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Danny Comes to Stay Part 1

by Furlong


DANNY COMES TO STAY PART 1 robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com

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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 the night.

"No I do," he insisted. "Being holed up in that tiny Cornish village without any cute guys to help him pass the time."

"It was his choice to take the job down there," I reminded him. Danny worked as a lab technician; there must be jobs all over the place without him having to move to the wilds of Cornwall.

"He seems pretty desperate, Matt," Alex said, pulling his jeans off and revealing his dark blue boxer shorts. My husband, as ever, looked stunning in his underwear: standing tall and lean and with a dusting of hair across his prominent pecs.

Danny certainly did seem desperate; I couldn't deny that. Over the meal we'd cooked for him he'd talked at length and in surprising detail about how long it had been since he'd had sex with a guy. Or, rather, as he'd so vividly put it, how long since he'd had "a nice hairy arse clamped around his cock".

"Talk about havin' blue balls," he'd spelled out as if elaboration were needed. "Mine are just about ready to burst!"

I couldn't see why Danny hadn't had a relationship in so long. He was a good-looking bloke – he'd been the hunky lab technician when I'd done my environmental science degree – and he's packing a cock in his boxers that would put a horse to shame.

That's why Alex holds him in such suspicion, you see. He knows I'm a size queen (let's face it, I have a whole collection of dildos to prove it!) and in that one department, and that department alone, my husband really is no match for Danny.

I mean, Alex has lovely cock; don't get me wrong on that score. At five and a half inches it would be easily big enough to satisfy most gay guys, and many would regard its slim girth as a bonus when it comes to anal.

But Danny and I were together three years when I was at uni, and when you've grown used to having a ten inch tallywacker servicing you every chance it gets, anything smaller comes as something of a disappointment. Not that I've ever let Alex know that, of course – I'm not a total bitch – but the night he lost his virginity to my behind, it was obvious from the great chasm of my hole that I was used to something pretty massive filling me up back there.

When he eventually saw my holiday snaps complete with Danny straining to fit into his Speedo trunks, it was pretty clear whose giant chopper had stretched my pooper to kingdom cum.

So when Danny first e-mailed me about coming to visit on a weekend away from Cornwall, Alex's first reaction was: "Absolutely not. I'm not having donkey-dong coming here and bulging all over the place."

I'd snapped back at that: how could I not when he was making it so clear that he didn't trust me? We'd talked about it at length and soon he'd agreed to three of us meeting up. It turned out, though, that Danny's train times made a fleeting visit impossible so, after a certain amount of persuasion and a succession of assurances from me, I was making up the spare room for our well-hung house guest.

And so far I'd acted as the doting husband to Alex and model host to our visitor. Indeed, the whole time Danny had been here, I hadn't so much at glanced at the massive mound that was making his zipper strain so alluringly, nor peek at the obvious semi-stiffened rod that was forming such an attractive swelling just to the left of his pocket.

The 'blue balls' conversation had started up when Alex – and I repeat Alex – had asked Danny about what sort of opportunities were to be had where he was staying in Cornwall.

I want to emphasize that it hadn't been me because I'd made a rule to myself I wasn't going to raise any kind of sexual stuff with my ex and that if he mentioned anything intimate about the years we'd been a couple, I'd change the conversation onto less controversial areas as quickly as I could.

I'm completely trustworthy, you see, and what Alex and I have together is seriously important to me.

Anyway, Danny had said, "Opportunities, mate? Bugger all... zilch. The nearest nightclub is in Plymouth which is fuckin' miles away and the gay nights hardly ever fit with the early shifts I work."

But Alex hadn't left it there like I would have done. He'd gone on, "What about cruising... local toilets... parks and stuff...?"

"Absolutely nothin' going on, mate. Believe me I've tried!"

"Surely local lads... married guys who are curious... there has to be something going on somewhere?"

"If there is, I can't find it and I've looked everywhere I can think of! I haven't fucked an arse for... well... pretty much since I moved down there."

Before I could manoeuvre the conversation away from my ex's sex life, he'd turned to me with a smirk, "And Matty here knows how much I like to fuck an arse... how I'm an every night kinda guy when I have a nice cute butt waitin' to be seen to..."

I thought Alex would be appalled by such talk, especially as I was the target, but he seemed genuinely intrigued by Danny's high sex-drive.

He said, "Every night? What... really... every single night?"

Danny grinned at Alex's disbelief. Alex was making it obvious that his stamina was no match for the larger man's.

