The following weekend, the twins put their next plan into motion. Cousin Liam had always been the quiet, sporty one in the family — twenty-two, Mark’s nephew on their late mother’s side, with the same dark hair and green eyes as the twins but a slightly stockier, rugby-player build. He was home from uni for a few days and had no idea what he was walking into when Alex texted him: “Come crash at ours Saturday night. Dad and Uncle Ryan are here, plus our mate Ethan. Proper family get-together.”

Liam arrived mid-afternoon with a six-pack and a gym bag, wearing a fitted polo and shorts that hugged his thick thighs and the promising bulge between them. The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The others were already half-dressed, the air heavy with anticipation.

“Alright, cuz?” Jordan grinned, pulling Liam into a tight hug that lingered just a second too long, letting their bodies press together.

Liam chuckled, then froze when he saw the scene in the living room: Mark and Ryan shirtless on the sofa, Ethan lounging in just his boxers, and the twins already palming each other through their shorts.

“What the fuck is this?” Liam asked, eyes wide but his cock visibly twitching in his shorts.

Alex stepped behind him, hands sliding round his waist. “This is us finally getting what we’ve all wanted for years. You in, Liam? Or are you gonna pretend you haven’t been checking out the twins’ arses since we were teenagers?”
Liam swallowed hard, then let out a shaky laugh. “You lot are mental… but fuck it. I’m in.”

Clothes came off in a rush. Liam’s body was solid — broad chest, thick cock (uncut and heavy, already leaking) and a firm, rounded arse the twins had fantasised about for years. They dropped to their knees together, sharing their cousin’s dick while Mark, Ryan and Ethan watched, stroking themselves.

“Christ, you two are proper slags,” Liam groaned, threading his fingers through their identical hair as they licked and sucked him in tandem, tongues swirling around his shaft and foreskin.

They moved to the bedroom, the big bed now a proper playground for six. Mark bent Liam over the edge first, slicking his thick cock and pushing into his nephew’s tight hole in one slow, deep thrust. Liam moaned loudly, gripping the sheets.

“Uncle Mark… fuck, you’re big,” he gasped.
Ryan slid underneath Liam, feeding his cock into his nephew’s mouth while the twins took turns eating Liam’s arse alongside their dad’s thrusting shaft, tongues flicking over where they joined. Ethan knelt behind Alex, fucking him steadily as Alex licked and sucked his cousin’s balls.

The rotation was relentless and filthy. Jordan fucked Liam next, pounding him hard while Ethan took Liam’s mouth. Then Mark and Ryan double-penetrated their nephew, stretching his hole wide around both thick cocks until Liam was shaking and begging incoherently. The twins lay beneath, licking up every drop of sweat and precum, occasionally pushing their own cocks in alongside for a moment of overwhelming tightness.

Liam came first — hands-free, shooting thick ropes across the sheets while both uncles were buried inside him. The sight triggered a chain reaction. Mark and Ryan unloaded deep in his guts, flooding him until cum squirted out around their cocks with every thrust. Alex and Jordan followed, painting Liam’s chest and face. Ethan finished last, pulling out of Jordan and adding his load to the mess on Liam’s tongue.

They all collapsed in a sweaty, cum-covered pile, bodies tangled. Liam lay in the middle, panting, a dazed, satisfied grin on his face as cum leaked from his wrecked hole.
“Best family reunion ever,” he murmured, voice hoarse. He reached out to squeeze both twins’ cocks. “You two planning on keeping this going all summer?”

Alex kissed his cousin’s cum-smeared lips. “Every weekend you’re free, cuz.”

Jordan nuzzled into Liam’s neck. “And next time we’re thinking of inviting a couple more lads from the rugby club…”

Mark chuckled deeply, pulling everyone closer. “You boys are going to turn this house into a proper fuck den.”

Ryan just groaned in agreement, already hardening again against Liam’s thigh. “And none of us are complaining.”
Liam laughed breathlessly. “Count me in. Fuck… I’m never leaving.”  

The rest of the bank holiday weekend dissolved into a nonstop haze of sweat, cum, and raw fucking.

By Sunday afternoon, the four of them had barely left the twins’ bedroom except to grab more lube, beer, and snacks. The air was thick with the smell of sex. Mark and Ryan lay sprawled on the big bed, naked and glistening, their thick cocks resting heavy against their thighs. Alex and Jordan, still buzzing with energy, crawled between their father and uncle like eager kittens.

“You two have been using our holes all weekend,” Jordan said, running his tongue up Ryan’s spent shaft. “Time to switch things up.”

Alex grinned, already slicking his fingers with lube. “Yeah. We want to fuck our dad and uncle today.”

Mark let out a low, amused groan, but his cock twitched and began to thicken again. “You boys are insatiable.”
Ryan smirked, spreading his legs without hesitation.

“Been a while since anything’s been up there. Go easy on your old uncle… at first.”

The twins didn’t need telling twice. They worked together with practised coordination. Jordan straddled Mark’s chest, feeding his hard cock into his dad’s mouth while Alex pushed Mark’s thick thighs apart and pressed his slicked fingers against his father’s tight hole. Mark moaned around Jordan’s shaft as Alex worked him open, first one finger, then two, then three, curling them against his prostate until Mark’s cock leaked steadily onto his own stomach.

At the same time, Ryan was on all fours beside them. Alex had his face buried between his uncle’s firm cheeks, tongue fucking the older man’s hole while Jordan reached over to stroke Ryan’s heavy balls.

“Fuck… you two really are dirty little sluts,” Ryan growled, pushing back against Alex’s mouth.

When both men were properly prepped and panting, the twins lined up. Alex pressed the head of his cock against Mark’s hole and sank in slowly, savouring the tight heat. Mark’s back arched, a deep guttural sound escaping around Jordan’s dick.

Jordan did the same with Ryan, sliding in balls-deep in one smooth thrust. “God, Uncle Ryan… your arse feels incredible.”

They started fucking their father and uncle in perfect sync, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Alex and Jordan leaned over the older men, kissing each other deeply while they pounded away. Mark and Ryan groaned and cursed, pushing back to meet every thrust.

