Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2015 14:27:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Furlong <robert.furlong@rocketmail.com>
Subject: My Two Uncles Part 1

MY TWO UNCLES PART 1
by Robert Furlong
robert.furlong@rocketmail.com
robertfurlong.tumblr.com

===

It was Uncle Brendan who saw me first.

I was trying to be sneaky but he must have spotted me peeping round the
door.

At first I thought I'd be in it deep and was about to duck out of view and
dash off back to bed.  But I held his gaze just long enough to see his
mouth break into a smile and then heard him say to Uncle Paul, "Looks like
we've got ourselves an audience!"

Uncle Paul, who was sort of squatting bent over in front of him, looked
over and laughed when he saw me hovering in the doorway.

That's when I figured they weren't gonna make a big deal and call my mom
and dad.

The two of them grinned over at me like that, still sort of rocking back
and forth and doing whatever it was they were doing, then I heard Uncle
Paul say, "It's okay, Bren, Sandy's always said she wants him to grow up
with a liberal view of sex."

Sandy's my mom.  She's also Uncle Paul's older sister.

And it's true that she wants me to be 'sexually broad-minded' as she puts
it.  She and dad never close their bedroom door even when they're making
love and they know I'm spying on them.  She says it's good that I see how
the birds and bees work, whatever that means, and dad always laughs when
he's putting me back to bed and sees how my cannon's raised high and making
my pyjama bottoms stick right out.

It's all about me growing up without any embarrassment or hang-ups, or at
least that's what mom says.  So that's why I'd crept along to see what my
two uncles were doing when I heard sounds like they were making love too.

"But who could they be making love to?" I'd wondered as I'd listened to
them panting and grunting from along the corridor.  There weren't any other
women staying with them in the house – neither of them had wives or
girlfriends or anything like that – and in any case the two of them were
sharing the one spare bed we've got in the house.

When I'd peeped around the door, I'd found the two of them were the only
ones in the room.  They were both in their nuddies, which was kind of
weird, and Uncle Brendan was behind Uncle Paul with their bodies sort of
writhing against each other, moving together with a steady, gentle rhythm.
I couldn't tell if they were wrestling or playing piggy-back or just having
some stupid joke, but I was amazed at how sweaty they were and how hot and
stinky the room had got.

That's when Uncle Brendan saw me in the doorway and Uncle Paul, who was
bending over in front of him, looked over and laughed.

"Pretty curious were you, Matthew?" Uncle Brendan chuckled.

He kept doing his thing against Uncle Paul's butt, his hips grinding away
at it without missing a beat.

"If you want to see what we're doing, you should come right in," Uncle Paul
called over.  "You don't have to spy around the doorway like a peeping
Tom!"

"Will his mom be okay with him seeing this?" Uncle Brendan asked him, still
pumping his hips back and forth a bit like dad does when he's doing sex
stuff with mom.

"She'd be more pissed off if we sent him away," my mom's brother replied,
just sort of squatting there pushing his butt back to meet Uncle Brendan's
hips.  "She'd say it was teaching him that what we're doing is somehow
dirty or nasty."

"Come on in, then, chief," Uncle Brendan chuckled over to me.  "Get a good
look at how it's done when it's two guys doing it!"

I walked into the room and over to the end of their bed.

From that angle I could see that Uncle Brendan's pecker was pushed between
Uncle Paul's butt-cheeks and sort of moving in and out, the way dad's does
when he's going at it with mom.  It looked very thick and hard, really
slippy from all the goo that was on it, and his nuts were enormous too and
pressing against the backs of Uncle Paul's legs.

At first I couldn't help but burst out laughing.  I mean, he couldn't have
his big chub up there for real, could he?

"What are you laughing at?" Uncle Brendan asked me.

"The way you guys are pressing up against each other," I giggled, "makes it
look like your wick's up Uncle Paul's pooper!"

