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Giving Smithy a Bum-Job

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GIVING SMITHY A BUM-JOB by Robert Furlong

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He kept going on about how hard-up he was. How he hadn't had his cock up an arse for however long it was and how his balls were so blue that a fart would get him off.

Me and Biggsy kept laughing at how desperate he was acting but I kind of felt sorry for him in a stupid sort of way. Smithy's the only bender we know in our dead-end little town, and it can't be easy for him to meet up with other blokes when he fancies having himself some bum fun.

So then Biggsy goes and says, "Why can't you just fuck a girl when you get horny? There's plenty 'round here who'd be up for it."

I nearly choked on my blow that made me laugh so much. I mean, Biggsy's always half-baked at the best of times, but get a bit of weed in him and I swear he's cock-a-doodle-do.

"He's fucking gay, you dick-squirt," I managed to blurt out through my fits of giggles. "He wants his knob up an arse, not up some tart's vagoo!"

"I didn't mean up her muff!" Biggsy barked over at me. "I meant up her arse - the right sort of girl would let you do that, Smithy mate!"

"I'm not gonna shag some girl up her skanky arse," Smithy said back, looking dead funny he was so outraged by the suggestion that he would. "I want a fit lad's chuff around my knob... I wanna see his muscly buns and smell his hairy crack while I'm sliding my cock in and out of his dookie..."

"Loadsa girls 'round here have muscly buns and hairy cracks," Biggsy chuckled.

"It's got to be a bloke, seriously mate," Smithy grinned back at him. "I wanna reach underneath him and wank his prick off while I fuck him... there's not many girls I could that to, is there?"

"Oh I dunno..." Biggsy laughed. "Pick one up on the Powell Estate and anything's possible!"

"Is that what you do then?" I asked him, interested in how it worked when gay lads were shagging each other. "Wank him off while you're bumming him up the arse?"

"Of course you do!" Smithy snapped, looking irritated that I could be so stupid as not to know that. "He's got to enjoy it too, mate. You've got to wank him off... it'd be selfish not to."

"But doesn't he enjoy having your cock up inside him?" I asked.

"Well yeah... he does," Smith said, looking less pissed off now that he could see I was genuinely intrigued. "I mean, it does feel kinda nice..."

"Have you had a dick up you?" Biggsy cut in. I was pleased he'd asked that - I'd always wondered it myself. Smithy went on and on about bending blokes over and banging them up their brown-eyes, but he never said much about doing it the other way too.

Thinking about the question, he took a draw of his joint and slowly exhaled. Biggsy turned the telly down a few notches so we didn't miss his answer.

"I do take it sometimes, yeah," he said. "And when I do it that way, I usually enjoy it..."

"But you prefer being the one looking at the back of the other guy's head?" Biggsy grinned.

"Yeah, that usually works better for me," Smithy chuckled back. "At least when there's two of us... when there's three blokes, it's best being the one in the middle!"

That made me and Biggsy laugh for ages - the blow we'd got was top-notch stuff - but I couldn't help but wonder if Smithy really had picked up two guys at once.

"Are you for real, mate?" I called over to him when Biggsy had finally stopped giggling like a derf. "You've actually copped off with two lads at the same time?"

"A couple of times, yeah," Smithy grinned. I knew he wouldn't be telling us this if he wasn't so ripped. "You remember that stag do I went on in Blackpool last year...?"

We both grinned wide-eyed. Jesus, if I looked as gormless as Biggsy did when I was high, I'd really have to start laying off the stuff.

"I picked up a couple of blokes there and the three of us did it in one of their hotel rooms. Fucking stunk the place out we did... shagging each other every which way!"

"Aw Jesus," Biggsy chortled. "Three dicks and not a pussy in sight! What a fucking waste..."

"That's the whole point!" Smithy laughed. "Who needs a pussy when you've got three tight little arseholes to play with!"

"Blokes' arses, though," Biggsy said back. "All hairy and shitty..."

I could see Biggsy was pretty much on the opposite end of the sexuality spectrum from where Smithy had landed up.

"Seriously mate," Smithy grinned over at him indulgently. "Another lad's arse is as horny as fuck when you're buried ball-deep up it and it's squeezing your porker as tight as a vice!"

Biggsy looked unconvinced but I couldn't help but laugh. I said, "You sure like getting your cock up another fella's grizzly!"

Smithy smiled over. "I'm getting a fucking bone-on over here, all this talk of shagging blokes up their butts! I'm fucking desperate, mate - it's been way too long!"

"How long has it been?" I asked him.

"Six months," he said, "and that was just a quickie with some old geezer in the park."

"Why don't you just wank off when you're in the shower?" Biggsy asked, like it really could be just a simple as that!

"I'm sick of tossing myself off," Smithy grumbled. "I need a hot, sticky arsehole champing at my poker... a nice furry crack to watch my schlong sliding in and out of..."

Smithy stared over at Biggsy and I guess his eyes must have wandered a little lower down on his body than Biggsy had expected.

"No fucking way, mate!" Biggsy bellowed, laughing hysterically. "You ain't getting your fucking dong anywhere near my virgin shitter!"

I peered over, not really getting it at first, and Biggsy kept laughing and called over to me, "He's checking me out between my legs! Eyeing up between my thighs like he wants to shove his gay woodie up my clampster!"

Smithy laughed too. "Sorry mate, but it's driving me up the wall! Two lovely little arseholes you're both sitting on, and neither of them up for having some fun!"

"You'd really wanna bum us?" Biggsy grinned at him. "We're your two best mates and you'd wanna bend us over and shag us up our arses?"

