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You made your way to college with your father's cum leaking in your rear. Insistent on holding it in, you were always content with the feeling of your father's seed backed up deep inside you. Why? It made you feel like he was there with you. Plus, ever since Alex started fucking you, you've been like any other horny teenager (that's, unfortunately, probably not fucking their dad) and you've been craving sex 24/7. Though it's not surprising considering his age, in-fact it is probably more impressive than anything, but your father always tapers out after the third cum inside you. Even since the both of you started having sex, you've forced him to fuck you back to back.

When you hear him sigh, his voice trembling with the words: "You've drained my whole nuts, son..." while he's lodged balls deep inside your bubble butt ass, you're not filled with satisfaction - but even more need. It has soon become clear to you: it's not just your father that you craved in the first place, but cock, and lots of it. You're filled with the need to get gangraped, used, tossed around like a toy for another man to use - it doesn't matter, you need more cock inside you. These thoughts were at the forefront of your mind as you took the train. Then you thought of your uncle - much like Alex, but looks even hairier, and has got a nice belly. You could only think of him and Alex double penetrating you, and how good it will feel to have two hung family cocks inside you. Despite your desperate need for more action, so much so that it could fill your whole day, you found yourself chuckling and smiling. It's not everyday a teenager gets to fulfill his fantasy of fucking his father, anyway.

--At college...

Today seemed like it was going to be just another regular day at college - and, like every Monday, it started with your sports class.

Your coach, Arthur, is like every other man in your life that you have a huge crush on, aside from your father. You reckon he is about 30 years old, but he's got facial hair thick enough to be a 55 year old man. Not to mention, you've got a good sight and whiff of his armpits as well - like his thick bushy beard, his armpit hairs are jet black and are very thick, no doubt holding a large amount of sweat and musk in there. To add to that, he's one sexy bear.

He has a distinctive musk that smells a little bit like hay, punctuated by a deep earthy, manly smell, not unlike your father's.

His eyes are dark brown, and he's got a fatherly aura around him, despite not being a father - you always had the feeling that he's there to protect you somehow.

---In the Coach's office, early morning---

Arthur looked at his watch: 7:00 AM.

"Class won't start until 8:00 AM", he said aloud.

He sat down on his chair in his room, still mostly dim with the light on.

Cranking open his laptop, he felt a stirring in his loins. He knows what this means. He looked out of the windows to make sure there was nobody about, then, once the coast was clear, he sat back down and he unzipped his slacks, fishing out his cock from his musky, piss-stained jockstrap.

He unhinged his jockstrap from his big hairy legs and held it up in front of his face.

Smiling with contentment, he took in the smell of his rank piss mixed in with his week's worth of sweat straight from his jockstrap, even going so far as to bite down on it to taste the smell.

"Fuck. Musk is better than any other drug out there."

His vision cloudy, he struggled with seeing the screen on his laptop. When he did manage to open his browser though, going to his favourite page on the Internet was always easy: a site called 'realgayincestvids.com'. He always loved the thought of a father giving into his urges to fuck his son, and Arthur would go so far as to say that it is natural. It always makes his cock throb.

With his hairy cock in hand and an open mind, Arthur can imagine anything he wants. With this site, though, he can never tell if the videos are real or not. When the son starts moaning 'daddy' uncontrollably, he starts to question if it could really be his father fucking him.

Of course, it's just porn, so it doesn't really matter, but...

Arthur has that urge to see some real incest going on.

As fun as the site was first-hand, when it doesn't feel real, it starts to lose its novelty. Arthur craves something raw, manly, and true. Just a video of a quiet son taking his daddy's cock up his ass, still coming to terms with his feelings for his father, while his dad can't resist the look of his tight son's ass and has no choice but to fuck him then and there - getting out his rock hard cock from his slacks, his expression a mix of denial and lust - two of them barely having any courage to say anything to each other, just wanting to get off. Fuck first, talk later.

"That's the good shit," he thought.

The scene that Arthur fabricated in his head made him start to think that maybe stories are best suited to him instead.

