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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 that we were all just too bloody knackered!

It had started after I'd checked in with the folks back in Brisbane to let them know I was okay. I talked for a while with my mom over WhatsApp, with her chuckling all the time that I was starting to sound like such a pommy, before dad came on to throw in a few snide quips.

"It sounds like your Uncle Robert has all and sundry coming and going," he'd sneered, hearing the chatter and laughter coming from the living room.

"Yeah, he had one of his friends to stay over last night and now Jake has a friend up from Surrey for a couple of days."

"No females, I hope," dad replied sharply. "There'd better not be anything untoward going on."

"No, we're a houseful of guys, dad," I told him truthfully. I didn't offer a comment on the 'untoward' part.

When I'd finished the call and was back in the living room having a beer poured for me, Jake came downstairs from having a pee.

"It fucking stinks up there!" he announced to the rooom with all his usual decorum. "You can still smell our arses from where we were frigging each other's fudgers off!"

"Don't be so crude, Jake," my uncle told him.

"You really can smell it though... I'm not saying it's a bad thing!"

Now Uncle Rob allowed himself a chuckle. "You boys were a little odorous when we were anally masturbating together!"

Marcus laughed too. "It was really hot, though, wasn't it? Fingering each other and smelling each other's butts!"

"The funny thing is," Uncle Rob nodded, "I could tell exactly which smells were wafting from between which of your legs. Your three hairy little openings each have very distinctive aromas."

I couldn't help but laugh at the way my uncle spoke. The way he could say such vulgar things in that posh English accent of his, but also the way his attitude to sex and bodily stuff was so at odds with my dad's.

Jake laughed too but his amusement was borne from his dirty imagination. "We should make that into a game!" he suggested. "You get blindfolded, dad, and then you sniff one of our arses and try and figure out who it belongs to!"

Marcus and I grinned over at each other - that was a ripper idea for a game. Uncle Rob, though, while clearly interested in the concept, wanted to clarify the practicalities.

"I'd be kneeling down, would I, and the young man offering his bottom would be bending forwards in front of me?"

"Hands on knees," Jake nodded. "Crack open a bit but not too splayed."

"And there'd be no flatulence of course," his dad was keen to establish.

"Absolutely not," Jake agreed. "The only clue you'd get would be the smell of the hot juicy gape."

"I wouldn't be able to do it through your jeans," Uncle Rob added, smiling at the three of us. "Though I think I'd have a good chance of figuring out who was who from the whiff of the backs of your underwear."

"You'd get ten points if you could manage that," Marcus declared. "But only five if you need us to pull our boxers down and sniff our bare bums!"

"Yeah, and if you need to stick your nose into our cack-cracks, you'd get only three!" Jake decided.

"And if I need a lick of the cherry, would that be just one point?" Uncle Rob asked.

The three of us laughed. We thought he was joking.

While Jake fetched one of his ties to use as a blindfold, I told my uncle, "If you can get to fifteen points after three goes, I'll be really impressed!"

"I think I'll be able to manage twenty," he grinned. "One ten and two fives. Jake's backside has a characteristically pungent bite to it which I'll be able to smell quite easily through his underpants. With you and Marcus, I'll probably need you to present your bare bums to my nose if I'm to figure out which is which."

"You'd think Jake and Shane's butts would have similar smells," Marcus said. "You know, with them being cousins..."

"Yes, that's true," Uncle Rob nodded. "But earlier on, when both of your openings were just starting to be masturbated, I found your anal scents quite difficult to separate. Marcus, however, emerged as having a much meatier flavour once Jake's fingers were pumping in and out at full speed!"

Marcus chortled. "Yeah, well I'm not surprised about that! There's plenty of meat been packed in back there!"

I laughed too but I was really intrigued - and quite excited as well - to find out how sensitive Uncle Rob's nose would be when poised in front of each of our butts.

Once my uncle had been blindfolded, Jake volunteered by mime that his arse should go first.

He pulled his jeans down, bent forwards a bit and offered the twin mounds straining the back of his dark grey 'Next' boxer briefs up to Uncle Rob's face. Marcus and I smirked together on seeing Jake's arse so close his dad's nose and mouth and Marcus nudged me to gesture at the semi-hard-on pushing the crotch of Jake's shorts prominently outwards. My cousin sure hadn't been lying when he'd said that he recovered his horniness quickly after a spunk-off!

Uncle Rob sniffed at his son's two round buttocks in his underwear, before moving in closer to get a stronger whiff behind the deep, narrow valley running down between them.

Then he smiled and announced, "This is a rather fruity vintage... a little crass but with a satisfyingly piquant bite! I would wager this rump as belonging to Mr Jacob Richard Furlong!"

We all laughed and announced that Uncle Rob had started off with a clean-sweep ten, as Jake bent down to pull his jeans back up. While Marcus was asking my uncle what it was about his son's bum that made it so easy to identify, I stopped Jake from buttoning himself up and quietly suggested something that might confuse even his dad's discerning nose.

