Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2017 18:03:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Robert Furlong Subject: Operation: Simon (Part 2) OPERATION: SIMON (PART 2) by Robert Furlong === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com === "Well, this is nice," I smiled, taking a sip from my drink as the four of us sat around in silence. It was Friday evening and Guy had brought his son Simon around for stage one of what we were calling 'Operation: Simon'. After I'd told Guy that my twenty-one-year-old son and I had started having occasional low-key sex together, his initial surprise had given way to a burning desire for his own adult son Simon to enter into a similar arrangement with him. He wanted to keep things casual, just like Jake and I were, and hoped that they might start by masturbating each other, moving on to trade blowjobs when the young man had become more comfortable about using his father sexually. My friend even confessed that he'd eventually like to crank things up between him and Simon to include full penetration, with the two of them taking turns to offer their rears for the other's relief when neither of them were in involved with other people. Since Jake and I were by then already well acquainted with the pleasures to be had from each other's backsides, we'd readily agreed to help our friend achieve his somewhat unorthodox aim. We figured it would take several evenings of persuasion, not to mention a steady supply of alcohol, for the twenty-one-year-old to recognise the sexual potential of the burly man whose bedroom door was just a few feet along the corridor from to his. After all, Simon was Jake's old school-friend and my son recalled him getting uptight at scout-camp when boys were playing around together. And Guy was well aware that his son was sexually quite prudish and that one ill-considered move could send the young man literally running out of the door. That first Friday evening was supposed to have involved the four of us playing a 'do-or-dare' game using a pile of cards which I'd carefully arranged beforehand. Jake and I would take cards which would require us to get touchy-feely with one another in the hope that Simon, when it was his turn, would be willing to get similarly frisky with his own old man. Drinks would continue flowing freely and the idea was that by the end of the evening the four of us would be enjoying some heavy foreplay together in two very attractive father-son pairs. I'd thought it possible that Simon might go as far as masturbating his dad's large thick cock poking through his fly, while Jake's fist was similarly thumping against my trouser front as he attended to mine. Guy had been hoping for rather more and envisioned Simon being taught by Jake how to give a paternal blowjob. He desperately wanted the evening to culminate with him and I standing side-by-side with our two sons kneeling before us eagerly bobbing their heads up and down our spit-soaked erections. But things hadn't gone according to any of our plans. First off, Simon had refused to join us for a drink. Guy had stupidly let Simon drive the two of them over without thinking through that he'd want to stay sober so he could drive them back home. Secondly, Simon had refused to play the game we had meticulously planned. He'd scoffed something about it being juvenile and no amount of persuasion would convince him that it might be fun. "Well, this is nice," I repeated, looking around at the other three sitting apart in uncomfortable silence. "Last time I saw you, Jake," Simon said, glaring at my son, "you'd just finished doing my dad up the butt." Simon peered across at me to assess my reaction. He was dressed more casually than I'd expected, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but he still parted his hair like a kid in a school photo and the thick-rimmed glasses he was wearing made him look like a nerd. When I just smiled pleasantly back, as if he'd merely complimented my choice of curtains, he looked disappointed and stared instead at his tumbler of fruit juice. "Yeah, it's nice to reminisce," Jake nodded. "But, like I told you at the time, your dad mainly fucked me." "And are you okay with that?" Simon asked me directly. He seemed determined that I would be shocked by Jake's actions and was perhaps hoping I would create a scene. I shrugged. "I guess. Me and your father are in a relationship... I think he's already told you about that?" Simon nodded and I went on, "Well, although we're developing feelings for one another, in terms of sexual commitment we're very relaxed. I have fun with other people and your dad does too. If that includes playing around with Jake sometimes, then we're both okay with that." "You don't mind that your... well... boyfriend... is having sex with your son?" "Not really," I shrugged again. "We have fun together in various combinations." "You got a hang-up about the gay thing?" Jake asked him. "Of course I haven't!" Simon snapped. "I'm pleased my dad and your dad have found -" "At scout camp and when some of us guys had stopovers," Jake cut in, "you always got freaked out about gay stuff, even when it was just for jokes..." "And you never asked yourself why?" "Not really," Jake shrugged. "I just figured you weren't comfortable seeing dudes messing around together." "You never thought that maybe I was enjoying it a bit too much... that maybe I was worried you guys would see... well... how much I liked it...?" "Oh," Jake replied flatly, before correcting himself to a more encouraging, "Oh!" I looked over at Guy and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk. He didn't seem particularly surprised - after all, he'd been wondering about his son's sexuality for some time. Instead he took Simon's admission as a foreshadow of positive developments in 'Operation: Simon'. "So all the times we used to wank off together," Jake smiled more affectionately at his old school-friend, "you were kind of enjoying it on more than one level?" Simon blushed as if ashamed to have the room know that he used to rub his cock alongside my son, so I smiled over at him and said, "We all masturbate, Simon... I rather enjoy a good wank myself from time to time!" He smiled a little as if pleased by my admission and nodded to Jake, "I guess so... and I suppose, from what my dad told me about you, that you were enjoying it in pretty much the same way." "I dunno," Jake replied. "I swing both ways these days, but back then I only fantasized about girls." "But you do have sex with your buddies at uni? The boys, I mean..." "Yeah, some of them," Jake agreed. "I have a girl I'm seeing - Ellie - but I play around with dudes too... just for fun..." Simon smiled. "It sounds really cool. Some of the stuff my dad told me... I'd love to be part of a group of mates like that..." I decided to ask a question I thought might embarrass the young man. "Have you ever... er... kissed a boy, Simon?" He laughed like only an idiot would ask such a stupid question. "Of course I have! I might not be as confident as Jake about sexual stuff, but I have actually had a few guys in my bed!" "You butt-fucked?" Jake asked, succinctly articulating what I was thinking and Guy probably was too. Simon was initially thrown by the frankness of the question but then looked around and seemed to decide that in company like ours he might as well be honest. He admitted, "Yeah... I didn't think I'd like it but... well... turns out that I do!" "Plug or socket?" Jake asked, again speaking for the room. "Oh, very much socket," Simon smiled. "I tried being the plug but... let's just say... I wasn't too keen!" "Really?" Guy chipped in, his face suddenly serious. "You only like taking it up you?" "Yeah, I'm sorry, dad... you probably think it's not manly for me to prefer it that way... but I just... I dunno... I find I really enjoy it!" "No, I think it's great, son," Guy was quick to clarify. Jake and I smirked at each other, knowing full well the reason for his interest, as he went on, "If that's how you like it, that's how you should do it... don't... you know... force yourself to try and like it the other way..." "What about you, Jake?" Simon asked. "I know how you did it with my dad, but what do you normally prefer... plug or socket?" "Definitely plug," Jake grinned. "And it's a fucking big plug!" "Yeah, I remember," Simon smirked back at him. "Big and thick." "You got a boyfriend?" Guy asked his son. "Or a fuck-buddy or bum-chum or whatever you guys call it these days?" "'Boyfriend' will do fine, dad," Simon chuckled. "But no, there's no-one special right now. I guess I'm more interested in playing around like Jake does... get some experience... see what sort of stuff I like..." Guy grinned broadly at the reply which was clearly exactly what he'd been hoping for. "Well, you know... you can get experience in lots of different ways... sometimes where you're not expecting it." Simon ignored his dad's oblique reference to his own sexual availability and instead asked Jake, "What do you and your mates get up to? Is it the sort of stuff you did with my dad?" "Naah... that was pretty heavy... usually we just dick around... get pissed and see what happens..." "But what sort of stuff do you like?" "I've got some movies I recorded upstairs on my tablet. Just me and different dudes playing around together... you'll see what we do better than I can describe it!" Simon didn't need asking twice. He quickly leapt to his feet and was urging Jake to show him. I noticed as the two of them lumbered out of the room together, giggling and teasing each other like they used to when they'd been best friends at school, that Simon's jeans were sticking prominently outwards while my son's naturally large bulge was looking particularly thick and solid. === "You didn't seem surprised to hear Simon announce that he's gay," I said to Guy as I brought him another beer from the fridge. "We chatted earlier," he nodded, pouring the drink into his glass. "He was asking loads of questions about us and even more about Jake's being