Operation Simon Pt. 04

I awoke with my son's breath panting against my face and the hard-on inside the front of his boxers grinding roughly into my similarly aroused cock. I realised he was still asleep and that during the night we must have snuggled up face-to-face in the hostel double bed. Our two large bulges had started rubbing against each other, growing steadily firmer through the material of his shorts and my briefs. Soon gentle nuzzles had given way to more deliberate jabs, until by now we were ramming our two full erections together, bucking our hips back and forth as we crotch-humped in our sleep.

I smiled at Jake's excitement and heard myself gasping from my own. The front of my generously-pouched white Calvins was struggling to contain the enormity of my driving manhood, and I could feel that my son's tighter-fitting shorts were being stretched to near-tearing by the frantic thrusting of his thick, solid rod.

I became aware that our bed was squeaking in time with the heaving of our bodies and so I opened my eyes to see if either of our companions had been awoken by the noise we were making. As I expected, Guy's son - who had probably slept little during the night - was peering over to watch us clinging onto each other, pounding our hips so frantically together under the cover of the bed sheets.

I smiled at him to show that I was happy for him to watch Jake and I start our day by vigorously frotting our erections together. Then I flung the bed sheets aside so that Simon could see the fronts of underpants stretched into great thickened rods thrusting in time as our two big cocks stimulated each other.

Simon was a similar age to Jake - just gone twenty-one - but he lacked my son's sexual confidence as well as his eagerness to experiment with pretty much anyone who was up for it, including his own dad!

Simon smirked sheepishly as if he knew what he was seeing was flagrantly taboo but wanted to show that he very much liked it nonetheless. I grinned back more broadly hoping to make the point that not only do I greatly enjoy such intimacy with my son but that, since his own brawny father was sleeping next to him in his bed, he might soon like to sample the pleasures of incest for himself.

Jake began to awake, his bleary eyes furrowing with confusion at first, until he quickly figured out what the two of us were doing. His gasping mouth formed a smile as he remembered we were in Barcelona, sharing a hostel room with his buddy and their two dads. Then his eyes narrowed with naughty amusement as he realised he was in the middle of a very rough and noisy frot with his own sweet papa, our two big upright hard-ons working furiously together as they bucked back and forth through the taut material of our undies.

"Fuck yeah!" Jake chortled and thrust his hips more roughly. Simon beamed across at me, wide-eyed, as he understood that our sex together wasn't something furtive or one-sided, but something that both Jake and I actively indulge in as an established father-son couple.

Then Simon got up from his bed and stood over ours, peering down at the two of us jabbing our tenting boners together and I saw that his own pyjama shorts were raised high from the long, thin pole he'd grown inside them.

Jake reached down and released his cock from his boxers. He tucked the waistband under his two enormous bollocks and then fumbled with my briefs to do the same to mine.

Now that our two huge manhoods were free from their confines, we drove them faster together, clinging onto each other by the hips.

I smiled up at Simon and panted, "This is so much better than just masturbating... it's so much more intense..."

Now aware of his old school friend standing behind him, Jake looked up at him and grinned, "Aw yeah... this is awesome, buddy... a bit of daddy-love is so fucking hot!"

"Do you guys...?" Simon tailed off, finding his breathing more shallow than he expected, before trying again, "Do you do this often?"

"All the fucking time, mate," my son lied - this was the first time we had properly frotted our cocks together. "Come on, dad, let's show him how we do it at home!"

We got up together, pulling our underpants down further, and then squatted face-to-face holding each other around the waists. We started driving our large erections together in long upward arcs so that the ribs and knots of Jake's veiny shaft grated against the smoother underside of mine. Our balls bobbed together, feeling big solid and hairy, and we were sweating and panting as we clung onto each other, urgently sweeping our cocks shaft-to-shaft.

"Fuck yeah!" Jake repeated a good deal more breathlessly. "Hard and fast, dad... really hard and fast!"

We sped up and thrust more roughly so that our hips were cracking together in hurried applause. The bed was screeching wildly - its metal frame complaining from our rowdy exertions - but I didn't care if we woke the whole hostel with our father-son frotting. All that mattered was my son's cock pummelling against my own, their two slits now seeping copiously and dribbling thick goo down the length of our shafts.

