Date: Sat, 27 May 2017 12:23:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Furlong <robert.furlong@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Operation: Simon (Part 1)

OPERATION: SIMON (PART 1)
by Robert Furlong

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"So what's the plan?" I asked Guy.

It was Wednesday evening and he and my son Jake were slouched on the settee
working their way through a pack of beers while I was sitting opposite with
a glass of wine.

"I dunno," Guy shrugged.  "It's gonna be a difficult one.  We're gonna have
to play it dead careful 'cause I sure as fuck don't want him tellin' any
tales to his mother."

We were discussing what we were going to do on Friday night when he brought
his own son, Simon, around for a little get-together at my house.  That in
itself wouldn't pose much of a problem, but Guy had an ulterior motive
which made detailed planning absolutely essential.

"You still want to start playing around with your kid then?" Jake asked
without taking his eyes from the movie the three of us were half-watching.

Guy chuckled.  "He's your age, Jake... just gone twenty-one.  Don't make
this sound any more weird than it needs to..."

"You wanna shag him, though," Jake persisted, still staring at the TV.  "I
mean, that's your ultimate aim...?"

"Not necessarily," Guy replied.  "I just really like what you guys have
together.  The way you use each other for sex is kinda logical
really... you're both men and you both get horny so sometimes you help each
other out.  That's how I want it to be with Simon."

"You want to get sexual with your son?" I asked.  "You're absolutely sure
about that?"

"Maybe not at first.  I want him to see how it works with you pair... how
natural it looks for a dad and a son to get physical together..."

"You want us to get intimate in front of him?"

He shrugged.  "Perhaps, yeah... but nothing too heavy.  He's gonna freak
out big time if you guys treat him to the demo you showed me..."

We'd been staying over at a Travel Lodge before going to the Liverpool
match.  Jake and I had surprised our companion by showing him that we'd
started having occasional but extremely fulfilling incestuous sex.  My son
had bobbed down to consume a good half of my large erection in front of
Guy's disbelieving eyes and then we'd awoken him next morning by Jake
taking me roughly from behind as we'd squatted alongside him.

"Maybe we play a game of 'Twister'," Jake suggested.  "I end up with my
face in my dad's butt and say, 'Oh Jesus, his arse-crack smells so fucking
horny!' and Simon'll be like, 'Aw fuck yeah... I gotta have a sniff of
daddy ringpiece for myself!'"

Guy sniggered but shook his head.  "Come on, buddy.  You know as well as I
do that Simon's not like that.  He'd run a mile if he had to shove his face
in my arse.  I'd be up for having a sniff of his, but if I did he'd
probably run a mile too!"

"But maybe the game idea is worth pursuing," I proposed.  "It would keep
things light-hearted."

"How about strip poker, then?" Guy asked.  "Once we're all stripped down to
the buff, we change the rules so the loser has to wank the winner.  Simon
gets to see Jake giving daddy's big dick a good pullin'... so next time
when he loses he won't be so shy about reachin' over and playing with
mine!"

"Can you really see Simon agreeing to play strip poker?" Jake laughed.  "I
guess we could start out playing for pennies or something, but even then
he'd probably say he felt uncomfortable with gambling."

"I agree," I chipped in.  "The game would have to be played purely for fun
but then gradually manoeuvred in a sexual direction."

"Okay..." Guy replied, staring over at the fireplace as he struggled to
come up with something that would fit both requirements, perhaps thinking
back to his days on the oilrig.

"Truth or dare?" Jake tentatively offered.

"Yes... that's more like it," I agreed.  "How about we make it a card game
and arrange the order of the tasks very carefully beforehand...?"

Guy looked unconvinced.  "So how would that work?"

"We can have the top cards giving people silly dares at first, but we can
set it up so that after a few rounds Jake's task is to get the person to
the left of him sexually aroused... which will, of course, be me."

"Okay," Guy grinned.  "I like where this is going!"

