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Subject: Learning My Place – Part 4 NOTICE: This is a work of fiction depicting sex between males, including male relatives. If this is something that bothers you, read no further. Thank you to Nifty Archive for the work it does for its writers. Please consider donating here: fty Please provide feedback: ail Mom came home the next day, and, for some reason, she didn’t go back to work. I overheard them fighting about it and discovered that she’d gotten a new position in the city she’d gone to the past couple of days. Dad didn’t want to move, but mom was insistent. In the end, mom locked herself in the bathroom to take a bath and dad came to my room. I could tell he was frustrated, but he no longer had the angry face he used to have when he first started coming to my room after his fights with mom. Instead, he leaned over and kissed me fully on the mouth, caressing my soft body with his rough hands, his fingers trailing down my torso until they rested on top of my crotch over my tighty-whities. I reached up and felt his body over his shirt and he unbuttoned a couple of buttons to give me access to his hairy torso. Then I turned, we broke the kiss, and I lay face down. He pulled my briefs down, exposing my butt, and slowly started playing with my hole. I’d since showered and pushed out the loads the Brooks and dad had left in me. Only afterwards did I realize I should’ve eaten them instead of letting them go in the shower. But my hole was still very used and tender and loose, so dad had no trouble inserting two fingers immediately in me. I pushed my ass up against his hand so his fingers would go deeper and started moaning. Dad chuckled and placed a hand over my mouth to stifle my sounds, but I couldn’t help it: I just loved it so much, offering up my ass for him to take pleasure in. That night, he only fingered me, putting two, then three, then four fingers in. I could tell he had a boner, but he didn’t let me suck it. Then, he left. The next days were torture. Mom was home, so I couldn’t go over to the Brooks nor go to the hole in the fence to serve them. I had to content myself with watching them from my balcony but, eventually, they started working inside the house, so I didn’t even see them all that much. On one hand, I was glad for it because my hole definitely needed some rest following the abuse it had taken but, by the third day, I was sorely missing having a big man cock inside me. Dad visited me every night, though, usually in the middle of the night while mom was asleep. I’d wake up with him behind me, his warm, strong body pressed against mine. I’d started taking off my briefs before going to bed so that he had immediate access to it. Then, he placed his hand over my mouth and started inserting his cock up my ass. I would wake up with the pressure on my hole, and I would almost always let out a whimper, which dad silenced with his hand. Then, slowly, he fucked me from behind, pushing daddy cock slowly up my guts. He then stayed like that for a while, just inside me, filling me up with the same dick that had made me. It made me fill full and complete, my hole completely stretched to accommodate him, my insides so full I could almost feel his penis through my abdomen. Softly, he started moving, in and out, thrusting his hips slowly, his cock head pushing against my prostate and making me feel like I was about to cum constantly. But I restrained myself, focusing solely on him and his needs, letting him use my ass to dump his seed. And then he came, shooting in me, breeding my boy hole before pulling out, some of his semen leaking out of my loose hole. Before leaving, he would let me clean his cock with my mouth, letting me taste his cum and my ass on his dick. Then, he kissed me deeply, and left. This happened twice during the week, but I still missed being used by other men, like the Brooks. On Friday, dad announced that we would be going to the beach the next day. He said something about wanting to bond with me, but mom didn’t seem to care either way. So, Saturday morning, dad woke me up early and I put on my speedo, then a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and followed him out to the car. We’d gone to the beach as a family before, before they’d started fighting. But, in recent years, we’d never gone. Yet, I realized immediately that we were going to a different beach than the one we’d been going with mom. Dad parked the car, and I noticed there were barely any other cars around. At the beach’s entrance, there was a sign warning people that this was a nude beach. “You like it?”, dad asked. I nodded yes and immediately took off all my clothes. I loved being naked outside, showing my body off to other men. Dad chuckled and got naked too before kissing me. Then, we entered the beach. It was mostly empty, so it was easy to find a spot. We laid out our towels close to the water and there weren’t many people around, only