Further into the Furlongs
by Robert Furlong
“Look, about last night,” Jake said, walking into the kitchen. It was the morning after I’d stormed out of his bedroom and he was, no doubt, going to try to make amends.
I figured I knew what my cousin was going to say. That he was sorry he’d messed things up by coming on too sexy with me and that he promised he’d back off if I agreed to stick around a while longer with him and Uncle Rob.
But all he managed was, “No hard feelings, okay?”
I turned to face him, waiting for the kettle to boil. He was wearing just his t-shirt and boxers and at twenty-years-old, a couple of years older than me, his six foot frame was becoming quite toned and muscular.
I replied, “I’m just making a coffee then I’m gonna shoot through after I’ve filled up my backpack.”
“Maybe that’s for the best,” he nodded, walking past me to grab a cup from the shelf.
Surprised, I asked him what he meant.
“If you’re getting freaked out by the way dad and I are so sexually open about stuff, you’re probably not going to be that comfortable staying here.”
Seeing how hurt I must have looked, he patted my arm and went on, “You’re welcome to stay with us – I know I can speak for dad on that score – and we both love having you around… you’re loads of fun and we both enjoy getting to know you…”
“So why are you saying it’s for the best if I leave?”
“Because you looked totally blown-over last night when dad walked in on us squatting on the floor together and… you know… playing about…”
“I wouldn’t say I was blown-over… just caught a bit off-guard…”
“Well – no offence mate – but you look like you haven’t slept a wink. If a bit of jokey sex stuff is gonna get you so wound up, our house might not be the most suitable place for you to stay.”
Now I really was feeling messed up. I’d expected him to start pleading with me to stay, but here he was basically telling me to either get with the program or the get the fuck out.
“The thing is Shane,” he went on, “I think you’d get a lot out of staying with the two of us. We had fun last night – at least we did until you got all weirded-out – and I reckon you could learn a lot from me and my dad. We could learn stuff from you too, but not if you’re gonna flounce off back to your bedroom every time you get a hard-on…”
“I’m not that much of a Melv,” I said back. “We wanked off together the other night – that was gold, mate… I was kinda hoping we could do it again.”
“We can,” he smiled. “As often as you like! But last night you really lost it, just because I was joking around rubbing the front of my jeans against your butt…”
“It wasn’t that!” I countered. “That felt ripper… you saw how horny it made me…”
“What was it, then?” he asked, sounding more caring now that he realised it wasn’t anything that he’d done that had triggered my reaction.
Spooning some coffee into both our cups, I tried to explain. “It was after your dad walked in on us and said that… well… basically you should shag me for real while he was in his bedrooom playing around with his girlfriend…”
Jake smiled and grabbed the boiled kettle to finish off making our drinks. “I think he was just joking, but… you know… even if he wasn’t, what would be the big deal about that?”
“Your dad wouldn’t mind if you were rootin’ me up the butt?” I asked him.
“He’d probably be well chuffed,” he grinned. “He likes that I play around with guys as well as girls and I think he’d be really pleased that I was helping you figure out if you like that too.”
He chuckled at my stunned expression and said, “But like I said, Shane… I really think he was just joking!”
I stared at him as he put the kettle back on its stand and he walked over to the fridge to fetch the milk.
After he’d poured it, he patted my arm again and said, “We’re a very sexual pair of guys, me and my dad. He gets up to some stuff that would probably surprise you and I think he’s kinda proud that seeing how liberated he has become has given me the confidence to explore my own sexuality.”
I nodded and he beamed a really warm smiled at me.
He said, “I’d like to give you that same confidence, buddy. But you’ve gotta trust me and my dad a bit more… you might find you enjoy stuff you didn’t know you would…”
I tried to smile back at him. “It’s just tough for me, Jake. It’s so different from what I’m used to…”
“I know, Shane,” he nodded, rubbing me affectionately on the shoulder. “And we’ll take it as slow as you like if you want to give us both a chance.”
“Yeah… I reckon I’d like that, mate…”
He grinned at my agreement and stirred the milk into our coffee.
I think my cousin kept a deliberate distance the rest of the day, giving me time think through the suggestion he’d made about experimenting sexually while I was staying with him and Uncle Rob.
The only time that there was direct reference to sex from him was when we were on the train together on the way back from a day out in Corby. He’d guffawed at some story on the newsfeed on his phone about some girl’s dad who had accidentally snapchatted her a picture of his dick on full chocker.
He’d shown me the picture – the offending boner pixellated out – and had laughed, probably momentarily forgetting the ‘slow as you like’ thing we had going on, and said, “My dad once did that to me!”
“Your dad sent you a picture of his chub?” I asked. Even before I’d finished the question, I knew the tone of my voice had been way too shocked and judgemental.
Jake’s demeanour had changed: his smile abruptly vanished and he snatched his phone back from me.
I said, “Sorry – I didn’t mean to sound like I thought it was wrong… I just got a surprise he’d do that to you.”
Jake looked out of the window at the countryside whizzing past and said, “It was a mistake, okay? My name was the next one down from the person he’d meant to send it to.”
“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I didn’t mean to make out like I thought he was coming onto you…”
Jake didn’t turn back around to look at me and remained sullen and remote. He said, “He’s not good with phones. Someone sent him a racy photo – as I joke I think – and he thought it would be funny to send one back. Pressed send on the wrong name… end of story.”
I didn’t say anything back as he was clearly pissed off at my reaction. I started to wonder if maybe he was thinking that it was going to be too much hard work to try and broaden my outlook on sex and that if I suggested leaving again he’d probably just open the front door for me.
