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Posted by Luke on June 17, 2021 at 13:23:25

My younger brother Tom has always been the inquisitive type and now that he is living with us (Paul, my partner and I) he has got even more so. He obviously knows that Paul and I are gay and that our uncle Benny and his partner, Jonno, are as well but he started dropping hints about wanting to know what, as gay men, we actually get up to. He’s 17 so has obviously had all the sex-ed classes at school and been told a certain amount about what homosexual guys and lesbian girls get up to when trying to achieve sexual satisfaction. And even if that wasn’t covered in his sex-ed classes I’m sure he and his mates and friends have swapped ideas and have a pretty good idea about those things, I certainly did at his age.

When we got home from the dunk tank experience over the recent Bank Holiday, he was full of questions to Paul and me about whether we had got aroused by being wet in our clothes; did we intend to follow up on that whilst we changed into dry clothes and so. That rather stumped us initially. But Paul then turned the tables.

“What about you Tom? Did you get an erection whilst getting dunked? Are you going to go to your room and have a good wank in your wet clothes before you shower …….. or, maybe, whilst you shower? I always find that very satisfactory, how about you? Don’t be shy – you obviously don’t expect us to be ….”

I’ve never seen Tom look so embarrassed or flummoxed before – it was very funny. But he soon recovered himself.

“I shall probably have a wank in the shower before I change. And yes I did get an erection in the dunk tank – did you not notice?” Tom replied.

“No, nothing very obvious to me, mate!” Paul replied “Whereas James here, sprouted a humdinger – I was surprised they let him have a second go!”

“Shit!!” Tom muttered as he turned and headed to his room.

We both laughed about that as we went up to our room to get out of our wet clothes. And before you ask, no, we simply towelled-off and changed into dry clothes. Tom joined us and Benny and Jonno in the garden courtyard after a while – nearly an hour later than the rest of us – as we sat around relaxing either reading or doing some weeding or tending to the plants. The court yard is situated between the shop building (with our flat above) and the old butchery building to the rear of the plot where Benny and Jonno live. A few years ago they had it glazed over like a giant glasshouse (it is about sixty feet long, with the original brick side walls, by the width of the plot, some twenty-five feet) and is ideal for growing hardy tropical plants, a bit like the old Victorian/Edwardian palm houses you see engravings of.

Tom flopped down into one of the chairs.

“Good long wank, mate?” Paul asked before anyone said anything.

Benny and Jonno laughed out loud and asked what the hell that was all about.

So Paul and I told them what Tom had been asking.

“Oh I see.” Benny said “Sounds like we need to educate Tom – even if it’s only not to ask so many questions! Anyway, in the meantime, Tom, you can answer Paul’s question – I’m sure we’d all like to know the answer …..”

Beetroot red from neck to hair-line, Tom answered “Yeah, I did actually. Creamed my jeans twice as I showered and had a job to get rid of the boner, to be honest.”

How he kept a straight face as he said it, I’ll never know.

“Good lad, nice to know the art of exaggeration has passed down the generations – your dad was the same with his tales of sexual prowess ….” Benny laughed.

That made us all laugh even more.

This last weekend Benny and Jonno were away with friends for a long weekend at their holiday cottage so Paul, Tom and I had the place to ourselves. Benny had suggested to me that we introduce Tom to the delights of getting really messy with gunge and foodstuffs and he said we could use their spare bedroom as it is easy to clean up having a tiled floor and walls and a sprinkler system. Benny believes it used to function as the butchering room when the shop was used for that years ago.

We bought a load of sauces, soups, custard, cream pies and mixed up enough gunge using Xanthan powder, hot water and water-based white paint so that we ended up with four large buckets full.

Sunday was the day chosen to get Tom messy, so after a leisurely breakfast in the courtyard in the sunshine, we took through to the room. We were all wearing jeans, tees, socks and canvas shoes. Paul and I prefer to go commando when getting messy but Tom was wearing boxer-briefs and decided to keep them on after we had told him what was happening.

We sat Tom in a wooden kitchen chair and secured his ankles to the front legs and his wrists to the arms so that he was comfortable and could wriggle around a bit but not get up. We started with a cream pie to his face, which was then rubbed up and over his forehead and into his hair. A jug of custard was then poured down his face before dribbling down the front of his dark green tee and puddling in the lap of his mid-blue faded jeans. Paul then massaged the custard into his crotch and over his inner thighs, by which time it was already obvious that Tom was enjoying getting messy.

We then squirted a whole squeezy-bottle of tomato ketchup over him making sure to get his arms and legs messy as well. We followed that up with another jug of custard poured over his shoulders, down his back and tipped the last bit inside the back of his jeans. Paul pushed another cream pie into his chest and smoothed that all over his torso around the sides and under his arms. A tin of tomato soup was poured slowly over his head and I “washed” his hair with it before smearing handfuls across his face. After that we untied his wrists and told him to stand up and tied his wrists behind his back, and Paul slowly poured another tin of tomato soup down the inside of his boxer-briefs. We placed another cream pie on the seat of the chair before telling him to sit down again.

“Before I do that, do me a favour will you?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, what?” Paul asked.

“I could do with being a bit more comfy in the crotch area, could you untie my hands for a moment for me to adjust myself.” Tom asked.

Paul grinned widely, “I can do that for you, Tom, no problem.” and with that he grabbed Tom’s crotch and started to rub, squeeze and tug at him through his sodden jeans. “Is that better, mate?”

“Almost – could you just push my dick up and to the left a bit more? Gives me a bit more expansion room …..” Tom asked.

Paul did as requested by thrusting his hand down inside Tom’s pants, asking as he did so, “Do you want a quick tug whilst I’m at it? That boner feels like it needs seeing to.”

“Oh God, I wasn’t expecting that!” Tom exclaimed.

“Well you asked what gay men do among themselves ……. one thing is we help each other out with sticky situations like this.” Paul laughed as he withdrew his hand.

By now Tom’s boner was full-on and visibly outlined tenting out his slimy jeans. We untied his hands and sat him down on the cream pie before fastening his wrists to the arms of the chair again. We used the gunge after that. We scooped up jugs of the stuff and threw it at him, poured it over him and poured it inside his tee until he was thoroughly drenched in it. We untied him and stood him up before pouring more gunge inside his boxer-briefs and inside his jeans. We moved the chair out of the way and then told him to lie down in the mess on the floor and we poured the rest of the bucket of gunge over him as he writhed around in the mess making sure he was thoroughly soaked in it.

It was at that stage that we joined him and allowed Tom to do to us what we had just done to him. That was great fun and Tom was introduced to a few more of the things that we get up to together, by the time we had used up all the gunge and the food-stuffs we were all extremely messy and drenched in the gunge and we all had full-on boners tenting out our jeans. We turned on the sprinklers to clean up and ended up helping each other sort out those boners as we washed the mess from our clothes and bodies. Tom certainly enjoyed being helped and he got a fit of the giggles as he returned the favour us two. Finally, sans boners, we sat down in the sunshine in the courtyard in our wet clothes and slowly dried off whilst we chatted about what bits of getting messy we had enjoyed most and things got very explicit as we talked so we returned to the spare room and had some more fun in our wet clothes with each other on the bed, eventually dispensing with our clothes as things got more intimate.




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