Family Tradition Ch. 01

Eliert

June 17th, 2018

Summer has begun again! I always get nervous at this time, because if summer knocks on the door, it means that my birthday is coming too. It was peaceful to stay at home, sometimes swimming in the neighborhood community pool, sometimes cycling through the city streets.

It was a quiet town, not so big, but not so small either, especially as it was surrounded by countryside.

And speaking of the countryside...

This year I would turn 18, which would be wonderful, not only because I would finally be able to behave -- partially -- like an adult, but also because I would finally be able to go on a family trip. Every year, my father, his brothers, my cousins and even my brothers would go to a family farm, but my father never allowed me to go, because he said there was a lot of drinking and other things he wouldn't recommend for a "child". I was always upset, but it was okay to stay with the female part of the family. All my aunts and cousins came to the house, and it was always fun, I felt very spoiled by everyone, especially as I was the youngest in the whole family.

Yes, there was no one younger than me. Which was good, but also bad. But this year was going to change, I was sure, and then I would finally feel part of the family in a real way.

August 6th, 2018

I woke up to a huge noise at my bedroom door. I opened my eyes slightly and saw my two brothers practically fighting about something, while my mother was telling them to shut up. When my father realized that I was awake, he gave a dry cough and they all turned around, smiles all over their faces.

"I told you not to slam the door..." Richard, my older brother, said.

"I told you I didn't mean to..." Sebastian, the middle brother, grumbled.

"Well, happy birthday my son! Come on, sing the song, you loved singing it as children, don't pretend you're adults now!" My mother approached with a cake in her hands. My father quickly got ready and lit the candles.

The usual birthday chorus began to sing "Happy Birthday to You" as I sat on the bed, and even with my hair in a mess, I approached the cake and let out a weak breath, but it quickly caused all the candles to gradually go out.

"The cake will be downstairs in the kitchen, no eating in bed. Shall we go downstairs?" my mother said, leaving the room.

"You can go downstairs, I'm going to talk to your brother and I'll be right down." my father, Lynch, said to my brothers and they followed my mother. He sat on the bed and lightly stroked my messy curls. "Well, son, you've finally turned 18... I remember when you were younger, you always stood out in everyone's midst, you were completely outgoing, when you grew up, you seemed to withdraw more, but your presence was never insignificant, quite the opposite, it was what made everything complete. I'm very happy that you've managed to reach this age with a lot of responsibility, unlike your two brothers, who still seem to be children."

We laughed together.

"I'm going down to the kitchen to help your mother control those two, so don't take too long, okay?" He got out of bed and walked to the door. "Oh, and since it's your 18th birthday, we've decided to take the family trip early to celebrate this time. Tomorrow we'll leave early, everyone will go, except your grandfather, who has to accompany your grandmother to the doctor's, but they'll come here afterwards to congratulate you."

I nodded, feeling a chill in my stomach. I looked at my father leaving the room while my mind wandered to this trip.

My father was the embodiment of the classic American heartthrob. His face, with strong, defined features, is framed by a prominent jaw and a generally square shape. His eyes, a striking and expressive green, were a focal point of his beauty, like the icing on the cake. I've seen my father with various hairstyles, but he generally maintains a well-groomed look, with natural brown hair, sometimes dyed blonde, which is even more striking.

His athletic physique is the result of his dedication to his profession... or former profession. My father was in the military, but he left after having his last child -- me. He always dreamed of building a family, and as he spent a lot of time away, it was very difficult to stabilize himself. Today he works in an accountancy office, but he never stops working out. I think he's about 1.83m tall. I've seen him shirtless, in fact even in his underwear around the house, and his body shows off defined muscles and an imposing build. I'd say he has a giant body, complemented by a few tattoos all over his torso. I don't know if it's right to think this about my own father, but my favorite part of his body was his chest. Unlike mine, which is skinny, his chest was defined, puffed out, and sometimes contained hair distributed in a completely symmetrical pattern, as if it were perfectly shaped.

My father transmits a strong and confident presence, he is the true model of the man I want to be.

I look away, blink a few times after coming out of this mental dive and get up in a hurry, heading for the bathroom so I can get downstairs soon to celebrate the start of my day.

I start to take off the shorts I wore to bed and look at myself in the mirror. Clearly my body had changed a bit because of puberty, but I was the most distinctive of the whole family.

Unlike my father, I had a younger, more delicate beauty. My facial structure, with soft but defined features, gave me a youthful air. My eyes were said to be very expressive, capturing attention and conveying emotion. I always felt strange when people told me that I couldn't hide anything because of the way I looked.

My hair varied in style, from curly to straight. My slender and even skinny build stood apart from the whole family, who always seemed to live in the gym, even if most of them didn't. It was like part of the family genetics. It was like a part of the family genetics that I hadn't received. But... I kind of liked it. Not because, I don't know, I was thin or anything, but because I stood out. I was always the big stick in the middle of a bunch of chubby guys. The hair on my body was sparse, and people always said that if you shaved it, it would grow on a larger scale and even "thicker", but it never worked for me. Sometimes a light beard would grow on my face, but it never really developed.

