Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2016 09:35:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Furlong <robert.furlong@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Furlong Four Play Part 2

FURLONG FOUR PLAY PART 2
by Robert Furlong

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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.

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