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"Oh!"  "Fuck!"  "Ahhh!" These were words that we all used, matched up, interchanged, and added on to as we fucked each other. My body was pushed between Uncle Ian's and Max's, shifting how their cocks filled me and what we felt.  "MY GOD!" I shouted as one of them grew, stuffing my hole even more. I came without seeing, and somewhere in my fuzzy mind, I knew Max was holding me to his body as he tried, or Uncle Ian tried to continue fucking me. I felt the wet heat when someone came. My balls were still going, and my ass warmed with the feeling.  "Fuck!" someone grunted hard before more cum was shot into my hole. I heard the sticky sound, as much as I felt it, when they continued to hump me and the cum they put there. They slowly rocked into me while keeping their cocks lodged deep in my ass. Max pushed me forward to lay down in my mess and over Uncle Ian's chest. He kissed me slowly, and I soon felt Max's lips as he kisse...

"How are you doing?" Max asked me before Uncle came back. I thought for a moment before giving him an answer.  "Ok," I answered. "You are a little heavy," I then said as I felt his weight around me. "But not in a bad way," I added on when I realized he could have taken it the wrong way.  "Hahaha. It's ok," Max assured me. "Let's see what will happen if I let go of you," he said. While Max was resting, his grip had loosened, and some of my cum had streamed out of me. Now that I was free, there wasn't much left, but I sunk into the feeling of being let loose all the same. I shook a little as my balls fully emptied themselves. "How does that feel?" he asked when there was none left. Or so I thought until he massaged the last drops out of my shaft. But Max did it slowly so he wouldn't get a rise out of me in the process, and he succeeded.  "I'm so tired," I breathed into the room as I closed...

"Oh, you sweet ass boy," Max groaned as he fucked the last of his cum into me slowly and deliberately while his arms pulled me closer to his body. Our skin was sticky with sweat, and we were stuck oddly together when I felt Max's heart beating against my back.   I was leaning over the back of the couch while Max draped his body over mine as we calmed down and collected our breaths. His cock stayed in my ass until it had deflated enough to fall free on its own. When Max finally let me go and moved to get off the couch, I remembered Uncle Ian and turned to see what he was doing, but he was gone.  When did he leave?  I turned around as I tried to see if he had moved to another chair when I heard his voice. "Don't you dare move," he commanded me. I moved back to my prone position, which was hanging over the couch when I think I heard him enter the room.  He walked behind the sofa so I could see him in all his naked glory and the smaller, metal butt plug in his h...

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I woke up needing to use the bathroom and once again found myself alone when I sat up in bed. I wasn't given much time to think about it as my need doubled, and I hurried out of the room. I reached for the waistband of my underwear that I remembered going to sleep in to find nothing but skin.  As I sat down on the toilet, tucking my cock down between my legs in the process, I remembered what happened last night. So many things came out of me at the moment. Memories and bodily fluids.  When nothing else was dripping from me, I stepped right into the shower and continued to wake up under the warm spray. After my shower, I shook most of the water free of my body before walking back down the hall to the bedroom. There I got a towel and dried off before seeing the jocks I wore to bed on the nightstand. Next to it was the huge black cone with another note.  No need to backslide on the progress we made last night.  It said.  That was how the start of the next two days ...