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Pantomime Cow

by Furlong


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

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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.

"I didn't think you were interested in drama, Jake."

"I'm not actually in it," he replied, through a mouthful of ravioli on toast. "I'm just drawing them a few cartoons for their programme." Jake had always been very skilled at drawing and had remarkable talent for capturing expression and movement. For a while, I'd tried to persuade him to take up art as one of his subjects at school but my advice had, like so many of my attempts at paternal guidance, been casually disregarded.

"They're asking for volunteers," he went on, swallowing one mouthful of food and promptly shovelling in another so he could continue to talk through it. "They want a parent to take on one of the roles they can't fill,"

"Come on... you know I'm rubbish at that kind of thing."

"Oh, it's nothing too difficult. They're just looking for someone to be the back end of the cow."

I smiled. "Oh right."

"Mr Barrowman was going to do it but they need him backstage." He gulped some of his juice and then announced, "Anyway, I said you wouldn't do it."

"Probably for the best," I chuckled. "You know what I'm like... I'd end up falling off the stage or something."

He chuckled. "Yeah. And you don't want to have your face in another guy's butt all night, do you?"

I looked over at him, startled. "Is that what it would involve?"

"Yeah, of course. And it gets so hot in the costume, you'd both have to strip down to your underwear. I told Mr Roberts you'd be too weirded-out to do it."

"Well, I dunno, Jake..." I picked up some of the dirty dishes to take them to the sink. "I mean, if they're desperate..."

He shook his head. "Seriously, dad, it'd gross you out. I've seen them during rehearsals... the costume is so cramped that the guy at the back has his nose stuck right in the other guy's butt... and it gets so hot in the costume, they were both sweating like a couple of pigs by the end of the show..."

I turned to look at him, temporarily lost for words at the mental image he'd just painted.

Eventually, I managed, "But... you know... if they're desperate...."

He shrugged. "Anyway, the guy at the front is Mr Purves. Do you really want to have your face in his backside for a whole night? I mean, what if he hadn't wiped himself properly... ugh!"

"Well, no. No. Of course not."

I knew Michael Purves from a couple of parents' evenings; he'd taught Jake Physics since he'd joined the college. He was in his late twenties and played football in one of the amateur leagues. The thought of back-ending him in the cow costume was already making my cock harden and I turned to face the sink so that Jake couldn't see the bulge that was starting to form in my work trousers.

I called over my shoulder to him, turning the hot tap onto the dishes, "I just would feel bad if it means the play can't run without a volunteer..."

Jake didn't seem too interested one way or the other. "Well, I'll let Mr Roberts know. But I'll say you want to be the front end..."

"No!" I was surprised at how urgent my voice suddenly sounded. Smiling in an attempt to appear more casual, I said, "Er... the back end will be fine, Jake... honestly..."

He threw me a quizzical look. "Yeah...?"

"Well... I mean," I muttered, struggling to think of a good reason for preferring the rear end. "The guy at the front has to know where to go and what to do... I'd just have to follow him..."

He shrugged a 'whatever' gesture which made him look like his mother and then brought the rest of the dishes over to the sink.

Although I tried not to let Jake see how excited I was at the prospect of being the back end of his Physics teacher's cow, my mind was racing through the possibilities which the position might present.

Of course, I would have to be very careful not to have too much contact with the teacher's backside, but, as a once happily-married man, he probably wouldn't suspect I was actually enjoying having my nose jammed between his buttocks. He'd probably be apologetic, repeatedly so, about the awkwardness of the situation.

I'd reminded Jake twice that evening to tell Mr Roberts that I was interested in being in the play before his expression told me that I was venturing into uncool territory.

===

Needless to say, I lay for a while in my bed that night pondering about what it would be like to have my face so close to another man's backside for so long, speculating on how brave I would be with my nose and my tongue, wondering if the teacher might start enjoying my attentions like Guy had... and what would happen if he did?

