Doubling Up Pt. 01

I pushed my bell-end a little further between Guy's hairy arse cheeks, squeezing his own cock more tightly as I did so. His hole felt moist and tight as I pressed my swollen helmet firmly into it. He turned and smirked reprovingly at me. His face told me this was as far as I was going to get.

Marcus started cumming first.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Oh sorry, mate! It's too late!"

But Jake was right behind him, clearly hugely turned on by the fact his friend's bum-cheeks were now pressing firmly into his own, pushing the huge, black phallus far deeper up into his bowels.

"I think we should go back to bed, Guy," I whispered, pulling out of him. "Give them a bit of privacy to clean up on their own."

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Back in bed, with the lads laughing and joking and flushing the toilet, I said to Guy, "I'd love to have a go of that."

"Not with me, mate," he guffawed. "You wouldn't get one of those things anywhere near my arsehole."

"No, not with you. I meant I'd like to do it like they did, going at it butt-to- butt on Jake's bed."

"With your kid's bezzie mate?" Guy chuckled. "Jake wouldn't let you anywhere near him! You saw what he was like when Marcus was flirting with Simon. He was well arsed off."

"No, I didn't mean I wanted to do it with Marcus," I said, smirking somewhat naughtily.

Guy looked at me first with puzzlement and then with impressed surprise. "Fucking hell, Rob! I never thought you'd be up for something like that!"

"Why not?" I laughed. "It's not like he or I would be touching at all. Well, just our bums, working against each other."

"Fuck me!" Guy laughed back. "I'd be up for seeing that. You and your kid slamming your arses into each other and having that big fuck-off dildo disappearing up your two holes!"

I chuckled at the thought of it and then asked, "Would it be really wrong, do you think?"

"Naah," Guy kept laughing. "Like you say, you wouldn't really be touching each other so it wouldn't be proper intimate. And if you did it with me and Marcus watching the two of you going for it, slapping your two big round arses together while we cheered you on, it'd be more like a joke. Less serious afterwards; no awkward silences and stuff."

I liked the idea of it. I liked it a lot.

Jake and I slapping our 'big round arses together' as Guy had put it; that huge black rubbery length joining the two of us together by our well-stretched buttholes. How amazing would that feel?

But how on earth could I suggest something like that to my son?

I'd have to pick my moment carefully. Phrase it, as Guy had said, in non-threatening and perhaps even light-hearted terms.

"Now, come on, Rob," he directed. "Bend over and shove your cute little tush out and let me work off this hard-on that seeing those two horny fuckers gave me."

I did as he said and got on all fours. Jake and Marcus had finished off in the bathroom and I heard their bedsprings creak again as they both got back into bed together.

My sex with Guy seemed quite unimaginative compared to what I'd just seen Jake and Marcus experiencing, and I kept thinking about the idea of using the double-ended dildo with my son's bum on the other end of it.

How wrong could it be? We'd masturbated together the first night that he and Marcus had had sex in the house and it'd seemed quite funny when we'd done that, standing in front of each other and whacking our fists up and down our large hard-ons in unison. I'd enjoyed that on another, deeper level too: I felt it strengthened the already rock solid emotional bond I have with Jake. I'd appreciated the moment as a deeply fraternal one, intensely grateful that we were so secure in our attachment for one another that we could enjoy pleasuring ourselves candidly and sexually in front of each other.

Guy worked up a steady rhythm and soon my own bedsprings were resuming the incessant squeaking that my son's had only just ceased. If the two lads weren't yet asleep they would hear that it was now our turn to enjoy a more restrained moment of intercourse as two older men.

As the room filled up with the strong smell of our sweating copulation, and its thickly pungent flavours wafted back down the corridor and into my son's bedroom, I heard Jake's bed-frame creak again as one of them got up to come and see what we were doing.

It was Marcus: I saw his blond curly hair as he peeped in at us through the open door.

I smiled at my son's university friend as he watched me being mounted from behind, enjoying the sensation of Guy's big cock pounding away inside me but wanting to delay masturbating so as not to hurry what was always a deeply profound moment for me.

Marcus grinned back, clearly liking how I looked: bending there on all fours with my erection throbbing and pointing forwards underneath my stomach and my big, heavy balls hanging down so low between my legs. I felt quite proud to allow him to see me being penetrated by Guy in this position: so excited as a man to be giving myself to another and enjoying without any shame or embarrassment the classical pose of the homosexual recipient.

Marcus edged forwards through the doorway and, in spite of his recent orgasm, I was pleased to see his cock standing upwards again. I nodded and smiled towards it and he took my gesture as permission to stroke it, gently easing his foreskin up and down as he watched me working my flexing buttocks back against Guy's hips as I sought to match his pace.

This was how the older guys savour the pleasures of male-to-male coupling and I was delighted to let him see it first-hand.

"You're a horny little fucker!" Guy called out to him, grabbing my hips more firmly and slamming himself more quickly in and out. He must have only just seen that we were being observed and he laughed at the sight of Marcus masturbating for the second time in quick succession.

