Uncle Max, Brett and I slept in Uncle Max and Aunt Mildred's king size marital bed that night tangled in each other's arms and legs. Brett sucked both of us before we fell into an exhausted sleep.

I was the first one awake and, as normal, was horny as hell. I looked at the two of them snoring away and debated whether to wake them.

I decided not to and lay back. That lasted all of 2 minutes. Thinking about what we had done yesterday got my juices flowing and I needed relief. I pulled the covers back to expose the two hunks next to me. I played a silent game of eenie-meenie and Uncle Max was the lucky winner. Well, that and the fact he was sleeping on his stomach which made it easier. I positioned myself between his legs, gently separated his ass cheeks and unceremoniously rammed all 5" of my cock up his ass.

Uncle Max awoke with a roar, "What the fuck?!?"

Brett started up, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"James, what do you think you are doing?" Uncle Max asked needlessly.

"Fucking you," was my reply. Sometimes adults can be so oblivious.

"I can feel that but shouldn't you ask permission first? Or wait until your intended victim is awake before you skewer him?" His tone indicated he really wasn't mad, just surprised.

Brett leaned back and watched, laughing.

"What the hell is so funny, son?"

"Now you know what my ass has been going through the last few days. Anytime I turned around this one would be shoving his cock in my ass. Most of the time without asking."

I was hurt and pouted, "You told me I could. You said anytime I wanted your ass was mine. Didn't you say that? Didn't you?"

"I did," he agreed "You horny stud. I did. And you can."

"Well, I didn't," said Uncle Max. "I have not declared my ass open territory."

"You want me to stop, Uncle Max?" I had continued my fucking throughout this exchange.

"Don't you dare!" Uncle Max joked, "I do not give you permission to stop what you are doing, young man. Not until you blast a load in my ass. Just next time at least wake me first, okay?"

We all laughed and I continued my assault on my uncle's tight ass. Brett meanwhile presented his father with his hard cock and his father set to work with gusto. The room resounded with the groans, moans and grunts of three very happy males.

Having started first, and being the youngest, I came first. I rammed into Uncle Max as far as I could as shuddered as I unloaded into his inviting ass.

"Well, are you happy now, you little fucker?" Uncle Max said as he felt me shoot up his ass.

"Yes," I sighed and rolled off him.

Instantly, Brett lay on his back and raised his legs, "My turn, daddy, my turn."

Uncle Max rose and thrust full length into his waiting son. Both groaned. "Feel me, son? Feel my cock splitting your ass?"

"Yes, daddy, yes, daddy. Fuck your little boy with your big cock. AAhhh!"

I watched for a moment then moved behind Uncle Max. He turned and looked at me suspiciously suspecting another assault on his ass. He was right but I took a different tack. Instead of my cock, I shoved my tongue into his ass attempting to get at the cum I had just deposited. Uncle Max's fucking action bounced my head around a bit but that added to the fun as sometimes I was on target sometimes I struck a different section of ass. Once or twice I even hit balls.

Brett shot his load without touching his cock. The first blasts hit his father full in the face. The excitement of feeling his son's cum hit him triggered Uncle Max's forceful ejaculation.

We lay against one another catching our breath for several minutes until the need to relieve our bladders interrupted the post-coital repose.

"I gotta pee," I declared and struggled to get up to do so. Without warning Uncle Max pushed me back on the bed. "No, really, I gotta go, now."

"Then go," he said and placed his mouth over my soft cock. I didn't understand at first but Brett focused on his dad's face and my cock.

"Alright, dad. Let it go, James, piss in his mouth!" Brett was obviously turned on by this twist. "Piss, James. Piss." I relaxed and did just that.

My hot piss poured into Uncle Max's mouth and down his gullet. He swallowed as quickly as he could but some began to spill out. I felt some dribble down my cock onto my balls. Instantly, Brett was there licking at my hot urine. His tongue lapped up what his father missed.

"Oh, yeah," cried Uncle Max when my flow ceased. "That was hot. Always wanted to try doing that. Drinking piss. What a rush. How about you, son?"