Back at his house during the evening, things were more fun and relaxed and I was pleased that his dad’s godawful girlfriend, Debbie, didn’t come over to bore us with stories about the vets surgery where she worked. After supper when we we’d finished watching some telly, Jake got up to head to his bedroom and I asked him if he’d like me to join him. I was hoping the two of us could wank off together again and I decided that, if we did, I’d let him rub his dick up and down between my bum-cheeks again – but this time without my jeans and undies getting in the way.
But Jake was playing hard to get. I think he’d decided that from now if I wanted to play around with him, I had to go out of my way to really show him how much.
He said, “I’m tired, bud. I think I’m just gonna hit the sack.”
I tried, “I don’t mind… you know… chillin’ with you ’til you drop off… the two of us just messin’ around a bit…”
But that wasn’t enough for him and I wasn’t prepared to say anything more suggestive in front of his dad.
He said, “Naah… I’m just gonna crash if it’s all the same, dude. I’ll see you in the morning… maybe I’ll take you to meet a couple of my mates…”
He went off to bed, leaving me downstairs with his dad. That was all right as Uncle Rob opened a bottle of wine for us both and he told me some stuff I didn’t know about my gran and grandad.
But all the time I was wondering how this well-spoken Englishman had got into snapchatting other people pictures of his dick. The intended recipient can’t have been Debbie – Jake would have said if it had been – but was presumably another woman he’d somehow hooked up with through the app.
Maybe that was what Jake had meant when he’d said his dad had become sexually liberated in recent years. Perhaps he’d got into sexting or was doing cyber stuff over his webcam. If that was the case, it sounded more sad than interesting and I was in no great rush to find out more.
We went to bed at around midnight and, even though I was exhausted from the poor sleep I’d had the night before, my body-clock still hadn’t adjusted to UK time. At two in the morning I was still lying there wide awake.
Finally I gave into the nagging of my bladder which the wine had left me with, and got out of bed to make my way to the bathroom.
As I shuffled my way down the hallway and was going past Jake’s room, I noticed that his bedroom door was half open. This was the open door policy he’d mentioned to me on my first night in the house: with him and his dad being more relaxed around each other than me and my dad could ever be, they seem to enjoy deliberately infringing on each other’s privacy.
I paused at his door to take a squiz inside. There was enough light coming from his computer monitor to make out my cousin’s bed with him lying on top of it. I don’t know why but I felt a sudden urge to push the door open more fully and have a proper look at him sprawled out on his bed.
His doona was half off and I could see he was naked. He was lying on his stomach and I could see the curve of his back, the squat mounds of his bum and the muscular sweep of his legs in the half light. I was surprised by how pale his skin was all the way down from his neck to his feet. All my mates have tans from all the sun and surfing, and when I’ve seen them in the buff the only white bits are where their boardies cover them.
As I stood purving on him, I realised that my cousin was gently moving – not all of him, but mainly just his hips and thighs. His bum was slowing going up and down and the muscles of his legs were steadily flexing.
I smiled to myself. “He’s humping the bed!”
I wondered what he was dreaming about and then had the stupid thought that maybe it was me. The idea that it might be made my dick start stirring in my boxers.
I stared at his arse cheeks rhythmically tightening in the half-light as my cousin gently rubbed his cock against his mattress. I’d had my nose pressed between those and god it had smelt amazing! I’d even licked his little cootie – had a taste of his hot, puckered hole – and it had made my dick swell up into a full-blown mongrel the way it was swelling up again right now from just the memory of it.
I was wishing now I hadn’t stopped pushing my nose and tongue between his cheeks and that I’d rimmed his lovely arse out for real. I could have stuck my tongue up it – he sure as hell wouldn’t have stopped me! – and we could have jerked ourselves off with my mouth sucking hard at his arsehole.
Jesus, what was I thinking?! My shorts were now tented up with a full-size boner and I wasn’t going to be able to piss.
I left my cousing to enjoy his solitary fun and quickly made my way to the bathroom. I ran some cold water on my dick to make it soften enough for me to take a piss and then squatted over the toilet to direct it downwards towards the bowl.
Once my bladder let rip, I aimed for the sides of the bowl so as not to make any splashing noise that might wake anyone up. But, as my piss flowed, I kept thinking of how Jake had looked dry humping his bed and wondered if he might really be dreaming of how it had felt when he’d done the same thing against my bum-cheeks.
My dick started chubbing again from the thought of how horny I’d become at the feel of my cousin’s big hard-on pushing against the back of my jeans. Once his dad had gone to bed, I should have hung around with him and suggested we try it for real. How would it feel, I wondered, to let another dude have sex with your butt – especially one with a cock as big and thick as Jake’s?
My dick continued to stiffen with all these possibilities and scenarios popping into my head. As it chubbed more and more I had to lean further over the toilet and force it painfully downwards to keep the stream going into the bowl. By the time I’d finally finished pissing, the thing was throbbing in my hand and I had a full blown woody.
“Shit!” I thought, looking down at my dick. I was going to have to wank off if I was going to get any sleep at all tonight.
I was going to need some lube, even though I didn’t normally use it. Maybe it was the jet-lag, the lack of sleep or something to do with the colder climate, but my helmet was as dry as a bone apart from around the slit where there were some dribbles of piss.
I looked inside the medicine cabinet above the sink.
“Let’s see what these English guys use,” I thought, “all that lah-de-dah stuff like they sell at David Jones.”
I scanned the shelves and then I saw it! Just next to a box of paracetamol, there was a bottle of Durex lubricant!
“Oh nice!” I thought. “I’ve seen this in the shops back in Brissy… real sex lube!”
