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The Right Trousers

by Furlong


THE RIGHT TROUSERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong robert.furlong@rocketmail.com

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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 I should wear when I met Debbie for the first time the following Wednesday. Should I keep it casual with maybe a rugby shirt and trainers, or show her I wanted to make an effort by wearing a smart shirt and one of my dressier jackets?

Whatever look I ultimately opted for, I was going to need a decent pair of trousers that would hang well on me. I didn't want some cheap pair like those I'd wear for work: I wanted to wear something that was both flattering and expensive-looking and which would make it seem like I cared about my appearance far more than I actually did.

As I was getting into the main shopping area, already decorated overhead with Christmas lights, I noticed an old-fashioned looking shop which quaintly called itself a 'gentlemen's outfitters'. Being an old-fashioned kind of guy myself, I decided I would pop in and see if that had anything that might prove suitable.

It was getting late in the day and the shop was eerily quiet. After I'd noticed how expensive things were (nearly a hundred pounds for a single tie!) I was approached by a beautifully-suited man with a well-coiffed beard, who asked, a tad distrustfully, if he could help me.

My reply that I was just looking around didn't satisfy him and he continued to pester me. Perhaps it had been an especially quiet day, or perhaps I looked like the sort of shady character he didn't want bringing down the tone of his shop.

I told him I wanted a pair of nicely-fitting trousers; something rather better than one of the off-the-rail pairs I might get from BHS.

"What sort of colour were you thinking of?" he asked. I estimated that he must be a few years older than me from the amount of grey hair he had.

I shrugged. "Dark blue, maybe." I had a nice red and white stripy tie in my wardrobe which would go well with dark blue. Or would a tie be too stuffy for a first date?

He looked me up and down and said he'd need to take my measurements.

"I'm a 32 waist with a medium leg," I offered, trying to be helpful.

"If you want a good fit," he said haughtily, "I'll need something rather more accurate than that."

He asked me to go through to the back room of the shop where he could measure me properly. As he did so, he locked the shop door and turned the little sign around to tell people they were now closed.

"I was just about to lock up when you came in," he said. "You're lucky you caught me." The tone of his voice indicated that he regarded my appearance considerably less fortuitously.

The back room had a large cutting table to one side of it with a few offcuts of material draped over it, some rails of clothing against the back wall, and a group of mannequins' dummies in various states of undress clustered in the corner.

"Take your coat off, if you would, Mr... er...?"

"Furlong," I told him.

He took it from me and diligently hung it on a coat hanger, disdainfully picking a few pieces of stray fluff and cat hair from the front of it, and affording it far more care and attention than it actually deserved.

After he'd hung it up, he took a tape measure from the table and asked me stand on a small stool so he could take my measurements.

He started at the front, measuring from the waistband of the trousers I was wearing down to the bottom hem of the leg and then took the circumference of my shin and thigh. All the time he was jotting numbers into a notebook with a short stubby pencil.

Given the effort he was making for me, I was beginning to feel obligated to buy a pair of trousers from him, no matter what they looked like. It would seem rudely unappreciative to leave the shop empty-handed after receiving such service.

And if a tie cost a hundred pounds here, how much was I going to have to pay for a pair of tailored trousers? Perhaps it would have been cheaper to have taken the train down to London and peruse the clothes racks at Harrods...

He went around the back of me, taking measurements from just below the back of my shoe up to the top of my leg and then further up and over the curve of my buttocks to my waist. He seemed to be making rather a meal of what he was doing and I glanced over to the side of me where there was a full-length mirror so that I could see what he was up to.

To my astonishment, I could see that he was slyly taking the odd sniff of my bum. He was pretending he was carefully taking measurements, putting his face close to the tape as if trying to get millimetre accuracy from his readings, but he was really manoeuvring himself so he could get his nose close to my backside so he could take a surreptitious whiff of it.

The dirty old sod!

I reminded myself that in his place I would probably do the same. Christ – if you were as fascinated by rimming as I was and had a job like his, it would be like being in heaven!

You'd have all these guys wandering into your shop – young blokes getting measured up for wedding outfits, graduation suits and the like – and you'd have a perfectly valid excuse to get right up close to their variously shaped bums and to see how far you could get your nose between their buttocks. Some would have arse-cracks which would be soapy-clean, others would be more forthright and considerably more interesting: the fun would be finding out who had what.

