Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Reclining on the bed, I opened the second of my late father's secret photo albums. The first one had shown him and his mates on a camping trip, and in between all the normal innocent blokey photos were a few explicit shots of my dad and uncle having sex with two other men.
At first that had shocked me, and then I was shocked again that it had aroused me. I'd never thought of other guys that way but I found myself jacking off to the images over and over. My heart was pounding as I read the title of the next album, "Fitzy's Bachelor Party", and opened to the first page.
This album was slightly different from the last. There weren't just the four men I had seen on the camping trip, there were now at least a dozen more, all celebrating Fitzy's night. I assumed Fitzy was the redheaded man who was quite drunk in most of the photos. I recognised him from the previous album as the guy who had fucked my father in the tent. Fitzy was sitting on a chair on a stage at one point, receiving a lap dance from a stripper, and the photos quickly developed into a more debauched image. Fitzy was still sat on the stage but now the stripper was sucking his impressive hard-on, in front of all the assembled men who were cheering and spilling their beers. In the next photo my father had joined them on stage, trousers down around his ankles, and was fucking the stripper as she tried to take in more of Fitzy's meat. Some of the men in the crowd had fished their own erections out of their shorts and were shamelessly wanking to the scene on the stage.
I turned the page and saw that Fitzy, the stripper and my father had been joined by my uncle and the blonde man from the previous album. Fitzy was still getting head from the stripper, but now his mouth was full of my uncle's cock. At the same time, my father had not changed positions, but from the looks of it the blonde man was now behind him, ramming his arse as he fucked the stripper. Many of the men in the crowd were still wanking to the sight and laughing.
The rest of the album was fairly straightforward, but I did manage to learn Fitzy's real name- Alexander Fitzsimmons- from a wedding invitation in one of the photos.
Overcome with lust again, I quickly masturbated to the photos before falling fast asleep...
In my dream I was standing in the crowd watching Fitzy up on stage with my family, the blonde man and the stripper. I was wanking to the hot sight, as were the men either side of me. Suddenly I felt a hot dampness on my right leg and realised the man next to me had cum, spilling his seed on my thigh. I felt another blast of jism strike my left buttock, as a strong hand guided me to my knees. Another man in the crowd turned and blew his load on the left side of my face, then another blasted onto my chest. The crowd parted and Fitzy himself stepped forward, his knob jutting out like a lance as he strode up to me. I opened my mouth...
...and woke with a cry. I had cum again, coating myself in the mess. I looked at the clock. 3 a.m. I knew I'd be unable to get back to sleep so I threw the sheets in the washing machine and jumped on the computer. I found myself researching Fitzy, trying to find out more about him. He was a local lad, married with one son, and both Fitzy and his wife had passed away a few years ago. After an hour or so of debating it in my head, I decided to try and get in touch with the son. I found him easily enough and sent him an email, explaining I was cleaning out my father's things and I had found photos of his father, and that I wanted to know more about who he was and his friendship with my dad. It all seemed innocent enough to my brain, and after I sent the email I felt ready for more of a rest.
I woke late with yet another erection. I couldn't believe how horny I was lately, but I chalked it up to my newfound sexual interests. My phone showed a missed call from my brother Gavin and a reply to my email from Fitzy Jnr, saying he was in the neighbourhood today and he could drop by for a chat. I quickly responded that would be great, sent him my phone number and threw out a random time for him to come by. I jumped in the shower and soon found myself wanking once again. I even probed my arse with a soapy finger, getting my entire middle finger in me before I heard a shout from the bedroom.
