Furlong Four Play
by Robert Furlong


It was nearly teatime on Saturday afternoon and my cousin and I were sitting on his bed with his mate Marcus from university.  Marcus had come to visit from Surrey where his parents lived, and even though he’d only arrived on the train that lunchtime, things were already getting pretty sexy between the three of us.

For a start he was drop-dead cute with lovely curly blond hair and a broad muscular physique which filled out his tight-fitting clothes very nicely. Second up, although he talked about some girl called Stacey he said he had the hots for, like my cousin he also had no qualms about hooking up with guys when opportunities presented themselves.

And I got the feeling that opportunities were going to be falling at his feet while he was staying in my Uncle Rob’s house!

On the drive back from the station – Jake putting his foot down and driving his dad’s car like a nutter – Marcus asked in a roundabout way if I was into boy-fun like he and Jake were.

“I wasn’t back in Brisbane,” I told him, gripping my seatbelt tightly because Jake was driving so fast.  “But since I’ve been stayin’ with my Uncle Rob and Jake, I’ve figured out I’m probably more into guys than girls.”

Marcus beamed back at me from the front passenger’s seat, and said, “Your Aussie accent is so fucking cool, mate!”

Jake chuckled.  “When he says he’s probably more into guys than girls, d’ya wanna guess how he chose to express that preference last night?”

“I dunno,” Marcus grinned.  “Been having a sneaky peak at your cousin’s big wang in the bathroom, maybe…?”

“Just a touch less subtle than that,” Jake grinned over at him, doing fifty round a bend he should have hit at thirty.

“Have you been having a looksie through Jake’s porn collection?” Marcus asked.  “Jerking off over the dude stuff?”

“I think I made it a little bit more… er… obvious,” I told him with a naughty smirk.

“I dunno then,” Marcus said, clearly unsure about how far he could push the sex talk with a stranger in the car.  He turned to Jake and asked, “Come on, then, bud… what’s your cousin been getting up to?”

“How about fucking my butt and shooting his nut so hard that his jizz was flinging out all over his pubes?!”

“Faaark!” Marcus roared with laughter and then, clearly both pleased and impressed, said back to me, “Is that for real?  Did you give Jake a spunk-gusher?”

“I’m afraid so,” I nodded, pretending to look sheepish.  “I just sorta got carried away!”

“He fucking filled me right up,” Jake smiled, flooring it again now that we were back on a straighter road.  “And you know full well, mate, that my arse can take a big load of cream!”

“Yeah, but your hole’s getting pretty loose these days,” Marcus teased him. “All the cocks you’ve taken have given you a slut-butt!”

“Fuck off!” Jake laughed and the two of them threw each other really cute, affectionate smiles.

Marcus turned back to me and said, “Well, I think it’s pretty safe to say you’re into dudes, Shane.”

“Is that the tell-tale sign, then?” I asked.  “Makin’ your cousin do a jizz-fart?”

“It’s one of them,” he chortled.  Then more quietly and with a really cheeky smirk, added, “I can show you a few others later on if you like…?”

I nodded eagerly and Jake cut in with, “Come on then, Marky-boy – let’s hear what you’ve been up to.  It’s been two fucking weeks since I saw you, bud.”

“This and that,” Marcus replied, trying to think of something interesting he’d done to tell his friend about.  “Oh yeah – you’ll like this – I had a threesome with my mate Kiernan and his brother!”

“His brother?” Jake laughed.  “How d’ya manage that?”

“We were over at Amsterdam on a bender,” Marcus explained.  “Pissed as arseholes and sharing a room, the three of us!”

“What was the occasion?” I asked him.

“Kiernan’s brother’s getting married in a few weeks to some girl he met on one of those speed-dating evenings.”

“So the brother’s straight?”

“We all are,” Marcus smiled back at me.  “It doesn’t stop us having some fun together!”

I grinned and nodded like I was totally in on it, but I have to admit that I was a bit confused.  It was hot, in a way, to think of all these guys who called themselves straight and had women in their lives but who also took every opportunity to play around with their mates in the sack.  But I knew that for me, the dude stuff would always outshine anything a girl could offer me and if that labelled me as ‘gay’ then I’d soon get used to that.

“You so better have footage,” Jake said across to him, accelerating alarmingly towards a queue of traffic at some lights.

“Of course I have,” he grinned.  “Our phones were all lined up on top of the drawers, all of us filming the bed with the three of us on it!”

Jake laughed as he slammed his foot down to bring us to a screeching halt inches behind the last of the waiting cars.  What the fuck was going on with my cousin’s driving?


“So which one’s Kiernan and which one’s the brother?” I asked Marcus, the three of us sitting on Jake’s bed as Marcus showed us the movie on his tablet.

We’d been out for the afternoon with Uncle Rob to stare at a big hole in the ground on account of Marcus studying archaeology at uni.  Uncle Rob was now downstairs cooking us tea and Jake had wasted no time in getting Marcus to load up the Amsterdam footage.

“Kiernan is the scrawny one, his brother’s bigger and more worked-out,” Jake explained, sitting to the right of Marcus who was in the middle of us both.

“I’ve known Kiernan since school,” Marcus told me as the three figures on the movie drunkenly undressed.  “We started fucking in sixth form.  I’d only met his brother a couple of times before the Amsterdam trip and he’d always struck me as -”

“Whoa… back up a bit!” I cut in, laughing.  “You and your mate started fucking in sixth form… how old did that make you guys?  I still haven’t figured out your form names over here…”

“I dunno… it was A-Level year so about eighteen, I guess…”

“And both of you were straight… how the hell did you end up pokin’ each other’s chuggers?”

I was hoping this might help me figure out how I could hook up with other dudes back in Brissy.

“The usual,” Marcus shrugged like everyone knew how two straight eighteen-year-olds end up with their dicks wedged up each other’s brownies. “We were both horny lads… we started jerking off together, then moved onto sucking each other’s cocks.  Then one night after a couple of girls we were trying to make the moves on were total bitches with us, we went back to his place and… maybe it was some twisted way of getting one up on them or something… we took turns on his bed fucking each other up the butt.”

“Wow!” I gasped, marvelling at their inventive form of revenge even though I couldn’t see how this might help me with my predicament.

“Come on, move it on a bit,” Jake urged his friend impatiently.  “I wanna see you guys doing each other… not pulling your skanky boxers off…”

Marcus swiped the cursor forwards and the three of them were now on the bed, all on their knees with Marcus in the middle.  He and the brother were snogging while Kiernan, kissing the back of Marcus’ neck, rubbed his long cock up and down the tight groove between the blond’s two solid buttocks. I’d always though I had a cute bubble butt, but Marcus’ buns were as round and squat as a couple of melons!

“Do the two brothers get it on?” I asked him dry-mouthed, praying he was about to tell me that they did.

But he shook his head.  “It was better for me that they didn’t because they both had to focus on me completely!”

“Yeah, normally when you’re in all-boy threesomes,” Jake cut in, “you try and share your attentions pretty equally between the two other dudes.  I’m just telling you that in case… you know, as unlikely as it may seem… you ever find yourself sharing a bed with a couple of horny lads!”

Marcus and I laughed.  We all knew what we were going to be getting up to later.

Earlier on, after he’d carried his rucksack upstairs when we’d got back from the station, he’d paused uncertainly in the corridor between Jake’s bedroom and the spare room and had asked Jake which of them he should dump it down in.

“In my room, of course,” Jake had answered him gruffly.

“So am I sleeping in your bed?” Marcus had asked.

“Where else?”

“I dunno… where’s Shane sleeping?”

“In my bed too,” Jake had said with a small smile.

“And where are you sleeping?” Marcus had asked, now smiling himself.

“Also in my bed,” Jake had grinned more broadly.

“Cool!” Marcus had declared and looked over at me to check that I was okay with sharing a bed with two scorching fit twenty-year-old guys.

I smirked back at him, eager to show him I was well up for it, and joked, “Don’t worry, mate… I don’t fart!”

“You probably won’t be able to stop yourself after we’re finished with you!” Marcus had laughed, causing Jake to guffaw too.  And I think the three of us all had grown instant boners at the thought of what we were going to be getting up to later in Jake’s double bed.

We watched the movie for a few minutes and saw the brother duck down to suck Marcus’ cock while Kiernan crouched down behind him and started having himself a taste of butt-pie.

“Aw yeah!” Jake laughed.  “I didn’t know he was into licking dude-ass!”

“Me neither,” Marcus chuckled.  “I think it’s a trick he’s picked up playing around at uni.”

“Nice!” Jake grinned, his eyes glued to where Kiernan’s face was feasting between his friend’s round muscular cheeks.  I could see that my cousin was getting increasingly horny and he kept adusting the crotch of his jeans where his big mongrel was growing.

On screen, the brother pulled his mouth of Marcus’ cock and pushed himself upright with his own big schlong curving upwards from what looked like a very hairy bush.  He gestured for Marcus to get his nosh around the huge thing and then moved back on the bed to give the blond lad space to bend down onto it.  Once Marcus’ lips were devouring the brother’s thick meaty pole, Kiernan fed more hungrily on his bunghole now that his cheeks were splayed open.

“He’s so gonna fuck you,” Jake said, now blatantly squeezing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans.  “He’s gonna get your little boy-cunt nice and wet with his tongue, then he’s gonna shove his cock up it and bum you dead hard while his brother watches!”

“Am I really that predictable?” Marcus laughed.

“I’m gonna need to wazz off,” Jake replied, already unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his fly.  “You wanna join me, cuz?”

“Fuck yeah!” I chortled, reaching to unzip myself too.

“Well if you guys are gonna jerk off,” Marcus pitched in too, “I’m sure as hell not gonna just sit here and watch you.”

Jake pushed his jeans and boxers down around his thighs and his huge chopper curved upwards, the shaft thick and veiny and the length about ten inches.  He jerked his foreskin back so his fat bell-end popped out and its slit wept with a thick ooze of clear liquid.  Marcus both sniffed at the sharp whiff coming from its sticky round head and then giggled together at how sour and sexy my cousin’s jeb-stink was.

I yanked my daks and undies down too so my own fat cudger stood up, looking maybe slightly longer.

“Oh my God!” Marcus chortled, looking at my big manhood.  “You hide that well, mate!”

I laughed and pulled my own skin back to show off my broad purple mushroom with its long dribbly slit.  Both lads leaned in for a sniff of my slippery cock-head and then murmered appreciatively at how hot my helmet-odour was.

Then Marcus pulled his jeans and stripy shorts down to release his thinner eight-inch hard-on which he yanked the foreskin back from to reveal his own shiny red clanger.  His strong male musk was much more potent than ours and Jake laughed as he inhaled great nosefuls of it, calling out, “Aw fuck yeah!  That’s one hell of a slit stink!”

We all grinned at each other with our big boners poking upwards and I said, “I dunno what girls smell like, but dude smells are sure fuckin’ sexy!”

Jake agreed with me.  “You can’t beat a bit of bell-whiff!  Especially when the guys have big dongers which are all shiny like ours!”

“Naah,” said Marcus, shaking his head.  “I much prefer sniffing a warm, wet pussy… right before I eat it out!”

Jake nodded, accepting that there was something to be said for more girlie smells, something I was unable to give an opinion on.

Then Marcus went on, “I really love how you two have such big cocks, though!”  He looked at Jake’s huge hard-on and then at mine which was throbbing more prominently even though the shaft was less veiny.  “I dunno which one’s more awesome… they’re both so totally amazing!”

I beamed back at him, loving how much he liked the look of my big Aussie dong even if he prefered soft feminine aromas over my punchier dude-smells. I said, “Jake reckons we’re both big because we’ve got the Furlong gene!”

“Well whatever it is, you’re both as hung as fuck!  There’s a bit coming up on the movie a bit later which there’s no way I could manage with you two guys’ massive boners!”

“Oh fuck!” Jake laughed, grabbing his cock and starting to jerk his foreskin up and down.  “You so didn’t!”

“I so did!” Marcus beamed back at him, wrapping his fingers around his smaller organ and joining in with his friend’s steady rhythm, “I told you I was gonna do it when I found two guys who were up for it and it took a hell of a lot of lube, but they both got up there in the end!”

I wasn’t totally sure what they were talking about, but I figured Marcus had somehow managed to get both guys’ knobs up his arse at the same time. The thought of doing that made me tingle with excitement – I hadn’t even suspected it might be possible – and I grabbed my own woodie and started wanking it in time with the two other guys’ wrists.

When I’d arrived at this house, I hadn’t been that sure if I liked girls or not.  At home in Brissy, I would try to jerk off thinking about girls but I didn’t enjoy it much and often found my dick going limp so I’d usually turn over and go to sleep.  Now here I was, barely a week later, pounding away at the mother of all hard-ons at the thought of being able to get two dicks up my butt!

I realised it was fun stuff like this that had been missing from my fantasies and I was grateful to my cousin and his buddy for helping me discover it.

“What do you reckon to that, Shane?” Jake asked me with a leer.