some men a few feet away. They all looked at us, obviously father and child, and watched with interest as I laid face down, dad next to me, fondling my soft ass cheeks. It was still too cold to in the water, so we stayed like that for a bit, warming up in the sun. As time went on, more men came to the beach, and we were definitely the focal point of most of their attention. I noticed most were older men, in their 40’s and 50’s, and most were wedding rings and came alone. Some came with friends, and there was even a large group of 20-somethings. I loved that we were putting on a show for them. I’d since moved to lay on top of dad, feeling his strong body underneath mine, and dad wrapped an arm around me, his fingers playing with my hole. “Wanna go for a swim?”, dad asked me in his deep, gruff voice. I’d almost fallen asleep on top of him, two of his fingers playfully moving in and out of my hole. “Yes, Sir,” I said, groggy. But I was feeling warm now, after spending almost an hour under the sun, and my pale, smooth skin was definitely asking for some refreshment. So we got up, my cock fully hard from dad’s caresses, and we went to the water. The water was cold, but not too cold, so it didn’t take me long to submerge myself completely. My hairless istanbul travesti body got immediately prickled, tiny bumps showing on my skin from the sudden temperature shift, but I enjoyed it. Dad watched me for a bit, water up to his shins, his magnificent cock dangling so tentatively. I swam up to him, kneeling in front of him, and looked up. With a grin, he nodded curtly, and I started nursing on his soft cock, right there in front of everyone. Some guys stood around, watching as dad’s cock got harder and bigger, and I could tell they were all impressed by his size. After a while, dad moved back and said, “That’s enough for now.” That put my spirits down a bit, but then dad dove in the water and I swam after him and we played for a while. Some guys were watching, but we just swam together, I got on his shoulders to dive into the water, held onto his torso as he moved around, splashed water on each other. When we got tired, we got out of the water and went back to our towels to dry. I fell asleep almost immediately, tired from swimming and groggy from the day’s warmth, and I woke up with dad kissing me. “Want to feed on daddy’s cock?”, he asked me. “Yes, please,” I eagerly said. Dad moved so he was sitting upright, and I scooted over to lay in between his legs. Then, I took his cock in my mouth, nursing on it as if it were the best thing in the world. And it was. Some guys had gathered around us again, and I could see some of them were fully hard and jacking off next to us, watching me suck dad’s cock. That’s when I felt dad leaning over and spreading my ass cheeks apart and someone kneeling behind me. I braced for the sensation and was ready when it came, that familiar pressure against my hole. I relaxed immediately, welcoming in the penetration, and the man’s dick slipped into me smoothly. He put his hands to my sides, fully inside me and on top of me, and I kept nursing on dad’s cock as this strange man groaned with the pleasure of taking my boy hole. He started moving inside me, grunting with each thrust, and he didn’t take long. I felt him unload inside me and he thanked my dad as he pulled out. The next man came immediately after, his dick slipping in even easier now that I my hole was creamy with the other man’s cum. He pushed inside, burying his long dick in my guts, and started thrusting. This second one took a bit longer than the other, but he unloaded in me too, thanked my dad, and gave way to the next man. This went on for a good part of the afternoon, a string of strange men coming in to fuck me, unloading in me, thanking my dad, and going away. I stayed in the same position the entire time, sucking dad’s cock as he spread my cheeks apart to give each man better access. I could tell some were coming for seconds and thirds, while others stayed around afterwards, watching me take dozens of man’s loads. I lost count at 30, but, by the end, I had easily 20 or 30 loads in me. My guts were so full of cum that I could feel it leaking away, my hole so loose and open that it couldn’t possibly contain it all inside. The sun was going down when the last man finally came in me. When he went away, dad lifted my head out of his cock and reached in his bag for something. I watched him retrieve a plastic cup. “I want you to push out the seed inside you into this cup, ok? Be careful not to waste anything.” I nodded my understanding, and he went behind me while I stood up, doing my best to clench my hole and keep the loads inside. Then, he held the cup underneath my butt and I squatted, pushing it all out. I felt the creamy liquid slipping out of me, filling up the cup. I pushed the best I could, and dad helped with his fingers, putting them inside to pull out the loads. When it was done, he told me to