I fondled myself through the fly of my pyjamas, feeling my cock starting to harden as it always did when my thoughts turned to other men's backsides.

What if he, like me, was harbouring a secret yearning for the male rear? What if that had been the reason he'd volunteered to take on the role?

Once he'd recognised my interest in his arse – once he'd realised that I'd offered to spend the evening cooped up in the costume with him for reasons less respectable than a wish to support performance art – he'd likely respond by pushing himself back against me. Perhaps even pull the back of his underpants down to give his new-found friend better access.

Would I be brave enough to rim him on stage, hidden from view within our costume but nevertheless in front of an audience? I imagined myself inside the dark, stuffy confines, my face level with his pert, sweaty buttocks. His crack would be hot and ripe after a day of being cooped up in his trousers and underwear in the Physics lab; the tastes and odours around his tight, puckered anus ready and waiting for licking and sniffing.

Without a doubt I'd rim him! I'd have my tongue stuck so far up his arse that his eyes would be watering!

I gently eased my foreskin down the stiffening length of my cock with a couple of fingers and my thumb, and then slowly swept it back up again. Then I did it again, and again, becoming a little bit faster each time as what had started out as idle fondling gradually developed the rhythm and pace of masturbation.

It occurred to me that, if Michael Purves was into guys' arses like I was, he might suggest that we swap places during the half time interval so he could do to me what I'd so enjoyed doing to him.

For the first time, I considered how it would feel to have another man rimming me. Would I enjoy it? I imagined the feel of another man's nose sniffing my most private smells, the sensation of his tongue licking around my most intimate spot.

I wondered if I might be self-conscious. What if I was a bit smelly down there or hadn't prepared myself as thoroughly as I should have? What if he was disgusted by me?

But I figured that if someone was into rimming, part of its attraction had to be towards experiencing the natural smells and tastes of the arse: that had certainly been what I'd found so exciting about Guy's backside. So another guy would be just as likely to enjoy rimming me in the state he found me as I would him.

I imagined Purves behind me in the costume, pulling my underpants down and pushing his face between my buttocks. My cock swelled at the thought and I started masturbating it more quickly, my breathing quickening and a thin film of sweat forming on my forehead in the darkness.

I hitched my pyjama bottoms down so that I could work my free hand between my legs and, pushing underneath my large balls, extended a finger into my hot, hairy arse-crack. I drew circles around my moist ring, imagining it was Purves's tongue, and felt my cock hardening to its full size as I jerked it as quietly as I could.

Grabbing his head, I'd grind my arse into his face, relishing the sensation of him tasting my hole and inhaling my sweaty, pungent odour. I imagined holding his head steady and sliding my arse up and down against his face, just like I'd seen the men in the park toilets doing. I'd feel his nose sweep up and down between my cheeks, and then bend forwards to open my crack to allow him to fully penetrate my hole with his tongue.

Suddenly I had an idea. Remembering how much I had enjoyed, to my horrified surprise, the sensation of Dr Courtney's middle finger entering me during the prostate examination, I clicked my bedside light back on and found in my bedside drawer the tube of KY jelly I'd bought in a chemist's shop. After squirting a generous gob of it onto my middle finger, I smeared the transparent goo up and down from tip to knuckle, the way I'd seen the doctor doing, and then clicked the light back off again.

I pressed my moistened finger back against my hole and marvelled at how smoothly and slickly it slid inside me. The sensation was exquisite: even better than I remembered it had been in the surgery now that I didn't have the doctor's beady eyes staring at me. I pushed deep up into my bowels and gasped at how pleasurable it felt. My cock throbbed and hardened in response, as if pleased that its little brother round the back was finally being invited into the party.

