Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2023 10:10:05 -0500
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: My Uncle and My Dad's Secret: Chapter 11

Chapter 11: "Jizz Shower"
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RODNEY:

    Up until recently, being a player was not only something I was used
to, but also something I was quite proud of. I grew up with two older
brothers who were athletic and could get any girl they wanted. In high
school, I had a couple of girlfriends just because I wasn't ready to come
out of the closet yet. Finally, when I moved to Minneapolis on my own, I
was free to let my gay freak flag fly high. I had a good body, a
larger-than-average dick, and an endless supply of guys wanting to hook
up with me.

    I lived that way for almost twenty years. However, now that I was
nearing my 40s, I was definitely better able to see the benefits of
settling down. Austin was the perfect partner for me. He and I had a lot
of fun together, and we were on the same page when it came to hooking up
with other guys. We continued to play with others, but we were still each
other's primary partner. For me, it was the best of both worlds.

    It never posed a problem... until I started to develop a sexual
interest in Austin's teen nephew, Brett. Nobody, not even Austin, could
blame me for it -- the boy was fucking hot! To top it off, Brett was also
very mischievous and flirty, only surpassed by his young boyfriend, Juan.
The two teenagers seemed more than ready to graduate high school soon,
move out of their parents' houses, and have some adult fun in the world;
just like I did when I was their age.

    There was a chance that Brett and Juan might end up living in
Minneapolis in a few months. I was certainly excited at the prospect of
the four of us living in the same city -- Austin and I could take the
teens under our wing, so to speak, and show them how much fun life in the
big city could be for a young gay couple. Austin seemed a bit more
reserved, but I could understand where he was coming from. After all,
Brett was his nephew, and Austin probably felt guilty for all the
sexually explicit things we'd allowed ourselves to engage in in front of
him. As for me, I didn't feel too bad. Brett was the one who had started
it all by spying on me fucking his uncle. The kid was clearly curious
(typical for a boy his age). Besides, Brett was only Austin's nephew --
it wasn't like he was his son or anything. I didn't see anything too
wrong with it. Not even when, on Christmas Day, the horny teenager pushed
things even further by giving his uncle a handjob in the back of Austin's
brother's car.

    That evening, Austin told me the entire story with excitement and
nervousness in his voice. Honestly, hearing it and picturing it all made
my dick go hard as a rock. Yes, it was probably wrong for an uncle to get
jerked off by his nephew -- but that's what made it so fucking hot! Brett
was 18 by now and he knew exactly what he was doing. The fact that he
ventured to do it in the back of his dad's car -- while his dad was
driving! -- made me admire the little fucker even more. And as much as
Austin kept repeating "I shouldn't have let this happen," I knew he was
just as turned on by the whole thing as I was.

    A week later, on New Year's Eve, Austin and I were supposed to go to
a party with a large group of friends and acquaintances. However, the day
of the party, catty drama began to unravel in the group chat. Even though
Austin and I weren't directly involved in it, it left a bad taste in our
mouths and we began to contemplate if we should even go at all.

    As if it was destiny, that was exactly when Brett gave Austin a phone
call. Austin put him on speakerphone and I heard the teen ask "Hey. I was
just calling to see how you're doing. Any fun plans for tonight?"

    "Well, I'm sitting here with Rodney," my fiance replied, "and we were
just talking about that. We were supposed to go out to this large party
but we're kinda over it. So we might just stay at home."

    "Aww, really? On New Year's Eve?" Brett said.

    "What are you doing, man?" I said into Austin's phone.

    "Juan and I are going to a party with the guys on our hockey team.
But... I dunno, we're not really feeling it."

    "Why not?" Austin asked.

    "Well it's at this guy's house and his parents are gonna be there. So
no alcohol, and we're only allowed to stay until 12:30. I dunno, sounds
kinda lame for a New Year's Eve party. I'd have it over at my house, but
I just had a party for my birthday recently so I don't wanna ask my
parents again. We'll see. Juan is still looking if there's anywhere else
we can go."

    I reached over and tapped mute on Austin's phone so Brett couldn't
hear me.

    "Why don't we invite them over?" I said to Austin. "It can be the
four of us, here at the apartment. They can crash in the spare bedroom
for the night."