"Your hubby here used to like it up him every night too," he grinned. "Every fuckin' night he'd be gaggin' for cock! I guess these days he has to make do with whatever he can get!"

Alex made out like he was amused by that, but I could see from his glance across at me that he was feeling uncomfortable.

He knows that I like sex a lot more often than he does, but whereas Danny certainly is an 'every night kind of guy', my husband has always gone for once a week at most. Even when we'd first met, I'd be lucky to get him in the sack much more often than that. Once I'd even resorted to flipping him over and greasing him up to give him some butt-love of my own, but he'd made it clear there and then that his backdoor was strictly for exit only.

Danny went on, "My cock ends up achin' and my bollocks get so full. It's fuckin' agony mate – you have no idea!"

"Don't you toss yourself off?" Alex asked, a question which surprised me. He likes to talk about sex stuff with me – he can get really into it if he's in the right mood – but I'd never heard him talk to other men about masturbation.

"I've never really liked doin' that," Danny said, which I knew to be true. "I mean I used to wazz off all the time when I was a kid – which lad doesn't? – but once I got a taste for knobbin' your hubby's hairy little brownie when he was at uni, me right hand never felt the same after that!"

I'd noticed that being down in Cornwall hadn't softened Danny's broad Brummie accent.

"Does it get really painful then?" Alex asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah it does," Danny nodded. "I mean, I do wank off... enough to stop me spunkin' up in me sleep. But it's no substitute for havin' a good honest fuck!"

He looked at the two of us and his mouth broke into a smirk. He went on, "I mean, you can't beat havin' a nice tight arsehole squeezin' round your cock, can you? Some bloke's slimy backdoor to ram yourself in and out of..."

He chuckled at our two faces, staring back at him gobsmacked. "Sorry... fellas... you'll have to make allowances for me! I haven't shagged in so long I think my gob's just runnin' away with itself!"

"It's understandable," Alex muttered.

"It's just..." Danny continued, "I dunno if he's told you, but I'm pretty well-hung."

Alex just nodded, still staring at Danny in astonishment.

"I think that's what gives me this high sex-drive," he explained. "That's what gets me so horny that I end up spoilin' nice dinner parties comin' out with all this dirty talk!"

The two of us laughed, pleased that he'd broke the tension with his joke, but underneath my side of the table I had the mother of all hard-ons.

Perhaps the same had been true for Alex but he sure as hell didn't have a hard-on now that we were getting into bed. I still did, tucked away under the duvet, but the front of my husband's boxers was as disappointingly flat as they are most evenings.

He said, "Danny seems desperate for some anal." Stating the totally obvious.

I chuckled, "Yeah, and some!"

He fiddled with his alarm clock – we were running Danny back to the station in the morning – and added, casually, "It seems a shame we can't offer to help him out while he's here."

"Help him out?" I asked, my interest piqued. "How?"

"I dunno," he replied distractedly while he set the correct time on the clock. "It just seems daft that his knob's really aching for a hole to fill... and you... well..."

"I... what?"

He put the clock down and looked over at me. I realised that this was planned and rehearsed; for all he'd pretended like he was fiddling with the clock, he'd thought through what he had to say and had tried to make it seem casual.

"Well, you like a big cock up your bum, don't you?"

"Yeah, but my bum's all yours," I smiled. "You know that."

I could be quite the romantic at times.

"Trouble is... as you know... I'm not really into bum stuff. If you'd be willing to help Danny out, we could set it up so that you were focussed on me while he was... you know..."

"While he was what?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing this!

Alex smiled. "While he was doing his thing behind you!"

I laughed incredulously. Had he really just suggested that?!

"Oh come on, Matt!" he laughed back. "We both know how much you enjoy it! That huge dildo you asked for on your birthday wasn't for hanging bracelets on!"

"But I love you, Alex," I insisted. "Even though you're not keen on anal, I love the stuff we do together..."

"I'm not denying that," he smiled. "I'm just saying that before we got together you obviously liked a lot of bum sex and you clearly enjoyed that Danny had something so big to slide up there."

"Well, yeah," I chuckled. "I suppose you've got a point there! But would you really be willing for Danny to come into our bedroom and... well... fuck me up the arse?"

"If you think you'll enjoy it," he nodded, "and as long as you're looking at me and thinking of me while he's... you know... going at your bum..."

"So my arsehole is just a spunk dumpster for ex-boyfriends to come and make use of?"