“Harder, son,” Mark rasped, pulling off Jordan’s cock for a second. “Fuck your dad properly.”

Ryan was even filthier. “Come on, boys. Wreck your uncle’s hole. Fill me up.”

The twins obliged, slamming in deep and fast. Alex reached around to stroke his dad’s throbbing cock in time with his thrusts, while Jordan did the same for Ryan. The older men came first — Mark shooting thick ropes across his own chest with a muffled shout, Ryan bellowing as his load splattered the sheets beneath him.

Alex and Jordan didn’t pull out. They kept fucking through the spasms until they both unloaded, pumping their hot cum deep into their father and uncle. When they finally withdrew, creamy seed leaked from both well-fucked holes. The twins immediately dropped down to lick and slurp it up, sharing messy, cum-soaked kisses with each other and then with Mark and Ryan.

That night they all showered together, bodies pressed tight under the hot spray, hands roaming, cocks half-hard again. As they dried off, Alex looked at Jordan with that familiar wicked glint.

“So… what do you reckon about inviting Cousin Liam next time he’s in town?”

Jordan laughed softly, reaching down to squeeze his brother’s cock. “One step at a time, bro. But fuck… the family reunions are about to get a lot more interesting.”
Mark pulled both boys against his chest, Ryan pressing in from behind. “You two are going to kill us all before the end of summer.”

Alex kissed his dad’s neck, then looked up with a sweet, filthy smile. “Worth it, though. Right, Dad?”

Mark’s only answer was a deep, resigned groan as four hands began stroking him hard again.

All characters in this story are 18+

It was five minutes to five on a Saturday when I walked in, rushing, list in hand, because a list was the closest thing I had to somewhere to be. The place had that end-of-day feel to it, lights still on but everything mentally shut down, the air stale, shelves half-faced, like the whole building had been about to exhale before I walked in.

The list felt ridiculous. Weather stripping, wood glue, a specific set of galvanized bolts I’d convinced myself I needed but might not actually ever use.

The name on the badge said Jeremy. He only looked up once, enough for me to know he wished I’d fuck off. I got the impression he was just doing this until his big break in Hollywood showed up. Anyone with those kind of looks would have to end up on your television or get a drug habit trying.

I heard him counting coins, slow and methodical, each one clicking against the counter like it was eating into what little time I had left. He glanced up once, his mouth tightening slightly, not even trying to hide it.

“We’re closing in four minutes,” he said, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like judgment.

“I know. I’ll be real quick.”

The pressure settled in properly then. I had a dozen items and less than four minutes to find them. I walked past the superglue, stepped back, and crouched down. There were eleven different types, because of course there were.

I grabbed the nearest one and kept moving. I heard him come around the counter.

“Can I help you with something?”

His voice caught me off guard in a way I wasn’t expecting. I turned, already aware I’d only managed to find one thing and that he’d clocked it.

I held the list out. He took it, and his fingers brushed mine. For a second I felt it properly, rough, warm, and something faint there, clean sweat and metal, gone before I could place it properly.

His eyes landed on me for just an extra second. Then he turned and walked away from me.

He was in khaki shorts and a work shirt that had given up pretending to fit him properly. One of those blue ones, half open, darkened through with sweat, clinging in places and hanging loose in others.

When he moved I caught the line of his chest under it, thick with light hair, the fabric shifting just enough to show it before it settled again.

He hadn’t shaved in a few days. It should have made him look rougher than he already did, but it didn’t. It suited him. Made his mouth stand out more when he spoke.

And then he glanced up again, properly this time, and his eyes caught the light. Blue, not soft or pale, but deep enough that I locked on. It was like looking into water you don’t quite know the depth of.

He dropped his gaze back to the list like nothing had happened, while I stood there holding nothing, trying to remember what I’d come in for.

He stared at the list as he walked away. “What is it you’re building, exactly?”

The way he said it was flat. He even glanced at the door as he walked around into the next aisle.

“Oh, um… it’s not one thing. Just a few different jobs.”

He didn’t look convinced. His eyes moved down the page, slower now, like he was trying to make sense of it and failing.

“Right,” he said. “So we’ve got weather stripping… wood glue… galvanized bolts… tile spacers… two different types of screws that don’t match anything else on here…”

His eyes lifted from the list and settled on me.

“…and superglue. Is that in case the screws don’t fit?”

I shifted slightly under the weight of his stare.

“It’s just bits I need,” I said. “Things that came up, and I’ve found one.”

He let out a quiet breath through his nose, not quite a laugh, not quite irritation.

“So this isn’t a job,” he said, finally looking at me properly. “This is just your weekly collection of problems.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it again.

“And you decided,” he went on, tapping the list once with his finger, “that five minutes before closing on a Saturday was the perfect time to start dealing with all of them.”

There it was.

I gave a small shrug, already knowing I had no defense that didn’t make it worse.

“When you say it like that…”

He held my gaze for a second, then one corner of his mouth shifted, just slightly.

“I’m just being an ass. It’s been a long day.”

I swallowed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t really clock the time.”

He picked up an item, returned to my aisle and handed me the list like it was starting to burn his fingers, then the small item he’d just found for me, before he walked off.

“That accent, Irish?” he asked, already halfway to the next aisle.

I watched him, unsure what was going on.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to win him over with something, anything. “Good guess.”

“Not really. Pretty strong accent. You’ve been here, what… a year or two?”

I huffed a little. “Four.”

He reached over the aisle and handed me a package. “There are three to choose from. You didn’t drive up in a car that justifies offering you the other two.”

I let out a short, surprised laugh before I could stop it. So not a wanna-be movie star, just a smartarse.

A few moments later he dropped out of sight, muttering something I didn’t catch. He sprang back up and passed me another package. Tile spacers. I took it and moved to the counter, grabbing a small basket on the way.

I headed down the next aisle where he’d crouched again, scanning the lower shelves. He turned and threw something toward me without warning.