He looked at the time on the computer, and his eyes flashed in disbelief momentarily: the clock read '8:25 AM'.

"Damn, time flies by when you need a son to fuck."

The words coming out his mouth surprised him and, with his cock in hand, Arthur couldn't deny the feelings that he had. It was true: he watched them videos because he imagined he was the father fucking his son, it made him so hard and horny to think about. Even better (or worse), he is an actual father of a 18-year old son, and he can't deny that he does get the occasional urge to see him bend over every now and then.

One student in particular that he has his eye on, is a slender wolf teen who always looks at him for a bit too long compared to other students. He's not sure if he's reading him wrong, but he can see him blush or stare in amazement every time he takes off his shirt for some fresh air on his upper body.

Arthur, being the pervert he is, often got an erection thanks to the boy's insistent staring.

Every time the teen, you, stared at him, his cock throbbed. His balls churned, and a low growl escaped his lips. Your coach knows how much you need him.

Suddenly, the image of you filled his mind, and Arthur couldn't help but beat himself off to it. He knew you loved his hairy chest, as well as seeing those muscular hairy legs stride and flex about. Since you're always the last one out of the locker room (because you spend most of your time there checking out other guys and your coach), Arthur always wanted to pin you against the wall in there and make you explore his body, but he knew he'd get in serious trouble.

For now, his outlet were these gay incest vids.

Hoping to find some new, more stimulating videos, Arthur clicked on the 'popular' tab. In the first row of videos, he found a tantalising title:

'Father pounds college son in closet'

With a satisfied grunt, as well as his cock throbbing in reaction to the thumbnail of the video, he cranked the volume up and sat back.

When the video faded from black to reveal you being held tightly against your father's chest while he pounded you from behind, Arthur let out a small gasp - but he didn't take his hand away from his cock. Infact, he kept beating off, harder than ever. His body was shaking as he realised he was masturbating to his favourite student getting practically bred by his father while their mother called for them in the background. It didn't help that his father was pure sexy too; a real DILF wolf. And when his deep voice whispered derogatory terms in his ear, Arthur couldn't stop the cum from leaving his cock. In truth, he has always wanted to fuck the boy - and seeing his body in full display like this was too much to bear, especially when he could hear his cute, desperate moans, thanks to his father's huge cock being shoved in his rear, again and again, obvious to the imminent threat of getting caught. Too eager to get his nut inside his son's tight ass to bother answering his wife's call - that's also what Arthur would think if he was in that situation. Then Arthur paused and thought: did he really want to fuck his own son?

Then the class bell rang. Arthur panicked for a second, and realised he had no tissues to clean up his cum with.

So he gladly licked it off his paw and consumed the rest of the semen that has buried in his pubes and stomach, his cock still flexing for more - after a quick jerk off, he was not satisfied - in fact, judging by how good the porn was, it probably made his situation worse. It's like a whole new world has opened up to him, and Arthur has little time to process it. One thing he is sure of, though: he will definitely have fun interviewing the star of the show in his class.

-- The start of class...

As you were getting changed, you couldn't help but notice your coach's eyes on you at all times, but whenever you tried to look back - he looked away or didn't seem interested. You found it really funny that he's so bad at hiding his interest in you, but you began to ponder... Where did this newfound interest come from?

Maybe it was just your imagination, or maybe he had something to speak with you about, but he's probably holding off until after class.

And so your lesson progressed like any other week, except this time, Arthur was far more attentive to your achievements and accomplishments in class - patting you on the back, going in for a hug, he seemed... Rather fond of physical contact today.

It all came to a head when, after practice, he called you into his room. Arthur saw you standing in his doorway covered with sweat, your muscles twitching, breath heaving. You lifted up your tank top to wipe your mouth of spit, and he couldn't take his eyes off you.

Your lean body was on full show to him and it took every ounce of willpower he had to not grapple you down to the floor and rape your teen hole then and there (not like it'd feel like rape...)

After much delay, Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat and huskily asked: "Shut the door."

You were a bit unnerved but now you're finally hoping to hear what his deal was with you today.