I took the bottle off the shelf and examined it then flipped the lib open and took a sniff. I’d expected it to smell rubbery, like condoms, but it was totally odourless. Intrigued to see what it looked like, I squeezed a dollop of it out onto the palm of my hand. It was silky smooth, like water but thicker, and I loved how nice it felt working it between my finger and thumb.
I wondered whether both of Jake and his dad would use this from time to time and if they kept it in the bathroom for both of them to dip into. Maybe, like me, their choppers sometimes got a little dry when they were hard and horny, so they’d trot to the cupboard for a sly squirt to help get a wank get underway.
How great it was that the two of them were so cool about sex stuff that they could actually have a shared bottle of lube in the bathroom!
I smiled to myself, imagining Uncle Rob saying to Jake with that stuck-up way of speaking he has, “I’ve popped a bottle of Durex lubricant in the cupboard just in case, like me, you sometimes suffer from masturbatory dryness.”
And Jake, setting out to shock his old man, quipping back, “That’s ace dad… it’ll be good for getting a dick up a butt next time I bring one of my uni buddies home.”
All this wan’t helping my present situation any. I had a raging hard-on making a long, thick rod lift the front of my lime green boxers and my helmet was so dry it was chaffing painfully against the tight material. I really needed to wank off – if nothing else it might help me sleep – and was busting to smear some of this soothing gel around the head of my cock and use its smooth slickness to slide my fingers up and down the shaft.
“Okay,” I thought, “the guys are both asleep… I just gotta do this!”
I grabbed a length of toilet paper, switched out the bathroom light and then headed back towards my room with the bottle of lube in my hand. I was sure they wouldn’t mind me borrowing it and I’d pop it back in the cupboard when I got up next morning.
As I approached Jake’s room I slowed up so I could peek in through his door again. He was still humping the bed, making long, deep thrusts by raising his hips up from the bed and then slamming them down hard against the matress. He’d clench his bum as he ground his erection against his bedsheets, gyrating them around a bit to maximise his pleasure.
As he worked himself against his bed, lifting his arse right up and then pounding his hips back down, I could hear a low steady grunting accompanying each thrust. As I listened more carefully, though, I realised that the grunting sounds weren’t coming from Jake’s room but were drifting down the corridor from the other end of the hall. They could only be coming from Uncle Rob’s room as he was the only other person in the house.
I crept silently along the hallway towards Uncle Rob’s room and saw that his door was open too and there was a dim light spreading across the carpet from the crack.
The grunting noises were definitely coming from inside his bedroom. The closer I got to his door, the louder and more rapid they were getting.
“He’s awake,” I thought. “Is he doing what it sounds like he’s doing?”
As his door was only half open, I had to peer around it to see what was going on. There was his bedside table… his lamp… his alarm clock…
I peered further around and saw his bed with the doona all skewy, then stopped and pulled back so my face was out of the light when his body finally came into view.
I could make out that his upper half was covered by a white vest but his legs were naked. In between his covered chest and bare legs, his dick – huge, hard and pointing upwards to the ceiling – was getting a thorough going over from his hand.
I was transfixed by the sight. I’d barely seen my own dad naked, never mind with a hard-on, and I’d certainly never seen a real-life adult cock being wanked off right in front of me. Uncle Rob might have been twenty-odd years older than me, but I have to admit his cock looked amazing. I stared at his hand sliding up and down his thick, veiny shaft, loving how the plump purple head at the top of it seemed to have been polished to a luscious shine.
Uncle Rob’s balls were massive too and his legs were parted slightly so I could see them hang down and slowly tighten as his fingers worked his cock.
“How good is this?” I thought to myself as I watched and, without realising it, began to run my hand back and forth along the length of my own pumped-up stalk.
He steadied his hand for a few seconds and let it throb against his palm. A trickle of clear, thick liquid trickled out of his gaping slit before he resumed his stroking, letting his foreskin roll over the tip and sweep his precum across the whole fat purple head.
He raised his legs up slightly and bent them at the knees, spreading them wide apart so I could see up between his thighs. His arsehole was there, sitting snug between his two bum-cheeks, poking outwards and looking surprisingly large and swollen. I stared at it as he continued wanking his big dick off, watching it twitch and pucker in time with the rhythm of his hand.
The thing was massive and I couldn’t understand what might have made it so big. There were two fattened lips on either side of his deep-looking hole and it reminded me of some of the well-fucked pussies I’d seen in porn movies and nothing like what dudes’ arseholes are normally like.
Suddenly something, perhaps a tiny noise I made, caused Uncle Rob to raise his head up and he peered straight across at me, watching him from the doorway.
“Oh bloody fucking shit!” I thought. “He’s gonna go ape on me!”
I imagined him shouting across at me, waking Jake from his matress-fucking slumber, accusing me of spying on him during what was a deeply private moment and telling me to get the fuck out of his house.
But he didn’t so much as look even slightly annoyed. He just smiled warmly at me and asked me to come in properly if I was curious to see him.
“You sure?” I asked, pushing the door open fully. “I just… you know… couldn’t sleep and heard a noise when I went to the bathroom…”
“I know how hung-up your dad is about nudity and masturbation, so I think your interest in seeing me enjoying my body is perfectly natural… to be expected, even…”
I smiled and went into his bedroom.
“Come and sit next to me on the bed,” he invited me. “I’ll show you some of things I’ve discovered about my penis over the years… maybe some of them will prove useful to my nephew too!”
Then he saw the lube I was carrying and the erection pushing the front of my shorts outward, and asked, “Were you about to… er… have some fun on your own?”