Taking up a gentle rhythm in and out of my anus, I imagined Purves pushing his tongue inside me smiled to think of him enjoying it so much he would push deeper and deeper, hungry for more. How wonderful it would be to feel him frantically wanking himself in his excitement as he fed so passionately on me. Emboldened by how good it felt, I began fingering myself more quickly and eventually worked up to the same rhythm as I was using to masturbate. I was amazed by how incredible just a single finger could feel as it slid quickly in out of my tight, slimy hole and how hard it made my cock throb to imagine it was another man's tongue reaching up inside me.

I lay there marvelling and grinning with glee at the new sensation I was experiencing; pleasuring myself so delectably with two hands rather than one. This was masturbation cranked up to the max: the de-luxe form of the habit I had so enjoyed since boyhood. Why had nobody told me about this? Why had I never had the imagination to discover it for myself?

Increasing my rhythm, I began panting as I realised I was now getting pleasure from two places rather than one. I'd always enjoyed the waves of sensation which rubbing my cock would give me; now I was getting further stimulation – nearly double the fun – from my hot, tight backside which had all these years been hungry for me to feed it.

I gasped again in delight; God this felt so good!

My finger was making slurping noises as I thrust it in and out of myself and imagined it to be Purves's mouth, sucking at my backside and giving me his own version of the rim-job I had seen in the park toilets. I opened my legs wider, both hands growing faster in their separate but co-ordinated roles. One expertly circling my cock in its long-established technique; the other less certain and still finding its way as it plunged in and out of my long-neglected hole.

A waft of air was expelled from beneath my duvet and I sniffed greedily at the novel kick my new technique was giving to my masturbatory odour. I'd always revelled in the sharp, biting smell of my cock when I wanked it; now it was joined by a stronger, and deliciously smuttier, smell from between my legs. Both my hands quickened in their excitement: this was a welcome new slant on an old favourite.

I gasped a third time, this time coupled with an urgent grunt. My whole bed was a pulsating mass of movement and rhythm. The manageable to-and-fro vibrating of my mattress under the motion of only one hand had given way to a frenzy of pounding and creaking. In time I'd learn how to restrain such excesses, or at least limit them to more discreet levels, but for now I just enjoyed it. My bedroom door was closed; if Jake could hear what his father was up to, he'd just have to put a pillow over his head.

He could have no idea where my thoughts were straying to.

And in any case, this was too good to miss.

I focussed on the mental picture of me bending low with another man's face eating so urgently and hungrily at my backside, the two of us sweaty and panting with excitement. I just let the pleasure wash over me, both hands working as fast as I was able to move them.

With another sniff beneath my duvet at the smell of Michael Purves rimming me inside the hot, sweaty pantomime costume, I grunted like a pig as my inevitable orgasm overwhelmed me. And as semen was erupting in thick, unending gushers from my cock, I was fascinated to feel my arse squeezing my finger in time with each squirt.

Had it always done that? Even without a finger up there?

In the quieting aftermath, as I lay recovering my breath, I decided that anal-fingering during masturbation was worthy of a lot more investigation and regular, perhaps nightly, practice to perfect my technique. Such a two-handed approach was going to make cleaning up afterward rather more involved – not only had my huge outpouring semen managed to soak my duvet and pyjamas without my left hand there with a tissue catch it, but there was also the unwelcome matter of my bum-smeared finger.

Nevertheless, I figured it would prove well worth the added inconvenience.

===

The next morning I managed to be sufficiently restrained to remind Jake only once to let Mr Roberts know I was interested in helping with the college pantomime.

He responded with a curt, "I said I would so I will."

At tea that evening, a response to my offer wasn't forthcoming so I was forced to broach the subject myself.

"Er... any news about me being in your play?"

He slurped his drink before answering. "They'd already cast the part. Luke Ainley's dad is going to do it. I bet that's a relief, huh?"

"Oh... er... yeah." I smiled, internally gutted. "Phew!"

"Everyone thinks it's really funny how Ainley's dad is going to be brown-nosing Purves all night." Jake glanced up at me to see how I would respond to the term 'brown-nosing'.

I just smiled and said, "I bet they do."