"If you're gonna spy on us, at least come in and watch us properly," Guy urged him. "Come on, mate! See how the big boys do it! You might even learn a thing or two!"

Marcus grinned and pushed his way into my room. His hard-on poked upwards in front of him. Perhaps out of good manners, he chose not to touch himself now that he was properly in our presence.

"I wasn't sure how you'd feel about me watching you guys," he said, totally uninhibited about standing in front of us running a full erection.

I replied, with Guy still working himself in and out of my bum, "As long as you agree that what we're doing is something... well... very beautiful, then you're very welcome to be in here with us."

If had been Jake it would have been quite a different matter. I know he secretly fancies Guy and I wouldn't trust him not to lean forwards and start licking his arse, or something equally inappropriate, thus taking Guy's attentions from me.

(And when Guy and I are together, I think it's fair for me to admit that I want his thoughts to be one-hundred-percent focussed on me.)

Marcus isn't like that. For a start, he's much more reserved; but more importantly I don't think a big, beefy bloke like Guy would really be his type. He seems quite delicate and sensitive, though not in an effeminate way, and I felt I could trust him not to start flirting with the man I have a soft spot for the way I could anticipate my son would.

Marcus smiled. "I think it looks absolutely incredible, Mr Furlong. I love the way you guys are working together, him pushing into you but you taking control, and I just love how totally masculine the two of you look. Your sex is... well... just amazing!"

I smiled back at him and Guy chuckled. I thought he was going to come out with some smart-arse comment like he usually does at such moments but he managed to restrain himself. Instead he increased his rhythm in and out of me, moving his hands up my shoulders to really lever himself against me, and I groped behind him to grab at his buttocks, pulling him into me faster and more roughly, driving my arse back onto his spearing erection with as much force as I could muster.

Marcus sniffed the air a few times, and smiled at the strengthening anal odour our exertions were kicking out. His cock throbbed upwards, its head darkening to an expectant purple.

"Your sex smells similar to when I'm doing it with Jake," Marcus told us. "But it's stronger and a bit more... I dunno... raunchy."

Guy laughed as his cock rammed back and forth between my buttocks as I pushed myself upwards against him.

"It's the smell of his arse," he panted over to Marcus. "It's as raunchy as fuck, but Christ do I love it!"

Guy's rhythm increased and I fell back towards the bed, both arms outstretched to support myself even though he held me firmly by my shoulders. His hips were slamming against my flexing cheeks, his cock jabbing in and out of my hairy butt-crack in a blur of motion, pumping relentlessly like a piston at full speed.

"Oh my God," Marcus gasped. "You guys are just so hot! Do you mind if I... well..."

He was standing in front of two guys having graphic, full-on anal sex and he couldn't bring himself to say 'masturbate'.

I said, my voice getting breathless, "Wank away, Marcus. There's tissues on the bedside table."

"Gee thanks, Mr Furlong!"

Guy crooned back in a voice like Robin from seventies Batman, "Gee thanks, Mr Furlong!"

Marcus laughed and started beating himself off at the sight of our lovemaking. Strange that I should think of it like that: I felt I didn't just have sex with Guy these days, I liked to think that the two of us made love as two men.

"You can tell you're eighteen!" Guy chuckled, his cock still bucking in and out of me with the same rapid, unwavering speed. "Two wazz-offs in less than half an hour... enjoy it while you can, son!"

Marcus chuckled and kept working at his dick. He didn't seem at all self-conscious to be masturbating in front of two guys he'd known for less than a week. Instead, he directed his full attention to my arse: more precisely at the thick, well-veined cock that was now hammering away, pounding in and out of it.

"You like seeing two fellas going at it, don't you?" Guy asked.

"To be honest, I've never seen two men your age having sex. I thought it would be a bit... I dunno... weird. But the two of you look totally awesome!"

"What makes us look so hot?" Guy asked, getting out of breath. I could tell from his speed and the way he was digging his fingers into my shoulders that his climax wasn't too far away.

"The way you're so in tune with each other," Marcus explained, his own hand now whacking up and down far more quickly than Guy's hips were able to thrust. "The way you work so well together as a couple."

Guy's rhythm faltered and fingers loosened at Marcus' use of the word 'couple' and for a second I thought we were going to have another episode like the one we'd had earlier that evening.

"I don't mean that in a gay way," Marcus quickly interjected, clearly recognising the reason for Guy's discomfort. "I just mean that you work together as two like-minded men, two close friends, who obviously both understand what the other enjoys."

Guy's rhythm recovered and his fingers tightened around my shoulders again. The moment had been saved: nice one Marcus!

"And do you like looking at my cock shagging his arse?" Guy asked, making it clear that his original question had been aimed at getting Marcus to talk dirty as a way of hastening his oncoming orgasm.

"Yeah, it's nice and big," Marcus said, quickly catching on. "I love how thick it is, stretching his hole so it's really gaping open."