I said it with a smile but I thought I had a valid point.

Alex shrugged. "If it feels like that to you, then we'll just forget the idea. I just thought we could do him a favour and at the same time give your bum a treat by feeding it a really big flesh-and-blood cock that it doesn't get to enjoy these days."

I nodded, feeling my point actually wasn't that valid, and he went on, "It's up to you, hun. I'm happy to play along if you want to make him the offer – that's all I'll say. The choice is yours."

I nodded and thought about it. Maybe for as much as two seconds.

Then I said, "He'll want to rim me. He always starts off by rimming the hole he's about to fuck. I'm sure his tastes and preferences haven't changed that much in five years."

Alex shrugged. "That's okay with me. Whatever he needs to do to get him ready."

"Okay, so what if he wants me to suck his cock? Get him properly hard...?"

He shook his head. "No way, Matt. He can use your bum – that's the offer on the table. I'm not happy with the two of you getting more intimate than that."

"He might want to finger me – you know, loosen me up?"

I was actually quite sure that he wouldn't want that: Danny's sexual tastes had always been predictable and inflexible. During foreplay he'd like to flaunt his hefty cock – he knew how much I liked it – and sometimes, as a treat, he'd finger himself because that would really turn me on. After that, he'd always like to rim me and then fuck me, the latter extremely roughly and quickly. If he was able to hold out, his occasional encore would be to shoot his load into my face.

Alex is far more imaginative when it comes to sex. His cock might be smaller and his sex-drive a mere fraction of Danny's, but as he doesn't enjoy anal sex he has to think up alternative ways for us to make love. Over the years we've been together he's found many unexpected ways to pleasure us both, although these days he tends to stick with his favourite which is for us to embrace and kiss while vigorously frotting our cocks together.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "As long as you're okay with that."

I smiled at him. "This is very thoughtful of you. Doing my ex a favour like this... it's really cute!"

He chuckled back. "It's not totally selfless of me... I'm going to enjoy watching it!"

"But you don't like bum stuff," I reminded him.

"I don't like doing it to you... you know that I like more sensual ways of making love with you as my husband... but I'm going to really enjoy watching that big guy fucking you up the arse with that huge cock of his!"

I chuckled. "Aw, that's so sweet!"

Then I said, "Do you want to invite him in with us, then?"

I knew Danny would say yes. There was no way he'd do anything but.

"No, I think you should do the honours, hun," Alex suggested. "He was your boyfriend for all those years... you'll know how to put this to him in a way that won't freak him out..."

I almost laughed at that. The only thing likely to freak Danny out about this was that Alex's pert butt wasn't also up for grabs.

I got out of bed with my cock making an obvious tent in my shorts.

"Whoa! You're well up for this!" Alex laughed. "I knew you'd like having a big donger up you!"

"If I know Danny," I said, "it'll be a briefly enjoyed pleasure. He was never one for prolonging the moment and after such a long wait he'll probably shoot off as soon as he's got it in!"

Alex grinned and started tidying our bedding. For some reason it seemed appropriate to him that our sex as a threesome should take place on a well-made bed.

I went along to the spare room and tapped on the door.

Hearing nothing from inside, I tapped a bit louder.

I knew Danny was still awake – I could see the light from inside spilling out under the door – so I twisted the handle and peered inside.

He was squatting on the bed with his lycra boxer trunks yanked down, grinning cheekily at me while he frantically masturbated.

He was naked apart from his underpants and his chest was massive and covered thickly with his wiry black fur. His cock looked far, far bigger than I remembered as he slammed his hand up and down it. His balls swung low between his legs, looking full and heavy and overdue for release.

He was putting on a show for my benefit: of that I had no doubt. As he'd said at the dinner table, wanking off had never been his thing.

"See anything you like?" he chuckled.

His hand didn't stop on his cock: he kept pounding at the thickened and veiny shaft with the head of it shining a deep, dark purple. The thing was oozing juice far more copiously than it used to.

I said, "It's impolite to wank off in other people's houses."

I realised that his left arm was behind his back. His hand was down on his muscular bum, his middle finger driving in and out of his hairy hole.

That proved his performance was definitely for me: he obviously remembered how much I liked to watch him fingering his own butt. He was a big, brawny guy and it was always such a thrill to see his broad shovel hand frigging away at his own hot slimy ring.