"I can't believe we just did that. That was hot, dad, watching James piss in you. I want to do that again. You ready to go, daddy?"

Uncle Max lit up, "You going to take my piss. Son?" Brett nodded and placed his mouth over his dad's cock. He looked up into his father's eyes and nodded again. Suddenly, I could see Brett swallowing madly as so to not miss any of his father's piss.

What the hell, I thought and positioned myself to catch some of what leaked from Brett's lips. I was drinking Uncle Max's piss. It was salty and warm and kind of a turn on. I had never considered piss as a sexual thing but I am open to new things I told myself.

Uncle Max lay back on the bed and motioned for Brett to climb up. Brett put his soft cock between his father's lips and closed his eyes. And then let go. I watched Brett's face relax as the piss flowed. I watched Uncle Max gulp down his son's urine. But then, Uncle Max pushed Brett away. I thought it was because he had had enough, but he grabbed Brett's cock and directed the flow all over his face smiling as he did so. Brett began laughing, "Go, Dad, go! Pissing on my dad." Uncle Max's smile grew.

As soon as the golden flow ceased, Uncle Max swallowed Brett's cock and began to suckle. Brett stiffened as he enjoyed the sensations of his father nursing on his cock.

I could not resist and climbed onto Brett's back and forced my cock into his ass. Brett looked back and laughed, "I should have known. James is fucking me again, Dad. No warning just a shove and off he goes. Little sex maniac!"

"That's me," I responded, "A sex maniac among sex maniacs."

"So true, little cousin, so true. Wonder if Brian will be one of us. Or better yet, your dad."

The thought of either or both of those fellows joining in caused be to blow my load and Brett to follow.

Once again we three lay back to allow our breathing to return to normal. Uncle Max sighed, "I cannot believe that in the course of about fifteen hours I started having sex with men, had sex with my teenage son and nephew, fucked my son for the first time, got fucked up the ass for the first time, and indulged in a fantasy of drinking piss. God, what a day!" He rolled over to passionately kiss Brett who returned the affection with as much passion.

He turned to me and kissed me, not as passionately but with affection. "Ok, our little sex maniac, I'm not going to the office today and the two of us" indicating Brett, "are yours to do with as you wish. Think of this as an early birthday present. Two fuck toys to play with. Okay with you, son."

"Yes, sir. More of the same, stud muffin," Brett said and then kissed me. "More sex, sex, sex." Looking at his dad he added," Why do I think neither of us will be able to walk straight tomorrow."

"Not if I can help it!" I declared already imagining what games we could play.

Uncle Max heaved himself from the bed, "First things first we need to get these wet sheets off the bed. Your mother will kill me!"

We stripped the bed and went for breakfast, naked I decided, and they went along with it. I had Uncle Max fuck Brett as the latter prepared our eggs. Brett returned the favour with Uncle Max sitting on his son's lap as they ate, or, at least, tried to eat.

I became devilish as I looked around the kitchen. Aunt Mildred had some cooking utensils with round smooth handles. Positioning my two sex slaves side-by-side bent over the kitchen table, I smeared butter over the handles of two of utensils and slide them into the asses of my playthings. Both accepted the intruders with only grunts of pleasure. The eight-inch handles allowed me to fuck Brett and Uncle Max much deeper than my little 5" could do. This in turned pleasured the two greatly. Brett shot a load without being touched and then jerked his father off.

Uncle Max turned to me, "Wow, you are great. I never would have thought of that. I will never be able to use those again without getting a hardon. I am so going to enjoy giving you this birthday present, James. What's next, my little sex maniac?"

I could not think of anything at that moment so I took us into the family room and switched on the television, found a favourite program, then instructed Brett to suck my cock and Uncle Max to rim my ass. I then lay on my side and let them play until the program ended about 45 minutes later. I was horny as hell and could not have told you anything about the show. I had Brett sit on my cock and Uncle Max to shove his cock in my mouth. Brett's tight ass and skilled ass muscles had me shooting a load in his ass in about 15 minutes - my third orgasm of the morning.