"The front pocket of my rucksack's got my dirty laundry in it," I whispered to him. "Find the skankiest pair of my daks and put those on... see if your dad can still figure out whose arse he's sniffin'!"

Jake grinned, "Fuck yeah!" and headed upstairs to change his dirty undies with mine.

Meanwhile, Marcus was pulling his jeans down and bending forwards to push the backs of his stripy boxer-trunks towards my Uncle Rob's eager blindfolded face.

"Ooh, this is very different," Uncle Rob announced after taking a few deep sniffs of the crack between Marcus' bum-cheeks. "There's a rich, juicy impudence to it and some rather delicious barnyard undertones. It could belong to my nephew or my son's favourite friend... I'd need to smell it in the flesh, though, to figure out which..."

I chuckled, "Okay, five points max on this one!" as Marcus pulled down his shorts. His cock sprung outwards, half-hard and steadily rising upwards. Like Jake he clearly enjoyed having the older man sniffing his butt.

Uncle Rob inhaled deeply just an inch from Marcus' bare crack and murmured appreciatively at how much he liked it. "It's got a real oakiness to it... a lovely crisp harshness..."

I glanced down at my uncle's trousers and smiled at how a patch of material next to his zipper was being pushed steadily upwards. As I watched, the shape of my uncle's hardening cock grew more obvious until the thick rod of it was clearly visible running diagonally up towards the left pocket. Soon the ridge around his helmet was pressing conspicuously outwards making the big, blunt head of his cock rise up blatantly even through his briefs and trousers.

"You're really enjoying this, Uncle Rob!" I laughed.

"I certainly am!" he sighed, inhaling Marcus' butt odour as deeply as he could. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to reduce my score to a maximum of three..."

His pushed his face into Marcus' arse-crack and snorted hungrily at the odours lurking among his damp, wiry hair. Marcus' cock stood up at full mongrel between his legs, and a dark circular damp patch formed on Uncle Rob's trousers where his swollen helmet was leaking copiously.

"Oh yeah!" he gasped with his nose and mouth wedged firmly in the tight grip of Marcus' solid buttocks. "This is a much more elegant vintage... evocative of warm summer Surrey evenings..."

"That's amazing, Mr Furlong!" Marcus chuckled, pulling his arse away from my uncle's face and leaving some of curly blond butt-hairs clinging to his nose. He swung around to offer further congratulations and accidentally smacked the full length of his hard chopper across Uncle Rob's face.

"Gee, sorry, Mr Furlong! You were closer than I thought..."

"That's fine," Uncle Rob smiled, his blindfold still secure. "I'm pleased the game is having the same effect on you as it's had on me!"

Marcus laughed at how my uncle's large erection was tenting his trousers upwards and making a spreading damp patch between his zipper and left pocket. He started talking to him about why he thought bum smells could be so arousing, just as Jake crept back into the room wearing the dirty boxers I'd had on when I'd flown over from Oz.

"Oh fuck, not that pair!" I whispered.

"They were easily the whiffiest," he grinned. "By a pretty long margin!"

"I bet they were... they were riding up my arse-crack all the way from Sydney to Heathrow!"

He bent over again in front of his dad and, while Uncle Rob was clearly expecting that the third butt to sniff would logically be mine, he was quickly confused by the combination of his son's crack odour and the back of my smelly shorts.

He sniffed a few times, getting his nose quite close to the crumpled material, before announcing, "This is very strange... I really can't place the smell! You haven't sneaked a fourth young man in here for me to sniff his bum, have you?"

We chuckled and Marcus said, "The arse definitely belongs to one of us!"

Uncle Rob shrugged and conceded, "I'll have to go for a five maximum, in that case. I'm going to be lucky to reach fifteen at this rate..."

Jake pushed the back of my cruddy shorts into his arse-crack and took a moment to rub the material up and down against his butt-hair. Having got my bummy odour smeared inside his furry gully, he pulled the shorts down to present his chunky bare cheeks to his dad's blindfolded face.

Uncle Rob inhaled deeply the pudgy backside before him and said, "This really is strange... there's the full-bodied juiciness of Shane's modestly-puckered hole coupled with the astringent harshness of Jake's much larger anus. I'm going to need to go for a three..."

He pushed his face in between his son's round buns and snorted like a pig with its snout in the trough.

"Aw yeah!" Jake mouthed, grinning broadly at me and Marcus as his dad's nose pushed as deep as it could into his hot ripe crack. My cousin's cock rose upwards rapidly, making the mouth of his foreskin slide open to reveal its glistening red tip, and he leaned further forwards to open his big puffy bunghole right in front of his dad's curious face.

"I'm sure it's Shane," Uncle Rob mumbled, his voice muffled between his son's squat, dumpy buttocks. "I'm going to have to go for a one..."