This is what I call true gay lovemaking. Anal sex is hugely enjoyable and I don't deny I'm an ardent fan, but penile frottage is exclusive to homosexual couplings and I was thrilled to be finally experiencing its masculine energy with my son.

We were making love as two men using our two very large cocks and I have to admit that the sensation was divine.

"Come on let's nut together!" Jake breathed hotly into my face. "See if we can time it just right!"

We grabbed onto each other harder, clapping our hips wildly together and slamming our huge hard phalluses upwards with all the force we could muster. Jake's thick, veiny shaft grated against my bulbous cock head, making me pant and whimper at the exquisite friction of its coarse, knotted underside.

My organ felt bigger and more swollen than it ever does when it's up inside my son's bum. Frotting has always stimulated it more intensely, making it fill and harden into a towering rod of excitement, visibly throbbing as it thrust up and down and pouring out precum like a slow stream of piss.

"I'm getting close," Jake gasped. "My spunk's gonna hit the fucking ceiling!"

"You guys look... I can't even describe how amazing you look," Simon muttered, still standing next to our bed with his own hard-on tenting his pyjama shorts out high. "It should be creepy but... Jesus! It's just so totally hot!"

We both leaned backwards slightly to flaunt our two big cocks to our eager voyeur. We jabbed them frantically upwards, showing off their huge bloated heads looking polished and purple, and Simon gasped as he ogled them, admiring the beauty of father-son cock-love.

"Get yours out!" Jake commanded him. "Show us that foot-long dick of yours!"

Simon grinned and pulled the waistband of his shorts up and over his erection, releasing it to arch thinly upwards with the red head of it exposed and shaped like a long mushroom cap.

"Aw yeah!" Jake bellowed. "That has to be the most awesome fucking cock!"

"It's gorgeous!" I grunted, marvelling equally at its incredible length and slimness of girth. "Looks as good as it tastes!"

Jake's cock let rip with a blasting gusher of cum at the memory of seeing me sucking his friend's skinny cock in his bedroom at home. It shot upwards between us, making a high arc of white goo above our faces, before splashing down on us both and covering our shoulders and chests.

The strong smell of my son's semen aroused me as it always does when he climaxes first, and within seconds my own big shiny bell-head was flinging out its own sticky load, showering us further with great pearls of my seed.

We grabbed each other closely again, humping our cocks more roughly together and laughing at how we were becoming smeared with each other's acrid-smelling juice. Our two wide slits were still expelling rope after rope of jizz and it was making our chests squelch together and our pubes sopping wet.

"We absolutely stink!" I chortled, as the thrusting of our hips finally slowed. "But, God, it was worth it!"

"Just think," Jake grinned, glancing down at the thick layer of cream encrusting us both. "Some of the sperms you just shot out might be tiny versions of me!"

I scooped some of our spunk up and pretended to study it. "Maybe you could have had a few brothers... and then we could've had a lot more fun!"

"You guys are so funny!" Simon laughed, tucking his hard-on back away into shorts.

Jake and I pulled apart and clambered off the bed as Simon grabbed a pack of tissues from his bag to pass us a few from it. We started wiping ourselves down as he said, "I love how you worked with each other... the way you kept in time and matched each other's strength..."

"Dad and son fun, buddy," Jake grinned. "Always works a treat!"

"Are there other ways you do it?" Simon asked.

"Of course," I smiled, enjoying the way he was watching me clean up and peering with interest at my large organ slowly softening and beginning to droop. "If Jake and I both happen to be horny together, we don't always need there to be a bed!"

"Yeah, but what I mean is..." he said, looking both fascinated and curious, "do you always just rub your dicks together... or do you do other stuff too?"

"We do other stuff too." I nodded. "It's quite surprising how many ways two male bodies can find to pleasure each other."

That made him grin eagerly and his shorts tent higher and further outwards. Before he could ask for clarification, Jake said, "Did you like how we both came when we were looking at your dick?"

"Yeah, that was ace!" he chortled. "I was like, 'Should I really get my cock out?' and then I did and you both started jizzing off!"

