MY TWO UNCLES PART 2
by Robert Furlong
Uncle Paul spoke first and, pausing with his pecker pushed halfway out of Uncle Brendan's hairy crack, said, "Of course he can watch us, Vaughan. Matthew's got a healthy curiosity and it's good that he gets to see what two men do in bed."
Uncle Brendan chimed in with, "Yeah, he shouldn't just base everything he knows on what he sees you and Sandy getting up to."
To my surprise, dad threw him a smile and then he looked back over at me more approvingly.
"Well that's okay then, buddy," he chuckled. "As long as you asked for permission from Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan to watch them making love, your mom'll be pleased that you're getting to know how it works when it's not a man and a woman."
I hadn't really asked for permission, but I thought I'd let that one slide.
Instead, I brightly announced to dad: "My uncles make love by sticking their wieners up each other's butts!"
"Do they indeed?" he grinned back at me.
"Yeah, they're doing it now!" I told him. "Come and look - Uncle Paul's got his massive donger right up inside Uncle Brendan's pooper!"
Dad came over and peered at the way my two uncles' male bodies were joined together. He was wearing his underwear and when he looked at how Uncle Pauls' boner was wedged into Uncle Brendan's crack, I saw his own sausage starting to grow bigger and push outwards against his boxer shorts.
"I bet you didn't know they make love like this!" I said.
"I had no idea!" dad laughed with his boxers rising so they were sticking out nearly as much as my pyjama bottoms were.
He muttered to the two of them, "To be honest, I always figured you guys would do it the other way round!"
Uncle Paul laughed back, looking quite proud to be showing off how his knob shaft was buried into the thick forest between Uncle Brendan's cheeks. I heard him half-whisper to dad, "I'm pleased to have surprised you, Vaughan! We don't always follow stereotypes!"
"They lick each other's butts too!" I was keen to inform dad. "It's another way they make love!"
"Do they really?" he smiled, as Uncle Brendan looked back over his own shoulder to chuckle up at Uncle Paul. "And they let you see them doing it?"
"Yeah," I beamed triumphantly. "But they said I can't try it 'til I'm older. You could try it, though - it's something men can do to each other."
Uncle Paul found that hilarious and said, "Yeah, go for it, Vaughan!" He grabbed his own backside to pull one of his cheeks apart from the other and added, "Feel free to get stuck right in, mate!"
I roared with laughter, hoping my dad really would shove his face into Uncle Paul's big round backside. I actually thought he was going to for a second and I'd have really loved it if he had.
It would have been hilarious to see Uncle Paul rogering Uncle Brendan, with my dad crouching down behind him so he could lick between his huge wobbly cheeks. I think I'd have died laughing if my dad really had done it, especially since Uncle Paul's hole would be gaping right open from where Uncle Brendan's massive bone-on had been rammed right up it.
But dad just laughed, "Sandy is always saying there's a side to you I haven't seen - but I don't think she meant that, Paul!"
His shorts kept sticking out bigger and bigger, though. Dad's pecker gets really long when it's on full stalk and whenever I see it that way I always hope that mine will grow to that size one day.
So then I said, "Hey, dad, why don't you stick your wanger up Uncle Paul's butt? The three of you could do it in a row with Uncle Paul in the middle!"
Uncle Brendan just about laughed his head off at that, still bending on all fours with Uncle Paul's thick pipe wedged halfway up his mud tunnel.
Dad laughed as well and I saw his trunk get so hard that it stood right up making his boxers rise upwards like an Indian tepee. Both my uncles looked at it and grinned at dad to show how much they liked it.
I was wishing dad's big meat wrench would poke out through the fly of his shorts like it sometimes does on a morning when he's just got out of bed. I'd have loved my two uncles to see how long it gets when it's grown really hard and how massive its purple head looks when the skin's rolled right back.
"Go on, dad!" I urged him. "Uncle Brendan's already had his dipstick up there, and his is really fat - much thicker than yours! I reckon yours would just slide right up if Uncle Paul bends over a bit!"
