Operation Simon Pt. 03

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Part 3 of the 4 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 05/31/2017
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Guy switched the light off and stumbled across the darkened room to find the bed he was sharing with his twenty-one-year-old son Simon. The metal frame creaked indignantly as he clambered back into it and Simon called out, "Mind what you're doing!"

I chuckled from the other double bed in the hostel room, with my own son Jake spooning me from behind. I could the feel the solid bulge in the front of Jake's boxers pressing into the seat of my briefs and the thick rod of his hardening cock pushing outwards between my buttocks.

There was more noisy squeaking from the other bed before Simon cried out, "Hey dad! That's my butt!"

"Feels good though, doesn't it?" we heard Guy chuckle.

"No it does not!" Simon countered, to which there were more creaks and groans from the bedframe as Guy huffily parted company with his son to sleep on the opposite side of the mattress.

I decided this would be a good opportunity to show Simon that things were rather different on our side of the room. In many respects, Jake and I act the part of a typical father and his adult son, but when we get into bed together, we are anything but!

So I called out, imitating Simon, "Hey Jake, that's my butt!"

I heard Guy giggle from where he'd been relegated to the far side of the bed he was sharing with his son.

Jake took the bait and replied as Guy had, "Feels good though, doesn't it?"

His cock was still firming up between my cheeks, pushing further outwards as it gained in length and girth, until the fattening head was pressing my underpants into the hot puckered hole lurking deep inside my hairy crack.

"It certainly does," I laughed. "You're probably giving me skid-marks though!"

Simon called over, "I'm really not sure I get you guys... is all this stuff a joke or what?"

"Of course it's not a joke," Jake called over through the darkness of the hostel room. "It's just a lad and his dad expressing a bit of affection together... anything wrong with that?"

"It seems... I dunno... kinda weird, I guess," Simon replied uncertainly.

"There's nothing weird about it," Jake insisted. "It feels really nice, actually... maybe you should try it..."

Simon went quiet for a good half minute or so, and I began to wonder if he was going to let the conversation peter out with Jake's suggestion hanging.

But then his voice broke the silence as he said through the dark, "What are you guys actually doing?"

"I'm spooning him," Jake replied matter-of-factly. "I'm snuggled into his back and giving him a wedgie with my knob."

"And you're both still wearing your undies?"

"On this particular occasion, yeah!" Jake chortled. But then he added, as if that had just been a silly joke, "Mate, we've both got our kecks firmly pulled up... we're just enjoying a little cuddle, that's all..."

"I see this an expression of our bond as father and son," I added. "It feels pleasant and natural and I think it enriches our relationship."

Simon went quiet again and I thought perhaps I should say 'Goodnight' and leave things there. However, after thinking things through, he muttered to his dad, "You want a cuddle with me, then?"

Guy chuckled and the bed started creaking again as the large burly man shifted his position to snuggle in with his son.

With all the noise going on, Jake whispered to me, "You wanna take this further? Tell Simes we're pulling our pants off and see how things pan out from there?"

"Absolutely not!" I hissed back. "We don't want to mess this up by pushing things too far."

Once the noise had subsided, Simon admitted, "Actually this is kind of nice..."

We lay together in our beds, two dads and two sons snuggling contentedly together. Then Simon asked, "Are you developing an erection, dad?"

"It feels nice, that's all... kinda firm but squidgy..."

"It's my bottom, dad. You're getting a hard-on between the cheeks of my hum."

Guy chuckled. "Come on, I used to work on an oilrig, mate... you can't blame my cock for remembering how nice a bloke's arse can feel!"

"Aw, come on, dad!" Simon exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked. "I hope you're not thinking what I think you're thinking -"

"Just let your dad enjoy your bottom, Simon," I called out from our bed. "Jake's manhood is pushed between my buttocks and feels very full and swollen, but I enjoy the intimacy of having my son aroused against me... it demonstrates our trust and friendship!"

Jake chuckled, "Except in my case I definitely am thinking what you think I'm thinking!"

Simon laughed at what he assumed to be Jake's joke and then Guy asked him, "How's that feel? I'll just wedge it in your crack and we can go to sleep like this..."

"Well... okay," Simon conceded. "It does feel... I dunno... like we're bonding, if that doesn't sound too lame..."

"That's exactly what it is," I chirped in. "Just enjoy the sensation."

Suddenly Guy guffawed and called out, "He's definitely enjoying it! He's up like a fuckin' broomstick!"