“Pretty hot!” I told him, making him smile more broadly.  “Double the fun, kinda…”

When Jake had said that three of us were going to play around after bedtime, was that the kind of thing he was thinking of?  I sure as hell hoped so… and hoping so made my cock swell even bigger!

Just then, Uncle Rob walked in, stopped what he was about to say and beamed brightly across at the three of us sitting on his son’s bed.  We smirked back at him, amused to have literally been caught with our pants down, all sitting alongside each other and merrily wanking our big horned-up pricks off.

“Do you need help shaking the salad dressing, Mr Furlong?” Marcus asked him, his hand bashing quickly up and down his shaft.  “I’m very good at doing stuff like that… I don’t know if you noticed…”

Uncle Rob chuckled.  “I was about to tell you boys that dinner would be about twenty minutes.  I had no idea you were busy working up such an appetite!”

“Marcus is showing us a movie of him and his mate and the brother, all on a bender,” Jake told him.  “I reckon you’d like taking a look at some of this for yourself!”

“I’ll just turn down the potatoes,” Uncle Rob informed us.  “Then I’ll be right back up to enjoy an aperitif of my own with the three of you!”

When he’d gone and as we all kept wanking our cocks off, I asked the two of them, “What’s an aperitif?”

I was wondering if it was some kind of sex thing he was going to do with us, hoping he might be going to take turns fingering our three butts while we jerked ourselves off.

“It’s just my dad being a numbo,” Jake said.  “He thinks he’s so funny!”

“I really like your dad,” Marcus retalliated.  “I think he’s dead cool, actually!”

“Me too,” I agreed.  “Uncle Rob’s gold!”

“Fuck!” Jake chortled.  “And I thought I was messed-up!”

Uncle Rob soon came back upstairs and hurried into Jake’s bedroom, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper on his trousers.  “Come on, budge up, boys!  Make room for a little’un!”

We moved along the bed up to make room for my uncle’s hefty arse and he squeezed in next to me, pulling his trousers down.  His white Calvin briefs were already bulging prominently upwards with Uncle Rob’s large manhood leaking goo and making a damp patch up near his left hip.

I grinned at Marcus who was staring at my uncle’s thick raised-up package and said, “Nice, huh?”

He laughed and replied, “I’ve stayed here before, Shane – I know full well what your uncle’s packing!”

Uncle Rob chuckled.  “Yes, you’ve had quite a few fun stopovers with us!”

He yanked his briefs down and his long cock bounced upwards, thick and solid and with its plump purple head already fully exposed.  The smell of it hit me full-on – it much stronger and cruder than the three of us lads’ dicks.  It was ripe as fuck if I’m totally honest and before I could stop myself I’d blurted out, “Oh Jesus, Uncle Rob, your big cock-plum stinks something chronic!”

He sniffed at it curiously and agreed, “Yes, it is rather whiffy.  It must still bear traces of where I… er… used it last night…”

I smiled at Marcus and explained, “Uncle Rob had his dick up his friend Guy’s stinky butt!”

Marcus’ eyebrows raised with interest at that and I saw his cock grow harder and the head of it swell taut.  “Oh wow!  It’s always great fun when Guy comes over!”

I chuckled back, “Yeah, don’t I know it!”

Uncle Rob peered at Marcus’ tablet and said, “Come on then, what have I missed?  Fill me in on the story so far…”

“Okay,” Jake started.  “Marcus is in Amsterdam with his mate Kiernan and his brother.  They’ve just got back to the hotel they’re staying at, and now they’re having a nice little threesome on one of the beds!”

“I just had my butt rimmed by Kiernan,” Marcus went on, “while his brother was sucking my cock.  Now I’m sucking the brother off while Kiernan is fucking me up the arse!”

“Oh what fun!” Uncle Rob chuckled, peering at Marcus receiving dick from both ends on the device he was holding.  Then he added, “That reminds me, I must get a leg of pork for the spit roast we’re having next weekend…”

Marcus guffawed but Jake was more interested in the action going on and told him turn the sound up a bit.  He did and we all heard, sounding tinny through the small speaker, the hotel bed creaking and Kiernan’s hips slapping against Marcus’ two lovely round buns.

“Let me have a go on him,” we heard the brother say.  “You come out front and I’ll bum him for a bit!”

As they swapped places, our four hands slid quickly up and down our four flagpole dicks.  Uncle Rob smiled over at the three of us younger men jerking off together with him, and sighed, “This really is so nice… enjoying pleasuring ourselves along side each other!  I think males enjoying masturbation in each another’s company is hugely under-valued as a form of sexual expression.”

“I dunno about that, dad,” Jake grinned over at him, “but I reckon dudes can have a lot of fun whacking off together!”

I had to agree with my uncle – this really was so great!  I loved peering back and forth along the row of our four upright dicks as we wanked them off, far more than I was enjoying looking at the movie.  There wasn’t a pussy in sight and yet this was as horny as hell.  It had never occurred to me how much fun and how versatile our cocks could be.  We could jerk them off together, or better still jerk off each other.  We could suck on them like drinking down the dribble from a big leaky siphon.  We could even stick them up each other’s tight little poopers and fuck each other boy-on-boy.  There was no end to what a few guys could do together with their dicks boned-up and their arses well-lubed!

We kept wanking ourselves, all sitting butt-to-butt together a row, watching the brother’s big cock pushing its way up between Marcus’ peachy cheeks.  Jake said to his friend, “Angle it this way a bit… I wanna see Kiernan chowing down on your knob!”

“He doesn’t suck it!” Marcus triumphantly declared.  “He backs onto it with his arse so I get to fuck him while his brother’s shagging me!”

“Oh my God!  That is so cool!” I called out.  “I have so got to try that!”

Like the two dicks up one butt idea, the thought of three guys fucking each other in a row had never occurred to me.

“Dibbs to being the one at the back!” Jake called over.

“And dibbs to being the one out front!” Marcus smirked.

“That rather leaves you as being the one in the middle, Shane,” Uncle Rob said.

“Sounds good to me guys!” I chuckled back at them, hoping that after bedtime this would be the first position we’d get ourselves into.

We watched the three of them fucking, Marcus behind Kiernan and then the brother behind him, and I saw how Marcus as the middle-player was doing most of the work.  He was thrusting his cock in and out of his mate’s bent-over backside and the bucking of his hips was making his own muscular arse wank the brother off as he squatted behind him.

“It’s a very pleasant position, being the man in the middle,” Uncle Rob told me as we all beat our dicks off watching the movie.  “The first time I did it, I was surprised at how very different the sensation was compared with other sexual experiences I’d had.”

“Was that with Guy?” I asked him, wondering who the third man had been.

“No, it was with two strangers in a rather seedy public toilet,” he replied nonchalantly as if merely remarking on the weather.

Ignoring my surprise, he went on, “I was copulating with the behind of a young taxi driver when an older bearded man let himself into our cubicle, unzipped a very large member through his trouser front, slid a condom down it and then worked it up my bottom.  We had sex like that, the three of us standing one behind the other like three blokes queueing up at the post office, culminating in what was, for me, a very copious climax.”

“Wow!” I said.  “That sounds kinda hot!  Not the threesome part – although that sounds pretty amazing too – but meeting guys in public dunnies.”

I’d known stuff like that went on – I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t – but I’d always thought it was dirty old tramps who did it, not respectable and attractive men like my Uncle Rob.

“Yeah, toilets can be fun,” Jake agreed, “as long as you take in plenty of johnnies!  There’s one in Leeds I use pretty regularly when my balls are busting!”

“You cruise for guys in bathrooms?” I asked my cousin.

“Yeah!” he chortled.  “Don’t be so shocked, cuz!”

I didn’t actually mean to sound shocked by the way I said it – I was just thinking that maybe this could be a way for me to hook-up with guys back in Brisbane.  Especially if dudes like Jake went in there looking for kicks.

“Could you show me how you do it sometime?” I asked him.  All the times I’d used a public dunny in Brissy, I’d never noticed any obvious way of meeting up with other lads.

He grinned at my interest in following in his footsteps.  “Yeah, ‘course I could, bud!”

Back on screen, Kiernan and his brother were both lying down on their backs with their bodies facing opposite ways.  Their ankles were on either side of each other’s chests so that their cocks were pressed together and their nutsacks were touching.  Marcus squatted his arse over the thick phallus tube of their two upright dicks and then slowly lowered his splayed hole down onto it so that both lads’ choppers slid up into his innards.

“Aw yeah, fucking take their two porkers, dude!” Jake eagerly called out, jerking his big schlong off quickly.  “That is steaming, that is!”

“Wow!” Uncle Rob chipped in, grinning broadly too and bashing his own meat just as fast.  “You’ve certainly got a commodious behind, if you don’t mind me saying so, Mr Cunningham!”

“He shits tree trunks, this guy!” Jake chortled across to his dad as their two wrists pumped up and down their cocks.

I didn’t like the sound of that but before I could query it, my attention was transfixed by the Marcus on screen make landfall onto the pubic bushes at the bases of the two brothers’ pushed together cocks.  He started working his butt up and down the paired organs pointing upwards and the three of them gasped over the speaker as their bizarre double-fuck got underway.  I noticed that Marcus’ dick, which had gone limp from the size of the intrusion to his bowels, quickly lengthened and thickened again and rose up between his legs.  Soon his lovely pecker was back up on full mongrel and he started wanking it off as he bobbed his arse up and down the length of the two brothers’ shafts.

“Oh my God!” Jake laughed.  “You lucky git… having the two of them stoking you!”

“How did it feel?” I asked Marcus, fascinated to watch him pump the twin cocks off with his tightly stretched ring.

“Really painful at first,” he admitted, “but once I’d got into it, it started feeling pretty amazing… well worth covering the backs of my undies with skid marks for the next few days!”

Jake cackled with laughter at the vulgarity of his mate, but Uncle Rob winced with a combination of disgust and amusement.

“Does stuff like this really happen when you let other guys root your chuff?” I asked my cousin and his friend betraying my obvious alarm.  “Do you end up shitting massive turds and making a mess of your boxers?”

Now I was worried about my mom finding doodie-stains on the backs of my shorts and my dad complaining that I was blocking up the dunny.  The pair of them might put two and two together and realise that their son’s hole had been stretched wide open from taking so many other dudes’ dicks up it.

“Of course not,” Uncle Rob snapped, annoyed that the two of them could be dampening my new-found sense of adventure.  “That was just an example of the cruder side of the British sense of humour, wasn’t it boys?”

Jake just smirked at me but Marcus nodded.  He said, “Honestly, Shane… as long its just dicks or fingers you shove up your bum-hole, it shrinks back to normal pretty quickly.”

At first I thought he was just trying to reassure me, until he smiled and added, “I swear to God, butt sex has never given me skid marks… well, no more than usual!”  And I could see he was being truthful with me.

The two brothers on screen continued their strange double-fuck, now bucking their hips upwards to meet the squatting lunges of Marcus’ relentless arse. The four of us sitting on the bed wanked ourselves off more briskly watching their fun, as the quickening gasps from the speaker told us that butt-stretched Marcus was nearing his orgasm.

“The tea must be ready by now,” Uncle Rob panted as we all beat off our cocks.  “I suggest we help each other out a bit to hurry things along.”

He reached across to me and pressed his hand between my legs.  He pushed my ballsack and two heavy nuts out of the way and then found my arsehole and slid two fingers up it.  He got to work rapidly frigging me, his hand making wet slurping sounds as he jabbed his fingers back and forth through the stickiness inside my butt.

“Come on, let’s do each other,” he suggested.  “You do me, Shane… Jake and Marcus, reach across to do each other!”

The three of us chuckled and got to work groping between each other’s legs. We were soon fondling through our partners’ furry arse-cracks and sliding our fingers up the hot chutes nestling inside.  The slurpy munching noises grew faster and louder as our four slimy butts were pummelled by the frantic action of our fists.

We looked across at one another, relishing our naughtiness – Uncle Rob smirking shyly at me, Marcus giggling to Jake.  I smiled back at Uncle Rob, hoping to show him how much I loved fingering his big stretched man-cunt of an arsehole, and wondered how it would compare to frigging off the younger men’s smaller, more tightly clenched puckers.

“Aw yeah!” Jake called out to Marcus.  “Frig my arse off, dude!”

The boyish smell of our cocks was soon overwhelmed by the cruder pungence coming from our finger-fucked arseholes.  I could smell Jake’s earthy stink wafting up from where Marcus’ hand was pounding away between his legs, and Marcus too had his own distinctive anal whiff.  I kept getting nosefuls of it as I hungrily sniffed the effects of our exertions.

We wanked our cocks off harder and more urgently, loving the stink of our bungholes being stoked.  We fingered each other rougher and faster, determined to make the air reek of our wanked-off fudge-pipes and Marcus gasped at me, “Jesus, Shane!  Your arse smells fucking lush, mate!”

“First one to climax gets extra cream with his desert!” Uncle Rob gasped, slamming his fist up down his cock with all the intensity and power of a pneumatic drill.

As if on cue my bloated jeb-end started firing long strings of cum into the air, making Marcus cry out and sending his own nuts into overdrive.