I ran my fingers lightly down to my member, touching it with a certain lightness. It was uncut, which sounded nicer. I think, in fact, everyone in my family was like that. Or at least, here at home. It felt strange when I noticed that my balls were bigger and bulkier than my cock when it was soft, but I thought it was normal, I don't know. Some trimmed hairs were starting to grow. I turned over on my back and looked at my entire rear. My ass was small, but kind of round. There wasn't a single unit of hair in that area. Which could be a good thing, or not.

I stop analyzing my whole body and get into the shower, taking a bath to refresh myself and face the day full of hugs, congratulations and various other things.

August 7th, 2018.

We were traveling in the car, and because it was my birthday, my father let me ride in the front seat for the first time. I knew how to drive, I even had my license, but every time I was in the car with him, I sat in the back.

My two brothers were sleeping in the back seat, but I was too nervous, anxious and happy to sleep like them. The journey wouldn't take more than two hours, the point being that we left too early to pack and it was also an isolated farm. I think I'd only visited it a few times as a child, on family birthdays, but after a plumbing problem that took a long time to fix, we stopped going.

"Eager?" my father asks, with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, very much... I've always wanted to know what it's like there, especially with everyone in the family." I said as I looked at him, also smiling.

"Well, when we get there, we'll do some room sharing, the farm is huge, you know, but we always do some sharing. Do you want to sleep in the same room with someone in particular?" your question leaves me wondering, which makes me think for a few seconds.

"Who's really going?"

"All your uncles, and your cousins... And us, of course."

"Wait, even Oliver is going?" my father laughs at my astonishment.

"Yes, he never misses our summer trips. He doesn't really like taking part in family things, especially since he became a professional swimmer, but he always makes time in his schedule for our trip. It's a tradition no one wants to miss, especially as it's your first time." My father's voice had a serene tone as he spoke, but I could sense his slight excitement at having me there with the whole family.

Wow, so everyone would be there. Including Oliver. Including Uncle Gayle.

Don't get me wrong, but Uncle Gayle was always my favorite family member. He was fun, funny, but also reclusive. They said I was a younger version of him -- and with less muscles, obviously. Uncle Gayle was also the youngest of all his brothers and cousins, so sometimes we understood each other a lot.

The car enters an almost secret track and I feel my body start to sway a lot because of the stones on the narrow road, but within a few minutes, I'm already being introduced to the huge farm. I approach the window and begin to observe everything. My father quickly climbs down and opens the large gate, taking no time to get back into the vehicle and continue on his way.

We entered the space and I was still amazed. The house seemed much bigger than I had imagined, and it was very beautiful. I analyzed the large space, with a barbecue area, a swimming pool and several tables scattered around. There was an outside kitchen, probably where all the food was made.

"Dad, this is... wonderful."

"Do you like it, son?" His laugh makes me look at his face. "It's recently been refurbished, we always like to keep it fresh when a new member of the family comes here."

The car stops and, in the blink of an eye, my brothers are already awake and helping my father carry the suitcases out of the car.

"What's up, Eliert? Have you thought about who you'll be sharing a room with?" Rick asks me.

"Hm, I don't know, is it really that important?" I answer back.

"Of course, the first time we were here, we always had to choose who to share a room with. You don't always sleep with the person every day, because we don't always sleep in the rooms, you'll see what a mess it'll be when we wake up and everyone's drunk." Now Bash was talking.

"Who did you share a room with?" my curiosity got the better of me.

"I slept with Dad, and Bash slept with Gabriel." Richard said.

"And don't forget that cousin Ashton shared a room with me on the first day." Sebastian added.

"And how was that?" I ask again, letting my curiosity get the better of me.

They both look at each other strangely and I only hear them say something like "oh, it was normal". I shrug and take my backpack upstairs to the bedrooms.

I looked at each one, and they all seemed to be the same, with only a few things in different positions. There were closets, beds, and always a small door that gave access to the same bathroom, which was in the center. But only one room had a double bed, which aroused my curiosity: who was sleeping there?

I went into the room and looked around, it seemed the same as the others, the only difference was the bed.

"Did you like the room?" I was startled by my father's voice. I turn to him, who sits on the bed and signals for me to sit there too. "Funnily enough, that's where you'll be staying. It's usually closed, but we always open it when someone new arrives."

I just nod in understanding.

"Is it really important to find someone to sleep with?" I ask him, puckering my pink lips.