“Kind of, yeah,” I laughed. “I just sorta squizzed this in the bathroom cupboard and I thought it’d be fun to try it out.”
He chuckled at that. “Well, feel free to join in with me if you’d like to, Shane. There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about in two men masturbating together.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Me and Jake did it the other night and that was fun.”
“Exactly,” he smiled. “Jake and I have had our moments too.”
That made me raise my eyebrows in surprise. “For real?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Only in the last couple of years… I think it’s rather beautiful, although he’d probably make fun of me describing it as such.”
I sat down next to him on his double bed and he started wanking again. Part of me wanted to join in with him but another part – the old Brissy part – held me back.
“The part at the top of your cock, your glans, is what gives you pleasure,” he told me, gently working his foreskin up and down across it. “Focus your movements on that, using your thumb to stimulate the little ridge at the base of it and your fingers to rub the two lobes at the back of it.”
He showed me what he meant and his whole big phallus swelled to its full incredible size in appreciation.
He smiled and me and I smiled back at him and then he told me some more tips of how to maximise my pleasure.
The way Uncle Rob stroked his manhood looked so ‘adult’ and mature compared to the way I would do it. His pace was measured and the movements of his fingers, thumb and palm deliberate. He really knew how to work himself to get the most out of every millimetre of his cock.
I was still wanking the way I did when I first discovered it about six years earlier, flogging my dick like crazy for a few frantic minutes until it was sperm time. What I was seeing here showed me how much I needed to learn to enjoy myself properly by caressing my cock more slowly and carefully.
“Have you heard of anal masturbation?” he asked me as I was arguing with myself about whether or not I should join in with the full massage he was giving his dick.
“No,” I shrugged. “Is it a gay thing?”
He laughed at that. “It’s not gay to enjoy stimulating your bum, Shane. It’s something I discovered a few years and which now gives me an enormous amount of pleasure.”
He took his hand off his cock and reached across to the drawer of his bedside table. He pulled out a bullet-shaped rod of plastic that was cream-coloured and about six inches long.
He smiled, “Since you’ve brought the lube along it makes sense to put it to use.”
I passed him the lube and he squirted some onto the rod before smearing it right around the full length and circumference.
“I use this to masturbate myself anally,” he informed me, “but you can use your finger as a starting point if you’re curious to try.”
“Are you gonna push that thing up your butt?” I asked. I was wondering if that’s what had caused the thing to look so big and puffy.
“That’s right,” he nodded. “The pleasure receptors that it stimulates work hand-in-hand with those inside the head of the penis. In other words, you masturbate your cock at the same time that you work something in and out of your bum.”
“You can’t spooge off just by wanking off your arse, then?” I asked.
“Actually you can, but you have to be extremely aroused. I’ve only managed it on myself when I’ve held off from masturbating my dick for a week or so… something that doesn’t happen very often, I’m afraid!”
I chuckled at that. I simply loved his openness. He was over double my age but he still liked whacking off: I could well relate to that and respected him more for admitting it.
My dad would probably claim that everyone over about twenty-five should have enough self-restraint to be to resist jerking off. Not that I would ever discuss anything like this with him. Once when he’d got a glance of my dick in the swimming pool changing rooms, he’d been utterly mortified like I was making a pass at him or something!
“Would you like to see me masturbate myself anally?” Uncle Rob asked. “I’m likely to get extremely turned on and I’m sure you know what you’re going to see happen once I’ve worked up a fast enough rhythm.”
“You go for it, Uncle Rob!” I grinned at him. “It’d be awesome to see you and I really don’t mind watching your dick shoot off if you don’t mind showing me.”
“It’d be fun!” he chuckled. “Only probably best you don’t ever mention this to your dad.”
“I swear that’s never gonna happen,” I laughed back.
He moved the plastic rod down between his legs and lined the tip of it up with where his big gaping pucker would be.
He asked, “Does this disgust you a bit? Seeing me use my anus for sexual pleasure…”
“Not at all,” I shrugged. “I’ve seen stuff getting pushed up butts in porn… it’s never really turned me on, but I’ve never been disgusted by it either.”
“Good,” he smiled. “I actually view it as very important and special part of my sex life.”
He pushed the tip of the rod against the stretched ring of arsehole and then worked the whole length steadily up into his mud tunnel. It slid up him surpringly easily and he chuckled at the way my eyes were fixed on it pushing upwards through the dense hair bristling from his crack.
“Now I just work it in and out,” he said with a contented sigh, starting to do precisely that. “And I gently masturbate my penis which – believe me – has swollen as hard as it gets.”
I didn’t need to believe him – I could see the thing throbbing demandingly against his hand.
He settled his head back against his pillow and worked up a nice, smooth rhythm on both his cock and with the plastic rod sliding in and out of his arse. “Oh God, I’m in heaven, Shane!” he gasped with his eyes closed. “I’d really like for you to experience the same pleasure sometime soon…”
I asked him, “You still won’t mind if I wank myself off? I’m finding this a total turn-on!”
He grinned, still with his eyes closed, and replied, “I’d be flattered if you would. And I’d enjoy it enormously if we could climax together.”
I pulled the waistband of my boxers down and tucked it under my big spunk-filled balls. Then I grabbed the lube and slowly – oh so slowly – started to rub a generous dollop of it onto my cock. It was gold! Cool and slippery, really luxurious.
I eased my foreskin back and rubbed the liquid along the whole length my knob. It responded by growing even harder between my fingers and the plump round head of it swelled up like a ripe, purple plum. As I started working my fist up and down the shaft, it throbbed in appreciation. This was going to be something special and I was pleased to be doing it sitting alongside Uncle Rob while he lay on his bed.
