Furlong Four Play Pt. 03

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on, I want my turn!" Jake insisted. "He's my cuz and he'll be going back to Brisbane soon..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gasped, falling fowards, "I don't think I can go in for a third... my butt's too sore!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled more broadly and said, "Oh yes... that's even better... don't be afraid to go deep!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcus muttered, "Oh my god... that's so nice, Mr Furlong!"

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

"It's so brown and frothy," Marcus went on, "it's like being masturbated with a lovely rich chocolate sauce..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He urged my uncle on, calling out, "Aw yeah! Wank it, dad! That's it... do it harder! See if you can make it shoot!"

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

He muttered to me, "Really fast, Shane... and finger me hard!"

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

Uncle Rob hesitated but Jake impatiently encouraged him. "Come on... do me both ways, dad... like he's doing you."

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

"You're a bit moist back here, Jake," he said with some surprise.

"That'll be the spit from your sweet little nephew's mouth!" his son chuckled back.

Uncle Rob smirked towards me. "Gosh, Shane... your tongue certainly gets about!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcus managed to gasp, "Jesus Christ... this is so fucking hot!"

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

===

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

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

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

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

"No!" I gasped. "That's not the god's-honest, is it?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Brisbane," I shrugged. "I'm starting at UQ next September."