Operation Simon Pt. 02

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..."

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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."