Silently I copied his strokes, thumbing my cock-head for a bit then tightly squeezing the shaft. I pulled my foreskin right back like he had to let my natural dick juices flow for a bit. Then I gently wanked myself, matching his steady pace, jerking my shaft up and down as I watched him do the same to his.
“Would you mind very much, Shane, if I turn over and stick my bum out a bit? I find it opens my rectum up fully so I can properly stimulate myself inside…”
“Go right ahead,” I said, fascinated to watch yet another unexpected development.
He rolled over and knelt forwards on all-fours, reaching under his big ball-sack to work the plastic rod in and out of his butt, while he wanked his long thick cock off pointing downwards towards his bedding.
“It might look a little odd,” he smiled up at me with his face going red, “but this is by far the best position for a man to masturbate himself both front and rear.”
“Can I get behind you and watch the rod thing going in and out?”
“Of course you can!” he beamed at me. “Just be aware there might be a certain… distinctive odour…”
I scrambled around to kneel behind and watch the cream-coloured plastic rod sliding with gathering momentum through his dilated rear. I started beating myself off more quickly and roughly, noticing his hand was quickening too as it slid up and down his cock. I pointed my big hard-on towards his rod-pumelled bunghole as I roughly yanked my foreskin back and forth, and he grinned naughtily at me over his shoulder.
Then, in the spur of the moment, I pushed his hand off the rod up his butt and said, “I reckon this’d be more comfortable!” before sliding it in and out for him. I worked up a hard, fast rhythm, really jabbing it up his arse to fully stimulate what he’d called his pleasure centre, and he started calling out, panting, “Ah yeah… yeah! Really give it to me!”
His cock started squirting in short white bursts as he wanked it, firing rhythmically like milk spurting from the teat of a cow’s udder. His hand kept slamming up and down his meat as thick surges of his semen shot relentlessly from its bulbous head, and he grunted and gasped as his balls disgorged themselves, making a thick white puddle underneath his huge shaft.
My own big cock quickly followed suit, and I spoofed off explosively right across his back and over the two big cheeks of his arse. I started apologising for the mess even while I was still shooting but he hushed me soothingly, saying, “Just enjoy this, Shane. This is such an intense moment for us both.”
Afterwards, we quietly made our way along to the bathrooom so we could clean each other off. Uncle Rob got some face-cloths from the airing cupboard and he knelt in front of me to gently wipe all the semen from my softening cock. I did the same to him, first kneeling before him and cleaning all the white stickiness from his huge spent phallus as it started to droop. Then he turned around and I wiped his back and his big, solid arse, working the cloth into the hot hairiness of his furrow making sure that all traces of my powerful ejaculation were removed.
“Thank you, Shane,” he smiled as we bid each other goodnight. “Thank you for what was a rather magnificent moment… I think, for us both.”
I nodded and grinned at him. “It was awesome, Uncle Rob. I really enjoyed it!”
“I hope I can do something just as special for you while you’re staying with us…”
“I hope so too,” I chuckled and then we headed back to our separate bedrooms to sleep.
As I lay in my bed, finally feeling myself relax enough to sleep, I smiled with happy amazement at what I’d just done and decided that staying with Uncle Rob and Jake was likely to prove far more fun than I would ever have dared hope.
Jake was still a bit offish with me next morning, giving me a wide berth in the house and keeping conversation to a minimum. After lunch we went to meet a couple of his mates and I thought he might be a dork by dissing me in front of them and taking the piss out of my Ozzy accent, but he wasn’t like that at all. If he was still annoyed with me, he didn’t show it to his friends and we all had a good time together, first playing ‘Grand Theft Auto 5′ on one friend’s XBox and then out at a skateboard park where Jake could show off his spectacularly awful flips.
As a surfer back in Brissy my sense of balance is pretty sharp and, even though it’s been years since I last got on a skateboard, I was back into it pretty quickly and was soon putting the other guys to shame. It was good fun, though – no-one was being particularly competitive – and by the time Jake and I headed back to Uncle Rob’s house I felt we were starting to get back to where we had been.
He could just be a sooky git. I’d have to remember that.
While his dad was cooking tea, I went up to his room and he was lying on his bed.
I decided I’d try to raise the subject of sex again as he’d said he was keen to show me stuff and try to bolster my confidence. After my freak-out of two night’s earlier, though, he hadn’t seemed willing to broach the subject himself.
I sat down on his desk chair and said, “You know that photo your dad snapchatted you of his boner…?”
Jake glared over at me, his eyes hostile again. He snapped, “Let it go, dude. I told you it was an accident. What is it with you getting so hung-up about stuff?”
“I’m not mentioning it ’cause I’m hung-up about it,” I calmly replied, determined that this wasn’t going to turn into some big spat between us. “I just thought that if you want to send him a reply, we could both photo our two boners and snapchat them back to him…”
His eyes lost some of their belligerence but he still peered at me suspiciously.
“Why would we do that?” he asked.
“Our dicks are pretty similar, we could make him guess which one was which…”
Now he smiled. I knew from a couple of nights earlier that he liked taking sexy pics and movies with his phone.
“But how’s my dad supposed to know your boned-up cock from mine? I mean he’s seen mine a couple of times, but he’s never seen yours…”
“He has,” I told him, hoping this would swing things back in my favour. “After you’d gone to bed last night, we jerked off together.”
“Really?” he asked, looking half-intrigued, half-incredulous.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “I heard him whacking off on his bed when I couldn’t sleep, so I went to take a look and he asked me to join him.”