"Of course I fucking would," Smithy admitted with a smirk. I knew that there was no way he would be telling us this if he hadn't taken half a bag of weed into his lungs already. "You're both pretty fit and I bet you've got a gorgeous pair of hot brown mussies hiding away down the backs of your kecks!"

"Aw, you dirty bastard!" Biggsy laughed uproariously. He was pretending like he was shocked but I could tell he was loving this really. "You're not serious are you?"

Smithy grabbed at the front of his jeans and made it obvious that he was flying at full mast underneath the blue material. "I'm about eight inches of serious, mate!"

"Fuck me!" Biggsy chortled. "Have you seen this, Gabe? He's got a big fuck-off dong in his pants and it's horny for our two crud-boxes!"

"It's hardly surprising," I said back, grinning at them both. "He's gay and here's us two lads right next to him with our tight little poopers between our cakes... it's no wonder, really, that's he's getting horned-up thinking about one of us giving him a piggy-back!"

"You have no idea, Gabe," Smithy said, looking genuinely agitated. "My bollocks are aching and I keep jizzing off in my sleep, I'm so horny!"

"All for the sake of getting your dick up an arse...?"

"That's all I need, mate... a little brown bullseye just to work my cock in and out of... just for a few fucking seconds... just until I've cum..."

I was about to say something that I knew Biggsy would never let me forget, when he interrupted me by feeling the need to tell us both, "If I was gonna do gay stuff, I reckon I'd be like you, Smithy - I'd want my dick up the other guy's arse. I don't fancy all the kissy-cuddly stuff and there's no way in fuck I'm gonna bend over to get bummed by some other fella's knob."

Smithy wasn't much interested in that and instead turned to ask me, "What about you, Gabe? What would you wanna do if you were with another bloke?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "I ain't ever really thought about it."

"Would you wanna bend over for another fella?" he persisted.

"I dunno," I said again. "I suppose... in a way... if you're gonna do gay stuff you might as well do something you can't do with a girl..."

"You wanna get your arse fucked, Gabe?" Biggsy chortled, taking the piss, and I was wishing that he wasn't with us the way things had started heading.

"I'm just saying that there's no point doing stuff you could do with a girl... you should try doing something different... see what it feels like..."

"So let's get this straight," Biggsy chuckled. "Smithy over here - our resident gay boy - is desperate to nut off up some bloke's hairy arse..."

"Me balls are so fucking full, mate," Smithy snivelled, laying it on thick. "The elastic on my Calvins is making them chaffe red raw..."

"And Gabe over on this side," Biggsy went on, "has come over all bi-curious tonight... so off his head that he wouldn't mind having a sausage sliding up his shit chute..."

"I didn't say that," I countered. "And I'm not so stoned that I don't know what I'm doing..."

"You said you wouldn't mind seeing what it feels like," Biggsy reminded me.

"Well, yeah... but..."

I couldn't think of how to respond to that so I just stared at Smithy hoping he'd help me out.

Instead he looked serious and muttered, "You'd be doing me a hell of a favour, mate..."

My brain told my mouth to say, "Dream on, Smithy, it ain't gonna happen." Instead I heard my tongue forming the slightly different sentence: "And you reckon it'll take just a minute or so...?"

"If that," Smithy nodded. "And I'll owe you big-time, dude."

"Oh my God!" Biggsy laughed. "You guys cannot be serious!"

"It's got fuck all to do with you!" Smithy barked at him, more aggressively than I'd ever heard him speak to anyone. "It's just one guy helping his mate out, that's all!"

"Except I'm gonna have to watch it! Watch you getting his shit all over your cock!"

"Well, piss off back home then!" Smithy snapped at him. "We're not asking for an audience!"

"No, I reckon I'll stay put," Biggsy sneered. "Might teach me a bit of stuff they didn't tell us about in sex ed!"

Smithy didn't force it: if it came to a fight we both knew Biggsy could take him. Smithy was a big bloke but Biggsy had more dirty tricks up his sleeve.

So Smithy backed down but saved face by adding, "If you film us on your phone, I'll smash the thing. I swear to God."

Biggsy kept sneering. "Yeah, like I'd wanna see it twice!"

Smithy turned back to me and said, his face looking almost pleading by now, "This is so good of you, Gabe. There's nothing gay in it... I want you to know that, mate..."

I should have said - if the whole brain-to-mouth circuit had been working properly - that it had been a stupid joke and of course I wouldn't let him roger my fucking arse. But instead I heard myself say, "So how do we do it? Do I get on the floor or something?"

"Yeah, just get on all-fours and pull the back of your jeans down. Pretend like you're squeezing a shit out and it'll all be over before you know I'm even up there!"

"Bit of high class porn this!" Biggsy chuckled and we both glared at him to butt the fuck out.

Say you're going to get more cans, then grab your coat and sod off home, my brain was telling me. Instead, I did as Smithy had asked and kneeled down on the floor, bending forwards to support myself with both hands on the sticky carpet.

"Right, pull the back of your kecks down," Smithy commanded, undoing his fly. "If you want me to wank you off, pull the front down too."

"It's like Mills and Boon," Biggsy quipped but this time we both just ignored him.

I undid my belt and yanked my jeans and boxers down a bit. I wanted him to wank me off - my cock was already semi at the thought of having a bloke who'd know what he was doing giving me a hand-job.

"Oh my God," Biggsy laughed. "You're not gonna push your dick into that godawful thing... tell me you're not!"

"What's wrong with it?" Smithy bit back, grappling his hard-on out through his fly. "It's a hot piece of tush..."