A cable. Black, thick, wrapped tight in plastic and cardboard. It hit my hands with more weight than I expected. As I walked past him I noticed the other options still hanging there. He’d given me the cheapest one.

Then he grabbed a hose from the garden section. “How long?”

I stared at it, then back at him. “Not sure. Standard garden, I guess.”

He stepped in close enough that I felt it, the space narrowing without quite touching, and I caught it properly then, sweat, sun, cut wood and dust clinging to him. He pushed the hose into my chest.

“You still need half this list,” he said. “You’re not finding it on your own in three minutes.”

I exhaled. “Yeah, please.”

He held something out to me. I hesitated for half a second, then stepped closer and took it from his hand.

“Honestly,” I said, a bit too quick, not quite meeting his eyes, “I’ll just take whatever you give me.”

He froze for a moment, hand still mid-air, something in his expression shifting before he caught it. Then he turned, grinning again, but there was something different in it now, something that lingered.

“You sure about that?” he said.

I frowned slightly. “About what?”

He stepped in and squeezed past me, his ass brushing against my crotch on the way through. I moved back, even as he excused himself. But it had been intentional, I was sure of that. Again, the smell of him hit properly, sweat, warm skin, something faintly sharp like metal and sawdust, and it lingered after he walked away.

I opened my mouth to say something, to call him out on it, but as he bent over a few steps away from me, it hit me before I could even finish the thought.

My cock had gone hard.

I quickly swiveled away and adjusted myself, then scratched my head.

I’m not into guys.

I’m not.

He came past me with another item. “One more, but it’s out back. That one does have options.”

As he sped off, I turned to follow him as he moved around the counter and went through a wide doorway.

I hesitated for half a second, then followed him.

He jumped up on a ladder and reached up, there were boxes there that he rummaged through. He picked through two of them, then found what he wanted. He smiled, threw two items at me. They were so light they almost floated down.

The wall plugs were in slim, light packaging.

I grabbed them both, and thanked him.

He leaned back on the ladder, grinning, folding his arms like he’d achieved something and was taking a second to enjoy it.

“What?” I asked, taking a step closer.

He dropped down the two steps, still watching me, that grin not going anywhere.

“You… uh… you always get like that, or…?”

His eyes dipped down. All the way down.

I shifted back, realizing I was still hard, moving the packages he’d thrown in front of my shorts.

“Sorry, no. It’s just… erm… yeah… I probably…” I turned, ready to flee.

“It’s okay… honestly. I don’t mind. We’re… we’re alone here. Nobody else’s seen it.”

I stopped, turned and watched him. Adrenaline hit hard, my pulse loud in my ears, down into my feet. Something in my shorts wasn’t arguing.

He walked right up, stood within inches of my face.

I tried to swallow, but couldn’t. I felt his breath on my face. He swallowed too, I could see sweat beads on his forehead. Our eyes locked. Somehow watching him struggle made me feel a little better. He wasn’t as confident as I thought.

“I… I’ve… I mean… it’s been a long time with…” he could tell that I had no idea what I wanted to say.

He nodded, grinning again. “It’s been a while for me. And you… well, you look like… you know…” he shook his head. “...sorry. Bit nervous. But you…”

And then his hand reached out and lightly brushed my cock. I almost ran, but the way he brushed it, and the way his eyes watched me, made me pause. Instead of turning away from him, I turned to face him.

I couldn’t move. Or maybe I didn’t want to.

He faced me. “I’m not that experienced… but you’re cute… yeah… the accent… I like that.”

I nodded. “Yeah, you probably already know you are,” I said, then wished I hadn’t. I screwed my eyes shut for a second.

He laughed, and stepped in. “What would happen if I did this?”

I watched his lips move closer to mine, before they reached me, his hand pressed into my bulge.

When his hand turned, his palm cupping my cock, squeezing it, his lips were already on mine.

>I swallowed, still trying to catch up. I pulled my lips away and looked around quickly, checking for cameras.

“We’re alone, and no cameras here. Only outside,” he said, his other hand moving up to my shoulder to hold me in place. It was like he sensed I was still on the verge of flight. His grip on my shoulder steadied me more than anything I’d said or thought.

“That feel good?” he said, his breath on my lips. His eyes were intense, that deep blue just diving deep into me, making it practically impossible to function.

“I guess,” I said, leaving my hands hanging by my sides.

Both his hands came together. I felt him fumbling with my button, then my zipper. He undid me, his hands cupping me through the fabric as my shorts dropped to the floor with a thud. I hoped my phone had survived that fall as I swallowed.

I noticed the scar above one eyebrow raise up when his eyebrow did, while he studied me.

“Are you married? Partnered?” he asked me, as one hand pulled my boxer shorts away from me and the other dove in.

His hand was warm as it slid around my shaft. I closed my eyes and sucked in breath.

“Um… no. Single. And you?”

He smiled, then spoke while nodding. “Recently single. She wasn’t worth it.”

I smiled. “Many of them aren’t.”

“You seem worth it though,” he said, then grinned.

I laughed. He leaned in again and this time I let him kiss me.

His lips were warm, I felt the jolt of his touch all the way down my body and in my chest. Especially when his hand gripped me and slowly jerked me.

I sucked in breath.

“Good, huh?”

I nodded.

“Don’t mind if you touch mine too,” he said, dipping his eyes down for a moment, before turning back to me and kissing me.

I was curious what his was like, so I reached out and touched it. His shorts really were too tight. I was able to tell it was quite thick, and a decent size. Both hands reached out as his tongue gently pushed into my mouth and met with mine.

The kiss was slow at first, then not as I unbuttoned, unzipped him and explored what was under those shorts.

It throbbed in my hand. And it was hot to the touch.

I felt myself being walked backward, then the shelves pushed into my back. The cold steel pressing into my butt as Jeremy pushed his body into me.

The kissing deepened, his body pressing into mine, his cock pushing against me, the friction blurring the line between us.

>I hadn’t kissed a guy before. The scrape of his stubble against my face threw me for a second.

>He dropped to his knees, looking up at me once. Made my back tighten before I could stop it.