I turned back to face forwards and bent over a little to push my backside towards him slightly.

"Is that better for you?" I asked.

I saw him glance over at the mirror, as if to assure himself that I hadn't spotted what he was doing, and, believing I was oblivious to his intentions, muttered, "Yes, yes. Thank you."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Martin," he replied. "Martin Jacobi."

He returned to measuring me from behind, asking me to open my legs slightly so he could take my inside leg measurement and then reached around the front of me to take a reading of my waist.

I was beginning to think I might have been mistaken about him sniffing me or that, if he really had been, he hadn't liked what he'd found, when suddenly I felt what was almost certainly his nose between my cheeks.

Any other guy might have thought it was a stray thumb pushing itself where it shouldn't while its owner was absorbed in reading from the tape-measure. But, even without sneaking another look through the mirror, I was fairly sure it was his nose. I could hear him quietly sniffing my arse-crack, curious to find out how I would smell back there.

It was the end of the week and I'd been wearing my trousers since Monday: they had a tendency to ride up into my cleft when I was sitting at my desk and might be getting a bit whiffy back there. My underwear – a pair of Aussiebum briefs if I wasn't mistaken – had, as always, been fresh on that morning but as it was now late afternoon, they'd also be getting a bit worse for wear.

I knew from when I'd rubbed my fingers in my crack and sniffed them in bed when masturbating that I could be tantalisingly odoriferous between my arse-cheeks, and I was sure Martin would be able to smell my scent quite easily through my clothing.

Evidently he enjoyed the frank, earthy musk because he didn't pull away. He gently moved his nose a little lower down as he fiddled with the tape measure, surreptitiously pushing it into a position where my smell would be more pungent and more powerful.

I leaned forwards a little, opening my butt-crack a little wider for him. His nose pushed into me more deeply and I could hear him sniffing appreciatively. His knees were resting on the stool between my feet and I saw him put a hand down to the front of his trousers, either to adjust his hardening excitement in his underwear or to give himself a discreet masturbatory tweak.

I was starting to stiffen myself at the feel of him nuzzling around between my buttocks. The realisation that another man was secretively smelling my bum was extremely arousing, as was the fact that he himself was getting turned on by my darkest, most private scent.

"Would it be better if I pulled these down a bit?" I asked. "The waist is pinching – it's probably messing up your measurements."

Before he had chance to reply, I undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers, and then hitched them down to expose my underwear. My briefs were indeed Aussiebum ones and were maroon in colour. The front pouch was very roomy, which was the main reason I had bought them, but even with so copious a gusset the material was starting to stretch outwards as my cock gradually swelled in size. That was good, I thought: my arousal would be pulling the seat of them more snuggly against the paired mounds of my buttocks, giving him a more favourable view of my rear.

The tailor muttered his approval, "Yes, that is rather better for me," and reached round as if he was re-checking my waist size with his tape measure. As he was doing so, he pressed his face more deeply into the back of my briefs, inhaling deeply right between my cheeks.

I leaned forwards again and pressed my bum into him, feeling my cock steadily lengthening in response to the new and exhilarating sensation of having a man's face back there. It seemed to me that we must now both be fully aware what we were doing and what was going on between us.

Nevertheless, Martin chose to prolong the pretence.

"If you could lean forwards a little more," he requested. "I need to know how much slack you'll need in the seat."

Okay, I thought. We'll play our little game a bit longer.

I leaned further forwards, supporting myself on the table in front of me. My backside was pushing into his face and my arse-cheeks were spread apart so widely that I could feel the heat of his breath through my underwear on my hole.

"Is that okay?" I asked. "I don't want the back of them tearing when I bend down."

"That's very good," he said. "Yes... excellent."

He made like he was measuring my outstretched buttock, as if trying to work out how much give he'd need in the material at the back, and then pressed his face into me again, working himself downwards so that his nose was close to my most flavoursome spot.

I turned to look in the mirror again. There he was, leaning forwards: cheek-deep into the cleft of my tightly-fitting briefs. He was breathing quickly and deeply, snorting as he inhaled from my underwear, right from where my scent would be at its strongest and the material at its most savoury.

My cock was hardening quickly at the sight of another man's face pushing between my buttocks. It seemed I had waited for this moment for so long: and now, here it was, taking place before my eyes in this most unlikely of settings.

