ETHAN:

    I didn't often get to spend alone time with Uncle Ryan, even after he moved in with us. He was busy with work, I was busy with school, and my dad and Cory were often home in the evenings, so we all hung out together, eating and drinking in front of the TV until it was time to pass out. In a way, I felt like I lived in a fraternity house, except that I was literally related to everyone else there.

    Because we so rarely got time alone, I was happy to come home one evening and find Uncle Ryan on the couch by himself. I immediately changed into shorts and went to get us a couple of beers from the fridge. 

    "What're we watching?" I asked, plopping down next to him and casually watching the basketball game on TV.

    "Where's your dad?" my uncle asked after a few swigs of beer.

    "He and Cory are out on a date," I replied.

    "Haven't been on one of those in decades," Ryan confessed.

    "Do you think you'll start dating soon? I mean, now that you're getting a divorce and everything?"

    "I dunno. I've thought about it. Some buddies of mine tried to talk me into joining Tinder or some shit like that. Honestly, the mere thought of it sounds exhausting. Women are too much work right at this time."

    "I get that. Well, give yourself time," I advised him. "No rush."

    For the next hour and a half, my uncle and I drank and watched TV in silence… until Dad and Cory loudly busted into the apartment, laughing drunkenly. 

    "Did you guys eat yet?" my father peeled his lips off his lover long enough to ask. "Cuz we brought some leftovers."

    "Give it here!" I said. By this point, Uncle Ryan and I were both starving, but too lazy to get off our asses to do anything about procuring food, so the plastic containers full of chicken were much appreciated.

    "Enjoy. We're off to bed," Cory winked at us and dragged my father into their bedroom.

    "They're up for a fun evening," Ryan said, biting off a large chunk of drumstick. 

    "Yeah. I'm jealous," I said, washing the food down with some beer.

    "You don't get to complain!" my uncle told me sternly. "You had that redhead here the other night, fucking until 4 AM!"

    "Yeah, that was fun," I reminisced fondly. "So… I know you're not dating girls, but are you at least hooking up with any?"

    "No, not lately," Ryan replied.

    "So, just getting serviced by Uncle Cory then, huh?" I said with a smirk, and regretted it a second later, when Ryan choked on his food. It took him over a minute to pull himself together. Thankfully, just as I was thinking I might need to do the Heimlich on him (did I even know how to do the Heimlich?), Uncle Ryan caught his breath and calmed down.

    "Shit. You know about that?" he said, chugging a gulp of beer.

    "About you and Cory? Yeah. But it's no big deal," I assured him. My dad knows as well, and he's cool with it."

    "Fuck. I don't know what to say." Uncle Ryan was usually not the kind of person to get flustered easily, so seeing him speechless was uncommon.

    "You ain't gotta say anything, I was just teasin' ya," I said. "But… there was something I wanted to ask, if that's okay."

    "Yeah… I guess it is," he said with some hesitation.

    "When Cory told us the story, he said it wasn't your first time getting a blowjob from a guy. Uncle Ryan… are you into guys at all?"

    "NO! Not really. I mean, Cory's nice and all, but I'm not into him THAT WAY," Uncle Ryan appeared even more ruffled. "Listen, I don't know how to explain it…"

    "You're straight but you enjoy havin' fun with guys occasionally?" I said.

    "I guess that's the simplest way to put it, maybe."

    "I know. And you know how I know? Cuz I'm the same," I admitted, hoping this would make my uncle feel better about himself.

    "You– you serious?" Uncle Ryan asked.

    "Yeah. I've hooked up with a few guys over the past year," I said, conveniently omitting the fact that some of those guys included Uncle Cory as well as my own father. 

    "The thing… The blowjob from Cory, it was only my second time," Uncle Ryan added. "I've only had my cock sucked by a guy one other time."

    "Did it happen recently?" I asked.

    "Yes," my uncle nodded, finishing off his beer and placing the bottle down on the table, before allowing his hand to rest on his crotch. He was wearing loose basketball shorts which already showed his cock off in quite some detail. Now, with his hand on his bulge, Uncle Ryan's cock only looked more prominent, potentially aroused by the story that my uncle was sharing. "It happened a short while back in this… men's room. It was a spur of the moment thing, but I didn't hate it. Quite the opposite."

    "That's okay," I said nonchalantly, as if all straight guys I knew got their dicks sucked by other dudes in public restrooms. 

    "Fuck, it's crazy talking to you about this," Uncle Ryan said, rubbing the crown of his head with one hand – and the head of his cock with the other! "Cory's your uncle as well…"

    "Yeah, well, I've been living with him and Dad for a while now, so don't worry. I've heard and seen it all," I said, keeping it vague on purpose. "As a matter of a fact… shush!"