Uncle Paul did as I'd suggested, crouching over Uncle Brendan to make his butt-crack gape open, and said, "Come on, then, fill 'er up, big boy! I reckon it'll be a bit tighter than what you're used to!"
But dad just smiled and told me, "Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan are having sex together because they love each other very much. I love your mom the same way, so it would be wrong for me to do something like that with them."
"But your flagpole's at full mast!" I said back. "It's sticking right out!"
Uncle Brendan laughed again and called over to dad, "Bring it over here, mate! I'd be happy to sort it out for you!"
He leered over at dad and did something with his tongue that I didn't really get, and dad laughed back, enjoying whatever Uncle Brendan had meant. His long curved banana started making a damp patch on his shorts. Whatever Uncle Brendan was on about, it had made dad's slit start dribbling like a leaky fire hydrant.
Dad looked back at me and explained, "It's natural for men to get erections when they see something sexy, Matt."
Uncle Brendan grinned over at him and asked, "We look sexy, do we, Vaughan? Doing it gay-style!"
Dad ignored him and glanced down at the front of my pyjamas. He added, "I see your pocket rocket is standing up too! The fact we're both aroused is nothing for either of us to be ashamed of."
My two uncles started up again, with Uncle Paul bucking his hips hard and fast against Uncle Brendan's big firm butt. They grinned over at dad, first at his face and then moving their eyes down to his woodie which was sticking out bigger than I'd ever seen it, and dad just smiled back at them making love in front of him, looking almost like he admired how amazing they looked bonking away together as two grown men.
I said, "My willy's getting sore, it's been so long on full crank!"
Dad chuckled and said to both my uncles, "I think it would be good for him to masturbate while he's watching you. That is, if you wouldn't mind?"
Both of them shook their heads, their eyes gawking open at whatever he was saying.
He went on, "I've suggested he does it when Sandy and I are having sex and he's watching us. We think it would be healthy for him to masturbate in front of wholesome imagery instead of the sort of stuff that's on the internet."
He always used that stupid word: masturbate. What was that all about? Like the other times he'd said it, I just nodded like I understood but I couldn't figure out what the hell he was going on about.
Uncle Brendan leered over again and chuckled, "You could do it too, Vaughan, if it's so healthy." Then he added, in a whisper which I think I wasn't supposed to hear, "If you stand over here, I'll tickle your bollocks while you do it... maybe tickle what's behind them if you like the feel of it..."
Dad just smirked and replied, "I'm gonna leave you guys to it. But think of what I said, Matt - it's normal to feel excited when you see people making love and it's okay to masturbate if you feel you want to."
As he was leaving the room, he turned back to my uncles to ask, "You guys really don't mind if he does it while he watches you?"
"Not at all," they were both quick to call out at the same time.
Dad left the room and headed off back to bed, while Uncle Paul kept slamming in and out of Uncle Brendan's backdoor. The two of them were really grinding against each other, dripping with sweat and panting like they were running a marathon.
Uncle Brendan pushed himself up and Uncle Paul wrapped his arms around his chest as his hips kept smacking against his butt cheeks. Uncle Brendan swivelled his head to look over his shoulder, and Uncle Paul reached forward and planted a big kiss on his lips.
I laughed at that at first - I'd never seen two grown men kiss before - but when I saw how serious and passionate they were snogging each other, using their tongues really deeply in each other's mouths and getting their spit all over each other's lips, I just stared at them in awe.
This was totally amazing: I'd never seen anything like it before. They were two big guys but they were even more into each other than mom and dad get when they're doing it in bed. The way they were sweating and gasping and moaning as they necked together with that massive horn hammering in and out of the round muscly butt, made their lovemaking the most spectacular thing ever.
I couldn't wait to be eighteen so I could try doing this myself. My rooster was aching at the thought of doing sex stuff in and out of another boy's dirtbox like Uncle Paul's was, and it would throb even harder when I imagined being like Uncle Brendan and bending over to let a horny lad push his big hard chopper all the way up mine until his nuts were pressing into mine.
Now my pyjama bottoms had a wet patch on them even bigger than dad's boxer shorts had!
