Max wasn’t bluffing when he told me I was going to give him that ass whenever he wanted while he was here. Over the next couple days, he used me well. That night before we went to sleep, he made me lie on my back on the bed with my head hanging off the edge and proceeded to throat fuck me. After cumming down my throat, he grabbed my pillow off the floor, threw it on the bed, and informed me that I’d be sleeping next to him that night. I wasn’t sure what to make of that at first. Did he want to cuddle? Was this some kind of show of affection? Clearly not, because after we’d both climbed into bed, he turned his back to me, turned out the light, and fell asleep. A little puzzled, I rolled over and drifted off to sleep myself.
His motives became clear later that night when I woke up at around 3:30 a.m. to feel his cock throbbing in my ass. I was lying half on my stomach, and he lay on top of me, thrusting as deep into me as he could get. It found it insanely hot that he’d been fucking me while I’d slept. I’m not sure how long he’d been at it, but it was apparently long enough that he was already close. After only a few more pumps, I felt him tense up. He deposited his load in my ass and then, without a word, rolled back over and fell back asleep. Contented and still quite sleepy, I soon dozed off again, smiling to myself about having been used.
* * *
The next day, Uncle Andrés arrived shortly before noon, and we learned that there had been a slight change of plans. My sister and her boyfriend wouldn’t be joining us until tomorrow, which was Chistmas Eve.
After we all had lunch, Dad, Max, and Uncle Andrés went into the den to watch football and drink beer while Mom did some holiday baking. I sat down at the dining room table to work on some college applications that were due in early January. It was hard to focus, though, as I found myself staring at Uncle Andrés a lot. I had a direct line of sight on him from where I was sitting. Every once in a while he’d look over and catch me staring, but he always returned his attention to the game.
I hadn’t seen him much since Thanksgiving, but I had thought often of the night he and Dad had fucked me. He had lived in my fantasies for so much of my life, and I didn’t want that to be the last time it happened. As much sex as I’d had in the last 24 hours, it was astounding that I still wanted more, but I was insatiable. I honestly hoped he’d give me some sign, and we could slip away together.
If I never got a sign, I was at least presented with an opportunity. After about an hour, I heard him say, “I gotta piss.” Then he headed up to the upstairs bathroom, glancing at me as he left the room. It wasn’t exactly an invitation, but I’d take what I could get. I left my applications and headed upstairs after him.
When I got to the top of the stairs, he was already in the bathroom, but he hadn’t shut the door completely. I decided to be bold. I pushed the door open and slipped into the room. He didn’t seem to have been waiting for me, but neither did he seemed surprised or displeased that I was there. He gave me an appraising look.
“You’ve been staring at me,” he said.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“What is it you’re expecting to—”
“Thanksgiving was fun,” I interrupted.
“That never should have happened,” he said.
“I’m glad it did.”
“Well, I’m not sure I am.”
“Why not?”
“Well, your mom, for starters.”
I shrugged. “What she doesn’t know... Besides, you know it was hot as fuck. Don’t you want to fuck this ass again?”
He didn’t deny it. Instead, he was silent for a moment, as if pondering something.
Finally, he said, “No. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why’d you leave the door ajar, then?” I countered.
“Why’d you follow me up here?”
“You said you had to piss,” I said significantly.
I watched his face as he comprehended my meaning. He gave me a funny look and then seemed to come to a decision.
“Lock the door.”
I did so eagerly, and he unbuttoned his pants. I whipped off my shirt and pants and then crossed over to the shower and stepped in, sinking to my knees. Uncle Andrés considered for a moment and then kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants. He stepped into the shower and stood looming over me.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes sir. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Please, give it to me.” With that, I moved closer to his cock and looked up at him, my mouth open and tongue out, waiting.
He let out a soft grunt and then started pissing—over my body, on my face, and into my mouth. Once my mouth was full of his piss, I swallowed, which seemed to surprise him, and then grabbed his dick. I wrapped my lips around the tip and began to drink greedily from his thick cock, which was rapidly stiffening. He was so fucking hot, with his huge muscles and his tattoos. I wanted him so bad, and I wanted everthing he had inside me. I looked up at him and maintained eye contact as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his hot piss. Once the stream had tapered off, I lingered for a moment, enjoying the scent of his musk, and then stood up facing him. He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he turned me around, pushed me up against the wall of the shower, and crouched down to rim my hole.
“Looks like you’ve been fucked recently,” he said before thrusting his tongue into my hole.
I chuckled. “Max and I are sharing a bed.”
I felt him freeze for a moment, and then he put the rimming on pause long enough to say, “Interesting …”
Once he had sufficiently lubed up my ass with his spit, he stood up, spit on his dick, and shoved it into my hole almost to the hilt. I winced at the suddenness of it but soon relaxed. Despite the roughness of the initial entry, Uncle Andrés started fucking me slowly at first. After pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the bathroom floor outside the shower, he pulled me against him till my back was pressed against his muscular torso and I could feel his breath on my right ear. He kept one arm wrapped around my waist, his large palm pressed against my abdomen as if trying to feel his cock moving around inside me.
