Attic Inferno: Raw Family Reunion Fuck

The attic in my parents’ countryside house hums with spring heat. Velux cracked open, terrace voices murmur below. I strip to boxers and tee, cock already twitching at Pascal’s name. Crash onto the bed. Sleep swallows me fast.

Door creaks. Eyes snap open. ‘Already sleeping, Julien?’ His voice hits like lightning. Instant erection. Heart hammers chest. Pascal looms, eyes devouring. ‘Your mom said you’re napping. Thought I’d wake you proper.’ Sits heavy on bed edge. Hand clamps my bulge. Fabric strains. ‘Fuck, you’re rock hard, you slut.’ Voices drift up—family arriving. I point to velux. ‘Shh. Everyone’s downstairs.’

Igniting the Fever

He grins wicked. ‘No noise then. Think you can stay silent?’ Fingers knead through cotton. Pulls boxers to knees. Shaved smooth cock springs free, vein-throbbing. ‘All prepped for me. Good boy.’ Fist pumps slow, torturous. Kneels. Tongue laps balls. Wet heat. Sucks one in, rolls. Divine pull. Then engulfs shaft. Suction vacuum-tight. Gags me silent. Hand snakes under, grips ass cheek. Controls my bucking hips. Breath ragged. Bite fist to stifle moan.

I beg halt. Sit up dizzy. Eyes lock on his crotch. Need his cock. Fumble pants open. Thick, uncut beast bursts out. Gland purple, slick. Lips kiss tip. Tongue swirls precum. Stretch mouth wide. Swallow deep. He fists hair. ‘Suck it deep, yeah.’ Thrusts invade throat. Gagging bliss. Mom’s voice pierces: ‘Julien!’ Panic spike. Pull off, lean to velux. T-shirt hides all. ‘Coming soon!’ Voice cracks. He’s under now, mouth devours my cock. Waves crash. Can’t think. Her words blur. Then—cool gel slicks crack. Finger circles hole. Heart explodes.

Blazing Release

‘What—too risky!’ He chuckles low. ‘Twenty minutes. Plenty to whet appetite.’ On all fours. Fingers plunge, stretch. Two now, scissoring fire. He caps up, lubes thick shaft. Gland nudges ring. Hands spread cheeks. Push. Burn rips sweet. Inch invades. Clench, breathe. Half-buried. Moan muffled in pillow. He sinks full. Balls slap mine. Pace builds. Wet slaps echo soft. Skin flames. Sweat beads trickle. Belly smacks ass. Harder. ‘Love this tight hole. Mine.’ Leans in, breath hot on neck. Slow now—deep glides. Each hilt stretches ecstasy. Heart thunders. Danger fuels blaze. Voices laugh below. One wrong cry…

Thrusts savage. Prostate hammered. Cock leaks endless. He growls, pins hips. Final slams. Buries deep. Spasms. Cum floods condom. Heat pulses inside. Collapse forward. He withdraws slow, tender. Mom yells: ‘Julien! Table now! Pascal?’ Ass clenches void. Slaps cheeks twice. ‘Good boy. Fuel up—for round two.’ Skin buzzes electric. Legs jelly. Wipe sweat. Pull up boxers. Heart still races. Downstairs normalcy waits. But my hole throbs marked. Devoured. Alive. More burns promised.