Uncle Brendan pulled his mouth away from Uncle Paul's and called over to me, "It's okay if you want to masturbate, Matthew. Neither of us would mind."
I smiled at him and felt my face going red. "I don't actually know what that means," I told him. "He keeps saying it's okay to do it - every time he sees me outside of him and mom's bedroom - but I haven't a clue what he's on about!"
Uncle Brendan smiled and reached down to his massive prong, standing upright as if in full salute. The head of it was a lovely shiny purple and the stem, which looked so thick and hard, was covered in veins that were bulging outwards. He grabbed the shaft and started rubbing it up and down like he had before. Then he smiled more broadly and said, "This is what he's talking about. It feels good to rub your todger when it's hard and, like your dad said, there's nothing to be ashamed about."
"Oh you mean jerking off," I laughed, suddenly getting it. Why hadn't my dad just called it that?
"You jerk off when you feel horny, don't you?" Uncle Brendan said as bent forwards again and Uncle Paul grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Of course I do," I told him. "All the time!"
"Well you can do it now," he said, "unless you'd be embarrassed."
"I won't be embarrassed," I giggled. After all, we were all guys in the room.
I'd been doing it in the shower when I was staying over with my friend Harry. His dad had come into the bathroom, saying he needed to shave, and had smiled when he'd seen my wrist whacking away at my morning wood. He'd said, "Don't let me stop you, Matthew," and so I'd kept pumping it faster and faster while he was shaving at the sink, with him grinning over at me through the mirror and me smirking back feeling dead manly. He'd called out, "Yeah, that's got it!" when I'd started shooting my white stuff all over the glass door - a phrase that had become a running joke between me and Harry when I told him.
I hadn't been embarrassed then and it would have been daft of me to be embarrassed now, since Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan were letting me watch them make love like men do.
I hitched my pyjama bottoms down and let my donger spring up. My uncles both looked down at it and I suddenly felt self-conscious that my little thin hard-on was so much smaller than the two whacking great pythons rising up from the bushes between their legs.
"It's a bit small," I said, "but I'm kinda hoping I'm a late developer!"
Uncle Paul grinned across at me, still pounding in and out of Uncle Brendan's butt, "It looks fantastic, Matthew. You should be proud of it!"
I giggled because nobody had ever said I should be proud of something I just stuffed away inside my pants, and then I grabbed its narrow shaft between my thumb and finger to start whacking it off like I do when I'm in bed. My pink turtle head looked wet and slimy when my dick-skin slid back and forth across it but my uncles didn't seem to mind how small my prick was or how yucky the end looked. They just stared at it as I bashed away at it right there in front of them, and if anything seeing me rubbing my little stiffie seemed to make Uncle Paul's hips whack even faster against Uncle Brendan's butt.
Just then dad came back into the room and grinned over at me jerking my prong off with my pyjama bottoms round my knees. I liked the smile that he threw me - it was as if he was pleased that I was growing into a man now I was masticating or whatever it was that he called it - and I pulled it faster and harder for him, making my baggy little nutsack wobble up and down in time with my wrist.
"You guys got me so horny, I can't get back to sleep," he said, with his shorts still sticking out like he was growing an extra leg. "Thought I'd whack off too, if you two are okay with it."
Oh so now he says 'whack off'! After all this time saying that stupid m-word.
"All boys together, eh?" Uncle Brendan laughed, pushing his butt back to meet Uncle Paul's non-stop piston plunging.
Dad stood in front of my two uncles so that the pushed up front of his boxers was level with Uncle Brendan's face. He chuckled at the two of them as their bodies kept grinding against each other, one behind the other the way as they made love both facing forwards like pairs of men must have to. Then he yanked his shorts down and let his long thin chubby bounce upwards for both my uncles to ogle at, before pulling his dick-skin back to show off its big round purple head and the long deep slit running down the middle of it.
"Oh, nice piece o' meat!" Uncle Brendan muttered and dad beamed back at him, looking as pleased as I had.
