Big Mike's Boy

by Richard Peter Johnson

  “What’s up, dad?” I asked.

  “Here,” he said, pulling another medicine bottle out of his pocket. “Smoke it.” I gave him a confused look. “I know the others know that you do, but that’s in the relative privacy of our own home. I don’t want to make it entirely public, you know?”

  I nodded and lit up.

  “You don’t have any issues with this, do you?” he asked with a hint of concern in his voice. “I mean, I know I surprised you with it, but I thought you’d be all for it.” I blew out a contrail of smoke before responding.

  “Are you kidding me, dad? This is amazing. Probably the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten,” I said, excitedly, taking another puff.

  “Better than the Playstation?”

  “Dad, this is a better gift than a Ferrari or Bugatti,” I answered, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Well, then go ahead and finish that up. I know they’ll probably wait forever up there to have a piece of you, but we don’t want to keep them waiting too long,” he said.

  I smoked that damn joint as fast as I could. By the time I was done, I was completely relaxed and ready for anything. I was so loose that dad had to help me up the stairs. Once there we returned to the barracks. When I walked in, everyone turned to look at me as though I was a piece of prime rib.

  “Everything good?” Uncle Josh asked.

  “Perfect,” I replied.

  “Glad to hear it,” said Uncle Steve. “Just thought you’d like to know that we kind of worked out an order while you were gone. Figured it would be a lot better than if we all just tried to jump on you en masse.”

  “Sounds perfect,” I replied. I climbed onto the bed they’d made and laid back, lifting my legs high. “Who’s first?”

  My uncles Don and Jim stepped up, Don going for my lower hole while Jim straddled my head. Both of these men had fooled around with me before, so I knew that they were well versed on how to have fun with me. I heard the cap on a bottle of lubricant click open. As Jim slid his hard prick into my mouth, Don was slipping a slimy finger inside of me. I just sighed contentedly. This was going to be just like heaven for me.

  9

  It didn’t take too long for my Uncle Don to get me well- greased and ready for him. Soon he was slipping his bloated prick into my ass. God, it felt so good. And even though I’d just started with these two guys, I couldn’t help but think of the crowd of hard cocks that had now surrounded us and were being jerked. Soon I was going to take all of them. ALL OF THEM! That thought is what really got me going.

  Uncle Don was really plowing away at me while I choked down Uncle Jim’s wonderfully sized dick. He wasn’t the biggest, but that made it better sometimes. It wasn’t too straining for me to take him, or Uncle Don, for that matter. Then a thought hit me- these were actually the two smallest men by way of cock size. Seemed a little suspicious that they would be chosen to go first. Maybe it was just coincidence. Either way, it didn’t matter. They were in me, they were hard, they were pleasuring me and they both deserved to be pleasured as well. I did my best and all too soon, Uncle Don was shooting the first load of the evening into me.

  Without saying a thing, Uncle Jim pulled his dick from my mouth and moved down to slide his cock into my ass. Uncle Richard took his place at my mouth. Again, Uncle Richard wasn’t the best hung man here, far from, but he was a bit bigger than Uncle Don or Uncle Jim. There seemed to be a pattern here.

  And that’s how it went, each man fucked me and blew his load in my ass. When they pulled out, the uncle I was sucking moved down to take his place and another uncle forced his way into my throat. And, as I had surmised, each one got a little bigger. I guess that they didn’t want the larger men stretching me out too much before the smaller guys got a chance to feel my tight little asshole. And that was just fine with me. In fact, I was rather appreciative of their efforts.

  It took about six of them before their cum started oozing out of me with each plunge or removal. I saw my dad put a bucket under me, presumably to catch the jizz that was being plunged out. I was grateful for that, as I longed to taste some cum. None of my uncles were popping off in my mouth. They were all saving themselves for my ass. Not that I’m complaining, but being the cum pig I was, well, I was hoping to eat at least some of it. And now my dad was making sure that I could. Just yet another reason for me to love that man so much.

  I know I’m skipping ahead a little, but that’s for a good reason. What was going on was a basic bitch suck and fuck. Don’t get me wrong, I was loving every minute of it- especially when the so called straight guys were humping away at me. (Gasp! What would their wives say?) But it was just the same thing I’d been doing for over half the year. After they all finished is when things started to get interesting.

  Picture this- the last and biggest dick in the group (yeah, my dad) had just blown his load in me. He insisted that a break was called for so that I could “rest and stretch” for a bit. I knew what he was saying- we needed to go back downstairs. But before I could do that, I had to squat over the bucket. In order to prevent “spilling” me (their words, not mine), a group of them lifted me up by my arms and legs and placed me right on top of the thing. I was ordered to bear down, which I did. The next thing I knew, there was a loud fart and a splat. The splat was from the sheer bulk of semen that thirty men were capable of shooting into me. I bore down again, no fart this time, just a constant stream of the stuff splattering and filling the bucket. It took me six tries in all before no more would come out. Okay, maybe not all of it. When I stood up and followed my dad downstairs, there was a slow but steady stream of it still oozing out of my used hole that ran down my thigh. I was certain I was leaving little patches of their combined fluids behind, but I didn’t think any of them would mind much.