Once the Marcus on the tablet had joined the real version in shooting his load over his chest, both Uncle Rob and Jake’s fat dicks let rip too, gushering their spunk upwards in long, white arcs.  Soon the meaty stink from our piston-pumped butts was enriched with the thick, cloying odour of four big wads of spooge splattered all over us.

Just as I took my hand away out of Uncle Rob’s hairy gully, Jake chortled over at me, “Here’s your extra cream, Shane!”  He flung a thick gob of his jizz over at me to add to all the goop my chest and belly was speckled with.

Uncle Rob withdrew his fingers from my crack with an embarrassing blast from my pooper and stood up, pulling his briefs and trousers up.  “I would suggest washing your hands before we eat, gentlemen… especially thoroughly, including under the nails!”

Jake and Marcus pulled their hands out from between each other’s legs and I was pleased that both of their arseholes blew out even louder farts than mine had.  Neither of them seemed especially bothered by the noise of their butts being vacated and I wondered if maybe such gassy outbursts were just seen as a normal aftermath of playing around with other lads’ backdoors.

When Uncle Rob had gone downstairs to wash his hands and and start dishing up our meal, the three of us piled into the bathroom to clean up.

I asked them both, “Now that we’ve all beaten off and fired our spooge everywhere, are you guys gonna be up for more fun later this evening?”

“Fuck yeah!” Jake laughed, washing his hands at the sink.

“Twenty minutes,” Marcus grinned back at me from where he was peeing. “Just twenty minutes and I’m good to go again!”

I chuckled back at them, using the mirror on the cabinet door to comb the spunk out of my hair.

I wondered if the two of them really would be so quick to recover their horniness or if this was just laddish bravado and the rest of the night would turn out to be a damp squib.  There was, of course, only one way I was going to find out…


Part 2

I didn’t get my threesome with Jake and Marcus after bedtime.  It wasn’t that my cousin and his buddy didn’t recover themselves after the jerk-off we’d had before tea, it was just that by the time the three of us collapsed into Jake’s bed, we’d had so much fun with Uncle Rob that we were all just too bloody knackered!

It had started after I’d checked in with the folks back in Brisbane to let them know I was okay.  I talked for a while with my mom over WhatsApp, with her chuckling all the time that I was starting to sound like such a pommy, before dad came on to throw in a few snide quips.

“It sounds like your Uncle Robert has all and sundry coming and going,” he’d sneered, hearing the chatter and laughter coming from the living room.

“Yeah, he had one of his friends to stay over last night and now Jake has a friend up from Surrey for a couple of days.”

“No females, I hope,” dad replied sharply.  “There’d better not be anything untoward going on.”

“No, we’re a houseful of guys, dad,” I told him truthfully.  I didn’t offer a comment on the ‘untoward’ part.

When I’d finished the call and was back in the living room having a beer poured for me, Jake came downstairs from having a pee.

“It fucking stinks up there!” he announced to the rooom with all his usual decorum.  “You can still smell our arses from where we were frigging each other’s fudgers off!”

“Don’t be so crude, Jake,” my uncle told him.

“You really can smell it though… I’m not saying it’s a bad thing!”

Now Uncle Rob allowed himself a chuckle.  “You boys were a little odorous when we were anally masturbating together!”

Marcus laughed too.  “It was really hot, though, wasn’t it?  Fingering each other and smelling each other’s butts!”

“The funny thing is,” Uncle Rob nodded, “I could tell exactly which smells were wafting from between which of your legs.  Your three hairy little openings each have very distinctive aromas.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the way my uncle spoke.  The way he could say such vulgar things in that posh English accent of his, but also the way his attitude to sex and bodily stuff was so at odds with my dad’s.

Jake laughed too but his amusement was borne from his dirty imagination. “We should make that into a game!” he suggested.  “You get blindfolded, dad, and then you sniff one of our arses and try and figure out who it belongs to!”

Marcus and I grinned over at each other – that was a ripper idea for a game.  Uncle Rob, though, while clearly interested in the concept, wanted to clarify the practicalities.

“I’d be kneeling down, would I, and the young man offering his bottom would be bending forwards in front of me?”

“Hands on knees,” Jake nodded.  “Crack open a bit but not too splayed.”

“And there’d be no flatulence of course,” his dad was keen to establish.

“Absolutely not,” Jake agreed.  “The only clue you’d get would be the smell of the hot juicy gape.”

“I wouldn’t be able to do it through your jeans,” Uncle Rob added, smiling at the three of us.  “Though I think I’d have a good chance of figuring out who was who from the whiff of the backs of your underwear.”

“You’d get ten points if you could manage that,” Marcus declared.  “But only five if you need us to pull our boxers down and sniff our bare bums!”

“Yeah, and if you need to stick your nose into our cack-cracks, you’d get only three!” Jake decided.

“And if I need a lick of the cherry, would that be just one point?” Uncle Rob asked.

The three of us laughed.  We thought he was joking.

While Jake fetched one of his ties to use as a blindfold, I told my uncle, “If you can get to fifteen points after three goes, I’ll be really impressed!”

“I think I’ll be able to manage twenty,” he grinned.  “One ten and two fives.  Jake’s backside has a characteristically pungent bite to it which I’ll be able to smell quite easily through his underpants.  With you and Marcus, I’ll probably need you to present your bare bums to my nose if I’m to figure out which is which.”

“You’d think Jake and Shane’s butts would have similar smells,” Marcus said.  “You know, with them being cousins…”

“Yes, that’s true,” Uncle Rob nodded.  “But earlier on, when both of your openings were just starting to be masturbated, I found your anal scents quite difficult to separate.  Marcus, however, emerged as having a much meatier flavour once Jake’s fingers were pumping in and out at full speed!”

Marcus chortled.  “Yeah, well I’m not surprised about that!  There’s plenty of meat been packed in back there!”

I laughed too but I was really intrigued – and quite excited as well – to find out how sensitive Uncle Rob’s nose would be when poised in front of each of our butts.

Once my uncle had been blindfolded, Jake volunteered by mime that his arse should go first.

He pulled his jeans down, bent forwards a bit and offered the twin mounds straining the back of his dark grey ‘Next’ boxer briefs up to Uncle Rob’s face.  Marcus and I smirked together on seeing Jake’s arse so close his dad’s nose and mouth and Marcus nudged me to gesture at the semi-hard-on pushing the crotch of Jake’s shorts prominently outwards.  My cousin sure hadn’t been lying when he’d said that he recovered his horniness quickly after a spunk-off!

Uncle Rob sniffed at his son’s two round buttocks in his underwear, before moving in closer to get a stronger whiff behind the deep, narrow valley running down between them.

Then he smiled and announced, “This is a rather fruity vintage… a little crass but with a satisfyingly piquant bite!  I would wager this rump as belonging to Mr Jacob Richard Furlong!”

We all laughed and announced that Uncle Rob had started off with a clean-sweep ten, as Jake bent down to pull his jeans back up.  While Marcus was asking my uncle what it was about his son’s bum that made it so easy to identify, I stopped Jake from buttoning himself up and quietly suggested something that might confuse even his dad’s discerning nose.

“The front pocket of my rucksack’s got my dirty laundry in it,” I whispered to him.  “Find the skankiest pair of my daks and put those on… see if your dad can still figure out whose arse he’s sniffin’!”

Jake grinned, “Fuck yeah!” and headed upstairs to change his dirty undies with mine.

Meanwhile, Marcus was pulling his jeans down and bending forwards to push the backs of his stripy boxer-trunks towards my Uncle Rob’s eager blindfolded face.

“Ooh, this is very different,” Uncle Rob announced after taking a few deep sniffs of the crack between Marcus’ bum-cheeks.  “There’s a rich, juicy impudence to it and some rather delicious barnyard undertones.  It could belong to my nephew or my son’s favourite friend… I’d need to smell it in the flesh, though, to figure out which…”

I chuckled, “Okay, five points max on this one!” as Marcus pulled down his shorts.  His cock sprung outwards, half-hard and steadily rising upwards. Like Jake he clearly enjoyed having the older man sniffing his butt.

Uncle Rob inhaled deeply just an inch from Marcus’ bare crack and murmured appreciatively at how much he liked it.  “It’s got a real oakiness to it… a lovely crisp harshness…”

I glanced down at my uncle’s trousers and smiled at how a patch of material next to his zipper was being pushed steadily upwards.  As I watched, the shape of my uncle’s hardening cock grew more obvious until the thick rod of it was clearly visible running diagonally up towards the left pocket.  Soon the ridge around his helmet was pressing conspicuously outwards making the big, blunt head of his cock rise up blatantly even through his briefs and trousers.

“You’re really enjoying this, Uncle Rob!” I laughed.

“I certainly am!” he sighed, inhaling Marcus’ butt odour as deeply as he could.  “I’m afraid I’m going to have to reduce my score to a maximum of three…”

His pushed his face into Marcus’ arse-crack and snorted hungrily at the odours lurking among his damp, wiry hair.  Marcus’ cock stood up at full mongrel between his legs, and a dark circular damp patch formed on Uncle Rob’s trousers where his swollen helmet was leaking copiously.

“Oh yeah!” he gasped with his nose and mouth wedged firmly in the tight grip of Marcus’ solid buttocks.  “This is a much more elegant vintage… evocative of warm summer Surrey evenings…”

“That’s amazing, Mr Furlong!” Marcus chuckled, pulling his arse away from my uncle’s face and leaving some of curly blond butt-hairs clinging to his nose.  He swung around to offer further congratulations and accidentally smacked the full length of his hard chopper across Uncle Rob’s face.

“Gee, sorry, Mr Furlong!  You were closer than I thought…”

“That’s fine,” Uncle Rob smiled, his blindfold still secure.  “I’m pleased the game is having the same effect on you as it’s had on me!”

Marcus laughed at how my uncle’s large erection was tenting his trousers upwards and making a spreading damp patch between his zipper and left pocket.  He started talking to him about why he thought bum smells could be so arousing, just as Jake crept back into the room wearing the dirty boxers I’d had on when I’d flown over from Oz.

“Oh fuck, not that pair!” I whispered.

“They were easily the whiffiest,” he grinned.  “By a pretty long margin!”

“I bet they were… they were riding up my arse-crack all the way from Sydney to Heathrow!”

He bent over again in front of his dad and, while Uncle Rob was clearly expecting that the third butt to sniff would logically be mine, he was quickly confused by the combination of his son’s crack odour and the back of my smelly shorts.

He sniffed a few times, getting his nose quite close to the crumpled material, before announcing, “This is very strange… I really can’t place the smell!  You haven’t sneaked a fourth young man in here for me to sniff his bum, have you?”

We chuckled and Marcus said, “The arse definitely belongs to one of us!”

Uncle Rob shrugged and conceded, “I’ll have to go for a five maximum, in that case.  I’m going to be lucky to reach fifteen at this rate…”

Jake pushed the back of my cruddy shorts into his arse-crack and took a moment to rub the material up and down against his butt-hair.  Having got my bummy odour smeared inside his furry gully, he pulled the shorts down to present his chunky bare cheeks to his dad’s blindfolded face.

Uncle Rob inhaled deeply the pudgy backside before him and said, “This really is strange… there’s the full-bodied juiciness of Shane’s modestly-puckered hole coupled with the astringent harshness of Jake’s much larger anus.  I’m going to need to go for a three…”

He pushed his face in between his son’s round buns and snorted like a pig with its snout in the trough.

“Aw yeah!” Jake mouthed, grinning broadly at me and Marcus as his dad’s nose pushed as deep as it could into his hot ripe crack.  My cousin’s cock rose upwards rapidly, making the mouth of his foreskin slide open to reveal its glistening red tip, and he leaned further forwards to open his big puffy bunghole right in front of his dad’s curious face.

“I’m sure it’s Shane,” Uncle Rob mumbled, his voice muffled between his son’s squat, dumpy buttocks.  “I’m going to have to go for a one…”

Before we could stop him, we heard a wet munching sound from between Jake’s cheeks as my uncle’s tongue start licking at his son’s over-sized opening. Jake turned to us, his gaping mouth half-shocked half-amused, as Marcus and I stared disbelievingly at his dad crouching behind him feeding noisily on his arse.

Just then Jake pulled away shouting, “Whoa… dad, it’s me!”

Uncle Rob reeled back, red-faced and breathless, and he removed the blindfold to see his son’s solid round buttocks with his spit smeared two-thirds down the crack.  He stared up at us, at first towards Marcus and then across to me.  Then, to my surprise, his mouth broke into a smile and he chuckled, “Looks like I lost that round…”

“Oh my God!” Jake laughed, “you just brown-tongued my butt, dad!”  I noticed his cock was now arching up on full-throb from the feel of his dad’s mouth slurping at his ringpiece.

Uncle Rob stood up too and his own large erection pushed his trousers outwards, the blunt tip of which was seeping with a sticky patch of drool.

“Jake’s wearing my dirty undies, Uncle Rob,” I explained.  “He put them on to… er… throw you off the scent…”

“Well, you certainly did that,” my uncle chortled.  He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the excess of his cock slobber off the prominent helmet shape lifting the front of his trousers.