"No way is it! It's spotty and flabby with a skanky crack that looks like it stinks to high fuck..."

"Is it that bad?" I asked, swivelling my head around to look at Smithy.

"There's nothing wrong with it," he said abruptly, reaching forwards to run his fingers between my cheeks, all the way from the backs of my bollocks right up inside my trench to where it levelled out at the bottom of my spine.

Before I could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, he raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed them deeply.

"Aw Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "This is gonna be awesome! Your arse is gonna reek once I'm shagging you up it!"

Biggsy guffawed but I cringed with embarrassment.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked him. "That my arse smells, I mean?"

"It's the best, mate," he replied, shuffling up behind me. "Now just relax and push back when you feel my bell-end sliding into you."

Smithy put both hands on my hips as he pushed his cock head against the hottest and stickiest part of my hairy furrow.

"Aw, this is dead nice," he said with the tip of his donger jabbing against my hot manky hole. "You're a star, Gabe, letting me use your arse like this. I'm not gonna forget this in a hurry, mate."

"Me neither," Biggsy muttered.

Smithy reached fowards and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me against him as his fat helmet suddenly pushed its way inside me.

I let out a fart - a real blow-out to be honest - but Smithy didn't seem to care and started sliding the rest of his cock up my gravy spout. It felt massive - much, much thicker than I'd expected - and my poor bum-ring strained and stretched to cope with the sheer girth of the thing.

So then Biggsy chuckled, "I had no idea gay sex could be so beautiful, guys. It's like watching a love scene seeing him work his big knob into your gungy turd-hole, Gabe!"

"Shuddup!" I snapped. "Do you think I like having him screw me up the butt?"

Smithy kept going, sliding his shaft effortlessly up my raunchy passage.

He said, "It's gonna stink really rough once I get going properly, but I promise I'll spunk off as fast as I can..."

"Sheer poetry," Biggsy tittered.

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Smithy barked at him.

"Although I've got to admit," he went on, "it's kinda hot watching you shove a big cock like yours up another fella's hairy arse..."

"Yeah?" Smithy asked, clearly unconvinced, with his pubic bush now tickling my bum-cheeks.

"Yeah," Biggsy grinned and I waited for the insulting punchline.

Biggsy stayed quiet and Smithy grabbed me by the hips again and started working his thick dick slowly in and out of my hole.

"Aw yeah, this is just what I need!" he gasped. "Your brown-ring is really tasty, mate!"

"How can it be tasty?" I laughed, pushing my butt-cheeks back against his hips. "It's just my skanky arsehole!"

"It's as hot as fuck!" Smithy chuckled, speeding his rhythm up as he started thrusting more roughly. "It all tight and slidey, and it's got a lovely beefy stink to it!"

He inhaled deeply, craning his face down to get his nose as close as he could to the hairy crack his thick cock was pushing in and out of, and gasped, "Aw fuck yeah! It's gonna be a really smelly bum-job, this... just how I like it!"

I had to laugh again. "Is that what I'm doing, Smithy? Giving you a bum-job?"

"Too right you are," he panted, now going at full-pelt in and out of my hole. "And I owe you big-time, Gabe... I won't forget it!"

I liked that he called it a 'bum-job'. It made it sound like what we doing was just two stupid lads doing sex play. Kind of like, "My gay mate was horny, so I bent over and gave him a bum-job as a favour!"

Yeah, that sounded like getting butt-fucked was really just a bit of fun between mates.

Biggsy, to my surprise, had a different take on it.

He called over, "I can't believe I've ended up with a boned-up pole watching you dirty fuckers going at it like a couple of horny sailors!"

In spite of how much he was enjoying thumping in and out of me, Smithy had to laugh. "Getting you all horny, is it... watching my big gay dick fudging his hairy little clacker?!"

Biggsy undid himself and pulled a hefty rod of his own out through his zipper. The skin was pulled right back and the head of it was a shiny red like an unripe plum.

"I'm gonna need to wank off, guys... fuck knows why, but seeing you shagging him up his arse is making my knob sore!"

Smithy laughed again as Biggsy grabbed his thick veiny shaft and started jacking his foreskin up and down.

Then he suggested to Biggsy, "Kneel down in front of Gabe, mate... he can get his gob around your schlong... nosh you off while I'm ploughing his muck!"

"I'm not gonna suck Biggsy's cock, dude! I'm not having that scabby thing anywhere near my mouth!"

"All right then," Smithy said, having another idea. "Come over here and stand over his back... I'll suck you off the best you've ever had!"

Biggsy leapt up from the couch and hurried over to Smithy. He yanked his trousers and pissy Y-fronts down and clambered over me to position one knee on either side of my torso.

The slurping started up immediately as Smithy proved how expert he was at giving head to another bloke.

"Aw that's nice, mate," Biggsy gasped. "Use your tongue on me pisser..."

I looked back over my shoulder but all I could see was Biggsy's rough-as-fuck arse. He'd laughed about how grody my crack had looked but - Jesus wept! - his was a fucking shit-fest round his chunder and the backs of his saggy white briefs were a road map of skid-marks.

I wondered if even Smithy would fuck an arse as heinous as that.

"Really suck it hard... like it's a fucking lolly..." Biggsy panted. "And don't be frightened to use your teeth!"

I was pleased that Biggsy had joined in with us. I'd been worried that next time we were with Sanders and Crawley he'd start taking the piss about watching Gabe have his stinky brown crack fucked by Smithy's big chopper. Now that he was ball-deep himself, and his back-door was so much skankier than mine, I didn't think it so likely that the memory would re-surface.