"Well played, sex maniac you. So now what?"

"I'm hungry so how about lunch. We could order take-out..."

Uncle Max countered that, "I don't think we can become known as the house where sex happens for every delivery service in town. Remember this is a small place and I don't think Aunt Mildred would appreciate it." Brett and I laughed.

"Ok," I said with fake reluctance, "we will have to settle for leftovers." I sighed deeply to dramatic effect.

Brett offered the opinion, "He wants to fuck every male in the community today."

"And, why not?" I posed, "I only have a birthday once a year."

"Your birthday is not until week after next. This is an early birthday present from the two of us." Uncle Max was being practical again.

"So that means I can be in charge again on that day, too."

Brett jumped in, "It does not mean that." Turning to his father, "I think I created a sex monster." Uncle Max laughed and agreed with that assessment of me.

"Besides Aunt Mildred, Angela and other family members will likely be here to celebrate your birthday so that day we will have to play it cool. And be dressed."

We ate a simple lunch, and talked of non-sexual things, believe it or not. After cleaning up we adjourned to Uncle Max's bedroom, changed the sheets and cuddled until we fell into an exhausted sleep.

I awoke about four hours later and this time I did not force myself on either of my relatives. I didn't have to as Uncle Max was suckling on my cock, playing with my balls and massaging my asshole. I stroked his head gently, lay back and enjoyed his efforts. I decided to extend the same wake up to Brett and shifted so I could lick and taste his softened cock.

It was a full 30 minutes before the exhausted teen woke and acknowledged his father and me. He flipped his position and provided Uncle Max with the same services. The amazing thing to me is that none of this stimulation turned into a frenzy of frantic sex. It was just a gentle reminder of what we meant to each other.

Eventually hunger drove us from the bed into the kitchen where a survey of cupboards revealed nothing which appealed. Brett pulled out the delivery menus stored in a drawer and we perused these. I couldn't help wondering if, when we ordered, if we could specify the physical type and gender of the driver.

Brett leaned over the kitchen island as we discussed options. I devilishly took hold of the utensil I used earlier in the day, smeared it with butter and introduced it into his ass. "Not again," he chortled and spread his ass cheeks to give me greater access.

Uncle Max watched for a few minutes as I pushed and pulled at Brett's ass, and then plaintively asked, "What I don't deserve an ass fucking? I'm not your favourite uncle anymore?"

I chuckled and took up the other utensil, lubricated it and thrust it into his ass. The two now stood side-by-side allowing me to fuck them both with the kitchen tools at the same time. As if this was an everyday occurrence they continued to debate what to have for dinner.

"I wish there was a sex shop which made emergency deliveries of dildos and vibrators," giggled Uncle Max, "then we could have some variety in the tools our sex maniac uses."

"Great idea for a new business," returned Brett, "Dildos 'R Us - your sexual tension relieved in 30 minutes of its free." My two skewered relatives howled with laughter. I just pushed in deeper.

Finally, we reached a consensus on Chinese. It was funny to watch Uncle Max attempt to keep a calm tone as he ordered as I violated his ass with Aunt Mildred's long-handled spoon. Ending the call Uncle Max inquired, "Well, about 45 minutes before the food arrives, what shall we do?"

"You suck me and Brett can rim me."

"And these things in our asses?"

I thought for a moment and then, "Leave them there. That way they won't get lost."

"You are a fucking mad man." Brett declared. I agreed with him and pushed a little deeper.

We retired to the living room where the two of them undertook their assigned tasks.

Time flew as they pleasured me and I was almost relieved when the doorbell rang.

"See who it is, Brett," ordered Uncle Max. Brett looked through the monitor and identified the driver as Mark Chang.

"Do we know him?" asked Uncle Max.

"We go to school together. He is a grade above me."

"Grab some clothes before you answer the door." I started to protest this but Uncle Max insisted, "We don't want to do anything to hurt Brett at school." I unenthusiasticly agreed and pulled my plaything out of Brett's ass. There was an audible plop when I did so.