    Uncle Ryan and I both shut up, and I put the TV on mute to prove my point. From the main bedroom, unmistakable sounds of fucking were coming out and echoing all over the thin-walled apartment.

    "Fuck!" my father grunted, possibly driving his cock down Uncle Cory's throat. "Fucking suck that dick!" he said next, confirming my theory.

    "Is that…?" Ryan asked.

    "… Your little brother getting his dick sucked? Yeah," I laughed.

    "Well, cheers to that," Uncle Ryan reached for his beer, before realizing it was empty. "Shit. Hold on."

    I drank by myself, listening to my father getting his cock serviced, while Uncle Ryan walked to the kitchen to get another beer.

    "You need another?" he asked as he approached the refrigerator. 

I gave a quick look to see how much of my beer was remaining. "Yeah, this one will be empty in two seconds," I replied as I chugged the remainder of the bottle. 

    I heard him open the refrigerator door and the sound of two bottles clinking mixed with my father's verbal directions to Cory from their bedroom.

    "Suck that cock, baby," my dad growled, either unaware or indifferent that we were privy to his and my uncle's sexcapades.

    "Are they always this loud?" Uncle Ryan asked as he returned from the kitchen with a beer in each hand and his rock-hard cock bobbing back and forth in his tented shorts. 

    "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," I replied as he handed over my beer. "Thanks. Whoa, you bring a banana back from the kitchen?" I asked jokingly while looking at my uncle's tented crotch with a smirk. 

    "Fuck you," he laughed as he plopped back down on the couch. "It's all this talk about blowjobs. And those noises aren't helping," he said as he chugged the cold beer. 

    Uncle Ryan and I sat there for a minute, watching the muted television and listening to the noises from the bedroom. The verbal direction stopped, at least temporarily, but that's probably because Cory was slurping on my dad's cock like a popsicle. I've experienced his talent and knew that it does leave one… speechless. 

    "Cory's going to town," my uncle commented while he subtly squeezed his cockhead. At this point, my own cock started to chub up, and I moved my free hand to my crotch. 

    "You ain't heard nothin' yet," I finished, before taking another pull from the bottle. 

    We continued like this for several more minutes, alternating between drinking our beers, discreetly squeezing our cocks, and listening to my father and uncle getting more verbal and passionate.

    "Get on your hands and knees. Show me that fuckin' hole," we heard my dad command Cory. 

    "It's about to get good," I quietly said to Uncle Ryan. We were acting like two naughty boys eavesdropping… and that made it that much more fun.

    "They're going to…?" Ryan asked without finishing the statement. 

    "Oh yeah," I nodded, knowing what he was going to ask. 

    "Get ready for some thick Italian sausage," we heard my dad bark at Cory. 

    Uncle Ryan and I burst into boisterous laughter, unable to control ourselves.

    "That's your little brother," I said to Uncle Ryan, making fun of Dad's sex talk. 

    "That's YOUR dad," Ryan retorted, still laughing at the cringeworthy line.

    We continued our eavesdropping while drinking and arousing ourselves. My own cock was rock hard now and it was difficult to hide, especially since I was going commando. 

    "Aaaaahhhhhhh," we heard from the bedroom. 

    "That would be Cory taking my dad's 'thick Italian sausage' up his ass," I commented like a play-by-play announcer. 

    Ryan didn't appear to be disgusted by what he heard. If anything, it turned him on, as an obvious precum stain appeared on his shorts. 

    "Fuuuuuuuck," my dad moaned. 

    My own cock throbbed, and I now also had a matching stain on the front of my shorts. 

    "Take my hard cock," we heard from the bedroom, along with the sound of thighs slapping against ass. 

    I was getting so turned on that I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my raging boner, and didn't care that my uncle was next to me. It was apparent he didn't care that his nephew was next to him either, as he more brazenly manipulated himself. 

    I lifted my ass from the sofa and pushed my shorts down to my ankles in one swift move. My throbbing cock slapped against my abs with a loud thwack, which caused Ryan's eyes to focus on me. 

    "We're both rock hard. We may as well take care of them," I said while sliding my fist up and down my cock. 

    Ryan gulped. I don't think he expected anything like this, but it didn't take him long to regain his composure and follow my lead. He lifted his ass, pushed his shorts down, and kicked them off when they reached his ankles. I had to admit, even if just to myself, his cock was impressive. It was just as long as mine and my dad's, but he was a bit thicker with a much fuller bush. I made a mental note to offer him a manscaping tutorial when he got back into the dating pool. 

    The two of us leaned back on the sofa and spread our legs making ourselves more comfortable. The outside of our thighs pressed against each other. 