He checked his watch again.

"We only have 20 minutes, so I'll be brief."

Arthur stood up quickly and pinned you against the wall. You could feel his bulge rubbing up against yours, surprisingly thick, and his hot warm breath rushing in your face.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said in a deep, dark tone.

You were taken aback. This was nothing like the situation with your dad; you have absolutely no connection with your coach, except that you jerked off to him a few times, and now he's coming onto you?!

You don't have time to process it. But you're damn well going to make sure that every moment counts.

You were backed up against the wall, the coach's muscular body overpowering your smaller, lean form.

With his mouth drooling, he demanded:

"Take off that top, kid. I want to run my hands all over you."

You did as he complied, taking off your sweat-sodden tank top within seconds, airing out your sweaty, musky fur.

Arthur unbuttoned his shirt and placed your hand right on his chest.

"Go on, kid, I know you love this. Feel your coach's hairy chest."

Your lip trembled. You broke out in a cold sweat. How did he know so much about you? Why was he always hitting your buttons? Were you just made for each other... Like father, like son?

As you raked your hands through his several-inch deep chest forest, your bulges angrily throbbing against each other, you couldn't help but moan out:

"....Daddy."

This elicited a loud, deep, satisfied moan from your perverted coach, who was occupied with running his paws all over your sweaty, firm body - gripping and groping you in all the right places - like a true coach inspecting the progress of his favourite student.

"That's right, I'm your father. Shit, I wish I had a son like you. You've got such firm, fine muscles, kid."

He took this opportunity to run his tongue all over your front as he worshipped every part of your body, before ending at your neck, breathing angrily lust in your ear.

"You're going to grow into such a fine man when you're older, sport."

You blushed and your lip quivered with submission. Damn. This dude is just as horny over you as your dad.

He then gave you a deep kiss, your lips smashing together in heated passion, tongues darting around frantically. You breathed just as much in his face as he did to you. Both of you want it, and badly.

"Oh daddy..."

"Mrphh... My son."

The kiss continued, even more fiercer than last time. He bent you over his desk and his tongue forced his way deep inside your throat, choking you out with his lust. You could feel his stubble pressing down on your chin, which only added to the image of your father fucking you for the first time.

Then he pulled back with a deep gulp of air, drool falling from his chin, he eyes mad with lust. He licked his lips and turned you over, yanking your shorts down and jamming a finger harshly up your hole.

"I hope you don't mind the sudden intrusion. I just really need this."

You heard him unzipping his cock out and almost immediately it pierced through your hole. It was like he expected there to be little or no resistance.

He gripped your hips tightly and lined up his cock to your tiny hole, that was twitching and quivering with need. Your coach's large, bulbous tip throbbed incessantly and firmly against your small hole before he plunged forward into your tight cunt, and you could feel his spit fall down on your back as he buried his 40-year old child-bearing cock into you.

"Damn, teen ass is good."

You let out a small smile to his compliment but your expression was quickly fucked out of you as he pounded you hard and fast, his thick cock feeling great inside your rear, just like it belongs there - very much like your father's cock. The table rocked back and forth in time with the coach's harsh, powerful thrusts and you could see his family photo teter on the edge of falling flat on its face.

"Fuck," he said loudly, gripping your lean body tightly against him as he assailed you again and again with his deep, powerful thrusts, his thick cock sliding in and out of your small hole, his pubes pressed up tightly against your smooth ass every time he hilted himself into you, drooling onto your back.

"I need this so bad kid, please..."

He leaned down to your ear to whisper into you:

"You deserve to get used and abused by men like me."

He thrusted multiple times into you, and you could feel his hairy chest scratch at your back with each pound. His hairy ass quaked with each thrust inside you, then he let out a loud moan which echoed in your ears and - along with the feeling of his cock exploding a literal torrent of cum inside your now-destroyed rear - you reached your own climax with a high-pitched moan escaping your throat. His fat hairy ass flexed in ripples as he unleashed gallons of baby-batter inside your just-legal ass. Your ass clenched down on Arthur's cock with such tightness that it forced a couple more loads out of his throbbing cock, fully draining those big balls of daddy semen. And you knew he was a dad: since in the family photo that is now cracked from the force of his thrusts, he is with his son and wife.