"Dad, you're touching my penis!"

"Jesus, feel how long the fucker is! Good job your shorts are baggy!"

"Get your hand off my cock!"

The bed started rocking, creaking wildly. "It's thin but... fuck! It's tall as a beanpole!"

"Hey dad, stop it! You're wanking me off!"

The creaking of the bedframe stopped and Guy laughed, "Aw, sorry son! I was just havin' a feel of that foot-long dick of yours!"

"You were rubbing it up and down!"

"I was just amazed how high it makes your shorts stick out... they're pushed up like a wigwam!"

"And you were jabbing your own big boner into my bum-hole!"

"Was I? Oh fuck... sorry... just force of habit, I guess!"

I decided that Guy had taken things far enough for tonight. While Guy had clearly hoped Simon would be willing to be masturbated with his dad's hard-on pushing against his bum, I could tell that if he tried to take things much further, it would probably prove too much for the boy.

So I said, "Maybe we should all say goodnight again and this time try to get some sleep."

Simon's voice rang out through the darkness: "Dad, seriously, get your hand off my dick!"

I tried a more forceful approach: "Guy, we need to say goodnight now. We've really done enough for one day."

Guy muttered a disgruntled goodnight and the four of us settled down to sleep as two spooning couples.

But then Jake broke the silence by saying, "Hey dad, your cock's up like a beanpole too!"

I said, "Goodnight, Jake."

He laughed, "It's not as long as Simon's but it's just as stiff!"

Simon giggled at the compliment and then must have decided that, since I was happy to have Jake touch my cock, he would let his dad touch his. He muttered, "Okay, you can hold it... aw yeah... that's nice..."

"I'll squeeze it gently," Guy whispered. "Just while you go to sleep..."

"Yeah okay..." his son sighed. "Just not too hard..."

And at that moment I knew that Guy would eventually succeed in his plans.

You see, he didn't just want to spoon with his son or even wank the boy off. He wanted Simon to suck his cock every few nights when they were back at home, and had longer-term plans to start using the young man as an occasional fuck-buddy. Indeed, Guy was so determined to set up an incestuous arrangement between him and his son, that we secretly referred to his endeavour as 'Operation: Simon'.

That's how the four of us had ended up sharing a room in a hostel. Guy had agreed to pay for a weekend getaway if we were able to set an evening up in which Simon would get frisky with him. During some banter about which of us dads were bigger down there, Simon had obliged us by jokingly grabbing at his father's crotch. The deal had been that a grope from his son would get us all to Barcelona and, even if the playful grab hadn't been what Guy had hoped for, Jake and I had insisted he make good on his promise.

The hostel we'd settled on had turned out to be pretty dire but it had fulfilled the criteria that Guy had insisted on - a room to sleep the four of us in two double beds. Guy and I had spent the previous Saturday with him finding hostels online and me speaking in broken Spanish down the phone, until finally we'd found one that had fitted the bill. When we got to the room, I almost laughed with relief that the room I'd booked - while mottled with flaking paintwork and smelling of urine - did indeed have two double beds in it.

"Fucking hell," Jake had laughed, yanking his backpack from his shoulder. "Was the Hilton fully booked or something?"

I chuckled, "Come on, Jake... it's only for two nights. We'll just use the hostel as a base... we'll be exploring the city."

"Oh God... look at that," Simon had complained, finally gawping at the beds after surveying the rest of the room wide-eyed. "We've just got two double beds... how's this supposed to work?"

"You and me share, bud," Jake grinned at him. "We get to play plug and socket after lights-out..."

"Jake!" I hissed. "Think of the... er... bigger picture..."

"Oh yeah... I probably better go in with my dad..."

"Why?" Simon asked, his forehead furrowing with suspicion. He turned at me and queried, "You and my dad are a couple... so shouldn't you and him be sharing a double?"

"I... er... don't want this to turn into a couples thing. Your dad and I both intended this to be a fun weekend we can all enjoy. We don't want to make you boys feel left out, nor for the two of us to feel like you and Jake are excluding us. So I think it's safest if we sleep together as two dads and their sons."

"Okay," Simon shrugged, accepting my hastily-thought-up explanation with a surprising degree of trust. "I don't mind bunking up with dad if you guys don't mind sharing too."

"Jake and I are very used to sharing a bed," I smiled. "I think it's nice for a father and son to be so comfortable... perhaps even intimate with each other..."