"Look, son. You'll find out later, but we have a tradition here, in fact, everything you do this week is a tradition, including this. I went through it, your brothers went through it, and now it's your turn. I'm sure you already have an idea of who to choose, but you're still curious about everything. I just ask you to take it easy, because it's all going to be fun, you're going to love it. The first step in your initiation into the family tradition is choosing a roommate. Everyone gets confused at first, but tonight it all starts, you're going to love it, I guarantee it".

I played with my fingers a little and closed my eyes, quickly wondering if the person in my mind was the best.

"I choose..." my eyes were still closed, but I knew that my father's green eyes were looking at me intensely "Uncle Gayle."

My father laughed loudly, making me open my eyes.

"Well, don't get us wrong, but we always make bets on who the next in the family will choose, and well, this year was a no-brainer, everyone betting that you'd choose your uncle." he quickly gets out of bed, in a lighter, more relaxed mood. "You can set up the room any way you like, I'll tell the boys about your choice and meet us downstairs, everyone will be here soon, we need a good reception."

He gives me a long kiss on the forehead and leaves the room. Something about that kiss seemed different to me. But maybe it was just me.

I felt the adrenaline in my body surge with the choice and I stood up, grabbing all my clothes and opening some drawers in the closet, dividing everything in a way that my uncle could also organize his clothes. I spent a good while organizing the entire room, opening the window, and trying to make everything as comfortable as possible for Uncle Gayle -- and for me.

I went downstairs when I finished everything and saw a car parked next to my father's car. It was Uncle John. When the doors opened, I saw him, my cousin Gabriel and my uncle Gayle getting out of the car.

My uncle John radiated masculinity and strength. His face, with striking features and an extremely defined jaw, conveyed power and intensity. His penetrating gaze complemented his strong expression. John often kept his hair short or shaved, highlighting his imposing appearance. His exceptionally muscular and large physique is the result of a lot of training and dedication, even though he was a lawyer. With an impressive height, he stood out in any environment. My uncle has an imposing presence and a bearing that commands respect, in keeping with his profession. He was not the oldest, but he was the most respected by everyone in the family. He was a truly intelligent guy.

Gabriel has a face with defined and expressive features, which give him a magnetic presence. His striking and expressive eyes complement his unique beauty. He often sports a modern and stylish look, with hairstyles that reflect current trends, demonstrating his good taste and fashion sense. He has an athletic and toned physique, the result of his experience as a dancer, which gives him an elegant and confident posture. What I found most attractive about cousin Gabriel is that his nose was a little crooked to one side, but it never caused any problems; quite the opposite, it made him more attractive and different. He conveys a sense of strength and agility, characteristics that make him even more attractive. Although he inherited the family genetics -- light hair and eyes -- his mother was Dominican, which brought a difference to his features. It was a combination that made his beauty one of the most striking among us.

And my uncle Gayle has a natural, approachable face, with a strong jawline and kind eyes. His dark brown hair, usually styled naturally, complements his unpretentious appearance. His lean, fit physique reflects an active lifestyle. He exudes a sense of authenticity and simplicity, with a casual, down-to-earth look. My uncle is currently unemployed, as he is the youngest, having left his job as a university professor to help with the housework, since Grandma and Grandpa are not always on good terms. He was the only one who was not married or had children.

My uncle John was the first to leave and came over to talk to me. His muscular arms hug me, which as a child I used to complain about feeling cramped, but today, I didn't mind.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday party yesterday, I had an emergency trial, I didn't get out until almost 10 pm. But I brought you a present, I'll give it to you later, it's in one of the suitcases." His hoarse and thick voice says as he looks at me.

"Oh, thank you, uncle. And you didn't have to worry about presents."

"Of course there's a present." he laughs "But we'll talk about it later, okay? I'll take the suitcases. Come on, Gabriel!"

Gabriel had already greeted my father and my brothers and was coming towards me too. His arms tighten around me in a more subtle and gentle hug, different from his father's.

"Happy birthday, cousin." he says to me when his father shouts at him again "I'm going up now, if not, we'll have a stressed guy for the rest of the day."

We let out a light laugh and when I look ahead, I see uncle Gayle talking to my father. His smile was wide, he was always radiant like that. Then, the two of them hug each other and his body starts to move towards me.

I feel a slight nervousness in my stomach, but I feel relaxed when his arms wrap around me. The hug was simple and radiated feelings, as he always did.

"Good morning, roommate." His voice came out as a laugh. "I'm glad you chose me, really. I think this is the first time someone has chosen me, but I bet I'll be a good companion for you."

Despite being older, we were almost the same height; maybe he was only 3 or 4 centimeters taller than me. He starts walking towards the front door and stops, turning and looking at me.

"Aren't you going to show me the room?" There was still an optimistic and playful tone in his voice.

I quickly get ready and start climbing the stairs in comfortable silence. I guide him to the end of the hallway and open the bedroom door, giving him a simple smile.

"Well, here it is! I organized the closet so that my clothes wouldn't get in the way of yours, so you can put everything in there. I saw that there was only one drawer, so I put my underwear in it, but if you want, I can take it out so you can put yours in, no problem." I said as I sat on the bed, looking at him.