"Ah yeah... I can smell his shitty arse getting fucked!" Biggsy huffed, grabbing the taller guy's head and hammering his cock really fast in and out of his mouth.

"This gay sex stuff," he grunted, bucking his hips like a piston. "There's not much that's gay about it..."

Smithy pulled off him and his thick goopy slaver dribbled down onto my arse cheeks.

"Fuck me up the arse!" he commanded to Biggsy. "Get behind me and shove your dick up me chuff while I'm porking him up his!"

"Aw yeah!" Biggsy surprised me by agreeing, and quickly moved around behind Smithy to squat down between his shins.

"Bloody hell, Smithy mate, your arse is like a big gaping cunt," he declared. "I thought you said you didn't like having cocks up it..."

"I didn't say I didn't like it," Smithy called back. "I just said I prefer it when it's my chubster what goes up the dumpster."

Biggsy shuffled up closer to his new-found fuck-buddy and guided his dick into position.

"A bit manky back here, aren't you?" Biggsy said as he pushed his cock head up through Smithy's well-stretched pooper.

Smithy chuckled, gasping at the intrustion. "Just think of it as natural lube, mate."

Biggsy's hips started smacking against Smithy's buttocks and he grunted in pleasure as he had his first taste of fucking another bloke up the arse.

"Aw Jesus! This is fucking crisp!" he gasped, humping his mate's back-end as fast as his hips could buck. "Your arse is dead tight and the inside's more wet and slidey than a minge!"

"Hold still!" Smithy told him, sounding fucked off that Biggsy had started banging him so rough. "I'm the one in the middle, so it's my cock and arse that do the moving... okay?"

"Whatever, mate," Biggsy panted. "Just hurry up... my helmet's gonna burst!"

Smithy started thrusting and called out, "Aw! Fuck yeah!" He loved the feel of having his dick slide in and out of my bunghole while his own had Biggsy's big cock slurping back and forth.

"Come on, wank me off, Smithy mate!" I called out, peering back at the pair of them kneeling down one behind the other. "You said you'd wank my knob off if I pulled the front of my kecks down..."

He knelt over me, reached under me and grabbed my dick which was mostly hard but still a bit droopy.

"How does it feel having a big gay cock dooking your toosh?" he asked, teasing my foreskin back and forth with a tenderness I hadn't expected from such a big, gruff bloke.

"A bit weird," I admitted. "But a lot nicer now that you're playing with my dick!"

"Turn the telly off," he muttered into my ear, still bending over me as he fondled my stiffening cock.

Thinking that the late night talk-show must be distracting him, I reached up and grabbed the remote off the armchair and pressed standby, plunging the TV into darkness.

"Aw, look at the three of us," he chuckled, peering up at the blank screen. "We look fucking wayward, man!"

I wasn't sure what he meant at first but then I realised he was looking at our reflection on the telly. There we all were: me on all fours taking dick like a bitch; Smithy crouching over me, wanking my cock off as he fucked me up the arse; and Biggsy kneeling behind him having his hard-on pumped between Smithy's thrusting buttocks.

"Aw Jesus!" I laughed. "Look at us deviants! Gaying it up like three nancies!"

"Fuck off!" Biggsy bit back. "Nancies don't do it the way we are! This is just bumming, mate... nothing more, nothing less."

"Exactly!" Smithy laughed, now bashing my wanged-up cock off with his hand as fast as he was pumping Biggsy's longer and thicker todger with his arse. "This is just bloke sex, Gabe... three horny fellas getting each other off..."

"So this isn't gay stuff then?" I asked, really loving the feel of Smithy's hand on my prick. He sure knew how to wank another lad's dick off - he was squeezing it just hard enough and his wrist was flicking back and forth with a steady, unwavering rhythm.

"Of course it isn't!" he laughed. "If it was gay stuff we'd be kissing and cuddling each other and shit like that... this is just bum sex, dude... the sort of shagging I like best, if I'm honest!"

I must admit I felt kind of pleased - sticking my bum out on all fours like that, taking Smithy's big cock up me while he was getting his arse fucked by Biggsy's thick rooster - that what we were doing definitely wasn't gay sex.

"I can see why you like it... it stinks to high fuck!" Biggsy breathlessly chipped in, clearly loving the rank, raunchy odour of our double brown-holing.

"Yeah, the stink's the best bit," Smithy grunted. Then, grabbing me by the shoulder and wanking me off a lot more quickly, added, "Get ready to bust your nuts, boys, 'cause I'm going for gold and I won't last long..."

Before I could ask what that meant, he started thrusting his hips as fast as he could making his cock jackhammer in and out of my cleaved arsehole.

"Fuck yeah!" Biggsy gasped, receiving the back end of Smithy's exertions, the taller guy's arsehole frantically squelching up and down the whole length of his grateful girth.

"Wank me off real fast, bro!" I panted, wondering why I was called Smithy 'bro' when I'd never once felt the urge to call him that in all the years I'd known him.

His hand went full-pelt on my dick and he bent right over me, his hips still wildly bucking, so that his chest was heaving against my back.

"I'm gonna cream off up your arse!" he snorted. "I'm gonna spunk so much jizz up your shitter!"

I pushed my bum back against him, helping to bring him off by working it against the long, rapid jabs of his big cock.

"Fucking seed me, bro!" I gasped.

There was that stupid word again.

He grunted - sort of growled into my ear - but it was Biggsy's dick which was first to blow off up his fuck-buddy's rump.