Simon smiled back and for a moment I thought he was going to say something encouraging that would have made Guy grin broadly at me.

But then Jake quipped in with, "Yeah, nice if you don't mind the stink of your old fella's farts all night!"

And then Simon laughed laddishly back and the moment I'd set up had been crassly broken.

But, nevertheless, Simon had accepted that he should sleep with dad and Jake would sleep with me.

We'd gone out to explore the city and had had a lovely meal on Las Ramblas, and had then returned to the hostel. The room was stiflingly hot and so we started pulling our clothes off. I noticed Simon holding back as he undressed, wanting to see how far the other three of us would strip before deciding whether he was comfortable enough to join us.

Soon I was down to my tight white Calvin Klein briefs and I saw Simon peer over at the very prominent bulge made by my large floppy cock and two weighty balls. I smiled to let him know that I was happy for him to see the how well I fill the front of my underpants, and he smirked sheepishly back to tell me that he liked what he saw.

Jake quickly followed my lead and stripped down to his orange and blue boxer trunks. They were also very tight-fitting and showed off his own impressive package, leaving very little to the imagination. He came over to grab his phone from where he'd left it, and thrust his bulky crotch against mine, shouting, "On guard!"

We bashed our two over-sized bulges together and I laughed, "You want a sword fight... you got one, buddy!" We bucked our hips as we thrust against each other, our cocks slowly firming up and sticking even further outwards. Then we giggled at our silliness, as Jake retrieved his phone and then went over to lounge on the bed.

I saw Simon gawping, still only half undressed. I smiled again to show that I wasn't embarrassed to have just dick-wrestled with my son, and he said, "You guys are pretty cool together."

I chuckled and replied, "We get a lot cooler than that, Simon!"

Jake chortled from the bed, "And a lot hotter too... depending on how you look at it!"

Guy yanked off his jeans to flaunt a hefty mound of his own, presented very attractively in a pair of light blue briefs which I'd given him as a gift. His big thick cock was pushed downwards, straining outwards inside the pouch of the underpants, and his two fat knackers made twin bulges on either side of its sausage-shaped curve.

"You wanna sword fight with your old man too?" he grinned at his son.

Simon looked back at him sternly. "Of course not!"

"I've got a nice set of junk though," his dad chuckled, framing the swollen front of his briefs with both hands. "I mean, as someone who's gay you've gotta admit your old fella's flashin' a nice-lookin' package!"

"I guess," Simon muttered, his cheeks flushing scarlet. He got up to finish undressing and pulled his jeans off to reveal a pair of turquoise boxers, similar in style to Jake's. He turned away from us, letting us see his two chunky buttocks looking extremely appealing in the tight-fitting shorts, and then to my surprise he hitched his thumbs in either side of the waistband and pulled them off. His bare bum looked sumptuous - gorgeously squat and dumpy - and Guy grinned at his son's perky rear, no doubt imagining what he'd like to do to it.

Simon bent down, oblivious to the three of us staring at his gaping butt-crack, and started poking around in his overnight bag to find his pyjama shorts. The deep crevice between his cheeks was smooth and hairless except for a wispy fuzz encircling his tiny pink bumhole which he would unwittingly flash us when he leaned forwards to hunt through his bag.

Guy walked up behind him, his bulge looking fuller and more prominent, and stood with his crotch level with his son's gaping cheeks, smirking broadly back at Jake and me. He reached out to put his hands on either side of Simon's hips, a good inch from the boy's skin, the way he'd hold him if he was about to fuck him. Then he started thrusting the front of his briefs rhythmically towards the boy's bared backside, mouthing to the two of us, "Aw fuck! Yeah!"

Jake and I grinned back, loving this sneak preview of father bumming son, and Guy swivelled his swelling bulge almost against Simon's rear as if grinding him hard with his cock ball-deep.

Simon's head swung around and he called out, "Dad! What are you doing?"

Guy quickly pulled his hands away from his son's hips and hastily pretended he was trying to see into the young man's bag. "I'm just trying to help you find your shorts..."

Simon glared at his dad's crotch, now pressing hard against his bum, and said, "Er... do you mind?"

"Oh sorry, son... guess I got a bit close!"

He pulled back and Simon continued trying to find his shorts among his clothes.

His dad said, "Looks like my undies left a bit of blue fluff on your tush!" He reached between the boy's cheeks and ran his finger around the tightly puckered arsehole, pretending to remove a speck of lint that was stuck there.