Before we could stop him, we heard a wet munching sound from between Jake's cheeks as my uncle's tongue start licking at his son's over-sized opening. Jake turned to us, his gaping mouth half-shocked half-amused, as Marcus and I stared disbelievingly at his dad crouching behind him feeding noisily on his arse.

Just then Jake pulled away shouting, "Whoa... dad, it's me!"

Uncle Rob reeled back, red-faced and breathless, and he removed the blindfold to see his son's solid round buttocks with his spit smeared two-thirds down the crack. He stared up at us, at first towards Marcus and then across to me. Then, to my surprise, his mouth broke into a smile and he chuckled, "Looks like I lost that round..."

"Oh my God!" Jake laughed, "you just brown-tongued my butt, dad!" I noticed his cock was now arching up on full-throb from the feel of his dad's mouth slurping at his ringpiece.

Uncle Rob stood up too and his own large erection pushed his trousers outwards, the blunt tip of which was seeping with a sticky patch of drool.

"Jake's wearing my dirty undies, Uncle Rob," I explained. "He put them on to... er... throw you off the scent..."

"Well, you certainly did that," my uncle chortled. He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the excess of his cock slobber off the prominent helmet shape lifting the front of his trousers.

"Still, no harm done," he went on, as Marcus and I sat back down, swigging from our beers again, and Jake went upstairs to pull his own boxers back on and recover his jeans. "That's a part of my son I really would have preferred not to push my tongue into, but the game was fun and I was greatly enjoying it!"

As he poured himself another glass of wine, Marcus asked, "Should we think up something else to play?"

"Why not?" Uncle Rob smiled, sitting himself down and adjusting his big hard-on so that it was more comfortable in his briefs. "But I think it wise to ensure that such errors of judgement can't happen again."

"I like smell games," I said. Then, remembering something Uncle Rob had told me when we'd been out for the day, added, "My uncle reckons that when there's sex going on in Jake's bedroom, he can figure out from the smell who's doing who!"

"Oh wow!" Marcus chortled. "So when I'm staying over, you know which way round me and Jake are banging each other?"

"It's quite easy," Uncle Rob grinned over, taking a sip from his drink. "No doubt even easier now that I've lapped at the source, as it were."

As Jake came back into the room and grabbed himself another beer, I suggested, "Okay, here's an idea for a game... the three of us go into Jake's bedroom and do some stuff together, and Uncle Rob has to work out who's doing what..."

"What sorta stuff?" Jake asked, looking unimpressed.

"I dunno... two of us fuck, maybe, while the other one watches and jerks off. Your dad has to figure out from the smell of the butt and the bell-end, whose arse is gettin' bummed and who's standin' wankin' himself off!"

The three of them stared at me and for a moment I thought I'd overstepped the mark.

But then Jake's mouth broadened into a gaping, eager smirk and Marcus called out, "Oh my God! That sounds so hot!"

I looked at Uncle Rob and he chuckled at me. "You've got such a naughty imagination, Shane. What would your father say?"

We all bounded upstairs and the three of us lads assembled in Jake's bedroom while Uncle Rob lurked with his wineglass in the hallway outside.

"Okay, let's make the first one easy for him," Jake whispered to us. "You do me up the arse," he said to Marcus, "and you stand next to the bed and jerk your prick off," he said to me. "He sat next to you when we wanked off earlier so he knows the smell of your bell-batter... and we're all well aware of how intimately he knows the smell of my bunghole now!"

Marcus and I chuckled and he unzipped his jeans and hitched the front of them down a bit. His eight inch hard-on sprung upwards when released from his underwear. He was clearly greatly looking forwards to pushing it up his favourite fuck-buddy's bum, perhaps even more excited that I was going to watch him doing it and Uncle Rob was going to smell its effects.

While he lubed himself up, I pulled out my own larger cock which rose outwards, also nearly fully chubbed-up, and Marcus smirked across at me and said quietly, "I so wanna slam your tight Brissy butt too, Shane!"

I grinned back at him, wanting to kneel down in front of him and get things started between us by sucking on his lovely mushroom helmet, but Jake called over, "Cut it out, lovebirds - we've got a challenge to set for dad!"

He got on his bed and pulled the backs of jeans and underwear down so that his uni friend could work his dick up his hole, when I noticed that he was still wearing the dirty boxers he'd taken from my rucksack.

"Hey Jake," I called out, "I thought you'd got back into your own undies, cuz."

"Naah, I thought I'd keep these as a little momento... and I pushed my pair into your rucksack so you can take a little bit of Jakey back to Aussieland with you just for... you know... the long, lonely nights!"

I laughed like I just thought he was just being a dorf, but I knew that back home I probably would wank off sniffing the boxers Jake had given me. I'd want to relive all the stuff I was now doing and it would really spruce things up to have Jake's crack-stink pressed into my nose.