He grinned over at me as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started pulling the skin of it and down over his big fat helmet.
I smiled back at him, making my hand go really fast on my little pixie-sized pecker that must have been about half the size of the much longer stalk that had helped to create me.
He said, "Looks like we're a couple of wankers, eh, Matt?"
We both chuckled at each other, watching our hands sliding up and down our differently-sized fire poles, for a moment ignoring the two men who were going at it butt-style right next to us on the bed.
But then Uncle Brendan said, "Need any help?" to dad, craning his neck forwards and reaching his mouth towards his dad's big shiny bell-head as he jerked it off.
Dad laughed and said, "Thought you'd never ask!" and pushed the end of it, which was dribbling a clear sticky liquid, forwards towards Uncle Brendan's open lips.
I heard Uncle Paul mutter, "Go for it, Bren!" and to my amazement Uncle Brendan reached across to take my dad's purple mushroom and most of the long thin stem behind it into his mouth.
At first I found it hilarious that Uncle Brendan's lips were slurping up and down my dad's boned-up root, just like mom's sometimes does when I'm watching her and dad doing sex stuff after bedtime.
I laughed and called out, "Ah yeah, Uncle Brendan! Suck it like a lolly! Lick off all the goo!"
I saw Uncle Brendan's mouth smile around my dad's thrusting organ, but instead of pulling away from it and laughing back about how daft he'd just been like I was expecting, he kept eating the thing as if it was a big, juicy salami.
It wasn't until dad grabbed Uncle Brendan's head and told him, "Suck my root... c'mon... take it deep!" that I realised this wasn't something that was meant as a joke.
Eventually I asked, as Uncle Brendan's mouth and dad's battering hips were really working up a hard, fast rhythm, "Is this another way that men make love?"
Uncle Paul said, "Yes," just as dad barked out, "No!"
Still holding Uncle Brendan's head and sliding his long thin twig in and out of his mouth, dad tried to explain with his voice getting breathless, "This is just a way of Uncle Brendan helping me masturbate, Matt. There's nothing more to it than that..."
"You mean he's jerking you off, but using his mouth?"
"That's right," dad gasped. "He's just doing me a favour!"
Uncle Brendan reached back to grab dad's big bare butt-cheeks and started making loud slurping noises as his mouth drove faster and faster up and down dad's spit-soaked pipe. Uncle Paul seemed to like the way Uncle Brendan was helping my dad out, because his hips started banging even louder and faster against the muscly mounds in front of him and he started making grunting noises like dad does when he's really going at it with mom.
"Ah yeah! Suck his cock!" he muttered to Uncle Brendan. He bent over Uncle Brendan's body so that his chest was moving against his back, his hips still whacking against the big beefy butt.
"Make him cum down your throat!" he whispered into Uncle Brendan's ear, reaching underneath him to grab his massive spronger and then jerking it really fast like I was doing with mine.
"I've seen mom doing this to you when you're making love with her," I called over to him, seeing the way dad's shaft was so wet as it pumped in and out of Uncle Brendan's mouth and the way his knackers would thump against his chin in time with the thrusting of his hips. "Doesn't that mean that you and Uncle Brendan are making love now that he's doing it to you?"
"No!" dad snapped back at me, before whispering down to Uncle Brendan, "Push your fingers between my cheeks... work a couple up me!"
Dad looked over at me, his face going red and his forehead getting sweaty, "This is different, Matt... this is something that your mom does to me... but she's not here... so Uncle Brendan's doing it instead..."
I was getting confused, but I kept on whacking at my bonk-on because seeing what Uncle Brendan was doing to my dad's pumped-up pecker looked so totally amazing. "So it's not proper making love if it's a guy doing what a woman normally does...?"
"Exactly, Matt!" dad grinned over at me as he bent forwards a bit with Uncle Brendan's hands moving like crazy against his butt. He started panting and slamming his hips really fast into Uncle Brendan's face, just as I became aware of a new smell in the room wafting over from the two of them.