"Jake will whisper stuff into my ear and I'll deny that I'm getting at all
turned-on and then you, Guy, will insist that everyone can see whether I
really am becoming aroused.  After some initial reluctance from me and
hopefully some persuasion from Simon, I'll pull my penis out through my
trouser fly and show the room that it might be long and thick but it is
unquestionably limp."

Jake asked, "You won't mind Simon seeing your todger?"

I shrugged.  "I used to take you pair camping when you were younger... he's
seen the thing swinging around between my legs many times before..."

"Okay," Guy chuckled, "since sonny-boy's whispering hasn't done much for
daddy's droopy dick, Jake resorts to reaching over and having a little
fondle of it!"

"Oh sweet!" Jake guffawed, just about to take another swig from his beer.
"That'll be so cool... Simon watching me having a squeeze of my old man's
donger sticking out from his fly!"

"And what will you be doing?" I asked Guy.

"Cheering and egging Jake on... trying to get Simes to join in... I reckon
he'll up for it, actually... he'll probably find this really funny..."

I smiled.  "So I say, 'Okay, it's getting a bit stiffer, I think that's a
win, Jake.'"

"And I'm like 'No way!'", Guy laughed, becoming increasingly enthusiastic
about the plan.  "I call over, 'Come on, guys, the dick's gotta be fully
hard!  I wanna see the bell-end go shiny... that's the sign of a proper
boner!'"

"So I wrap my hand around your big knob and start wanking you off," Jake
grinned at me.  "I mean, actual masturbation... with your foreskin sliding
up and down."

"Aw yeah!" Guy chortled.  "And I'll be like, 'Oh my God... this is so
fuckin' funny!'"

"Would you still be okay with that, dad?  Having Simon seeing my wrist
bashing away and making your cock grow a stiffy!?"

I thought about how we would look: me perched on the settee with my large
phallus exposed through my gaping zipper and Jake reaching across to
eagerly stimulate it.  Simon would likely look surprised - though hopefully
also amused and intrigued - watching his friend masturbating his father
right in front of him.  I'd chuckle back at him as my manhood achieved its
full proud stature inside the grip of my son's fingers, until the domed
helmet throbbed as two shiny purple lobes.

"Yes," I grinned, "I think I'd rather enjoy it!"

Often when Jake's sleepover buddies are lumbering out of his room for a pee
in the morning, I make enough sound from behind my half-open bedroom door
to let them know I'm enjoying a moment of self-induced pleasure.  Sometimes
a young man will creep along the corridor to take a peek at their friend's
father vigorously tending his morning hard-on.  I sit opposite the door so
that if an inquisitive face cranes around it, I can smile at the young man
while my hand pumps frantically up and down, and my two big bollocks slap
up against my fist.  Occasionally my performance will be rewarded with a
cheeky smirk and a growing bulge in the boxers, in which case I flaunt my
huge erection as I wank it until we're both staring, mesmerized, at my
blasting gusher of cum.

"Perhaps Simon will too," I mused.  "Some young men find the sight of
mature male masturbation very appealing!"

"You reckon?!" Guy blurted his beer out laughing.  "Well if that's right
then maybe our Simes will start popping a boner himself..."

"Will we be able to see it if he does?" I asked.  "I mean, will it be
obvious in the front of his trousers?"

"Yeah, he's got a long dick," Guy admitted.  "It can make his pyjama shorts
stick up dead high like a flagpole!"

"He's got a nice cock," Jake nodded.  "A bit small when it's limp, but it
grows really, really long when he's horny."

When Guy and I looked quizzically at him he explained, "We used to wank off
together a few years ago.  His cock would get longer than mine but nowhere
near as thick."

I went on, "Okay, once Simon's trying to conceal the rising tent in the
front of his trousers, I announce that my penis is now fully engorged so
Jake stops rubbing it and we all laugh at the dare.  After that I casually
mention that, being so sexually comfortable with my son, it's not the first
time that Jake's hand has given me relief."

Guy nodded.  "So then I'll ask you, Rob, if you ever help laddo out with
his stiffies."

"And I'll say, yes of course... I think it's a very fatherly thing to do."