He pulled back, panting a little, and I turned to face forwards again.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me: I really would give him a treat! I would do for him what I would fantasize about another man doing if I was in his position.

Without straightening up, and supporting myself against the table with one arm, I reached back with the other and yanked my underwear down to expose my arse for him.

"I often go commando," I said, matter-of-factly. "It might be good to take a measurement without my underwear... just to be sure..."

"Good idea," he muttered. "Thank you..."

He pretended to measure me again, keeping well away from my naked bum, and at first I thought he must be plucking up the courage to go the whole way with me. After a good thirty seconds, though, he still hadn't taken up my implicit offer to experience me in the flesh, and I began to wonder if he was having second thoughts.

Didn't he like my naked arse? Was putting his face there a step too far for him?

"Is everything okay?" I asked. "Feel free to do what you need to..."

"Everything is fine," he replied. "Better than fine, actually."

He stood up and walked over to the table and put down the tape measure, pencil and notebook. I saw he had a well-worn wedding-ring on his left hand.

I kept bending forwards with my briefs pulled down at the back, starting to feel a little self-conscious at the somewhat flagrant position I'd adopted. Had he had enough? Didn't he like a bare bum?

"Can I just clarify," he began quietly, "that you're inviting me to have oral contact with your rear?"

I was surprised by his formality and a little disappointed that our game was now over.

"I only ask," he went on, "to avoid the potential for... well... an unpleasant misunderstanding."

"Haven't I made it clear enough," I replied, with a pointed glance back at my exposed arse, "what I might be hoping for?"

"In that case," he said with a solemn nod, "you can pull your underwear down a little further, Mr Furlong. And spread your legs a little wider."

I looked over at him and saw he was unzipping his fly. He reached in and pulled out his erection. It was about six inches long and it looked like he'd been circumcised.

"You're quite a remarkable find," he commented. "I've never had a customer like you... the only other time a man became aware of my little... er... quirk, he became... shall we say... a touch on the aggressive side."

I smiled. "I'm not so easily rattled, Martin. If my cheeks are a little red, it's probably from where your beard has been rubbing against them through my briefs."

He reached into a drawer and squirted some kind of oil onto his palm. Then he rubbed his hand up and down his cock, making it shiny and slippery.

I hitched down my briefs to the tops of my thighs, releasing my semi-hard erection and tucking the waistband under my balls. My cock was swollen enough to point forwards in mid-air and was already much longer and thicker than Martin's. My large, heavy balls hung down pendulously between my legs.

As I expected, he showed little interest in my genitals but instead wiped his hand on some tissues from a pack in the same drawer. He pulled out a few spares and tucked them loosely into his pocket, muttering something about stains on the carpet being difficult to shift, with his cock still arching upwards from his fly.

He went behind me again and ran his fingers slowly down my exposed cleft, allowing his extended middle finger to seek out the raised pucker of my hole through the tangle of hair that was sprouting from my crack.

"Since you're willing to be so obliging," he said, still running his fingers up and down between my cheeks, "I'd appreciate a moment or two to... er... enjoy your scent. It shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes and then we'll sort out your trousers."

His cold precision was bizarre under the circumstances but in a funny sort of way it appealed to me. Perhaps to him this wasn't sex: maybe he saw it that I was allowing him to indulge his 'quirk' in exchange for a discount off the price of my trousers, and so he was approaching our dealings, like his measurements, with an almost professional aloofness.

He seemed peculiarly unaware that I might also become excited by what he was doing; that the guy being rimmed would also be compelled to masturbate. He hadn't offered me any of his tissues, in spite of his concern about the carpet, and hadn't even glanced at my cock to see if I was aroused.

He ran his fingertip around the wrinkled opening I was presenting to him and then gently pressed it into the middle of the pursed ring. Once I'd yielded to him, he slid easily inside me and I relaxed my hole to hungrily consume the top of his digit. I pushed back against him, keen to take as much of his finger as he could squeeze into me, and he grabbed my hip for leverage and worked himself into my bowels right up to the knuckle.

"Does that feel pleasant?" he asked.

"Just a bit," I smiled, loving the feel of him pushing his way into me. It had felt good when I had done this to myself at home in bed; but never this good. My cock swelled to it full size, throbbing upwards against my stomach.