“Still, no harm done,” he went on, as Marcus and I sat back down, swigging from our beers again, and Jake went upstairs to pull his own boxers back on and recover his jeans.  “That’s a part of my son I really would have preferred not to push my tongue into, but the game was fun and I was greatly enjoying it!”

As he poured himself another glass of wine, Marcus asked, “Should we think up something else to play?”

“Why not?” Uncle Rob smiled, sitting himself down and adjusting his big hard-on so that it was more comfortable in his briefs.  “But I think it wise to ensure that such errors of judgement can’t happen again.”

“I like smell games,” I said.  Then, remembering something Uncle Rob had told me when we’d been out for the day, added, “My uncle reckons that when there’s sex going on in Jake’s bedroom, he can figure out from the smell who’s doing who!”

“Oh wow!” Marcus chortled.  “So when I’m staying over, you know which way round me and Jake are banging each other?”

“It’s quite easy,” Uncle Rob grinned over, taking a sip from his drink. “No doubt even easier now that I’ve lapped at the source, as it were.”

As Jake came back into the room and grabbed himself another beer, I suggested, “Okay, here’s an idea for a game… the three of us go into Jake’s bedroom and do some stuff together, and Uncle Rob has to work out who’s doing what…”

“What sorta stuff?” Jake asked, looking unimpressed.

“I dunno… two of us fuck, maybe, while the other one watches and jerks off.  Your dad has to figure out from the smell of the butt and the bell-end, whose arse is gettin’ bummed and who’s standin’ wankin’ himself off!”

The three of them stared at me and for a moment I thought I’d overstepped the mark.

But then Jake’s mouth broadened into a gaping, eager smirk and Marcus called out, “Oh my God!  That sounds so hot!”

I looked at Uncle Rob and he chuckled at me.  “You’ve got such a naughty imagination, Shane.  What would your father say?”

We all bounded upstairs and the three of us lads assembled in Jake’s bedroom while Uncle Rob lurked with his wineglass in the hallway outside.

“Okay, let’s make the first one easy for him,” Jake whispered to us.  “You do me up the arse,” he said to Marcus, “and you stand next to the bed and jerk your prick off,” he said to me.  “He sat next to you when we wanked off earlier so he knows the smell of your bell-batter… and we’re all well aware of how intimately he knows the smell of my bunghole now!”

Marcus and I chuckled and he unzipped his jeans and hitched the front of them down a bit.  His eight inch hard-on sprung upwards when released from his underwear.  He was clearly greatly looking forwards to pushing it up his favourite fuck-buddy’s bum, perhaps even more excited that I was going to watch him doing it and Uncle Rob was going to smell its effects.

While he lubed himself up, I pulled out my own larger cock which rose outwards, also nearly fully chubbed-up, and Marcus smirked across at me and said quietly, “I so wanna slam your tight Brissy butt too, Shane!”

I grinned back at him, wanting to kneel down in front of him and get things started between us by sucking on his lovely mushroom helmet, but Jake called over, “Cut it out, lovebirds – we’ve got a challenge to set for dad!”

He got on his bed and pulled the backs of jeans and underwear down so that his uni friend could work his dick up his hole, when I noticed that he was still wearing the dirty boxers he’d taken from my rucksack.

“Hey Jake,” I called out, “I thought you’d got back into your own undies, cuz.”

“Naah, I thought I’d keep these as a little momento… and I pushed my pair into your rucksack so you can take a little bit of Jakey back to Aussieland with you just for… you know… the long, lonely nights!”

I laughed like I just thought he was just being a dorf, but I knew that back home I probably would wank off sniffing the boxers Jake had given me. I’d want to relive all the stuff I was now doing and it would really spruce things up to have Jake’s crack-stink pressed into my nose.

“Aw, that’s so sweet you guys,” Marcus chortled, getting on the bed behind Jake and pushing his knees between his.

He pressed the slippery head of his dick into his buddy’s arse-crack, still wet with his dad’s spit, and Jake muttered, “Lower, dude… yeah, still a bit lower…” and then gasped with a laugh, “Aw yeah!  Now push it right up!”

Marcus chuckled as he slid the length of his shaft up his lover’s butt, grabbing him by the hips to drive the last inch of it through the huge, swollen anus.  Once his bollocks were pushing into the crease under Jake’s buttocks and his pubes were tickling the fuzzy softness around his crack, my cousin swung his head around and grinned at his blond friend, and then they leaned forwards together to share a lingering kiss.

As they necked for a bit, murmuring and giggling together as their two bodies were fused together, I wondered how they’d first discovered how much they enjoyed sex together in spite of them both being into girls.  Perhaps some drunken fooling around together in their digs at uni lead to boxers being groped and then cocks getting sucked.  Or maybe Marcus had told Jake about the stuff he’d done at school with Kiernan and they’d agreed, as casually as two mates setting up a night out, to play around with each other when their girlfriends weren’t about.

“Okay,” Jake whispered when they’d finished their little smooch.  “Fuck me dead hard so it really makes a stink… and, Shane, you wank your dick off and waft your bulb towards the door so my dad can smell it!”

Marcus pushed Jake’s back lower, grabbed him hard by both shoulders and started rooting his arse as roughly as he could.  The strong smell of male bumming quickly filled the air of Jake’s bedroom and my cock swelled upwards at how crude and sexy it stunk.  I directed by cock towards the door and started jerking my foreskin back and forth across the slimy head, hoping the sharp muskiness of my dick would have a chance of competing with the raw pungence of Jake’s butt-fucked arse.

“Oh, that’s too easy,” Uncle Rob laughed from outside Jake’s bedroom door. “I’d hoped you boys would set me more of a challenge!”

“Come on, then,” Jake called out to his dad from where he was bent over with his face just above his pillow.  “Who’s getting his butt paddled… and who’s bashing his prick off at how awesome it looks!”

“I’d recognise the smell of my son’s rump being mounted without any difficulty,” my uncle said, “and that was before I’d had my face buried into it!”

“Nice one,” Jake chuckled.  “A solid ten points to open with…”

“As for the masturbator… the head of his penis is contributing quite sharply to the scent, but it’s not too strong and only delicately cheesy… so I’m guessing that my nephew is the one who’s standing ‘purving’, to use his own antipodean term!”

“Get in there!” Jake called out, as if he was watching his team score a goal on the telly.  “Twenty points for starters… okay, let’s up the ante a bit…”

He and Marcus disentangled themselves and Marcus used a few tissues to clean off his dick.  Dude sex could be very messy, I noticed, and I was sure that sex with girls would never produce this level of gunge or stink. But I had to agree with what Jake had told me early on in our exploits: the strong, bawdy smell of boys doing it up the butt with each other wasn’t in any way disgusting or a turn-off, but was instead a serious part of its appeal.

I didn’t know if it was the intimacy thing that Jake and his dad had gone on about, or whether it was just that the stink and the mess made it seem a bit naughty and that in itself was exciting and hot.

Jake whispered, “Okay, I’m gonna wank off… he might not recognise my bell-smell so easily because I’ve been wearing Shane’s keks.  You two decide who’s gonna fuck who… either way, it’s gonna be harder for him to figure out…”

Me and Marcus grinned at each other.  We could both see that we’d prefer to be the one doing the giving.

In the end, I offered that I’d bend over for him.

“Aw, yeah… that’d be great, dude,” he smiled, patting me gratefully on the forearm.  “As long as I can stop myself from cumming!”

“You’ve got to let me do you, though,” I made plain.  “In the next round, I mean…”

When his eyebrows arched upwards in surprise I chuckled, “There’s no such thing as a free ride up this Aussie’s bushtucker trail!”

I got on Jake’s bed and undid my belt and fly so I could pull the back of my jeans down.  Marcus shuffled up behind me and I felt his hot fat jeb poking between my cheeks.  It still felt slimy from where it had been up Jake’s butt and there was still enough gunk smeared down it that he didn’t need to lube himself up again.

I swung my head round to peer over my shoulder at him and said, “Go slowly, mate, I haven’t taken much up there yet!”

“Oh yeah?” he grinned.  “I’ve heard that one before, buddy!”

Then I bent over, supporting myself on Jake’s mattress and he rubbed his cock head up and down inside my trench until he’d found the entrance to my bum.  Once I’d gasped and laughed just like Jake had – the butt sex version of ‘come on in’ maybe – he started working his dick up into my arse.

At first it felt uncomfortable to have his cock sliding up there.  Even though his mongrel wasn’t as long or as thick as Jake’s, perhaps the angle I was at or the slight swelling around my pucker made it more awkward for him to enter me compared to when my cousin had done it.  It took us nearly a full minute for him to work his rod all the way up my wastepipe, by which time Jake was hissing out, “Come on you guys… hurry the fuck up already! My dad’ll be dozing off out there, the time you’re taking!”

Eventually Marcus’ pubes were tickling my crack and I could feel his two grape-sized balls pressing into both butt-cheeks.  I turned to him again and smiled, “That’s feeling okay now…”

“You just need practice, Shane… loads of it, I reckon…”

I chuckled, “And you’d be happy to help me out on that score, I’d bet?”

“‘Course I would, mate,” he grinned and started sliding his cock slowly back out of my guts.  “Any time you like!”

I got a whiff of my own arse, wafting up from where my sludge was being pulled out of me by his shaft, and the two of us beamed broadly together at the arrival of our new-born fuck-stink.

“Come on you pair,” Jake whispered impatiently.  “Start banging him hard… my dad’s gotta be able to smell that stink all the way out there!”

“You ready for this?” Marcus smirked down from where he was kneeling behind me.

I nodded and he started rooting me quite hard and I couldn’t help but call out, “Jesus… fuck… yeah!”

Jake shushed me but Marcus just laughed and started hammering my butt more quickly, using the full length of his cock to roughly pound through my hole.  I swung my neck around to face him, gasping with how intense his impassioned intrusion felt, and said up to him, “How the fuck have I been wankin’ off all these years without havin’ something shoved up my arse!”

He laughed even more broadly and leaned over my back, grabbing me around the chest to steady my body against his thrusts.  I turned to face forwards again, pushing my arse back in time with his hips, and we did it together hunched like that, like two dogs frantically going at it both facing forwards.

I could smell the rising crassness of Marcus’ hard-on pistoning in and out of my cruddy tunnel, and I called up to my him, “Oh, Jesus… do I stink like fuck havin’ my arse bummed?”

“Kind of, yeah,” he chuckled back, “but in a totally good way!  Each guy has his own funky smell when he’s getting back-slammed!”

Jake chortled over, jerking his big dick off, “Keep doing it like that… it fucking reeks!”

“You reckon your dad’ll be able to smell it?” I panted, amazed at how aroused I was getting from stinking the room out with the smell of my shitter being so roughly shafted.

“Dad… next door… the whole street, probably!” Jake grinned.  “They’ll be coming round in a minute to complain about the stink!”

I laughed at how sordid we were being, feeling my rock hard wanger weeping strings of clear drool down from its slit onto Jake’s crumpled doona.

“Okay, dad,” I heard Jake call out.  “Get sniffing buddy!”

I glanced back and saw that my cousin was stroking himself quickly, wafting the head of his cock towards his bedroom so his dad could catch a few whiffs of his wank-odour.

Uncle Rob’s voice called in through the open door, “Well, the biggest wanker in the room – and not for the first time in his life – is my son and heir.”

“How did you smell that over the stink of their rutting?” Jake chuckled.

“I’ve been telling you this for years, Jake… you don’t wash underneath your foreskin enough,” his father chastised him.  “It’s always brutally obvious when you’re masturbating, no matter how subtle you think you’re being!”

Marcus and I laughed, in spite of how much we were enjoying rutting together as Jake had called it.

“Okay, “Jake went on, “so for forty points, who’s drilling who?”

“Who’s drilling whom, Jake,” I heard his dad correct him.  Evidently correct grammar was important when describing anal sex.

“It’s a very bracing odour,” his dad began his answer.  “Unashamedly rectal… almost defiantly crude.  I’ve never smelled such mouthwatering baseness when you and Marcus have been enjoying each other’s company… so I’m guessing it’s my nephew’s wonderfully ill-mannered rear that’s currently sharing with us its brazen delights!”

I laughed and called out, “In plain Aussie English are you sayin’ it’s Shane who’s havin’ his arse shagged?”

Uncle Rob chortled back.  “That was the gist of it…”

“Well you’ve just earned yourself another ten points!”

My uncle pushed open his son’s bedroom door and came into the room, peering over at Marcus hunched over my back.

“Oh my gosh!” he gasped at the way we were bumming like two dogs going at it, and then smiled and called over to us, “What a truly breathtaking sight you boys make!”

He went to stand next to Jake whose hand was still bashing up and down his prick, sniffed the air a few times before declaring, “Your sexual odour is most stimulating, Shane!”

Then, without excuse or apology, he unzipped his fly and pulled his hugely swollen erection to curve upwards from the front of his trousers.  He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and started masturbating in time with his son, the two of them standing side-by-side pumping their hands up and down their over-sized schlongs.

