Everything Changes at 21 Pt. 02

The following evening I'd paid his bedroom a visit with my briefs similarly uplifted and had bent him over his desk chair with the back of his boxers pulled down so that could very obligingly extend me the same favour.

After that we'd established a routine of casual incestuous sex covering the full range of homosexual activities. Sometimes we'd simply enjoy masturbating together, whether attending to ourselves or reaching across to pleasure each other. More often my son would ask me to suck his cock - something I quickly became extremely adept at - and occasionally, very occasionally, I'd push his face down onto mine and hold his head steady while I gently fucked his mouth. We'd spend Sunday mornings languidly fingering and rimming each other, either on his bed or mine, and every couple of weeks we'd have full noisy intercourse together, taking turns to boisterously do each other from behind. We never did it face-to-face again and we certainly never kissed. I don't think Jake ever knew that I'd planted a French one on his lips that very first night and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him now.

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As the months went on, I initially worried that our frequent sex together would erode the special bond we'd developed over the years I'd raised him as a single father.

On the contrary, though, our relationship flourished. We became far more relaxed around one another and I began to find my son less secretive and guarded. We were soon doing more things together out of the house and would spend whole afternoons enjoying each other's company, chatting and joking, before getting home for a brisk session on my bed or his before heading downstairs to see what we could rustle up for tea.

Better than that, though, I discovered a new-found pride in my own body. I started playing squash two nights a week with a couple of mates and I even allowed Jake to persuade me to go along with him to his gym so I could really tone myself up.

In the kitchen, he'd laugh and say, "Looking good, dad!" And then later on in the bedroom he'd say, "Getting sexy, Robert!" And it would do wonders for my confidence to see him pull down his jeans and for a full-on boner to spring up.

Late one night I was merrily pounding against his bottom before we turned in for bed, when he said, "I was going to invite Will down this weekend. Would that be okay?"

"Why would it not be?" I asked without missing a beat as I squatted behind him and prepared to release my seed into his bowels.

"Me and him'll fuck," he replied succinctly, before elaborating, "Knowing Will, we'll fuck a lot and you'll probably hear it and you'll definitely smell it."

"So why would that be a problem?"

"Well, you know," he smiled, looking up at me over his shoulder as I kept banging away at his arse. "This."

I stopped shagging him for a moment and said, "Jake, this is just the two of us helping each other out. If you want someone to stay over - or if I do, for that matter - then this will have no bearing on it... at least I hope it won't!"

"I didn't want to... you know... upset you or anything."

"Why would it?" I asked, feeling slightly incredulous. "This is just a form of relief... it's what we do when we're horny but we haven't got anyone else."

"Like wanking, then?"

"I suppose. Wanking with a range of very enjoyable upgrades!"

He muttered, "So when one of us has got someone else...?"

I laughed. "I'm sure this will slowly peter out as one or both of us stops needing it. Then we'll go back to being a plain old dad and his son, though hopefully without shame or embarrassment about what we're doing now."

Jake nodded. "No, I don't think I'll ever feel bad about this. We both get boners and we have the good sense to help each other out with them... that's all there is to it, really."

I didn't think I could put it any better myself so I resumed fucking him strenuously up the butt until I'd shot several thick ropes of semen up him. We'd switched places and he'd enjoyed a brief hump of mine before releasing an equally copious gusher, and then we'd said our goodnights and he'd headed off to bed.

Will's visit was largely unremarkable. He and my son did fuck every chance they got and Jake was proven right that I was able to hear their brawny tussles and smell from the living room their brazenly anal stink.

On the Sunday I offered to take the two of them on cycle ride around Foxton Locks as a way of getting them out of the house and out of each other's arseholes.

It was about nine in the morning and I was taking a shower when Jake strolled into the bathroom looking as rough as he usually did when he had a bisexual buddy staying over with him from university. He walked over to the toilet to take a pee and I smiled at how groggy he looked. Once I'd have felt self-conscious to be standing naked in front of my son, but now I felt rather proud to show off my buffed-up chest and newly-firm biceps.

"Late night?" I asked, chuckling.

"Yeah," he croaked. "Sorry about the noise and the stink. Will's arse is savage."

"I find it arousing," I admitted. "It has a distinctive pungence... decidedly bracing!"

"Trust you," he laughed but his eyes looked weary.

He finished peeing, shook his cock and then pulled his t-shirt and boxers off.

"Budge up," he grunted, getting into the shower with me. I moved aside to give him space and he sighed contentedly as he washed the hot water over his face.

"You've never showered with me before," I smiled. I wasn't especially bothered to share the cubicle with my son: I was actually a little touched that he was now so relaxed with me that he felt able to just strip off and barge in.

"Considering what else we get up to," he chuckled, "this must rank as one of the least intimate!"

"I don't mind," I assured him. "I think it's rather fun!"

Just then Will barged in, muttering, "Sorry guys... I really need to pee!"

He rushed over to the toilet and already had his stubby little dick out and was peeing before noticing that the two of us were huddled together under the spray.

"Fuck!" he laughed. "You guys into saving water or something?"

