Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2021 09:27:59 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: I Don't Mind a Hairy Back 3- In for a Penny Why not donate to Nifty? They do a great job! __________________________________________ Chapter 3- In For A Penny... I was sure that by now my wife had to suspect that I was up to something. I had spent half the afternoon fucking teenagers in the bathroom and in Terry's bedroom. I had not had so much fun in years, that's for sure. I was just finishing Terry off when there was a whisper at the door. "Terry! Terry... are you in here?" Terry disengaged himself from my softening dick with a squelching sound, gave me a quick snog as he passed me, and stood by the door. "Yes, but I've got somebody with me...what do you want? "Well, if it's uncle G you have there, you better clean up and get out there and show your face. Aunty Grace is asking where he is." "Shit," I hissed. "Let me out quickly, I need to go to the bathroom and wash the sex off me." "Then come to my room and the two of you start playing a video game, so she will think that's what you were doing all along." Terry opened the door bare-assed. I pulled Sheldon' swimming trunks up and scampered to the toilet. I had a quick shower, dried off and left the trunks on the floor there, put my clothes on and made my way to Stan's room. We had just started playing a video game when I heard my wife coming down the passage. "Where's my darling husband? I've been alone with Joel (my son) for most of the afternoon and... Video games, I should have known!" she chuckled. "Just an overgrown boy, that's for sure." "Hi love," I said, blushing, can you believe it, for so many reasons. Little did she know that I had been fucking overgrown boys all afternoon. "Aw aunty Grace, let him stay a bit longer! I'm whupping his ass over here," Stan piped up. He was whupping my ass, as I'd never played a video game in my life before. "Mmmmm. I'm sure you are," she said, sounding a bit suspicious, but chuckled and relented. "Ok, I'll be outside. We're talking about scrapbooking and Joel seems to be enjoying the topic." I laughed and she just rolled her eyes, disappearing back to the scrapbooking discussion. "So why didn't you let me go and sit with the old folks or talk about scrapbooking?" I asked, all innocent-like. "I hear you fucked Sheldon's brains out and stuck your cock up Terry's hungry hole. I want my share too!" "Jesuz Stan, I have been at it all afternoon. I think my heart might give in or something!" "Well, maybe I could really whup your ass?" he suggested, also the picture of innocence. He got up and closed the door and locked it. He leaned back against it and gripped his apparently impressive crotch through his swimsuit. "Can you take as well as give?" "That might work...show me what you've got on offer..." I taunted. "I think you'll like my little boy, uncle G." He undid the top button of his suit and gyrated his hips a bit. Remember, Stan and Terry, unlike Sheldon's mere 6ft 1inch, were both about 6ft 5. Big boys, they took after my wife's side of the family. My father-in-law is about 6ft 4inches in his socks, and he's the short brother. He turned around and put his right hand against the door and leaned out, thrusting his ass in my direction. I was drooling. He had a meaty bubble butt, which strained at the still damp material of the swimsuit. He put his left hand backwards and started working the cozzie down an inch at a time. His tree-trunk legs were planted wide and the V that came down from his extremely broad shoulders plumped out nicely to join that mouth-watering ass. When I could see his ass crack above the top of the suit, he swivelled around and faced me again. He started to sing a sort of stripper theme as he thrust his hips in my direction in time to his singing. "Tum ta dum, ta da dum ta duhm," he raunched sexily. "Does uncle like Stan's dance for him?" he said in a baby voice. He looked at me through slitty eyes and undid another button of his trunks. I could see that he shaved his pubes because the top of his cock was visible. The whole performance could have been creepy but this kid was turning me on big-time. He opened his buttons one by one and his shlong broke free. I had never seen such a big cock in the flesh, so to speak. It was completely in proportion with his body because he was a big boy to be sure. It was half hard and it must have been 9 inches already. He took it by the root and kicked himself free of his shorts. Then he waggled it from side to side and started rhythmically walking towards me in time to his stripper music. I was still completely clothed although my cock was straining at my jeans. When he got to me he took my hand and through a sexy grimace said "yeaaaah, yeaaah, grab hold of a real piece of meat unka G," and took my hand and placed it around his rapidly thickening and lengthening shaft. He was uncut and the foreskin gripped the huge head tightly, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of the exceptionally long piss slit as it peeked out at the tip. I couldn't put my