I saw him look again at my plump penis, now growing increasingly floppy and nuzzling down into my hairy balls, and decided that - at some point - I would exploit his interest. At the moment, the focus was on getting him together with his dad, but once we'd accomplished that, I decided I'd try to seduce him myself and hopefully push the big tube of meat he so liked the look of up the little pink hole he'd flashed us the previous evening.

I finished wiping myself down and threw the wad of tissues into the bin, then I pulled my briefs back up feeling amused at the disappointment so evident on Simon's face.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy watching us gratifying ourselves," I smiled at him. I chose to call it gratifying ourselves rather than 'having sex' or 'frot-fucking' to make it seem less troubling that a father would enjoy such intimacy with his son. I was determined that he'd enjoy something similar with his own dad - hopefully let Guy take things a good deal further - and I wanted it to seem totally unremarkable that a man would regularly indulge in this way with his adult offspring.

"I just love how you guys are so cool together," Simon replied. "I wish I could be more like that with my dad."

"You can be, buddy," Jake grinned back, still wiping our combined sperm from his pubic bush which seemed to have borne the brunt of our outpourings. "Just give it time..."

I went over to the dresser to set up the little travel kettle I'd bought specially for the trip. I had some plastic cups and sachets of coffee I'd pilfered from more salubrious hotels Jake and I had stayed in, and I started setting them up so we could all have our first caffeine fix of the day.

Simon glanced over to where his dad was sleeping soundly in a heap with the dull roar starting up from the kettle having even less impact on his deep oblivion than our frotting had. Then he said, more quietly, "Last night, when you guys were sleeping, my dad put his hand in my shorts and... well... wanked me off."

"Nice one, dude!" Jake laughed, and raised a sticky hand to high-five him.

Simon just laughed at the spunk-smeared palm being offered, before asking, "You really think that's a good thing?"

"Of course I do! It's all about trust... it shows you guys are getting closer!"

"Do you let your dad masturbate you?"

"Sometimes yeah... and vice versa..."

"It's perfectly natural," I smiled over as I shook coffee from the sachets into the plastic cups. "When we snuggle we often find one or other of us develops an erection and, as Jake says, it's an act of trust and closeness to provide... shall we say... a helping hand."

I was keeping my voice low but it was clear that Guy was completely out for the count. He was slumped on his front with his stubbled face scrunched up from being so deeply sunk into the pillow, and the only sign of life we were likely to get from him in this state was the occasional blast of guttural man-fart.

"Well... I kind of freaked out," Simon winced.

"Was that when I... er... woke up?" I asked.

"Yeah. My dad's hand felt so nice stroking me that it made me jizz off. Then I got angry with him and said it hadn't been okay for him to do that."

"Dad's hands do feel nice, bud!" Jake chuckled. He threw his tissue into the bin and pulled his boxer-briefs back up so that his drooping cock and sizable nuts formed a spectacular bulge in the well-stretched pouch. "They just sort of know what to do!"

Simon nodded. "To be honest, my dad wanked me off better than I wank myself. I got so into it that... well... I let him push his dick against my butt."

"Well that's nice too," I smiled. "You heard that Jake had his penis jabbing into back of my briefs as we settled down to sleep and I found its gentle pressure, as I always do, extremely pleasant."

"I let him pull my shorts down at the back... he had his knob out of his underpants and was rubbing it up and down between my cheeks..."

"Is that why you were wet back there... why you had to wipe your bottom?"

"Yeah," Simon nodded. "My dad creamed off. It felt so nice feeling him... you know... shooting off against my toot. But then afterwards it felt really, really wrong."

"Wrong?" Jake laughed. "It's fucking awesome, is what it is! I thought you and your old man had kind of drifted apart these last few years... show how wrong I was!"

I smiled at my son's encouragement. This was exactly what Simon needed to hear.

Simon nodded, clearly lapping up every word, and then asked, "Do you two rub your dicks up and down in each other's butt cracks?"

"You just saw us frotting our cocks together," I smiled, "so yes, sometimes we frot from the rear."

"Have you actually... you know...?"

"Given each other a back-spray?" Jake chortled. "Yeah, we've flung a few loads out from between each other's cheeks!"

