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.