After a while of this, his thrusts began to get harder, and he started picking up speed. The force of his thrusts sent shockwaves through my body, and I imagined I could feel his cock rearranging my insides. My ass was hungry for it. As he exerted himself, he began to sweat, and his natural scent grew stronger. It only increased my horniness. I wanted everything he could give me. I had drained the piss out directly out of his body into my stomach, and now his enormous cock was probing the deepest parts of me and leaking precum into me. But it still wasn’t enough. As I inhaled his scent, I wanted more somehow.
As if he had read my mind, the pounding stopped, and he froze with his cock fully sheathed in my ass. He wrapped his arm around my waist again and held his palm to my stomach. After a few seconds, I began to feel warmth spreading through me, and I realized he was pissing directly into my guts. I let out a soft moan.
“That’s right. You fucking take it, boy. Take my piss.”
With that, he started pounding me again, continuing to fill me up. I could feel the piss sloshing around inside me with every thrust. I delighted in knowing that something from his body was passing directly into mine, penetrating me deeper than even his cock could reach. I was just a hole to be filled. I reached down and started furiously stroking my cock with my right hand, bracing myself against the wall with my left.
The stream inevitably tapered off, but he kept fucking me, as hard as before. The thrill of what he was doing to me must of excited him quite a lot, because it wasn’t much longer before he alerted me that he was getting close.
“Fuck, yeah, Uncle Andrés. Fill me with your cum.”
He thrust inside me a couple more times, and then his cock started to pulsate as he pumped cum into me, his seed joining the liquid already filling me. That sent me over the edge, and I sprayed the shower wall with my own cum. After a while, he finally pulled out, and I immediately clenched my ass to keep it all inside me, partially because I wasn’t ready to let it go and partially because I wasn’t sure I wanted to expell a piss enema there in front of him.
I turned to face him, and he stepped outside the shower to get dressed again.
“I think its time we had a boys night,” he said, grinning wickedly, “and tonight’s as good a night as any.”
I grinned back, and he finished getting dressed and headed downstairs.
I emptied my guts and cleaned myself up. I couldn’t wait for tonight. It was going to be epic. And thanks to Uncle Andrés, I knew my chimney would be clean as a whistle for the festivities. I went to return to my applications, but the moment I opened the bathroom door, I noticed Max standing in the doorway to my bedroom.
“So that’s where you got off to. I suppose you and Uncle Andrés were wrapping presents in there?”
I grinned. “Not exactly.”
“He’s fucking you too.”
“Fucking … and other things.”
Max looked past me at the open shower door, and then his gaze snapped back to me.
“Interesting…”
“Funny,” I said. “That’s what he said when I told him you and I were fucking.”
Max didn’t respond immediately, but he seemed annoyed that I’d squealed about our little arrangement.
“So,” he finally said, “what I’m hearing is that you’ve been holding out on me. You’ve been busy servicing him and ignoring me, and you’ve been tying up the bathroom while I needed to piss—double disrespect.”
“My apologies. I’ll have to remedy that now.”
I turned to go back into the bathroom, but he called out to stop me.
“No. We won’t be needing the facilities.” He gestured toward my bedroom. “In,” he ordered.
I obeyed, and he shut the door behind us.
“On your knees.”
As I knelt, he undid his pants and whipped out his cock. I didn’t have to be told what to do next. I went right to work, taking his dick into my mouth and caressing it with my tongue as it began to expand. I could taste the remnants of cum and ass on him from when he’d fucked me last night. Once he was fully hard, I really started blowing him, bobbing up and down and taking more of him each time till his cock was deep in my throat.
At that point, he grabbed my head with both hands and took control. He pulled me hard against him, driving his cock further down my throat until his balls were smashed against my chin and my nose was pressed almost painfully hard against his pubic bone. There he paused, and after a moment, I felt something trickling down my esophogus. He was pissing directly down my throat! I had no control over it, no option to swallow or not. I looked up at him and stared directly into his eyes as his piss filled my stomach, joining my uncle’s. This was a whole new level of feeling used, and I fucking loved it. At the same time, it was also incredibly intimate, like he was sharing something deeply personal with me. I felt connected with him, affectionate.
The connection was severed when he finished and immediately launched into brutally throat-fucking me until he came, shooting cum down my throat to join his piss.
“Yeah, take it, you filthy pig.”
Finally, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and did up his pants. He turned to go back downstairs, but I stopped him.
“Uncle Andrés thinks all of us boys should have some fun tonight.”
“Is that so? Something to look forward to, then.”
With that, he went back downstairs, leaving me kneeling there with a stomach full of piss and a smile on my face.
Tonight was going to be epic.