"Don't worry, I'll find my way, and it's part of the tradition here to put your underwear in the same drawer, don't worry." He smiles and starts organizing his things. "What do you know about our schedule?"

"Oh, I don't think so? They just told me that we were going to have barbecue, drinks and stuff like that." I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

"So they didn't tell you about the initiation..." I look at him, confused. He finishes organizing his things in silence and stops in front of me. "Well, I think you've heard everyone talking about tradition and a bunch of other stuff, but yes, we have a tradition about an initiation into adulthood, it's like a ritual so that you're truly ready for what might happen when you turn eighteen. I can't tell you anything else, because you'll find out later, and that can't be interfered with, but be prepared, and oh, I think you were the luckiest person in the world to have chosen me, not everyone would be as nice as me. Maybe your father would be, since you're his son, but..."

He just smiles and turns around, leaving the room. Did people have a habit of leaving me alone in the room? I roll my eyes and lie down on the bed, wondering what could possibly happen in this initiation ritual.

I hear a car horn, indicating that someone else had arrived. I get up quickly and practically run down the stairs, stopping at the door and checking the jeep for parking.

My uncle Isaiah and his son, Ashton, got out of the car. Ashton was only a year older than me, so he had probably gone through the ritual recently and could give me some pointers.

My uncle Isaiah was one of the most handsome guys I had ever seen in my life. He had a striking face, with defined cheekbones and a captivating smile. The most striking thing about him was his blond mustache, which he sometimes grew a beard to match, sometimes he shaved it all off, but today, he had my favorite style. His fit and toned physique reflected a healthy and active lifestyle; it seemed like having a big chest was just another family tradition. He was one of the coolest and funniest uncles, perhaps because he was also one of the youngest. He arrived without a shirt and was wearing only green pants. He worked as a forest ranger at camps in the other part of town, and his look declared that he had recently left work.

"Damn, I need a shower, am I late? When I was leaving home, they called me to break down some doors in the camp office, because the key that's there was missing, I had to go the opposite direction and still try hard to break it." he said, covered in sweat.

"Go pack your things and take a shower, don't be long before you come back, but Carter hasn't arrived yet." my father said, smiling after greeting him with a hug.

"Of course he hasn't arrived" Uncle John says quietly, but everyone had heard.

Isaiah turns and sees me, his smile appears and he opens his arms, pulling me into a warm hug. He was a little taller than me, so in the hug, my face went towards his sweaty armpits. I thought I would feel uncomfortable due to the sweat or the strong smell, but it was too pleasant.

"Oh, here's my favorite nephew, I'm going to pretend I wasn't upset that you didn't choose me, but it's okay!" He laughs and ruffles my hair. "I'm just kidding, okay? I'll go upstairs soon, I want to take a shower."

Ashton was carrying all the bags from the car. His blond curls fell into his eyes, like those angels' definitions. He walked a little slower because he had to balance all the luggage and I offered to help him.

"Oh, thanks cousin." he smiles and I start to follow him.

My cousin Ashton has a youthful and captivating look. His face, with harmonious features and a defined chin, conveys a natural and accessible beauty. His light eyes, often expressive and bright, are a highlight on his face. His hair, usually with a slight volume, complements his relaxed and youthful style. He has an athletic and fit physique, I think he's on the college football team. He conveys a sense of energy and vitality, characteristics that make him even more attractive. I see a ring on his finger, which probably marks some kind of dating relationship.

I went upstairs -- for the third time this morning -- and put my bags in the chosen room. I could hear the sound of the shower running, which indicated that Uncle Isaiah was there.

"Hm, I wanted to use the bathroom, but Uncle Isaiah is there..." I end up thinking too loudly.

"Oh, relax, this is how it is here, we don't care if anyone goes into the bathroom or not, you can go."

Ashton practically pushes me towards the door and, scared to death, I open it and enter the bathroom. It was, perhaps, the only area I hadn't explored yet.

When I look at the bathroom, I'm shocked, it was like a locker room bathroom: there were no dividers anywhere. There was a large space at the end, where there were four showers, but nothing was on the sides. Right next to me, there were some free urinals and, further away, two stalls, probably with toilets. I turned my gaze back to the showers and finally focused on my uncle who was there, he smiled and continued to shower normally.

"Ah, there's my nephew. Relax, you can do whatever you want. It's like this here, everyone showers together, uses the bathroom together, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." he said, with a tone that I couldn't quite distinguish, but there was a certain amusement.

I turn to the urinal, feeling my hands tremble a little. I pull down my shorts and underwear and nervously start to pee there. I couldn't hold myself back and end up looking to the side, analyzing my uncle's body.