Biggsy was a silent cummer - he just nutted off up Smithy's back alley without so much as a whisper of pleasure - and it was only when Smithy groaned, "Aw yeah! Fill it up, mate!" that I realised that the guy in the back seat was draining his bollocks.

"I said being... in the middle... was best!" Smithy managed to whimper before his own big bollocks started firing off and I felt his goop squirting up into my innards.

It was a funny sort of feeling having a dude's ball juice pumping in hot spasms up your bum. Not gross or disgusting, just weird to feel a big cock rammed right up your arse injecting another fella's sperm as deep as it could.

Smithy's breath was hot against my neck as he emptied his knackers up my arsehole. He was panting and gasping as his cock kept spewing its load into my bowels and I wondered how much spunk an arse was supposed to take - surely his gunge would start squelching out of my gape if his knob kept bucking and shooting out much more!

Finally it was over and Smithy laughed into my ear. "You can tell you're not gay, Gabe! If you were, you'd have gunked off when you felt me sowing my seed!"

"Wank me off!" I commanded him, desperate to enjoy an orgasm of my own. His hand had totally neglected my cock while its owner had been splurging up my mud blower.

"I can do better than that, mate," Smithy said back. "Turn round and I'll suck you... you can jizz off in my mouth!"

Finding that to be an offer I couldn't refuse - which girl would ever let you do that?! - I pulled off Smithy's cock which had already lost its punch, and swivelled around to direct my eager hard-on into his mouth.

Smithy was an awesome cock-sucker - I had to agree with Biggsy on that. He used his lips and tongue and even the dangly thing in his throat to fully pleasure me and soon I was sweating and grunting as I roughly fucked his face.

Biggsy stood up and came and stood next to me as I held Smithy by his big, gawky ears and used his mouth like a wank-off toy. Biggsy's cock was a grim shade of brown and already going droopy and I could smell the raw stink of Smithy's arse smeared along it.

"Make him drink your wad," Biggsy grinned at me. "Empty your 'nads down his throat... make him swallow it all!"

I felt a tingling inside my cock-stretched arsehole and I realised Biggsy was working his middle finger up there.

I turned to him and he smirked naughtily. Then he whispered, "Just enjoy it, Gabe... I love it when girls do it to me!"

He started sliding his finger in and out, his grin growing broader as he could see from my reddening face how much I liked it, and I finally understood what Smithy had meant: it really was the fucking moff being the guy in the middle!

"You're dribbling spunk out of your chuff, mate!" Biggsy chuckled as he frigged me up the butt. "Your arse is full of it!"

I grabbed Smithy's head close and started shooting off down his throat the way he had seeded my cruddy hole with his.

"Aw yeah!" Biggsy gasped, watching my balls heave and my cock shaft twitch as I disgorged myself into Smithy's yawning mouth. "Eat his fucking jizz! Swallow it all down!"

Cleaning up was way more fun that it should have been. The three of us piled into the bathroom, taking turns to wash our dicks off and wipe our arses down, taking the piss out of each other for how skanky we'd been.

"You've got two loads of sperm in you, Smithy mate," Biggsy told him as he used up most of the bog-roll cleaning up his arse. "Maybe they'll meet in the middle."

Smithy laughed, running warm water over his big floppy dick in the sink, before saying back to Biggsy, "Funny how you didn't get fucked, but it's your arse that needs wiping the most!"

I sat on the loo, squirting Smithy's cum out of my butt in sloppy surges, making the other two laugh at how disgusting it sounded.

Biggsy bent down to pull his boxers up, giving Smithy the opportunity to shuffle up behind him and press his wet droopy cock into his arse-crack.

"Fucking hell, mate!" Biggsy chortled, joining in with the joke by grinding his cheeks against Smithy's prong. "One taste of Gabe's arse and you're insatiable!"

Smithy laughed back, thumping his hips against Biggsy's chubby butt, and said, "Look at the two of us in the mirror! Getting a bit of bum-love!"

Biggsy laughed like a nutter at his reflection, working his hairy cleft against Smithy's big spent dick. "Give it to me big boy! Come on, bum me up the arse, dead rough and hard!"

Smithy grabbed the shorter lad's hips, gyrating his own against his big muscly behind, the two of them laughing at each other through the mirror as they pretended to have butt-sex right there with me sitting on the bog.

As we got dressed, Smithy asked me, "So next time I need a shag, Gabe mate, will you let me do you up the crapper if I suck you off straight after it?"

"How come Biggsy got sucked off and then got to shag you up your arse?" I asked him, a bit miffed that I was now seen as the go-to bum-boy.

"Okay," Smithy nodded, "Well, maybe the two of you could take it in turns?"

"Yeah, in your fucking dreams, mate," Biggsy chortled.

"You liked the look of it in the bathroom when I was pretending to shag you..."

"Well yeah," Biggsy agreed, pulling up his jeans. "I suppose we did look kinda hot! But would you really want to stick your dick up a poxy arse like mine?"

"Sure as fuck I would!" Smithy grinned, excited at the prospect of having two lads' arses to alternate whenever he was feeling horny.

"Okay then, whatever," Biggsy shrugged, as if he was saying yes to something as dull as taking it turns to pay for petrol. "But only when you're desperate..."

"Absolutely," Smithy agreed. "But you know how it is 'round here... so few chances for a horny gay bloke like me! You can't blame a guy for needing to dip his wick now and then..."

Biggsy and I grinned at each other.

"Okay, so you bring the blow, mate," I said, doing my belt up.

"Yeah, and the booze!" Biggsy cut in. "Plenty of it, mind."