The two of them laughed back and I was pleased they could see the funny
side of it.  Uncle Brendan didn't pull away, though, and from what I could
see, it really did look like he had the massive thing plugged up Uncle
Paul's butthole.  It was wedged between his cheeks and the big fat shaft of
it disappeared off into the furry crack.

"So... er... what are you doing?" I asked, still chuckling at the idea that
one man might shove his beanstalk up another man's fudge tunnel.

"What do you think we're doing?" Uncle Paul grinned back, still squatting
on all fours with his butt pushed right back against Uncle Brendan's bush.

I didn't know what to say – what I wanted to say sounded too silly –
so I just giggled and said I didn't know.

"What's it called when your mom and dad do this?" Uncle Brendan asked.

"Do what?" I asked.

"When your dad pushes his stick up inside part of your mom's body."

"Making love," I told him.

"Well, that's what we're doing too."

"But you guys can't make love," I chortled, just about creasing up.  "I
mean, you're two men, aren't you?!"

"That's exactly what we're doing," Uncle Paul said, smiling at my
amusement.  "This is what it looks like when two men are making love."

"Yeah?" I grinned hardly able to believe it.  "You do it by letting him
shove his dick up your butt?"

"It's not that I'm 'letting him', Matthew," he chuckled.  "I'm doing this
because I want to... because I'm enjoying it too!"

He pushed himself up a bit so I could see his beef-pole rising up from
between his legs.  It looked huge and its helmet was a deep shade of
purple, covered in a shiny wet liquid that was oozing from its slit.

"Wow!" I laughed.  "You've got a chubbie even bigger and thicker than dad's
gets when he's doing sex stuff with mom!"

Uncle Paul laughed back.  "That's what Uncle Brendan's wanger is doing to
me... making me feel sexy the way it's sliding in and out of my bum!"

"That's awesome!" I kept laughing.  "I didn't know that dudes could do sex
stuff together!"

"Not all men do sex stuff," Uncle Paul explained, smiling at how interested
I was watching Uncle Brendan's thick slippery rod sliding in and out of his
butt-crack.  "Only men who love each other, like me and Uncle Brendan do."

I couldn't believe how hairy he was back there.  It was like a thick black
forest sprouting out from between his big, round cheeks.

"What if you let out a fart?" I giggled.  "While his todger's up your poop
chute?"

Uncle Brendan found that hilarious but Uncle Paul just smiled answered the
question.  "It's polite to hold them in, Matthew!  I'm sure your mom's
taught you that!"

I nodded, still giggling at the thought of his big hairy butt-crack letting
out a stinker of a fart around Uncle Brendan's thick donger.

When Uncle Brendan had stopped laughing he said, "But accidents do happen
sometimes.  More often, though, when your Uncle Paul is doing it to me."

"When Uncle Paul is doing it to you?" I repeated, not understanding.

Uncle Paul, still smiling, said, "We don't always make love like this,
Matthew.  Sometimes we do it the other way around and I push my jimmy up
your Uncle Brendan's bum."

"Wow!" I laughed.  "Mom and dad can't swap places like that!"

Uncle Brendan beamed down at me, with his massive chopper driving quickly
in and out of Uncle Paul's gaping butthole.

"We make love in lots of ways," he told me.  "We put our mouths around each
other boners... lie down together so we can suck them for each other..."

"That is so boss!" I gasped.  "Does it make the white stuff come out like
dad's does when mom does it?"

"Sometimes," Uncle Brendan laughed.  "But usually it's better when we make
the white stuff come out by sliding them in and out of each other's bums."

"How else do you make love?" I asked, eager to learn how it worked when it
was two men.

"Sometimes we lick each other's bottoms," Uncle Paul grinned over at me,
still on all fours and really pushing his hips back to meet Uncle Brendan's
thrusts.

I nearly fell about with laughter at the thought of them doing that.

"Come on, don't be daft!" I managed gasp, through gales of giggles.  "I
can't believe anyone would do that!"

"We do," Uncle Brendan proudly declared.  "Not often, but sometimes."

