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Pleasant Thoughts

by Furlong


PLEASANT THOUGHTS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong robert.furlong@rocketmail.com

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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 up again at the weekend. However, Debbie was not one to rush things, perhaps on account of bad experiences in the past, and so she'd asked if we could leave it a week or so. I'd taken that as an indication that things hadn't gone so well for her and had smiled and said I'd just wait for her to e-mail me, bracing myself to never hear from her again.

However, she'd assured me that she definitely did want to see me again but that things were, as she'd put it, 'complex' for her right now. So we'd agreed to meet up again whenever she was ready.

We didn't kiss – given what my lips had been nuzzling into just hours earlier, it didn't seem appropriate to make a move on her – but there was a tangible chemistry between us which had provoked several reactions beneath my side of the table. It was a good thing I was wearing the new pair of trousers I'd bought: the extra couple of inches around the crotch had come in very handy.

On the way home, I couldn't stop myself from imagining the two of us as a couple: going out together, holding hands, making love and arranging holidays. All the normal things which I so missed about having a woman in my life. I tried not to let our brief faltering date blossom into a lifelong relationship in my mind, but the night had gone well and I couldn't help but speculate on what might develop between us.

I wondered if Jake would like her – that could be a major stumbling block – and whether he would accept her as my girlfriend, especially now that he had discovered my fascination for rimming other men. If I started meeting men for sex, would it be possible to have a relationship with Debbie at the same time? Should I be honest with her about my fetish, and if I was would she accept it as part of my sexuality? Could I even explain it to her in a way that she would understand since I could hardly figure it out myself?

Such questions were impossible to answer, of course, but that didn't stop them tangling themselves up in knots in my mind as I drove back into town.

As I turned left onto Farndon Road to pick Jake up from his friend's house, it occurred to me that if I were now to suggest another trip to see a football game with Simon and his dad, Jake would immediately recognise that my primary motivation for doing so was sexual. He was a bright lad and he'd probably already figured out that more had happened in the hotel between Guy and me than I'd admitted to.

Having said that, he had other friends who he might want to go and watch a match with and whose dads might be up for an overnight stopover. His friend Jayden had quite a nice-looking dad – he was called Leon and he was tall and quite academic-looking, mainly on account of his small, wire-framed round glasses. He had short, fair-coloured curly hair which was starting to thin a bit on top.

He seemed a quiet guy – I seemed to remember he worked in a bank or a building society – and looked like he'd be a bit shy about sharing a hotel room with a stranger. But quiet guys had hidden depths (hadn't Guy said something like that?) and if I got him drunk enough, I reckoned I could steer things in the direction of some arse-on-face action. He'd be reluctant at first – I guess most guys would be – but his intrigue about having someone's tongue probing such an unlikely place would get the better of him. I'd soon have him squirming with pleasure and masturbating himself to the feel of me licking the blond wiry hairs around his tight little hole. I might even persuade him to have a try of rimming me or, if he found he liked the sensation of having my tongue penetrating him, to let me go the whole way and butt-fuck him as he bent over the bed. Or maybe we could –

Jesus – what was I thinking of!?

I hardly knew this guy and I was fantasizing about setting things up so I could have sex with him. I suddenly felt like some kind of sexual monster for allowing myself to casually consider getting a stranger drunk so I could proposition him.

Was I planning to work my way through all of Jake's friends' fathers? Did I really want to get a reputation for myself as someone who preyed on other men – a weirdo with a literal taste for men's arses – on the pretence of an innocent-sounding stopover en route to a football match?

I pulled into the road in front of Dan's parents' house and sounded my horn a couple of time. After a few minutes, Jake appeared at the front door, said his thanks and goodbyes and then came down the drive to get in the passenger side.

"So how was it?" he asked.

I smiled. "It was good. She was nice. I think there might be hope..."

He smiled back. "Nice one. So when do I get to meet her?"

I reversed into Dan's parents' drive so that I could turn the car around. "Probably not for a while. We don't want to rush things – or rather, she doesn't – so she's asked if we can take it slow to start off with."

"Are you sure that's not a 'thanks, but no thanks'?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm guessing she's had some bad experiences with other guys and she doesn't want a repeat."

As we set off, Jake asked, "And is she heading for a repeat with you, dad?"

