Operation Simon Pt. 01

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.

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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!"