hand around it completely. It was like a baby's arm holding a helmet. How the fuck he managed not to scare the living shit out of every person that came within ten yards of his pants, I would never know. This beauty was obviously the best-kept secret in the western world because if anybody knew what he was packing he would have a line of men and women from here to Timbuktu waiting to have a shot at it. "Do you like what you see unka G? Does Stan make you hard?" Now that he had my hand gripping his impressive member, which by this time had grown to at least 11 inches, he reached down and touched my pants lightly, running his nail over the edge where my frenulum was hiding, and sent shivers up my cock to my now aching balls, and down my spine. Then he turned around and bent over, exposing his obviously also shaved asshole to me and looked over his shoulder. "Are you sure you don't wanna take a stab at this cunt, uncle? You wouldn't have to do anything, just lie back and let me fuck myself...?" I couldn't stop myself. I leaned forward and separated his ass-cheeks and dived in, to feast on the throbbing hole in front of me. Dear Godd, there is nothing as tasty as a man's asshole. And the smell! Why a Godd who apparently didn't care much for men who liked men would put something like that there and make it smell like that and taste like that, I wouldn't know. They had to be wrong about Him, that was the only explanation! So to honour Him I stuck my tongue as deeply into Stan's ass as I could and sucked for all I was worth, making out with his hole like there was no tomorrow. Stan stood up and had trouble disengaging my mouth from his cunt. "He's getting all lonely out in front here unka G..." He thrust his hips forward and I eagerly opened up to try and suck on his humungous truncheon. I couldn't take much as he was just too big, but I loved to suck the dripping head and feast on the cock-snot that was oozing out in clear globules of pure goodness. Bizarrely, he was still humming the stripper theme from earlier and it turned me on even more, `cos he was so obviously into the whole scenario that I was completely taken in by it. "Ok unka, we have to do this quick because people will wonder what video games we playing behind closed doors, hey? Lie back on the bed so I can take your clothes off." He set to work quickly and stripped me. Then he leaned over me and took my cock in his mouth and deep throated me, leaving a generous amount of goo in place. I almost came on the spot. He clambered up onto me and positioned himself over my cock, and simply sank down. I felt every fold of his sphincter over every ripple and vein of my cut 7-inch cock. He took me up his butt like a pro and immediately clamped down on me with his muscles. He had his hands on my shoulders for support and started fucking himself on my rod with gusto, all the while varying the direction and angle of my dick in his ass. This was a power bottom on a mission. He wanted to get me off in a hurry and he knew how. Faster and faster he went, never forgetting to use his sphincter and the velvety inside of his beautiful ass to grip and massage my rapidly expanding cock. Dear Godd, I thought, please let nobody walk by the room now, as I'm sure it would be clear what was happening inside. The bed was bouncing, adding to the momentum of the self-fucking taking place on it. "I'm going to cum," I whispered through clenched teeth as I felt my balls pull up, the tingle start in my thighs and deep in my ass, and my knackers tried to expel themselves out of the tip of my cock. "Gnhgng," I groaned incoherently as I pushed into his waiting hole, just as a hot fountain of cum sprayed out of his cock, which to this moment had not been touched. It shot high above my head and sprayed wildly like an unattended hosepipe because the fuckee attached to it was still bobbing wildly up and down on my cock. Together we groaned in concert, and he dislodged himself from my dick and kneeled forward onto the bed with his legs on either side of my head and fed the still wildly firing cock into my waiting mouth. There was so much spooge that I almost drowned, and if I had I would have died a happy man. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is as tasty as boy spooge. His was chunky and thick and came in HUGE quantities. The fire hose he had between his loins was a cum factory. When finally the last drool dribbled out of the tip of his majestic teen tool, I was well and truly sated. "Jesuz, Stan, can I marry you? Please say yes?" "Haha unka G, there is too much of me for just one man." I could `get' that. Today had been a true experience, a Christmas to remember. I just knew I could NOT GO BACK TO ORDINARY LIFE. I had had a taste of boy sex. They were insatiable and I LOVED IT!!!! * * * On the way home that day my wife was behind the wheel because she was the sober driver. "Did you have fun today?" she asked. "Ya, it was ok. I liked spending some time with the boys. Nice guys." "Yes, I could see that you got on with them." 'Got on' or 'got it on'? "Yes, nice boys. Can't wait for next Christmas!"