"Better than them saying that about you, huh?"

"Well, of course. I was only offering to help out... you know... for the sake of keeping the play going."

Picking up a forkful of the spag bol I'd almost literally thrown together, he nodded and went on, "Well, you can always be the prompter because Mrs Fielding has gone off with the flu."

"Oh... er... I dunno about that."

"Go on," Jake insisted through a mouthful of food. "It won't be as bad as having your face in Purves's butt!"

"Well, there's a lot of responsibility to being a prompter. I'll have to say no to that one, Jake. Sorry."

Assuming he had already gone ahead and volunteered me, I expected a harrumph or something similar but to my surprise he didn't push it any further. And when I glanced over at him I thought I saw him quickly concealing what looked like a self-satisfied smirk.

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The next day, in my office, I left a message for Mr Roberts, the Head of Drama at Jake's college, to give me a call when he had a free period. I didn't really know this particular teacher – not even his first name – because Jake had never taken the subject. Jake's interests at school had fluctuated between English some days and science others and now he was completing an IB in science and maths.

Mr Roberts called me back just after eleven.

As I explained that I was Jake Furlong's father and why I'd called, I glanced around the office to see who might be listening to me. I didn't want people my whole floor knowing that I was volunteering to be in a pantomime. Fortunately, the coast was fairly clear: Cameron, the guy from accounts I'd had a run-in with a few weeks earlier, was leafing through a file from one of the cabinets but otherwise people were occupied in conversation or away from their desks.

"Er... you realise Jake isn't in the production?" asked the nasal-sounding voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, of course," I replied, picking up a pen to doodle on my Post-It pad as I always did when I was on the phone. "But he mentioned that you were looking for parents to help out."

"Ah, yes. We need someone to be the prompter. We had a member of staff come down with flu. It'd just be a matter of –"

"Well, I don't think I'd be much good at that," I interrupted. "But Jake also said that you needed someone to be the back end of the pantomime cow."

"The cow?"

I glanced back over at the other people in my office. I got the feeling that Cameron was eyeing me but when I turned around he seemed absorbed by whatever it was he was reading in the file.

"That's right... the cow. He said someone's dad had already volunteered but I just wanted to let you know that I'd be happy to help out... maybe, you know... the two of us guys taking turns."

I hoped my turn of phrase had not triggered the same mental image for Mr Roberts as it had for me.

"The cow?" he repeated. It occurred to me that you mustn't need to be too bright to get to be Head of Drama.

"That's right – the pantomime cow. Jake said you needed someone to be the back end of it."

The line went silent for a few seconds before the pinched voice said: "But there isn't a cow in the play, Mr Furlong."

I was confused. Why had Jake mentioned a role that didn't exist?

I said, "Well, er... is there a horse or something?" Perhaps Jake had got mixed-up.

"No. We're performing Dick Whittington, so the only animal in it is a cat... and that part is a single role and has already been cast."

I felt rather embarrassed. "Well, er... I guess Jake got the wrong end of the stick."

"He was probably having you on," Roberts chuckled. "I mean, who wants to be the back end of a cow?"

I felt a little rattled at his amusement. "I was only volunteering because I thought you needed someone."

"Yes, indeed... it's always good to have parents helping out. I'm sure we could find something else for you to do... perhaps you could paint some scenery, or –"

"Look," I cut in again. "I just thought the play might not be able to go ahead if you couldn't find someone to help with that part. But since it was clearly a mix-up or a joke or something..."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up, wondering why Jake had suggested that I might want to be the back end of non-existent cow.

I kept mulling it over throughout day.

Jake clearly had an inkling that I was developing a sexual interest in other men's backsides; that much was clear. He had casually presented a plausible scenario which would put me in a position which most men would find unpleasant so that he could watch my reaction. And I had well and truly fallen for it; blatantly revealing my enthusiasm for getting my nose wedged between his teacher's buttocks while he'd feigned disinterest and seemed more concerned about eating his tea.

