I hadn't seen Mick or his mates since he hosted a BIG backyard cricket match a few years ago, so it was pretty exciting when we got his Australia Day invite. Walking in the gate, me and Dad were greeted by Mick, decked out in his rugby shorts and singlet, and got a big bear hug from him. He had a lot of strength of a bloke in his 40's (or maybe 50's? Hard to tell with Mick).
We went down the line shaking hands or having man-hugs. There was Mick's mate Don, sporting his blue cap and sunnies and a pair of shorts which barely held in his monster cock; there was Troy, still looking like a bloody male model; big beefy Tully and slender, gentle Bob, always a bit of a surprise they were father and son, and rounding it out were the Jacks, Senior and Junior, both still sporting a little bit of a belly and glasses.
I cracked a beer and started chatting with some of the lads, while Mick worked his magic on the barbie. The smell of sausages was good, but before I could stuff my face Troy grabbed my arm.
"You're keen aren't you Timmy?" he said.
"Keen for what?" I asked, totally confused.
"A bit of backyard cricket. We're just getting teams going."
I wasn't sure if he meant an actual game of backyard cricket, or backyard cricket like we played it last time, but either way, I was up for it.
So the game was to be Dads vs Lads, with Troy jumping in with us and Don going
with the old blokes. Mick, gracious host that he was, volunteered to keep score and to keep an eye on the barbie. Team Young Fella was up to bat, but just as we were gonna start Mick walked into the middle of the homemade pitch and held his tongs high.
"One more thing men." He began.
"This is Strip Cricket. If you get out, you get nude. You get a couple of runs in, the bowler gets nude and swaps out for another team mate."
We all agreed that was a fine plan. Unfortunately, Don pretty much instantly took out Junior. As he sheepishly removed his clothes his big dick stuck out proudly.
"No worries Junior, he'll get his!" I called out in encouragement.
Sure enough, Bob turned out to be an excellent cricket player, to everyone's surprise, getting not only Don out, but also Jack Snr. and my old man.
Eventually though he fell to his own dad, and I took his place to face off against Tully.
As I prepared myself, I noticed my old man standing a bit behind Tully. His eyes should have been on me but they were eyeing off Tully's arse, tight in his shorts, and I saw Dad subconsciously reach down and give his hard pecker a bit of a slow stroke...
WHIZZZ! I heard the ball go right past me and strike the stumps. Game over.
As part of the rules, we all stayed nude and sat down to the delicious spread Mick had prepared. Only he and Tully got to keep their dacks on, but I didn't think that would last too long.
As we ate and talked I accidentally knocked a bread roll off the table. Ducking under the table to find it, I was greeted by a virtual forest of hard cocks. Unable to control myself, I crawled further under and, on my elbows and knees, gently lapped at one of the hard knobs in front of me. I heard Don make a little yelp above the table. Mick laughed.
"Found that roll yet Timmy?"
"Found a sausage Mick, tastes great!" I replied, to a chorus of laughter above the table.
"Alright, I can see we've put this off too long. Hop up Tim, let's all get involved." Said my dad, as I watched each of the dicks disappear above the table as the men stood up.
When I got myself out from under the tablecloth things were already in full swing. Jack Junior was on his back on the grass, legs raised, as Bob gently massaged Junior's exposed arsehole with his cockhead. At the same time, Junior was eagerly sucking Jack Senior's impressive meat.
Tully and Troy were on the ground locked in a 69, and as if that wasn't enough to send me over the edge I heard my old man kneel on the grass behind me, then felt his rough hands gently part my arse cheeks. I presented my hole to him and felt the gentle flicker of his tongue. While my eyes were closed in ecstasy I suddenly felt a giant mushroom cockhead press against my lips. I knew it had to be Don, and I opened wide to let him fill my throat.
"I'm gonna cum!" I heard Bob exclaim, and opened my eyes to see the full display. Mick, who was over by the sausages watching the whole display and yanking himself off, grabbed the skinny young man and pulled him out of Junior's chute.
"Do it on the food!" he urged, squeezing Bob's shoulders as Bob unleashed all over the sausages. It didn't take long for Jnr and Snr to follow suit, then Tully and Troy, and finally me, dad, Don and Mick all stood around in a circle jerk and basted the sangers with our seed.
A little while later, me and dad were off to our next social engagement for the day, happily munching on some extra-flavoured sausage sandwiches as we drove there.
And so, with the taste of several different men's cum still on our tongues, me and dad got to the nude beach. We strolled across the sand until we saw our crew- there was Gohar, looking like he'd hit the gym a bit since last time, with his 25-year-old son Dale, Mike, still rocking his 70's porn moustache, chatting to his surfie son Tyler, dad's neighbour Glenn and his son/my mate Noel, both standing and showing off their giant schlongs, framed by their blonde pubes, Ben and Kyle, two tradies who used to live next to Glenn, and finally, to my surprise, John, an uber driver me, dad and Glenn had met at the footy a while back. We dropped our six pack into the esky and got catching up. After a little while Mike suggested a cricket match on the beach, but Tyler was already out on the waves and me, Dale and Noel decided we'd rather cool off in the surf for a bit, leaving the old blokes and the tradies to throw the ball around.
The water was beautiful, and I loved the feeling of the slightly-cool wetness running up over my sac and up between my arse cheeks. It was hard not to get hard, not that anyone there would have minded. Me and the fellas swam and talked for a bit, with Tyler eventually paddling over on his board.
"What are they doing on the beach?" he asked with a bit of shock.
"They're just playing a bit of crick- oh." I said, turning as I spoke to see that the old guard had totally abandoned the plastic cricket gear and gone straight to the post-game fuck.
Glenn was on his back, legs up in the air, as Gohar lay on top of him, rhythmically driving his dark meat into the blonde man's back passage. The two were passionately kissing while they rooted. John sat on his towel watching them and fondling his rock-hard meat.