Brett answered the door in some of his father's briefs. At least one size too small. He and Mark chatted about what they were doing for the summer. Mark said he was working for his father at the restaurant. Brett said he was working for his father doing maintenance and then added and looking after a bratty little cousin.

I bristled at being called bratty and almost stormed out to confront Brett but Uncle Max prevented me by grabbing my cock firmly and shaking his head.

Finally, Brett returned with our meal. I pulled down the brief and abruptly rammed the utensil up his ass.

"OWWW! What was that for?" he screamed.

"Calling me your bratty little cousin," was my retort.

"You are little. You are shorter than me, and your dick is smaller too. And you weigh less. What was I supposed to call you? My giant cousin?"

"Well, ok, I suppose but it didn't sound good when you said it."

"Someone needs a nap."

"I do not!" I tugged forcefully on his balls.

"Oww, you asked for it." Brett grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. My ass hung next to his head. I kicked and punched him without success. He simply took hold of my balls and tugged them in turn. I bellowed in pain.

And then, Brett's finger invaded my ass. No preparation, no lubrication. Just wham all the way in. It hurt more than the ball tug. There was a strong burning sensation. He pulled out and pushed back in. And again. The third or fourth time something switched in my brain. The pain was replaced by pleasure.

Uncle Max saw the change on my face, "So, it seems we have another ass man in the family."

"Really," Brett said and lowered me from his shoulder. He flipped me around so my ass was upmost and returned his finger to my hole. "So, little cousin, you want to be on the receiving end of a fuck now?" He asked but he didn't wait for a response. He took some of the butter smeared it on his 7" and rubbed his cock on the entrance of my ass.

"Uncle Max..." I wanted an intervention but Max merely chuckled and urged Brett on. Brett's cockhead entered my ass. The burning sensation returned for a moment but then pleasure returned. More of the shaft entered. Then more. Finally, I could feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks.

"How does that feel, sex maniac mine?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" was all I could say. Brett naturally took that as an instruction and began to pummel my ass in earnest. Uncle Max cheered him on. I kept muttering 'fuck'. The sexual tension of the moment combined with the tightness of my virgin ass was too much for Brett and he blasted what felt like a quart of hot cum in my violated ass. He dropped my legs and fell to his knees. Uncle Max fell in place behind me and began sucking his son's cum from my ass. It was s soothing sensation and helped calm my twitching muscles.

Brett, recovered, came up to me and kissed me, "Sorry, James, I just had too. I was so turned on and your ass is so hot. Forgive me?"

I kissed Brett back with enthusiasm, "Nothing to forgive. That felt great. I mean after the first shock and pain, that felt great. Is that what you feel when I fuck you? No wonder you like it so much." I looked at Uncle Max, "So, favourite uncle mine, wanna fuck me, too?"

Uncle Max moved enthusiastically into position, he chortled, "Ah, sweet revenge!" and plunged into my ass. Again a momentary sharp pain followed by a wave of warm pleasure.

I pulled Brett to me and sucked in his wilting cock. Instantly, it stiffened.

Uncle Max alternated between short jabs and long strokes. The short jabs struck my prostate and intensified my pleasure. Max did not last long within my tight ass and for the second time, I felt a volume of hot cum fill my ass.

Brett came almost immediately after me, and Uncle Max shortly thereafter.

I collapsed to the floor. Brett and Uncle Max lowered themselves gingerly to the floor. At first I could not figure why. Then I saw the kitchen utensils still thrust up their asses. I laughed at the thought of them fucking me with my make-do dildos crammed into them.

I was pleased they continued to let me take charge even while they were fucking me.

We microwaved the cooled Chinese food, I removed the kitchen utensils so they could sit down and we talked about what we had learned about ourselves over the last few days.

After watching some television, we retired for the night again sharing Uncle Max's marital bed. I fell asleep almost instantly, exhausted by my very unusual birthday present.