The hair was well distributed, and he had a certain amount of pubic hair. His body was all defined, which would make anyone envious, but what surprised me the most was the size of his dick. It must have been about 12 centimeters long in its flaccid state, and like everyone else in the family, it was uncut. The white skin covered the pink head, which seemed to be swollen even at its smaller size. I had gotten used to seeing some naked boys in the bathroom, but this was the first time I had seen a man.

"Everything okay there?" My uncle's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked away in embarrassment. He chuckled and turned around.

Since I had already finished, I put my dick in my shorts, but when I was about to leave, I turned around and saw his ass. It also had hair, but it seemed to be more trimmed than the rest of his body. Even his ass was muscular. Just as he was about to turn back to face me, I ran a little and left the bathroom.

I closed the door and let out a sigh, trying to feel relieved by what had just happened. I went to a nearby window to get some air and saw that the remaining members of the family had just arrived.

Uncle Carter and his two sons, Ryan and Oliver, were there. Ryan was finishing his engineering degree and Oliver dropped out to focus on his swimming career.

Uncle Carter not only has an imposing physical presence, but also an aura of confidence and determination that is reflected in every feature. His face, with strong features and a defined jaw, conveys a robust masculinity, but also a certain gentleness in his eyes, which often express emotional depth. He always liked to wear a beard, whether trimmed or not. His eyes, usually expressive and penetrating, are capable of conveying a range of emotions. He was the most transparent of all the brothers. The light color of his eyes, often a piercing blue, contrasts with his tanned skin, creating a striking effect. His hair, often blond and styled naturally, complements his athletic and adventurous look. His physique is a true work of art sculpted by intense training. His extremely defined and proportional muscles are the result of years of dedication to physical activity. He is of considerable height, which, combined with his physique, makes him quite a figure.

If I could say so, he was my hottest uncle ever.

I go downstairs and find my two cousins ​​already there. Ryan has a classic and refined beauty. His face, with harmonious features and a defined bone structure, exudes a natural elegance. His eyes, usually expressive and contemplative, reflect a sensitivity that stands out. His physique, of average height and well-proportioned, contributes to his discreet but striking presence. Today, he opted for a buzzcut, which suits him very well.

Oliver, on the other hand, has a modern and stylish look, with a touch of mystery. His face, with angular features and a strong jaw, conveys an intensity that stands out. His eyes, usually dark and expressive, add a layer of depth to his look. His hair, often styled in a modern way and with a touch of daring, complements his urban and relaxed style. He has a slim and fit physique, which contributes to his dynamic and agile presence. He was magnetic and mischievous in his own way.

Ryan smiles warmly and greets me, while Oliver just nods and continues up the stairs.

I leave the house and go to the area where everyone was. I sat down in a chair that was free and everyone was already talking and joking. My uncles John and Gayle were taking care of the barbecue for lunch, while my father talked to uncle Carter.

"Dad, can we jump in the pool?" Richard asks, holding Bash by the arm.

"Yes, of course, enjoy!" he answers.

My two brothers started to undress, but I didn't expect them to be completely naked.

Richard had a look that captures a certain charming rebelliousness. His face, with angular features and a strong jaw, conveys an intensity that stands out. His eyes, often expressive and piercing, add a layer of depth to his gaze. His hair, often styled in a casual way, complements his casual and sometimes wild style. He has a slim but athletic physique, and it had been a long time since I had seen him naked. Richard was like me, his balls were bigger than his dick, but his hair was much more present than mine, except on his ass. His uncut flaccid dick must have reached about six centimeters.

Sebastian, on the other hand, had a face with strong features and a defined jaw, which gave him an air of confidence and charisma. His eyes, expressive and piercing, were a focal point of his beauty. He now had a haircut that left his semi-curls long and voluminous. His physique was the most muscular of the three of us, with good defined abs. His dick, on the other hand, was clearly the largest of the three of us. I would have shot about four inches in its flaccid form, and his balls didn't seem that big.

When they both jumped into the pool, lifting their legs, I could see their asses perfectly. Rick's was more reddish, while Bash's was clearly pink.

I looked away, but I saw that everyone was watching my brothers, including the cousins ​​who were upstairs and my uncle. They were watching, but they didn't seem to care.

I had never seen them both so free.

"Aren't you going to jump in the pool too, Eliert?" I heard my father ask as he touched my shoulder. "Go enjoy yourself, we only have a few days here."

I looked back and nodded, calmly getting up from the chair. If before I thought everyone's eyes were on my brothers, now I was sure that everyone was on me. Nervously, I started to take off my clothes, walking to the edge of the pool and jumping in, letting the water swallow me for a few moments. My back felt like it was on fire from the amount of looks.

When I came back to the surface, everyone was still looking at me, including my brothers, but they soon went back to doing whatever they wanted. Bash approached me and threw some water at me, laughing.

"Go on, silly, have fun. This is freedom, you can do whatever you want." he said, smiling, and started swimming again.