My son was a lot more devious than I would ever have given him credit for.

At first I wondered if he still suspected that Guy and I had been 'bumming', as he'd crudely put it, on the night before the Everton match. He'd seemed convinced by the story I'd put to him at the time, but perhaps he'd harboured doubts which he'd wanted to put to the test.

But no.

The picture he'd painted for me had been very specific. Far from setting me up to think I might get the chance to penetrate another man, he had instead had presented the very real-sounding opportunity that my face might come intimately close to his teacher's backside.

I felt sure that Jake didn't suspect that I wanted to bugger other men: it was more alarming than that – somehow he knew that I wanted to rim them.

During a particularly tedious afternoon meeting, I tried to figure out how he might have come to guess that his father had developed such a peculiar fetish. I was surprised that my son would even know that men got up to such things, never mind be able to recognise such an interest in me. He was bright but he wasn't particularly perceptive, and the signs that I must have betrayed would surely have been far too subtle for him to pick up on.

I wondered if maybe I had been talking in my sleep. I was almost sure I didn't do that: if I did, my ex-wife would certainly have added to the already expansive list of my shortcomings which she had always been so eager to share with me and anyone else who would lesson. And, in any case, what could I have called out which would have exposed my interest so unequivocally?

I thought of other clues I may have inadvertently left.

He'd picked up on the fact I had been far more sexually active – albeit solitarily – recently. But then, how could he know what sort of fantasies were driving my heightened sex drive?

Maybe I had aroused his suspicions with the underwear I'd been buying from e-Bay. But he would have no idea what... how should I put it... 'arrangements' I'd come to with the sellers and, in any case, all of my dealings with them had been via e-mail which needed a password for access.

As the meeting droned on, I wondered if Jake could have noticed me checking out other men's backsides as I so frequently did these days. It was a habit which I had found surprisingly easy to pick up but nigh-on impossible to break. I remembered that he'd thrown me a quizzical look in Tesco when we were shopping there at the weekend, after I'd become distracted almost mid-sentence by the heavenly pair of peach-like buttocks straining against the black trousers of one of the young shop assistants who was stacking the shelves. Jake could hardly have failed to notice my reaction as the lad had bent down to pick up some groceries from his pile of boxes, especially when his blue checked shirt had ridden up to reveal the back of his gaudily coloured underwear which tightly cupped his pert buttocks. Perhaps I'd done more than just stare: perhaps Jake has seen me drooling as I'd fixated on the young guy's gorgeous arse and that I'd had to adjust myself at the thought of what lay just beneath the confining material.

But even that was too much of a long shot. It was one thing for him to notice that his dad had – for whatever reason – started eyeing up other men's bums, but it would take a pretty serious leap of imagination for him to guess that I was fantasizing about pressing my face into them.

Later, back at my desk, I began to wonder if Jake could have seen me enjoying occasional physical contact with guys' arses when opportunities were presented. I'd realised early on that I could take advantage of crowded places – the market in the centre of town on Saturday morning was a particularly good spot – to squeeze past other men and 'accidentally' rub the palm of my hand against their backsides as I did so. As long as the place was sufficiently busy, they'd rarely even glance in my direction and if they did, a brief "Sorry, mate" was enough to downplay my indiscretion.

More recently, I'd refined my technique to include an upwards flick of my middle finger just as my hand was sweeping from one buttock to the next. Nothing too obvious: just a quick poke into the guy's arse-crack which could be explained as an ill-timed spasmodic twitch if things ever turned nasty. If I could position my hand so that my outstretched fingertips were skirting the crease between his thighs and cheeks and was able to push my finger into him quite deeply, I might get a result.

A few paces on, hopefully out of view of the guy whose arse I'd 'inadvertently' prodded, I'd have a casual sniff of the offending digit.