I glanced over at him, surprised by his frankness, but his face was impassive in the orange glow of the passing sodium lights. I asked, knowing full well, "What do you mean?"

"The stuff we talked about last week. What happens when she finds out that you also have a boyfriend?"

Trying to hide the irritation from my voice, I said, "I'm not going to have a boyfriend, Jake. I told you: I'm not gay."

"You said you wanted to try doing the things in those pictures with another man. Won't that be like having a boyfriend? Kind of?"

Slowing the car down as we approached the traffic lights on the way out of the estate, I shook my head. "It'd just be a man who enjoys doing the same stuff as I do. We'd simply share a common interest. Like tennis buddies, or something."

Jake snorted; I couldn't decide whether to express derision or amusement. "There's a bit more to it than that, dad. I mean, you must have a type of guy you're attracted to..."

"Actually, that's a good point. I don't think I do."

At that moment it occurred to me that I didn't really care what my male sexual partner looked like or what his personality might be like. With women, there are particular traits and characteristics which I find more attractive than others, although I've rarely been lucky enough to hook up with anyone who conforms at all closely to my ideal type.

Jake looked over at me, perhaps a little intrigued. "So it wouldn't matter who it was, as long as he liked doing the same stuff that you like?"

I nodded, watching the lights flick through amber to green and releasing the handbrake to set off again. "I haven't really thought about it, but I guess it could be pretty much anyone, as long as they weren't too old or too young. I wouldn't really care, to be honest, Jake."

"But you obviously liked the look of Mr Purves...?"

My face flushed a little at the memory of Jake's sneaky trick. I wondered if he'd heard me beating off in bed in the belief that I might be about to spend some time with my face in his Physics teacher's butt-crack.

"I'd have been just as interested in any bloke you'd chosen, Jake. Or anyone who happened to be into... you know... the stuff I like."

"Someone like Simon's dad?"

I looked across at him. He was staring straight ahead but his face said it all. As I'd suspected, he knew the score about what had happened with Guy.

"Exactly," I said softly. "Someone like Simon's dad."

"That's what you guys were doing that night, wasn't it? All that 'give it to me' stuff he was shouting... it was your tongue making him do that...?"

I nodded, feeling intensely uncomfortable to be questioned in this way, but aware that it was time for some honesty between us. Whatever metaphorical journey I was on, my eighteen-year-old son was determined to accompany me whether I liked it or not.

"I'm sorry you heard it, Jake. We just... well... we sort of lost control."

"But didn't it stink? Didn't it taste... you know... shitty?"

"Actually, no. If it had I'd have been disgusted – that has no appeal for me. The taste and smell was more... kind of earthy and musky. Just having my face there felt... well –"

"Pretty good?"

I pulled into our street, grateful that this conversation would be over shortly.

I said, "Good doesn't really cover it. That night... with Guy... was when I realised how incredible it felt."

He let out a short laugh which seemed somewhat inappropriate. "Yeah... the way you guys were shaking the bed! It was hammering against the wall!"

I smiled though I didn't feel at all amused.

As I pulled into our drive, he asked, "So why don't the two of you hook up again? We could go to another match or you could invite him over or something?"

"I dunno, Jake. It kind of happened by accident that night."

He gave another short laugh and was about to say something but I went on, "Don't ask how, but it just did. No doubt the bottle of whisky helped. I know what you're saying and I appreciate the way you're handling this, but Guy might think it was weird if I... you know... made moves on him."

I switched off the engine.

He said, "There'd be no harm in trying. He can only say no."

I turned to him and smiled. "Why are you so keen to set me up with Simon's dad?"

"I just think you could end up getting yourself into trouble trying to find men who like the stuff you do."

I must have flinched at how close Jake had come to reading my thoughts from earlier that day.

He looked over at my reaction and, seeming to think that I hadn't caught his drift, expounded, "What I mean is, how are you going to go about finding someone?"

"I don't really know," I shrugged, feeling stupid.

"At least with Simon's dad, it's someone you know and it's someone who definitely isn't going to want to get into a relationship with another man. I mean," he said, laughing, "of everyone you know, Guy would be the least likely to end up being some bloke's boyfriend."

I nodded.

He opened the car door. "So I figure he'd be your safest choice."

I got out of the car after him, marvelling at his maturity and feeling rather touched by his protectiveness towards me. If only he knew how reckless I'd been that afternoon, he'd probably be shocked to discover how justified his concerns were.