"No you don't!" I insisted, still cracking up at the idea.

Uncle Paul said, "It's something that's only done by men who love each
other very, very much."

"Okay then," I said, with a challenge to my voice.  "Let's see you do it."

"Do you want to show him?" Uncle Brendan asked him, as if I couldn't hear.
Then in more of a whisper, "You've seen that he's running a stiffie,
haven't you?"

I was running a stiffie: he was right on that score.  It was making the
front of my pyjama bottoms stick out like I had a toy gun stuffed down
there.  I liked it that my two uncles both had big hard bong-ons while mine
was, in its own smaller way, showing itself to be just as manly.

"I think it's great that he's curious," Uncle Paul said, pulling his butt
away from Uncle Brendan's huge swollen porker.  When the massive head of
thing pulled out from Uncle Paul's back passage, his ringpiece accidentally
let out a really loud fart that made him go bright red and sent me into
another fit of giggles.

They kept talking while I was in stitches and it was only when I at last
managed to pull myself together that I heard Uncle Paul finishing off what
he was saying with, "... and it's only natural that he finds watching us
sexy and exciting."

By the time I finally was able to look back over at them in their new
positions on the bed, still tittering at how funny Uncle Paul's huge back
blast had been, I saw that Uncle Brendan was standing up in front of my
mom's brother with his back turned towards him so that his big muscly butt
was right in front of his face.  His crack was even hairier than Uncle
Paul's had been; a coarse wiry undergrowth of it was bristling out from
between his cheeks.

"Okay, Matthew," Uncle Paul said in a more serious voice like my teacher
did when he thought things had got out of hand.  "I'm going to lick Uncle
Brendan's bum now, and I don't want you to laugh again like you just did,
because this is a very special thing for two men to do together."

"Will he fart in your face?" I managed to say before setting myself off
again.

When I'd settled down, he said, in that teacher voice again, "Uncle Brendan
won't fart, I can promise you that.  He'll just be enjoying having my
tongue licking at his bumhole, just like I was enjoying having his stevie
inside mine."

"Will he like it so much that it'll make him shoot his white stuff all
over?" I asked.

"Perhaps," Uncle Paul said before Uncle Brendan joked: "It's more likely
that your Uncle Paul will be shooting his white stuff all over while he's
got his face pushed between my bum cheeks!"

I laughed but now I was fascinated: I'd have to watch Uncle Paul's pecker
carefully in case it went off without me noticing just like dad's sometimes
did.

Uncle Paul turned to the huge, round butt-cheeks in front of him and
pressed his face into the hairy crack so that his mouth was right where the
hole would be.  I could see his mouth was moving as he worked his tongue in
and out, and I couldn't believe how hard it made my wiener throb against my
pyjamas as I watched him lapping at Uncle Brendan's pooper.

Uncle Brendan looked down at me and beamed a really big smile, then grabbed
hold of his own big shlong and worked his hand quickly up and down its
thick length.  I smiled back at him, enjoying watching him doing something
to himself that I liked doing to my own in my bed at night.  I always liked
it when I saw men jerking off with their knobs all horned-up.  I'd seen my
dad bashing away at his in the shed when mom was out shopping, and one day
round my mate Jason's house we'd spied on his dad sitting on the toilet
looking at a magazine with his wrist going at it full speed.  Both times,
white stuff had ended up shooting out of the men's bell-ends so I watched
Uncle Brendan's intently in case his did the same.

When it didn't – when it was just his fist pounding the massive thing –
I looked down at Uncle Paul's rock hard broomstick, in case it was about to
start flinging its yoghurt.

He was rubbing his hand up and down his shaft even faster than Uncle
Brendan was, while his mouth was munching away at the big hairy butt in his
face.  The head of it was bright red and had gone really shiny but there
wasn't any white stuff squirting out of the slit and in the end I decided
this was actually pretty boring.

