On the way up to the cabin the ride was mostly still and quiet. Colorado mountains, trees as far as the eye could see. Cody made sure to wear a jock strap so that his hard dick would be, somewhat, maintained. While Hunter was enjoying the scenery, Cody would catch glimpses of his son and try not to get lost in the daydream of fucking his mouth. After a 3 hour drive, they finally arrived to their cabin. Not another soul for miles, and thays exactly how Cody wanted it. Tonight there would be enough screams to get the cops called.
Setting down his bag Cody ever so slightly commanded Hunter to put their bags in the room. Thinking nothing of what is to come, Hunter happily agrees.
When Hunter gets back to the living room he sees his Dad has already stripped down to his cabin attire; basketball shorts and black socks, a bulge in his crotch is noticeable to anyone who would dare take a glance. And Hunter did. He couldn't stop himself from staring.
"Here, come have a drink buddy. Let's celebrate you going off to college, living on your own, and that damn fine body of yours." Cody held up a glass in honor of his Son.
Hunter awoke chained to a post. Confused and naked he took stock of the fact his cock was now caged and locked. He figured he had about 8 feet of length. Long enough to get to the other side of the shed. But he still couldn't remember how or why he ended up in this position. His Dad made a toast and then...
"Good, the cunt is awake. Hey bro get in here, my dick is already leaking," Mason shouted to his brother and he gripped his massive 10 inch, beer can thick cock. "You're gonna get exactly what you wished for faggot."
Hunter still slightly confused saw the precum fall off his uncles dick and could feel his mouth begin to salivate. He had dreamed of this moment. He just wanted to taste him. Hunter lurched forward but Mason stepped back just in time and narrowly avoided his cock being swallow by the hungry void that was Hunters mouth. "Not yet, faggot. I may be your dad's big brother, but you're still his kid. He's gonna break you in first," Mason teased as he tugged his foreskin back and forth.
"Daddys boy is finally awake. Finally ready to do something he's always dreamed." Cody chuckled as he came around the corner, his uncut dick leading the way oozing pre cum like a faucet. Without a word Cody grabbed his sons hair hard, pulled his head back, and spit in his mouth. He followed this up with a rough, passionate kiss. Hunter began to shiver as he realized his assumptions were coming true. Was his dad somehow a mind reader? "Holy shit," he thought, "my dad must have found my old journals." If they followed his play by play, Hunter knew it would be better to just submit, certainly less painful. Cody saw the fight in Hunter disappear and quickly be replaced by lust, whatever doubt Cody had up until this point is gone now. His cock now casting a shadow over his sons face, pointing his hard cock down he released all the pent up piss from his bladder, drenching Hunter from head to toe and marking him. As the stream slowed he pressed his cock up against his sons lips and gave him no choice but to open his mouth and swallow the monster pissing in his face. Hunter tried to swallow as fast as he could but he was no match for his Dads full stream. Noticing his son struggling Cody forced his cock into the back of his sons throat and forced his stream to come out fast and strong. Hunter couldn't breath, his arms flailing around his fathers sides, and Cody paid no attention as he pressed his sons head harder into his crotch.
"Choke it up now faggot. I'll fuck your throat til you go limp," Mason said from the corner. Hunters eyes darted to the perfect barrel chest of his uncle, his eyes slowly trailing down, and stopping at the impossible to miss horse cock between his legs. As thick as it was long, veiny and with a generous amount of foreskin: his uncles cock was rock hard. Watching him move his foreskin back, Hunter saw a gush of precum fall to the floor.
Cody was finally done pissing in his son's throat and let him come up for air. Barely long enough to take a full breathe, his father was already down his throat again. Gagging, choking, spitting, and occasion grunts could be heard throughout the room. Cody was so pent up, he'd always wanted a bitch he could fuck whenever. Little did he know, he raised one.
"Tag ya in for this throat bro, I need a piece of that ass," Cody slipped his cock out of his son's throat and slapped Masons arm. Mason was more than happy to oblique the sloppy seconds and to stretch that throat out even more. He wondered how much of a gape on Hunters hole they could get on the first night. Both men were determined to entertain every fantasy the boy had this weekend. Cody planted his hands on his sons ass, parted and revealed his son's most intimate part. Cody swore he saw his sons hole wink at him before he dove in, tongue first. Not giving Hunter anytime to process how amazing his fathers tongue felt in his hole, his uncle was shoving his cock down Hunters throat. By the way his sons hole was pulsating around his tongue, Cody could tell he was loving every part of this. Mason had forced himself into Hunters throat causing his hole to tighten around his Dad's tongue. Cody knew what was coming and he wanted his son to feel his full cock before passing out. Spitting on his palms and rubbing it on his revealed head, he lined his cock up with his sons hole and began to force himself into his sons hole. Hunter was protesting, pushing his uncles thighs, attempting to kick his father off, bucking like a wild bull. Mason wasn't letting go and Cody wasn't letting up. Cody felt his balls graze his sons and without a moment of reprieve he pulled his cock out to the head and slammed it back in.
The next thing Hunter remembers after the searing pain of his fathers cock ripping him open and his uncle cutting off his air way was being surround by both men snoring in bed. His ass throbbed and his throat was dry, he tried to speak but a hand was placed over his lips.
"You okay buddy? What's up?" His uncle asked sincerely enough. "I just need something to drink Uncle Mason," Hunter let out in a hoarse whisper and was greeted with his uncle forcing him down to his cock and demanding, "drink." Hunter opened his mouth to take in his uncles flaccid cock. He knew it was going to be a powerful stream but he was thirsty. Mason let go a golden stream directly into Hunters mouth as he grasped the back of his nephews head, making sure he was going to swallow it all. Hunter put up no fight while finding he enjoyed his uncles piss. After his uncles stream died down, Hunter kept his mouth on his uncles cock and decided to fall back asleep.
