When I opened my eyes the next morning after our drunken Thanksgiving debauch, I couldn't remember where I was. For one thing, I wasn't alone: there was lots of company in the bed with me. But when I looked to the left and saw Dad snoring softly, it came back to me in a flash and I looked back up at the ceiling and grinned from ear to ear. Now I knew what that strange taste in my mouth was sure, part of it was cigar, but the best part was the taste of the huge load of Dad's semen that I'd swallowed last night! And my body was sticky all over even my hair with the wads Granddad Joe and Uncle Mike had dumped all over me while I was blowing my old man!
I could feel Dad's hand grasping my thigh as he slept, right up at the hip with his fingers down under my ball sack. I looked down past my own morning hardon to see that Dad's massive cock was just as hard as mine, flopped over his huge hairy thigh and pointing right at me. He must have been hard for some time already, because there was a thick string of cock juice drooling out of the gaping cum hole and onto his leg.
I looked to the right to see Granddad Joe's back. Just over his shoulder I could see Uncle Mike's shoulder and head they were spooned up together as tight as they could be. When I raised myself up on my elbows, I saw that his heavy forearm was resting on his son's hip and he had Uncle Mike's fat erection in his fist. I still didn't remember how we'd ended up in this king-sized bed, but, looking around, I guessed it must be Granddad Joe and Uncle Mike's bedroom.
I could feel Dad's hand grasping my thigh as he slept, right up at the hip with his fingers down under my ball sack. I looked down past my own morning hardon to see that Dad's massive cock was just as hard as mine, flopped over his huge hairy thigh and pointing right at me. He must have been hard for some time already, because there was a thick string of cock juice drooling out of the gaping cum hole and onto his leg.
I looked to the right to see Granddad Joe's back. Just over his shoulder I could see Uncle Mike's shoulder and head they were spooned up together as tight as they could be. When I raised myself up on my elbows, I saw that his heavy forearm was resting on his son's hip and he had Uncle Mike's fat erection in his fist. I still didn't remember how we'd ended up in this king-sized bed, but, looking around, I guessed it must be Granddad Joe and Uncle Mike's bedroom.