bi. Well, not so much about the bi part but more the stuff he does with other lads." "Did you tell him what Jake and I get up to?" I asked, sitting back down on the sofa. "No, of course not. We've got to play that side of things carefully... especially if me and him are gonna join you pair for some daddy-son fun..." "And you're still keen for that to happen? Even though Simon's gay...?" "Even more so!" Guy chortled. "The gay thing can only work in my favour. He clearly likes havin' some fun with a bloke's cock... turns out I've got a nice big hairy one for him to get busy with!" "Don't you worry that because he's gay he might... I dunno... find having sex with you more emotionally difficult?" "Why would he?" Guy laughed more loudly. "I'm his dad for fuck's sake... he's hardly gonna fall in love with me!" "I didn't really mean that. I just wondered if he might not find it as easy as Jake does to separate the purely recreational sex we enjoy with the emotional relationship he has with his girlfriend." "So Simon'll play around with me and get the emotional stuff from some cute boy he falls for... I don't see what's different!" "Okay," I smiled. "I guess it might work like that... it's worth giving it a try!" "It'll be worth it all right," Guy grinned. "Having a cock-hungry gob on tap in the bedroom next to mine... probably his tight little chuff too when daddy's been good!" "You seem a lot more keen to include anal..." Guy smirked more broadly. "You heard what he said... he's definitely a socket! Sounds like I wouldn't have to take turns... I'd get to sit in the backseat every time!" "So how do we move things on?" I asked. "Stage one of 'Operation: Simon' has basically been a complete disaster!" "I want him to see my cock. Maybe not tonight... well, definitely not tonight the way things have panned out... but if he somehow sees his dad with a great fuckin' hard-on stickin' right out from his bollocks, I reckon he'll like it and he'll start wanting to do stuff with it..." "He's never seen you with an erection?" "Not as far as I can remember," he affirmed. "I think he'll like what he sees... I mean, it's really thick and pretty long and the head of it looks massive when I pull the skin right back!" "I'm sure he will," I chuckled. "I certainly do!" He smiled at the compliment. He knew I adored his big meaty cock almost as much as I adored the man attached to it. "So how will you expose yourself? You don't want to appear to come on too strongly..." He nodded. "I dunno... maybe saunter out of my bedroom in full buff first thing in the morning when I can hear him coming out of his... or sit on the loo with the door open, which I sometimes do, only this time with my big curvin' schlong standing up for him to gawk at!" "Sounds irresistible!" I laughed with only a hint of irony. "If he likes the look of it, I'll ask him if he fancies a feel... and if he likes the feel of it, I'll see if he wants a little taste..." "And if he likes the taste of it?" "Then an extremely mutually beneficial arrangement is born!" We chuckled together, taking a drink from our glasses, and for the first time I could actually picture the two of them having sex. They would be laughing as they boisterously wrestled together, both naked with erections raised high and proud. They'd be lunging and grabbing at each other, the way Jake and I sometimes do when he's just home from uni, until frantic grappling would give way to panting and moaning as the son eagerly consumed the father's broad thrusting girth. "Hey - you smell that smell?" Guy suddenly exclaimed. He sniffed the air inquisitively and I did the same. There was a faint, slightly abrasive aroma gathering in the room. As I inhaled more deeply, both intrigued and aroused by it, it steadily developed into a thicker and more fulsome odour, becoming progressively more crude and pungent. "That's Simon," Guy said simply. "His cunt." "Do you think he's -" "Either he's just taken a massive dump in your bog, or he's taking something massive of Jake's up his dumpster." "Do you think they're... well...?" Guy sniffed the gathering anal fug, trying to identify more precisely its murky source. Its flavours were now irrefutably faecal, but its appeal was growing still more enticing. Soon the two of us were snorting curiously at an odour that was increasingly evocative of the back of a young man's underpants - rich with his sweat and ripe with his skid-marks. "Jake's got his cock up laddo's chuff," Guy stated. "It's different to his bog-stink... more sexy and musky..." "It's rather lovely," I chuckled, savouring the intensifying aromas that were becoming more overtly sexual. "There's a warmth to it... a sort of savoury nuttiness..." This was male fuck-odour at its most intriguing and, being so much more mellow than the nosehair-singeing stink that my son's cock-pummelled rear can kick out, it was obvious that it was Simon's buggered backside that was producing such delicious brown aromas. "Well at least we know he can take a big dick," Guy observed, sounding far more