    Austin looked at me, and I tried to decipher what he was thinking. He
took his phone off mute and said to his nephew,

    "Hey, you guys wanna come over here and celebrate with us?"

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JUAN:

    To say I was excited to spend New Year's Eve with my boyfriend, his
Uncle Austin, and Rodney was an understatement at best. I hadn't seen
Brett's uncle or his fiance since Austin's wild birthday party. I still
fantasized about all the shenanigans that took place in the hot tub that
night, and I kept hoping tonight's party might go in a similar direction.

    As soon as Brett told me we would be spending the night at his
uncle's apartment, I got dressed in one of my nice party outfits and I
packed a few things (like a toothbrush and deodorant) in a duffle bag. I
headed over to my boyfriend's house, where I was greeted by Brett, clad
in his typical ratty tank tops and gym shorts.

    Even dressed down like this, he was the sexiest man alive in my eyes.
His shirt was riding up enough that I could see the treasure trail
leading down from his belly button. Brett's abs and arms were harder than
ever, thanks to the training regimen Rodney had given us. I could tell my
boyfriend was going commando, his dick print clearly distinguishable in
his shorts.

    "Hey, Mrs. Thompson," I greeted Brett's mom as we passed her in the
living room.

    "Hi, Juan," Brett's mom smiled at me.

    "Let's go to my room. I need to get dressed and then we can leave,"
Brett said to me, holding my hand in his and guiding me up the stairs.

    Inside my boyfriend's bedroom, I immediately began to pop a boner. It
was like a Pavlovian reaction: just stepping through the threshold made
me horny! I could smell all of the sex Brett and I had had in this room.
And the way his ass looked in those shorts right now wasn't making me any
less horny.

    "What do you think I should wear?" Brett asked me, sitting down on
his bed.

    "For now: nothing," I said seductively, sliding my hand along his
thigh and up his shorts before he had a chance to get up.

    Brett grinned and then bit his lower lip as my hand found his large
dick, which was already growing to its full length. I climbed on top of
my boyfriend and grinded my crotch against his, our lips meeting. In a
flash, he had me flipped over onto my back with him on top, pinning my
hands above my head. He gently kissed up and down my neck while he spread
my legs with his knees. Fuck, I loved when he got aggressive and dominant
like this!

    I loved feeling the weight of my hunky hockey player on top of me,
but for now I had a different position in mind. I managed to wriggle
myself free of Brett and I hopped off the bed. I pulled him up into a
sitting position with his legs off the bed (he wasn't the only one
getting stronger thanks to Rodney). I easily yanked off Brett's shirt and
shorts, his rigid cock springing free. I feasted on it with my eyes
before unbuttoning my pants. I had on a new pair of underwear inspired by
Brett's uncle, one which Brett had never seen yet, and I wanted to make a
show of it.

    I turned around and unzipped my black jeans. I just barely pushed
down the waist enough so he could see the bright red nylon waistband and
triangle of fabric between my cheeks that made up my new thong. I smirked
and then slowly bent down, bringing my jeans down along the way. I stood
up and used my hands to gently spread my ass enough for Brett to see the
string that barely covered my smooth hole.

    Then, I spun around quickly; we didn't have too much time. I knelt on
the floor in front of him, knowing full well he'd have a view of my ass
from the floor-length mirror behind me. I pulled his big cock to my lips,
and we held eye contact as I swallowed him inch by inch. In a matter of
seconds, I was fully deep-throating him, my nose buried in his pubes.
Brett closed his eyes and rested on his elbows while I serviced him.
Fifteen minutes later, I could tell he was getting close when a knock on
the doorframe took us both by surprise.

    "Jesus, Dad! What're you doing??" Brett cried out. Still on my knees
my thong-clad hole exposed, I turned and saw Brett's dad standing in the
doorway, his face flushed.

    "Uh, sorry! Jeez! Sorry!!" Charles responded, clearly flustered and
squeezing his eyes shut. I couldn't be sure, but it almost looked like he
was getting a bit firm in his pants. "Just thought I'd say bye before you
boys leave. I'll let you, uhhh... finish up."