"Yeah, that's it!" Guy laughed.  "Simon likes a good wank... he spends most
of his time in his bedroom bashin' his prick off!  I reckon he'll like the
idea of having free handjobs on tap from the other bloke in the house!"

"Will you still have your cock out through your fly, dad?" Jake asked.  "I
mean, will you be sat there with it standing up on full bone?"

"I can be," I nodded.  "It grows very large, as you know, so I can say it
needs a few minutes to soften enough to tuck away.  Why?"

"Well, your turn is next so maybe the card could dare the other players of
the game... us three... to pull our cocks out too.  Mine will be rock hard
from wanking you off... you know how I like the feel of it... and we reckon
Simon's will be running wood by now..."

"Mine'll be nicely firm after watching Jake get to work on daddy's dong,"
Guy chuckled.  "So yeah... that'll be hot... the four of us sitting around
with our pork-swords raised high on full salute!"

"Actually, that'll be hilarious!" I grinned.  "Surely even Simon will be
enjoying the evening by now... especially after he's had a few beers down
him!"

"So let's say he's sat right next to me with his foot-long stickin' out
through his trouser fly," Guy proposed, "d'you reckon he might be up for me
reachin' across and givin' it a rub?!"

I nodded.  "We could set it up so that the next card dares you to do just
that!"

Guy wavered, mulling the idea over, before saying, "No... on my turn the
card says I have to admit something secret.  So I say, 'I like how you guys
are so chilled with each other that you can do sex stuff together without
it being a big deal.  I think it's awesome, actually.'"

"Would you like me to ask you if it's something you'd want to do yourself?"

"Yeah," he nodded.  "And I'll be like, 'I reckon I could... I think me and
Simes are cool enough for it not to be a big deal.'"

"Okay," I chuckled, fairly sure that his son would by now be realising
where the evening was heading.

Guy went on, "So the next card he takes dares him to wank me off.  I reckon
by then he'd be up for it... he's seen you guys doing it... heard that I'm
okay with it.  He'll probably lean over and give daddy's thick dick its
first taste of son-stroke!"

Jake grinned over at him, acknowledging the pun while he took another swig
of his beer.  Then he said, "If you can get him wanking you off, I reckon
you'll have him sucking your cock after a couple of weeks."

Guy nodded enthusiastically, no doubt envisaging many pleasant evenings to
come in which his son would be kneeling in front of him, bobbing merrily at
his crotch.

"Full anal intercourse will take rather a lot longer," I suggested.

"I don't mind if we don't fuck.  To be honest, I mainly want him to suck my
cock if he's home and I'm horny."

"You really don't like having to use your own hand," I chuckled.  Guy would
only rarely masturbate so, when we did get together, he was always
extremely horny and desperate for us to have sex.

"It just seems such a waste... me jazzin' my dick off while he's in the
next room with a nice wet gob that could be slurping up and down it!"

Jake asked, "Would you suck him off?  I mean, if he did the same you...?"

"Come on, I'm not selfish," Guy shrugged as if it was a ridiculous
question.  "I worked on an oilrig, mate... I know how give and take works!"

Jake smirked, "So if eventually Simon were to let you fuck him, would you
be okay with him doing the same to you?"

"'Course I would," laughed Guy.  "He's got a lovely round arse and when he
bends down you can see the tightest little pussy hiding between his cheeks.
He could have his turn on my bigger, hairier version, as long as he bends
over for his old fella and lets me baste off up his!"

"Does he have anal sex with his friends?" I asked.  "If he enjoys
intercourse with them, he'll be more open to the idea of doing the same
with you."

"I really don't know," Guy mused, his eyebrows furrowing with thought.  "I
mean, sexually, he's incredibly secretive... apart from all the wanking off
he does when he's on his own in his room."

"Does he look at males or females when he masturbates?" I queried.

"I don't even know that... he passwords all his devices and these days you
don't find dirty mags in lads' rooms.  He has a lot of mates he hangs about
with but there isn't a particular guy he mentions more than the others.  He
talks about having girlfriends but I think they're just girls he's friends
with, not girls he's dating."