You should've felt bad about that, but it instead it made you feel more on fire - that you have the power to persuade a married father to fuck you just by existing.

He sighed heavily and pushed himself back up to a standing stance, the blood rushing from his cock to his head. Arthur looked disheveled, dizzy and delirious. But he had a large, snarky smile plastered on his face. Once you felt his cummy cock slip out of your abused rear, his massive dick flicking back to full hardness and getting cum all in his pubes and lush treasure trail, he ruffled your head-fur and gave his long foreskin a good squeeze over your sweaty front to get the rest of the leftover globs of cum out of his cock.

"Thanks kid. You better get cleaned up."

He looked at his watch and gasped,

"Damn, we're running over time. You better get back to your lesson."

He grabbed your pile of clothes and threw them at you.

"Go on, get going," he said playfully.

He zipped his cock up and waited for you by the door as you scrambled to get changed.

When you were just about to leave, he pulled you back in for a deep kiss, and you groped his bulge out of instinct. Warm, hairy and fierce to the touch - you can't wait to have some fun with him again, under less time-constricted circumstances.

He sent you off with a sexy chuckle, wink and a pat on the ass.

"I'll see you around, hot stuff."

You smiled warmly and felt your cock growing in your pants even after you bust just a few minutes ago.

You reached into your coat pocket and found a note with his username to his realgayincestvids.com profile scribbled on it. Then the realisation dawned on you: this is the same guy that has been commenting and favoriting all your videos on the site with.

To say that you rushed home was completely false - in-fact, you just about limped there, thankful to stop at the platform so you could give your prostate some rest. It was twitching constantly on the way home, and you could feel the cum of your coach leaking down your legs - he really ravaged you, and in a good way. It felt absurd to say, but after this day of nearly pure fucking, you felt satisfied. Although it is true he did give you a firm pounding in the morning, he also visited you right after school before he was about to finish for the day. Like before, he invited you into his office and immediately got down to business. You sucked him off while he was on call with a parent, playing with the foreskin to dig up the rest of the cum that was left over from the morning, and breathing in the pubes that tickled against your face as you deepthroated his mighty tool. It felt like it lasted a lot longer that time - and your thirst was quenched when your coach was emptying his thick stringy jizz down your tight throat, backed up from the stresses of the day, just coming off a call from a frustrated parent with a quick moan and "goodbye". Though your hole was battered, probably stretched for a long while, and absolutely covered in a married man's jizz - you felt a warmth in your chest.

"Yeah, this is nice," you say as you walk onto the platform. Maybe you were destined to be a slut after all - you just can't get enough of cock inside you.

When you made your way home, you very much tumbled through the door, instead of properly walking through it - and had to prop yourself up against the counter. You could feel the blood rushing to your head and the cum seeping into your trousers.

"Fuck, there's so much of it," you said, holding your head in your hands.

With the way that you looked from an outside perspective, it looks like you've just had the worst day of your life, but in reality it is anything but that. You're just overwhelmed, almost distraught from how much your coach fucked you. That man's libido was... endless. After drinking a nice glass of water, that gave you the second wind that you needed, you made your way to your room upstairs.

However, just like that fated day where you found your father jerking off in the living room, you heard those same moans coming from there, and you eagerly opened the door - bounding in as you just caught your dad red-handed using a fleshlight with both paws while some stepfather is fucking his son at full blast on the TV. Alex's mouth was wide agape: "I-I didn't know you'd be home so late!" You laughed, sitting down with him and turning the TV volume up a little more - like you was actually watching TV with your dad after college, before the two of you became sex hounds for one another, constantly watching porn or fucking something.

"Oh please, drop the act. You know you get a rush knowing I've caught you." He blushed, a shy smile creeping up on the side of his handsome, stubbled face.

"I kinda do... Ever since that day when you caught me jerking off, I felt so embarassed, but fuck - I got so much of a rush from it, I had to play it cool."