Just like so many times before, I marvelled at the sound of his stubby finger driving in and out, slick with his own brown juice. The slurpy wet clicking of his pucker being pumped; the quickening rhythm of his hand defiling the tight, wrinkled opening through which he had always said he would never allow the shaft of a cock.

"Ah yeah!" he called out, throwing his head back as if revelling in his own self-pleasure. "I love a finger up me arse!"

Then he pulled it out from his bum with a fart I hadn't heard in five years and raised his hand to his nose to sniff appreciatively at the discoloured digit.

"Smells red hot too," he declared before offering me a sniff.

I looked round to check that Alex hadn't followed me along the corridor, and then moved over to the bed to take a sniff of his finger.

It did smell really good: strong and pungent and making my mouth water at how harsh it was. He had an amazing arse stink which I'd snorted contendedly during many long, leisurely face-sits. His hole would be incredible for rimming: it always ever had been.

"I've got more into havin' stuff up my chuff since the two of us... you know..."

Now that was interesting: he'd always been dead set against that kind of stuff. A tongue or finger, no problem; anything bigger, absolutely not.

"Makes wankin' a bit more interesting, doesn't it?" he grinned. "Havin' somethin' up your back alley while you're biffin' your beef!"

He could see I was fascinated: the way my briefs were tenting upwards and the circle of wetness around the head of my cock were proving something of a giveaway.

"Just a little somethin'," he went on, his right hand still pounding away at his enormous length. "A carrot... sometimes a courgette as long as it's a littl'un..."

I licked my lips. I'd love to see him getting fucked, even if it was just a vegetable paddling his pooper.

"It's still nice and tight though," he chuckled. "D'you wanna little feel...?"

"Danny... I shouldn't..."

"You can have a taste as well, if you're up for it!"

"Really... I can't..."

Seeing how turned on I was – my face must have been crimson – he said, "Okay, then... how about you get on the bed and straddle me like you used to? Come on, Matty, pull your pants off and squat over me... just like you did that first time we got together!"

I was sorely tempted, I have to admit.

It had been the first sex we'd had, the night we'd got back to his lodgings and had played around on his bed. We'd had to be quiet so as not to disturb Mrs Lewis, his landlady, but after we'd snogged and groped each other, he'd hitched his jeans and boxers down so that I finally got to see the massive cock I'd been yearning for.

I'd kissed it and sucked it and lapped at his huge swollen bollocks, then he'd yanked down my trousers and briefs and planted his own mouth on the prize it had sought. To my surprise, though, he hadn't been after a blowjob – Danny had never enjoyed giving head in that way – but instead had gone straight for my ass, slobbering and sucking at it and working his tongue right up my tunnel.

Then he'd positioned me on top of him with my bum over his big bell-end, and I thought he wanted to rub it up and down inside my butt-crack, wanking himself off between my cheeks until he came. Needless to say, Danny had more forthright ideas, and soon he was pulling my shoulders down strongly and insistently as his huge swollen manhood was pushing upwards relentlessly into my unsuspecting hole.

At first I struggled to get free – his cock felt impossibly thick to fit into my tiny bumhole – but he kept pulling me down, grinning and telling me it would be okay. I persevered with it, hoping the pain would ease and within no time I could feel his big hairy knackers tickling my cheeks as his whole ten inches had pushed right up inside me. I smiled back at him as he grabbed me by the hips and started working my body up and down his long throbbing shaft, using my clenched arse like a tightened fist to wank his foreskin back and forth.

At first it was painful with only his spit to lube the steady sliding of his cock, but soon I was crying out in pleasure at how incredible it felt.

"I knew you'd love a whopping great knob up your arse!" he'd grinned and it remained true to this day: I certainly did.

Within minutes the two of us were slamming our bodies into each other: me frantically hammering my buttocks down onto his crotch and him roughly bucking his hips upwards to meet me. I was sweating – we both were – and the stink from my unprepared arse was full and fierce.

If the grunting and heaving from her lodger's room didn't tell Mrs Lewis what we were doing, the cloying smell of our sweat and my noxious anal odour would surely have left her with no room for doubt.

The stink was only momentary though: as quickly became the norm, Danny's exertions were only brief. Soon the boarding house was filled with a new and different smell: the acrid tang of my flinging spunk followed by Danny's much stronger seed, cascading in thick globules down the shaft of his still hammering cock.

Here in our guest room, the thought of pulling my briefs down and squatting over Danny to relive the moment was making me breathless. It would be Alex, this time, who would smell the brutal bite of our grinding sex and perhaps his curiosity would draw him to –

But no.