irritated than pleased. "I bet he's like a fuckin' dog on heat with his arse stickin' up while your Jake does him on the bed!" "I'll go upstairs and check," I suggested. "It might not be what it seems..." I stood up and walked over to the living room door with Guy complaining, "This is fuckin' great, isn't it?! I was supposed to be the one gettin' his first handjob from sonny-boy, but I end up left on my own with my knackers aching!" "I'll be back soon," I grinned. "Just try to enjoy the odour... it could soon be your cock that's producing it!" I crept upstairs as quietly as could, determined to catch the boys doing whatever it was they were doing. The higher I got, the stronger the gamy stink became until it was so rich and fetid that its origin was unmistakable. Along the darkened corridor, where the light was spilling out from the doorway, I was sure that Simon's backside was straining to take a part of my son that even my own more experienced rump could sometimes struggle to contain. "Is that okay?" I heard Jake mutter in a low voice. "It's all the way in again..." "Yeah, it's fine," Simon replied quietly. "Just leave it in like that... let me get used to it a bit..." You dirty fucker, Jake Furlong, I chuckled to myself. Leave you alone for just ten minutes with a nice respectable young man and you end up with him bent over and your cock shoved up his arse! "You like the feel of it, though?" my son queried. "Yeah, it feels really nice but it's just so big! My tiny little ringpiece feels like it's splitting!" "Is the biggest one you've ever had up you?" "By a long stretch. I thought my mate Scott's was thick but yours is like... Jesus! I feel like I'm having a baby!" Jake laughed before reminding him, "You always used to say how thick my dick was when we wanked off together!" "I never thought I'd end up with the huge thing pushed all the way up my arse!" I sniffed again at the lovely masculine pungence that I now knew to be Simon's distinctive fuck-odour. Every man who I've anally penetrated has produced his own characteristic smell and Simon's, to my nose, was especially pleasant. I was suddenly reminded of the times it had been our turn to do Jake's football team's laundry and the similar stink of masculine soilage when I opened the bag of dirty shorts and jockstraps. "As you get more horny, you'll start to relax and enjoy it..." my son muttered to his new-found butt-buddy. "Okay, so get me horny... show me a good clip..." I heard a device being swiped and tapped and then Jake say, "This is my mate Will... and this is the two of us messing around, trying to push our cocks into each other's mouths..." "Aw yeah... look at his big knackers!" Simon chortled. "That's a really nice pair of bollocks he's got bouncing around!" "And that guy there is my friend Marcus... in a minute he tackles Will from behind and manages to ram his cock up his butt!" "I've so got to see that... Jesus! You guys look so amazing together..." "You getting horny yet?" Jake asked. "Come on, I want to bum you properly!" "Look at that... I can't believe you just licked Will's arse-crack... was that an accident? Oh my God! Now you're tonguing his hole!" I inched along the corridor, wondering how the two of them were positioned, with the smell of Simon's cock-clogged arsehole growing thicker and even more intense. It was so delicious that my mouth was watering and my briefs were struggling to contain my mounting excitement. I was thinking about how nice it would be to enjoy this same bummy stink with my own erection filling the hole that Jake's would shortly be vacating. Even if Guy didn't succeed in his plan to have sex with his son, I hoped that somehow my cock would follow Jake's larger girth and evoke the same alluring odour from the young man's rear. "Come on!" Jake urged him. "You must be ready by now... I wanna get started..." "Do you end up doing Will too? Can we skip ahead to that...?" I decided I needed to see what was going on but that it would be unfair not to give them a warning, so I called out, "What are you boys up to in here?" and then strolled as casually as I could into Jake's room. Although there was a scuffle of activity as I entered, I was surprised to find both lads fully dressed. Simon was slouched over Jake's desk, leaning on his elbows while a movie played on the tablet propped up in front of him. My son was standing right behind his bent-over back, looking tall and lithe as he stood straight upright above him. Jake smirked naughtily over at me and I threw him a small suspicious smile in return. I noticed that the front of his jeans was pressing firmly into the seat of Simon's, but the hurried adjustment of clothing that had greeted my entry concealed what was going on between bulge and buttocks. Simon gawped back at me, shocked, and his face rapidly flushed pink. He switched off the movie he'd been watching and muttered, "Oh... er... sorry, Mr Furlong... I was just checking out some stuff of Jake's." Neither boy moved but stayed put in their odd position: Simon bending