He pulled his finger out of me with a slurp and sniffed intently at it. After finding it to his liking, he announced crisply, "Your rear has an invigorating bouquet, Mr Furlong."

"Let's hope it tastes just as good," I remarked.

"I'm sure it will."

He knelt down and put his hands on my bare buttocks, his thumbs pointing inwards towards my crack. Prizing my cheeks open still further, I felt his beard tickling as he pushed forwards between them. He drove his nose deep into my cleft and I felt his warm, wet tongue snaking between my buttocks as he extended it towards me. He quickly found my hole, still gaping open from his finger, and flicked his tongue against it, tasting in fullness my rich, carnal flavour.

He made an approving, "Mmm..." sound and started lapping at my splayed hole in rapid, slurping gulps, like a cat noisily drinking milk.

I couldn't believe I was being rimmed – I was finally being rimmed by another guy!

After waiting so long, it seemed almost beyond belief that this was really happening.

And it felt... well... slightly odd, I had to admit. The sensation of having someone's tongue licking at my bum brought with it a certain amount of discomfort; not only from its warm clamminess as it darted around in such a private area but also from a niggling self-consciousness about presenting my most secret hole to another person's face.

Nevertheless, having a man's face back there – even one belonging to a guy as cold and unerotic as Martin – was, from a sexual perspective at least, extraordinarily exciting.

I looked back into the mirror to the side of us and marvelled at what I was seeing. Another man was licking my bum! It was finally happening!

There was my arse; and there was his face. How amazing it was for the two to be connected, and for the excitement of doing so to make this guy's cock rise upwards, hard and throbbing, from the fly of his trousers.

My own cock swelled back to full size, having had its enjoyment dampened a little by my brief misgivings. I was sure such troubling thoughts would abate as I got used to the feel of another man licking me back there and that I would soon grow less troubled to have someone's face so intimately joined to such an illicit spot.

I bent as low as I could and opened my legs widely, desperate to give him the full impact of my outspread arse against his eager face.

He removed one hand from my backside and through my legs I watched him take up a gentle rhythm on his hardened cock. He rubbed it like he was polishing it: not gripping and roughly yanking his foreskin the way I do, but deftly gliding his fingers back and forth along its circumcised shaft and using his thumb to smoothly caress its plump head. The oil made it glisten and shine as it stiffened further in response to his delicate rubbing until the head of it gleamed like a polished bead.

He pulled his face back from my backside and muttered, "You have a very strong flavour, Mr Furlong... yes... very satisfactory."

And then he plunged his face forwards again and drove his tongue deeper into my hole.

I grabbed my own cock and started wanking myself. Lacking his finesse, I pounded myself quickly and roughly, showing all the inelegant wrist-thumping of a randy teenager compared to his more genteel and sensual technique.

His tongue still felt slimy against me and I'd rather preferred the stark roughness of his finger probing inside me. His breath felt hot and sticky against my backside and being in such a hunched position was putting an uncomfortable strain on my thighs.

Discomfort aside, though, another guy was finally rimming me, and the sheer fact of that – in spite of everything else – was electrifying.

Martin snorted and panted against my bum as his tongue pushed its way more deeply into me. The dextrous movement of his fingers on his cock increased steadily in time with the quickening rhythm of his breathing, and the lapping sounds he was making, which sounded like he was drinking from me, grew louder and moister.

I wondered if this was the first time he had rimmed a guy: I rather doubted it as he seemed very adept at what he was doing. It might be his first time at doing it with a customer, but his tongue was way too confident for him to be a novice. He must meet guys somewhere and invite them back with him.

I kept wanking myself, peering over at what he was doing in the mirror alongside us. There we were: there was my arse bending over with my cheeks splayed wide open, and there was Martin's face clamped right between them, his mouth opening and closing, as he gorged on my most indelicate spot. My rhythm grew faster and I made long, sweeping strokes up and down the full length of my cock.

His tongue was pushing as deeper and deeper and his lips were sucking furiously on my hole. I could feel the pursed ring of soft tissue around it swelling and growing – almost hardening as if mirroring the stiffening of my cock – and I wondered if it was possible to become anally excited. If it was, I was well on the way: my hole, normally so small, wrinkled and inconsequential, now tingled and felt pink and firm; pumped up and throbbing as it enjoyed its own distinctive take on what would be termed, on its big brother around the front, an erection.