Uncle Paul smelt it too - I saw him sniffing the air like I was - and he grinned really broadly and whispered into Uncle Brendan's ear, "Finger him deep, Bren! Stretch his dirty shitter wide open!"
I realised Uncle Brendan's fingers must be up inside dad's stinky butthole because the smell he was kicking out was the way the bathroom gets after he's taken a dump.
That made my hand speed up so fast that my nuts started smacking up and down really hard against my fist each time it slammed it up and down my pencil prick.
Dad saw me and Uncle Paul sniffing at the air and at first he just smirked and pushed his butt back harder against Uncle Brendan's fingers. But then he seemed to realise that it was the stink wafting from his hole that we could both smell really strongly and his smile quickly vanished and his cheeks blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
He said, "Sorry, Matt... Uncle Brendan's... er... helping me out round the back a bit too."
I just laughed and said back, "Make sure you don't fart!"
And that made dad smile again and he chuckled, "Wouldn't matter if I did! Couldn't make the stink much worse!"
I loved the thought that Uncle Brendan's fingers were sliding in and out of my dad's skanky butthole. I'd seen it when he was doing sex stuff lying on top of mom, when his legs were wide open and his back was really arched. It was really hairy in the crack, just as thick and bushy as Uncle Brendan was between his butt-cheeks, and sometimes I'd noticed he didn't wipe too well which must be why he was kicking out such a pong right now.
He saw my hand going faster and faster on my rock hard plug and grinned naughtily at me that I didn't mind his butt-stink. He grabbed Uncle Brendan's hand and pushed his fingers in deeper, bucking his hips really rough and hard against his wet, slobbering face.
Something occurred to me, so I said, "Mom never does that to you!"
He laughed, really purple and sweaty and out of breath now, and said, "That's why Uncle Brendan's doing it for me... 'cause he knows it's something moms don't like!"
Uncle Paul gripped Uncle Brendan really tightly and gasped into his ear, "Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" He stared gasping and whimpering into Uncle Brendan's back, his hips jackhammering like a machine out of control against his big round butt cheeks.
Dad grinned at him and then grabbed Uncle Brendan's head really firm and made his hips thrust back and forth just as quickly as Uncle Paul's were. I laughed at how funny they looked: my dad and Uncle Paul both slamming their baloneys at full speed in and out of both ends of Uncle Brendan!
I couldn't decide what looked more amazing: my dad's long curvy pole whacking in a blur through his gaping mouth; or Uncle Pauls' thicker cronk banging really fast and noisy right up inside his big muscly butt.
Dad looked at me and chuckled at how much I was laughing. He stared at my hand thumping up and down on my scrawny prick and said, "You like it son? You like watching your old dad get his dick sucked?"
Then he started shuddering and whimpering like he was crying, and I realised that his white stuff was pumping down Uncle Brendan's throat.
That made me laugh even more: to see Uncle Brendan swallowing dad's white stuff really quickly, with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggled to keep up with all the hot sticky goo squirting out from dad's mushroom slit.
I called out, "Go on, Uncle Brendan! Drink it all down!"
"Yeah, take it all, mate!" dad gasped as he emptied his plums down Uncle Brendan's throat. "Eat my spunk! Go on, suck it all out!"
After he'd finished, I realised Uncle Paul had shot off up Uncle Brendan's butt and I felt disappointed that I hadn't seen either of their knobs spill their muck.
I said, "Aw, I didn't see any white stuff come out!"
Uncle Brendan smiled over at me, wiping his mouth and then his butt, and then squatted on the bed in front of me.
He said, "Okay, Matthew, I'll let you see me squirt mine if you let me watch you squirt yours!"
I laughed, "Yeah, let's do it!" and we both whacked our jeb-ons really hard, with Uncle Brendan sort of hunched in front of me so I could see how stretched his butthole looked from having Uncle Paul's marrow up it.
He said, "Do you want to see me finger myself, Matthew?"
Dad said, still out breath from where he'd shot his wad, "Yeah, anal masturbation's... a healthy thing... for him to know about!"
I shrugged. "What if it stinks, though, Uncle Brendan? It smelt really whiffy when you were doing it to dad!"