As Marcus held onto my chest and pounded my butt with all the urgency and gracelessness of a humping dog, my throbbing cock started twitching and my balls started tingling.  It felt so exciting to be sodomised so animalistically in front of my uncle and his son as they wanked themselves off at the sight of my yawning brown hole having another boy’s cock jabbing tirelessly in and out through it.

Uncle Rob observed to Jake as they jerked off together, “It’s captivating, isn’t it…. like watching beasts of the field… one driving his great phallus so frantically into the other’s eager orifice!”

“Yeah, it’s like smelling beasts of the field too,” Jake laughed, his hand doing the exact same motion that his dad’s was on his dick.  “I’ve never smelled such a raunchy fuck… well, maybe that one time you did it with that Polish dude…”

I suddenly pulled forwards from Marcus and let out a low, rasping fart as his cock slurped out my bum.

“Oh,” murmered Uncle Rob.  “I was enjoying that!”

He and Jake looked over at me, their eyes wide with surprise and disappointment, and their hands slowed and stopped like they’d just been unplugged.

I almost fell off the bed and grabbed some tissue to wipe my butthole with. Still panting I told them, “Officially, okay… the game hasn’t finished so the three of us need to get into a new position…”

“And unofficially?” Uncle Rob asked with interest.

“Unofficially,” I went on, my breathing starting to recover, “I was about nut off all over Jake’s doona… so I figured it might be the best time to cark it!”

“Oh nice one, cuz!” Jake laughed.  “You should have just gone for it and squirted everywhere!”

He went over to grope under his bed to find a new box of tissues for Marcus who was complaining about how ‘rancid’ his dick now was.  Uncle Rob came over to me and peered at me curiously.

“But you weren’t even touching your penis, Shane,” he said quietly with his own cock still pulsing upwards from his fly.  “Were you really on the point of reaching your climax?”

“Yeah, it’s weird isn’t it,” I nodded back at him.  “I never even had a wet dream before, and now here I am two flicks from havin’ a hands-free spooge just ’cause the two of us were stinkin’ out the room!”

“So you now admit that bum-smells can be a fun part of having sex with your own gender?”

“Bloody oath I do!” I laughed.  “I’m realisin’ it’s kinda integral to it!”

Uncle Rob smiled, his eyes showing his pride.  “I’m so pleased that staying with us is helping you discover so much about your sexuality… considering how confining your dad’s influence has been…”

I grinned back at him.  “This is so amazing, Uncle Rob.  I’m loving every second of staying with you guys…”

“Well perhaps, then,” he said more loudly as Marcus had finished cleaning himself up and Jake was looking over at our conversation, “we should start round three and see if I can deliver a hat-trick!”

Uncle Rob went back outside of Jake’s bedroom, his face as red as the head of his dick at how overheated the game was making him.

Jake got us together and whispered, “How about we make it really difficult for him this time?  The three of us shag in a row… two butts getting poked at once!”

“Fuckin’ corker!” I gaped.  “And we’ve already agreed on our positions…”

Marcus grinned at me, remembering the conversation we’d had when we’d wanked off over his stag night movie.  “Looks like you get your turn now, Shane!”

The three of us got on the bed together, daks yanked down around our thighs, with Marcus out front, me in the middle and Jake lubing himself up as he brought up the rear.

Marcus bent forwards and I finally got to work my dick up between his two pale buttocks.  All the feelings I’d had when I’d first done it to Jake washed over me again: a sense of how meaningful it was to be joined to another dude like this and how exciting it felt to have his arse muscles squeezing so powerfully around my big bulky cock.

“Jesus strewth!” I cried out when my two big low-hangers were pressing hard against the backs of his tighter nutsack.  “This is so amazing!”

Marcus turned and grinned up at me from where he was squatting low.  “You are such a fucking top, bud!” he laughed.

“A top who’s about to be a bottom too,” Jake said from behind me, pushing his fattened drummer between my cheeks and jabbing it insistently against my swollen backpipe.

“Quieten down,” I whispered with a grin.  “You’ll give the game away!”

“Bend over a bit,” my cousin instructed me in a quieter voice when his cock met with resistance trying to slide its way into my behind.  “You need to stick your bum out for me to get my dick up it… once I’m up there we can all push ourselves up again and fuck chest to back.”

I bent over Marcus and felt Jake’s cock stretch my arsehole open as his broad helmet squeezed through it.  His meat was much thicker and longer than his friend’s and it was more of a struggle to work it up my doof.

I realised that bending over was actually a hot part of buddy sex.  It offered the most private part of your body up to another guy to be intimate with, and it was a position that was totally different from anything a dude would get into when he was playing around with a girl.  I think it was that second part that I liked most – a boy sticking his bum out for his lover was unique to the times when he was having fun with another boy.

Once he’d pushed his cock right up me I felt his heavy balls swinging into mine.  He slid it out again then back in, repeating the motion several times, chuckling, “My, we are a stinky boy, aren’t we Shane?”

Then he pulled me up by the chest so that I was upright in front of him and I did the same to Marcus so that the three of us were kneeling upwards in a row.  It felt somehow hot that we were all still fully clothed with just our jeans hitched down, our bare hips and bums pressing firmly together.

“Right, you fuck him, cuz, and you wank my dick off with your arse.” Jake’s breath felt sticky with beer as he whispered into the back of my neck.

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ cool, guys!” I laughed as I started bucking my hips back and forth.  The sensation was immediately intense.  Having one boy’s chuff clamping around your cock while another guy’s big bonk slides in and out of your butt has to be one of the most incredible feelings possible.

“Aw Jesus… this is fuckin’ bottler!” I called out.

“Quieten down, dude!” Marcus chuckled, before accidentally farting around the thrusting of my cock.

I grabbed Marcus by the hips and Jake held onto me by mine, as I quickened the thrusting of my cock and arse between my two lovers’ waists.  Our sex was making loud slapping noises but better than that it soon started to smell really pungently of our two bums getting fucked.

Marcus’ butt was much rougher than I expected.  Shafting his cutter sent out a powerful masculine ripeness, thick and savoury and with a lovely locker-room bumminess.  This was the stink of dude sex at its absolute best!  I loved how its crude earthiness was making my mouth water and how the harsh anal blasts that would sometimes waft up from it would make my cock harden like steel and my head spin like a jumbuck.

My own arse reeked to high fuck as well.  Jake’s bigger cock was really loosening my crud up and the glistening shaft of it would kick out a hell of a whiff everytime I slammed my bum forwards.

Jake giggled, “Aw yeah!  This stinks worse than the tent I shared with five dudes at the Nass Festival last summer!”

“I thought you went there with Ellie,” Marcus panted, loving the feel of my big cudger ramming in and out of his crack.  “Didn’t the two of you bunk up?”

“Naah, there wasn’t much space left… I had to share with some guys while Ellie went in with the girls.”

“How did you all make such an odour?” I gasped.

“How the fuck do you think?” he chortled.  “While Ellie was sleeping soundly with the gals… Jakey and the boys were bumming their knobs sore!”

“Oh my gosh!” Uncle Rob called in.  “The odour you boys are making is so forthright… so wonderfully powerful!”

“Okay, which way round are we?” Jake replied.  “Who’s doing whom?” he asked, emphasizing his corrected grammar.

“I have no idea,” Uncle Rob faltered.  “The sheer stink of it would suggest your bum’s somehow involved, Jake, but the smells are all wrong… much more beefy and solid…”

“Can you smell Shane’s arse?” Marcus asked as I bucked my hips more roughly and let out a fart when Jake’s fat jeb-end pushed up me too deep.

“Yes, I can smell my nephew’s richly seasoned aromas… most stimulating, actually!  But there’s more to it than that… there’s the fuller flavour your pert rump, Marcus… alluringly muddy… deliciously creamy… I’m going to have to see what an earth’s going on in there!”

He pushed his way into the room and laughed at the sight of us, kneeling down on Jake’s bed and lined up for a three-way fuck.

“Oh, no wonder I couldn’t figure it out!” he grinned.  “Good grief, you boys look perfectly stunning!”

He grabbed the hard-on that was still poking out through his fly and started wanking it off as he watched the three of us cavort.

“Come on, work those hips, Shane!” he called over to us as he slammed his foreskin up and down his thick shaft.  “Bend Marcus over… pull his bum towards you… really pound those athletic buns!”

I did as my uncle told me, pushing my blond lover’s upper body down onto Jake’s mattress and grabbing him hard by the hips so I could drive my cock in long, rapid sweeps in and out of his gaping crack.  His elbow started shuddering as he wanked his dick off and he called out, “Yeah, Shane… bum me!  Bum me up the arse!”

Jake wrapped his arms around my chest to force my hole further down onto his own thick tool and the sensation of his bulbous helmet pushing so deeply up into my bowels had me crying out from how exquisite it was.  I started cumming, filling Marcus’ brown tunnel up as my balls emptied themselves in spasms, until thick gobs of my spunk were squirting out from his shitter the way it had over-filled Jake’s butt the previous night.

Marcus hit his own orgasm while I was still bucking my hips and firing spoo up his leaking baster.  He gasped into Jake’s bedding as his arse muscles clenched in waves around my shaft, sending me into a second surge of spunking which didn’t exactly help lessen the gunge exploding from his hole.

Breathless, I collapsed over Marcus’ back, the endless pounding of my hips now slowing to a stop.  I caught my breath with his lovely blond curly hair tickling my forehead and felt Jake behind me pull his big cock out of my vastly widened tush.

Jake started frantically wanking himself, muttering, “If you’re easily disgusted, keep your eyes well away from my cock!”

His dad hastily undid his trousers and yanked them down around his thighs, calling over to where me and Marcus were slumped, “Come on, you two… help me out over here!”

He started masturbating his huge cock again as we got up off the bed to help stimulate him to climax.  He grinned at us, tugging his foreskin back and forth as quickly as he could, and said, “One out front… one around the back…!”

Marcus took what he probably thought was the better option and knelt down in front of Uncle Rob to flick his tongue against his bell-end as he roughly fisted his dick.  I went around the back of my uncle and he gasped, “Pull the back of my briefs down, Shane… finger my hole!”

I smiled at him.  I could do better than that!

I knelt down behind him and pressed my face into the back of his white Calvin undies.  I sniffed in his crack, where they’d been rubbing up against his puckered oval all day, and gasped at how exciting they smelled – ripe and raunchy and reeking of my uncle’s funk.

“Oh my God, Uncle Rob!” I called up to him.  “The back of your briefs smells so hot… right where your arsehole is!”

“Aw fuck yeah!” Jake chortled from his bed where he was wanking off. “Sniff his skanky pants… right where they’ve been wedged up his dookie…!”

I looked over at him, smirking, and suddenly saw what he meant when he’d said not to look at his cock.  It was very copiously lubed as he jerked his foreskin up and down, but the glistening stickiness thickly coating its head and shaft had clearly been clinging to it when he pulled it out from my bum.

He grinned at me broadly when he saw my surprise at the state of his dick as he roughly wanked it off.  Then, wanting to shock me and no doubt turn himself on further, he stopped pumping it and instead directed the big brown head of it upwards towards his face.  Then he ducked his head down towards it, really craning his neck, and extended his tongue fully so he could lick around the dirty slit.

He sat upright again and beamed at the awed expression I must be pulling, before grabbing the shaft of it to beat himself off even faster and calling over to me, “Come on… pull his cacks down and get your face stuck in!”

I did as he said and pulled the back of my uncle’s briefs down.  His two round buttocks loomed in front of me looking huge and intimidating and between them was his densely furry crack.  The thick wiry black hair was beaded with his sweat and I could tell from the whiffs I was getting that it was full of fascinating tastes and smells.

I heard Uncle Rob tell me, “Shane, you don’t have to…” but my face was nevertheless quickly pressing in between his cheeks.  The hot stuffiness between them was moist and cloying but it smelled so amazing that I could feel my cock starting to twitch back to life.  There was a gritty richness to it – a lovely manly muskiness – and I pushed my face more deeply between his pudgy arse-cheeks to fully immerse my nose and mouth within his stifling crack carpet.

I felt Uncle Rob’s body shuddering faster as he beat his dick off more roughly against Marcus’ tongue.

I heard Jake call out, wanking his own dick at full-crank, “Go on… lick my dad’s arsehole… get your tongue pushed right up his tight little turd-shaft…!”

I felt Uncle Rob’s free hand around the back of my head as he guided my face down towards his entrance that was anything but tight or little.  I lapped at it keenly, loving how hot his slimy ring felt and fascinated by how bitingly acrid it tasted.  My cock was back up on full-bone – I loved that it was! – and I grabbed it tightly to fist its stinking shaft, finding out how nice it felt to jerk off like Jake was using another boy’s butt drool as brown-coloured lube.

“That’s it boys,” Uncle Rob panted as I sucked on his big, blokeish butthole.  “I’m about to cum…”

As Jake started gasping and his dad’s body started shuddering, I heard my uncle call down to us as his eager attendants.  “Drink my seed, Marcus… swallow it down… and Shane… eat me deeply… feed from my anus!”