"And we'll see how things pan out once the two of us are suitably shitfaced," I added. "How does that sound?"

"Top notch!" Smithy chuckled back. "Bum-jobs for booze and blow... you boys have got yourselves a deal!"

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79 Gay Erotic Stories from Furlong

A Holistic Approach

A HOLISTIC APPROACH Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

A Man in My Bed

A MAN IN MY BEDPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

A Walk in the Park

A WALK IN THE PARKPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlongrobert

Adam and Steve

ADAM AND STEVEPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Air BNB

AIR BNB by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === "So first thing next day I knocked on their bedroom door to say good mornin' and one of them called out, tellin' me to come in." "This was one of the gay blokes who owned the house?" Brian asked. "Yeah. I think I was the only one rentin' a room that night." He nodded and I went on.

Awake with Jake Part 1

AWAKE WITH JAKE PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===

Awake with Jake Part 2

AWAKE WITH JAKE PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===

Awake with Jake Part 3

I got into bed with Marcus, having to push him to one side so that the two of us could fit into the single bed.

Awake with Jake Part 4

AWAKE WITH JAKE PART 4by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===I looked at the clock. It was going on for three. At this rate, I was going to need half a jar of coffee to get me going in the morning.I'd been enjoying having horny thoughts about the first time I'd hooked up with Marcus, and it had been nice to lie here snuggling into his back and

Badly Drawing Boy

BADLY DRAWING BOYPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===While Matt Strickson's PowerPoint presentation was unremittingly dreary, the way his arse flexed and rippled in the back of his tight grey trousers every time he turned towards the whiteboard was more than enough to keep me entertained.

Bedtime Stories

BEDTIME STORIESPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Blast from the Past... and from my Son!

BLAST FROM THE PAST... AND FROM MY SON! by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === Warning: contains mild scat === The night before Jake and I were going to watch Liverpool play Leeds, the tumble drier decided to break down. I had, of course, left the bulk of the laundry we needed until the night before our trip and so we had a large pile

Both Ways

BOTH WAYSPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===At first I was convinced my ex-wife was in the bed with me.It was Sunday morning and I was in that half-dreaming half-dozing state I sometimes end up in when I've slept too long and I really should get up. I'd opened an eye to check the alarm

Bunk Buddies

BUNK BUDDIESby Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===My fuck-buddy Rob has always been fascinated to hear about my time in prison. I told him early on in our hook-ups that life inside hadn't actually been that interesting – that it was mostly mind-splittingly dull and that the sex, such as it was, was brief and infrequent – but he keeps asking about

By Popular Demand

BY POPULAR DEMANDPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Candid Cameron

CANDID CAMERONPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Carried Away

CARRIED AWAYPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===Pulling out of the car park after meeting Cameron, I couldn't help but marvel at how much nerve he must have. Imagine going back to a stranger's flat and rimming him while his mates looked on! The idea of doing something like that myself was

Coupling Up

COUPLING UPPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===I was back at the small toilet building tucked away among the trees in the park.Curiosity about what I'd seen there on my last visit had got the better of me and I'd left the office early with the excuse of having a bad stomach and the

Danny Comes to Stay Part 1

DANNY COMES TO STAY PART 1 robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === As we undressed for bed, Alex said to me, "I feel kind of sorry for Danny." "Sorry for him? You're kidding me!" It was hard to believe he would feel anything but mistrust for my ex. He hadn't been keen on Danny visiting us, and sure as hell hadn't been comfortable with him staying over with us for

Danny Comes to Stay Part 2

DANNY COMES TO STAY PART 2 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === Perhaps it's not surprising that my husband had lost his hard-on while he was watching my ex hungrily rimming my splayed hole. "Just gonna get him nice and slippy," Danny had said before plunging his face into my butt crack and giving me the most intense and satisfying

Doing the Dirty Part 1

DOING THE DIRTY PART 1by Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===

Doing the Dirty Part 2

DOING THE DIRTY PART 2by Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===It's odd but strangely compelling to watch your own son masturbating right there in front of you. I was fascinated to see how different his technique was from my own – his hand seemed so much more frantic and his fingers more agile – while marvelling at so many physical

Don't Freak Out (Part 1)

DON'T FREAK OUT (PART 1) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === For several months, I'd been promising my son that I'd show him how two men can make love very intensely and passionately together using only their two cocks. Jake is young and bisexual but when it comes to other boys, he has made it very clear that his interests are

Don't Freak Out (Part 2)

DON'T FREAK OUT (PART 2) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === "I'm not gonna freak out, Rob," Guy assured me. "I'm just surprised, that's all..." I smiled at him again to show that, even though he was quite visibly shaken by what he was seeing, I was more than comfortable to have my son's mouth slurping up and down my large erection in

Doubling Up Part 1

DOUBLING UP PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===I opened the front door to find Guy grinning at me broadly, his son Simon following right behind. I showed them through to the sitting room, where Jake introduced Simon, who he'd been to school with, to Marcus, his friend from university.While I was busying myself collecting in coats,

Doubling Up Part 2

DOUBLING UP PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===

Doubling Up Part 3

DOUBLING UP PART 3by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===It felt odd for my son and me to be squatting naked together, his back rubbing against mine, but I was sure it must feel even stranger for his best mate Marcus who was lying out on our front room carpet, facing upwards at our two splayed bums and pressing the twinned heads of a double-ended

Driving Home for Christmas

DRIVING HOME FOR CHRISTMASThe epilogue to the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert FurlongContact me for the full series: robert.furlong@rocketmail.com===Jake looked over at me and we grinned at each other.I was desperately pleased to see him and I could see that he was pretty chuffed to see me, even though he hadn't found the time to phone home in over a fortnight.