"I was enjoying a very pleasant solitary shower," I said, emphasizing the word 'solitary', "when my son very rudely pushed in to spray some water on his face."

Jake laughed. "I just really needed to wake up. Now I need a coffee... strong and black!"

Will didn't take the hint to offer to make him one but instead just stood there staring at us, with a yellow arc of piss still streaming from his short thick knob. "Look at you guys... Jesus... your dad's cock's just about as big as yours, Jake!"

I beamed back at him, now enjoying showing my body off to another young man.

"You're really nicely toned-up, Mr Furlong," Will smiled at me. "You don't look like his dad... more like his older brother!"

Jake snapped, "My dad's not gonna fuck you, Will, if that's what you're after!"

I wanted to say, "Hey, let's not rule anything out!" but then I thought that might be pushing it too far and so said instead, "There's just twenty years between us... not that much, really!"

"But... oh my God!" Will grinned, his eyes again fixed on our crotches. "I can't believe your two massive cocks! Just look at the pair of them! You guys are so fucking hung!"

"They can be a bit of a problem," I chuckled, "especially in confined spaces like this..."

I turned towards Jake and pushed forwards to reach for the soap, and deliberately slapped the fat droop of my huge phallus against Jake's equally large floppy shaft.

"My goodness, I beg your pardon," I muttered, swinging my cock from side to side to noisily bash away at Jake's.

He laughed and made as if to reach over to adjust the shower, and slammed his big cock into mine. He thrust it a few times to make our two over-sized sausages thump loudly together and then chuckled, "Oh excuse me..."

"If I can just move around here a little," I suggested, and pretended to try and step around Jake but ended up nuzzling my flaccid girth even more firmly into his. "So sorry... I seem to have got myself caught!"

"No, I think it's my fault," he smirked, and moved his organ up and down against mine as if trying to free it. "If you could just wiggle yours a little... we'll soon disentangle them..."

I jabbed my long dangling meat against my son's, aware that it was starting to harden a little from the friction of floppily frotting with him, and that his was feeling more substantial and solid as he rubbed it up and down against mine.

"You guys are hilarious!" Will chortled. "If I joked around with my dad like that, I think he'd phone the police!"

I stepped back from Jake and we laughed at our silliness. I noticed that Jake's cock was significantly larger and I saw him glance down to see that mine was too.

We were both still limp, of course, but while our two large manhoods curved incontrovertibly downwards, their shafts were much longer and thicker than they had been, and they had enough firmness to them to stand a couple of inches proud of our balls.

"One of the perils of us both being well-endowed," I told Will as his stream of piss abated to a few final squirts. "Sharing a shower isn't really an option for us..."

"Might work better if you turned around, dad," Jake suggested.

I smiled at him, surprised that with our cocks now swollen enough to be lifted outwards, he was still happy for the joke to continue in front of his university friend.

"Do you really think so?" I asked, turning around to show him and Will my pudgy bum with my crack hair plastered wetly between my two squat cheeks.

"Yeah," Jake chuckled. "After all, standing this way 'round what can possibly go wrong?"

"Oops!" I called out. "This soap is sure slippery!"

I dropped it theatrically, pretending to try and catch it as it careened off the tiles all the way down to the floor.

"Better pick it up I guess," I muttered, and then bent down to retrieve it from the wet floor of the cubicle.

I acted like I was struggling to get a grip on it, directing my backside towards my son's fattening organ and splaying open the tangling thicket of my shower-soaked gash.

As I'd expected him to, Jake seized the opportunity with gusto.

He bellowed, "Aw yeah! Is that an invite, dad?!" and started thrusting himself against my chubby bum. He pushed my back down further and yanked my arse closer towards him to reveal the large pink ring of my arsehole for him to whack at noisily with his hardening cock.

Will guffawed with laughter as he saw my puffed-out pucker getting smacked by his buddy's massive schlong, and I called out, "Do it hard, son... just how I like it!"

Jake released me and I stood back up to face him while the three of us roared with laughter at the ridiculous idea that a son might actually butt-fuck his dad.

I noticed that Jake's cock was now much more bloated in its girth and that it stood straight outwards at an angle of about forty-five degrees. Its pink mushroom head was slowly emerging through his retracting foreskin with its furrowed slit cleaving the tip into two.

Mine was also feeling fuller and heavier, and while its bulky shaft wasn't quite as elevated as my son's, my helmet had swollen plump under my foreskin with the rim around its base making a distinctive ridge.

"You guys are so cool with each other," Will blurted out as Jake and I kept giggling at our silliness. I think we found it so funny because we'd just fun-fucked calling each other father and son: all the times we'd done it for real, we'd kept things unequivocally as Robert and Jake.

"If I ever did anything like that with my dad, he'd just... I dunno... he'd probably like keel over and die or something!"

I smiled at him for that, loving that Jake and I could now be just like a couple of mates messing around in the shower. Then I noticed that Will's dick was now considerably larger. It had long-since stopped peeing but he was still holding it in front of his pulled-down boxers. The lad was obviously a grower because even though it only looked about half-hard it had already expanded to a good eight inches in length.

Jake chuckled, "Sorry... I just saw a hole and went for it..." Then he added, with a cheeky smirk, "But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, dad?"

I grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squirted a gob of the green liquid onto my hand. "You're a very dirty boy, Jake. I'm afraid I'm going to have to soap you down."

Will chortled, "Aw fuck! This I'm gonna have to see!"

I started rubbing the soap into my son's chest, making it froth against his prominent pecs and dribble down to collect in his belly-button.

Jake grabbed some of the gel for himself and laughed, "Can't trust the old man to be able to wash himself these days..."

And he followed my lead and started lathering the liquid into my hairier chest and massaging down onto my newly-flattened stomach.

"Jesus, you guys!" Will cried out, his eyes agog as he peered at the foam coursing down our muscular bodies and dripping like thick gobs of cum from our protruding semis.

"I'm gonna need to clean you up good and proper," I told my son, working my hands down his abs and lathering a rich froth into his pubes. "Especially down here... where you're really filthy!"

Jake surprised me by reaching further down to soap my own much fuller and hairier bush, keeping his fingers well clear of my cock and my nuts, but sliding his hands into the crack between my scrotum and thighs.

"You're a bit nasty down here too, dad," he chuckled. "Better get the soap underneath... right where you need it!"

"I really need to wank off now!" Will called over. His cock was now extremely long and curved upwards with the red plum of its head now proud and shiny. "I know you guys are just mucking around... but damn! You look so hot washing each other!"

He pulled his boxers back up which made his hard-on lift the front high like a mast. He walked backwards towards the door as if unable to unfix his eyes from our two soapy bodies and said, "I'm going back to your room, Jake... feel free to join me if you're horny, buddy!"

He was about to turn and head out of the bathroom when he suddenly flashed me a playful smirk. "That goes for you too, Mr Furlong! I mean, if you really are into playing around with dudes!"

I didn't respond - I needed to find out Jake's opinion on us making it a Sunday morning threesome - and Will flashed me a broader grin before heading out across the corridor to attend to his erection in my son's bedroom.

Jake and I started washing the soap off ourselves - no longer joking around together now that we didn't have an audience - and I said, "Would you be okay if I had a bit of fun with you and your mate?"

He smiled but shook his head resolutely. "Will's got a big mouth. And I don't just mean that he's good at getting it around my prick."

"He'll say stuff to your mates, will he?"

Jake nodded. "It'll be kinda cool if he tells folks that me and my dad were dicking around in the shower... but it'll be weird if he mouths off that you joined in with our sex."

"You and I don't have to... you know... touch each other..."

"But it would be fun to, wouldn't it?" Jake grinned. "I mean, with the right guy... the two of us working him over... me sucking his cock, you eating his ass... and then we surprise him by... well..."

"Getting to work on each other?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "Having him watch us do all the stuff to each other he was hoping we'd do to him!"

"But not Will?" I checked. What a pity the lad couldn't keep his prattling gob shut.

He shook his head again. "Definitely not Will."

He got out of the shower and quickly dried himself off. "Better go and see if lover boy fancies making another of his heinous stinks before we all go off together on our jolly bike ride."

I chuckled as I picked up my shampoo to wash my hair. "I've booked us in from eleven. We'll have a bite to eat and then get going by half ten."

"I'll be quick on the saddle, then," he grinned. "Get a bit of speed up down the dirt track..."

"And I might oil the old crankshaft," I replied, already toying with my cock to get it hard enough to masturbate while the boys were enjoying their butt-fuck.

"You want me to leave my bedroom door open?" he asked with a cheeky smirk. "I reckon you'll be able to see us across the corridor from where you're standing..."

"That would be very sweet of you," I nodded. "Have him face the wall so he won't see how attentively Mr Furlong is soaping his penis!"

Jake laughed and headed back across to his bedroom. Within minutes I was energetically masturbating under the spray of the shower while watching my son roughly taking Will from behind on his bed. Jake was squatting over his buddy's back, their two pairs of legs splayed open and my son's swollen anus on full gape as his hips frantically bucked.

I wasn't sure which of the boys' rears I found more arousing as my hand swept up and down my fully-charged organ. Was it Jake's fat red cunt, looking again so much like his mother's? Or his whopping great cock, thrusting wildly into his companion's anus, the shaft of it glistening brown from the morning dump that had not yet been expunged.

Or was I more interested in Will's smaller but much sloppier pussy? Or even his own thinner erection pointing low as he wanked it, its owner panting from the pleasure of having his bunged-up arsehole so relentlessly ploughed.

"Jesus... it stinks, Jake!" I heard him gasp as my son grabbed him tighter and started fucking him in a blur. "I didn't take a shit yet... your dad... he'll smell how bad it is!"

"Shuddup, mate... it's well hot!" Jake panted, and I could tell from how fast he was hammering that his climax was getting near. "Anyway my dad'll be okay with it... he's cool with sex stuff... really fuckin' ace..."

"Aw yeah... your dad's brill... totally awesome!"

"He's the fuckin' best!" Jake exclaimed, suddenly whimpering like a puppy as his orgasm overwhelmed him.

And under the spray of the shower I smiled as my own cock let rip with a fountain of its own, unaccountably pleased that my son had cum thinking of me.