“Are you for real?” Jake said. He really was struggling to believe this.
“The really cool thing is,” I went on, “he was pushing this cream-coloured rod thing in and out of his butt. He called it anal masturbation and he showed me how he does it.”
“Wow!” Jake laughed, finally believing me. “That cream-coloured rod thing is the ‘Happy Larry’ dildo I bought him for Christmas! It was meant as a joke and I didn’t know he was actually using it!”
“Well he sure is,” I chuckled back. “He even got on all-fours so I could see it sliding in and out of his arsehole… that’s when I pulled my boxers down and started wanking off!”
“Fucking hell!” Jake chortled, jumping up from his bed and coming across to just about hug me. “You really are loosening up, Shane!”
“I’m really trying to, mate! That’s why I suggested we snapchat our boners to your dad!”
“Come on, then!” he urged me, grabbing his phone from his desk. “We’ll stand against this wall with them poking from our flies.”
He scrolled through his photo gallery and found the one of his dad. He passed it to me, grinning eagerly, and I realised I had the old Jake back who I’d had so much fun with the first few days of my stay. I wanted things to stay this way and vowed to keep the mood light and upbeat between us from now on. Flouncing off back to my room wasn’t an option if things got too heavy; I’d have to explain my issues to him and hope he’d understand.
I looked at the picture of his dad’s big hard-on and marvelled at how incredible it looked, standing thick and veiny and with the huge helmet a deep polished purple. His balls were massive too and hung plump and heavy as though packed full with his spooge.
“Your dad’s got such an amazing dick!” I told my cousin.
“Did you wank it off for him?” Jake teased me. “Did you bob your head down to give his helmet a good sucking?”
“Did I fuck!” I chortled. I was loving that we were back having fun as we had been. “But I did grab the end of the dildo thing and push it in and out of his arsehole to make him cum.”
“Jesus Christ!” Jake laughed. “I wish you’d told me that this morning!”
“Come on, are we gonna get these photos, then?” I asked, standing up and moving across the wall. “Let’s take shots of ourselves like he did – with our jeans pulled down and our bollocks dangling down.”
“Well you’ll have to pull your boxers right down so they’re not in shot – if my dad sees our underwear he’ll guess rightaway who they belong to. The number of times he’s loaded mine into the washing machine…”
I chuckled at that and pulled my jeans and boxers down. My cock was still mostly floppy but I was aroused enough from our conversation for it to rise upwards from my balls with an outward, drooping curve.
“You’re gonna have it get it hard, dude,” Jake informed me. “My dad’s was rock fucking solid when he photo’d it so we’ve gotta make ours just as horny to give him a proper reply.”
I jerked my foreskin back and forth a bit, trying to coax more life into it, and Jake grinned at me, enjoying watching me wank my big cock off in front of him. I grinned back at him cheekily, pleased that we were being sexy together again.
“I reckon it’s gonna need a bit a help, mate,” I told him.
“I’ll load up the porn drive,” he chuckled, heading across to his computer. “You wanna see some rimming stuff… dudes stinkfacing each other?”
“I’d rather do the real thing,” I suggested, “if you’d be up for it, Jake.”
“You wanna lick my butt again?” he grinned. “D’you think that’ll get you hard?”
“It worked pretty well the other night,” I laughed. “You have no idea how hard I was in my jeans!”
He laughed back and swung round, pulling his jeans and undies down to show off his bare arse. “Stinkface away, Shaney boy… it’s all yours for the taking!”
I smiled and walked over to where he was sticking his butt out. “With your arse, I wouldn’t call it stinkfacing, bud. If it was stinky, I wouldn’t like it. Your butthole’s got a really nice smell… sorta sexy and laddish.”
I patted it tenderly, enjoying the twin curves of his two muscular buttocks, before carressing the crease between them and easing them apart by pressing my fingers into his hot, furry valley.
Jake grinned at me before seizing on my admission: “So you now accept laddish stuff can be sexy, then, do you? The other night when I said dude sex could be hot you were all like, ‘Ooh, Jake, that’s too gay for a pure-bred Ozzy boy like me!'”
I guffawed at his silliness. “I didn’t say anything like that! I was just thrown a bit because the guys I know are so into girls… I guess I hadn’t realised how much fun it can be for the guys to play around on their own.”
“Well now you do know, kneel down and do whatever it takes to get that dick of yours ready for the photo.”
“You don’t mind if I go a bit further than I did the other night…?”
“Like I said,” he chuckled, “just do what it takes…”
I squatted down behind him and pressed my face between his big, supple arse-cheeks. Just like before, his thick, heavy smell lurking among the bristling moistness of his crack made my senses reel from how deliciously sexy it was.
How had I not realised how hot guys’ odours could be from all the times in the locker-room I’d felt intrigued by the masculine muskiness of their sweaty bodies and underwear? Why had it never occurred to me all the times I’d been clumsy and awkward with girls that maybe I could feel more open and uninhibited with other dudes like myself?
I pushed my nose into my cousin’s tight, pungent arse-crack, snorting deep to get the full impact of its earthy flavours and breathing in through my mouth so I could taste it too. I quickly found his rosebud opening with the tip of my tongue and licked at him hungrily, revelling in his rank rich redolence.
“I’m probably a bit ripe back there,” I heard him chuckle down. “All those flips I did on the skateboard got me a bit sticky.”
My own cheeks creased into a smile, pushing upwards against the insides of his buttocks. Don’t flatter yourself, I thought. The only bits of you that got sticky were your knees and elbows from the all the times you grazed them.