It was strange to swim naked, but it seemed really fun. I swam with my brothers and we played some games, pushing each other, splashing around and so on. Later, we had to get out of the pool to face lunch. My two brothers came out completely naked and didn't care about it. I, trying to be fearless, did the same. When I walked to the area, I saw my father quickly hand me a towel. For some reason, my clothes were no longer there, but it was okay.

I wrapped myself in the towel and sat back down in the chair, letting the sun begin to dry my body.

"Should we start earlier than before?" Uncle Carter asked my father. He didn't know what it was about, but he kept listening, even though he pretended not to.

"I don't know, what do you think?" he asked and turned to everyone.

A few heads nodded in agreement, and I think only two disagreed: Uncle Gayle and Richard. But, I probably should have followed the majority.

My father stands up and comes towards me, squeezing my shoulder a little.

"Come on, Eliert, let's have lunch. We'll start soon. It's a little earlier than planned, but it's already close to 2 pm, I don't think it's a problem." He pats my bare back and returns to his chair.

When I stand up, my uncle Gayle hands me a plate, with that kind smile.

"I've already made your plate. Sit here at the table and eat everything. If you want to go back for seconds, you can. You need to be very strong." His tone is still jovial, as always.

I sit back down in the chair and start eating what's ready: various meats, a hearty salad and some pasta. Damn, it was delicious. It doesn't take long for me to devour the entire plate and hand it to my uncle.

"Can I add a little more meat?" I ask, smiling.

"Sure." he agrees and quickly fills my plate with the meat cooked on the barbecue.

After a few minutes, I finish and feel satisfied. My wet hair was already starting to dry when everyone else was also finishing their lunch. I get up and go to the sunny spot, feeling my body warm up.

My father, who had disappeared a few minutes ago, returned to the place with a small box. He called me with his eyes and I sat down in front of him.

"First of all, it's a bit bureaucratic, but you need to sign here if you agree with what's going to happen. Nothing will happen without your consent, but everyone here never says no, because it's a real experience." He takes a piece of paper and a pen out of the box.

I pick up the pen and hesitate, while reading a kind of contract, asking if I agreed to participate in the family rite of passage. Well, if everyone liked it, I would like it too. I sign my name below and return the pen with a smile.

Eliert Hart.

My father takes another object from the box. It was a clock. He places it in front of my face and starts to shake it.

"Concentrate and focus your entire body on the clock, it won't hurt you, it's a hypnosis like a truth serum, you'll be conscious the whole time and you'll remember everything that's said." I followed the clock while I listened and soon felt my body enter a kind of trance, I was really conscious, but I felt like I didn't have as much control as I imagined. "I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer me, okay?"

I nod, still following the clock with my eyes.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

I hear some whispers right behind me.

"Okay, I didn't expect that, just counting the people in this house, who would you like to lose your virginity to?"

"Uncle Gayle."

"Would you like to participate in a family orgy?"

"Yes."

More whispers behind me.

"Even if it meant you fucking your brothers and your father?"

"Yes."

"What do you think of them?"

"I think they're pretty hot. My father is a strong man, he definitely has a huge dick. I would also love to grind on Sebastian's lap while Richard sucks my dick..."

"What about your cousins? Would you fuck them?"

"Yes, but I would like to fuck Oliver separately."

The whispers seemed to get louder.

"So, this is your initiation. We'll take them to your room, get you ready, and then Gayle will go up to the bedroom. A video will be recorded and broadcast live to us, who will be here, watching everything. As the week goes on, you will feel free. There is no shame here, you can call your brothers, your uncles, cousins, whoever you want. Since you asked for a moment alone with your cousin Oliver, we will grant it, but each time it will be recorded and broadcast to the others in the house, there is a camera in every place from every angle. The male initiation ritual is to prove that you are loyal to the family to the point of becoming closer to all of them. You need to, at the very least, do something with everyone here. So race against time and enjoy yourself. Everyone will also take advantage of you like a real little whore, needing to be consecrated as a member of the family. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, sir..."

He closes the watch and the trance seems to disappear immediately. My rational consciousness slowly returns and I am shocked by what I had revealed. I look around and everyone is looking at me, but they don't seem to think I'm a freak or anything, they're all really enjoying the revelations.

"Hey, Eli. Shall we get ready?" My uncle Gayle breaks the silence, and I shyly nod.

My father and brothers stand up, guiding me to the room, while the rest of the family stays outside.

"So? How are you?" My father asks me.

"Hm, I think, I don't know, weird?" I answer, shrugging.

"Relax, we'll help you." Rick says, hugging me as my father opens the door.

We enter the room and I sit on the bed.

"Okay, what do you have doubts about?" Bash asks, kneeling in front of me.

"I don't think anything? I actually watch porn..." I pause "gay porn."

"Hm, I always knew." He commented, making me laugh. "Okay, get up and get on all fours on the bed."