    Even though I was already leaking a good amount of precum, I decided I wanted some more lube. I jumped up, kicked the shorts from my ankles, and walked into my room naked, showing Ryan my ass as I did. I grabbed the bottle of lube from my nightstand. The noise coming from the other side of my bedroom wall, a combination of moans, grunts, and flesh slapping against flesh, was loud enough to camouflage my footsteps. 

I returned quickly to the living room, bottle of lube in hand and hard cock bobbing up and down. Uncle Ryan watched with a smile as I approached, which I took as admiration. Although we've been close and had "adult" conversations in the past, I think he still thought of me as Little Ethan, his nephew who would jump in his arms when I saw him or excitedly tell him about our Christmas tree. That image is probably gone forever when you see your "little nephew" walking towards you naked with a hard, throbbing cock. 

    I dropped back down to the sofa while I simultaneously flipped the cap on the lube. I turned the bottle upside down and squeezed it until a generous gob of the oily liquid covered my cockhead and dripped down my shaft. 

    "Want some?" I asked Ryan. I turned the bottle upright and offered it to him as I wrapped my other hand around my now lubed cock. My fist slid effortlessly up and down my shaft, and my uncle copied my actions. 

    We both leaned back again, our thighs rubbing against each other, as our hands glided up and down our own cocks. The TV was still muted. The sound of my dad fucking Uncle Cory and the unmistakable noise of our slick cocks being stroked was enough for me to start producing even more precum. The noise from the bedroom increased even more, reaching new heights. Dad must've been piston-fucking Cory's ass, because the thwack-thwack-thwack picked up in speed. 

    I moved my left hand to my shaved nuts and spread some of the lube on them, which made my cock twitch. I tugged on them while I stroked my cock. 

    "Squeeze that hole," we heard from the bedroom, which made Ryan's cock twitch. 

    My uncle and I were now really getting into the bate session. I couldn't help but admire his body. He was nothing like the college jock I grew up around, but he was still strong and burly. 

    "Fuck me, Bran! Fuck my hole!" we heard my other uncle beg from the bedroom. 

    I don't know how long it had been since Uncle Ryan got off, but it was two days for me, which is a long time in my world. I felt my balls start to tighten, and I slowed down. I wanted to prolong the session and edge myself a bit longer. I'm usually a big cummer, but truth be told: I wanted to work up a huge load to impress my uncle. My uncle, however, wasn't slowing down. He was keeping pace with the sounds coming from the bedroom which, if possible, were getting louder and more animated. I knew from past experience the two of them in there were getting close as well. 

    Uncle Ryan's balls looked like they were drawn up and ready to explode, as were mine. His breathing was more rapid and his pecs, thighs, and arms flexed repeatedly, which signaled he was quickly approaching the point of no return. From the bedroom, my dad was really going at it. Not only did we hear the grunts and moans from both of them, but we also now heard the bed bang against the wall for almost a minute before my dad announced to Cory, us, and probably the neighbors, that he was about to breed his boyfriend's ass.

    "AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" my father and Cory both bellowed from the bedroom as they busted their nuts simultaneously. 

    Uncle Ryan's face contorted. His eyes were closed, and his fist furiously pumped up and down his greased cock. Unable to control myself, with my right hand stroking my cock, I moved my left hand to my uncle's upper thigh, which made his eyes snap open. We made eye contact as I moved his hand from his cock and wrapped my fist around it instead. It felt just like my dad's, only a little thicker. I picked up where he left off and just as furiously pumped his cock. Within seconds, Uncle Ryan growled and exploded for almost thirty seconds, shooting a fountain of jizz that landed everywhere from his neck down to my left hand, which was still wrapped around his hard cock. 

    I immediately regretted what I did as soon as it was over. I didn't want to make my uncle feel uncomfortable, and I worried this all might be too much too soon for him.However, it turned out my regret and fear were unfounded. I knew as much when Uncle Ryan gave me a warm smile, reached over, firmly wrapped his right fist around my still-turgid, ready-to-explode, lubed prick, and started stroking it from top to bottom. 

    Between the sensation of having someone else pump my cock and the unexpectedness of my uncle's response, it didn't take more than thirty seconds before I shot multiple ropes of cum. The first one landed on my chest, the next few landed on my face and hit the wall behind the sofa, before the remaining ropes covered my uncle's chin and even his lips.

    "Ahhh. Ahh, fuck," I moaned as I fucked Uncle Ryan's fist. I looked over at his cum-covered face, wondering what he might do next… when my uncle burst into a roaring laughter. 

    "Hahahaha. I think I better wash up," he said, talking awkwardly with my jizz dripping down his lips. With that, he let go of my cock, and I released his boner, so he could get up and go to the bathroom. From Dad's bedroom, the noise had stopped. Dad and Uncle Cory were probably already passed out. I picked up my bottle of lube, and headed to my room, ready to pass the fuck out as well after such an intense orgasm, courtesy of Uncle Ryan.