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Callan hated weddings. He’d managed to sneak a bottle of Baileys from the bar while the bartender wasn’t looking, and he sat by the barn outside the reception, looking into the bonfire and taking long, large swigs.He didn’t hate weddings for any normal reasons—he didn’t find them boring, the food was usually good, and the bar was always free. He hated them because the one person he loved, he couldn’t marry—his younger brother. His younger brother, who was getting married. For the second time.So Callan touched the bottle to his lips once more. But before he could drink, the side door to the barn opened. He expected the bartender, or one of the other guests, or even his brother himself, come to grace Callan with his presence.He didn’t expect his nephews, 7-year-old Noah and 9-year-old Elijah.Noah carried a package of marshmallows, while Elijah carried metal skewers, careful not to poke himself or his brother in the eye. They pressed on either side of him, and he was too drunk to feel bad that his cock stiffened as their chubby, little thighs rubbed against his legs.“Guncle Callan, Dad said you were out here and that you’d help us with marshmallows,” Noah said.Callan always rolled his eyes at the moniker. According to his brother, the boys had spontaneously put "gay" and "uncle" together on their own. But Callan suspected his brother had planted the idea in their heads. Which was rich, coming from the man Callan had been fucking since he himself was 12 and his baby brother was 6.Noah spoke for both of them, as he often did. He was smaller and chubbier than his brother, especially in the face. Beyond that, they looked startlingly alike. Elijah’s face was longer and thinner, jaw rounded. But they had the same combed-over dark brown hair, the same blue eyes. The same porcelain skin and small mouths, protruding ears and thin eyebrows, wide foreheads and long noses.They were also dressed the same, dressed the same as Callan, as everyone in the wedding party. They wore white button-downs under black vests with purple bow ties and black slacks. A flower with a white ribbon was pinned over their hearts on their vests.Callan glanced down at Elijah, who was in turn glancing at the bottle pressed between his uncle’s thighs. Callan liked to think the lad was looking at his cock, but he wasn’t.“Can I try?” Elijah asked, in the way only a 9-year-old could. As if Callan would actually let him.Callan thought about it. He was horny. And drunk. And the ideas werecoalescing into each other—maybe if he let the boys try, they too would be drunk and horny. Besides, Callan had been allowed sips of grown-up’s alcohol growing up.“Why not?” Callan passed the bottle to Elijah. If he’d been sober, he would’ve made sure the boy had only a sip. Instead, a shot worth of Baileys passed the boy’s lips.He crinkled his brow, licked his lips. Callan laughed. “Takes a bit of getting used to.”Noah shook Callan’s arm, almost spilling some of the Baileys. He made grabby hands. He was at the age where anything Elijah did, he also wanted to do.The bottle looked comically large in Noah’s hands. He too took about a shot full. He pressed his lips to the rim again, and Callan had a vision of replacing his cock with the bottle. Then he stopped the boy.They spent the next several minutes doing what the boys actually came out here for: toasting marshmallows. He made sure the boys didn’t poke their eyes out as they pushed marshmallows onto the metal skewer. Taught them how to hold them over the fire so that they browned but didn’t burn, spinning them slowly.When the marshmallows were eaten, Noah said, “I’m hot!”Callan looked over at the younger boy, and held his tongue so that “yes you are” didn’t come out his mouth. Then he realized Noah was swaying. He wasn’t hot because they were next to the fire. He was hot because his 7-year-old body couldn’t handle alcohol, and he was drunk. A cursory turn of his head revealed that Elijah was just as blitzed.“Well, why don’t we get those clothes off you, then?” Callan asked, almost salivating.Callan locked eyes with the boy as he slowly tugged the knot of the boy’s purple bow tie loose. Noah’s pupils were large and glazed, their faces inches apart. The 7-year-old hiccuped, and his breath smelled like Baileys. Callan had the urge to kiss the boy. Instead, he brushed a stray piece of dark hair off the boy’s smooth forehead.Callan unbuttoned and slid Noah’s tiny vest off his shoulders, folding and setting it on the bench. He couldn’t believe how baggy the shirt was over Noah’s young body. Callan’s cock throbbed in his pants as he unbuttoned Noah’s shirt, exposing his chest and tummy. So soft and unblemished, with just the hint of baby fat on his belly.Callan’s brother had never let him touch his nephews before. He’d never even seen Noah’s naked body—the jut of his collarbones, the slight protruding ribs, the barely there nippies. The man hesitated, fingers lingering on the waistband of Noah's slacks.He felt so hot, too. Beside them, the fire pit crackled, spilling heat over all three. Then, in one motion, he unbuckled the boy's pants and tugged them down along with his tiny white briefs.Noah's hairless little cocklett looked