Uncle Brendan just chuckled, still pulling at his pud.
"It doesn't matter about the smell... that's part of what makes it sexy and special!"
"Yeah?" I grinned. It seemed like it might be true: when dad had had Uncle Brendan's fingers up his butt, the smell of it had made me feel really horny.
I watched Uncle Brendan push his finger into the massive red ring between his legs and then gasped as he started sliding it in and out. It sounded like it was wet inside: his finger squelched like a mouth chewing gum as he worked it back and forth.
So this was what my dad called 'anal m-something'. It looked really cool the way he had one hand bashing away at his huge upright jimmy and the other slurping in and out of his big gapey butthole.
Fancy wanking off with both hands at once! How amazing would that be?! I'd have to try doing this to myself in bed one night soon! Rub my swollen joystick with one hand, and pump my slimy butt with the other! How great would it feel!
Uncle Brendan saw how totally in awe I was the way he was working his own butt, and asked, "Do you like it, chief?"
"Yeah, it's epic!" I said. "I've seen mom do this to her veejay when she had dad's donger in her mouth, but I didn't know guys could do the same thing to their butts!"
"Does it smell whiffy like you thought it would?" he asked.
I sniffed hard but I couldn't smell much from it, but then as I looked down between his legs, a big dollop of Uncle Paul's frothy cream leaked out from where his finger was by now ramming in and out of his huge over-stretched pucker.
I chortled, "You've got Uncle Paul's white stuff bubbling out of your bunghole! That's why your finger sounds so sloppy!"
He laughed back and we jerked our differently-sized pool-cues faster and faster, him grinning at my purple bean-head looking all nasty and gooey and me beaming at his massive chuff with Uncle Pauls' frothy jizz seeping from it.
We both shot our loads at the same time which was totally awesome: Uncle Brendan showering his own thick white yoghurt all over his big muscly chest and me splashing my more watery milkshake in dribbles across my scrawny belly.
When we'd finished, dad grinned, "Okay, Matty, first to the bathroom and then to bed. Your uncles are taking you to the beach tomorrow and you don't want to be tired!"
"Can I see you making love again?" I asked them as I yanked my pyjama bottoms back up.
"Of course you can," Uncle Paul chuckled as he pulled on a pair of shorts to sleep in.
As dad was putting me to bed and after he'd told me not to tell my mom that Uncle Brendan had helped him do the m-word, I asked him if it was wrong to call white stuff spunk like he had.
"It's not wrong, Matt, it's just a bit more casual than semen which is the proper word."
He smoothed my duvet down and went on, "Nothing's 'wrong' unless it's hurtful or unkind - I've told you that before. Some people might think it was wrong for you to watch me and your mom or your two uncles making love, but we as your parents think it's good for you."
"I like it!" I grinned. "When I'm older, I want to do it like Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan do, using a guy's butt and letting him use mine!"
"That's fine," dad smiled, "if that's what you want. And if you want to try it with girls too, that's also fine!"
"No, I definitely want to do it with guys," I shook my head to show I'd made my mind up good and proper. "Watching Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan was way more fun than watching you and mom! My willy got really big and dribbly!"
Dad laughed and said, "Yeah, I noticed that, Matt!"
I went on, "And I really want to do what Uncle Brendan did to you! How awesome must it be to feel a guy's white stuff blasting down your throat?!"
He chuckled and walked over to put my light out. "Well, if that's what you want, just promise me one thing."
"When you've found yourself a friend, like Uncle Paul found Uncle Brendan, and the two of you come here to stay with your mom and me..."
I nodded again, liking his idea of what the future might hold.
"Just promise me," he went on, "that you'll let your friend help me out with jacking off, the way Uncle Brendan did tonight when he used his mouth and finger... I'd appreciate that a lot, Matt!"
"Of course I will, dad," I giggled. "We can all do fun stuff, just like we did tonight, as long as sometimes we invite my two uncles to join in too!"
"You got a deal there, son!" he grinned over at me, before turning off the light and heading off happily to bed.