kneel and I opened my mouth as he poured the cupful of semen on my tongue. “Don’t swallow yet,” he ordered. I stayed with my mouth open, kneeling in front of him, my mouth filled to the brim with the 30 loads that had just been shot inside me. Dad started stroking his cock, and within a few strokes he was joining his load to the others. I wanted to keep them all in my mouth forever, tasting the tangy, salty flavour of their seed, but I dutifully swallowed them all, my mouth sticky with the remnants. I licked daddy’s dick clean until he was soft again, and then he leaned down to kiss me. “You’ve been a very good boy,” he said, kissing me again. “Thank you, Sir.” We gathered our things and left the beach, some men still looking at us and masturbating openly. When we got to the car, I put my speedo and t-shirt back on and sat down feeling tired. “Your mother and I are getting divorced,” he suddenly announced. I looked up at him. “Okay.” “Your mother is moving, so you’ll live with me. But while we take care of the papers, you’ll stay at your uncle’s.” “Uncle Chris?” “Yes.” I’d never met uncle Chris, I just knew he was my dad’s brother. My mother hated my dad’s family, so I’d never met them. I also knew Uncle Chris was very rich and had a son, cousin Scott. “Is that okay with you?”, he asked. “Yes, sir.” “Good. While you’re there, you’re to obey your uncle in everything, you understand me?” “Yes, sir.” “Everything,” he insisted. I nodded in understanding. “Good.” He started driving, and I quickly realized we weren’t going back home. “Don’t I have to get my things, at least?” “No need. Your cousin Scott is roughly your age and size, you can wear his clothes if it’s needed.” I noted the “if it’s needed” and eagerly awaited our arrival at uncle Chris’ house. We got there in a couple of hours. By then, twilight had settled in, but it was still very hot. We stopped in front of a gate, dad texted something on his phone and, in a couple of minutes, the gate was opening, revealing a path leading up a low hill. He drove the car through the path, trees on either side for privacy, and we stopped in front of a huge mansion. The door opened and a man walked out completely naked. The first thing I noticed was that he looked like a younger version of dad, except with more defined and worked muscles. The second thing was that his cock was just like dad’s in kadıköy travesti both size and girth. Dad walked up to the man and they embraced each other and then uncle Chris turned towards me. “So this is the little fag,” he said, looking me up and down. “Looks like we each got one,” dad said. I stayed put, letting uncle Chris admire me. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, and I obeyed. “Just like Scott,” he added, reaching out to play with one of my nipples. “A bit bigger, maybe. Alright, let’s have dinner.” We followed him inside and he walked us through the first floor of the house. In the back, the kitchen had a door to the back patio with a barbecue, a dinner table, and a massive pool. A boy was lying in one of the lounge chairs playing a video game. “Scott!”, uncle Chris called. “Come say hi to your uncle and cousin.” The boy got up and walked towards us. He was also naked, and he looked like a younger version of me despite us being the same age. He had longer and lighter hair, and he was slightly smaller in frame, which gave him and even more boyish look. I immediately noticed that he had something covering his penis, like some kind of cage. “Hello,” he said. “Turn around for uncle Henry.” The boy obeyed and his dad reached over and spread his butt cheeks apart, showing something stuck in his hole. Then, uncle Chris pulled on the thing and I watched in amazement as Scott’s smooth hole expanded more and more as Chris pulled some kind of rubber cone out of him. Scott didn’t even wince or tremble and, as the whole thing came out, I watched as his hole contracted back to its shape, but still clearly very loose. “Nice,” dad said appreciatively. He reached over and slipped three fingers into Scott, and they went in without a problem. “Mine isn’t quite like this yet,” he said, nodding over to me. “But he’s on his way.” Uncle Chris put the thing back in Scott’s butt and it went in without any struggle. Afterwards we sat around the table for dinner. Uncle Scott had barbecued some meat so we all ate while we talked. I talked mostly with Scott, about videogames and what we liked to do. The thing in his butt didn’t seem to be bothering him, nor the cage around his penis, which I found interesting. When we were done, me and Scott got up and dove in the pool while dad and uncle Chris stayed behind talking and drinking beers. “What’s that on your penis?”, I asked Scott while we swam lazily. “It’s a chastity cage,” he said. I must’ve looked confused because he continued, “It’s so I don’t touch my little dick. Dad says I have to focus on my boy hole, not on my boy dick. This way I can’t get my pleasure from