I hit my second climax right then, guzzling hungrily at everything Uncle Rob’s gloopy gash could give me.  I think it was the fact that I could cum twice in a row so quickly which was what surprised my uncle most of all afterwards.

About what we’d just done his verdict was, “My, we have been a little naughty this evening!”  On seeing that my cock had white ropes hanging from it, he chortled with astonishment, “Goodness me, Shane!  You Australian lads certainly have a lot of stamina!  Must be all the sun and surfing…”

As we were starting to clean up and I was wiping away the last of my second cumming as it beaded from my slit, Jake came over to me and leaned in for a kiss.  Uncle Rob and Marcus both stopped what they were doing and peered at the two of us deeply necking together, our tongues exploring each other and our lips curved upwards in a delighted smirk.

“God that was hot!” Jake gasped when he finally staggered back for breath.

“Fuckin’ A man!” I managed to articulate when I finally came back to my senses.

“You tasted my butt earlier,” Jake grinned over at his dad.  “Now I just tasted yours and it was horny as fuck!”

Uncle Rob chuckled uncertainly, unclear as to whether to be pleased or worried that his son found the taste of what was lurking in his bum-crack so appealing.

“I can see why you were noshing my dad’s dumpster so deeply,” Jake told me, swirling his tongue around the inside of his mouth to get the full effect of the flavour I’d given him.  “It’s really bitter… as strong as dark chocolate… but sort of nutty too… a bit like burnt almonds, maybe…”

“Don’t go chowing down on daddy’s arse-crack when he’s asleep, Jake!” Marcus laughed.

And I was laughing along with them too even though I felt disappointed that it had been his dad’s arse rather than my mouth that Jake had found so exciting.

So anyway, all that explains why we didn’t have the threesome we’d planned after lights-out that night.  By two in the morning, after we’d finally finished off cleaning up the mess we’d made, we just ended up slumped under Jake’s doona in a heap.  When Uncle Rob came in to wish us goodnight he laughed at how totally bummed-out we looked, asking us to forgive the pun, and then told us for about the twentieth time how great it was for us to be staying with him.

But next morning, when my uncle came back into Jake’s bedroom to say good morning to the three of us, the sight of what we we’d got ourselves into by then made his eyes gape open and even he couldn’t stop himself from gasping with surprise.


Part 3

Over breakfast, while my Uncle Rob was describing the sight that had greeted him when he’d opened our bedroom door that morning, he said the first thing that struck him was the snarl on my face.

“The snarl?” Marcus had asked.  “Don’t you mean smirk?”

“No, Shane was definitely snarling,” Uncle Rob chuckled over at us, pouring some milk on his cornflakes.  “Eyes wide, teeth bared, lips drawn back into a primitive, animalistic snarl!”

“I was only dimly aware that you’d come into the room,” I chortled, opting for Coco Pops to fill my bowl with.  “I was just way too far gone!”

“From your face I assumed you to be in sheer agony,” Uncle Rob said.  “I looked down your body as you squatted there on the edge of Jake’s bed and saw that you were masturbating furiously even though your penis had already discharged itself bountifully across your stomach and thighs -”

“Oh yeah!” I giggled.  “That’s a bit of a thing I do…”

“Then I peered lower down to your testicles, bobbing wildly between your legs -”

“Still looking enormous, I bet,” Jake guffawed, “even though he’d just fired off such a massive load!”

“And then lower still,” Uncle Rob went on, “down to the two penile shafts, pressed tightly together to make one grotesquely thick girth, which were directed upwards and which you were pleasuring frantically with your bottom.”

“So that’s when you realised why he was snarling…?” Marcus grinned after taking a mouthful from his coffee.

“Quite,” Uncle Rob grinned.  “That it wasn’t from agony… very much the contrary.  That it was the sheer ecstacy of being so extensively penetrated by both my son and his lover’s erections at the same time!”

“Male lover,” Jake corrected him.

“Oh yes, that’s right,” Uncle Rob smirked at his son.  “I was forgetting about Ellie, the elusive girlfriend.”

“Then what happened?” I asked, having little memory as my head had been so overwhelmed by pleasure.

Uncle Rob chuckled.  “You started whimpering frantically… short high-pitched bursts gasping from your lungs… and then your penis, still being ferociously pounded by your fist, started erupting for what I assume to be a second seminal release.”

“That’s quite a trick you’ve got there,” Jake grinned at me, reaching for more orange juice.  “I can suck my own dick, you can spooge off twice in a row… I dunno which is the better superhero skill!”

“It’s something I’ve always been able to do ever since I started beating off,” I shrugged, smiling at the three of them.  “I’ve got to be really turned-on to be able to shoot twice in a row and back in Brissy, as you can probably imagine, that doesn’t happen very often!”

Uncle Rob laughed over at me.  “And yet you’ve done it two days running with Jake and Marcus!”

“Yeah!” I laughed back.  “I might even manage three cuff-offs in quick succession at this rate!”

At home it was quite rare that I would go up to my room to jerk off and then, straight after wiping off, bone right back up again and give my dick a second flogging.  When it did happen it was usually after an afternoon surfing, dagging around with the guys and finding myself really horny when I got home.  Once it had happened after a footie game at college when we’d all been messing about in the lockerroom, whipping each other’s butts with our towels and trying to grope at each other’s semis.

Marcus munched his muesli glumly and whined, “I haven’t got a superhero skill…”

“Yes, you have,” Jake said.  “You’ve got that thing you do.”

“What thing?”

“You know… that thing,” Jake laughed.

“I don’t know what you’re on about!” Marcus shrugged, amused and confused in equal measure.

“Okay, since you’ve made me spell it out… the thing where you push your dick back under your balls and work the end of it up your own bunghole!”

“Oh my God!” I laughed.  “That is just too cool!  Why didn’t you show me…?”

Now that I thought about it, his knob was pretty long when it was limp and his arsehole was really low down in his crack, practically just behind his nuts.  With a few minor contortions, probably in his bedroom as a teen, he’d discovered he could actually butt-fuck himself!

“It’s not that exciting,” Marcus smiled over at me.  “I’ve got to be totally limp or else it doesn’t work and, even then, I can only just squeeze the head of my cock inside.”

“It must look awesome, though,” I marvelled back at him.  “Seeing you with your legs wide open and your wang curved round with the end of it plugged up your own arse!  That’d be so hot, mate!”

Marcus grinned at my enthusiasm.  “The trouble is, though, once it’s up there, the feel of it makes me bone up.  As soon as my cock starts getting stiff, it pops straight back out again.”

“Have you ever shown a girlfriend you can do that?” Uncle Rob asked, finishing off his cereal.  “I once showed one of mine a particular trick I can do…”

“One of my earliest girlfriends, yeah,” he nodded.  “She was horrified by it… she called me a freak of nature and told me to never do it again. Since then I’ve only shown other dudes my little… er… party piece!”

“Similar reaction here,” Uncle Rob smiled.

“It can be good to get things started between me and another guy if he’s staying over with me,” Marcus added.

“How’s that work then?” Jake asked him.

“You know… ‘You wanna see this thing I can do?’… ‘Oh wow, that’s cool! Does it feel kinda weird?’… ‘No it feels nice, that’s why it pops out!’… ‘Oh right, I see… maybe we could try something else that won’t pop out’… that kind of scenario!”

We all laughed and Uncle Rob asked, “Is that actually successful as a chat-up technique?”

“It’s worked a couple of times,” Marcus grinned.  “This other time, the lad tried it on himself and found that he was flexible enough to keep his dick up there even when he was fully hard.  He started sliding it in and out of his butt, the two of us laughing… until we both got a surprise when he squirted a bucketload of jizz out of his hole!  I mean, it was disappointing that he’d finished off so quickly… but it was hot to watch him cumming out of his arse with a really doofy look on his face!”

We got on with our breakfast, the room busy and playful, with Uncle Rob heating some water to poach some eggs and Marcus and I spooning some baked beans into a bowl to be microwaved.  We would soon be heading out for the day but I loved the banter we had together in the kitchen: a very sweet man enjoying the company of his three young companions, all chatting and laughing at the fun we were having together.


I awoke because the mattress I was sleeping on was bouncing rhythmically. When I opened my eyes I was facing the door and, as Jake and Marcus were behind me, I assumed that one of them must have woken up horny and was giving his dick a hasty tugging.

I rolled over to see what was going on and realised my two friends were in the middle of a ‘good morning’ butt-fuck.  Jake was upright and kneeling behind, roughly ploughing his thick shaft in and out of Marcus’ cheeks who was bending over on all fours.  Both faced forwards and both had expressions that were pretty much without emotion.

“G’day,” I croaked to Jake when he glanced down and saw that I was awake and watching them.  I smiled to show how much I liked seeing my cousin start his day with a good hard bum-job.

Jake gestured down at the arse he was rooting with his big cock not missing a beat.

“You want some of this?” he asked with the same enthusiasm as if he was offering me a swig from his Coke.

I wasn’t sure if he was suggesting I bend over alongside his friend to get serviced by my cousin’s crud-smeared dick or whether he was asking if I wanted to have a turn on the blond guy.

“No, I’m good,” I smiled.  “I’ll just watch you guys.”

He faced forwards again and his hard, fast rooting of his mate’s chuff continued.  His technique was mechanical and both of their faces were impassive.  There was none of the usual fun in their sex and there was sure as hell no passion.  It was like Jake had woken up with a boner and, since he happened to have a mate in the bed with him, he was using his arse in preference to wanking himself off.  And Marcus was just dutifully taking it, his indifferent cock hanging limp between his legs, hardly even working his body in time with his buddy’s as he had his gaping backdoor relentlessly pounded.

I realised there must be two types of dude sex which were indulged in by lads like Jake and Marcus who considered themselves primarily straight.

There was the ‘recreational’ variety which was enjoyed when boys felt horny and up for messing around together.  That was the type I liked as it was fun and boisterous, wanking each other’s big doofed-up dicks off, wrestling on the bed and trying to suck each other’s cocks, rimming each other’s hot puckers and then taking turns to fuck each other up the butt.  It was playful and lively and it seemed the more guys you could get doing it, the more fun everyone would have.

What Jake was now doing to Marcus looked more like ‘functional’ sex.  He was using his buddy’s trench as a cum dumpster, bumming him as roughly as he could to make himself nut off.  Afterwards they’d get dressed and go out together as two mates, and later, if Marcus felt horny but Jake didn’t, my cousin would return the favour by hitching the back of his boxers down and letting his friend do him equally dispassionately up the bunghole, taking it patiently until his mate had emptied his bollocks.

I didn’t want my sex with other guys to be like this.  I wanted it to be full of banter and horseplay; for there to be passion between us and laughter together.  I suppose I wanted hitting the sack with another dude to feel ‘brotherly’ if that doesn’t sound too weird!

I was keen to push things back in that direction between Jake and Marcus. I didn’t like seeing my two buddies enduring sex together like they were performing some kind of bodily function, so I moved over towards Marcus’ dangling cock and said, “Move this way a bit.”

He swivelled around towards and I took his droopy cudger into my mouth.  I quickly consumed the whole of his warm withered rod, sweeping my tongue under his foreskin and tasting the sharp pissiness of his shrivelled helmet, and almost immediately I felt it stirring into life.

“Ah yeah,” he sighed, “suck my cock while he fucks me!”

Like the idea of that hadn’t occurred to me!

He held the back of my head with one hand, supporting himself bending over with the other, as I started working my lips up and down his rapidly thickening shaft.  It had soon lengthened so much it was jabbing at my tonsils and making me gag, so I withdrew from him a bit and worked on pleasuring the top half of his steadily rising manhood.

I noticed that his body was now flexing in time with Jake’s thrusts.  He was getting more into the hard fudging his arse was getting, enjoying the feel of being so roughly buggered now that his cock was stiffening up.

“Oh god, yeah… that feels so good!” he gasped, and I wasn’t sure whether he was directing that at the blowie I was giving him or the slamming his arse was receiving.

I slurped at his chopper more forcefully now that it was nearly fully chubbed-up and its slit dribbled thick salty fluid as if in thanks.

“Come on, fuck me Jake!” he panted, grinding his body hard against his lover’s driving hips.  “Fuck my arse dead rough, like I’m your bitch!”

Jake chuckled and started banging him harder and faster and I moved my mouth down from his mongrel to lick both of his heavy swinging balls.  The smell between his legs was much stronger and more seedy from where my cousin’s engorged shaft was pumping frantically in and out of the hot muddy tunnel just behind.  I sniffed at it hungrily, loving the crude severity of Marcus’ brutally stoked arse, and extended my tongue up between his thighs to lick along the hairy ridge leading to his hole.

“Aw yeah!” he cried out, grabbing his cock to start wanking it.  “Rim my butt while he fucks it!”

I pushed my face towards my cousin’s thick cock as it pounded relentlessly back and forth through his opening.  Jake’s huge hairy nuts started slapping against my chin and I sniffed inquisitively at this most private of acts.  The smell here was awesome – reeking of the most powerful of boy-stinks while being thick and clammy with the sweat from Jake’s balls – and I inhaled it in great gulps.  I reached down to start wanking myself now that my own cock was standing upwards with its head throbbing urgently.