He opened the front door with his key and threw me a rather sweet smile as we went into the house.

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That night, as I gently masturbated in bed before sleeping, I was drawn to stretch my face downwards and reach my tongue out to lick the head of my penis while my foreskin was sliding back and forth across it. It wasn't something I did often – I wasn't too keen on the warm, wet sensation of my tongue – but after meeting Debbie and faced with the prospect of a second date, I wanted something a bit out of the ordinary from my regular evening wank.

So as my right hand developed a rhythm along the shaft of my cock and my left slowly probed the sticky hole between my legs, I stooped down and lapped at my precum, enjoying its sharp, salty taste. As it oozed from my slit, I licked it up like a melting ice-cream, sniffing as I did so at the strong sexual odour from my cock and balls and the harsher, powerfully distinct, scent from my finger teasing my hot, moist arsehole.

I wasn't sure why, but it felt good tonight to lick myself as the stroking of my hand steadily increased. It was a pity I didn't enjoy the feel of having a mouth on my cock: on a night like this, I would no doubt otherwise hungrily suck at the head of my erection as a special treat.

As my outstretched middle finger slid into my tight ring and the biting tang from it made my cock grow harder, I became aware of a second rhythm and paused momentarily to listen. It was Jake in the next room to me, enjoying his own late night ministrations. His rhythm was faster than mine – as with all things, his youth made him far less patient – and the thudding of his bed against the adjoining wall made it clear he was being much rougher with himself.

I smiled as I resumed my more sedate pumping. We both knew what the other was doing and would, perhaps, enjoy our own exertions a little more because of it. It amused me how surprised Jake would probably be if he could see how much more elaborate my own technique was: he would have no idea that his dad was busy stroking himself in time to a finger sliding in and out of his butt-crack and a tongue licking the dribble from his cock-head.

I've occasionally found myself curious as to whether Jake has inherited my rather specialised ability and is himself able to hunch forwards and self-fellate. From what I know of my son's erection – having seen it tenting his boxer shorts far more times than I would have liked over the years – I'm quite sure it's long enough for him to reach with his mouth, and he's certainly athletic enough to be able to flex his back that far.

One morning, just a few months earlier, I'd walked into his bedroom to find him stooped beneath his duvet in a very odd position: his bare bum sticking out from the covers with him underneath bent double – a gentle pulsing of rhythm and movement in time with a curious wet panting sound. I'd started making some quip about not really wanting to see my son's brown eye winking up at me first thing in the morning but had stopped mid-sentence when it had dawned on me, from his blushes and fluster as he struggled to sit up, that I might have just walked in on my son in the middle of him sucking himself off. He'd stayed put in the bed while I opened his curtains, flushing scarlet and catching his breath as he stooped beneath his duvet with his knees up in front of him and strings of spit and drool spattered around his lips.

As I write this I find myself wondering if my son had been about to climax when I'd walked into his bedroom and was in the habit of using his mouth to catch his outpouring of semen to avoid having to clean up his own mess. It would be typical of Jake to be so lazy that he couldn't be bothered to wipe himself off after masturbating, but would instead choose to hunch down and gulp down his own seed as it squirted from his slit just to avoid going to the effort of pulling a few tissues from a box.

I've always felt, though, that to ask him directly about his sexual capabilities, or even to allude to such a shared gift, would be over-stepping a fundamental father-son boundary. Perhaps if the issue had arisen naturally in conversation (I'm not sure how it would) I might have ventured a joking query in that direction; perhaps it's fortunate that it never has.

I had been about eighteen - the very age Jake was now at - when, in my bedroom at home, I had discovered that I could lick my own cock-head and even suck it if I so desired.

I found very quickly that, although I quite liked the taste of my cock, I didn't like the sensation of having my mouth around it. It felt wet and slimy and made me lose my hard-on. Quite often, after bed time, I would try sucking myself in different ways but no matter how I tried to do it, the weird sensation of having a warm, wet mouth slobbering over my cock-head was really uncomfortable and I soon gave up.

From then on, apart from occasional tastes of myself when the smell of masturbation has got me in the mood, I've stuck to purely hands-on techniques.