>I watched him grip my shaft, study it, then look back up at me as his tongue ran over the head.

I threw my head back and hit the shelving. I heard him laugh. I was too embarrassed to laugh, so I just looked down.

I held my breath as his mouth opened and took me in, slow at first, then deeper. I sucked in breath, grabbed the shelf on either side of me to steady myself. The heat of his mouth hit hard, almost too much.

“Jesus!” I whispered, as if anyone was around to hear us.

He sucked me as I stood. I tried to regulate my breath, but his mouth swallowed all of it. I couldn’t hold onto a single thought.

Jeremy’s hands moved behind me, gripping my ass, then down my legs, dragging through the hair there.

Jeremy sucked me, bringing me close, then easing off before I tipped, like he knew exactly where I was. His mouth left me just long enough to keep me there before taking me back in again.
He stood suddenly, wiping his mouth, a wide grin already there.

“Gonna try mine?”

I stared for a moment. “Never actually done it.”

“Just… whatever feels right,” he said, quieter than before.

I wanted to laugh. I wasn’t even sure I could do it.

As if to give me encouragement, he leaned in and kissed me, then stood back, with that ever-present grin.

I looked around, though I’m not sure why as I knew we were alone.

I crouched, looking at it properly. It was cut. I hadn’t expected that. And it was thicker than mine.

I closed my eyes and put it in my mouth. His hands reached behind my head and he gently, but forcefully pulled me onto his cock. I began to laugh, which made my mouth widen and then his cock slipped all the way in.

I spat it out and leaned against the shelving unit and stared up.

He grinned. “Sorry, just being an ass!”

I nodded. “Doing a great job!”

But I took it in my hand and gave it another shot. This time, he didn’t pressure me. I took it slow and let the thickness of it slide along my tongue. It didn’t feel as weird as I thought. In fact I liked the softness of his skin and the firmness of his cock as it slid into my throat.

I tried to suck it as he had done mine, slowly using my hand to tighten around the shaft while he helped build momentum and fuck my mouth.

“Oh, man that’s good!” he said, his hands tightening at my head.

I kept going.

“You’ll make me nut!”

I spat it out and shot up, almost losing my balance.

He reached around me and put his hands behind my head, then kissed me while he began to jerk off.

We kissed, while we jerked ourselves off. I kept looking down and watching how both of us tugged. Then his tongue would lick my lips and we would kiss again.

>He kissed like he meant it.

“We gonna shoot here?” I asked him, realizing I was really close.

“U-huh,” he said, his face reddening and his jaw tightening.

I loved the smell of him as my load began to build. Seconds later, I gripped him with one arm while I jerked and watched as he erupted.

His shot up across the back room, even onto the shelves. Thick streaks of cum splashed onto the metal shelves, then dripped.

Mine didn’t squirt as much, but still hit his leg, and across the concrete floor.

“Fuck!” he said, huffing as the last of his dripped onto the floor.

I threw my head back as I finished, exhaling and releasing. I felt all the weight of me suddenly hit and I wanted to sit down.

He laughed. “You know how long I’ve fantasized having someone come out the back here while I’ve been working?”

I felt myself grin. “A long time, I bet.”

He nodded, his grin widening. “That was hot. You come in this late again, I won’t complain.”

We both laughed.

“Thanks, I might. I haven’t done much with guys, have you?”

He nodded, then shook his head. “Well, it’s been a long time, but yeah, I did a few years back. Out of a relationship so feeling some experimentation coming on.”

I nodded as I pulled my shorts up, watching him do the same. It wasn’t even awkward. I had expected that post-nut weirdness, but it didn’t come.

He adjusted himself, then looked around at the mess. “Suppose I better clean that up before I get out of here.”

“Let me help you. It’s half my mess, after all,” I said.

He turned to me. “You’re really hot. I’d be happy if you hung around and talked to me a bit while I cleaned up.”

When he leaned in and put his lips to mine, I didn’t even flinch.

“What’s your name?” he asked me.

“Sean,” I said. “Assume you’re Jeremy.”

He turned and stared, then shook his head. “Nope, that’s my colleague. I’m Ash.”

“Oh. I just assumed…” I began.

He waved it away, then walked off to get some cleaning products.

We chatted for a few minutes as he cleaned up. I tried to help, but the man formerly known as Jeremy shook his head and cleaned up. It didn’t take him long.

“So, what’s your plans tonight? Lots of home renovations?” Ash asked me.

I smiled. “You’re a cheeky one, aren’t ya?”

Ash cleaned up, then led us out to the front and to the counter.

I moved around the counter, and got my wallet out and watched Ash ring up my items.

“So, got much on tonight?”

I stared and wondered why he’d asked me again.

“No, not really. I just moved here from Texas. New job, new house, gotta make new friends. Probably will do some renovations. What about you?”

He totaled the items, and took my card. “No plans. I was wondering if you want to get a beer later. Maybe even explore some more.”

My heart kicked. We’d barely known each other thirty minutes. I felt the request and I nodded.

“Yeah, fuck it. Why not?”

I paid, walked out, and sat in my car for a minute with the engine off.

I wasn’t into guys.

I stared at my phone.

Then I texted him.

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The summer after their second year at university, identical twins Alex and Jordan returned home to their dad’s quiet suburban house. At twenty, the boys were lean and athletic, with the same tousled dark hair, sharp jawlines, and mischievous green eyes. They had shared everything since birth - clothes, secrets, and, for the past two years, each other’s bodies in the privacy of their dorm room. But their deepest, most forbidden fantasy had always centred on the man who had raised them alone: their father, Mark.

Mark was forty-four, still powerfully built from years of manual labour and weekend gym sessions. Broad shoulders, thick arms, and a dusting of salt-and-pepper hair across his chest that disappeared enticingly beneath the waistband of his loose shorts. The twins had spent countless nights whispering about him, how his cock looked when he walked around the house in just a towel, the low rumble of his voice, the way his strong hands gripped a beer bottle. They wanted him. Badly.