“Lick it!” Marcus commanded.  “Lick my arsehole where his cock is sliding in and out!”

I stretched my tongue up into the crevice and licked around the taut muscular ring of Marcus’ thinly stretched hole.  It felt fragile and delicate, even though the taste was everything but, and it wept a thick sticky ooze that I let trickle into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue at it, teasing it as it fed with me with its wonderfully acrid dribble, and heard Marcus gasp as his body started to shudder in time with the rhythm of his wrist.

“Now lick my cock!” Jake called down to me.  “And swing your body round this way so I can finger your butt!”

I swivelled towards him and felt him groping between my cheeks to find where my tukhus was lurking among my fuzzy crack hair.  At the same time, I swept my tongue around the base of his broad girth, tasting the hot slime that was smeared along the thick ridge on the underside of his shaft.  The taste was brutal but electrifying – liquified butt-fuck intoxicating my taste buds – and I gorged myself on it, lapping my tongue upwards for more, as Jake plunged his organ endlessly back and forth.

He located my own Aussie bunghole and raised his hand up to his mouth to smear his fingers with spit.  Then he returned it back between my two bubble cheeks and slid two or three of them up me, taking up a firm rapid rhythm as he frigged off my chuff.

Marcus pushed himself upright and Jake shifted his position so that the two of them were squatting one behind the other.  They opened their legs wider to give me better access to where the cock was driving in and out of the dumpster, and I heard them kissing together as I feasted on the exhilerating taste of their bodily connection.

This was more like it, I smiled to myself.  My two friends’ sex now had the passion and energy that had been so sorely absent.  My mission had been accomplished but my labours had only just started!

“Lick my bollocks,” Jake commanded.  “Then further back so you can rim my arse while I fuck him!”

I moved back to lap at his weighty balls while he pounded his buddy’s bushtucker.  His nads were full and swollen: he was definitely his father’s son when it came to how over-filled his nuts could get.

“Aw fuck, that’s good!” Jake called out as I swept my tongue across them as they swung heavily back and forth.  “Why’ve we never thought of doing this before, Marky-boy?  Having someone underneath us… licking our cocks, butts and bollocks while we’re fucking each other?”

Marcus chose not to answer as he was panting wildly from jerking himself at full throttle with Jake fucking him so violently up the butt.

I started easing my mouth back through Jake’s legs.  First, to the underside of his balls, so soft and supple compared to the hairier more saggy wrinkles out front.  And then to the ridge between his legs, bristling with hair and smelling so deliciously of his pungence; becoming more harsh and feisty as I worked my way towards his well-used opening.

“Oh yeah… give your tongue a trip to brown town!” Jake chortled as I lapped further back and pushed my tongue nearer to his hole.

My cousin’s hips started cracking loudly and rapidly against his friend’s two bubble cheeks.

Uncle Rob would no doubt be woken up by his ‘three boys’, as he called us, starting our Sunday with some raucous cock-and-bum.  He’d probably be enjoying a nice hard tug of his own listening to our noisy threesome in the next room to his, well aware that his son had his dick up his uni friend’s butt and that I had my face underneath them, my tongue tasting all their enticing flavours.

I teased Jake’s slimy ring with my tongue as he slammed his thick cock in and out of Marcus’ arse.  My cousin has a really big butt-hole – swollen and gaping from being fucked by so many other hung dudes – and I drew circles around it with my outstretched tip, tasting the delciously crude gunge that he must have farted out during the night.

“Fuck yeah!” he bellowed and pushed Marcus’ back roughly down.  Then he held his mate steady by the waist and started hammering his thick chub frantically and powerfully up through the tight grip of his arsehole.  I flicked my tongue against his puffy hoop, feeling it open wide as if inviting me in, and tasted the strong salty sourness of my cousin’s sweat as it poured down his back and mixed with the slimy sludge in his crack.

Jake clearly preferred a full-on tongue-fuck over a teasing rim-job, so he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face hard between his two muscular cheeks.

“Fucking eat me dude!” he called down to me urgently.  “Tongue me deep… lick my morning dump!”

I slobbered my tongue up into his hole and lapped it as fast as I could in and out of his gaping tunnel.  It was really cruddy inside and it tasted as ripe as the dudes’ dunny gets at college on a red hot day.  But I was so turned on by it I daren’t even touch my cudger in case I’d spooge off over the mattress.  It was full-on Jake-butt and because of that I loved the taste of it.  It was raw and rancid, but so rich with boy-stink that it was unbelievably horny!

“Aw fuck yeah!” Jake cried out.  “Taste it, Shaney!  Lap at my big hot turd!”

I pumped my tongue wildly in and out of his arsehole, feeling the tip of it grazing against something large and solid.

I knew that Uncle Rob would have heard what Jake had called out and that he would be aware that I was tonguing his son’s brown log up his butt, but I also knew that he’d wouldn’t be shocked by it.  I could imagine him smiling as he listened to us and his big cock swelling harder in his hand as he wanked it off more quickly thinking about me guzzling at Jake’s well-filled cacker.

I pulled off him and called up, “Mate, I so need to get fucked!”

Without the pair of them missing a beat, I crouched down and shuffled fowards in front of Marcus so I could offer him my tight little tush for his taking.

“Sweet!” Marcus chuckled before spitting on his woodie and lining it up with my pooper.  Then, as he started sliding it up me, he added, “I know you’re a top but Jesus I just love rooting your arse, Shane!”

He grabbed onto my hips just as Jake was holding him by his and then started briskly bucking his midrif back and forth to drub my bum while at the same time pumping Jake’s cock with his butt.

“Ah… ah… ah!” he gasped in time with his thrusts.  “This feels so fucking hot… getting it both ways!”

I pushed myself up to hold onto top of the bedframe and stared forwards at Jake’s Arctic Monkeys poster.  I was grinning and panting, loving the feel of being ploughed by a guy who was at the same time using his own arse to wank off the lad behind him.

Imagine doing this as part of a long row of butt-fuckers!  A whole football team of lads all joined together like a chain!

Marcus grabbed me more tightly and the loud clapping sounds of hips against butts became even more frantic as there were two pairs of cheeks being roughly walloped.

“Oh my God!” I called out, slamming my arse back against the pounding of his cock.  “This is fuckin’ corker!”

Marcus laughed and increased the rhythm and strength of his humping.

“Doin’ it with dudes is so cool!” I gasped.  “It’s like there’s always new stuff you can try!”

I suddenly wanted Uncle Rob to walk in and see us kneeling three-in-a-row as we fucked one behind the other on Jake’s creaking bed.  I wanted him to stand smiling in the doorway with the front of his pyjama bottoms raised high with the huge boner he’d been rubbing while he was listening to our sex.  I wanted the three of us to grin across at him as he watched us thrusting together in a rowboat and to see him sniffing appreciatively at the stink of two fudge-filled boy-butts getting so thoroughly trounced.

But Uncle Rob stayed put in his bedroom, no doubt with his cock out through his pyjama fly and giving himself an especially boisterous wrist-bashing. He’d be listening to our cavortions, well aware that we were having an especially rowdy morning threesome, and perhaps even in the next room he’d be able to smell the exciting odour of our back-to-back bumming.

“Clench it tighter, Marky-boy!” Jake urged him from the back.  “Come on, really fucking pump it, buddy… hard as you like!”

Marcus started grunting as he slammed his arse up and down’s my cousin’s massive man-dork.

“Ah yeah!” Jake cried out, loving the force of his friend’s frantic pummelling.  “Shit-crank it dude… get it shiny and brown!”

Marcus grabbed my shoulders and fucked me more roughly as he obliged Jake’s upright schlong with his squeezing bunghole.

I laughed out loud at how good it felt.  “This is so fuckin’ amazing… you’re doing us both at the same time!”

Marcus chuckled as he kept up the relentless bucking of his cock and butt. He managed to pant at the back of my head, “I reckon I learned from the best!”

Suddenly Jake pulled out of his mate and called over to me, “I wanna do you up the butt, Shane.  Squat down and I’ll hunch over your back like we’re a couple of dogs!”

I turned to peer at him over my shoulder, still getting shagged by his buddy, and said, “I’m so into this, though, Jake… Marcus’ cock is making me leak like fuck!”

Marcus grinned back at him, not missing a beat as his big hard-on thumped in and out of me.  “I got here first, mate!  Finder’s keepers!”

“Come on, I want my turn!” Jake insisted.  “He’s my cuz and he’ll be going back to Brisbane soon…”

“Tell you what then,” I offered, “why don’t I do you both, the way Marcus did those brothers on the movie?”

Marcus stopped his thrusting, surprised by my suggestion.  “You think you can fit two dicks up your arsehole?”

“We can try!” I smirked.  “If you guys lie together with your choppers sticking up, I’ll see if I can squat over you and take both of you at once.”

“Aw fuck, yeah!” Jake chortled, already repositioning himself on the bed. Marcus pulled out of me too and clambered over to lie the opposite way to Jake, so that their two big nutsacks were pushed tightly together and their ankles were up against each other’s shoulders.

They grabbed their chubs and pointed them upwards, figuring out the best way to align them so that they’d be able to penetrate me together.

While I admit I was taken aback by the thickness of the doubled-up shaft I was supposed to squat down on, I was even more amazed at how oblivious they were to the disgusting messiness that was thickly covering both of their boners.  They laughed together as they positioned their cocks this way and that, completely ignoring the fact that their bell-ends were caked with lumps of butt-sludge and that their shafts were smeared with glistening ropes of brown goo.

The room now hummed with bum-stink and the way they were getting all over themselves was making it ten times worse.

“The two heads have to be pressed together,” Jake was saying, with crud all over his fingers as he levelled their two dicks up so they were at the same height.  “He’ll love the feel of our two flanges rubbing up and down inside him.”

“No, you’ve got the longer cock, so you have to go in first,” Marcus countered, his own hands daubed with gunge as he showed Jake what he meant. “It’ll be easier for him if you open him up, then I’ll follow you in a couple of inches behind.”

“Bloody hell, guys!” I called out, reaching into Jake’s drawer to fish out the tube of lube I knew he kept there.  “Don’t you wanna clean up a bit… you’re getting mess all over you and it stinks like fuck!”

“Don’t get all prissy, Shane… it’s just a bit of dude-dook,” Marcus smiled at me, his eyebrows raised in surprise that I’d made an issue of it. “Things pretty often get muddy when you play around with guys first thing in the morning and their butts are still bunged up.”

Jake chuckled over at me too.  “Yeah, it’s not like doing it with girls, cuz… with boys you get to see and smell each other’s brown stuff… it becomes part of the fun!”

I finished lubing myself up and climbed on the bed to squat over their two pressed-together cocks.  “I’m just surprised how much there is… how you’ve got it all over your hands…”

“You can’t be that disgusted,” Marcus laughed.  “Most of it’s your own and I’ve smelt a lot worse!”

“Think of it as lube,” Jake suggested, reaching under me to smear some of the goop around my hole.  “There… that’s got you nice and slippery… the thicker gunge on our knobs will make them just slide smoothly in!”

Marcus did the same, working some of the crud back into my butt to help prepare my tunnel to be cleaved open by their two big prongs, and then I settled myself down on top of their soiled bell-ends, relaxing to open myself and allow them to enter as a couple.

It took a while, not to mention a lot of false starts, for me to get both of their cock heads up into my arse.  Jake’s was the bigger and I could easily take his on its own, but their combined girth was almost too wide for my novice hole to manage.  Eventually, after a lot of grunting, farting and a blast of lube-slackened doodie that the guys found hilarious, I got both of their helmets lodged into my straining ring.

“Jesus,” I called out, gasping from the soreness of my opening.  “It feels like I’m taking the mother of all dumps!”

“You get used to it,” Marcus said, the smile on his face telling me how much he was enjoying sharing my bum with his favourite friend Jake.  “Just take it steady and your arse will gradually adapt to the broader fuck.”

“So says the expert,” Jake laughed.  “The guy with the widest butt on campus!”

“Like you’ve never taken two dudes at once…” Marcus quipped back, peering around me to grin at Jake’s face at the opposite end of the bed.

My cousin shrugged.  “Actually I haven’t… but I once let this elephant-dicked Kenyan post-grad fuck me… kind of the same thing!”

I hunkered down so that their two big dongs worked into me inch by inch and, as Marcus had said, my bung-hole slowly got used to being so completely filled.  My own cock, which had softened a lot and was drooping down between my legs, began to twitch and thicken at the sensation of having my two buddies inside me.  Once I’d loosened up enough to start riding them properly, it was rising upwards again and the head was swelling back up to a shiny purple roundness.  As my confidence increased I quickened my rhythm, and soon I was roughly beating off a full throbbing boner as I bucked my arse frantically up and down their two upright schlongs.

