Big Black Daddy 3 by Suraya Bedford
Uncle Gangbang (MMMM uncle sex)

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Synopsis

Jamal's got a sexy weekend with his stepdad planned, but Dad's forgotten all about it and invited his buddies over for a barbecue. When the men get together over a few beers and burgers, Jamal's attempts to get his stepdad jealous lead to some hot three-on-one action.
WARNING: This 3,000 word short story contains Jamal getting taken by his three 'uncles' and some sticky bukkake.

EXCERPT
Jamal knew them all well. There was newly-divorced Bill with his too-short trousers, Wesley in his trademark sunglasses and Devon - Jamal's favorite. He thought of them all as his uncles, but Devon was the only one he actually called that. With sex on his brain, Jamal found himself looking at them all with new eyes.

Bill was one of those short, pudgy men with a grudge against the world. He was proud that he still had a full head of hair, so he wore it in a mini afro. The haircut made him look harmless, but he always seemed a couple of seconds away from a total meltdown. Jamal couldn't imagine him ever having sex. Maybe that was why he was so short-tempered.

Wesley, now he thought he was a real player. He always had some half-naked girl twenty years his junior hanging on his arm. Jamal was surprised he hadn't brought one of them round to the barbecue. And those sunglasses. Never trust a man who wears sunglasses indoors. Especially if he's over forty. He was kind of hot though. Close cut hair and a good body. He must have spent a lot of hours in the gym.

And then there was Devon. He was one of Dad's oldest friends and was the lightest-skinned of all of them. His high cheekbones and unlined skin made him look a lot younger than he was. Jamal remembered him best with a fishing rod in his hand. As a kid, he'd spent a lot of summers with his stepdad and his uncle Devon, sitting at the water's edge, feeling all grown-up. He was one of the good guys.

Everyone kicked back in the back yard with a beer in their hands. Dad took over the cooking and Jamal handed out the food. Someone asked for music and Jamal sorted out the tunes. Nothing too cutting edge - they were a bunch of old guys when all was said and done.

When the beer ran out, Bill brought out a bottle of bourbon. Jamal held out his glass and Bill looked him up and down.

"Neil, do you let the boy drink the hard stuff?"

Jamal stamped on the instinct to snatch the bottle out of his hand and looked over at his stepdad.

"He can handle a shot."

Bill poured a dribble of golden liquid into his glass.

"That's not a shot," Jamal complained.

"It's enough for a boy like you."

Jamal narrowed his eyes, then stopped himself. Starting a fight was not the way to go. "I'm more of a man than you've ever had," he whispered.

Bill stared at him for a moment, then chuckled. "I eat twinks like you for breakfast, boy."

Jamal looked around the garden. No one had heard them. "I'd like to see you eat me."

Bill glanced at the others, then reached out and gave Jamal's crotch a quick squeeze. "Maybe I will." He took a slug of bourbon. "Hey, Neil. Are we going in the hot tub tonight?" He kept his eyes on Jamal's as he spoke.
 

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Published June 9, 2012 11 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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