One humid evening, after Mark had gone to bed, Alex and Jordan sat cross-legged on Alex’s bed, both in nothing but boxer briefs, their identical cocks already half-hard from the conversation.

“We’ve waited long enough,” Jordan murmured, stroking his brother’s thigh. “Dad’s been single for years. He jerks off in the shower every morning - I’ve heard him. We just need to push him over the edge.”

Alex grinned, leaning in to kiss his twin deeply, tongues sliding together. “Tomorrow night. We’ll get him drunk on those strong IPAs he likes, then ‘accidentally’ leave our bedroom door open while we fuck. Let him watch. Once he sees how much we want it… he won’t be able to resist.”

The plan was simple, and it worked almost too well.

The next evening the three of them sat in the living room, the air thick with the scent of pizza and cold beer. Mark laughed easily, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol, his big frame relaxed on the sofa in a worn grey T-shirt and shorts. The twins kept refilling his glass, brushing against him as they moved, letting their hands linger.

Around midnight, Mark stood up, swaying slightly. “Fuck, I’m knackered. Night, boys.”

“Night, Dad,” they chorused, eyes gleaming.

Ten minutes later, their bedroom door was wide open. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the twins as they stripped each other slowly, kissing, groping. Jordan dropped to his knees and took Alex’s stiff cock into his mouth, sucking noisily, moaning around the thick shaft. Alex gripped his brother’s hair, thrusting gently, eyes fixed on the dark hallway.

They didn’t have to wait long.

Mark appeared in the doorway, frozen, one hand still on the frame. His shorts tented obscenely. “What the… fuck are you two doing?”

Jordan pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, lips shiny. “We know you’ve been watching us, Dad. We’ve seen the way you look at us.” He stood, both twins turning to face their father, their identical erections pointing straight at him.

Mark’s breathing grew ragged. “This is wrong. You’re my sons…”

“We’re adults,” Alex said softly, stepping closer. “And we want you. Both of us. Let us make you feel good.”

For a long second, Mark just stared. Then, with a low groan of surrender, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The twins moved like predators. They peeled Mark’s T-shirt off, mouths latching onto his nipples, hands roaming over his muscled chest and stomach. Jordan dropped to his knees again, tugging his dad’s shorts and boxers down in one motion.

Mark’s cock sprang free, thick, veined, and rock-hard, the head already leaking. It was bigger than either twin’s, and they moaned in unison at the sight.

“Fuck, Dad… you’re huge,” Alex whispered, wrapping his fingers around the base. He leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside while Jordan sucked one heavy ball into his mouth.

Mark’s head fell back. “Jesus Christ…”

They worshipped him together, licking, sucking, taking turns deep-throating him until spit ran down their chins and Mark’s thighs trembled. Then they led him to the bed.

Alex lay on his back, legs spread. Jordan slicked his brother’s hole with lube and guided Mark’s cock to the tight entrance. “Fuck him, Dad. He’s been dreaming about this.”

Mark pushed in slowly, groaning at the impossible heat and tightness. Alex cried out in pleasure, pulling his dad down into a fierce kiss while Jordan knelt beside them, stroking himself and feeding his cock into Alex’s mouth. The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh and desperate moans.

Soon they switched. Jordan bent over the edge of the bed, ass up, while Mark pounded into him from behind, hard and deep. Alex knelt beneath them, licking where they joined, tasting his brother and father together. Mark’s big hands gripped Jordan’s hips, pulling him back onto every thrust.

“I’m gonna come,” Mark growled, voice wrecked.
“Come inside me, Dad,” Jordan begged. “Fill your son up.”
With a guttural roar, Mark buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing hot and thick inside Jordan’s clenching hole.

Alex quickly pushed his face in, licking up the creamy load that leaked out.

Then the twins pushed their father onto his back and took turns riding him until they both came - Alex painting his dad’s chest, Jordan shooting across his abs.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, cum-stained tangle, Mark’s strong arms around both boys.

“Fuck… what have we done?” he murmured, but there was no regret in his voice, only exhausted satisfaction.
Alex kissed his father’s jaw. “We’ve only just started, Dad.”

Jordan smiled against Mark’s chest. “Summer’s long. And we’re very, very patient.”

Mark’s cock twitched again between them, already stirring for round two.

Part two very soon…

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

I was trying to find something in my stepbrothers room, but when I was looking around I heard someone coming up the stairs, it was without a doubt my stepbrother. I couldn’t run out of the room now, back to my own, because he would 100% see me. So in my panic I quickly hid underneath the desk, with the bureau chair in front of me. Just in time, because just when I put the chair back in place, the door flung open and I immediately put my hands on the floor, while I sat with my back to the wall behind me, hoping he would not see me.

Only to my horror, he pulled the chair back, but to my surprise instead of looking under the bureau and pulling me from under there. He sat on the chair and rolled back forward, locking me in place. While my heart was racing with the chance of getting caught snooping in his room, I was also kind of excited, because I was now on eye level with his package. I saw it before, I’m not going to lie, he was a super attractive man and I definitely tried to check him out, but he hid it pretty well. But now I had a full view of his business and he was packing.

Well I was looking at his crotch, I also noticed something in front of it. I was a weird clear tube, stuck to the underside of the desk. Even with a plastic bottle strapped above to have it at a very specific height. There was not that much room under the desk, so the tube was pretty much in my face, with the end of the tube almost touching my mouth. While my brother above me started his computer, I got curious and touched the tube, which to my surprise squinched and a bit of thick sticky fluid run out of both sides of the tube. And suddenly it clicked, some silicone clear tube, on the exact level of his crotch, stuck to the desk, it was a fleshlight!

Just after my realization my stepbrother pushed away from the desk and stood up. This was it I thought, he would see me, with his fleshlight and would probably freak out and never accept me again in his local vicinity. But instead, he pushed down his pants and underwear in one go, sat back down and scooted forward again. He was already semi-hard and leaking pre. Then I heard some squirting sound above me and saw his hand coming down. It was wet and then he was stroking his dick. He was about to jerk of, and he didn’t know he did it right in front of me!