“Fuckin’ ripper!” I cried out, loving the way they were both grinning and panting as I pumped their cocks together.  Jake reached under me to grope at my slamming butt-hole, as if wanting to feel how the two thick girths were straining it open to such an obscenely wide gape.  He ran his finger around the tightly stretched ring as I hammered it up and down over their pubic bushes, and the sensation made me whimper with pleasure as I wanked myself harder and faster.

My bollocks were aching from being slapped back and forth so aggressively against their hips and my wrist, but I ignored the pain and kept thrusting my arse as hard as I could down the shafts of my two lovers.  By now they were grunting, pushing their boners upwards and rubbing their helmets against each other as they fucked me together.

I looked at Jake who grinned at me in spite of how breathless he was and how much sweat was pouring from his forehead.  And then at Marcus who gasped, “Squeeze it, Shaney… squeeze your arsehole around our thick cocks!”

I only knew I was cumming when I felt a warm wetness splattering across my stomach and thighs.  I looked down and saw that my cock was roping thick jets of sticky whiteness out from its slit but kept spanking my dick at full crank, determined to ride out my orgasm and bring myself to a second ball-blast.

“Aw fuck, he’s blown off!” Jake called over to Marcus, more with amusement than disappointment.  “Jesus, it’s squirting everywhere!”

“Feed us with it!” Marcus commanded and I stopped wanking for a moment to get a load of my jizz all over my hands.

I reached across to them both, still drubbing their cocks with my arse, and they licked hungrily at my fingers, swallowing down the white goop I’d produced.

It felt so hot to have two guys eating my seed as they were both fucking me that I kept my hands at their lips long after their eager tongues had lapped them clean.

Then I grabbed my cock again and really went for it on them, bucking my hips like a hammer drill and beating my cock hard and fast.  The two of them were panting, slamming their cocks upwards against me and I let out a wet messy fart as I massaged them in spasms by clenching my arse muscles.

That’s when Uncle Rob walked into the bedroom, his eyes wide with delight and his mouth grinning with amusement.

“Good grief, boys!” he chuckled, as if gently chiding a tentful of naughty boy-scouts.  “What a magnificent stink the three of you are making!”

By now I was blown away with sheer pleasure – and I guess the grimacing expression on my face must have showed it – and I jerked myself as fast as I could knowing that another spooge-off was getting perilously close.

Uncle Rob came over to the bed and I noticed that his own huge cock was poking on full chub through his pyjama fly.  It swung from side to side as he walked across the room and its thick solid shaft was ringed with pink stripes from the tight grip of his fingers where he must have just been jerking it off.  The flagrant excitement of his organ showed that he hadn’t yet finished off and I think it was the sight of that – and the thought of leaning forwards and sucking on my uncle’s fat shiny helmet – that sent me into my second cumming.

Uncle Rob laughed as I spunked off again, although this time my outpourings were a lot less copious than the first.  His big purple cock head throbbed and hardened to a polished sheen as he watched my jizz flinging from my slit and then he said, “My, that’s quite a skill you’ve got there, Shane!”

I gasped, falling fowards, “I don’t think I can go in for a third… my butt’s too sore!”

As the two cocks were farted out of my massively splayed hole, my uncle said, “I can take things from here, young man… I can see they’re quite close…”

I clambered off the mattress, surprised to feel the cool air of the room inside the gaping cavern of my butt, as Uncle Rob crouched by the bed and wrapped his hand around the two upright cocks.  Like Jake and Marcus, he seemed totally untroubled by the thick coating of bum-sludge covering them both and instead just smiled warmly as he started wanking them off with the browness squelching through his fingers.

Jake guffawed, “Oh yeah, dad… jerk it, baby!”  And Marcus laughed too at the sight of father rubbing his son’s dick alongside his own.

In spite of the mess, not to mention the wet scrunching sounds of the two sloppy cocks being pumped, it didn’t seem that weird to see Uncle Rob yanking off Jake.  After all, Marcus’ boner was also in his hand and the fact it was the two of them, as mates, being masturbated together gave it a light-hearted feel like it was just a bit of mischievous fun.

I squatted down alongside Uncle Rob and reached for his big hard-on so I could wank him off too.

He grinned at me as my hand started sliding up and down his long, thick organ and muttered, “That’s nice, Shane… work up a strong steady rhythm… just like you do on your own…”

With my other hand, I reached into the back of his pyjamas and groped down his large solid buttocks to where I knew his swollen arsehole would be nestling between them.  Then I pressed a finger into his bristly crack hair and quickly found the swollen ring which, as I expected, welcomed me inside.

He smiled more broadly and said, “Oh yes… that’s even better… don’t be afraid to go deep!”

The walls of his tunnel were dryer than I’d expected so I pulled my hand out of his pyjamas and had a good lick of my fingers.  Even from just groping him, I could smell and taste the powerful odour he had between his cheeks and I smiled at him as I appreciated it, muttering, “I really love the manly smell of your bum, Uncle Rob.”

He chuckled at my admission and said, “In that case, you’re in for quite a treat… there’s often an abundance of manliness in it at this time of the morning!”

I laughed back and plunged my hand back down the seat of his pyjamas.  I quickly found his opening again and worked my wet fingers up into its velvety interior.  I could feel what he meant by the ‘abundance of manliness’ up there, but instead of being disgusted by its hot stickiness around my fingers, I found myself enjoying the harsh earthy stink that rose up from behind him as I started frigging him off.

“Ah… that’s nice, Shane,” he nodded, sniffing to enjoy the smell of his own arse being cuffed.  “Use my… er… natural slipperiness to keep things nice and smooth…”

We chuckled naughtily together as I used both hands on him front and back. Like Jake had said, a bit of the brown stuff during sex really could be part of the fun.

With my pounding wrist making the back of Uncle Rob’s pyjamas thump like a drumbeat, he turned his attention back to pleasuring the two cocks in his hand.  He wanked them both rapidly, making Jake and Marcus gasp with enjoyment, and I tried to match his rhythm on his own enormous hard-on as well as up his bum.

Marcus smiled at me and then peered curiously at Uncle Rob’s hand making a brown, bubbly foam as it slid vigorously up and down the two pressed together organs.

Marcus muttered, “Oh my god… that’s so nice, Mr Furlong!”

I found it strange that even when he was being shit-wanked, he insisted on using formalities.

“It’s so brown and frothy,” Marcus went on, “it’s like being masturbated with a lovely rich chocolate sauce…”

“Is it fuck!” Jake guffawed.  “It stinks like what it is!”

Uncle Rob laughed at his son and said, “Yes, even your mother’s cooking was never that bad!”

Soon Marcus was gasping frantically for breath and, as my uncle’s hand pounded up and down the two thick cocks, the smaller of the two started firing jets of cream up into the air.  Uncle Rob ploughed on, his wrist not even faltering, while Marcus’ hips bucked in rapid lunges as the squirts from his slit made thick white trails across his chest and belly.

My uncle turned to me and declared, “I love how the male orgasm is so unashamedly expressive!”

Once Marcus’ orgasm had weakened to a dribble, my uncle let the younger man’s softening cock flop heavily onto his belly and continued wanking his son’s still fully engorged and considerably larger member.

Now we were seeing father pleasuring son in all its unadulterated glory. Uncle Rob seemed not to mind that he was now masturbating just one erection which happened to belong to his son, while Jake seemed to revel in it, eager to be the sole recipient of his father’s ministrations.

He urged my uncle on, calling out, “Aw yeah!  Wank it, dad!  That’s it… do it harder!  See if you can make it shoot!”

Uncle Rob chuckled like this was just a continuation of their lighthearted horseplay but I could tell from the way his cock swelled in my hand and his butt-hole clamped around my finger that he was seriously enjoying jerking his son.

He muttered to me, “Really fast, Shane… and finger me hard!”

Jake gasped, “Same goes for me,” and pushed himself away from Marcus so he could open his legs and offer his back entrance to his dad.  I’m sure it wasn’t the most attractive thing he’d ever presented to my uncle: Jake’s hole was stretched and bloated with coarse hair encircling it and the huge pair of well-stocked knackers hanging above it didn’t exactly add to its appeal.

Uncle Rob hesitated but Jake impatiently encouraged him.  “Come on… do me both ways, dad… like he’s doing you.”

To my surprise my uncle reached forwards and was soon working an outstretched finger into his son’s plump opening.

“You’re a bit moist back here, Jake,” he said with some surprise.

“That’ll be the spit from your sweet little nephew’s mouth!” his son chuckled back.

Uncle Rob smirked towards me.  “Gosh, Shane… your tongue certainly gets about!”

He started moving his hand back and forth between Jake’s legs and the strong smell from my cousin’s fingered bum added its own characteristic pungence to all the other stinks the rest of us had made.

“Aw yeah!” Jake grinned as his dad’s hands worked up a rapid rhythm as he pumped him front and back.  “Fast as you can, dad… really go for it!”

As Uncle Rob sped up, frantically fisting the big cock and roughly ramming his hand back and forth beneath the hairy bollocks, Jake started bucking his hips in time with his dad’s flexing forearms.

He called out, “Come on, give me to me, dad!  Really work the cock and fudge the butt deep and hard!”

This no longer had the jokey feel of a man having a lark with his son. This was something far more intense and the four of us knew it.

Uncle Rob went to town on Jake, furiously wanking his son’s straining erection and frigging his dick-loosened arse as roughly as he could.  Jake squirmed and writhed, his eyes wincing in pleasure, and splayed his legs wide open to give his dad’s jabbing finger full access to his innards.

“Do me the same to me, Shane,” Uncle Rob gasped as he attended to his son’s boner and bum.  “Fast on my cock… hard up my arse…”

I did as he said, really pounding his huge cock as I rammed my finger viciously in and out of his slimy backdoor.

Marcus managed to gasp, “Jesus Christ… this is so fucking hot!”

Just as father and son started cumming together, their two magnificent cocks sending ribbons of their seed high into the air like a couple of fountains, and finally a trumpeting fart from Jake’s vacated dugout heralded that our session had at last reached its end.


That afternoon, Uncle Rob drove us over to see the house he grew up in and where his mom had lived until she’d passed away a decade or so earlier.

As we sat outside the ominous-looking Victorian building, now converted into flats, Uncle Rob gestured up at the window on the far right of the upper floor and told us, “That was my bedroom when I was growing up.  It was behind that very window that I lay in bed one winter’s night when I was eleven and discovered the pleasures of masturbation.”

The three of us laughed at his unexpected disclosure.  I suddenly wondered if I’d been something of a late-starter on that score.

“That was your dad’s bedroom Shane,” he went on, pointing at the window to the left of his.  “I once caught him in there self-fellating while his friend Aiden worked his fingers in and out of his bum.”

“No!” I gasped.  “That’s not the god’s-honest, is it?”

“The absolute truth,” Uncle Rob nodded so matter-of-factly that I could tell it really was.  “I don’t think it was a homosexual thing… well, perhaps for Aiden it was.  I just think your dad enjoyed playing around with other guys the way that we’ve all now discovered we have a fondness for.”

“Wow!” I said.  “I had no idea.  He’s so stuffy and formal the way he goes on at home.  I wouldn’t have expected to even know what butt fingering is, never mind to have had another dude do it to him.”

“Does he still contact Aiden?” Uncle Rob asked me.  “Christmas cards, perhaps?”

“I dunno,” I replied, “it’s not a name I recognise.  I think my dad would have cast off any embarrassments from his school days.”

Uncle Rob looked across at me and smiled.  “Talking of school days, Shane, where are you thinking of going to university?”

“Brisbane,” I shrugged.  “I’m starting at UQ next September.”

“Are you living on campus?”

“No, I’m gonna lodge at home and bus in each day.”

Jake chipped in, “Come on, mate, you’d have loads more fun if you were bunking up with the rest of the boys in one of the residences…”

“I know,” I nodded, really wishing I could.  “But it’s pretty expensive and I can’t afford it…”

“What are you going to study?” Marcus asked.

“Biotech,” I said.

“Well, there’s a very active biotechnology department at Leeds University here in the UK,” Uncle Rob told me.

I nodded.  What had that got to do with me?

“I’m just wondering,” he went on, “if perhaps you could transfer your course to Leeds as a Commonwealth student.  You could flat-share with Jake and come to visit your old Uncle Rob at weekends.  I’d be more than happy to act as your sponsor…”

My eyes must have opened so wide that it probably looked like were about to pop out of their sockets.

Jake laughed his usual response to something he approved of: “Fuck yeah!”

Marcus chuckled excitedly too.  “Just think… the three of us could share a house together…”

“Oh my God!” I managed to stammer after I’d regained some sense of reality. “That would just be… so… fucking… cool!”

Uncle Rob beamed at me and said, “We’ll phone your dad this evening. There’s probably a course transfer application we can download from the university website.  Next year you could be coming back to England carrying more than just a backpack!”

I leaned across to hug him and he surprised me by pressing his face forwards and kissing me on the lips.  At first I pulled back but then I thought, “What the hell?” and leaned back in to kiss him properly.

Jake and Marcus cheered delightedly.  I wasn’t sure if they were so pleased that I’d just smooched my Uncle Rob or whether they were so made up that the three of us could soon be shacked up together in Leeds.


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