Discovery of my predilections for older men leaves the household indifferent after a search of my phone turns up the evidence.
The topic hangs in the air, unaddressed, yet tacitly accepted or so it seems.
On my birthday, Dad and Uncle orchestrate our annual lakeside celebration.
“We’re gonna stay in that hotel before we get to lake. You know the one? You down for it? Your favorite Uncles gonna hang out with us.”
“Sh—uure.” My words stumble from my lips surprised the trip is even still on.
Under the guise of fun, they lead me astray, emerging from the hotel bathroom in tight jock straps, pulling my boxers off and shackling me to a wall sconce.
“Ain’t putting up much of a fight, boy? It’s like you want us to milk ya.” Dad remarks as the put a gag over my mouth and licks his lips.
“He does! Boys been eyeing me since forever!” My Uncle adds. Stating a fact I didn’t know he knew.
There, with freedom lost, they subject me to a marathon session of oral and mechanical stimulation.
Bearded mouths tickle my pecker and devour my multiple loads, reducing me to quivering bliss.
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