    Brett's parents were usually pretty good when it came to giving us
privacy. I guess this time his dad forgot to wait for permission before
opening the door. He quickly left and shut the door, leaving my boyfriend
and me in bursts of laughter.

    "You wanna cum?" I asked Brett, still slowly stroking his cock.

    "I do, but let's save it for later," he winked. "It'll be even
hotter."

    I helped Brett pick his outfit and we headed downstairs, where we
said an awkward goodbye to Mr. Thompson. The traffic to Minneapolis was
quite busy; it seemed like a ton of people were driving into the city for
New Year's Eve.

    When we got to Austin's apartment, Brett rapped on the door, which
quickly opened to a beaming Rodney. With his big arms, Rod pulled us in
for a tight bear hug before ushering us into their living room. Shortly
after, Austin strode in, carrying a tray of champagne glasses already
filled.

    "So glad you two could join us," Austin welcomed us, setting the tray
down and giving us equally tight hugs.

    It might've been my imagination, but it seemed like Austin's hug with
Brett lingered a bit longer than usual. I didn't think anything of it,
but I knew they had become MUCH closer recently. Brett had told me all
about the Christmas Day backseat handjob, which was one of the hottest
things I could ever imagine. Over the past week, I made my boyfriend tell
me the story over and over again while fucking me.

    Austin handed everyone a glass and we toasted to the upcoming year. I
chatted with Rodney a bit about how the hockey season was going while
Brett helped his uncle in the kitchen.

    "Is everything okay with Brett? He seems a bit peeved," Rodney
questioned.

    "Oh, he's fine. He might just have blue balls," I laughed, to which
Rodney raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "You see, I was right in the middle
of giving Brett a blowjob in his room," I continued, just as Brett and
Austin joined us in the room with some snacks. "And right when he was
about to cum, his dad walked in on us."

    Brett blushed, while Austin let his jaw drop and Rodney howled with
laughter.

    "He what?!" Austin exclaimed, trying to hide his smile.

    "Wait, wait," Rodney chuckled. "Start from the beginning."

    "So we were up in Brett's room. His parents always let us hang out
with the door closed, they're awesome like that. My mom never lets us do
it over at my house. Anyway, Brett was freeballing in this sexy pair of
shorts and his dick was just... MMM!" I smacked my lips, making Austin and
Rodney laugh.

    At this point, the two of them were quite attentive. I even noticed
Rodney adjust his bulge a bit. They were sitting on the couch with Brett,
with Rodney being the one sitting in the middle. I took a sip of
champagne and I went to sit on Brett's lap. Having watched him get
changed earlier, I knew he was wearing that old red jockstrap again and I
could feel him start to get hard. Rodney even swung my legs so they were
resting on his own lap.

    "So yeah, we kissed for a bit, and then I remembered I wanted to show
Brett my new underwear. Which I did. Then, next thing you know his dick
is in my mouth," I giggled, feeling my boyfriend's cock getting harder
and harder as I continued telling the story in front of his uncle and
Rod. "Soon after, there's a knock on the door and in walks Charles while
my ass is up in the air and I'm deepthroating his son's dick. Safe to say
Brett didn't get to finish."

    We all laughed at the story, even Brett. I was glad to see him
loosening up after the incident. I downed the rest of my champagne with
an exaggerated gulp and got up to refill everyone's glass. When I came
back with the bottle, I saw that everyone on the couch seemed to be
sporting an admirable-sized bulge in their pants.

    "So, uh, what new underwear do you have on?" Austin asked me coyly.

    "I could show you if you like?" I responded flirty.

    I shot a look at Brett who just shrugged his acceptance, much to
Rodney and Austin's approval. Just like I did before, I turned away from
my audience. I undid my jeans to show off just a hint of my ass and the
thong hiding underneath. I slowly slid down my pants to just under my ass
cheeks, while Rodney let out a perfect wolf whistle. I stopped there with
my pants, but reached back to jiggle my bubble butt, causing Austin to
whistle as well.

    "Looks great on you!" Rodney complimented me as I pulled my pants
back up but leaving the zipper down.