my dick, just my hole.” “And the thing on your hole?” “It’s a butt plug. It’s to keep me loose.” Interesting. When we were done, we went back to the lounge chairs to play Scott’s videogame. Despite it being already night, the air was still so warm that we didn’t feel cold and, after half an hour, we were mostly dry. That’s when dad and uncle Chris came towards us, both clearly already buzzed from the alcohol. “Let’s see what my nephew has to offer,” uncle Chris said, and he slapped my butt and I understood he wanted me to turn around and offer him my hole. I knelt on the lounge chair, my butt back to him. Scott did the same for my dad. I felt Chris probing my hole with his fingers, slipping two inside. I was proud that they went in effortlessly, my hole still sloppy from the men at the beach. I looked over at dad and noticed he’d pulled the butt plug out of Scott and was now smearing some kind of sticky liquid all over his right hand. Then, with no effort at all, dad started slipping his entire hand into Scott’s hole. I watched in fascination as dad’s hairy hand disappeared, swallowed by my cousin’s open, loose hole. I was so entranced by what was happening to Scott that I didn’t even realize uncle Chris had four fingers inside me. I suddenly wanted for him to put his entire hand in me like dad was doing with Scott, to open my hole even more. Instead, I felt uncle Chris slip his dick inside me. My hole was so used and open after the beach that I barely felt anything. Then, he started pissing inside me. The sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced until then, his warm stream filling my insides just like the Brooks’ piss had filled my mouth. I moaned, grateful to have the opportunity to pleasure him, this perfect, superior man. A sudden desire to let him have complete control over my body overcame me and I knew I would have no trouble obeying him in whatever he asked of me. When he was done, he started thrusting, his warm, beer piss moving inside me and dripping down my legs. I had my face down on the lounge chare, a clear look of bliss on my face as my powerful uncle used me. I looked again at dad and Scott and saw dad moving his fist in and out of Scott’s hole, whispering things like “Fucking beautiful” and “Loose fucking whore”. Scott was turned to me and he too had a look of bliss, his eyes closed in pleasure, a slight smile on his lips. I noticed his tiny cock, caged and contained, leaking clear precum but he wasn’t even attempting to stroke it, instead completely focused on what my dad was doing to his hole. I restrained myself from touching my own dick as uncle Chris fucked me ruthlessly and closed my eyes again to focus on what I was feeling in my hole. I was completely open to him, but I could still feel his massive cock in me. Every time he buried himself inside my guts, I felt full and accomplished, like that was the natural shape of my body. I could feel his thick cock possessing my insides and I placed a hand on my flat tummy, hoping to feel some kind of bulge there from his size. Uncle Chris pulled out and turned me on my back and immediately shoved his cock inside me again. He was looking deep in my eyes, a primal look of hunger and lust on his face, his sharp jaw clenched. He was sweating profusely and, leaning over me, his sweat dripped on me with each thrust. Uncle Chris leaned lower and held me close to his body so that my face was buried in his hairy, muscled chest. I reached over and spread my ass cheeks open, wanting him to completely bakırköy travesti violate my hole, for him to have complete access to it and do whatever he wanted. He was grunting and I was moaning, his thrusts fast and deep and hitting my prostate, my hole begging for a mercy but my mind wanting him to continue forever. With one last, deep grunt, uncle Chris buried himself completely in me and shot his load inside my guts. I felt him warm seed filling my insides, shot after shot of his thick semen impregnating me. I rolled my eyes in bliss, thankful for his gift, and knowing I had learned my place in life. Uncle Chris removed his cock, his abs still tensing with the orgasm, and fed it to me to clean it up. I hungrily accepted it and he fucked my mouth slowly as he came down from his orgasm. When he was done, he pulled away and I realized I’d pissed all over myself, my dick still soft and small, insignificant compared to his. He reached down for my hole, and I dutifully pushed his load out of me, feeling the warm seed slipping out of my loose, abused hole. Then, he fed me his semen with his fingers and I licked them clean, like nectar from a god. I looked to the side and saw that dad had cum on cousin Scott’s mouth. I felt a twinge of jealousy, wanting daddy’s seed all to myself, but I also knew it wasn’t my place to determine what dad did. He was my superior, and if he wanted to grant Scott the gift of his seed, then he would. “We raised them right,” dad said, still panting from the