I've only once ever climaxed with my cock in my mouth and that was relatively recently. Soon after Linda had left me, I'd gone out with a woman from the marketing department where I work and, after a couple of dates, she'd asked me back to her place 'for coffee'. Even though it was obvious that we weren't getting on terribly well – the two of us were like chalk and cheese if I'm honest – she asked me if I wanted to stay over and I, of course, agreed.

As we'd undressed and I saw her glancing mistrustfully at the hefty mound I was making in the front of my blue underpants, I found myself hoping that she wouldn't have presumed – just like several women before her – that just because I happened to be modest and restrained in character, it must by necessity follow that my genitals would be similarly composed. Sure enough, when I pulled off my briefs and she saw how large and thick my penis looked – even though it was still only semi-erect – she announced categorically that she didn't want me to penetrate her.

I'd been very embarrassed – this woman knew me as a quiet, gentle man at work and I felt as if I was showing her that I'd had been hiding some bloated, thuggish phallus away in my trousers all these years. I had a humiliating vision of her telling the other women she worked with how sweet, shy Rob from project development was one to be avoided: how his monstrous drainpipe cock had emerged dribbling expectantly from his straining underwear and how stretched his hairy ball-sack had looked from the sheer girth of his obscene bollocks.

I'd tried to convince her that in spite of my intimidating size, I would do my best not to hurt her. Yet, in spite of me assuring her over and over that I'd take it as slowly as she wanted me to, she made it bluntly clear that there was to be no cookie for me that evening. She offered to kneel in front of me and suck at the top few inches of my organ but I told her I didn't like the sensation of it. In the end, we settled on mutual fondling and had knelt together on her bed, kissing and stroking between each other's legs until she was feeling moist and I had hardened fully.

She'd gradually grown to appreciate the generous size of my cock – could enjoy its aesthetic appeal while not wanting to sample its more intimate charms – and had caressed it with great aplomb while she kissed the bilobed underside of my bulbous helmet. She laughed that it was always the quiet ones who were "hung like Hoovers", and made me squat in front of her so she could rub my thick pole up and down with both hands using the ooze from my weeping slit to lubricate them.

To see her reaction, I reached down and gently licked the head of my cock with the tip of my tongue. She really enjoyed watching me do that and pushed my hand away from between her legs, taking up her own rhythm on herself with her fingers. She kept stroking my shaft, getting faster and faster, and grinned at me as I kept licking around my own puckered slit.

She reached forwards and joined me in licking the broad helmet of my cock. As she didn't put her mouth right around me, I quite enjoyed the sensation, and we stayed like that: me hunched over tasting my own juices while she rapidly masturbated me and tongued my fat cock-head making the same circular patterns as I was.

It felt remarkably good for us both to be feeding on my erection; for us to be lapping at the plump, shininess of my swollen helmet and tasting the dribbles of precum which would ooze from its slit. My shaft was still thickening and we smiled at each other across its fattened head, both hungrily licking it like a shared lollipop.

I pushed her hand away and began wanking myself in earnest; the swift gentleness of her fingers being replaced by the more confident grip of my larger fist. I beat my long shaft quickly and roughly and precum started flowing more copiously from my slit. We drank it between us, nuzzling our lips against one another as my foreskin slid rapidly back and forth over the taut, shiny skin of my throbbing cock-head.

Then she reached down between my legs and massaged my large, pendulous balls. I don't know when I'd previously enjoyed a release, but I felt a twinge of self-consciousness about how engorged they with my collected semen: ripe and bloated and stretching my scrotum painfully.

She kneaded them through the tight, hairy skin like she didn't mind how full I'd let them grow, and then smiled at me, the two of us still lapping at the ooze from my slit.

"I want you to cum," she whispered, taking first one of my plump bollocks into her whole hand and then the other. "I want you to release all this and then drink it."

As she spoke, I saw her hand speed up between her own legs and I felt my own excitement steadily mounting.

"Squeeze my balls," I commanded her.

She worked them in her hand, struggling to contain their large, round girths between her fingers, and I smiled back at her, my tongue flicking at my cock-head as I gently coaxed another bead of salty precum from its puckered slit.

My fist was pounding at my shaft like a piston at full speed; sustaining a blur of rhythm that women's hands don't seem to be able to manage.

When I started shooting, I don't know which of us was more surprised.

She gasped as the first white gush of liquid shot from my cock, catching my upper lip and coating my tongue. I instinctively pulled my face away from my organ, mildly repulsed by the acrid taste of my own semen, but she gently pushed my head back down.