  I smoked again, thrilled at the soreness in my throat and my ass. I kept clenching my anal muscles to make sure that throbbing pain ran all of the way up my bowels. It felt good, reminding me how well I’d been screwed. The only possible complaint I could have was how many of them had slapped my ass as they were taking me. If I turned far enough, I could see how bright red it was, looking much like a baboon’s butt. I was afraid that it would only take a few more smacks before it blistered, or something. And I knew that, whenever I got to actually go to bed, laying in it would be problematic. But the joint and naked, horny men upstairs quickly washed such thoughts away. When we got back upstairs, they were all crowding around, waiting on my return.

  “We want to have more fun,” Uncle Jerry said.

  “Whatever you want,” I said, throwing my arms wide open.

  “We were hoping you’d say that,” Uncle Rob said. “Get him!”

  The guys attacked me, grabbing my arms and legs, and they weren’t being particularly gentle about it, either. Uncle Tim flopped down on the bed, his hard cock pointing straight up. My other uncles lowered me down on his erection and, not surprisingly, it slid right on it. I felt hands pushing at my shoulders and I took the hint, leaning forward until I was laying on top of Uncle Tim. Someone grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide. There was no foreplay or even a finger in there to help stretch me. No, it was just a jab of another cock. I’m proud to say that I wasn’t so loose that it didn’t go in right away. It actually took some doing and a sniff from the happy bottle. But I didn’t fight, complain or argue- I just took it. Both of my uncles were spearing me deep and hard.

  “Fuck me, all of you, fuck me!” I exclaimed. “I want it! I need it. Fuck those two big dicks in my asshole!”

  Another one came up and dangled his hard on in my face. If you think that I decided not to suck it, you couldn’t be more wrong. There I was with three dicks in me. A welcome first. My other uncles wasted no time and formed a circle around me.

  “Make way, guys,” my dad said. “I’ve got to get this for posterity.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I was able to catch sight of him holding the camera, making sure to capture the absolute perversity of the moment. I was thrill
ed that I’d be able to watch this over and over again.

  They tore my ass up, both of them going full force into me, plunging as deep as they could and the one in front just held my head in place and pounded my mouth good and hard. This wasn’t like the last time, where they came inside of me before pulling out. Nope, this was a more good and proper gang bang. They would fuck me hard and rough before tagging out so they could rest. I’d taken over twenty of them before I got my first load of cum. Nor was it as orderly as the first fucking I got that evening. They kept jockeying for position, pushing the other guys out of the way, or even ripping out the guy currently slamming me so someone else could have his chance. It was exciting to me, watching all of these big, beefy men fighting for their chance to fuck my asshole and mouth.

  Of course, I didn’t stay on my knees the whole time. Oh, no. They flopped me this way and that, tearing my ass up from every conceivable angle. At one point I had two of them practically scissoring together and sat on both of their dicks at the same time. I rode them with their hard pricks essentially in me sideways. It was a new and very welcome sensation. I tried to keep track of who had taken me so far and who still needed to, but I just couldn’t. Hey, it’s tough trying to see who is humping you when you have a low hanging ball sack smacking against your eyeballs in rapid succession. Besides, they kept switching out over and over again, trying all sorts of cock combinations in my asshole. I truly loved it when both my dad, the biggest dick, shared my hole with my Uncle Walt, who had the second biggest. The stretch they gave me was almost as good as having a hand in my hole.

  Sometimes my uncles would get so hot and bothered while watching and jerking off that they couldn’t get into me in time and would end up blowing their loads on my chest or face. I always felt a little disappointed that I didn’t get a good taste or another injection, but another would soon fill one of my holes and everything would be alright with the world. It was hot. It was sweaty. It was a bit slimy from all of the jizz and lube. It was raunchy. It was fabulous.

  The sounds of groaning men and slapping flesh echoed off of the walls. I loved hearing it. At one point I was on top of Uncle John and Uncle Cal was reaming me good and hard. But then suddenly they both stopped dead. I had no idea what was going on. I felt a bit of pressure against my hole, almost as though someone was trying to get their cock between the two already in me. But that was impossible, right? Three dicks in my ass? I’d never seen that or even thought it possible. Guess what? It is. The bottle was held under my nose and I sniffed deeply from it. There was more pressure, this time accompanied by a sharp pain. I cried out from it. The next thing I knew, my dad was pushing through the crowd of shocked bystanders, camera in hand.

  “Holy shit! He did it!”

  “Look at that!”

  “Never thought I’d ever actually see it!”

  “A triple penetration. Wow!”

  Another cock was added, this time in my mouth. I now had four dicks in my body, each one doing its damnedest to screw me silly. And you know what? It worked. In less than five minutes of the shock and awe that I was giving to all of my uncles, I popped. Cm streamed out of my cock, creaming all over Uncle John.

  “He’s coming! He’s coming!” he announced.

  I was pretty sure that the others were already aware of that fact, considering the rhythmic, pulsing of my muscles that clamped my hole around their swollen cocks. In fact, that’s what did it for Uncle Cal. He started shooting his load in me. At least I think it was Uncle Cal. When one has three massive poles of man meat in them, it’s hard to figure out exactly which one is filling your ass with semen.