While he was steadily jerking, I heard some moaning above me, definitely him watching porn. While I just said there, in both disbelieve and excitement. My own dick was also getting hard now, leaking in my pants, while I was watching the biggest dick I have ever seen be jerked in front of me. Then suddenly he stopped and stood up from his chair, almost squatting. He grabbed is dick and put it into the toy in front of me. I saw the toy stretch trying to contain his dick inside. Then I heard him moan above me and my dick sprung hardening in my pants, while I was trying to stay quiet.

He led his dick go and thrust forward, going about halfway in the toy. Some of the sticky fluid that was still inside the toy flew out hitting my mouth, chin and neck. It was probably his cum from earlier today. The smell of hit me immediately, getting me in some sort of trans, while all I could do was watch him fuck the toy in front of me. There wasn’t enough space to pleasure myself, I was there only to watch.

Suddenly he put more effort in his thrusts and got further in the toy. His head almost got out of the toy, right in front of me. I felt dirty for seeing this, for being covered in his old cum, but I couldn’t do anything. I was incredibly horny and needed him right now. Then it happened, he thrust even further in the toy now, so much so that his dickhead pushed out of the end of the fleshlight. In a quick response I opened my mouth, not wanting for him to discover I was there. The empty space in my mouth immediately got filled. I quickly pulled my teeth away and put my lips to the end of the fleshlight, making me one with the toy. Hoping he was so much in the zone, he wouldn’t notice the temperature difference around his cock head.

Some of his pre dripped on my mouth, together with a mix of pre, lube and old cum out of the toy. It tasted weird at first, but I very quickly got used to the flavor and enjoyed being his toy to use. He picked up his pace and while not much of his dick got in my mouth, I was enjoying the feeling around my lips as he was pleasuring himself with his toy and my lips.

Then I heard him moan harder and he went even faster. He was probably about to cum and I was ready to receive his load. That’s when it happened, his first spurt of cum landed in my mouth and another and another. I was trying to swallow it all down, not wasting a single drop, but it didn’t stop. It was gradually getting weaker as I heard him panting above me. When it finally stopped, I got all 8 spurts of his load down my throat, a bit poring down my lips and chin. He stayed for a little, where after he pulled out to sit back down on his chair. I saw his hand coming back down again, holding a tissue to clean up his dick. When he stood again, pulled up his underwear and pants and sat back on his chair. Hearing him put a game on above me.

I still sat there, the back of my head now to the wall, some of the sticky mixture still dripping out of the toy on me. My stomach full of his cum, my mouth sticky and enjoying his flavor still on my lips, but I was still horny. I haven’t cum jet, I was close and I had a big dark wet spot in my pants now, but I hadn’t cum jet. Then I heard my stepbrother put his game on pause and walking out of the room, not looking back at his desk with his messy, cum covered stepbrother underneath. When he walked out, I heard him going into the bathroom and locked the door. This was my time!

I quickly scooted from underneath his desk, stood up and sprinted to the door, after looking around to see if the coast was clear I quietly sprinted to my room and closed it behind me. I grabbed a tissue from my nightstand and sat on my bed, and within 4 strokes, my biggest load ever shot out. Where after I lost balance and fell backwards on my bed. Lying there looking at the ceiling, still covered in his cum, smelling like him and still tasting him. This was not what I had planned, but I will definitely plan another visit like this in the near future.

~ Hope you enjoyed the story. English is not my first language and I have dyslexia, so I hope the spelling and grammar was not too bad. This was my first story, so please let me know what you thought of it!

All Characters are 18+
The Foreman

The heat had been building since seven. By ten the sixth floor smelled of wet concrete and the sound of someone cutting rebar two levels below.

I took the stairs because the elevator was dead again.

Six flights through a raw concrete shell with temporary lighting hanging crooked from extension cables. By the third-floor landing my shirt was sticking between my shoulder blades.

I arrived, slightly out of breath to find Vance stood over the blueprints with two bricks pinning the corners against the breeze coming through the open side of the building.

He looked the way he always did, dark blond hair shoved back badly with one hand at some point that morning, shorter at the sides, messy on top again already. A few days without shaving had left rough blond shadows along his jaw and around his mouth that somehow suited him in the heat, making him look rougher, more solid.

I’d worked with him for months through site visits, delays, safety meetings and coffee from paper cups strong enough to strip paint. None of this was new.

So I couldn’t explain why, standing there sweating through my shirt while his radio crackled against his shoulder, I suddenly noticed the shape of his mouth when he concentrated. Or the slight tilt at the end of his nose like it had been broken years ago and never properly fixed.

Or why watching him drag his thumb absently across his bottom lip, clearing away concrete dust, made something shift low in my stomach hard enough to unsettle me.

Worn work boots. Navy site trousers hanging low on his hips. Black t-shirt darkened with sweat beneath an open hi-vis vest, dust caught in the dark hair along his forearms and the old scars across his hands.

He barely looked up when I walked over.

“Hey, Glenn,” he said, the words coming rough, like he hadn’t used his voice much yet that morning.

“Hey, Vance. How’s it going? Winning? Making lots of friends?”

That got a faint smile out of him, gone almost immediately.

I leaned across the plans to grab the pen and my hand landed over his by accident. His hand flexed once beneath mine and something low in my stomach tightened hard enough to knock the breath out of me. I felt him pause too, just for a second, the air between us suddenly charged in a way I couldn’t explain.

But neither of us pulled away.

Somewhere below us rebar screamed against a cutting wheel while wind moved through the unfinished frame of the building, radios crackling every few seconds from different floors, but at the table it felt like everything had stalled around the simple fact of his hand beneath mine.

Vance cleared his throat once and looked back down at the plans, though his attention didn’t seem fully on them anymore.

“Contractors on the west side have gone off spec again,” he said slowly, like he was forcing the words out in the right order. “Steel placement’s out by at least…”

He stopped.

For the first time since I’d known him, Vance looked uncertain.

It wasn’t Vance being uncharacteristically nervous, it was more like he was confused. His eyes flicked downward briefly before returning to mine and a knot tightened in my chest.