He let out a manly sigh and swung his arms back, his cock still throbbing in his XL fleshlight.

"Come here, you..."

He caressed your face, his eyes looking lovingly into yours.

"I've always loved you, you know that right?"

You smiled back at him, leaning in close for a kiss and he graciously accepted it. The two of you locked tongues together, and you loved the familiar feeling of your father's facial hair against your smooth face again.

He looked ready for more, but sensing how tired you are, he patted you on the back and sent you upstairs.

Exhausted and tired, you made your way up to your room, but your ass quaked. You needed to empty all the cum out, and fast. You opened the door to be greeted by the sight of your handsome uncle Butch wearing nothing but a robe that was parted to expose his fluffy, hairy chest.

He raised his eyebrows as your gaze went down to his juicy nipples, poking out of the sides of his robe.

There was no time to stare at your uncle though - with lightning-fast speed, you raced into the bathroom and assuredly locked the door behind you before throwing your pants down and farting all of your coach's cum out. You let out a loud moan and you felt infinitely better after it was all released from your system.

Your uncle shyly knocked on the door and asked,

"You okay, kid?" You gulped and stood up, about to open the door to him naked with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah..." you said, shyly opening the door for your uncle to come in. Both of you were very close to each other and you could hear your uncle's loud breathing. Your eyes were fixated on his nipples and he chuckled.

"You like your uncle Butch's hairy nipples, kid?" He moved aside his robe to reveal his juicy, big nipples in full - nearly completely covered in a forest of man-fuzz.

"Come here, kid. I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

Butch raised your chin and held your head lovingly.

You looked into his eyes: a beautiful Hazel-brown, and shimmering with love. Incestuous love.

He pulled your body close to his and gave you a harsh, warm kiss. You could feel his beard scratch against your chin and he slobbered all inside your mouth with need and that made you even hornier. You accepted it without question: knowing that this is the second man who you have a crush on that has come onto you with no prior warning, you are starting to think if your life is just _destined_to be this lucky.

You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the moment, just accepting it. It was strange that your Uncle was coming onto you so soon, but when a man wants something, he's going to do everything in his power to get it.

He pulled back and took a deep breath, looking at you anxiously.

"I saw your videos on the net," he looked down in shame.

"Sorry, kid, I-er, really should've asked you first or sumthin'... They... Just watching your dad pound you made me so fuckin' horny."

You smiled at him and sucked on his nipple, which he let out a low moan to.

"I'm glad you like me too, kid. I hoped I wasn't too creepy for ya."

You closed your eyes in bliss and sucked on your uncle's nipple, lost in the sea of lust for your own family member. You looked up to him in pure lust as you took that big nub in your mouth and slobbered all over it, your lips getting tickled with thick strands of your uncle's chest hair.

Your other paw was flat against his musclegut stomach, raking up the large swath of stomach hair there and making your uncle press up tightly against you.

"Yeah, suck on your fucking uncle's hairy nipples."

This time, a larger moan escaped him and he opened his towel for you to move into.

"Get all sweaty and dirty with 'ya uncle, lad."

Both of you were obsessed with each other, making out loudly and gripping your bodies with pure lust. You could feel your uncle's hairy cock rise to attention against your own, and the two of you rubbed them together until they were at full hardness - his large pube-covered nuts were squashed against your own smoother nuts, and you could feel them churning against yours. He raised his pit for you to have a deep sniff, and within seconds, your whole face was covered with his deep musk. You licked the sweat up from every strand of thick brown pit hair that your middle-aged uncle was sporting, and finished by wiping your mouth.

"I've always jerked off to the image of seeing your cock when I was younger..." You admitted, looking back at him with a weak smile.

"Ah... Well, you weren't supposed to see me like that..." He then looked at you up and down and put his hand firmly on your ass, his other hand delving down to your crotch to fondle your cock.

"But I can see it has changed you for the better."

He pinned you up against the bathroom wall and kissed your neck.

When he felt his fingers get stuck in your bush of pubes, he let out a large smile.