just like his dad's had at that age. Callan stared at it, his cock standing at full attention, as he was transported back in time to when he’d still been the only one fucking Noah's father. When his younger brother had loved it.Callan turned to Elijah, who seemed a little more cognizant. Still, it was a good sign that he didn’t bat an eye at his Guncle Callan undressing his brother. “What a cutie, in your little bow tie.”Callan reached over to palm Elijah's crotch through his slacks. He could feel the boy's small cocklett stiffen under his touch. Elijah's lips parted slightly the alcohol buzzing through his veins and the the electric tingles in his tummy merged into a warm, squirmy feeling."Guncle Cal..." Elijah mewled as Callan continued rubbing slow circles. His hips twitched involuntarily, and his cocklett stood at full attention. "Feels funny..."Elijah let out a soft whimper, his face flushing pink as Callan gave his prick a gentle squeeze through the fabric. The 9-year-old swayed slightly as his uncle stood him up to undo his belt and tug down his slacks and briefs. He decided to keep the bugger’s shirt and bow tie on.Elijah's cocklett was slightly larger than his brother's, jutting out, the head just starting to flare from the shaft. But he was still gloriously hairless.“Oh dear,” Callan said into Elijah’s ear, “That looks painfully hard.”“Wanna know what I did to help your dad with his painful stiffies?” Elijah nodded, sucking in a breath. Callan turned to Noah. “I’m gonna need your help with this.”Noah nodded eagerly.Callan gripped his older nephew by the hips, lifting the boy into his lap. Elijah squirmed for a second, his bum moving over Callan’s cock. Callan grabbed for the discarded Bailey’s bottle, pressing it against Elijah’s soft lips.Callan guided Noah's head down towards his older brother's soft cocklett. "See Elijah's pretty little pecker? I want you to give it kisses and licks."Noah nodded, eyes wide and glassy. He leaned in and pressed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Elijah's hairless, perfect cocklett. The older boy shivered against Callan's chest.At the same time, Elijah parted his lips obediently, sputtering but swallowing dutifully as Guncle Callan poured the alcohol into his mouth. At least it made him warmer, made the tingles in his tummy stronger.Callan turned his attention back to Noah, who was unskillfully pressing kisses against Elijah’s tiny tip. “Good lad. Now wrap your lips around the tippy-top of Elijah’s cocklett and swallow again and again.”Callan set the bottle of Baileys aside and wrapped both arms around Elijah, pulling the drunk, half-naked boy flush against his chest. Elijah's head lolled back against his guncle's shoulder as Noah engulfed the head of his pink cocklett between his soft lips."Ahhh!" Elijah cried out, writhing in Guncle Callan's strong arms. It felt like sparklers were going off under his skin, sending tingles from his toes to the roots of his hair."That's it, little man. Let it happen. Your brother's gonna make you feel real good." Callan gently took Elijah's small hands and guided them to grip Noah's neatly combed hair. "It's ok, buddy. Grab onto his hair, just like this.""But won't that ruin his hair?" Elijah asked.Callan chuckled. "Nah, he can fix it later."Elijah's fingers tightened in Noah's hair as the younger boy continued slurping messily on his cocklett. Callan's large hands covered Elijah's as he showed him how to control Noah's head."That's it. Now start moving his head back and forth on your pecker. Fuck his pretty little mouth," Callan said, getting horny at the thought.The sight was better. Elijah used his grip on Noah's hair to slide the 7-year-old's lips up and down his stiff boymeat. Noah gagged softly but didn't resist, letting his big brother use his mouth."Unnhhh...Noah..." Elijah moaned, hips twitching as his breathing quickened. The heat low in his belly doubled, then tripled. His little cocklett throbbed between Noah's slurping lips as he bucked his hips faster and faster.Callan watched the two boys go at it, his cock swelling beneath Elijah's bare bum. He gripped his older nephew’s narrow hips, guiding him to grind back against his crotch as he fucked Noah's face."Good lad, Elijah. Look at your baby brother taking your prick like a champ. Bet it feels bloody brilliant in his tight little throat, eh?”"Uh-huh! S-so good, Guncle Cal!" Elijah panted. He humped Noah's face in earnest, lost in the a drunken haze and the slap-slap-slap of prepubescent boy against prepubescent boy.With a shuddering gasp, Elijah's entire body tensed and then released in waves. Callan peppered sloppy kisses along the boy's neck as Elijah had his first boygasm, gloriously dry.His older nephew titled his head back, mouth slightly agape, eyes glassy, sweating from his first dry cummies. “You’re stiff now.”Callan didn’t play favorites—except during boysex, it seemed, because he wanted nothing more than to fuck into Elijah.