"Eat it," she whispered, her own hand now working at herself with a quickening pace. "Feed on your own seed..."

Sensing her own approaching orgasm and hoping to hasten it, I did as she wanted. I opened my mouth wide and let my cock squirt shot after shot of its hot, white load into me.

Part of me couldn't believe what I was allowing her see. I knew we were unlikely to meet up for another date and that I'd have to see her regularly at work, and yet here I was – that boringly reserved guy from two floors down – squatting in front of her, gulping down my own jizm as it pumped out of me in thick, sticky gushes from my swollen nuts.

And yet part of me was loving the sheer wantonness of letting her see me doing this to myself; letting her see how over-sized my male organs were and how I could nourish myself with their copious juices.

She squeezed at my plump balls, as though urging them to empty themselves into their owner's waiting mouth, and started gasping as she watched me consuming my own spray, swallowing spurt after spurt of my own strong-smelling liquid as it spouted in rapid jets from my bulbous cock-head.

"Eat it!" she repeated, this time with more urgency. "Drink your own spunk, Rob!"

She tensed and I could tell she was climaxing, watching me guzzling on my own sperm which, as I kept masturbating myself, showed no signs of abating in its hot, gooey pulses. As her orgasm kicked in, she grabbed my scrotum hard, gripping it tightly as she cried out in pleasure.

I looked up at her, smiling, still gulping down the more physical evidence of my own climax as it spurted from my slit, excited by her pleasure and surprised at how wonderfully debauched it felt to be doing something so animal in front of a woman I worked with and didn't actually know that well.

Its taste was starkly unpleasant – I have to admit – but the excitement of feeding on my own cock, of consuming my own ejaculum as it erupted from my balls right in front of this woman, more than outweighed any revulsion I felt.

Afterwards, whenever I'd seen her again at work – which I had to for a couple of years until she'd mercifully moved on – I would blush at the memory of what I'd let her see me doing to myself and she would throw me a small smirk to let me know that she too remembered it well. I often wondered if she'd told anyone else who knew me what I'd done: that unassuming Rob, with his quiet manner and his store-bought suits, likes to feed on the distended head of his own elephantine manhood and to drink down his own thick, white cream when it starts spouting from his over-filled knackers.

Tonight, lying in my own bed, I settled for just licking at my cock, teasing myself with my tongue rather than sucking at it. Instead, I focussed on using both hands to pleasure myself: one between my legs with my finger pumping like a turbine in and out of my hole; the other on my cock, with my wrist now slamming up and down. I'd worked up a good, solid rhythm and was hugely enjoying myself, occasionally pulling my finger out from my hole to eagerly sniff it.

Jake had long since finished his own indulgences and was, I hoped, already asleep. I didn't like to think of him lying in bed having to listen to the sounds of his dad's masturbation and willing me to climax quickly so he could sleep.

As I lay back in my bed and pushed myself towards my final, rapid rhythm, I thought about Debbie and what might develop between us: of what it would be like to be in bed with her, for us to be naked together and for me to make love to her.

I fantasized about us being together like that: how her breasts would feel and how she would taste between her legs. What it would be like to be intimate together; to kiss her deeply while I drove my cock faster and faster in and out of her. Then to mount her from behind, with her bending over in front of me.

I remembered the lad from Asda in the toilet and thought about how he would have looked if I'd had enough money to fuck him. She'd look exactly like him bending over with his arse wide open, my cock sliding rapidly in and out of it. His balls hanging down and his cock being jerked in his excitement at the feel of a big, thick cock buggering him.

Just like him with his squat, hairy arse, still wet from my mouth, except it would be her. Just like him as I was grabbing onto his hips and driving in and out of him, with the taste of his arsehole, strong and intense, on my tongue. Just like him spraying his spunk over the toilet bowl as I filled his hot, stinking bowels with my own pumping seed.

I climaxed thinking of Debbie like that. And afterwards, as I mopped up my semen and wiped my finger, it felt promising that I'd had her in my mind as I'd pleasured myself after our first meeting. It seemed like it might be an omen that there was a sexual connection between us, albeit an embryonic one: an indication that we might have potential together and perhaps it wasn't completely absurd for me to imagine I might soon have a girlfriend.

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Next story: A Holistic Approach

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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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