over the desk with Jake standing behind him with his crotch pressed into the back of Simon's jeans. In spite of their attempts to cover what they were doing, I could tell that Simon's jeans were pulled down at the back. If the strongly anal smell in the room wasn't giveaway enough, the way they didn't move apart convinced me that under the folds of their clothing the two of them were joined together by a good ten inches or so of flesh-on-flesh. I chuckled. "I just wondered if you boys wanted your drinks bringing up?" "No, that's okay," Jake replied, not moving an inch from where his crotch was snug with Simon's bum. "We'll be back down a few minutes..." "You don't have to stand to attention," I grinned at my son. "Feel free to... you know... just relax and move apart!" "No, we're good," Jake smirked back, recognising that I had him figured out. "We're just chilling together... one behind the other... the way guys do!" I glanced at the drapes of fabric which were attempting to hide Jake's plug buried in its entirety up Simon's socket. My son grinned at me and then noticed the large sausage-shaped mound pushing my trouser zipper prominently outwards, and then broke into a broad smile which told me that he was up for us both having some fun with Simon. I went on, "I actually came up because there's a bit of a smell. It's very noticeable in here... a sort of pungent smell... intriguingly musky..." Simon blushed again, his eyes wide and willing me to leave, as he remained bent over and sprawled out across the desk. "I've no idea what it is," said Jake with a naughty leer. "There's nothing in here that might remotely make a smell like that." "You're sure you boys aren't... well... interconnected under those strategically placed t-shirts?" "I don't know what you mean, Mr Furlong," Simon quickly stammered, so I reached out and pushed the folds of their clothing apart. Their t-shirts parted to reveal exactly what I'd expected: the thick base of my son's cock lodged snuggly between Simon's pale, dumpy buttocks. "Oh look at that!" I chuckled. "You boys have somehow managed to get yourselves locked together!" "Er... this is actually very private," Simon sputtered defensively. "Maybe you want to respect that?" But Jake just laughed at the very thought. "We don't have much privacy in this house, mate! In any case, my dad's hardly a stranger to stuff like this!" "I know but it's kind of personal... you know..." "'Stunning' is the word I'd use," I smiled, reaching down to gently stroke the cleaved-open crack where Jake's huge girth was firmly plugged. "It's really great to see you guys physically together like this... all the years you've been friends... all the good times you've shared..." "He's got his dick up my butt, that's all," Simon quipped. "I just wanted to know what a one as big as Jake's would feel like." "Well, it's something very special, in my opinion, and it's very lovely to see." "I reckon it'll be even more lovely when I start doing this," Jake grinned, grabbing Simon by the hips and starting to slide his cock in and out of the tight opening between his cheeks. "Your dad really doesn't wanna see this, Jake!" Simon gasped, his eyes livid and locked onto mine as he desperately wished me to leave them to it. "Oh, I think do!" I chortled. "And it certainly explains where the smell is coming from!" "Don't be vulgar," Simon snapped. "I can't help how it stinks!" "It doesn't stink," I told him, trying to sound soothing. "There's a powerful intimacy about two males being joined together like this... and the smell is part of that... part of its intensity..." "It's the smell of my bum," Simon grimaced, "and the stuff his cock's got sticking to it." "Perhaps," I conceded, "but both of those are incredibly intimate smells... probably the most private you can share with us. The mutual trust needed between two male partners during penetration gives the act so much meaning..." "Aw fuck!" Jake panted, driving in and out between Simon's buttocks with increasingly hard, rapid thrusts. "His arsehole's as tight as a clam!" "You really don't mind the smell?" Simon asked, for the first time smiling as he was roughly buggered by my son. "I like it," I smiled back. "It's your own special sexual odour and those of us who enjoy smelling our own will always find other men's exciting!" "Yeah?" he chuckled. "You like the smell of anal?" "I do," I admitted. "Especially your father's!" He clearly enjoyed that answer and started finally looking as if he was enjoying the fuck. So I asked, "Can I pull your jeans down a little, Simon? I'd like to make sure that you're fully aroused while my son pleasures your rear." "You wanna see my penis?" I nodded. "Very much so, yes." "Well, okay... but it's gross," he declared. "It's really thin and it grows so long it looks stupid!" "You've got to stop being so negative about yourself!" I smiled. "You're doing something really amazing with Jake... very intense and beautiful... and you just keep criticising your own body..." "But it's really -" "It's what it