Operation Simon Pt. 02

"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.

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"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.