"Aw, that's so sweet you guys," Marcus chortled, getting on the bed behind Jake and pushing his knees between his.

He pressed the slippery head of his dick into his buddy's arse-crack, still wet with his dad's spit, and Jake muttered, "Lower, dude... yeah, still a bit lower..." and then gasped with a laugh, "Aw yeah! Now push it right up!"

Marcus chuckled as he slid the length of his shaft up his lover's butt, grabbing him by the hips to drive the last inch of it through the huge, swollen anus. Once his bollocks were pushing into the crease under Jake's buttocks and his pubes were tickling the fuzzy softness around his crack, my cousin swung his head around and grinned at his blond friend, and then they leaned forwards together to share a lingering kiss.

As they necked for a bit, murmuring and giggling together as their two bodies were fused together, I wondered how they'd first discovered how much they enjoyed sex together in spite of them both being into girls. Perhaps some drunken fooling around together in their digs at uni lead to boxers being groped and then cocks getting sucked. Or maybe Marcus had told Jake about the stuff he'd done at school with Kiernan and they'd agreed, as casually as two mates setting up a night out, to play around with each other when their girlfriends weren't about.

"Okay," Jake whispered when they'd finished their little smooch. "Fuck me dead hard so it really makes a stink... and, Shane, you wank your dick off and waft your bulb towards the door so my dad can smell it!"

Marcus pushed Jake's back lower, grabbed him hard by both shoulders and started rooting his arse as roughly as he could. The strong smell of male bumming quickly filled the air of Jake's bedroom and my cock swelled upwards at how crude and sexy it stunk. I directed by cock towards the door and started jerking my foreskin back and forth across the slimy head, hoping the sharp muskiness of my dick would have a chance of competing with the raw pungence of Jake's butt-fucked arse.

"Oh, that's too easy," Uncle Rob laughed from outside Jake's bedroom door. "I'd hoped you boys would set me more of a challenge!"

"Come on, then," Jake called out to his dad from where he was bent over with his face just above his pillow. "Who's getting his butt paddled... and who's bashing his prick off at how awesome it looks!"

"I'd recognise the smell of my son's rump being mounted without any difficulty," my uncle said, "and that was before I'd had my face buried into it!"

"Nice one," Jake chuckled. "A solid ten points to open with..."

"As for the masturbator... the head of his penis is contributing quite sharply to the scent, but it's not too strong and only delicately cheesy... so I'm guessing that my nephew is the one who's standing 'purving', to use his own antipodean term!"

"Get in there!" Jake called out, as if he was watching his team score a goal on the telly. "Twenty points for starters... okay, let's up the ante a bit..."

He and Marcus disentangled themselves and Marcus used a few tissues to clean off his dick. Dude sex could be very messy, I noticed, and I was sure that sex with girls would never produce this level of gunge or stink. But I had to agree with what Jake had told me early on in our exploits: the strong, bawdy smell of boys doing it up the butt with each other wasn't in any way disgusting or a turn-off, but was instead a serious part of its appeal.

I didn't know if it was the intimacy thing that Jake and his dad had gone on about, or whether it was just that the stink and the mess made it seem a bit naughty and that in itself was exciting and hot.

Jake whispered, "Okay, I'm gonna wank off... he might not recognise my bell-smell so easily because I've been wearing Shane's keks. You two decide who's gonna fuck who... either way, it's gonna be harder for him to figure out..."

Me and Marcus grinned at each other. We could both see that we'd prefer to be the one doing the giving.

In the end, I offered that I'd bend over for him.

"Aw, yeah... that'd be great, dude," he smiled, patting me gratefully on the forearm. "As long as I can stop myself from cumming!"

"You've got to let me do you, though," I made plain. "In the next round, I mean..."

When his eyebrows arched upwards in surprise I chuckled, "There's no such thing as a free ride up this Aussie's bushtucker trail!"

I got on Jake's bed and undid my belt and fly so I could pull the back of my jeans down. Marcus shuffled up behind me and I felt his hot fat jeb poking between my cheeks. It still felt slimy from where it had been up Jake's butt and there was still enough gunk smeared down it that he didn't need to lube himself up again.

I swung my head round to peer over my shoulder at him and said, "Go slowly, mate, I haven't taken much up there yet!"

"Oh yeah?" he grinned. "I've heard that one before, buddy!"

Then I bent over, supporting myself on Jake's mattress and he rubbed his cock head up and down inside my trench until he'd found the entrance to my bum. Once I'd gasped and laughed just like Jake had - the butt sex version of 'come on in' maybe - he started working his dick up into my arse.

At first it felt uncomfortable to have his cock sliding up there. Even though his mongrel wasn't as long or as thick as Jake's, perhaps the angle I was at or the slight swelling around my pucker made it more awkward for him to enter me compared to when my cousin had done it. It took us nearly a full minute for him to work his rod all the way up my wastepipe, by which time Jake was hissing out, "Come on you guys... hurry the fuck up already! My dad'll be dozing off out there, the time you're taking!"