is, Simon. Let me see your cock and your balls... I'm sure both are absolutely gorgeous!" He nodded so I unfastened his button and zipper and pulled his jeans down around the tops of his thighs. The front of his tight-fitting boxer-briefs was struggling to contain the downward curve of what looked like a very prominent semi. They were a bright turquoise pair with a waistband which read 'Pink Hero'. "You fill your underpants very attractively..." "It's just too long," he muttered, as the front of his briefs pushed further outwards from the slow expansion of his organ becoming more solid inside. "When it's soft it's too small and when it gets hard it grows so ridiculously long!" I bobbed down in front of him, banging the back of my head against the edge of Jake's desk, and smiled, "Let me see it properly..." I hooked my index fingers in both sides of his boxers and started pulling them down. The front gusset smelled strongly and unequivocally boyish: of the piss his floppy cock had dribbled; of the sour musk its slippery head was exuding as his foreskin peeled back. There was the rich stink of his sweat around the twin bulges of his nuts and a fainter acrid odour evocative of semen, perhaps left behind on the material after a discreet discharge earlier that day. "When I was like fourteen," he was saying, "it used to grow to maybe six inches... these days it's just as thin but it grows about twice as long..." I peeled the front of his underpants down to release his organ and it flopped out, still drooping downwards but gaining slowly in length and firmness as I admired its shape. "It's very handsome," I told him, looking up at him smiling. "A lot of people greatly enjoy a long, thin penis." It jiggled around in front of my face as my son kept ramming his own much broader shaft in and out between his bum-cheeks. Simon smiled down at me, the two of us watching as it continued to grow, its expanding shaft starting to rise steadily upwards from the sensation Jake's pounding was giving his bum. "The guys I've hooked up with have all been much shorter but thicker... mine stands up nearly as high as my nipples but it has like half of their girth..." "We're all very different, Simon," I smiled back up at his face. "It's what makes sex with other men so varied and interesting..." I pulled his boxer-briefs further down, releasing his big hairy knackers and enjoying how they bobbed around to the rhythm of my son's cock. I hitched his shorts all the way down to his thighs so I could properly see how his manhood looked when exposed in full, being so strangely unlike what his father was packing down here and indeed so different in shape from any I'd seen before. "I'm getting a hard-on," he told me, for some reason feeling the need to explain the steady lengthening of his member. "Does yours grow hard when dad's behind you and... you know...?" "Of course," I chuckled. "I think that's how it's supposed to work." As I watched, his cock continued to grow and was soon was standing up on its own with the foreskin peeled right back. The pink helmet, like the shaft, was peculiarly long and was moist from his precum and waxy from his smegma. I sniffed eagerly at the blunt tip as it neared my face and basked for a moment in its sharp, sour odour. "I can't stop it..." Simon gasped, as if apologising for the state his cock was slowly getting into. "What Jake is doing... feels so good..." "You don't need to tell me!" I chuckled, enjoying the strongly musky reek of his swelling bell-end as it reached upwards, almost inquisitively, towards me. His cock looked very much like an elongated mushroom. Its lanky stalk was still growing and slowly stretching outwards and its cap was fattening and developing a pronounced flange around its rim. "Your penis is absolutely divine," I told him. "When I'm bending forwards for a boy like this... it sticks out as far as my knees..." he panted, as my son's thicker version rammed furiously in and out of his bum. "Would you like me to help you with it?" I asked him, with the strong-smelling head ready to push its way between my lips. "Yeah... but how can you?" he muttered. I chose to show him by opening my mouth and reaching forwards to consume him. His gorgeously long phallus slid across my tongue and down my throat with all the slick elegance of a snake down a hole. "Oh God, yes!" he gasped, letting me know that he was more than happy for me to fellate him. He grabbed my head between both hands and started gently working his slender organ back and forth. He'd clearly had his cock sucked by many a willing recipient, and the way he worked its bulbous helmet through my eager tonsils told me how much he enjoyed the feel of using a fellow male's mouth. "If you're gonna face-fuck him, do it properly," Jake commanded as his huge hard-on finally ceased its relentless pounding. "Thrust your hips rough and hard so your arse wanks me off while you do it." Simon gripped my head more firmly and started hammering his cock between my lips with strong, rapid strokes. He let