"I reckon he's straight," Jake observed, before treating us to an
especially noisy belch.  "When we used to wank off, he never even once
suggested we did anything more so I think he's into girls but probably just
too shy to ask any of them out."

"Or maybe he was just too shy to ask you?" I suggested.

"Maybe," Jake shrugged.  "But he'd always get really uptight about gay
stuff.  I mean, at scout camp and stuff when lads were messing around,
Simon would get all prissy even when it was just meant as jokes."

I took a drink from my wine and when it became clear that there was no
further speculation to be had about Guy's son's sexuality, I decided I'd
summarize the course of action we'd now agreed.

"So stage one of our plan is for us to play a game which gets increasingly
sexual on Friday night after Simon has had a couple of drinks.  We get him
comfortable with the idea that it's perfectly natural for fathers and sons
to enjoy a physical connection, and then we see if he's willing to
masturbate his dad."

"Or just touch my prick," Guy clarified.  "See what it feels like..."

Jake nodded before suggesting, "Maybe pull your foreskin back... see
daddy's one-eyed monster!"

"If I'm boned, my skin'll already be right back and my chub-end'll be out
like a big red lipstick!  Maybe he could touch it and make me wince from
how sensitive it is... that could be kinda funny... having him touch his
dad's cherry-popper to see how much I shudder!"

I coughed, wanting to get back to formulating our plan.

Then I continued, "How successful we are during stage one determines how we
progress things thereafter.  We'll reassemble before he comes around for a
second visit so we can decide how we're going to proceed during stage two."

"Fuckin' hell!" Guy laughed.  "This is like 'Operation: Simon'!"

"Wasn't a free holiday mentioned for the four of us if we can get him to
first base?" Jake chuckled as he reached for another bottle of beer.  At
the Travel Lodge Guy had specified a number of destinations depending on
how receptive Simon was to getting frisky with his dad.

"Yeah, that's the deal," Guy agreed.  "If he admits he likes the idea, we
go to Paris.  If he gropes me, Barcelona.  A handjob, New York.  L.A. if he
gobs me off."

"And a butt-fuck gets us to the moon," Jake laughed.

"There's no way in hell he's gonna be up for doing that so soon, but if by
some surreal turn of events he does end up taking a stiff one up the arse,
I'll dip into my savings and we'll go to Australia."

"Wow!" I grinned over at Jake.  "We've really got to make this work!  We
could go and pay your cousin Shane a visit while we're out there."

"Okay, you're on," Jake chuckled.  "Let 'Operation: Simon' commence!"

===

A few hours later, I was sprawled on my bed with my large cock standing
upright, its round helmet full and shiny, and my face enveloped by Guy's
big backside.  His lush hairy crack was smothering my nose and mouth, the
two cheeks he sits on pressing into those I blush with and his two bollocks
resting heavily on my chin.  I was revelling in a long, leisurely face-sit,
sniffing my boyfriend's deliciously pungent rear while my tongue was
savouring the meaty flavours of his opening and teasing the delicate
flanges surrounding it.

Suddenly I heard Jake's voice as he strolled into my bedroom.  "You fellas
up for some fun?  I'm horny as fuck!"

He saw Guy squatting over my face, his own cock as excited as mine and
curving upwards between his legs, and laughed, "Aw yeah... nice one!  You
mind if I join in with big boys?"

"Fine by me," Guy chuckled.  "Your dad can't reply, what with his tongue
being shoved up my arse, but I reckon he'll be okay with it!"

"What do you think, dad?" my son asked as I nuzzled deeper into Guy's
wonderfully flavoursome butt-cleft.  He'd been out on a job today, plumbing
in a new build, and his arse gets especially sweaty and musky after a day
of manual labour.

"Okay, let your cock answer," Jake said when it became clear that my mouth
was currently for rimming and not for talking.  "One twitch means yes, two
twitches no."

I twitched my cock just once and Jake laughed, "Cool!  Let's have a bit of
fun!"

Jake stripped off the t-shirt and shorts he'd been about to sleep in,
saying, "I was just gonna have a wank and then I thought why am I lying
here rubbing one out when the good stuff's going on next door?"