Dropping the Bottle Opener

DROPPING THE BOTTLE OPENER by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === So he bends over to pick up the bottle opener, his jeans so far down you can see his arse inside his boxers, and I say, "Fuckin' 'ell, Tyler! Are you deliberately flashin' me an eyeful o' wank-fodder!" He turned to grin at me, still bending over, and reached round to the

Father and Son Moments

FATHER AND SON MOMENTSPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===

Football Match

FOOTBALL MATCHThe start of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===Considering the impact it was to have on my life, it now seems difficult to believe that it came with no warning. But then, I suppose that's true of almost all of life's most momentous events: they emerge unannounced amidst the most boringly ordinary of our daily routines.

Friday Night at the Furlongs' Part 1

FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE FURLONGS' PART 1 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === The first night I slept with my twenty-year-old cousin Jake, the two of us snuggled up arms around each other in his double bed, confirmed to me that I was more into guys than I was into girls. It just felt so right to be close to another dude like that, our two big

Friday Night at the Furlongs' Part 2

FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE FURLONGS' PART 2 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === It was beaut having Uncle Rob's mate Guy over for the evening. He's always up for a laugh and it's great how his no-nonsense way of speaking and brash sense of humour are so at odds with the airs and graces Uncle Rob puts on. It was especially great, though,

Friday Night at the Furlongs' Part 3

FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE FURLONGS' PART 3 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === "Whoa! I didn't know you guys were playing piggy-backs in here!" Jake called out when he saw his dad on all-fours with Guy squatting behind him. The hairy broad-chested plumber chortled across at his fuck-buddy's son. He always enjoyed a bit of banter with Jake.

Furlong Four Play Part 1

FURLONG FOUR PLAY PART 1 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === It was nearly teatime on Saturday afternoon and my cousin and I were sitting on his bed with his mate Marcus from university. Marcus had come to visit from Surrey where his parents lived, and even though he'd only arrived on the train that lunchtime, things were already getting

Furlong Four Play Part 2

FURLONG FOUR PLAY PART 2 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === 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

Further into the Furlongs Part 1

FURTHER INTO THE FURLONGS PART 1 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === "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

Further into the Furlongs Part 2

FURTHER INTO THE FURLONGS PART 2by Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===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

Getting Together

GETTING TOGETHERPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comFind my older stories at screeve.org===

Giving Smithy a Bum-Job

GIVING SMITHY A BUM-JOB by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === He kept going on about how hard-up he was. How he hadn't had his cock up an arse for however long it was and how his balls were so blue that a fart would get him off. Me and Biggsy kept laughing at how desperate he was acting but I kind of felt sorry for him in a stupid sort

Go Ahead

GO AHEADby Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred

Guilty Pleasures

GUILTY PLEASURESPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===Jake and Simon were focussed on the afternoon's football game when they emerged from their hotel bedroom and there was no mention of what had taken place between their dads the previous night. Guy was his usual bright and breezy self, but I was feeling more subdued: troubled

Having A Laugh

HAVING A LAUGHby Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===It started out with the two of us having a laugh. I showed Reece some photos on my phone of our mates doing stupid shit with their cocks out and he said we should go one better and pretend like we were doing gay stuff.So that's how it started and it seemed really funny at the time. Grabbing

How Do You Like It?

HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Hypothetical Hitch-Hiker Part 1

HYPOTHETICAL HITCH-HIKER PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking

Hypothetical Hitch-Hiker Part 2

HYPOTHETICAL HITCH-HIKER PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===We both positioned our respective underwear in front of us – the outer and less intimate surface of the gussets facing towards us – and Dane lifted mine up to his nose first. I followed his lead, applying the outside of his shorts to my nose even though I would have strongly

Jake's Christmas Present

JAKE'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTThe final part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert FurlongContact me for the full series: robert.furlong@rocketmail.com===>> NOTE TO READERS>> I wanted to add a message to this final part of 'Butt Monkey' to say, firstly, thanks for reading and following my story (especially if you've very kindly messaged me to express your appreciation) and,

Just Like My Dad Part 1

JUST LIKE MY DAD PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===I met my friend Ivan because I bought my car from him.I liked him because he was so unlike the younger, cockier salesmen I'd encountered in all the other dealerships. I'd been trawling showrooms most of the weekend and had long since grown bored of being pestered by smarmy

Just Like My Dad Part 2

JUST LIKE MY DAD PART 2by Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===As I drove Ivan back across town in my swanky new car, I asked him how he'd ended up seeking out men for sex in spite of being married to such an attractive woman and having what he'd described as an 'enjoyable' sex life.

Like Father Like Son Part 1

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.com===The first time I felt like I might be developing feelings for another man was the night when we'd gone out for a meal, and Marcus – my son's friend from university – made a joke that it was like I was Guy's boyfriend.We'd all laughed at the absurdity of the suggestion – after all, Guy and I are both

Like Father Like Son Part 2

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.com===I stood in front of them, my son grinning broadly at me while Marcus, still kneeling forwards with his hands prizing his arse-cheeks apart, peered over in wide-eyed horror.