I didn't want to watch guys make love by chewing on each other's butts –
it was just about as dull as watching dad when he sticks his face in mom's
boob.  I wanted to see them sticking their poles up each other's tooshies.
That had been the most fun: seeing their two big manly bodies joined
together the way that mom and dad end up when they're doing it on their
bed.

I said, "How long do you do it for?  Like this, I mean."

Uncle Paul pulled his face away from licking between Uncle Brendan's
butt-cheeks, and made me giggle by pulling some curly hairs off his lips.

He said, "Making love shouldn't be timed, Matthew.  We do it for as long as
it feels nice for us both."

I looked at Uncle Brendan's gaping crack, and saw how the forest of curly
hair which was sprouting from it, was now wet and frothy where Uncle Pauls'
mouth had been.

"What does it taste like?" I couldn't help but ask.  "Is it dead nasty like
poo?"

Uncle Paul chuckled and shook his head.  "Of course not... it tastes
beautiful and sexy... a very special sort of taste."

"Can I have a taste of it?" I asked, craning my head towards the furry
trench between Uncle Brendan's muscular cheeks.  I was fascinated to know
what a 'sexy' taste was like.  Whether it would be stinky or sweaty, or
like the smell of dirty pants.

Uncle Paul laughed, "Proper little rim-rookie, isn't he?"

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I saw his big standing-up prick
swell up even harder and the end get really fat and shiny.

"No, you can't do that," Uncle Brendan said with a kind smile.  "It's
something that only grown men do together, Matthew."

"Can I have a lick of yours, then?" I asked Uncle Paul, desperate to see
what it was like.

With some things like scrounging for sweets at the supermarket, Uncle Paul
will give in to stuff that Uncle Brendan won't.  Something about him being
my mom's brother makes him more likely to say yes.

Not this time, though.

"It's for men, Matthew, not young lads your age.  You can try it all you
want when you reach eighteen."

"He's gonna be really popular with the guys at college," Uncle Brendan
laughed.

"Can I see you 'doing it' again?" I asked.  "I mean, doing it properly like
mom and dad do, but doing it up the pooper instead of a woman's veejay?"

"It's called making love," Uncle Brendan laughed, getting down on his knees
and bending over in front of Uncle Paul.  He reached back and put a hand on
each of his butt cheeks and prized them apart while Uncle Paul shuffled up
behind him.

I realised I was going to get to watch them doing it the other way round to
how they'd been making love when I'd first seen them.

"Oh wow!" I called out.  "Do you always do it both ways?  Take turns to
push your boners up each other's brown holes?"

Uncle Paul beamed over at me as he worked the big red head of his pecker
into Uncle Brendan's hairy crack.

"Sometimes," he said, "but not that often.  Usually Uncle Brendan makes
love to me using my bum, but sometimes we like to do it this way too."

"That's ace!" I laughed.  "It must get really boring for dad, having to
always do it the same way round."

"I don't think he'd like doing it this way round," Uncle Brendan laughed
back, as he pushed his big round butt back onto Uncle Paul's prick.

I watched as his long fat stalk-on slid slowly through Uncle Brendan's
dookie-tube.

"Does it make your willy smell afterwards?" I asked.  "Making love like
this?"

"A little bit," he admitted.  "But it's a nice sort of smell... it reminds
me of being intimate with Uncle Brendan."

"Does it stink really bad when you take it out to pee?" I asked, fascinated
by the thought that next time I was standing next to Uncle Paul or Uncle
Brendan in the loo, one of their dicks might give me a whiff of the other
uncle's butt.

"It doesn't stink," Uncle Paul laughed as his todger disappeared into the
bristly forest of Uncle Brendan's butt crack.  "But it does have a certain
odour to it."

"Can other men smell it when you're using the public loo?"

I would hate for that to happen to me: for other lads at school to know I'd
had my twig up someone's backdoor from the way it smelt when I was peeing.