"See, that's exactly how I want Simon to start thinking.  There's a nice
wet mouth waitin' for him in his dad's bedroom... as long as whatever I do
for him, he does back to me."

"How d'you want me, then?" Jake asked.

"Suck my cock while your dad eats my arse out."

"Yeah, and what's in it for me?"

"You could stoop over him," Guy suggested.  "Frot your cocks together while
you get to work gobbin' down on mine."

That sounded interesting.  I'd never frotted properly with Jake and, with
the thick girth of his erection and the veiny roughness of its shaft, I
thought it would be most arousing for us to thrust our two large manhoods
together.

But Jake seemed rather less impressed.  "I'm not really into dick-on-dick
stuff.  I don't mind a sword-fight but that's more of a two-way thing."

"Well, sit on his cock, then," Guy tried instead.  "Slide your arse up and
down on it while your mouth does the same to mine!"

"Will you wank me off if I do that, dad?" Jake asked.  "Stroke my dick same
speed as I'm butt-pumping yours?"

I managed a muffled 'mmmm' in response as I basked in tongue-fucking my
boyfriend's behind, but Jake needed further clarification.

"Come on, one twitch yes, two twitches no."

I twitched my cock upwards and held it fully engorged above my stomach.
Jake laughed at how high his dad's big hard-on was hoisted, with the head
of it pulsating expectantly at the prospect of being smothered by his
lovely hot, slimy bum.

"Okay... so one twitch and a pearl of precum forming on the slit," he
chuckled.  "I'll take that as a very emphatic 'yes'!"

I felt him clamber onto the bed and was waiting for him to lower his
swollen opening down onto me, but instead I heard Guy say, "Wrong way
round, buddy... your dad's cock's that way..."

"I need a bit of lube," Jake replied.  "I'll hold my cheeks open... see if
you can spit on the bullseye!"

Guy chortled and then hocked up a thick gob of phlegm from his throat.
After three or four violent spits they both laughed and Guy called out,
"That's got it... right in the fuckin' brownie!"

Jake pushed his luck a bit further and said, "Lick it in for me... go
on... tongue it right into the hole...!"

"I'm not gonna lick your arse!" Guy laughed.  "It's not like you're
offerin' me a fuck!"

"Rub it in with your fingers, then," Jake suggested.  Then he moaned gently
and gasped, "Aw yeah... that's nice... work it deep!"

"It's like fingering a pussy," Guy giggled, as he slowly teased my son's
gaping arsehole.  "Only a pussy doesn't leave a stain on your fingers!"

"Fuckin' sniff it!" Jake urged him.  "Go on... lean in for a nice long
whiff while you're sliding in and out!"

I heard Guy snorting tentatively and then guffaw, "Oh Jesus!  It's strong
as fuck!"

"It's gonna get a lot stronger once it's got a cock the size of my dad's
shagging in and out of it!"

"Feels nice, though," Guy decided as he continued fingering my son's
well-fucked bum.  "It's kinda soft and smooth like friggin' off a big
swollen minge!"

"It's a boy-cunt," Jake announced, swivelling himself around and applying
his slimy ring to the throbbing dome of my cock-head.  "Loadsa dudes my age
have massive mussies behind their bollocks... it's kinda cool in the gym to
see who has what..."

"Simon has a tight little starfish," Guy told him as Jake's backside
steadily consumed the full helmet of my cock.  "I guess that means he's a
virgin... at least as far as taking dick is concerned...?"

"Not necessarily," Jake replied, grunting a little as he lowered himself
down the thick shaft of daddy's dong.  "I know guys who regularly take cock
up their poopers and still have ringpieces that snap shut like clams..."

"I guess that figures... I've got an arsehole as tight as a knot even
though I let your dad have has way up it when he's been a good boy..."

"Not that often, then," Jake tittered as his buttocks finally pressed down
into the wiry tangle of my pubic bush.  His two big nuts flopped onto mine
and our hairy scrotums nuzzled affectionately together.