"You take after your father well. That feels like a mighty hairy cock. It'd be a shame if it goes to waste, won't it?"

"You two boys having fun up there?" Alex called out, and you quickly replied:

"Oh yeah, Butch couldn't help but molest me straight away."

Butch's face reddened in an instant.

"What will your father think now that you just said that to him?!" He said it in one breath, and you quite enjoyed seeing him so flustered.

There was a moment of silence, before your father let out a low chuckle.

"You two have fun up there, alright?" Then he walked to the living room and locked the door, from your experience - you could tell he was about to jerk off to some fucked up kinky porn in the living room. But why would he be doing that if you and your uncle are here?

The two of you were left in silence, but that didn't stop your uncle from touching your bulging cock with a wink.

"Yeah, you really take after your father. Do you want to take this into the other room?" he said, motioning towards your father's room. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. You got horny from seeing his open hairy chest anyway - and masculine men are your fuel. Once the both of you stepped in your father's room, Butch took a deep smell of the scent, and smiled.

"Mmmm... Aaah, yeah, that's the stuff." Once he realised your bepuzzled expression, he haphazardly explained himself.

"It's your father, you see... I've always jerked off to the smell of his musk flowing through my system. Be it through his sweaty piss-stained jockstraps, inhaling the bitter scent of his soggy shirts at the pits... Fuck, my teen years were good." He looked at you over again while grabbing his crotch.

"And you, kid, you have it lucky. I had to be content with jerking off to the sight and smell of him, but you get the real thing..." He dove his paw under your trousers again and slammed you down on your dad's bed. He carnivorously unzipped your jeans and inhaled your cock in his mouth, slobbering over it with desperate need. Once you felt the stubble on his chin brush against your balls, hearing his deep, satisfied moans, you knew that your uncle was horny for you - possibly even more than your father. He looked up at your shocked face, gave you a wink, and continued to slobber on his cock, taking down the tip with a gulp and brandishing his tongue all over your twitching shaft. You had to lean over him as his blowjob took the air out of you, you never got blown off this good before, and it was sensory overload. You could feel your uncle's hand travel over your lean teen body, massaging your sides and feeling over your front. His other hand was busy jerking off his own cock as he let you empty your fat balls into his mouth - your cum flowing out from his mouth at the sides, flowing down to his bearded chin.

Then, suddenly you felt your Dad's hands caressing the sides of your body, and you could tell he was naked under his robe since you felt his hard warm cock throb against your ass. He kissed you on the neck and moaned in your ear: "What's my sexy son doing without me?" he smirked at the sight of his brother with a mouth full of his nephew's nut.

He shoved Butch down against his bed, and rubbed his hard cock against his.

"Do you know how precious my son's sperm is to me, bro?"

Once he saw Butch's throat flex, about to swallow that precious seed, he sneered in his face.

"Don't you fucking dare swallow my son's jizz. That's my property."

Alex forced his brother's mouth open and made out with him, the scent of his son's sperm fresh on his tongue. Once he could extract as much as he could from the depth of his whore brother's mouth, he set his eyes focused on you yet again and began his daily routine of touching and feeling you all over - worshipping and gripping you all over as he kissed you heavily, the feeling of his hairy body leaning against yours provided you with that familiar, sexual warmth - and you began to crave him just as much again. Especially when you felt his stubble rubbing up against your smooth chin, your hands raked through his fuzzy chest - taking in all of the precious man fuzz, with your cock bursting back to life against your own father's dick. Both of you wanted each other so much, and your uncle sat slack-jawed on the body, masturbating to the sight.

Once the sound of your uncle's moans became too much of a distraction from your intimate moment, Alex broke the kiss with a flick on the forehead.

"I love you, kiddo."

You blushed and chuckled,

"M-Me too, Dad."

It's been something that's been on your mind recently, but you've had trouble admitting your love for him... Not as your source of sexual satisfaction, your father, but rather... As your actual lover.

"As for you, faggot, you deserve punishment for laying your hands on my son."