Simon drew back in horror. "Dad! For God's sake! I can find my shorts for myself!"

"Sorry, son... didn't want you to get an itch, that's all."

He moved away from Simon, who finally located his pyjama bottoms, and grinned triumphantly at Jake and I, having got a grope of the bullseye. Then he raised his finger to his nose and sniffed it eagerly. He beamed more broadly at us and mouthed, "Ripe!". Then he sniffed more intently at every part of his finger that had touched the boy's arsehole and I noticed his bulge was now tenting outwards from the smell of his son's bum.

Simon got into his shorts, thankfully ignorant of his dad's crude shenanigans. I noticed that his own cock was still insubstantial and floppy - the feel of daddy's finger swiping around his pucker had unfortunately failed to excite the young man.

"You should have left your pants on, son," Guy said to him. "You looked nice in your skivvies."

"I get a bit embarrassed," Simon said, adjusting his pyjama shorts to make sure the front was boringly baggy.

"Why are you embarrassed?" I asked him. "We're all stripped down to our underpants... you'd be in good company!"

"You guys are all... I dunno... kind of big down there. I don't make so much of a bulge... I'd feel pretty inferior next to you three."

"You've got a nice cock, mate," Jake told him. "A bit thin but so fucking long it's unreal!"

"Yeah, that's when I'm hard... when it's soft it just looks stupidly small."

I got onto the bed next to where Jake was slouched as Guy poured us all a nightcap from the bottle of Double-V whiskey he'd bought from the shop on the corner.

"You should be proud of what you've got," I said. "No cock is 'stupidly small' - we're all beautiful in our different ways."

Jake laughed, "It's the perfect cock for butt-fucking! Nice and long but thin enough to squeeze into the tightest arse!"

"Yeah, pity I don't like doing it that way," Simon smiled, sitting down on the edge of his bed and taking a drink from the plastic cup his dad had passed him.

"How do you like doing it?" Jake asked. He got up from where he was sitting back against the bed's metal frame, and surprised me by climbing over my stomach. He squatted down over the large lump my cooped-up cock was making my briefs, and started bouncing his arse up and down on it.

"Do you like it this way?" he asked, grinning over at Simon. His two solid cheeks were thumping down onto the front of my underpants, my big sausage mound poking up into the splayed cleft between them.

I laughed at Jake's silliness, loving how his own meat and two veg were bobbing heavily around in his tight-fitting boxers. I called out, "Yeah, buck those hips, son! Come on, ride it cowboy!"

Then I grinned over at Simon, enjoying the look of wide-eyed surprise on his mesmerised face.

"Or do you like it missionary?" Jake asked, climbing off me, grabbing me by the knees and then hunkering down between my thighs and spreading my legs wide. He started to pretend to fuck me from the front, jabbing his developing bulge into my briefs underneath my bollocks.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Simon, he looked so equally appalled and fascinated. I cried out, "Aw yeah... go for it son! Hard as you like!"

Then Jake asked, "Or do you prefer to keep things traditional?"

He flipped me over and I squatted forwards on all-fours. He grabbed me by the hips and started driving the enlarging pouch of his boxer shorts roughly against the seat of my briefs. His cock was hardening up at the thought of fucking me for real. I could feel it pushing outwards from his nuts as he bashed his crotch into my bum.

"This is very much my favourite," I told Simon's gawking face.

Guy laughed and agreed, "Yeah, he likes a bit of doggy. Come 'round his house most Friday nights, and you'll catch your old dad goin' at it just like Jakey-boy there... only we're bollock naked and my cock's up his arse for real!"

Simon managed to splutter, "Yeah... I like it that way too. Feels a bit gay first time you do it, but I think it works the best."

"Sure does the job for me," Jake chortled, still thumping his growing member into the crack of my backside. "Kinda like taking this way too... as your dad will testify!"

Guy laughed at the memory of taking Jake very roughly from behind a few months earlier, and then Jake suddenly ceased his exertions to ask, "You a bit whiffy tonight, dad?"

"I don't know," I said, still bent forwards on all-fours. "I can't smell anything."

Jake pulled back from me and leaned down to sniff my bum through the stretched seat of my briefs. I glanced over at Simon and saw that his eyes were agog at the sight of Jake's face getting so close to my big round arse.

"I don't think it's your crack," my son muttered, pushing his nose into the white material right where my big swollen opening would be lurking. He took a few deep snorts and declared, "No, that smells okay... kinda hot if I'm being totally honest!"

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