If my victim had been wearing jeans or chinos, I'd probably get nothing for my troubles, other than perhaps a glare from him (although a couple of times I'd been warmly smiled at and, one occasion, followed). If he'd been in football shorts or tracksuit bottoms, though, my finger would often bear a tantalising trace of the man's rich and earthy scent. And sometimes it was significantly stronger than that: sometimes – not often, but regularly enough to make the effort worthwhile – my finger smelled so powerfully of the pungent musk of his backside that it was like having my nose stuck in there. When that happened, I had to quickly dart into a toilet and take full advantage of my prize while it was still fresh.

Could Jake have seen me having a 'flick and sniff'? And even if he had, was he astute enough to realise why such a thing would excite me – that it wasn't the act of fingering another guy that was turning me on but the fantasy of rimming him? I thought it unlikely; virtually impossible, in fact.

It was towards the end of the day when my 'eureka' moment came. I almost laughed out loud with the simplicity and obviousness of it. There must have been an occasion on which I hadn't deleted my browser history. Perhaps I'd been in a rush or my internet explorations had been unexpectedly interrupted. Whatever had happened, I'd left a trail behind me and my son had dutifully followed it.

He must have thought that the images he had found – images which must have shocked him in their explicit lewdness – had been stumbled on by me in error. Or maybe that I had been curious to find out the meaning of a word I had seen written somewhere. He must have assumed that the images didn't depict something I would actually fantasize about doing, something I might actually do...

But he'd wanted to know for sure. So he'd come up with the rather ingenious story about the pantomime cow. Just to see how dad would react.

The sneaky little bugger.

===

A few evenings later, when I was getting ready to go out for an hour to meet up with Adam for a drink, Jake came in the bathroom to have a pee just as I was about to start shaving.

"Have you got a lot of stuff to do for college?" I asked him, squirting a thin snake of shaving gel into my palm and working it into a lather.

"Yeah," he replied glumly and directed a stream of urine noisily into the toilet bowl.

Working the lather onto my face, I thought I would mention the woman I was meeting up with the following week. I'd tried several times to engage Jake in conversation about her – the first woman I'd had a date with in far too long – but on each occasion he had chosen not to respond.

"I'm quite looking forward to meeting Debbie," I offered brightly. "She seems quite funny from her e-mails and she's quite nice looking."

Once again, Jake didn't offer any reply but instead just stared down at the toilet.

I got on lathering myself up while he shook himself and tucked himself back away.

After flushing the toilet, he came over and watched me make the few strokes with my razor in the mirror.

"Do you shave with the hair or against it?" he asked, curious to see how I was doing it.

I smiled. "Both. I shave in the direction it grows first and then against it to get the last bit of stubble that's left."

I offered him some of my shaving gel and a clean razor from my pack. "Here, have a go. You've got quite a bit of growth there."

He rubbed his chin, feeling the light fuzz of fine hair which had only recently started to become noticeable in between his occasional shaves. "It's not much. Hardly worth it."

"Go on, Jake. It'll be good practice. Let your old dad teach you a thing or two."

He smiled and took a squirt of gel and rubbed it into a white beard shape on his face.

"Looks like Christmas has come early," I said and he smiled more broadly. His teeth looked unusually yellow in contrast with the stark whiteness of the foam.

He took the razor and said, "Normally I shave the moustache first, but where do you start?"

"It's probably best to start on your neck. Make upward strokes, gently pressing the razor into your skin."

He laughed. "I don't want to slit my throat, dad!"

I smiled back. "You won't do that. Not if you move the razor like I show you."

I demonstrated to him how I shaved my neck and he followed my lead, taking care not to snick his bulging Adam's apple which had made his voice drop about an octave in the last couple of years. Then he moved up to his cheeks, first shaving in one direction and then the other as I was. He was getting very little hair off his face but the practice was good for him. I'd been meaning to do this for a while, actually.

As he continued following what I was doing, I said, "There's no cow in your college pantomime, is there?"