Eventually Marcus' pubes were tickling my crack and I could feel his two grape-sized balls pressing into both butt-cheeks. I turned to him again and smiled, "That's feeling okay now..."

"You just need practice, Shane... loads of it, I reckon..."

I chuckled, "And you'd be happy to help me out on that score, I'd bet?"

"'Course I would, mate," he grinned and started sliding his cock slowly back out of my guts. "Any time you like!"

I got a whiff of my own arse, wafting up from where my sludge was being pulled out of me by his shaft, and the two of us beamed broadly together at the arrival of our new-born fuck-stink.

"Come on you pair," Jake whispered impatiently. "Start banging him hard... my dad's gotta be able to smell that stink all the way out there!"

"You ready for this?" Marcus smirked down from where he was kneeling behind me.

I nodded and he started rooting me quite hard and I couldn't help but call out, "Jesus... fuck... yeah!"

Jake shushed me but Marcus just laughed and started hammering my butt more quickly, using the full length of his cock to roughly pound through my hole. I swung my neck around to face him, gasping with how intense his impassioned intrusion felt, and said up to him, "How the fuck have I been wankin' off all these years without havin' something shoved up my arse!"

He laughed even more broadly and leaned over my back, grabbing me around the chest to steady my body against his thrusts. I turned to face forwards again, pushing my arse back in time with his hips, and we did it together hunched like that, like two dogs frantically going at it both facing forwards.

I could smell the rising crassness of Marcus' hard-on pistoning in and out of my cruddy tunnel, and I called up to my him, "Oh, Jesus... do I stink like fuck havin' my arse bummed?"

"Kind of, yeah," he chuckled back, "but in a totally good way! Each guy has his own funky smell when he's getting back-slammed!"

Jake chortled over, jerking his big dick off, "Keep doing it like that... it fucking reeks!"

"You reckon your dad'll be able to smell it?" I panted, amazed at how aroused I was getting from stinking the room out with the smell of my shitter being so roughly shafted.

"Dad... next door... the whole street, probably!" Jake grinned. "They'll be coming round in a minute to complain about the stink!"

I laughed at how sordid we were being, feeling my rock hard wanger weeping strings of clear drool down from its slit onto Jake's crumpled doona.

"Okay, dad," I heard Jake call out. "Get sniffing buddy!"

I glanced back and saw that my cousin was stroking himself quickly, wafting the head of his cock towards his bedroom so his dad could catch a few whiffs of his wank-odour.

Uncle Rob's voice called in through the open door, "Well, the biggest wanker in the room - and not for the first time in his life - is my son and heir."

"How did you smell that over the stink of their rutting?" Jake chuckled.

"I've been telling you this for years, Jake... you don't wash underneath your foreskin enough," his father chastised him. "It's always brutally obvious when you're masturbating, no matter how subtle you think you're being!"

Marcus and I laughed, in spite of how much we were enjoying rutting together as Jake had called it.

"Okay, "Jake went on, "so for forty points, who's drilling who?"

"Who's drilling whom, Jake," I heard his dad correct him. Evidently correct grammar was important when describing anal sex.

"It's a very bracing odour," his dad began his answer. "Unashamedly rectal... almost defiantly crude. I've never smelled such mouthwatering baseness when you and Marcus have been enjoying each other's company... so I'm guessing it's my nephew's wonderfully ill-mannered rear that's currently sharing with us its brazen delights!"

I laughed and called out, "In plain Aussie English are you sayin' it's Shane who's havin' his arse shagged?"

Uncle Rob chortled back. "That was the gist of it..."

"Well you've just earned yourself another ten points!"

My uncle pushed open his son's bedroom door and came into the room, peering over at Marcus hunched over my back.

"Oh my gosh!" he gasped at the way we were bumming like two dogs going at it, and then smiled and called over to us, "What a truly breathtaking sight you boys make!"

He went to stand next to Jake whose hand was still bashing up and down his prick, sniffed the air a few times before declaring, "Your sexual odour is most stimulating, Shane!"

Then, without excuse or apology, he unzipped his fly and pulled his hugely swollen erection to curve upwards from the front of his trousers. He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and started masturbating in time with his son, the two of them standing side-by-side pumping their hands up and down their over-sized schlongs.

As Marcus held onto my chest and pounded my butt with all the urgency and gracelessness of a humping dog, my throbbing cock started twitching and my balls started tingling. It felt so exciting to be sodomised so animalistically in front of my uncle and his son as they wanked themselves off at the sight of my yawning brown hole having another boy's cock jabbing tirelessly in and out through it.

Uncle Rob observed to Jake as they jerked off together, "It's captivating, isn't it.... like watching beasts of the field... one driving his great phallus so frantically into the other's eager orifice!"