I followed the movement without thinking.

The outline beneath his site trousers was impossible to miss now. A bulge that moments earlier wasn’t even noticeable. For a second my brain tried explaining it away. Heat, bad angle perhaps, or just the fabric bunching.

That was not it. There was nothing ambiguous about it.

The realisation hit me so fast I nearly stepped back from the table.

Vance had a hard-on.

My pulse kicked once, heavy enough that I suddenly became aware of my own body, the pressure trapped uncomfortably behind my fly after weeks of stress, heat and absolutely nothing remotely like this ever happening before.

Fuck.

I shifted instinctively, subtle enough that I thought I’d hidden it, angling away from him and pulling the jeans material away from my trapped boner, but Vance’s eyes dropped immediately.

Straight to my crotch.

The radio clipped to his shoulder crackled again with somebody asking about concrete delivery on level three.

Vance adjusted himself once through the fabric of his trousers, turning slightly, like I had done, trying to hide it, then turning to throw me a look that said he regretted even needing to do it.

His eyes went from my eyes down to my bulge, then back up again.

He swallowed. I could almost hear it.

We stood there staring at each other across the blueprints while the entire building carried on around us, both of us trying to understand the same impossible thing at the same time.

Vance opened his mouth like he was about to continue talking about the plans, but nothing came out.

His jaw worked once. The tip of his tongue dragged briefly across his dry lower lip before disappearing again.

Then he turned away abruptly, one hand bracing against the edge of the table.

The movement pulled the fabric of his t-shirt tight across his back and for the first time I noticed the shape of him properly beneath the site clothes, the hard line of muscle through his waist and ass from years of hauling materials up unfinished staircases.

Jesus Christ.

He turned back toward me too quickly and caught me looking.

The longer we went without speaking, the more awkward it became.

His eyes dropped again before he could stop them, straight to the front of my jeans this time, and I felt heat climb hard into my face.

I cleared my throat.

“Vance…”

But he looked wrecked suddenly. Sweat running from his temples now despite the breeze moving through the floor, chest rising deeper beneath the darkened t-shirt. 

“Glenn, I…” He stopped and dragged a hand over the back of his neck. “Fuck, man. I don’t know what…”

I stepped closer before my brain caught up with me, following some kind of instinct that I rarely listened to.

I honestly don’t think I meant to touch him.

Maybe I only meant to shove him jokingly, maybe break the tension somehow, make this normal again.

But my hand closed over him through the fabric of his trousers instead.

Vance jerked sideways sharply, swearing under his breath, but not before I felt the full hard thickness of his cock in my hand.

The shock of it went through both of us. I yanked my hand back like it had been burned.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, breathing hard now. “This fucking heat’s making us crazy.”

My mouth had gone completely dry.

I stepped back immediately, pulse hammering, every instinct in my body suddenly screaming at me to move before I did something worse.

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Yeah…I need water or something.”

Then I turned and headed fast toward the portable site bathrooms before he could see how badly my hands were shaking.

Inside the portable unit the air was surprisingly cooler, though trapped and stale beneath the plastic roof. I planted both hands against the wall above the urinal and tried breathing through whatever the hell had just happened.

This was insane.

It was also stupid dangerous and made no sense.

I unzipped mechanically, more to relieve pressure than anything else, staring at the scratched plastic wall in front of me while my heartbeat refused to settle, letting my cock lean out, no longer constrained. I figured once I regained composure, I’d pee and get on with my day. Maybe even laugh it off later.

Then the door opened behind me.

Heavy boots stepped onto the floor beside mine.

I looked sideways.

Dropping my pants feels pointless when I barely wear pants anyway, so instead I’ve dropped subscription prices.

Real talk: I’m struggling right now. The last year has absolutely kicked my ass financially, and while I hate doing the whole “please subscribe” thing, I also like eating and paying bills.

On top of the price drop, yearly subscriptions are 10% off for the next 48 hours only.

Also, locking the rest of the Vance bathroom scene behind the paywall might be the most evil thing I’ve done this month, but hey, even villains have rent to pay.

Share my stories with someone. A subscription to my stories is basically the modern version of buying someone a drink and seeing where it goes. 

Some people say that right after they subscribed to Fox Emerson, Pedro Pascal crawled into bed with them, slightly sweaty, completely naked. He’d just come off a set and hadn’t nutted in like, weeks.

Allegedly. I believe everything people say on the internet.

Vance stood there staring straight ahead, jaw tight, already reaching for his zipper.

Not only were my knees shaking, but the zipper in my jeans shook from the way my hands did. I steadied them, staring ahead.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him look over, then quickly look ahead, then down at his own.

When I looked down, I realized my cock was rock-hard, pushing out. There was nowhere to hide. Even while my brain screamed for me to do something, my legs simply wouldn’t budge.

Slow movement to my left, and my eyes went there. 

Vance’s cock, just as hard as mine leaning out of the zipper, catching some fresh air. The tip was wet. A tiny bit dripped off the tip and down to the urinal.

I swallowed, the sound almost echoing in that small space.

Beyond the temporary bathroom the entire floor was quiet, though beyond that, on other floors, we could hear everything.

Vance’s eyes darted my way again, staring at my cock. This time I looked across, then up and our eyes locked for a second, before shifting forward, as if none of it happened.

Then Vance’s hand moved slightly, jerking off really slowly, pulling his underpants down just a bit so his balls hung out. They were bushy, the fine blond hairs matching the trail disappearing beneath his navel. I watched his hand slowly move from the balls to the tip, then back again, while another drip fell down to the urinal trough.

My hand moved too without orders, slowly giving me relief.

Vance turned to me, no longer pretending now. Or having resigned to his body’s decision, like a prisoner being dragged along. I noticed the way he closed them, then exhaled, and then studied my cock. 

I turned to him, locking my knees in case they finally gave in and buckled. He turned to me, both facing each other, our cocks out like we were comparing them. Then, his hand moved across slowly. His fingers touched the tip, the wet bit there that had just started leaking, and then his fingers closed around the head, and moved to the shaft, and I closed my eyes and gasped.