He stopped shaving and stared at me through the mirror, his eyes full of surprise.

I smiled. "I'm not going to have a go at you for lying, Jake. I think it was a very clever way of finding out what you needed to know."

He asked, "Who told you?"

I walked over to the sink and rinsed my razor, and then back to the mirror to start on my chin. "You obviously saw how keen I was to... well... get involved. So I phoned Mr Roberts and asked him to keep me in mind if that other guy, the one who you said got the part, had to drop out."

Jake nodded.

Carefully getting to work on my chin, and after warning Jake that this was an area where you were likely to cut yourself, I went on, "I'm guessing I didn't delete my browser history after a session on the internet...?"

He became defensive. "I wasn't trying to spy on you, dad. I just found a good website about my biology assignment – some stuff about bottom feeders – and then the next night I couldn't find it again. So I looked in the history and then... well, I found..."

I smiled again, trying to keep things friendly between us. I really didn't want this to turn into a confrontation. After all, I was the one who was more in the wrong.

"I'm sorry you found that, Jake. At your age you shouldn't have seen that kind of –"

"I'm not a little kid, dad," he cut in defensively. "I am eighteen!"

He had a point: I often did have to remind myself that he'd be going to university next year. I supposed that to some part of my brain he would always be little Jakey – the name his mother and I used to call him when he was small until he'd abruptly decided, perhaps after being teased at school, that he'd outgrown it and we'd had to adapt, with considerable difficulty, to calling him plain old Jake.

"Well, regardless of that," I went on, "I should have been more careful."

He looked at me with puzzlement. "But, dad... what those men were doing... do you actually like that stuff?"

I nodded, feeling disgraced.

"And does it... you know... make you excited when look at it? Do you jerk off?"

I was surprised by his candour but I thought it best to be honest with him.

I said, blushing a little, "I do, Jake. Yes."

"And do you want to do it with another guy? Put your mouth on... well... his butthole?"

He looked incredulous at the prospect that I could want to do something like that, but I nodded. I said, my voice betraying my shame, "It probably seems disgusting to you."

He shook his head. "It's not that. I mean, it's not my thing, but if that's what you like... I just can't understand why you're getting ready to meet up with this woman... Debbie? You're not being fair to her... you're not telling her that you're gay..."

I finally understood why Jake was being so weird about Debbie. I suppose it should have been obvious as soon as I'd realised that he knew about my fetish. Sometimes I could be so stupid.

I said, "I'm not gay, Jake. I still fancy women and I still want a girlfriend. I certainly don't want to hook up with a guy, but for some reason – and I don't really understand why myself – I really want to do that with another man."

Jake nodded. "I wouldn't mind if you were gay, you know."

I smiled and gave his arm an affectionate pat. "Yeah, I know. But I'm not."

I started shaving my moustache, showing Jake how to be careful not to let the blade nick his lips and how to angle his razor to get at the awkward hairs at the base of each nostril.

"Maybe you're a 'metrosexual'?" he ventured, more brightly, as he tried to follow my lead.

"What's a 'metrosexual'?"

"I dunno... I just heard it somewhere. It sounds kinda cool, though."

I smiled. "Cool or not, I think I'd want to know what it entailed before I stick a label on myself, Jake."

When he'd made a good job of shaving what had been a fairly wispy moustache, he asked, "How can you want to lick another man's... you know...?" He made a disgusted face to finish his sentence.

I shrugged, turning to shave my left cheek. "I don't know. But I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy it."

"But it's his bum, dad! I mean, he shits through it!"

"Well, that has occurred to me, Jake. But it doesn't really bother me. Not enough to put me off." I thought it best not to tell him that the fact it was such a base and taboo area of the body was a significant part of its intoxicating allure.

He asked, "And would you want him to do the same thing to you? Put his mouth on your backside?"

"If he wanted to, yes."

"And would the two of you do other stuff? Get on top of each other and... you know...?"