Jake leaned further forwards, grabbing his arse-cheeks with his hands to pull them apart. I pushed my tongue against his pucker, squeezing through it so I could taste the meatier mustiness behind it, and he called out, “Oh yeah! Fuck!” Then he grabbed the back of my head to push my face more firmly between his round, chunky peaches, and I licked at his insides like I was feeding from him, driving my tongue in and out as if I was fucking him with it.
It suddenly occurred to me that soon – perhaps, very soon – I’d really be fucking him like this but not with my tongue: with my actual cock. He’d be bent over in front me, lower than he was now, and I’d be slamming my cock through the wonderful hole I was now feasting on, the two of us gasping and grunting at how incredible it would feel.
I pulled off him and stood up. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Jake – my boner’s ready to bust!”
He laughed like he always did when we were getting sexy – it was a one of many cute habits I came to realise he had – and grabbed his phone from the desk so he could photograph my hard-on.
“You sure like my arse in your face!” he chortled, and I stood up in front of the wall, my big pumped-up cock head pounding and dribbling I was so turned-on from his arse.
Jake took a few shots of my upright prick and two great nuts hanging weightily underneath it, then said, “Right – now I’ve got to do something to get me just as turned-on.”
“The other night,” I said, resisting the urge to beat myself off, “you seemed to like rubbing your cock inside the crack of my arse.”
“Aw yeah!” he laughed, “that was fucking well nice, bro! D’ya wanna let me do it again, but this time so I get to smell your arsehole too!”
I smiled at him and turned to show him my bare bum. “You can slide it up and down without my jeans and undies getting in the way, if that’s what you mean!”
“It’ll do for starters,” he grinned, “and it’s sure to get me hard!”
I bent over a bit and he came up behind me to wedge his big half-hard-on between my bum-cheeks. He packed it in, pushing it as deep as he could into my snug solid valley, and then started sliding it up and down so that my buttocks gripped his foreskin, wanking him off by gripping his cock shaft.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice!” he chuckled, grabbing my hips to simulate butt-fucking me with only the actual penetration being absent.
I squeezed my cheeks more tightly together, loving the feel of his big cock thrusting up and down within the hold my bum cleft. God this felt so good – why the hell was I getting so turned on from having another guy do this to me?!
“Nice bit of Ozzy stink back here, Shane,” he chuckled, jabbing his cock more roughly against the hairiness of my hot, sweaty trench. “Your arse sure as fuck smells different from all the dudes I’ve shagged at uni…”
“Different how?” I gasped, my cock straining and dribbling long ropes of goo down from its head.
“Much stronger,” he told me, trusting his cock even harder against my butt. “Sort of ripe and manly… really sharp and sexy!”
I was so close to cumming I desperately needed to jerk my own cock off, so I grabbed it and started yanking my foreskin up and down as Jake pulled away from me so he could take his photo against the wall.
“Fuckin’ hell, I’m cummin’, Jake,” I gasped, as my cock started spewing all over his bedroom carpet.
Jake tossed his phone to one side and pretty much skidded across to kneel in front of me.
“Feed me with it,” he urged me. “Spunk into my mouth… let me eat your jizz!”
I did as he was asking and directed my huge shiny cock head, the surges of white goop already growing weaker and less frequent from its slit, into his eager, gaping mouth. He fed on it hungrily, sucking the spooge from my quivering purple mushroom, and then gasped, “Oh fuck yeah!” as his own orgasm kicked him.
Seeing my cousin’s cock firing off from the thrill of drinking down the gushing cream from my balls gave my own orgasm renewed energy and vigour and my cock started spouting with a fresh outpouring of spunk.
Jake loved it, opening his mouth wide for me shoot my load off into, and then swivelled his neck from side-to-side so my cum could spatter all over his face.
When both our climaxes had abated and our laboured breathing had steadied, he laughed that lovely explosive laugh of his and stood up, wiping some of my mess from his nose and cheeks.
I grinned at him and let him know, “That was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had!”
“That’s great, bud, yeah… but what’s the runner-up on that list? Wazzin’ off over a copy of ‘Kangaroo Monthly’… hardly a ringing endorsement, mate!”
I laughed but then, to my complete surpise, he lunged across and kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth and pressing his lips hard again mine. I pulled back, gasping, and he grinned broadly at my reaction.
“Don’t sweat it, dude – I just wanted you to get a taste of your own fresh spunk!”
I admit I was pretty shocked at what he’d just done but, in the spirit of keeping things cheerful between us, I just grinned back and said, “Well I guess you got a taste of your own arse too!”
“Actually I did,” he replied, rubbing his tongue curiously against his lips. “It tastes… oh my God! It tastes fucking gorgeous… I wish I could rim myself off so I could taste it some more!”
“That’d be awesome!” I giggled. “Do you reckon there’s blokes who can rim themselves for real?”
“This couple of twins I know at uni once licked each other’s butts to find out what their own would taste like, but I reckon that’s the closest anyone’s ever got…”
I grinned wide-eyed at him, wishing to God I could see something as amazing as that, just as his dad shouted up the stairs for us both: “Dinner’s ready, boys!”
“I love how he calls us ‘boys’,” Jake chuckled as we pulled up our clothing and went to wash ourselves down in the bathroom.
As we dried off, Jake told me, “I think he always wanted another kid so I could have a little brother. It’s probably best he didn’t… knowing how randy us Furlongs are, by now the two of us would be fucking like a couple of rabbits!”
I really laughed at that – he could be so funny sometimes – and then we went downstairs to join his dad for tea.
After we’d eaten and were all in the living room with the telly droning away quietly, Jake asked his dad if he’d checked his snapchat recently.