When you turned around to see what was going on, you were greeted with the sight of your uncle bouncing on your father's cock, making no effort to hide his pleasure as he was pounded up and down on that hairy cock he's been craving for so long.

"Feel my cock inside you. You've been craving that for so long, haven't you, little brother?"

Butch let out a high-pitched, suppressed moan as Alex plugged his mouth up with his fingers, pounding him hard from behind. The sound of your father's hairy balls smacking against your uncle's firm ass echoed throughout your ear. Then Alex beckoned you forwards and said:

"Sit on your uncle's lap. He's been wanting to fuck you for a while now."

It was an order that you followed without question and once your uncle felt the tip of his cock sliding into your still-tight rear, he gasped with surprise. Your father stopped his persistent thrusting in order for your uncle to get a good grip on you, and he made sure to plant his dick firmly inside that good-looking ass of yours. Once all of his fat cock slid inside you, he bit against your neck as your father resumed his incessant pounding, making you both shake up and down - adding to the kinetic force that causes your uncle's cock to slide in and out of your pert little ass.

"Oh, kid, I love you so much," he said almost breathlessly, wrapping his strong arms around you to hold you tight against his hairy muscular body. You smiled at the obvious love he showed for you, but you know it was deeper than that. The bond that you all shared was deeper than love; it was incestuous love - and you loved indulging in it.

In mere seconds he was already cumming inside you, filling up your hole with cum as your father filled your uncle's own hole with his own torrent of semen.

You could feel your uncle's cock flex inside you as he filled your ass with semen, and he sighed heavily in your ear, biting down on your neck.

Once your dad left every last drop of his semen plugged up his brother's hairy hole, he pulled out cock and slinked away from the bottom to sprawl out across the bed.

Butch turned to face him, his own face a picture of exhaustion too:

"Tiring stuff, fucking family hole, isn't it?"

Alex chuckled and looked deeply into his brother's eyes. After a moment he said:

"Come here bro. There's something I want to show you."

Your uncle retreated the warmth of his semen-covered cock away from you, as well as the comforting embrace of his warm hairy lap, leaving you cold. Eager to get into warmth, you jumped under the sheets and looked over to what your father and uncle were doing.

Butch was pinning Alex down against the bedsheets and had a dark glint in his eye. Alex chuckled and flipped him over to his side, thereby swapping positions.

"Big bro needs to tell you who's boss."

This did little to deter Butch, who gripped Alex's still-stiff cock and jerked it a little.

"Umph, bro... You've always wanted to do this, haven't you? I've always seen you checking out my bulge when you were younger."

Butch gulped and ran his nose against Alex's hairy stomach, smothering his face against the large expanse of pubes just above his crotch.

"And the treasure trail too. Fuck, you were always so obsessed with that."

Alex pinned his brother's head against his body and let him worship him.

"That's right, little bro, worship my manly body. Jerk me off. Good man."

It was clear Butch's careful and passionate worship was getting to him, though, since you could tell that Alex was doing his signature 'breathing' when he's about to cum - his eyes closed in anticipation of the moment, cock twitching, about to erupt while his whole body braces itself for a wave of pleasure.

"Bro. I'm going to spunk all over your face!"

You found yourself gripping your own cock and shouting out:

"Do it!" to your Dad, who was clearly moved by this support, multiplying his orgasm to even greater heights of pleasure - knowing that his son that he's fucked was there, jerking off to him and his brother's very-obvious attraction to each other.

With a loud howl, your father let loose torrents of cum all over his younger brother's face, officially marking him as his bitch. With a large sigh of relief, Alex plopped back down on the bed next to you, and let his cock deflate.

Butch plopped himself down soon after, and sat in between you and your dad. He looked at you lovingly and Alex slapped his ass loudly.

"Back off, the kid's mine."

Butch pouted,

"Can't he be for all of us?"

Alex crossed his arms and rolled over to his side of the bed,

"I suppose so."

All three of you quickly drifted off to sleep, mostly due to how much the sex had taken out on you all.

It looks like you'll never not be sexually satisfied after all.