He paused for a few seconds with his arsehole squeezing as it struggled to
accommodate the broad circumference of my cock and then said, "Okay... you
ready for me to pong the whole fucking room out?!"

"I know your fuck-stink by now, mate," Guy laughed.  "It's ten times worse
than what I just smelled but I've gotta admit... it's seriously hot!"

"I'm just saying 'cause you guys were enjoying your slow, sensual face-sit
and then Jakey comes in and lets rip with his boy-cunt!"

"Go for it, buddy!  If it isn't making my eyes water you can't be doing it
right!"

Jake guffawed and then started sliding his slippery arsehole up and down my
rod.  The sensation was exquisite and I lapped my tongue more deeply up
into Guy's hot backside to yield a new cacophony of pungence, and then felt
Jake grab my hand and apply to his cock.

I wrapped my fingers around his fat veiny girth and started smoothly
masturbating his foreskin back and forth.  He gasped, "Yeah, that's it,"
and then I heard him gently moaning as he bent down to consume Guy's
curving manhood.  Soon his mouth was steadily munching up and down Guy's
thick cock as he gave my boyfriend head more assertively than he knew I
favoured when he was servicing me, and soon Guy's hips started to buck as
he drove himself in and out of my son's eager mouth.

We quickly established a brisk and energetic rhythm working together as a
threesome.  Jake pumped his backside roughly along the full length of my
cock and I wanked his own larger and veinier phallus with similarly
forceful tugs.  He sucked Guy's jabbing hard-on to match the thrusting of
the larger man's hips and even I, with my face pinned tightly under the two
flexing buttocks, lapped up into the hot slippery opening at the same rapid
tempo.

Even from underneath Guy's big arse I could smell my son's powerful anal
odour.  Jake's bum has its own characteristically sharp and noxious stink
which he flourishes with a delight that verges on pride, whether he's
perched on the toilet taking a dump with the bathroom door wide open, or
fingering himself on his bed and calling me in for a sniff.  I might find
it unpleasant - vulgar, even - if I didn't associate his feculent rear
emissions with the very enjoyable act of sliding my penis in and out of his
bum.

"Aw Jesus!" Guy laughed, sniffing with delight at the overwhelming stench.
"The stink from your backdoor, Jakey boy, could stink the Albert fuckin'
Hall out!"

"I can't help it!" my son chortled, pulling his mouth from Guy's cock
momentarily.  "I just have a really smelly arse!  Bum sex for me always
smells really strongly of my crud!"

"It's rancid as fuck but it gets me so fuckin' horny!" Guy told him as the
lurching of his hips told me that Jake's mouth was back working his cock.
"You'd have been no good on the oilrig, though... if a bloke tried to have
sly one up your dumpster after lights-out, that shit-stink of yours
would've woken up the whole bunk-room!"

Jake murmered with amusement as he sucked up and down Guy's thrusting cock
and we fell back into our former rhythm, working our three bodies as one as
we bucked together in vigorous unison.  Jake's fat-lipped arsehole slid up
and down with cheerful gusto, its unapologetic stench steadily intensifying
from the glistening skid-marks left behind on my cock.  My hand worked
rapidly to pleasure my son's own rock-hard organ and his mouth slurped and
splattered as it furiously sucked Guy's.  My tongue jabbed roughly in and
out of the same man's hot, tight arsehole, now no longer gently rimming him
but frantically tongue-fucking up into his rectum as deep as I could push
it.

"Aw yeah, this is nice, isn't it?" Guy muttered contentedly.  "You guys
work so well together... I guess it's instinctive..."

Jake and I started accelerating our pace together, gathering momentum
towards a climax that I hoped the three of us would enjoy as one.

"That's it... yeah... let's start speeding it up a bit... you guys just
know what to do... you're so in tune with each other..."

I lunged my hips upwards to meet the quickening wallops of Jake's bum, my
bloated shaft sweeping relentlessly back and forth through his puckered
gape.  At times like this, when I'm fucking another man with such a rapid
and unfaltering rhythm, my cock feels like the piston of a steam engine
hammering frantically in and out of his long, deep arse-shaft.