It would be a dead funny way for me and dad to have a joke, though: for me
and him and Uncle Paul to be peeing when we were out somewhere and for me
to sniff the air and say to dad like I really meant it: "Can you smell
Uncle Brendan's butt?"

We'd both sniff a few times like there was a definite smell coming from
somewhere, then I'd lean over to take a whiff of Uncle Paul's big floppy
cob as he peed.

I'd say, "Yeah!  There it is!  It's coming from Uncle Paul's todger!  How
come your dick smells of Uncle Brendan's butthole?!"

Dad would really laugh at that.  I wondered if he knew how men make love
when there isn't a woman for them to do it with.  I wondered if he knew
Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan did it together using each other's poopers.

Uncle Paul just laughed and said, "Of course not, Matthew.  It doesn't
smell that strong.  It hardly smells at all."

His hairy bush was now tickling Uncle Brendan's big meaty cheeks and his
nads were pressing against the back of his thighs.

The two of them turned to me and grinned, their bodies locked together,
before Uncle Paul started moving his hips back and forth so his pork-sword
moved slowly in and out of the damp hairy crack.  I just stared at them,
enthralled by how amazing they looked as two grown men making love right in
front of me.

Uncle Paul's steady rhythm gradually quickened until he started panting and
his forehead ended up wet with sweat as he enjoyed the feel of having his
chubbed-up dick deep up inside Uncle Brendan.  I noticed Uncle Brendan was
enjoying it too: his breath was getting faster as he smiled over at me and
I saw him start to push his butt-cheeks back to meet Uncle Pauls' firm
thrusts.

Just then Uncle Paul struggled to change his position: rising to his feet
and sort of squatting behind Uncle Brendan who stuck his butt right out
like he was taking a massive crap.  Uncle Paul grabbed him by the shoulders
and the two of them started going at it really quickly: so fast that Uncle
Paul's hips made loud cracking sounds against Uncle Brendan's butt and so
that rough I could hear his nuts slapping between them.

"Oh wow!  That's wicked!" I called out as they really went for it together.
Uncle Paul's dork was ramming in and out of Uncle Brendan's backside with
long, curving sweeps.  It was making Uncle Brendan's own big sausage bounce
around underneath his belly as he kept pushing himself back to meet its
frantic thrusts.

I heard Uncle Brendan whisper over his shoulder to Uncle Paul, "He really
likes watching it gay-style, doesn't he?  His boner is sticking right out
again!"

"It's nice he's so curious to see how two men make love together," Uncle
Paul said back to him, his voice becoming breathless from how fast and hard
his hips were bucking.

"He's making a big wet patch around his knob-end.  Any second now he gonna
start whacking himself off!"

It was like I couldn't hear them; like I wasn't standing right there while
they were doing sex stuff in front of me.

"Do you get a boner when you're watching your mom and dad making love?"
Uncle Paul asked me.

"I guess," I shrugged.  "It's not a bad thing, is it?"

"Of course it's not," he laughed, his face going red from how fast his
jackhammer was going at it back and forth from Uncle Brendan's big sweaty
butt.  "It's natural to get aroused while you're looking at something
sexy."

Just then the bedroom door swung open and dad peered around it, first
surprised to see my uncles going at it on the bed and then even more
wide-eyed at the sight of me standing watching them.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he called over to me.

And I stared back at him, equally wide-eyed, suddenly uneasy at being
caught spying on two men doing it together and even more embarrassed that
my pyjama front was sticking right out at full-mast.

"I... I dunno..." I stammered, grabbing my crotch to hide my woodie.
"They... er... they said I could watch them..."

"Is that true?" dad asked, turning to my uncles who were still at it at
full speed, banging away together like the guinea pigs do in the biology
lab at school.  "Did you say he could watch you having sex like... like
this?"

Dad's face looked shocked and his cheeks were bright red.  What the hell
sort of trouble had we all got ourselves into?

===

To be concluded...

===

robert.furlong@rocketmail.com
robertfurlong.tumblr.com

===