"Is that what you're thinking of when you're wanking?" Guy asked. "How massive my knob is and how wide open his arsehole is?"

"Yeah, and how nice your bum is, Mr Leeson."

"Yeah?" Guy gasped. He was seconds away from spurting. The sheer speed and force of his driving cock made me surprised he'd lasted as long as he had. "What d'ya want to do to it?"

"I want to lick it," Marcus panted back. His own hand was now slamming up and down his cock the non-stop blur of an eighteen-year-old's frenzied masturbation. "I want to rim your hairy crack and smell how ripe it stinks, then I wanna shove my rock-hard dick up your slimy arsehole and fuck you 'til you cum!"

Now I hadn't expected that. Before I could pull myself away from Guy and quickly usher Marcus out of the bedroom with a curt 'goodnight', Guy fell onto my back, grabbed me tight around my chest and started shooting in rapid spasms deep up into my bowels.

Marcus blew off at the same time too. It seems like talking dirty really did it for him. I wondered if he and Jake exchanged such pleasantries when they were similarly ensconced.

I'd been too thrown by what I saw as him making heavy with my special man to join in with all the semen squirting, and Guy had leave his cock up me for a good half minute while I frantically finished myself off.

I've got him well-trained, you see. The first few times we had sex, he'd just pulled out of me when he was finished and I had to keep reminding over and over that my orgasm is far better if his manhood is still firmly ensconced up my butt. So these days he leaves it planted up there until I've shot off myself. It's a small thing, but clearly a positive step and I'm hoping I can gradually persuade him in other directions in future.

While the three of us cleaned up, Marcus, perhaps predictably, apologised for the way he had spoken to Mr Leeson.

Guy, of course, laughed uproariously. So loudly that I worried he might wake Jake up who would then come bounding in with endless questions about what had happened and a few snide digs in my direction about why he wouldn't be allowed to do anything like this when Guy was staying over.

But fortunately, Jake slept on oblivious. He could sleep through a vacuum cleaner being operated right next to his bed, so I suppose it was to be expected that the three of us wouldn't wake him up.

Guy said, "No worries, mate. It certainly had the desired effect! But if you're fantasising about fucking me, you better knock that one straight on the head. I won't even let him do that!"

Marcus looked over at me with surprise, grabbing some more tissue to mop up the semen that was insistently still forming small white beads on the slit of his cock head. When I didn't offer any response, he asked, "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but I'm working on it."

Guy laughed, "And you'll have a shitload more work to do on that score. It ain't gonna happen, mate... that was the deal from day one."

Marcus looked at me sympathetically. "But don't you enjoy giving as well as receiving, Mr Furlong?"

"Of course I do!" I smiled. "And I'm extremely good at it, or so I've been told."

Marcus looked almost upset that I wasn't able to penetrate Guy in the way that I so clearly wanted to. I was hoping he was about to offer me to use his cute little behind, maybe come out with something like, "Well, Mr Furlong, when Jake's next over at his mum's, maybe you and I could... well -"

And maybe he had been going to say that. He was clearly very horny and could also be surprisingly dirty. He'd just proven that with what he'd come out with to Guy.

But Guy screwed things up by cutting in, "He gets to do it with other fellas, Marcus. Don't let him fool you with his sob story. He's got some bloke called Bradley and a teacher from your mate's old school giving it out to him whenever he fancies it. As well as about half a dozen others."

Marcus looked back over at me, his expression far less compassionate. "Oh right. I didn't realise that things were so... open... between the two of you."

Guy chuckled. "Yeah, it's just for fun, me and him. We both do other stuff on the side, but with me it's mainly with women. He likes to get his dick up pretty much every bloke he meets."

"That's not quite true," I said, seeing how surprised Marcus looked. "I mean, there's a guy who works in Tesco I've only really said hello to so far."

Marcus trundled off back to bed and Guy and I got into ours. He went to sleep with my arms around him and my head resting against his shoulder. I always sleep more soundly with him in my bed. I'm sure it's simply the fact of having another man with me if we had intruders.

My thoughts, as I drifted off to sleep, were on how to get Jake to agree to what we'd discussed: he and I going at it on his double-ended dildo. And also how to make it seem inconsequential: whether just for a laugh or with a more blatant sexual intent, but certainly in a way that wouldn't risk harming our relationship in any long-term way.

That was the number one priority: however I set this up, I had to be absolutely certain that no ill-feeling between us could possibly result from it.

But that was the major stumbling block: was it even possible to think of a scenario where the two of us, father and son, could be going at it like that: that incredible rubber phallus filling both our arses and the two of us working against each other, bum against bum? Probably not, but the image I had in my head of us was just too alluring. It had to be possible and if it wasn't I had to make it so.

Just imagine the stink of us both being fucked by the thing! It was obvious that Jake had inherited my own pungent whiffiness back there and so the fact of there being two Furlong arses slamming back against the dildo would stink the whole room out with the doubled-up smell of us both being penetrated.

Jesus, it had to be possible! I just had to figure out a way how...

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To be continued

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