"Cor... look at your dad's thick cock drillin' your massive hole... what a
fuckin' sight..."

Jake slammed his arse down faster and I drove harder upwards to force my
straining organ as deeply into him as I could.

"You guys are such a good match," Guy panted, with my son now sucking hard
at his erection with noisy persistence.  "I mean... your dad's knob fits
your shit-chute so snug.  Jesus... look at it shaggin' in and out... made
to fuckin' measure..."

Guy bucked his hips in powerful lunges, grabbing Jake by the head and
roughly fucking his slobbering mouth.  I rolled my tongue into a tube and
let him frig his own arsehole with it.  He heaved his big solid rump down
onto my gasping face and then thrust himself upwards to ram his cock
urgently against the back of my son's throat.

"This is what I want with Simon!" Guy cried out.  "Me and him like
this... working with each other..."

Jake made a muffled moaning sound and I knew that Guy was filling his mouth
with cum.  I heard Jake fart which usually means he's about to climax
himself and then felt the rush of his semen as he soaked my wrist and
forearm with his hot sticky goo.  I kept wanking him as I squirted my own
seed in thick jets deep up into his bowels.  I found myself wondering what
my sperms would make of their landing ground; whether they'd recognise the
place as having grown from one of their own.

===

The three of us relaxed together after our very enjoyable interconnected
intercourse, lounging on my bed and all smelling very strongly of Jake's
bum.  My cock was smeared heavily with his shit, but changing his nappies
many years earlier had made me unconcerned by that, and he kept having to
wipe his arse as he occasionally farted out my spunk, much to Guy's
amusement as the only one to have emerged with his cock and bum largely
unsullied.

"That was hot," Jake chuckled to Guy.  "Me and dad usually do each other
from behind.  I've never ridden him before... it felt really nice,
actually..."

"I'd like to ride you, in that case," I said.  "Perhaps next time Guy stays
over..."

He nodded enthusiastically.  "Yeah, me lying down on my back like you were
just there... you crouched over me, straddling my cock... with Guy's cock
in your mouth and my tongue up his arse."

"How about I swivel 'round when we do it?" Guy suggested.  "You suckin' my
cock, Jake... your dad's face in my bum...?"

"You don't like it when I rim you out?" my son asked, sounding surprisingly
hurt.

"I do, yeah," Guy quickly clarified.  "It's just your dad likes the
intimacy of having his mouth on my arsehole.  Since me and him are... you
know... together, it's nice for him to have my butt-cheeks around his face
if that's what he likes."

"Okay," Jake shrugged.  "You can squat over my chest and face-fuck me while
dad gets all sensual licking out your hairy duff."

Guy chuckled.  "It's so nice that the three of us can do this... have the
most amazing sex together and then slouch around like three mates chatting
about what we're going to do next time."

"Jake and I keep it very casual," I said.  "I think making our sex just a
thing we sometimes do is how it works for us."

"That's how I want it to be between me and Simon... a bit like playing golf
or going fishing..."

"Yeah, and then doing each other up the butt... just your typical dad and
son hobby, really," Jake nodded dryly.

"Fuck off!" Guy laughed, realising that my son was taking the piss.  "You
know what I'm tryin' to say!"

I chuckled as I got up off the bed, amused by Jake's sarcasm, and asked,
"Do you fellas want a little nightcap while we unwind after our fun?"

When the answer was, as I'd expected, wholeheartedly positive, I went
downstairs to fix us all one last drink.

On returning, the two of them were sitting upright against the headboard
and the conversation had turned to the need for 'Operation: Simon' to have
a contingency plan.

"We need like a safety word or something," Jake was saying as I passed him
a short measure of scotch.  "If you decide you want to bottle it and the
gig's off, you say 'banana' to let me and my dad know we have to back off
from Simes."

"Perhaps we needed a coded expression like in the old spy films," I
suggested, putting Guy's cognac down on the bedside table and settling
myself down at the foot of the bed with a small glass of port.  "'The eagle
flies at midnight' perhaps..."