Martin's mouth started making loud guzzling noises as he greedily slurped at my sleazy chute. He grabbed onto my hip more firmly so he could push his face further and further forwards, squeezing as far between my cheeks as he was able, determined to reach deeper and deeper up into my bowels.

I turned back to peer into the mirror again, fascinated to watch him feasting so fervently on my outstretched backside, caressing his erection faster and faster as he did so. He was completely absorbed – wholly captivated – by what he was doing and I was mesmerised to watch him like that; to see him rubbing himself so quickly at the thrill of having his face pressed into my pale, hairy arse.

No-one had even so much as touched me between my cheeks before, let alone fondled my hole, and now here was a man with his nose wedged firmly in the soaking wet hair deep in my crack and his mouth clamped slap bang on my bullseye.

My pleasure was rapidly intensifying: my orgasm was on its way.

I called out to him, "Come on, eat me! Eat my arse!"

And I pushed my bum hard into his face.

He fed on me more hungrily, his tongue coaxing every last ooze of flavour from my hole, and I looked down between my legs at his cock. The gentle kneading action he'd been making on the head of it increased rapidly to a rhythmic masturbatory motion. Gone was the pretence that he was delicately polishing his glans: he was now, like me, enjoying a good old-fashioned, hearty wank.

Encouraged by his eagerness, I reached back with my free hand and grabbed his head, smearing his face between my cheeks and grinding my arse against his mouth.

I looked over at the two of us in the mirror again: Jesus, we looked so hot like this! Me with my trousers hitched down and my arse thrusting back, over and over, into another man's eager face. Him rubbing his upright cock, faster and faster, in his intensifying passion.

I called out again, "Taste my bowels! Push your tongue right up into me!"

He grunted appreciatively – his tongue lapping furiously at my hole as if he were gulping down his last meal – and I looked again through my legs at his cock as he stroked the shaft up and down in a frantic blur. As if it could sense it was being observed, it responded by squirting thick white ribbons up into the air and I sped my own wrist up to wank myself with the same frenzied rhythm, still holding his face tight against my arse.

He rode out his orgasm with me holding him like that, still rubbing at himself as quickly as he could and with his hips bucking in gentle spasms. He was wallowing in the smell of my bum on his face and in his mouth, as if oblivious to the fact that his cock was gushing in gratitude onto his shirt and trousers.

Once he was fully spent, I could feel him trying to pull away from my arse, but I wanted to hold him there – his nose snorting into my crack and his mouth panting against my hole – feeling my own pleasure spreading as my balls readied themselves to unleash my load.

My excitement amassed and condensed into an orgasm at the thought of his own puckered anus, squatting down behind me in the back of his trousers, swollen and moist at the pleasure he had received from mine. I held his face firm as my climax kicked in, pushing his face hard against my hole as it clamped and dilated in fish-mouth spasms against his lips, all the time thinking about what it would be like to have my mouth on his sweaty backside; his hot, slimy ring constricting around my tongue.

I released his head only when my own far more copious eruption needed both of my hands to contain it. He fell back slightly, his own cock still oozing and his mouth gasping for fresh air.

I did my best to catch the majority of my outpouring by cupping my hands together underneath the squirting head, but a few stray gobs managed to shoot onto his precious carpet.

Having recovered from the force of his climax, he grabbed the tissues from his pocket and did his best to wipe his semen from his clothing. Then he stood up, coughed quietly to clear his throat, and glanced over at me, still bending over and trying to aim the dwindling dribble from my cock into the glutinous white pool I was holding in my cupped hands.

"I did rather wonder – from the way you were responding – if you'd be needing some tissues too," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "They might come in handy right now."

He stashed his softening cock back into his cum-splashed trousers and zipped himself up. Then he walked over to the table and took a wodge of tissues out of the packet and helped me to dab up the almost embarrassing quantity of semen I was holding in both hands like some ritualistic offering.

Seeing the smattering of stray white splashes on the carpet, he withdrew another tissue and bent down, tutting, to soak them up.

"You obviously rather enjoyed that," he observed, perhaps mentally subtracting a chunk from the discount he'd been considering giving me.