out a series of trumpeting farts as his arsehole got used to bucking up and down on Jake's big manhood and I smiled as I let him use my face like a masturbatory aid, holding me steady and driving himself frantically in and out. "That okay?" he gasped breathlessly to my son. "Aw yeah!" Jake laughed, enjoying having his cock so vigorously ridden and taking his hands from Simon's hips. "I can just stand here while my knob gets butt-munched!" I had to agree that it was nice to make Simon do all the work. I reached down to unzip my trousers and extract my own throbbing erection through my barely-adequate fly. Then I wanked myself with long, powerful strokes as Simon's large lanky organ slid so smoothly through my mouth and back and forth down my throat. "Fart again," Jake ordered his friend, putting both hands behind his head as his huge man-meat was energetically stimulated by the frantic pummelling of the arsehole in front of him. "I love how it feels and how it stinks when it's out..." "No, it's vulgar!" Simon panted, clearly enjoying taking the lead and having his cock and bum worked at the same rapid rhythm. Just then I heard Guy's voice from the doorway call out, "What the fuck?!" Simon swivelled his head to peer wide-eyed at his father as his hips continued to thrust furiously back and forth. He kept pumping Jake's rock-hard shaft with his arse while his own slid relentlessly in and out of my mouth. Guy stared in disbelief at the vast girth of my son's penis as it kept emerging shit-streaked from Simon's bobbing bum, and then at his own son's thinner organ driving wet and frothy between my gaping lips. "I'm sorry dad... I just..." Simon gasped just as my mouth was filled in rapid squirts with his powerfully-flavoured cum. "You spunkin'?" Jake panted, as ever the attentive lover. Simon was too involved in his orgasm to reply so I let some of his semen bubble from between my lips so that Jake would see that my mouth was indeed being very copiously pollinated. My son chortled, "Fuck yeah!" as he watched his friend's long thin cock pump its astringent load into my gulping throat. Then he grabbed Simon by the hips and muttered, "Right, hold still!" before fucking him roughly to hasten the white-hot delivery of his own. "Fuckin' 'ell," Guy called from the doorway. "I mean... you know... don't mind me! Just go on with your fun... and yeah, wank yourself off, Rob! Just forget that I'm stood here like a prize fuckin' tit!" I took him up the offer to masturbate even more quickly and firmly, still feeding on his son's thick goo as it oozed from his slit and marvelling at its peculiarly acrid taste. Jake grunted as he started emptying his load up his friend's cock-crammed bowels and within seconds my self-induced orgasm had hit home and my big bell-end erupted with a creamy gusher of its own. We kept moving together for a good half-minute after Jake and I had cum. Jake kept sliding his thick prick ever more slowly in and out of Simon's butthole and I kept working my mouth up and down the young man's cock, determined to coax the last dregs of his seed out from his balls. Finally, our rhythm came to a stop and Guy applauded our efforts with an exasperated, "Jeez!" I pulled my lips from his son's long, softening shaft and asked, wiping his sperm from around my mouth, "What's up? Didn't you like our little show?" "You could've... I dunno... maybe let me join in?" "I'm sorry but you just happened to walk in on us at a moment that proved difficult to interrupt." "What about calling me up at the start? I mean, you left me sat downstairs like right fuckin' Charlie!" "It just sort of happened," Jake said, pulling his cock out of his old school-friend's arse and grabbing some tissue to wipe the worst of the stink off it. "One minute, buddy-boy here was bending over to watch one of my movies, the next thing... well... you kind of saw what happened next." "There was a bit in the middle," Simon added, grabbing some tissue for himself to wipe my slaver from his cock. "The part where I thought your dad was going to go mental about what we were doing but then he ended up ducking down to give me a blowjob." "Oh yeah, he does stuff like that," Jake chuckled. "Actually, he's a lot more likely to give a dude a blowjob than to go mental on him!" I smiled at him, flattered. "That's very sweet of you, Jake." "Did I miss anything else?" Guy asked. "I mean... anything... you know...?" "No," I smiled at him, "it was very much as you saw it. But after enjoying a little fun at our house tonight, Simon, I'm rather hoping that you won't be such a stranger in future..." "I wasn't expecting to do anything like this," Simon replied as he pulled his boxer-briefs back up. "But yeah... it was fun... a bit like the sort of fun I wanted Jake to show me on his movies." "I assume it was rather better to be an active participant, though?" I chuckled. "Loads better," he grinned. "I didn't know you guys got up to stuff like this..." "So you'll be up for having more fun with us?" I asked, flashing a look at Guy which