"Yeah, it's like smelling beasts of the field too," Jake laughed, his hand doing the exact same motion that his dad's was on his dick. "I've never smelled such a raunchy fuck... well, maybe that one time you did it with that Polish dude..."

I suddenly pulled forwards from Marcus and let out a low, rasping fart as his cock slurped out my bum.

"Oh," murmered Uncle Rob. "I was enjoying that!"

He and Jake looked over at me, their eyes wide with surprise and disappointment, and their hands slowed and stopped like they'd just been unplugged.

I almost fell off the bed and grabbed some tissue to wipe my butthole with. Still panting I told them, "Officially, okay... the game hasn't finished so the three of us need to get into a new position..."

"And unofficially?" Uncle Rob asked with interest.

"Unofficially," I went on, my breathing starting to recover, "I was about nut off all over Jake's doona... so I figured it might be the best time to cark it!"

"Oh nice one, cuz!" Jake laughed. "You should have just gone for it and squirted everywhere!"

He went over to grope under his bed to find a new box of tissues for Marcus who was complaining about how 'rancid' his dick now was. Uncle Rob came over to me and peered at me curiously.

"But you weren't even touching your penis, Shane," he said quietly with his own cock still pulsing upwards from his fly. "Were you really on the point of reaching your climax?"

"Yeah, it's weird isn't it," I nodded back at him. "I never even had a wet dream before, and now here I am two flicks from havin' a hands-free spooge just 'cause the two of us were stinkin' out the room!"

"So you now admit that bum-smells can be a fun part of having sex with your own gender?"

"Bloody oath I do!" I laughed. "I'm realisin' it's kinda integral to it!"

Uncle Rob smiled, his eyes showing his pride. "I'm so pleased that staying with us is helping you discover so much about your sexuality... considering how confining your dad's influence has been..."

I grinned back at him. "This is so amazing, Uncle Rob. I'm loving every second of staying with you guys..."

"Well perhaps, then," he said more loudly as Marcus had finished cleaning himself up and Jake was looking over at our conversation, "we should start round three and see if I can deliver a hat-trick!"

Uncle Rob went back outside of Jake's bedroom, his face as red as the head of his dick at how overheated the game was making him.

Jake got us together and whispered, "How about we make it really difficult for him this time? The three of us shag in a row... two butts getting poked at once!"

"Fuckin' corker!" I gaped. "And we've already agreed on our positions..."

Marcus grinned at me, remembering the conversation we'd had when we'd wanked off over his stag night movie. "Looks like you get your turn now, Shane!"

The three of us got on the bed together, daks yanked down around our thighs, with Marcus out front, me in the middle and Jake lubing himself up as he brought up the rear.

Marcus bent forwards and I finally got to work my dick up between his two pale buttocks. All the feelings I'd had when I'd first done it to Jake washed over me again: a sense of how meaningful it was to be joined to another dude like this and how exciting it felt to have his arse muscles squeezing so powerfully around my big bulky cock.

"Jesus strewth!" I cried out when my two big low-hangers were pressing hard against the backs of his tighter nutsack. "This is so amazing!"

Marcus turned and grinned up at me from where he was squatting low. "You are such a fucking top, bud!" he laughed.

"A top who's about to be a bottom too," Jake said from behind me, pushing his fattened drummer between my cheeks and jabbing it insistently against my swollen backpipe.

"Quieten down," I whispered with a grin. "You'll give the game away!"

"Bend over a bit," my cousin instructed me in a quieter voice when his cock met with resistance trying to slide its way into my behind. "You need to stick your bum out for me to get my dick up it... once I'm up there we can all push ourselves up again and fuck chest to back."

I bent over Marcus and felt Jake's cock stretch my arsehole open as his broad helmet squeezed through it. His meat was much thicker and longer than his friend's and it was more of a struggle to work it up my doof.

I realised that bending over was actually a hot part of buddy sex. It offered the most private part of your body up to another guy to be intimate with, and it was a position that was totally different from anything a dude would get into when he was playing around with a girl. I think it was that second part that I liked most - a boy sticking his bum out for his lover was unique to the times when he was having fun with another boy.

Once he'd pushed his cock right up me I felt his heavy balls swinging into mine. He slid it out again then back in, repeating the motion several times, chuckling, "My, we are a stinky boy, aren't we Shane?"

Then he pulled me up by the chest so that I was upright in front of him and I did the same to Marcus so that the three of us were kneeling upwards in a row. It felt somehow hot that we were all still fully clothed with just our jeans hitched down, our bare hips and bums pressing firmly together.

"Right, you fuck him, cuz, and you wank my dick off with your arse." Jake's breath felt sticky with beer as he whispered into the back of my neck.

"This is gonna be so fuckin' cool, guys!" I laughed as I started bucking my hips back and forth. The sensation was immediately intense. Having one boy's chuff clamping around your cock while another guy's big bonk slides in and out of your butt has to be one of the most incredible feelings possible.