"It was very pleasant, yes," I said, standing upright and wiping the thick gobs of my discharge from my hands with a thick wad of tissues.

"I see you're very well-endowed, Mr Furlong," he observed coldly, glancing at my spent organ, now drooping downwards with the foreskin easing back across the withering head. My balls hung low between my thighs, drained but still massively enlarged and no doubt frantically churning out more sperms ready to fuel another load that evening.

I suddenly felt self-conscious again; this time to be exposing my large genitals to him now that his more modestly proportioned cock had been discreetly tucked away. I was almost compelled to apologise; to excuse myself for having such a monstrously large organ and a pair of balls that looked like they belonged to a large, lumbering mammal.

Before I could respond, though, he added, "I'm rather glad I noticed – there's nothing more uncomfortable or embarrassing than trousers that are too tight around the crotch. I'll have to cut you quite a bit of slack in that area."

I nodded, throwing the sodden tissues into the bin and pulling up my underwear. "Do you enjoy being anally penetrated by other men's penises?" he asked.

Was this also about the trousers? Were there special hems – flaps perhaps – which he could stitch in around the back?

"To be honest," I told him, "that was the first time a guy has had anything to do with my bum. I don't think I'm ready for anything more than a tongue, though. Maybe one day... but not yet."

He glanced over at me in surprise.

"I got the impression you were rather well-practised," he said. "I was actually intending to discharge myself inside you – it's so much cleaner that way – but... well... as you saw, matters rather overtook me."

I kept a neutral expression, pulling up my trousers. Was he telling me he'd been planning to fuck me? That he'd been going to stand up behind me and bugger my arse without even asking me?

"It's a good job I didn't go ahead," he chuckled. "It might have been rather an unpleasant surprise for you."

I smiled but I was wondering what I'd have done if he had tried to butt-fuck me – especially as there was no sign of any condoms in that drawer of his. I rather liked the idea of getting behind another guy after I'd rimmed him and 'discharging myself' inside him, as Martin had so starkly put it; but to allow another man to do that to me... I wasn't convinced I would like that.

I couldn't be sure how I might act in the heat of an impassioned moment, but I was quite certain that if I'd felt the head of his cock pressing against my spit-soaked arsehole, things between us would have ended considerably less amicably than they had.

I buttoned myself up and then struggled to yank the zip up over the bulge my still semi-erect cock was making. I could see what he meant about cutting a bit of slack in the crotch – an extra couple of inches of material would come in very handy at moments like this.

"The trousers will be one hundred and fifty pounds," he stated. "I can have them ready by Tuesday."

"It's a bit expensive for a pair of trousers," I queried.

"Given how accommodating you've been, I've pitched the price, if you'll pardon the turn of phrase, at rock bottom."

I smiled at his humour but he just stared back at me, his face deadpan.

Although one hundred and fifty pounds was well in excess of what I'd normally be prepared to pay, I nodded.

After washing our hands in a little kitchen out back, we went back through to the shop to settle up. He agreed to post the trousers over to me to save me another journey into Coventry and that they'd arrive by Wednesday, so I could wear them when I met Debbie.

"Thank you for being so obliging in the back room," he said crisply. "It was very good of you."

I smiled. It was like he hadn't noticed that I'd also enjoyed a very heavy climax.

"If ever you're passing the shop again," he went on, "I'd be more than happy to... er... take your measurements again."

I chuckled. "Perhaps it would be fun if I could take yours?"

He allowed himself a smile. "It's a little irregular, but it might make an interesting experiment."

I was sure I wouldn't be back. I didn't regret what we'd done but he was a bit too odd – too strangely reserved – for me to be drawn into a repeat performance.

He let me out of the shop with a muttered goodbye. I got the feeling he knew I wouldn't be back; I wondered if anyone ever returned.

As I walked back to my car my arse felt the cold autumn air between my cheeks from where it was still damp. I'd never had that feeling before and it was mildly unpleasant.

I wondered how it would feel if I'd let him fuck me. There was no way I would have, but it was an intriguing thought. I'd found it quite repellent when he'd first mooted the possibility but now that the idea was in my mind, I was starting to get used to it.

What would it feel like to let a guy do that to me? To feel him inside me?

I realised that one day, probably sooner than I might have anticipated, the curiosity I was now feeling would impel me to find out.

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Next story: Coupling Up

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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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