His hands were ridiculously warm, hot even, gently but firmly squeezing around my shaft like they knew what they were doing.

I half-stepped forward, reached out and reciprocated, touching the tip, and using that as lube to slide my hand down, along his shaft, going straight to feel those hairy balls, and cup them. I heard him inhale louder this time, then his face turned to me, those blue eyes staring, searching for answers I knew he wouldn’t find in mine.

When Vance stepped closer, I wasn’t surprised, moving so the tips of our cocks touched. His precum on my precum, his hand opening to grab both our cocks, slowly jerking us both, inhaling as though this is what we had needed all along.

A flicker crossed his lips, pleasure maybe, or something softer. His eyes told me everything, watching me, then studying the shape of me, just as fit as him, then back to my cock, a longing in his eyes that I did understand, but appeared misplaced on Vance.

Still, misplaced or not, he bent then so he could study my cock, turning once to the door as if realizing we could be caught, but we both could hear the workers on other floors. Vance exhaled as he studied my cock, jerked it slightly, watching more precum drip. I could feel it throb in his hand, begging him to get even closer.

And then he did.

I knew Vance well enough to know he was as surprised as I was when his mouth opened, and he licked the tip of my cock.

I threw my head back, the heat of his lips, and his breath, sending pulses all over my body. I sucked in breath, stopping my hands from reaching around his head and forcing him to just take it all in.

He jerked me off slowly, licking the tip, watching it with an intensity that made my stomach tighten again, his mouth opening slightly more, and his tongue exploring the head of it.

I wanted to beg him to suck it, to go further. To push myself forward.

I slowly moved my hips forward, forcing my cock into his mouth.

Vance didn’t step back, or recoil. He closed his eyes, held his breath and let it slide in.

When his mouth closed, tightened around my cock, I felt it throb, probably flooding his mouth with my precum. The heat of his mouth, the way his tongue explored under my shaft, licked around the head, and the way it tightened. Nothing about the way he used his mouth felt uncertain.

My hands finally reached out behind his head, gently behind that tousled blonde mass and pulled him all the way in.

He gagged briefly, but recovered quickly, the sound echoing in the small bathroom around us while his eyes opened, looking up at me, watching me as my cock pushed past his tonsils.

Hot hands surrounded my balls, while his hot mouth swallowed me to the base, his nose buried into my bush, holding it there while I grabbed the back of his head like I didn’t know if I needed to pull him off or push him further.

While Vance sucked me, I kept an eye on the door, and sounds beyond it, occasionally closing my eyes from the intensity of it, and reopening them to watch him devour all of it. Every time I got close, he seemed to sense it, then slow down, licking the tip, stroking my shaft down to my balls, and slowly bringing his mouth back and swallowing it all over again.

My hands grabbed his ears and pulled him deep, then pushed him out, then the back of his head, forcing his throat to take that extra bit, before hearing him struggle and move off it.

I was too close, I quickly pushed the sides of his face together and pulled up. He came up, misreading my intention, leaning forward to kiss me. I was too stunned to stop him, and about to yank back away from him, but then his lips opened and his tongue slipped straight into my mouth, and my cock throbbed.

Vance was extremely handsome, and somewhat of a mystery to me. To see this side of him was both confronting and a shock. I let him kiss me, then returned the kiss, suddenly hungry for more. 

We made out, by that urinal, our cocks twisting together.

Even that made me close, so I pulled away with an awkward grin. Vance smiled and I knew he realized. I dropped to my knees, wondering if after all these years, I could do it again.

I could.

Not that Vance gave me much choice. No sooner was I on my knees than Vance’s hands behind my head pushed me to his cock. I opened my mouth, and slowly sucked on the head of it, tasting his precum, surprised by the bitterness and sweetness of it, before reaching behind him, gripping his rock-hard buns and swallowing his cock to the base.

He gasped, held me there, held his breath and then bent over, as if unsure if he could handle the intensity of it. I released slightly, but kept my mouth wrapped around it, sucking it from tip to base repeatedly, while my hands slowly jerked him, occasionally following my dripping saliva to his balls and wetting them with it.

“Oh… God!” The sound barely sounded like him.

I slowed down, but then he added, “don’t stop! Please!” So I continued sucking him, enjoying the sweaty saltiness of it as he began to fuck my mouth and my throat.

His pants dropped all the way to his ankles from the momentum, exposing his hairy legs, solid legs that my hands began to stroke and explore, while his thrusts into my mouth got faster and rougher.

“Yeah… keep going!”

I knew he was close, so my hands went down to mine, knowing it wouldn’t take long. In fact, the second Vance began to slow his thrusting down, and I could feel it throb in my mouth, I felt myself let go.

Vance fucked my throat a little longer, just as I began to blow my load. 

I could taste his suddenly flooding my mouth, some of it shooting directly down my throat, some of it spilling straight back out onto the floor.

He kept thrusting into my mouth, but slower this time, as if trying to get every last drop out. 

I kept myself there and let him finish, even as I finished myself, feeling my cock finally soften and begin to relax.

Vance’s cock slipped out, and he threw his head back, a half-laugh escaped him, and what sounded like a big exhale.

“Jesus!” He said.

I laughed, leaning back and looking down, realizing his work boots were covered in my cum. He looked down, noticed it and laughed again. “Oh, shit.”

I stood then, watching him, not feeling any of the awkwardness I thought I would, though I was spent, and needed to sit down somewhere, maybe even get a coffee.

Vance hit the sink, grabbing paper and cleaning both his cock and his boots, grinning the whole time.

I waited for the sink, hands on my hips, watching Vance as he finished cleaning up.

He turned to me then, smiling. “I could do with a coffee,” he stepped back, letting me access the sink and the paper dispenser, “want to go to the place we went to the other day? Sit down and enjoy some air conditioning?”

I nodded, rinsed my cock, then grabbed some paper and dried it.

“Sure, could do with sitting down after that, and a coffee.”

As Vance stood behind me, his cock out, drying it, and I had mine in the sink, the bathroom door flew open.

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