Author's Note- this story contains depictions of same-sex incest and unprotected sex. These acts are not condoned by the author in real life.
It had been a few Christmases since we'd been home to see my parents. First I had to work, then my sister-in-law had a baby last November, so spending the holidays with my folks had been off the books for a couple of years. This year we were finally heading back to see them, and I was a little unsure what to expect...
Why was I unsure? Well, for a few years now, Christmas back home had meant there was always a day when the women and the kids went out somewhere and me, my old man and the dads and lads either side of the fence had some "bloke time" and played a game of backyard cricket. Only our rules weren't exactly standard, and basically ended in an all-male fuckfest. Rest of the year we were straight as arrows, but come cricket time it was game on for anyone with a knob. Things had gotten so crazy that last time we ended up roping in enough extra blokes for two teams of eleven, going at each others' cocks and arses until the last, victorious man blew his load.
But that had been a few years back, like I said, and I wasn't sure if that was even the go anymore or if we had put that phase of our lives behind us. Until, that is, the day after Boxing Day, when the wives and kids went off on a "beauty spa" getaway to leave us blokes to fend overnight. THAT morning I woke up to my old man standing next to my bed, naked, with a massive stiffy, and offering me a cup of coffee. I knew then the games were back on, and wasted no time getting downstairs to see the other lads and start the comp.
First Innings
Dad had decided to keep it interesting this year, although we were going back to basics with just the six of us- me and dad, Charlie Stone and his son Andy, and Glenn Cooper and his son Noel. I'd grown up with Andy and Noel and we were already close mates before we discovered our dads rooting (and joined in), so I felt happy in some ways that it was just us lot. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. The first innings, the old man declared, was a bit different- it was a costume contest. Dads vs lads for their best "going to the cricket" outfit. We had about half an hour to think about it over brekky, then half an hour to get our costumes ready, then we gathered in the living room...
Me and dad were the first pair called, and we had to exit into the hallway to get into costume. Once that was done, I strutted into the living room in my outfit. I'd stuck with the basics (and what I had handy) and walked out in sunnies, a hat and some speedos. This was met with some applause, until I hooked my thumbs on either side of the speedos and pulled them down to my knees, then stood up and flapped my half-erect cock at the rest of the lads. That got a much better response. The old man walked out after me, and he'd used his muscular build to his advantage, barely covering his body with a tight singlet and a pair of tattered old shorts. He was waving a small aussie flag on a plastic handle, which he then dropped. Acting surprised, he turned around and bent over to pick it up...revealing a giant hole in the back of the shorts where his arse crack was plainly visible. The boys hooted and hollered and I knew I'd lost, but to add insult to injury he then took that flag and worked the plastic handle up his date, keeping it there as he turned around. Dad won and we shook hands and left the "stage", going to sit on the sofa and watch the next pair.
Up next was the Coopers, who disappeared out of the living room to get into their costumes. Glenn and Noel looked pretty similar, unlike me and dad (I didn't lift weights like him). Both Cooper men had blonde hair that stuck out at weird, uncontrollable angles, and both were keen runners, with lean, fit bodies. Both also had massive schlongs, but that's coming up later. First off the bench was Glenn, and he walked in wearing the Aussie flag wrapped around, like a cape- then spread his arms out and a revealed the cape was the only thing he was wearing. While that got some cheers, Noel did him one better, walking out into the living room stark naked, but carrying a big bottle of sunscreen. As we watched, Noel proceeded to take some sunscreen and draw a big cock and balls on his chest. That got a laugh, but he then started to apply a LOT of sunscreen to his cock...and his balls...and then his arse, with one cheeky sunscreen-coated finger slipping into his sphincter.
"Gotta get sun smart." He said, not breaking eye contact with his old man as he wanked his impressive member and fingered his ring.
Glenn laughed but was also quite clearly at the half-mast mark from the sight, his rigid cock sticking straight out. Before Noel could get a cheeky load out we all agreed he'd won the round, and he and his old man shook hands. Glenn's hand came away covered in sunscreen, and as the two sat down he liberally applied it to his own hardened dick.
The final face-off was Andy and Charlie. Although Charlie was fit for a middle aged guy (and still had some red in his hair and beard amongst all the silver) Andy was a bodybuilder like my old man. Andy emerged in a bright green mankini, with a nut sticking out either side and his clearly solid stiff one jutting out the top. While he hammed it up and posed and flexed his muscles, Charlie walked into the room and stole the whole show. Decked out in a cricket helmet, gloves and pads, he produced a cricket bat from behind him. The handle had clearly been crafted and sanded in such a way that it had a rounded, smooth base that, if you were of a mind to see it, looked a lot like a cock. Charlie had clearly had this for quite some time. It glistened, like maybe it had been coated in lube. Without saying a word, Charlie put the end of the bat against the floor and squatted over the phallic handle. He lowered himself onto the full length of it, his cock rising hands-free.
"Oh fuck that, you win you dickhead." Said Andy as he looked over at his old man bouncing up and down on the wooden shaft.
The teams this year were Dads vs Lads, so with my old man's win and Charlie's victory, the Dads team were in the lead at the end of the first innings.
Second Innings
Once we had all taken off our costumes we gathered out on the verandah. The rain was coming down so we stayed within the covered area. Dad had brought leftovers from breakfast and from Christmas Dinner out onto the big verandah table, and I munched on a cold sausage as he explained the next round.
"This round is a free for all. Last man to blow wins the innings for his team." He began.
"Go on then, what's the catch this time?" asked Charlie, eyeing off Noel's arse.
