Cousins make their Dads fuck me.

I’m Max, 19, and yeah, I’m that nerdy fucker who’s always top of the class. Skinny, pale, with shaggy black hair and glasses that make me look like a goddamn librarian. My cousins—those jealous little shits—hate my guts because I’m the golden boy, acing exams while they’re out smoking weed and failing algebra. Family reunion at my house tonight, and the place is buzzing. Inside, Mom’s blasting old-school rock, Aunt Linda’s cackling over wine, and Dad’s grilling enough burgers to feed a fucking army. Me? I’m just trying to survive the night without my cousins fucking with me.

They’ve been eyeing me all evening, whispering like the sneaky bastards they are. There’s two of them, always up to no good, pissed because I got a scholarship and they’re stuck at community college. I’m outside in the backyard, sipping a Coke, enjoying the cool night air. The backyard’s dark, just a few string lights flickering, and the party’s noise is muffled through the patio doors. I’m in my tight jeans and a hoodie, looking like a twink, I guess, with my slim hips and soft face. Never thought it’d make me a fucking target.

My uncles are here too—Dad’s brothers, all in their late thirties. There’s Vince, 38, a jacked-up gym rat with biceps like fucking cannonballs and a buzzcut. Then Carl, 40, chubby as hell, beer gut spilling over his belt, always sweating. And lastly, Derek, 35, lean and wiry, with a scruffy beard and tattoos snaking up his arms. They’re usually chill, cracking dad jokes and shit, but tonight, they’re pounding beers like it’s a frat party. I don’t think much of it until I see my cousins hovering near the cooler, giggling as they pour something into the uncles’ drinks. Some clear liquid, probably some fucked-up drug they scored. I should’ve said something, but I’m too busy texting my lab partner about a chem project.

Half an hour later, shit gets weird. I’m still in the backyard, scrolling on my phone, when Vince stumbles out, his eyes glassy and his tank top soaked with sweat. “Max, fuck, you look… different,” he slurs, his voice low and hungry. I laugh it off, thinking he’s just drunk, but then Carl waddles out, his face red, panting like a goddamn dog. Derek’s right behind him, licking his lips, his usual smirk replaced with something feral. I’m like, what the fuck? They’re circling me now, their dicks visibly hard through their pants, and I realize those cousins of mine fucked them up with something nasty.

“Guys, chill, go back inside,” I say, but my voice shakes. I’m not scared, though—something about their eyes, all wild and desperate, makes my cock twitch. Vince grabs my arm, his grip like a vice, and pulls me close. “You’re so fucking pretty, Max,” he growls, and holy shit, I’m rock hard. I know it’s wrong, but my body’s screaming for it. Carl’s behind me now, his fat hands groping my ass, and Derek’s unbuckling his belt, his dick already out, a solid seven inches and throbbing. I should run, but fuck, I don’t want to. I’m a horny little slut, and these uncles are about to wreck me.

Vince shoves me to my knees in the grass, the party noise still thumping inside. Nobody can see us out here, hidden by the shadows and the fence. My cousins, those evil fucks, are peeking through the patio door, one holding a phone, recording this shit. I don’t care. Let them watch. Vince unzips, and his cock springs out—eight inches, thick as a fucking soda can. I don’t even think, just open my mouth and let him shove it in. It’s salty, musky, and I gag as he fucks my throat, his hands tangled in my hair. “Fuck, kid, you’re a natural,” he grunts, and I moan like a bitch in heat.

Carl’s next, yanking my jeans down, my pale ass exposed to the night air. He spits on his fingers and jams them in my hole, no warning, and I yelp around Vince’s dick. It burns, but I’m loving it, my cock leaking precum onto the grass. Carl’s gut slaps against my back as he lines up his dick—shorter than Vince’s, maybe six inches, but fat as fuck. He rams it in, and I scream, muffled by Vince’s cock. The stretch is insane, my hole gaping around him, but I push back, wanting more. Derek’s stroking himself, waiting his turn, muttering, “Fucking slut, look at you.”

They take turns, passing me around like a goddamn toy. Carl pulls out, and Derek’s in, his lean hips snapping as he drills me. His cock’s longer, maybe nine inches, hitting spots I didn’t know I had. I’m drooling, my glasses fogged up, my hoodie rucked up to my armpits. Vince cums first, unloading down my throat, and I swallow every drop, my tongue milking him dry. “Good boy,” he pants, stepping back, but he’s still hard, that drug keeping him going.

Carl’s back in my ass now, grunting like a pig, his sweaty hands gripping my hips. I’m fucking myself on him, my cock bouncing, untouched but ready to blow. Derek’s in my mouth, his pubes tickling my nose as he face-fucks me. I’m a mess, spit and precum everywhere, my hole raw but greedy. I glance at the patio door, and my cousins are still there, filming, their faces smug. Fuck them. I’m getting off harder than I ever have.

I cum hands-free, my dick spurting ropes onto the grass as Carl hits my prostate just right. “Fuck, yes!” I scream, and Carl loses it, pumping his load deep in my ass. It’s warm, sloppy, dripping down my thighs. Derek’s next, pulling out of my mouth to cum all over my face, his jizz painting my glasses. I’m panting, wrecked, but Vince is back, flipping me onto my back and spreading my legs. He fucks me missionary-style, his muscles flexing, and I claw at his chest, begging for more. My hole’s so loose now, taking him easy, and I cum again, weaker this time, my body shaking.

They keep going, each uncle taking another turn. Carl’s in my mouth, Derek’s in my ass, Vince jerking off over me. I lose track of time, the party still raging inside, oblivious to the fuckfest out here. My cousins’ phone light glints, capturing every second. Finally, they all cum one last time—Vince in my ass, Carl on my chest, Derek in my mouth. I’m a cum-soaked mess, my hole gaping, my face sticky, but I’m grinning like a fucking idiot.

They stumble back inside, zipping up, the drug wearing off. I’m left in the grass, pulling my jeans up, my body aching but buzzing with pleasure. My cousins slink over, one waving the phone. “You’re fucked now, Max,” one sneers, but I just laugh. “Post it, I don’t give a shit.” I’m not ashamed. I loved every second.

I clean up in the backyard hose, my mind racing. What happens when the family sees that video? Will the uncles remember? My cock twitches again, thinking about round two. Fuck, I’m in deep now