I’m home alone when Dad walks in with Uncle Mark. They don’t even say hello properly. Dad just looks at me and says, “Bedroom. Now.”
I go. My cock’s already half-hard because I know that tone. Uncle Mark closes the door behind us. Dad’s already unbuckling.
I drop. The carpet bites my kneecaps. Dad’s cock is thick, heavy, already leaking. He doesn’t ask. He just shoves it straight past my lips, hits the back of my throat, and holds. I gag. Spit runs down my chin. He starts fucking my face like it’s nothing—deep, hard, using my mouth like a hole.
Uncle Mark is next to him, stroking himself, watching. When Dad pulls out for a second I suck air, but Uncle Mark’s already pushing in. Different shape, same brutal rhythm. They take turns. One cock in my throat while the other rests against my cheek, smearing spit and precum across my face.
Then Dad says, “Open wide.”
I do. He keeps face-fucking me, balls deep, while Uncle Mark stands over me and starts pissing. Hot stream hits my tongue first, then floods my mouth. I try to swallow but Dad’s cock is blocking half of it. Piss spills out the corners of my lips, runs down my neck, soaks the front of my shirt. Uncle Mark laughs low and keeps going until the stream slows. Dad pulls out just long enough for me to gulp what’s left, then slams back in.
Now Uncle Mark’s buried in my throat, fucking hard enough that my eyes water and my nose runs. Dad aims and lets go. Another hot rush of piss straight into my open mouth around Uncle Mark’s cock. It mixes with the spit and the taste of cock. I choke. Some of it goes down the wrong way. Dad doesn’t stop until he’s empty. Uncle Mark keeps thrusting the whole time, using my mouth, letting the piss coat his shaft as it slides in and out of me.
They keep trading. Face-fuck. Piss. Face-fuck. Piss. My jaw aches. My throat burns. My shirt is soaked through, yellow and sticky. Every time one of them finishes pissing the other just keeps using my throat like it’s made for it. I’m drooling, coughing, swallowing whatever they give me. My own cock is rock-hard and ignored, dripping onto the carpet between my knees.
Dad grabs my hair and holds me still while he face-fucks me one last time, deep and mean. Uncle Mark pisses again—last of it—straight into the mess of my open mouth. I take it. I swallow what I can. The rest runs down my chest.
When they finally pull out I’m gasping, face shiny with spit and piss, lips swollen. Dad wipes his cock on my cheek. Uncle Mark does the same.
“Good boy,” Dad says. “Stay like that.”
I stay on my knees, mouth open, tasting both of them, waiting for whatever comes next.
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