"That's so lame," Guy chuckled.  "Tell you what, if I think Simon's getting
freaked out and I want to back out, I'll scratch my nuts and say, 'Fuckin'
hell, my balls are itchy tonight!'"

"What if your balls really are itchy?" Jake asked, taking a much bigger
swig from his whiskey than I'd intended.

"Well, I'll still scratch them but I won't announce that I'm doing it."

"What are you hoping to achieve on Friday evening?" I asked Guy.  "I mean,
how far are you expecting thing to go?"

"Okay, so ideally, we'll all have a few drinks and get pretty relaxed, then
we'll play that game like we planned and you'll pull your dick out so Jakey
boy can wank you off.  If things are going well, Simon'll find it funny and
be interested that a dad and his son can be so cool with each other to do
something like that.  Then you and Jake can talk about how it's no big deal
and you do other stuff too."

"And if he's okay with that?" Jake asked.  "I mean, if he's asking
questions and looking like he thinks it's a pretty normal thing...?"

"Maybe you could tell him you suck each other's cocks...?"

"All right," I nodded.  "And if he seems relaxed with that?"

"Maybe you could show him...?"

"You said you didn't want us to do that," I reminded him.

"Yeah, don't just start with it like you did with me.  But if we get him
that far and he's looking like he's okay with it and seems genuinely
interested, then maybe Jake, you could suck your dad's cock and show Simon
it's really no big deal... just a son helping his old fella out..."

Jake looked unconvinced.  "He won't go blabbing his mouth off, will he?  We
still know the same people around town, I don't want everyone knowing that
my dad gets his dick out for me to suck him off."

Guy shook his head.  "If we get him that far, we can trust him not to go
mouthin' off.  Even if he's not interested in doing anything himself, if
he's cool with you guys doing it, he'll keep it quiet."

"Okay, so I have my penis out through my fly and Jake is very ardently
fellating me," I went on, "how do you hope this sequence of events will
conclude?"

"In a totally ideal scenario, I'd hope that Simon likes the idea... that he
thinks it looks natural and fun... and that he suggests me and him try the
same thing right there and then!"

"Oh my God... that'd be awesome," Jake laughed, downing the rest of his
scotch.  "You pair standing side-by-side with your cocks out and
boned... me and Simes bobbing away in front of you seein' who can be first
to get a mouthful of dad-cream!"

"Fuck yeah!" Guy chortled, his cock starting to swell bigger again.  "Then
we swivel you both 'round and bum you dead hard up your arses!  Find out
which one of you fuckers kicks out the most stink!"

"That'd be so fucking hot!" Jake guffawed.  "But it just isn't going to
happen... you might just possibly get him to wank you off, but I don't
reckon you'll get much more than that on the first attempt."

Guy nodded.  "If I'm being honest, I don't think I'll get much more than an
admission that he thinks you guys look cool getting sexy together and even
that's very unlikely knowing how prissy Simon is."

"We should sprinkle a few roofies into his booze... get him so off his head
that when he sees me and dad fooling around you can just reel him in!"

"I don't want to 'reel him in'," Guy snapped at him.  "I want this to be a
two-way thing... I don't want to force the lad and I sure as fuck don't
want to drug him."

"Hey, I was just joking -" Jake began but Guy continued his rant.

"Come on, Jake, I don't want him to look back on this and think that I made
him do stuff against his will.  He's got to want it to... just like you are
with your dad..."

Jake went quiet, staring at his empty drink, so I smiled and said, "It's
going to be rather a challenge to make Simon feel that an idea like this
was, at least in part, his own."

"I'm not saying that - I'm just saying he's gotta be up for it, that's
all," Guy asserted.  "If we fuck this up I could end up with him hating me
so much that I lose him as a son... maybe even for good."

"In that case, I suggest we tread very carefully and we follow your idea of
abandoning the plan altogether if the young man gives any sign of alarm."

"'Operation: Simon' is gonna be fucking difficult to pull off," Jake
observed.  "But, come on, guys!  Let's do this... we can make it work!"

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