Mankini Bearcub Part 1

MANKINI BEARCUB PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===A couple of months ago a lad called James I know at work pulled me to one side to show me something on his phone. I knew it was going to be a piss-take the way his mates were all sniggering and throwing glances at each other and it turned out it was the stupid mankini video which my

Mankini Bearcub Part 2

MANKINI BEARCUB PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===

Medical History

MEDICAL HISTORYPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Online Briefing

ONLINE BRIEFINGPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===I scrolled down the pictures of men's underwear filling the screen, trying to locate the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Jake prefers. If I bought him the wrong ones, he'd wear them once and then that would be it. He'd say they were

Pantomime Cow

PANTOMIME COWPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong=Jake mentioned over tea that the drama department at his college was looking for someone to help out with the Christmas pantomime. It was still early November but rehearsals were already underway.

Pleasant Thoughts

PLEASANT THOUGHTSPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong==Debbie turned out to be very nice. A bit giggly, perhaps, but that could be put down to the nervousness of being on a first date. She probably thought me too quiet for the same reason.We'd got on well – better than I'd dared to hope – and I'd suggested that we could meet

Questions and Answers

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERSPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Roadside Assistance

ROADSIDE ASSISTANCEPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===Driving over to Rugby for a meeting with a prospective customer, my car started spluttering on the A4304, and refused to respond when I tried to accelerate. Half a mile on, the engine was threatening to cut out altogether, so I pulled

Silas in the Library

SILAS IN THE LIBRARYPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Stain Devils

STAIN DEVILSPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal,

Surprise at Rogerson Shopping Mall

SURPRISE AT ROGERSON SHOPPING MALL by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === I'd agreed to meet my son Jake in Leeds city centre one Saturday afternoon. He was in his second year of studying at the university there and, as I had most of the day free, I thought it would be nice for the two of us to meet up for a coffee and chat. I was picking

Taking It All In

TAKING IT ALL INThe penultimate part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comFind my older stories at screeve.org===It's not every day one gets caught by one's own son being anally pleasured by another man, but that's how Saturday had started out for me.I'd woken rather later than I usually would, a consequence of a very eventful

The Bride's Brother Part 1

THE BRIDE'S BROTHER PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===Ricky, my partner, unlocked the bedroom door and I noticed Jason peering down the corridor to make sure the three of us weren't being watched.

The Bride's Brother Part 2

THE BRIDE'S BROTHER PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===We threw our jackets on the floor and then kissed again, grinding our erections together through our open zippers, regardless of the fact we were smearing each other's precum across the fronts of our trousers.Ricky smiled as my tongue entered his mouth and this time he let me

The Halfway Inn Part 1

THE HALFWAY INN PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===I glanced across at Pete as I took off my shirt. Perhaps because he was a lot younger than me, he seemed oblivious to any sense of self-consciousness or embarrassment that the two of us were having to share a room and get undressed together. He looked young enough to have graduated from

The Halfway Inn Part 2

THE HALFWAY INN PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===I got on the bed first, kneeling down on the mattress and splaying my legs wide open. Seeing me like that, facing him expectantly with my cock arching upwards, made Pete laugh again.

The Paint Job (Part 1)

THE PAINT JOB (PART 1 of 4) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === With the current fashion for newlyweds to have their wedding night nuptials committed to canvas, I have become familiar with sketching hesitant couples alongside their conjugal beds. Painting such tender moments presents a fascinating artistic challenge and I've developed a

The Paint Job (Part 2)

THE PAINT JOB (PART 2 of 4) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === "You've obviously discussed the other five paintings of the set in some detail," I remarked to my two clients. "Could you give me a rundown of what you have in mind to give me an idea of context." "Okay, so the first is the beautiful composition of us kneeling face-to-face

The Paint Job (Part 3)

THE PAINT JOB (PART 3 of 4) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === "So... onto the first consummation," I suggested, pausing for the two men to reposition themselves and sit alongside each other on the couch. "In this painting, Adam is... er... making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?" I'd expected Adam to haughtily

The Paint Job (Part 4)

THE PAINT JOB (PART 4 of 4) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === After leaving the tea to brew, I went back through to the studio to find Adam and Stephen having what looked like very intense sex together kneeling on the couch. They were both upright and facing forwards. Stephen had one arm around Adam's prominent chest, fondling a

The Right Trousers

THE RIGHT TROUSERSPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===On Friday afternoon, after meeting a group of potential clients at their Coventry head office, I thought I'd take a walk into the city centre before the shops closed to see if I could find a new pair of trousers. I'd been wondering what

Troy Story

TROY STORYPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

Up At The Crack

UP AT THE CRACKby Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===A few months ago I met a guy called Edward and it turned out that, among his varied and chequered past, he'd been divorced and has a son in his late teens, just like me.His lad is called Ashley; he's eighteen and at university in Sheffield. My son is Jake who's nineteen and at Leeds.

What Happened in Harvey's Room Part 1

WHAT HAPPENED IN HARVEY'S ROOMPART 1: CIRCLE JERKby Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comdirty-shorts.tumblr.com===The five of us gathered round Harvey's laptop, pulled our dicks out and he loaded up the movie so we could all wank off to it.I was new to the academy and I'd never been in a circle jerk before, so it seemed funny and horny at the same time for us

What Happened in Harvey's Room Part 2

WHAT HAPPENED IN HARVEY'S ROOMPART 2: SLOPPY SECONDSby Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comdirty-shorts.tumblr.com===It turned out to be totally different from playing around with girls. For a start, we didn't even get on his bed together and there was cuddling each other or anything like that.I just hitched the front of my jeans down so my aching hard-on

What Lurks Beneath

WHAT LURKS BENEATHPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong===As I was getting into bed, Guy returned to the room chuckling that the lads had still been on their DS, which he'd confiscated.

Work and Play

WORK AND PLAYPart of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

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