That wasn't the deal.

"Look, Danny," I said to him as he kept wanking his humongous cock in front me. "Alex wants you to join us in our room..."

"Yeah?" he responded with an enquiring smirk.

"Yeah, Alex feels sorry for you – all that stuff you said about being so desperate for a fuck."

"So what's he gonna do about it?" Danny asked me with a leer.

"He says you can do me as long I'm focussed on him..."

"Do you? How?" he asked, his curiosity causing his wanking to stop. He kept his fingers wrapped tightly around the base of the shaft, keeping his foreskin yanked back like he wanted to brandish his huge purple mushroom at me.

I smiled. "You can fuck me, if you'd like to... for old times' sake."

"But you've got to be focussed on him? How's that work then?"

"You'll have to do me from behind with Alex in front of me."

"Okay, that'll work for me," Danny chuckled, finally taking his hand off his cock and pushing himself up off the bed. As he pulled off his boxers he chuckled, "Lead the way, Matty boy, and get ready to have your arse bummed Danny-style!"

We walked back through to our bedroom: me in my tenting and precum-soaked briefs, and Danny stark naked with his huge cock on full bone.

Alex smiled as the two of us walked in, but in spite of his pretence I could tell he was nervous. Danny's body was such a contrast to his: my ex was shorter in height but as buff as hell. He was hairy and tanned, and of course his cock was spectacular.

"Did Matt tell you how I want us to do it?" he asked Danny before betraying his tension with a gulp.

"Yeah," Danny nodded. "I'll do him from behind so he can be looking at you."

"Quite," Alex agreed. "And you can... er... moisten him with your tongue beforehand if you like."

Jesus, it was a like being a cow in season; being prepared for breeding by the two prize bulls.

Danny smiled at my husband and said, "It's really good of you to do this favour for me. I really appreciate it and I owe you one, mate."

I wasn't sure that I liked having them trade favours for the use of my bum, but I smiled nonetheless and stepped out of my briefs.

Danny grinned at my long, curving erection. It wasn't as big as his, of course, but I knew how much he liked it from the many, many times he'd told me over the years. It was tall, slim and graceful: a real 'supermodel cock' as he'd once observed.

"If you get behind him on the bed," Alex suggested, "I'll kneel down in front of him so he can direct his attentions towards me."

Alex pulled off his shorts and his little cock flopped out, dangling over his balls. Either he was so tense that he couldn't get a stiffie; otherwise, unlike me, getting into a threesome wasn't doing it for him at all. That would have been a pity because now that I'd seen Danny in his all his breathtaking glory again, I'd been kind of hoping that we could make a regular thing of this – purely as an ongoing gesture of goodwill to the Cornish recluse, you understand.

"I better warn you guys," Danny said as I got on the bed, "these days I like somethin' up my butt when I'm horny! So when I'm fuckin' him, chances are I'll have to finger myself."

"I don't have a problem with that," Alex answered, climbing onto the bed with me. He kept his glasses on: he always did during sex.

"I'm only sayin' it cos it can kick out a right fuckin' stink... really shitty..."

Alex blushed: he didn't like dirty talk like that.

"Well, I can give you some lube if that would help...?" Alex offered.

"Naah, I prefer it without," Danny grinned. "I actually like a bit of bum-stink if I'm totally honest!"

Alex looked disgusted so to lighten the mood a bit, I said, "Danny was telling me while I was... er... convincing him to join us... that he likes pushing things up his bum these days... carrots and courgettes..."

Danny beamed with mischievous delight. "Yeah, being on me own in the wilderness has made me try out some new stuff!"

Alex peered over at him with rather more interest.

Seeing that my husband's curiosity had been roused, Danny grinned more broadly and, swivelling around to turn his back to us, bent forwards to splay his butt-cheeks open. The inside of his crack was a tangle of black hair but there, low down where the wiry curls were clumped and matted, his little pink pucker was visible looking moist and snug.

He said, "Me arse's really tight, though. I can't get much up there... even a thick carrot can be too much of a squeeze!"

He peered over his shoulder and chuckled over at Alex, whose cock I happened to notice was now starting to lengthen and stiffen.

Danny went on, "I reckon a dick could just about fit if I really relaxed me ringpiece... but it'd have to be a really skinny one to stand 'alf a chance!"