sex. “Fuck yeah we did,” uncle Chris replied, looking at us with a look of slight contempt. “For a time I didn’t think you’d have the guts to turn yours into a whore.” “It was hard with that fucking bitch always around. But now I’m free to do whatever I want with him,” dad said, looking at me. He looked proud, and my heart melted, knowing I was pleasing him, fulfilling my role as his submissive son. “Take care of him while I’m gone,” dad said to uncle Chris. “You know I will.” Dad got ready to leave and told me again to do whatever uncle Chris required of me. I told him I would and watched him leave, already missing him as he drove away. Uncle Chris took us back inside and to bed. We would be sleeping with him, and he said that no shower would be needed. I liked that, loving the idea that I would have dad’s and uncle Chris’ stench all over me, marking me as theirs: their piss, their sweat, their cum. Even the smell of the random men from the beach, marking me as a free-for-all whore. “Kyle,” uncle Chris started once we were in his bedroom, “before we go to sleep, I want you to fuck Scott.” Scott immediately got on the bed, his legs spread open, offering me his hole. It immediately gaped open a bit, and I envied him for it, for having a hole that had clearly been used so much. I wanted mine to look like that, but I was confused by uncle Chris’ request. “But why?”, I asked him. He gave me a look of anger and I knew I shouldn’t be asking questions and should’ve just obeyed. “I want to make sure that you both understand the hierarchy here. No matter how used or abused you’ll be, Kyle, Scott will always be at the very bottom. I want him to know that he is below everyone, even a whore like you. So, fuck him and do whatever you want with him. I’ll watch.” I wasn’t sure I had it in me to fuck Scott. I looked down at my dick, limp and miniscule, and then back at uncle Chris’, four times bigger than mine even limp. I wasn’t deserving of fucking anyone, and I didn’t want to be above Scott. I wanted to be as low as him. But uncle Chris had ordered me to do it and dad had told me to do whatever he demanded, so I approached the bed and looked at Scott. Despite having just been fucked by my dad and spending the whole day with a butt plug, Scott still looked hungry for more. He clearly had something in him, some internal, permanent hunger for being fucked and used. He was grinning as I positioned myself between his legs. Somehow, my small dick got hard and I aligned it with his hole and pushed it in. His hole was so loose that my dick barely felt a thing, just the soft warmth of his insides. I wasn’t even sure if this counted as losing my virginity. I thrusted in him for a bit, but neither of us was feeling anything. Still, uncle Chris looked amused as he observed. I pulled out and inserted three fingers into Scott. My three fingers were thicker than my cock, so that time he must’ve felt something because he let out a soft moan. I looked back at uncle Chris and he nodded his head to tell me to continue. I removed the fingers and closed my fist and pushed my entire hand inside. Uncle Chris grinned and Scott closed his eyes in bliss. My fist was probably half the size of dad’s, so I was sure Scott was taking it with no problem. Still, I watched in amazement as his hole opened wide to accommodate my entire hand and my dick twitched. I pulled my fist out, his ass lips stretching around my hand as I pulled it away, his hole contracting back to a small gape once I was out. The whole process fascinated me and I repeated it again and again, observing closely as I moved my fist in and out slowly. After a while, I started moving it faster and faster and I heard uncle Chris moan a soft “fuck yeah”. I looked over at him and he was stroking his semi hard cock, Scott moaning as I fisted him faster and faster until I was full on punching his hole. Scott’s moaning got louder and louder and I was starting to think I was hurting him but uncle Chris told me to keep going, so I did. I could feel Scott’s hole contracting and pushing me out, wanting me to stop, but I continued and he spread his ass cheeks open, moaning louder as I punched and punched and punched. I stopped suddenly and pulled my fist out and Scott’s hole remained wide open for a bit, a deep cave of darkness begging for more. The sight of my 14-year-old, small, soft, cousin with his legs wide open and a hungry boycunt made me beyond horny so I started furiously masturbating and, within seconds, I was shooting my pathetic load into that cave. “Nicely done,” uncle Chris said, patting me on the back. I looked up at him, proud to make him proud, and he took my place in between Scott’s legs. I watched as he fucked his son and he too came quite fast. Afterwards, we got into bed, uncle Chris between us, the stench of sweat and piss and cum filling the room. I fell asleep wondering if I’d ever be as lucky as Scott.

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