"I don't really know, Jake. I haven't got it all worked out in my own head yet, to be honest. This is still pretty new for me."

I smiled at him, wiping the excess smears of foam from my face with a cloth. "I really didn't want to be having this conversation with you."

He nodded. "I just needed to know, dad. I couldn't figure it out what was going on."

I chuckled. "Join the club."

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Next story: The Right Trousers

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79 Gay Erotic Stories from Furlong

A Holistic Approach

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

A Man in My Bed

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

A Walk in the Park

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

Adam and Steve

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

Air BNB

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

Awake with Jake Part 1

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

Awake with Jake Part 2

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

Awake with Jake Part 3

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

Awake with Jake Part 4

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

Badly Drawing Boy

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

Bedtime Stories

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

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

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

Both Ways

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

Bunk Buddies

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

By Popular Demand

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

Candid Cameron

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

Carried Away

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

Coupling Up

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

Danny Comes to Stay Part 1

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

Danny Comes to Stay Part 2

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

Doing the Dirty Part 1

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

Doing the Dirty Part 2

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

Don't Freak Out (Part 1)

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

Don't Freak Out (Part 2)

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

Doubling Up Part 1

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

Doubling Up Part 2

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

Doubling Up Part 3

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

Driving Home for Christmas

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

Dropping the Bottle Opener

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

Father and Son Moments

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

Football Match

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

Friday Night at the Furlongs' Part 1

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

Friday Night at the Furlongs' Part 2

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

Friday Night at the Furlongs' Part 3

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

Furlong Four Play Part 1

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

Furlong Four Play Part 2

FURLONG FOUR PLAY PART 2 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === I didn't get my threesome with Jake and Marcus after bedtime. It wasn't that my cousin and his buddy didn't recover themselves after the jerk-off we'd had before tea, it was just that by the time the three of us collapsed into Jake's bed, we'd had so much fun with Uncle Rob

Further into the Furlongs Part 1

FURTHER INTO THE FURLONGS PART 1 by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com robertfurlong.tumblr.com === "Look, about last night," Jake said, walking into the kitchen. It was the morning after I'd stormed out of his bedroom and he was, no doubt, going to try to make amends. I figured I knew what my cousin was going to say. That he was sorry he'd messed things up by

Further into the Furlongs Part 2

FURTHER INTO THE FURLONGS PART 2by Robert Furlong===robert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===Jake was still a bit offish with me next morning, giving me a wide berth in the house and keeping conversation to a minimum. After lunch we went to meet a couple of his mates and I thought he might be a dork by dissing me in front of them and taking the piss out of my

Getting Together

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

Giving Smithy a Bum-Job

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

Go Ahead

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

Guilty Pleasures

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

Having A Laugh

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

How Do You Like It?

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

Hypothetical Hitch-Hiker Part 1

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

Hypothetical Hitch-Hiker Part 2

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

Jake's Christmas Present

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

Just Like My Dad Part 1

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

Just Like My Dad Part 2

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

Like Father Like Son Part 1

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

Like Father Like Son Part 2

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

Mankini Bearcub Part 1

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

Mankini Bearcub Part 2

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

Medical History

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

Online Briefing

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

Pantomime Cow

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

Pleasant Thoughts

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

Questions and Answers

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

Roadside Assistance

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

Silas in the Library

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

Stain Devils

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

Surprise at Rogerson Shopping Mall

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

Taking It All In

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

The Bride's Brother Part 1

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

The Bride's Brother Part 2

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

The Halfway Inn Part 1

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

The Halfway Inn Part 2

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

The Paint Job (Part 1)

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

The Paint Job (Part 2)

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

The Paint Job (Part 3)

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

The Paint Job (Part 4)

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

The Right Trousers

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

Troy Story

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

Up At The Crack

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

What Happened in Harvey's Room Part 1

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

What Happened in Harvey's Room Part 2

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

What Lurks Beneath

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

Work and Play

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

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