes," Dixon said, placing his hands on my hips. They were still a bit sticky with lube as he gripped my body and pushed in deeper. Little by little, the discomfort was decreasing. My confidence rising, I shouted out loud,

    "I can do this!"

    "Yes you can, boy!" Uncle Dixon replied, shoving the final inch of his monster cock in me. I yelped in pain, but when I felt my uncle's body pressing against mine all of the pain was gone. I'd done it! I was getting fucked balls-deep by my uncle's big dick!

    "FUCK!" I shouted, gripping the sheets with my fists. 

    "Good job, son," Dixon said as he slowly began to thrust back and forth, and for a second his voice sounded exactly like my father's. Even though Dad had left the room, I felt like his ghost was still in here, encouraging me, maybe even proud of what I was able to accomplish. 

    "Fuck me," I moaned, slowly gyrating my hips around my uncle's dick. 

    "Take it easy, boy," Dixon laughed, amused by my eagerness. "You'll get what you deserve."

    I assumed by that he meant he was going to give me his load, which I was VERY keen on receiving. I wondered if Uncle Dixon still had a lot of cum left, after blowing a load down my dad's throat earlier tonight. God, I'd seen it and I still couldn't believe it: my own father, a cocksucker, blowing his own brother of all people! The memory of it made my dick throb again, smacking loudly against my stomach as my uncle picked up the pace of his thrusting. 

    "Let's get you to turn around," Uncle Dixon suggested. He was about to pull out of my ass, but I told him not to.

    "Wait! The part where you were first going in was the most difficult," I said. "So I don't wanna do that again. Keep your dick in me, and I'll try to turn around without you pulling out."

    Slowly and carefully, with my uncle's help, I rotated my body until I was lying on my back on the mattress. We'd managed to do the whole thing without Dixon's dick slipping out of me. Now that my hands were free, I reached for the poppers and took another hit.

    "I have access to this now," Uncle Dixon said, grabbing my hard dick and giving it a few strokes. 

    "Wow! That feels so good while you're fucking me," I said, shooting a large wad of precum onto my own belly.

    "And I can also watch the expression on your face as I do THIS," my uncle said, slamming into me, his hefty balls slapping against my ass. Next, he reached for my ankles and held my legs wide open, thrusting back and forth inside me with ease that was evidence of his sexual experience. 

    "Don't forget, you promised me a load," I said, looking into my uncle's eyes and noticing the devilish gleam in them.

    "What I promised was that you'd get what you deserve," he grinned threateningly. "And what you deserve is punishment for being such a bad boy. Breaking into my house," – he slammed inside me again, making me yelp in both pleasure and pain – "using my stuff without permission," – another aggressive thrust forward, making my whole body tense – "spying on your father and me…"

    I was shouting out loud, but Uncle Dixon leaned down and shoved his tongue in my mouth to shut me up. For some reason, his kiss had the same effect as the poppers: it made my hole relax, allowing my uncle to fuck me even more roughly. His hands were now caressing my face and my hair. It was such a contrast: his gentle kisses up top, mixed with the violent assault on my hole down below. It was AMAZING!

    "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" Dixon whispered in my face.

    "Yes," I admitted. "I was practicing every day, stretching my hole with the toys so I could take your dick."

    "You did a great job with the toys, including the Thick Boy," my uncle said, giving me another kiss. "Now, tell me what else you were doing while hiding in my closet."

    "I… I was jerking off," I admitted, my words interspersed with the sound of my uncle's nuts repeatedly smacking against my ass while he fucked me.

    "You were jerking off while watching your father suck my dick. Tsk tsk," Dixon said. "You liked what you were seeing, huh, boy? You liked seeing your daddy on his knees?"

    "Y– Yes," I nodded.

    "Your buttoned up, strait-laced daddy on his knees like the dicksucker that he really is," Uncle Dixon continued, fucking my hole even faster. "Sucking his own brother's cock. And you saw the whole thing."

    "Yes, sir," I said.

    "Well you better hurry home cuz your dicksucking dad's waiting for you," Dixon grunted. "I sent him home with a load of my cum, so it's only fair I give the same to you. Fuuuuuck!"
   With one final loud grunt, my uncle began blowing his load inside me. HOLY FUCK, this was something no dildo could do!! The sensation of a wad of warm spunk filling me up was phenomenal – made so much hotter by the fact it was coming from my own uncle.

    Although I was on the edge of cumming as well, I managed to hold back, focusing on my uncle's orgasm instead. Our lips met and we began to make out again, all while he filled my hole with his jizz. When he was done breeding me, my uncle took a couple of steps back, separating our bodies completely and admiring the sight of my no-longer-virgin hole, which was now leaking with his fresh load.

    "Go home," he barked bluntly. I was taken aback by his command.

    "Can I take care of this first?" I said, wrapping my hand around my boner, about to blow any second.

    "No!" Dixon said strictly. "I need to get some sleep. Go home. Let your daddy take care of that for you."

    Now that we were done fucking, was Uncle Dixon mad at me for spying on him? Is that why he was kicking me out of his house so abruptly? For now, I figured it was best to do what he said, so I put my clothes on and rushed down the stairs. I didn't have a jacket so I shivered in the cold, even though it only took me a few seconds to walk over to our house next door. Despite the freezing weather, my hard-on continued to throb in my sweatpants. 

    Hoping my parents were asleep, I was happy to walk into the house to find the living room empty. I ran up the stairs two at a time – and literally bumped into my father, who was walking in the upstairs hallway in his bathrobe.

    "Tyler! I thought you were in bed," he jumped. "Where were you?"

    "I– I was out with friends," I lied.

    My dad looked down and noticed the tent in my sweatpants. To make things worse, I was going commando, so my bulge was ridiculous – it looked like I'd stuffed the Thick Boy in my pants!

    "What friends? And why are you dressed like that? I didn't hear a car drop you off," Dad listed all the reasons why my cover-up story fell short. 

    I looked down, mostly to avoid eye contact. I was wearing house slippers and a raggedy T-shirt. My sweatpants were stained with lube, not to mention the precum stain on my crotch, which was only getting bigger as I continued to leak. I was caught in a lie and I didn't know what to say, so I simply ignored all of my father's questions.

    "Dad, if you don't mind, I need to get to my room," I said, trying to hide my boner, although he'd definitely noticed it. "There's something I need to take care of."

    I looked up again, and the first thing I noticed was the protuberance in the front of Dad's robe. Was… Was he popping a boner as well? I remembered Uncle Dixon's words: "Let your daddy take care of that for you." Had he been joking – or was my uncle serious when he said I should go home and let my own dad suck my dick?!

    "Do you… Do you wanna come with me?" I said, making eye contact with my father before looking down again and noticing the throbbing between his legs.​​