    I went back to the couch, but this time I straddled Brett and sat on
his lap facing him. I leaned down to kiss him and instantly his tongue
was in my mouth and his hands were down the back of my jeans. I felt him
knead my asscheeks, running a finger up and down the string of the thong,
stopping to pull it aside and tease my hole. I felt motion next to me and
quickly realized Rodney and Austin had the same idea and they were making
out as well. The sounds of gasps and moans mixed with the music playing
in the background.

    While Brett was sucking on my neck and playing with my ass, I looked
over and watched Rodney and Austin tongue wrestle. As if sensing my
wandering eyes, Rodney looked up and grinned. Then, he aggressively tore
at Austin's jeans, quickly getting them unbuttoned and pulled down. After
the holiday handjob I heard all about, I was thrilled to see Austin's
semi-hard cock pop out of his jeans (no surprise that he was freeballing
just like his nephew had been earlier).

    Rodney smirked at me again before getting to his knees with a
surprising quickness given his bulk. Just as quickly, Rodney started
slobbering all over Austin's cock. Not wanting to be outdone, I mimicked
his movements and I once again found myself deepthroating my boyfriend.
To my left, Rodney was fidgeting with his own pants, trying to get them
down. For a moment, it was like the four of us collectively agreed to
pause, as we all stood up and kicked off our pants, throwing them in a
messy pile.

    After this flurry of movement, Brett and Austin sat down right next
to each other on the couch, with their thighs pressed together. Seeing
uncle and nephew half naked like this drove me wild and I dove back down
on Brett's cock. I had left the thong on as it made me feel sexy, so I
pulled the pouch to one side to free my cock. Rodney, back on his knees
next to me, pulled his shirt off to get completely naked. He made his
pecs dance before going back down on Austin.

    Rodney and I slurped and sucked with fervor, not wanting to be
outpaced by the other. I kept my eyes wide open and watched the faces of
pleasure of my boyfriend and his uncle. Brett even put his arm around
Austin's shoulders, which made a thick rope of precum ooze from my dick.

    "How's his mouth feel, Uncle Austin?" Brett growled, his eyes darting
back and forth between me and Rodney.

    "Sooo fucking good!" Austin replied, reaching forward with one hand
to hold onto the back of Rodney's head.

    Hearing the two of them talk dirty to each other drove me wild. I had
to stop jerking or else I was going to cum. I took one hand and fondled
my boyfriend's balls. Feeling bold, I did the same with Austin while his
fiance blew him.

    "Fuck yeah, Juan, play my balls," Austin groaned, with Rodney winking
at me.

    Before long, I felt Rodney's right hand tugging at my cock. Fuck, his
hand felt so massive wrapped around my meat! I wiggled my ass at the
sensation of him jerking me off and knew I wasn't gonna last.

    "Fuck, Uncle Austin, I'm getting close!" Brett gasped.

    "Me too, bud. Me too," Austin replied and Rodney's pace jerking my
dick got faster.

    I pulled off of Brett, wanting one more thing.

    "Wait!" I called out, and everyone turned to look at me. "I know you
guys are all getting close. Would you... would you all... cum on my
face?"

    My cheeks burned red at the question, but the three guys looked to
each other and smiled. They all stood up and made a semi-circle in front
of me, with Austin in the middle. The three of them started stroking
their dicks. They each were looking at each other's cocks and then down
at my cum-hungry face. I had my own hand wrapped around my cock, waiting
for that first drop of cum to hit my wide-open mouth. In the background,
I heard the start of the ball-drop countdown on the TV.

    "TEN! NINE! EIGHT!"

    "Oh fuck..."

    "I'm almost there!"

    "Get ready, man!"

    "SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR!"

    I don't know who came first as I closed my eyes, but I felt dozens of
hot ropes of cum hit my face. Some landed on my cheeks, my nose, my
forehead. They must've done their best to aim, as most of the jizz landed
straight on my tongue.

    "THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

    Amidst the cheers and music, I heard the three men's moans as they
plastered my face with salty cum. I licked up and swallowed as much as I
could, tasting three distinct flavors on my tongue. As I mixed their cum
together in my mouth, I shot my own load at their feet, spraying the
carpet. Brett used his fingers to gather the rest of the jizz from my
face and fed it to me.

    "Tha-- Thanks," I whispered, sitting back on my heels. "Yum. What a
way to start the year. So, what's next?"

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