Alex stared at Danny's puckered wrinkly hole, clearly fascinated by how small and firmly clenched it was. His cock steadily rose upwards, lengthening as it hardened, with the foreskin slowly retracting down its thin shaft to reveal from underneath it his red polished head.

Danny turned back around and smirked at Alex's sudden erection.

Realising only then that he'd developed a boner and that it was blatantly obvious what had caused it, Alex flushed and coughed, "Sorry... I just... well..."

"It's alright mate," Danny guffawed. "You obviously like the look of a nice tight shitter!"

"It's just yours is so... well... different from Matt's..." my husband stammered.

Danny laughed even louder as I felt my own face blush to match Alex's shade of scarlet. He said, "Mine is what arseholes are supposed to look like, buddy! Your fella's backdoor has had my prick up it way too many times. I stretched the fuckin' thing to buggery!"

Even Alex laughed at that and, although I was laughing too, I felt my face burn hotter. "Hey, I'm in the room guys," I called out, but Danny slapped my shoulder affectionately to show me it had been meant as a joke.

I couldn't figure out why Alex was getting turned on looking at Danny's arsehole when he'd never been that interested in mine. Was it the tightness of Danny's pucker or the forest of hair sprouting inside his crack? Or was it something about Danny's laddish brusquenes that was proving so arousing to Alex? After all, my husband enjoys our lovemaking to be tender and romantic whereas Danny's approach to sex has always been the exact opposite.

"Come on then, Matty boy, get on all fours, mate," Danny directed, as if to articulate what I'd just thought. "Let's see what you've got back there since you're still up for me usin' it!"

I sprawled out on the bed so that they both could see what was on offer, and the two of them stared at the yawning gape of my bumhole. I'd never been so self-conscious about the state of my arse – and that includes the very first night I'd hooked up with Alex and he'd announced, as he'd clumsily groped down the back of my briefs to find my crinkle, "Bloody hell, Matt, you could fit a can of beans up there!"

Danny chortled over to Alex, "That cute little prick of yours must get lost in that great fuckin' cavern!"

Before I could say, "Hey steady on, guys," Alex came to my defence.

"We have a really fulfilling sex life, thank you, Danny. Making love with Matt has always been hugely satisfying."

"I don't doubt that, mate," Danny chuckled. "But your titchy little pecker can't be doin' much for him! I mean – fuckin' hell look at it! – the bloody thing must hardly touch the sides!"

"My cock's not that small!" Alex snapped.

"I'm not sayin' there's anything wrong with it," Danny countered with a smirk. "It's a really nice lookin' prick and perfect for the right sort o' job. I'm just sayin' with a massive fuck-off hole like your laddo's got, you're gonna need somethin' with a bit more punch to it!"

"We've got a collection of... er... appropriately shaped... um...accessories for when Matt's in the mood for anal."

"Oh right," Danny chuckled. "Well you sure as fuck won't need to get Tommy Twelve-inch out of the drawer tonight!"

He shuffled up behind me, wanking his cock vigorously to get back to full-size.

Levelling it up with my hole, he declared, "I reckon you've gone an' shrunk, Matty boy. Five years with pencil dick and your arsehole's about half the size it was."

"Don't call me pencil dick!" Alex snapped.

"His cunt's fuckin' tiny though," Danny gaped at my pucker. "I mean, compared to how it was."

"That's probably for the best," I chuckled. "The thing was becoming obscene after three years of getting paddled by your knob every night!"

I wondered if that was why Alex wasn't so keen on my plumper and more sumptuous opening. Perhaps he found its size intimadating or maybe it looked too feminine to give him the raging hard-on that Danny's more grittily masculine backside had produced.

"Thing is, though," Danny muttered, "I reckon we're gonna have to do it standin' up. You're gonna need to bend right over with your arse stickin' out if I'm gonna manage to squeeze me knob up there."

I got off the bed and bent over as he'd suggested. It had always worked best this way when we'd been together: with a bloke as hung as Danny, standing-up sex becomes almost the norm.

He stood up behind me and levelled his huge organ up against my bum again. Seeing that my hole now gaping open and must look roomy enough for his bloated cock head to push into, he announced with a chuckle, "Yeah, this'll work."

Then a thought suddenly struck him: "Hey, do you guys want me to wear a johnnie?"

The two of us shrugged, and he added, "I mean, it's not like I've had any action on that score since me and Matty... you know..."

"So no point," I muttered.

"Okay then," Danny chuckled. "Let's get the show on the road!"

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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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