“I am. Wanna help me with that?” Elijah, still dazed and drunk and all cummies-ed out, nodded.Callan set Elijah on the bench next to him, freeing his cock. He fisted his man meat, spreading the precum leaking from his slit around his swollen head and down his long shaft. When Callan was so close to the edge that could’ve fallen off, he picked Elijah up again, his slick cockhead nudging against the boy’s tiny, puckered hole."This might hurt a bit at first," Callan warned, the head of his cock already pushing insistently at Elijah's untouched entrance. Callan hadn’t been old enough to know it’d hurt the first time he’d fucked his brother. Now he knew better, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Elijah. He loved the lad too much. "But I promise it'll feel real good soon. Just like it did for your daddy."Elijah whimpered as Callan's thick head pressed and pressed at his little lad cheeks. His sphincter resisted, pushing back with all its might. Elijah hiccuped, tears welling in his eyes. He tried not to struggle—it wasn’t in his nature, but it burned!"Shh, relax for me," Callan cooed, rubbing Elijah's slim back even as he pushed forward. "Guncle's got you. Let me in, there's a good lad."Callan worked his thick head against the older boy's tiny, resistant hole, but Elijah wasn’t letting him in. Noah didn’t fully understand what was happening, only that Elijah was crying, but he wanted to make his big bro feel better.Elijah gasped in surprised as Noah leaned in and pressed his soft lips against Elijah’s. It was a clumsy, childlike kiss. But Elijah’s hole relaxed just enough for the bulbous head of Callan’s thick cock to pop past the boy’s tight rim.They kissed sloppily as Noah’s naked, prepubescent chest pressed against Elijah’s vest. The drunk brothers made out messily, all wet smacks and heavy breaths."Ahh! Guncle!" Elijah’s cry was muffled by the kiss. He squirmed in Callan's lap, trying to adjust to the burning stretch of his guncle's cock spearing him open.Callan groaned as Elijah’s virgin pucker buckled against his shaft. "Fuuuck. Just like your daddy, so fucking tight." He peppered kisses along Elijah’s neck. The boy crowed as he was torn between Guncle at his neck and Noah on his lips.Noah broke away, watching as Guncle Callan pulled Elijah down, down, down, until he was fully seated in the boy. Elijah’s face was scrunched up as he writhed and mewled. So why was Noah’s stiffy hard watching them? Why did he want to feel that fullness too?"I wanna sit on Elijah's lap!" Noah announced."Go on then, lad. Climb aboard." Noah clambered into Elijah's lap, straddling his big brother's slim thighs. Elijah's little cocklett, stiff and flushed, poked against Noah's tiny puckered entrance."Sit down on it," Callan instructed. It took everything in him not to thrust, but he wanted to watch one nephew impale himself on the other. Watch them play with each other. "You can grab his prick and line it up with your bum if you need. Relax and breathe in deeply."Noah did as he was told, pressing Elijah’s 9-year-old prick against his hole. With a babyish grunt, the 7-year-old’s hole swallowed it to the root."Ohhhh!" Noah moaned, throwing his head against his brother’s chest. It was much smaller than he’d expected—smaller than Guncle Callan’s, he imagined.Callan gripped Elijah's hips tightly as he started to thrust. Elijah cried out as each thrust of Callan's huge cock drove his small pecker into his little bro’s virgin boyhole."Ahh! Ahh! Guncle!" Elijah cried, caught between the overwhelming fullness in his bottom and the perfect, slick grip around his cocklett.Noah bounced in Elijah's lap, impaled on his brother's short shaft. His little stiffy bobbed against his concave tummy with each jolt. "Ohhh! S-So good!"Callan pistoned his hips faster, chasing his orgasm. The sight of his two young nephews joined together, still buzzed and loving being fucked just like their dad, was almost too much to bear. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been in love like this. Not since...The barn door banged open. "Callan, have you seen the brats—"Callan's head snapped up to see his brother standing there, taking it in. There was no mistaking the prominent bulge tenting the front of his tuxedo trousers.Callan smirked, continuing to thrust into Elijah's abused hole. "Since you had to go and get yourself hitched again, I figured your boys were the next best thing. Aren't they just precious little cocksluts, just like their daddy?"Noah clenched and fluttered around Elijah's thrusting cocklett. Elijah's face was a mask of drunken, overwhelmed bliss as their guncle's massive cock plowed into his guts."Ah! Ah! Guncle!!" Elijah wailed, his entire body tensing. His slim hips bucked erratically as a powerful dry orgasm ripped through him.Noah cried out as Elijah's spasming cocklett jabbed against his boy button, and he suddenly knew why Guncle Callan had wanted to do this. The younger boy shook and convulsed in Elijah's lap, impaled balls-deep on his brother's short shaft.The clenching and rippling of Elijah's chute sent Callan over the edge. He let out a loud groan for his brother’s sake, slamming in to the hilt and painting the 9-year-old's guts with thick ropes of cum. Elijah whimpered and twitched at the wetness, the fullness that Noah had been so eager to experience.For several long moments, the trio remained sitting like that, panting. When Callan looked up, his younger brother rolled his eyes. “Get dressed, you three. We’re about to cut the cake.”