Multiple members of the same family

[Daddysucker]

Would be cool to hear about some experiences where you have sucked off guys who were related.  Not so much incest.  But other families. 

Were they together?  Did they know about others?

Details like that.

For me, I ended up in a lot of those situations when I was younger and still some now.   

I blow a father and son.  Separately. One knows the other doesn't. 

My ex gf had an older and younger brother.   She never knew that I played with her two brothers.  Or how many times we made out 5 mins after I sucked one or both of her brothers. lol  And still do.

I just sucked off two older 50's brothers.  Same room one at a time.

 

 

 

 

[wheelchairfag]

I sucked off A Grandpa, Dad, Son all in the same family,  Different Family 2 Brothers, A Guy and his Uncle in another family 

[calthegoose]

A father and a son different times in the gym shower.  Both tasted great.

[sonsucker]

2 brothers older one 8” thick as hell 

many times. Younger brother 9” thick as hell 

swallowed dozen of his loads. Neither knew of the other

[openjock74]

Several sets of brothers over the years, including one set of identical twins.  A couple of of sets of brothers, I was with their dads too (they all knew, in those families.)

I dated three different girls whose brothers I'd also been with (the girls didn't know, the boys did.)

[BruxoCub]

When my uncle went on deployment, I was 20 and looking for trouble. My cousin, or his step-son (a few years older and effortlessly charming) became my partner in crime. I was his permanent designated driver, steering us through nights of drinking and back-road shenanigans.

But the real action happened when the engine cut off. In the quiet, alcohol-soaked haze of the early mornings, the "pal" act would drop. He’d get needy and aggressive in the passenger seat or back at his place, and I was more than happy to oblige swallowing his loads. We’d spend the night tangled together, only to wake up and play it perfectly cool the next morning like nothing had ever touched us. My aunt would make us breakfast or we'd go about our business.

Everything changed when my uncle finally touched down. He came back with a feral, high-testosterone energy like a dog in heat, constantly on the prowl. I could feel his eyes on me from the moment he walked through the door, tracking me with a heavy, unspoken intent.

One night, the house was quiet. My cousin had headed out on an errand, leaving me alone with my uncle while he sat back getting stoned. The air was thick with smoke and a sudden, sharp electricity. He didn't waste time with small talk. He just leaned back, exposed himself, and gave me a look that wasn't a question... it was an order.

"Slobber on it," he muttered through a cloud of smoke.

I dropped to my knees, the thrill of the [banned word] hitting me harder than the contact. I worked on him while he watched me, totally unfazed, until he’d had enough. He pulled me up, took exactly what he wanted with a rough, focused intensity, popping open my boy hole then slapped my butt and told me to wash up with a dismissive smirk. The "shenanigans" of the summer had officially leveled up.