Author's Note: This story contains water sports, incest and unprotected sexual activity.
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It's Just Not Cricket 2: All Day Match
It had been a year since the last game of backyard cricket at my parents' place.
Somehow last year the friendly game between friends and neighbours had descended into an all-bloke fuckfest. Now me, the missis and the kid were back again for the Christmas holidays, and dad had promised me on the phone that he'd teed up an all-day match this year. I was pretty curious how that was gonna pan out in a house full of wives and kids, but the old man was crafty.
My folks lived at the end of a cul-de-sac backing onto a nature reserve, so the only neighbours they'd ever really interacted with were the houses to either side of them. The Coopers on the left and the Stones on the right. I'd grown up with Andy Cooper and Noel Stone my whole life, and even though we were all getting close to 30 now, every time we met up was like old times.
Andy was into bodybuilding, a lot like my old man. They even looked similar. A lot more than me and dad did, at least. I was tall and with my fair skin I was a bit more like Andy's dad, Charlie, who was a gruff bloke with silver hair (still some flecks of red in it) and a well-kept beard. The Stones on the other side were even paler than me, and both Noel and his dad Glenn had a moptop of blonde hair and a cheery disposition, even if they were a bit vague at times. Noel had started jogging since last year and he'd lost a lot of weight, going from pudgy to a bit more toned like his old man.
We arrived and settled in and then there were drinks and nibbles with the neighbours. About halfway through the champagne my old man announced that he had an early Christmas pressie for the wives and the kids- an all-expenses paid trip to a day spa with its own babysitting centre attached. It was a little out of town, but we would take them all to the train early the next morning and they could enjoy a day of being pampered. As the women all went on about it my dad caught my eye and gave me a wink.
Sure enough, the next morning we loaded up the girls and the kids and waved them off at the train station. Driving back to dad's place the excitement was palpable and the erections were pretty obvious. We pulled the cars into the driveway and gathered in the living room, where dad had set up a make-shift scoreboard.
"Right you lot, we're gonna be more organised this year. One man from each side face as batter and bowler, first one to blow his load loses, then the next pairing step up. Clear?" he said, with complete seriousness, even while he started to take his clothes off.
We all nodded and began to undress.
"Also, this year, there's five rounds, not three. We have all day, might as well use it." He remarked, dropping his shorts and letting his thick, short cock jut out proudly.
"Half an hour to get ready, then meet out the back. Go!" he concluded.
I wasn't sure what I needed the half hour for, but some of the blokes took an extra shower and there was some lube on the table out the back. I smeared some on and in my arsehole just in case.
We finally gathered, starkers, out the back in the sunshine. Dad had gone all out, he'd got us all bucket hats- three green and three yellow- to mark the teams we were on. As I was the reigning champion from last year I got to select my teammates, and I got to wear the coveted red bucket hat from the previous year.
I ended up choosing Charlie and Andy. Partly because I knew Charlie gave amazing rimjobs and Andy, with his muscles and his looks, could probably make the other side cum faster. But partly because I was eager for a couple of cracks at my old man. I'd had him last year and it had woken up a frenzy in me to plug his furry pucker again.
With the teams declared we gathered around our makeshift cricket pitch. We flipped a coin for who would bat first. It went to the Gold Team, the other guys. They'd chosen Glenn as their captain, so he had first choice of our side. He picked me.
First Innings
Glenn and I stepped into position facing each other, both hard as a rock.
"G'day Timmy." Grinned Glenn, fondling his long, pale meat.
"Ready for this?"
"I think so, Mr. Stone." I grinned back. As batsman, Glenn could stick whatever he wanted wherever he wanted, and I was up for whatever challenge he had in mind.
Turns out what he wanted was a blowjob. Sinking to my knees, I took his considerable shaft in my mouth, cupping his balls at the same time. He placed both hands on the back of my head and made long, deep passes into my mouth. This was the only man-sex I had all year but I had done a bit of research and watched a lot of porn, so I had a few tricks to try.
As Glenn kept up his steady rhythm I suddenly began to suck hard and fast. His body trembled from the intensity and I moved my hand from his nutsac to his arse. Like me, he'd pre-lubed. I gently teased his hole with one finger, pulling back my mouth so only his engorged cockhead was on my lips. Then, in one swift motion, I drove my head forwards until my nose was against his blonde pubes and shoved my finger deep into his hot arse at the same time. Glenn was no match for it, blasting his first mighty load down my throat.
I swallowed as much as I could, spitting the rest onto the grass beside me.
"Easy." I remarked, winking at Glenn. He looked defeated but not exactly unhappy. We left the pitch together to make room for the next pairing.
Next up was my dad, Ross, and Charlie. Like I said, the old man was clever, and knew he didn't have to stick his cock into Charlie, he could use anything. Turning him around, the old man bent Charlie forwards slightly and began to lick and kiss and lap at his sphincter. Charlie moaned and stroked his chest. As we took in the sight, Charlie's son Andy leaned over to me and remarked:
"It's a bit like watching you and me in twenty years time."
"Fuck, I hope so." I replied, never taking my eyes off the sight.
My old man was gentle, then intense, then pulled back, then dove in, just passionately working Charlie's arse for all it was worth. Eventually Charlie couldn't help himself, and moved his hand to his throbbing, veiny cock. Three quick strokes and he was gone. Win to my dad.
The final match was Noel and Andy. Noel was batting, and he did not fuck around. As soon as they were on the pitch he grabbed Andy's cock.
"On your back mate." He said.
Andy did as he was told and Noel, still with a firm grasp of Andy's prick, pushed his own hardened knob against Andy's back entrance. Noel was hung like his dad, that is to say he had some length on him, and when he sunk in Andy let out a yell.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed.
"Oh I intend to." Laughed Noel, who began pistoning away rapidly into Andy's slick arsehole.
It was a fast, raw, intense fuck, and the two blokes maintained eye contact the whole way through. It was hard to tell who was going to lose it first, but eventually Andy cried out again and shot rope after rope of sticky white fluid over himself. Noel pulled his cock out and displayed it to us all.
"No cum. I win." He said.
Dad had brought the scoreboard outside. He put a green piece of cardboard under the box marked "First Innings."
"Alright, quick break for morning tea and a dip in the pool, then back here in half an hour." He said.
Innings 2
Second innings kicked off with a bang. As captain of the batting side I got to step up first. I picked Noel. No banter, no cheek, I just spun him around and rammed it in him. He cried out at first, called me a prick, but eventually I got him relaxed and on the grass on his hands and knees, begging me for more. He was furiously whacking himself off with one hand and when I grabbed him by his hair and really rammed it home he starting pulling so hard his arm was a blur. I felt him suddenly stop and his ring squeezed around my rod.
"Fuck you're good mate." He panted, dropping his load onto the pitch.