"What?" I ask in a louder tone than I imagined.

"Yeah, get up and stay like that, go on."

Quickly, I get on all fours on the bed, trying to stick my ass out as much as possible.

"Do you think we should trim some hair?" Rick asks.

"No, leave it like this, your uncle Gayle prefers it that way." my father answers, standing behind me and running his hand over my body. His hands go to my waist, making me stand up even more than I imagined. "I think this is better."

A slap appears on my ass, making me let out a shy and unexpected moan.

"I think you'll need to moan louder, son." he slaps me again, making me moan louder. "Now yes..."

Some fingers -- which weren't my father's, because they weren't rough -- go down my ass and touch my entrance, making me retreat slightly.

"Hey, calm down..." I hear that it's Bash's voice. He starts touching me again and I feel more relaxed. His finger just rubs the area, and nothing more. "Holy shit, you're so tight, I bet you're going to give Uncle Gayle a hard time."

"And for whoever else takes advantage of this." Rick adds. Now, my older brother's hands touch my cock in that position, bringing the skin back and showing the head that was covered. "Pinky... It's a feast for Uncle Gayle."

"Ok, let's stop touching him too much, what if he gets excited and your uncle thinks it's bad." Too late, I was already starting to get hard. "Let's go down, okay? If anything, call us."

Soon, the room was empty. I didn't know whether to stay in that position or not, but I prefer to rest my back and sit on the bed.

A few seconds later, my uncle appears in the room, with a different expression than usual. Before, that fun and relaxed look had left his face, and now, a certain power was in his aura.

He stops in front of me and touches my face affectionately, he smiles and pulls me in for a kiss. His lips were soft and sweet, and they played with mine while I felt paralyzed by the sensation.

"Is this your first time kissing?" he asks me.

"No."

"Okay, let me rephrase that." he pauses. "Is this your first time kissing a man?"

"No..." I say quietly, lowering my face.

His hand touches my chin and makes me look up.

"I already imagined it, everyone did, including me. The whole family always knew you were gay." And, to be honest, they don't care. In fact, they think they're celebrating that one has finally appeared." He lets out a little laugh, approaching me and kissing my lips again.

He breaks the kiss and stands in front of me.

"Then, take off my clothes." His tone was authoritative and rude.

By instinct and obedience, I quickly take his shirt and unbutton the buttons, and in seconds, I see his entire torso exposed. He had a beautiful physique. Since I was already in that situation, I took the opportunity to run my hand all over that area. I touch his nipples lightly, then feel every little bit of his abdomen, until I reach the waistband of his pants.

I take off his belt and immediately unbutton his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I look up and he has a naughty smile on his lips.

"Where do you want to start, Eliert?" He asks.

"Can I... suck you?" I answer with a hesitant request.

He doesn't answer anything, he just pulls my face and rubs it on his member covered by his underwear. The thin gray fabric quickly managed to permeate the smell of that area, which seemed to have thin hairs there.

"I don't want you to ask, I want you to beg." He says in a tone that makes my skin crawl. "What do you want?"

"I want to suck you, Uncle Gayle..." I say almost begging.

"Then take off my underwear... But with your teeth." The authority returns, and I don't hesitate to do as I wish.

I grip the waistband of his underwear between my teeth and pull it down. His half-pumped cock jumps out of the fabric and hits my face. I don't wait any longer and take his entire length in my hands.

Uncle Gayle's cock didn't seem to be any different from Uncle Isaiah's, but it was clearly much thicker. It had a certain weight, which seemed to prevent it from remaining still and firm in the center. I pull its skin back, revealing a redder and rounder head.

"Suck it, Eliert." he rubs his cock in my mouth, making me feel the sweet taste of his pre-cum on my lips.

Without delaying too much, I open my mouth slightly and begin to introduce his fat cock into me. I had to make an effort to open my mouth wide, because it was an absurd diameter. Little by little, I manage to swallow half of it, and I begin to move slowly, moving my head up and down.

My uncle's groan of approval meant that I was on the right track, so I was always bolder and tried to swallow more and more. One of his hands goes down my body, reaching my ass and squeezing it hard, making me moan muffled because of his cock.

"Is it delicious, nephew?" he asks in a naughty tone, making me nod. "So let me see if you like this."

He uses his free hand to push my head against his body and make me swallow it all. In a reflex, I end up gasping for air and come back, with a weak and dry cough. Unlike me, my uncle lets out a laugh.

"Oh, it's always a delight to do this, your father used to love it, you know? Even though I was the youngest, I knew how to make him beg for me..." he said, boasting. "Go on, start sucking again because soon I want to enjoy that virgin ass of yours. And suck it properly, or you'll get another push."

I nod and go back to sucking him with more desire this time. In normal times, I would stop to think about what my father was like in this situation, but my mind was too busy focusing on a dick to swallow.