"Aw Jesus... this is fuckin' bottler!" I called out.

"Quieten down, dude!" Marcus chuckled, before accidentally farting around the thrusting of my cock.

I grabbed Marcus by the hips and Jake held onto me by mine, as I quickened the thrusting of my cock and arse between my two lovers' waists. Our sex was making loud slapping noises but better than that it soon started to smell really pungently of our two bums getting fucked.

Marcus' butt was much rougher than I expected. Shafting his cutter sent out a powerful masculine ripeness, thick and savoury and with a lovely locker-room bumminess. This was the stink of dude sex at its absolute best! I loved how its crude earthiness was making my mouth water and how the harsh anal blasts that would sometimes waft up from it would make my cock harden like steel and my head spin like a jumbuck.

My own arse reeked to high fuck as well. Jake's bigger cock was really loosening my crud up and the glistening shaft of it would kick out a hell of a whiff everytime I slammed my bum forwards.

Jake giggled, "Aw yeah! This stinks worse than the tent I shared with five dudes at the Nass Festival last summer!"

"I thought you went there with Ellie," Marcus panted, loving the feel of my big cudger ramming in and out of his crack. "Didn't the two of you bunk up?"

"Naah, there wasn't much space left... I had to share with some guys while Ellie went in with the girls."

"How did you all make such an odour?" I gasped.

"How the fuck do you think?" he chortled. "While Ellie was sleeping soundly with the gals... Jakey and the boys were bumming their knobs sore!"

"Oh my gosh!" Uncle Rob called in. "The odour you boys are making is so forthright... so wonderfully powerful!"

"Okay, which way round are we?" Jake replied. "Who's doing whom?" he asked, emphasizing his corrected grammar.

"I have no idea," Uncle Rob faltered. "The sheer stink of it would suggest your bum's somehow involved, Jake, but the smells are all wrong... much more beefy and solid..."

"Can you smell Shane's arse?" Marcus asked as I bucked my hips more roughly and let out a fart when Jake's fat jeb-end pushed up me too deep.

"Yes, I can smell my nephew's richly seasoned aromas... most stimulating, actually! But there's more to it than that... there's the fuller flavour your pert rump, Marcus... alluringly muddy... deliciously creamy... I'm going to have to see what an earth's going on in there!"

He pushed his way into the room and laughed at the sight of us, kneeling down on Jake's bed and lined up for a three-way fuck.

"Oh, no wonder I couldn't figure it out!" he grinned. "Good grief, you boys look perfectly stunning!"

He grabbed the hard-on that was still poking out through his fly and started wanking it off as he watched the three of us cavort.

"Come on, work those hips, Shane!" he called over to us as he slammed his foreskin up and down his thick shaft. "Bend Marcus over... pull his bum towards you... really pound those athletic buns!"

I did as my uncle told me, pushing my blond lover's upper body down onto Jake's mattress and grabbing him hard by the hips so I could drive my cock in long, rapid sweeps in and out of his gaping crack. His elbow started shuddering as he wanked his dick off and he called out, "Yeah, Shane... bum me! Bum me up the arse!"

Jake wrapped his arms around my chest to force my hole further down onto his own thick tool and the sensation of his bulbous helmet pushing so deeply up into my bowels had me crying out from how exquisite it was. I started cumming, filling Marcus' brown tunnel up as my balls emptied themselves in spasms, until thick gobs of my spunk were squirting out from his shitter the way it had over-filled Jake's butt the previous night.

Marcus hit his own orgasm while I was still bucking my hips and firing spoo up his leaking baster. He gasped into Jake's bedding as his arse muscles clenched in waves around my shaft, sending me into a second surge of spunking which didn't exactly help lessen the gunge exploding from his hole.

Breathless, I collapsed over Marcus' back, the endless pounding of my hips now slowing to a stop. I caught my breath with his lovely blond curly hair tickling my forehead and felt Jake behind me pull his big cock out of my vastly widened tush.

Jake started frantically wanking himself, muttering, "If you're easily disgusted, keep your eyes well away from my cock!"

His dad hastily undid his trousers and yanked them down around his thighs, calling over to where me and Marcus were slumped, "Come on, you two... help me out over here!"

He started masturbating his huge cock again as we got up off the bed to help stimulate him to climax. He grinned at us, tugging his foreskin back and forth as quickly as he could, and said, "One out front... one around the back...!"

Marcus took what he probably thought was the better option and knelt down in front of Uncle Rob to flick his tongue against his bell-end as he roughly fisted his dick. I went around the back of my uncle and he gasped, "Pull the back of my briefs down, Shane... finger my hole!"

I smiled at him. I could do better than that!

I knelt down behind him and pressed my face into the back of his white Calvin undies. I sniffed in his crack, where they'd been rubbing up against his puckered oval all day, and gasped at how exciting they smelled - ripe and raunchy and reeking of my uncle's funk.