  I know that I lost a lot of semen as it ran out of my ass or got eaten, but they tried to keep up with the bucket. More than once I was forced to squat over it, pushing all of their wonderful fluids out of me. But it was worth it, knowing what the point was. When it was all over, I was going to fill my belly with every single drop of their cream. My mouth watered in anticipation.

  And they kept on coming. I think they were trying to see if they could wear me out. I am proud to say that it didn’t work. I was the one who wore them out. When they couldn’t go anymore I was once more placed over the bucket. My legs were so weak from all of the activity that I couldn’t hover above it. I pretty much sat down on it and was truly happy that it could handle my weight.

  As I sat there, evacuating my bowels of all of the gooey semen, one of my “straight” uncles went to talk to my dad. I put the word straight in quotation marks, because he’d had a good time fucking me. Especially when I blew him. He was amazed that I could take all of him down my throat. I believe he said something about whishing his wife could do it while his balls were slapping against my chin. So how straight could he really be?

  “Hey, Big Mike,” Uncle Barry said. “I’ve got a question.”

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “Well, some of the guys were talking and they said that your son could do something I’ve always wanted to try,” he said, a little nervously, if you ask me. After all we’d already done so far and now he was nervous about something? I listened more intently to figure it out.

  “What’s that?” my dad asked.

  “Well, I saw some videos where a woman…uh…”

  “Come on, man, spit it out. There’s no shame in this room tonight,” my dad said.

  “Well, umm…she could take… a person’s hand… into…”

  “Are you talking about fisting?”

  “Uh… yeah.”

  “What about it?”

  “Well… uh… some of the guys said that… um… your son could… you know.” Uncle Barry said, still very nervous. “And well…”

  Barry, are you asking if you can fist my son?” my dad asked.

  “Yeah,” Uncle Barry said, but quickly followed with, “I mean, only if you’re okay with it, that is.”

  “Look Barry,” my dad said. “You’ve watched my son take every cock in the station. Most of them two or three times by now. Heck, he even took three in his ass at the same time. Don’t you think that if anything bothered me, I’d say something by now?”

  “Yeah, but this is different,” Uncle Barry countered.

  “No it isn’t, buddy. Besides, it’s not up to me what my son does. It’s up to him. And yes, he can take a fist. He’s taken mine more than once.”

  “So…?”

  “So you’ll have to go ask him,” my dad said in a way that informed my Uncle that their conversation was over.

  Uncle Barry approached me, but would not look at me. He still seemed shameful about what he was going to ask me.

  “Hey, Noah,” he said.

  “What’s up, Uncle Barry?” I asked, pretending that I hadn’t heard the previous conversation.

  “Well, I wanted to ask you a question. I asked you dad, but he told me I’d have to ask you,” he said, still nervous.

  “What’s that?” I asked. I was playing it cool, but inside, I was excited. After all of that fucking, feeling a hand or two in me would be the best way to cap off the evening.

  “Well, I saw this video once where a woman could uh…” he stammered. I decided to cut the conversation short so we could get on with it.

  “Yes, Uncle Barry, you can fist me. But I need to go down for some… ‘fresh air’ again before you do, okay?”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I have no problems with it. Not like I haven’t done it before. And since you went to my father to ask permission, I’m guessing it’s something you really want to try,” I said.

  “Man, I’ve been thinking about it for years! I asked my wife about it once and she shut me down cold, saying that there was no way she could do it. I wasn’t even trying to get it in her ass! I just wanted to, you know, put it in her… And she still said no! I’ve seen her push three kids out of that hole, but she didn’t think my hand would fit! Can you believe that? So I’ve had to settle for watching videos about it. But once I heard that you could do it… Man, that would be a
dream come true!” he said, very excitedly.

  “I’d be happy to make it happen,” I assured him. Then I leaned towards him so I could whisper. “Just don’t tell the others. At least not yet, anyway. I want to make sure you get the first shot at it, okay? That way you can do it before I get too sore to let the other guys have a chance, alright?

  “You got it, kid. And Noah? Thanks,” he replied before wrapping his arms around me. Apparently this was something he really wanted to have happen. I was glad that I could potentially make him so happy.

  I got off of the bucket and went over to my dad.

  “You said yes?” he asked.

  “How could I not? He seemed so excited about the possibility,” I replied.

  “Knew you would. Guess you want to smoke first.”

  “Seems like a good idea to me,” I replied.

  “Yup, definitely. Come on.”

  Dad and I went back downstairs. He made me smoke two joints to ensure I’d be good and relaxed because,

  “You know if you let him do it, the others will want to.”

  “I know.”

  “Good. Just wanting to make sure you know what you’re in for.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  After the second one, dad had to carry me back upstairs. Uncle Barry was waiting there for us. My dad plopped me on the bed and grabbed the large bowl of slimy lubricant. He coated Uncle Barry’s hands with it and instructed him of the best way to get in me. It hurt a little bit as his fingers tried to open my hole. After all I’d already done that night, I was a bit swollen. But another hit off of the old poppers bottle did the trick. I groaned as his thumb entered me.