With each moment, I tried to go deeper, even though I felt like my mouth couldn't open any further. And surprisingly, I could.

My uncle begins to slowly move his waist against my mouth, forcing me to open wider and take all that length in my throat. When I start to feel great discomfort, I pat his leg a few times, making him stop.

"Sorry, I don't want to hurt you, even though you're fucking delicious..." His hoarse voice intoxicated me. "Get on all fours, just the way they taught you."

I turn towards him and try to lift my ass as much as possible, as he wanted. I was a little nervous, not knowing what was going to happen next, but when I felt his hot tongue pass over my tight hole, a loud and sly moan escaped my throat.

He continued to savor my entrance, licking, sucking, biting and taking full advantage. My hands spread my ass wider, giving him more freedom to do whatever he wanted.

"It's been a while since I've tasted something like this..." he slaps my ass, eliciting another moan from me "Do you want me to take it slow or not? Something tells me I could take it slow, but you seem so thirsty for it that I can't choose."

Another slap on my ass.

"I'm asking. Slow or not?"

"S-slow..." I say in the middle of a moan.

"I'll have more time to play then." He kneels down again, going back to sucking my ass with desire.

His hands stop on my waist, encouraging me to grind against his face. I had understood the message and now I was doing it without his help.

"You're such a sissy..." he laughs, feeling suffocated by my ass again. "Lie down on the bed, lift your legs for me."

I quickly obey, resting my head on a pillow and lifting my legs for him. Now, my uncle lay down on the bed and started licking the entire length of my cock and going down to my ass, making a delicious journey to feel.

When his mouth came into contact with my little head that was dying to explode, I trembled because of the sensitivity of the area never used by anyone but me.

"I want to fuck you, now." he says, positioning his cock between my ass and rubbing it slowly. He grabs both of my legs and rests them on his shoulders. "Can I?"

"J-just take it easy, uncle... You're too big, you're going to hurt me."

"I'll never hurt you, Eliert, unless you ask me to." he brushes the round head of his cock against my entrance again and, without much delay, begins to insert it.

A loud cry of pain escapes my throat when he forces a little to get his little head in. My hands grip the sheet and my body trembles. But I don't know if it's from pain or pleasure.

"Uncle..." I moaned, closing my eyes.

I receive a slap on my face, making me open my teary eyes.

"Look at me, you shouldn't miss a single moment." I nod and do everything I can to keep my eyes open.

His thick, fat cock entered me again, tearing my asshole and taking my virginity. I screamed, but now the pain was lessening, giving space for pleasure to control my body.

Slowly, just as I had asked, he managed to enter me completely, giving me a slight pause so I could get used to it.

"I'm going to start moving, and when I start, I hardly stop," my uncle said. "If you feel pain, say your father's name and I'll stop, but if not, I want you to beg for my name and no one else's."

I nodded, and in seconds, his waist began to move. The thrusts of his body hit my ass, making the sound of his balls spanking me a pleasurable sound.

"Uncle, Uncle Gayle... That's it..."

He smiled at my moan, having the perfect authorization to continue his movements. His big hands gripped my waist and indicated that he would thrust harder into me.

My uncle played with me, pulling his cock out and putting it back in, while he smiled with lust. I didn't care about anything anymore, other than feeling that cock inside me. It seemed like a dream, but it wasn't.

"Uncle... I want to... ride you..." I ask between moans, eliciting another smile from the older man.

He pulls out definitively, and now, it seems like an emptiness is haunting my body. My uncle sits down, resting his back against the headboard and patting his lap.

"Come and ride me." I crawl towards him, positioning myself on top of his body and slowly going down until I can make my hole swallow all of it.

When I reach the end, I put my hands on his shoulders, starting to move up and down on his lap. I arch my back and moan his name, wanting more and more of that.

I spend a few minutes doing this movement, until, for the first time in a while, my uncle's thick and firm hands wrap around my body: one goes to my nipple, stimulating that region; and the other goes to my cock, masturbating hard.

"Uncle, no..." I can't even finish saying that hot, thick jets of cum start to come out of me, flying out of control.

My whole body contracts with the orgasm while my cum stains my uncle's face, the bed and even the wall. My ass squeezes my uncle's cock tightly, even more so with that rush of pleasure I felt.

"Fuck." my uncle moaned, and maybe with the squeeze, he also reached his orgasm inside me. "For God's sake, Eliert..."

I felt all that liquid fill me little by little, serving as a lubricant for my uncle to thrust a few times inside me until he came out completely.

"You're much hotter than I thought..." he comments.

"Thank you?" my head was still a mess from all that.

My uncle gets up from the bed and goes to the bedroom window, opening it and saying something that I didn't understand to my whole family.

"Eliert, I'm still going down for a drink, it's still early, but you can stay there, or come down too, it doesn't matter." he gives me a kiss on the forehead "We'll continue later, we have all night..."