“No, why?” Uncle Rob asked. “Did you hear something pop up on it?”
“Just take a look at it,” Jake grinned. “You might find that a couple of things have popped up on it!”
Uncle Rob fiddled with his phone – for an engineer, it was kind of sweet how much he struggled with using technology – and then he grinned when he saw our two big knobs filling up his screen.
“You have to guess which one is which,” Jake told him. “One’s a Brit prick and the other’s an Ozzy schlong.”
“Oh how funny!” Uncle Rob laughed, swiping the screen from dick to dick. “What do I get if I guess correctly, though?”
“The next model up of the dildo you showed Shaney-boy last night… there’s an eight-inch version you’re probably ready to move onto…”
Uncle Rob smirked over at me and I must have blushed uneasily that I’d revealed our moment of intimacy to his son. He recognised the reason for my discomfort and said, “Don’t worry, Shane… we’re very open in this house. Whatever any of us do together doesn’t need to be shrouded in secrecy…”
“So if my dad fucks you up the butt, you’ve gotta tell me!” Jake guffawed.
“Jake! Don’t be crude!” Uncle Rob barked over at him.
He looked back at his phone and deliberated over the two photos.
“Okay… the first is slightly longer, but that doesn’t tell me much because you’re both very well-hung.”
“How d’ya reckon my dad’s dick compares with mine?” Jake asked me with a leer.
I giggled at the question, looking from son to father and back again. “I think they’re both pretty amazing in their different ways…”
“Cop-out answer,” Jake laughed, “but we’ll accept it.”
“I think the second is Jake’s because the testicles are bigger,” Uncle Rob said.
I really was enjoying having him pore over our two big cocks like this, comparing and contrasting them.
“Also, the shaft is more veiny,” he went on. “I seem to remember last night that yours was quite smooth, Shane.”
“I so can’t believe you guys wanked off together!” Jake laughed.
“It was very nice,” his father said, smiling over at me. “Perhaps not the most orthodox uncle-nephew moment, but very stimulating to share a moment of pleasure together. Did you enjoy it, Shane?”
“Yes I did,” I said. “It was very special.”
Uncle Robert beamed at me and I expected Jake to bring us both back down to Earth by making some dickhead quip.
But he didn’t – he just smiled over at us too. Perhaps, having masturbated with his dad from time to time, he understood how intense such occasions could be.
Uncle Rob swiped the two pictures from side to side again and mused, “It’s curious that the head of number one is more moist and shiny, and yet yours was so dry last night Shane that you needed lube from the bathroom…”
“That was exceptional, though,” I told him. “I think it was the jet-lag or something, but I was really dry last night.”
“But normally you’re quite… er… plentiful in your pre-climax ooze?”
I laughed at the way he’d phrased the question. “Yeah… normally I’m bit of a dribbler!”
“Well in that case,” he smirked, “I’m going to say that number one belongs to Shane and number two is my son’s. So do I get a shiny new toy to play with?”
“You sure do,” Jake chortled, making me laugh too.
As we kept talking and joking, a bottle of wine and some beers emerging from the kitchen, it occurred to me how, just four nights earlier I would have been mortified by a conversation like the one we’d just had. I would have thought it obscene – criminal, almost – for three close relations like we were to be discussing such intimate things together. Yet now here I was not only enjoying our chit-chat but enthusiastically joining in with contributions of my own.
After Jake and I had headed up to bed and were about to turn in, I asked him at his bedroom door if we’d what we’d done together before we’d had tea had been okay.
“Okay?” he grinned. “It was awesome!”
“But you… er… drank from my cock,” I reminded him.
“And you… er… ate from my butt!” he chuckled. “It’s just that we’re there for each other… we help each other out… I suppose you might say, it’s what cousins do!”
I smiled uncertainly. “Are you really sure it’s so simple…?”
“Yeah, I am,” he replied, his face more serious. “We’re just experimenting a bit… seeing what works for us both…”
I nodded and felt my smile become more confident. “You’re probably right… it’s just sometimes I’m just gonna need a bit of reassurance.”
“You’re not still thinking of packing your stuff up and leaving, are you?”
“No way!” I told him. “If it’s okay with you guys, I’m gonna shelve the backpacking idea… it’s way more fun staying with you two!”
“Nice one, Shane!” Jake laughed. I squeezed his forearm affectionately and turned to head off to my bed in the spare room.
“Since you’re gonna be staying with us a while longer,” he called after me, “it seems stupid you sleeping on your own in there.”
I turned back to face him and he added with a smirk, “How about buddying up with me in my double?”
“Hell yeah!” I grinned, and we both piled eagerly into his room.
Once we were giggling under his doona together, Jake’s big boner pressing between the bubble cheeks of my butt, Uncle Rob called in through his bedroom door, “Jake, have you seen Shane? He’s not in his room…”
He opened the door and the light from the corridor lit us both up, my face in front of Jake’s as he snuggled into my back with his arms wrapped around my chest.
“Oh right,” Uncle Rob chuckled in at us. “I guess I can call off the search party…”
“We’re just having a little cuddle as long-lost cousins,” Jake told his dad.
“That’s nice,” Uncle Rob smiled. Then seeing our two pairs of undies discarded together on top of the rest of our clothes and realising we were both in the nuddie, he beamed a broader grin at us and added, “That’s very nice, actually.”
We gently writhed together under the doona, Jake working his dick up and down between my bum-cheeks, and Uncle Rob said, “Well, goodnight boys… have sweet dreams together!”
And sleeping like that, with Jake’s stubble rubbing against my neck and his cock nuzzling into my arse, my dreams turned out to be especially sweet.
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