his eyes told me he understood. "I mean, all four of us..." "Yeah, I guess," Simon nodded, now fastening his jeans. "You can show me more stuff you do... different ways you all hook up..." "Jake and his dad know some really good ways," his dad chipped in. "Some of them are pretty... er... unconventional..." "Sounds cool," Simon smiled, having no idea to what Guy was referring. I smiled back at him. "It'll be fun to show you... see if you and your dad would like to join in too..." === As Simon and Guy were getting ready to leave, we were able to joke together about what had just happened upstairs. Guy had become steadily less annoyed about being the only one not to have climaxed during the evening and by the time I was passing him and Simon their jackets, he was making fun of his son for having been such a tart with Jake. Simon hadn't seemed in any way embarrassed that my son had very pubicly fucked him up the bum, but had just shrugged and said, "Me and Jake are old school-friends, dad... pity we hadn't figured out the whole plug and socket thing a few years ago!" "You didn't need your old school-friend's dad to suck your cock while you figured it out," Guy had teased him. "That wasn't really my fault," Simon had chuckled, pulling on his jacket. "He just sort of bobbed down there and... well... he was kind enough to invite us over so it seemed impolite to stop him!" Once we were at the front door, I said goodnight to Simon and thanked him for opening up about his sexuality with us earlier. In the buzz of everything that had happened afterwards, the importance of his admission had been rather neglected. "I love how you and Jake are so cool together," Simon smiled at me. "Upstairs you were... I dunno... sort of 'in tune' with each other!" "Yes, sexually we've become very comfortable together," I nodded back at him, pleased that he'd noticed our special connection even if he had no idea of how deep our intimacy ran. "We've found ourselves to be surprisingly... er... compatible." "We even help each other out!" Jake chortled. He reached across and cupped his hand around the hefty bulge in the front of my trousers. He squeezed it a couple of times before giggling, "Daddy likes me to give him a hand sometimes!" Simon blurted out laughing and surprised me by reaching across to similarly grab at the front of his father's jeans. "Wonder which of our dads is the biggest handful!" Guy at first looked startled to have his son's hand groping his crotch, but then seemed realise what a gift he'd just been given in his mission to seduce his son. He managed to force a laugh and then came back with, "You might like how much of a handful it is!" We all chortled merrily as if father-son sex was such a ridiculous joke before Simon realised he'd left his car-keys on Jake's desk and went back upstairs to fetch them. "Looks like we're all going to Barcelona!" Jake grinned at Guy. "How's that?" Guy asked. "I got fuck all action the whole night!" "He just groped you, bozo! Barcelona here we come... all expenses paid!" "That wasn't a grope! That was just him being stupid!" "He did grope you, Guy," I chuckled at the sheer incredulity on my favourite man's face. "No doubt it wasn't quite what you had in mind, but it was very definitely a grope!" "Mind, you looked like you were gonna shit yourself at first," Jake laughed. "You sure you're really up for a taste of this dad-cest stuff?" "'Course I fucking am!" Guy snapped at him. "I just wasn't expecting it, that's all..." I suggested, "He's probably relieved to have finally come out about his sexuality. Maybe he feels now he doesn't have to be so reserved and secretive." "Okay... I guess a grope's a grope," Guy nodded glumly. "Our trip'll have to be a cheapie, though... I didn't say anything about price!" "A cheapie to where?" Simon asked brightly, having just bounded downstairs with his retrieved car-keys. "Barcelona," his dad replied. "You wanna come? Turns out I'm paying..." "What for real?! Then yeah... you can definitely count me in!" "Your dad's budget's a bit tight though," I warned him. "The four of us will have to share a room together." "Not a problem!" Simon beamed. "There'll be loads of hostels that have rooms with two sets of bunk-beds." As I saw them out I muttered to Guy, "I bet a few hostels also have rooms with two double beds." At first he gawped stupidly at me so I clarified quietly, "One bed for Jake and me to get cosy in... the other for you and Simon to have a little snuggle together during the long lonely Catalonian nights..." He grinned at me as Simon started up the car. "Fuck yeah! Might be worth the price of the trip after all!" "Yeah, me and dad'll lead the way on our bed," Jake chuckled, "then you pair can join in on yours and see how far he's willing to go!" Guy laughed, "How to make me leave your house with a boner, guys!" As he leaned in to give me a goodnight kiss, he chuckled, "Looks like 'Operation: Simon' just got back on track!" === To be continued === robert.furlong@rocketmail.com dirty-shorts.tumblr.com ===