"Oh my God, Uncle Rob!" I called up to him. "The back of your briefs smells so hot... right where your arsehole is!"

"Aw fuck yeah!" Jake chortled from his bed where he was wanking off. "Sniff his skanky pants... right where they've been wedged up his dookie...!"

I looked over at him, smirking, and suddenly saw what he meant when he'd said not to look at his cock. It was very copiously lubed as he jerked his foreskin up and down, but the glistening stickiness thickly coating its head and shaft had clearly been clinging to it when he pulled it out from my bum.

He grinned at me broadly when he saw my surprise at the state of his dick as he roughly wanked it off. Then, wanting to shock me and no doubt turn himself on further, he stopped pumping it and instead directed the big brown head of it upwards towards his face. Then he ducked his head down towards it, really craning his neck, and extended his tongue fully so he could lick around the dirty slit.

He sat upright again and beamed at the awed expression I must be pulling, before grabbing the shaft of it to beat himself off even faster and calling over to me, "Come on... pull his cacks down and get your face stuck in!"

I did as he said and pulled the back of my uncle's briefs down. His two round buttocks loomed in front of me looking huge and intimidating and between them was his densely furry crack. The thick wiry black hair was beaded with his sweat and I could tell from the whiffs I was getting that it was full of fascinating tastes and smells.

I heard Uncle Rob tell me, "Shane, you don't have to..." but my face was nevertheless quickly pressing in between his cheeks. The hot stuffiness between them was moist and cloying but it smelled so amazing that I could feel my cock starting to twitch back to life. There was a gritty richness to it - a lovely manly muskiness - and I pushed my face more deeply between his pudgy arse-cheeks to fully immerse my nose and mouth within his stifling crack carpet.

I felt Uncle Rob's body shuddering faster as he beat his dick off more roughly against Marcus' tongue.

I heard Jake call out, wanking his own dick at full-crank, "Go on... lick my dad's arsehole... get your tongue pushed right up his tight little turd-shaft...!"

I felt Uncle Rob's free hand around the back of my head as he guided my face down towards his entrance that was anything but tight or little. I lapped at it keenly, loving how hot his slimy ring felt and fascinated by how bitingly acrid it tasted. My cock was back up on full-bone - I loved that it was! - and I grabbed it tightly to fist its stinking shaft, finding out how nice it felt to jerk off like Jake was using another boy's butt drool as brown-coloured lube.

"That's it boys," Uncle Rob panted as I sucked on his big, blokeish butthole. "I'm about to cum..."

As Jake started gasping and his dad's body started shuddering, I heard my uncle call down to us as his eager attendants. "Drink my seed, Marcus... swallow it down... and Shane... eat me deeply... feed from my anus!"

I hit my second climax right then, guzzling hungrily at everything Uncle Rob's gloopy gash could give me. I think it was the fact that I could cum twice in a row so quickly which was what surprised my uncle most of all afterwards.

About what we'd just done his verdict was, "My, we have been a little naughty this evening!" On seeing that my cock had white ropes hanging from it, he chortled with astonishment, "Goodness me, Shane! You Australian lads certainly have a lot of stamina! Must be all the sun and surfing..."

As we were starting to clean up and I was wiping away the last of my second cumming as it beaded from my slit, Jake came over to me and leaned in for a kiss. Uncle Rob and Marcus both stopped what they were doing and peered at the two of us deeply necking together, our tongues exploring each other and our lips curved upwards in a delighted smirk.

"God that was hot!" Jake gasped when he finally staggered back for breath.

"Fuckin' A man!" I managed to articulate when I finally came back to my senses.

"You tasted my butt earlier," Jake grinned over at his dad. "Now I just tasted yours and it was horny as fuck!"

Uncle Rob chuckled uncertainly, unclear as to whether to be pleased or worried that his son found the taste of what was lurking in his bum-crack so appealing.

"I can see why you were noshing my dad's dumpster so deeply," Jake told me, swirling his tongue around the inside of his mouth to get the full effect of the flavour I'd given him. "It's really bitter... as strong as dark chocolate... but sort of nutty too... a bit like burnt almonds, maybe..."

"Don't go chowing down on daddy's arse-crack when he's asleep, Jake!" Marcus laughed.

And I was laughing along with them too even though I felt disappointed that it had been his dad's arse rather than my mouth that Jake had found so exciting.

So anyway, all that explains why we didn't have the threesome we'd planned after lights-out that night. By two in the morning, after we'd finally finished off cleaning up the mess we'd made, we just ended up slumped under Jake's doona in a heap. When Uncle Rob came in to wish us goodnight he laughed at how totally bummed-out we looked, asking us to forgive the pun, and then told us for about the twentieth time how great it was for us to be staying with him.

But next morning, when my uncle came back into Jake's bedroom to say good morning to the three of us, the sight of what we we'd got ourselves into by then made his eyes gape open and even he couldn't stop himself from gasping with surprise.

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