"No, I mean... do you guys actually... well...?"

"I don't want to get into a checklist of things I enjoy with my son," I smiled as the water in the kettle started boiling and the switch clicked off. "We do what feels right for us both at any given time. If you'd like to indulge similarly with your own father, then that's something I would heartily encourage you to explore."

"I guess I over-reacted," Simon said glumly. "I suddenly felt all guilty... like we'd just done something really weird..."

"That's a quirk of the male orgasm," I nodded, leaving the water in the kettle to cool a little so that it wouldn't soften the plastic cups too much. "All men experience it to at least some extent after experimenting with something outside of their sexual comfort zone."

"Well, it doesn't seem that much of a big deal now... especially after seeing you guys going dick-to-dick. Maybe when we get back home, I'll have another snuggle with my dad... let him bring us both off again if he wants to."

"That sounds like a good plan," I agreed, turning back to the cups to start pouring the hot water onto the coffee granules. I fully intended that we'd get Simon and his dad back down to business long before then, and I knew that Guy would be hoping for a lot more fun than just reaching into his kid's pyjama shorts to give his knob a quick spanking.

We took a few tentative sips of our coffee because it was way too hot and then Simon shook his dad's burly frame to wake him up.

"Come on, dad... it's morning... there's some coffee..."

Guy roused himself slowly and from how bleary-eyed he looked and confused he seemed, I wondered how long he must have lain awake worrying about what he'd just done with the young man he'd raised since birth.

"Oh... er... thanks son," he muttered croakily. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, dad," Simon smiled, passing him his drink once he was sitting up properly. "I just freaked out last night. Jake and his dad have helped me put things into perspective."

"Oh right," Guy nodded, taking a deep gulp from his coffee without even flinching at the scalding heat. "I was really worried about how upset you seemed afterwards..."

"Yeah, sorry about that... I just... I dunno... it felt so good and then suddenly seemed really wrong..."

I gestured across at Jake. "Come on... I think we better head out to the shower room!"

"Sounds good," he agreed and so we grabbed our wash-bags and towels and left the fledgling love-birds to their explanations and apologies.

The men's shower room was steamy and crowded: a forest of wet hairy bodies, shrivelled cocks and fat butts.

A single shower head was untaken so I asked Jake if he was up for sharing, to which he smirked and nodded.

We pulled our underpants off, releasing our two spent manhoods and low-swinging bollocks, and then bounded together into the vacant shower. We squeezed in between the other men, making it clear by repeatedly calling each other dad and son that we were just a normal father and his kid having to shower together.

At first we soaped ourselves, letting our large limp penises thump against each other as we jostled around under the spray. We chatted about our day ahead, pretending to oblivious to dad's fat droop slapping hard against son's downward curving schlong, laughing and joking together as we let our oversized sausages wrestle and frolic.

Men stared over - some hostile, others curious - and a few of our shower mates' wrinkled floppies started to show their own signs of interest.

Then we giggled as we squirted shower gel at each other, at first goofing around like two silly mates and then becoming more purposeful as we soaped each other down. Jake lathered the soap against my chest so that it frothed down onto my big droop and then dribbled from its fat head like thick gobs of cum. And I caressed it into his solid abs and washboard stomach, laughing as the bubbles became trapped in his pubes until they were hanging from his balls like an old man's beard.

By now some men were sprouting semis and some rushed from the showers before their cocks too blatantly betrayed their incestuous intrigue.

"Do you want me to wash your back, dad?" Jake asked with a cheeky smirk and a wink.

"That'd be really good of you, son," I replied, turning around to present my broad back and arse to him.

Jake kneaded soap between my shoulder blades with his chubby droop bashing heavily against my bum, and then said, "Lean forwards... the shower spray's washing the suds away..."

I bent fully over with my hands on my knees, like I would if I were letting my son take me from behind, and pushed my two big buttocks against his well-hung crotch. He washed my back thoroughly letting his soft but solid phallus slap roughly into the hairy gulley between my cheeks.

It felt very nice being in this position with Jake, offering him my bottom while he stood upright behind me. Often at home he would fuck me for real like this. We might be watching something on TV and he'd say, "I'm horny. Fancy a fuck?" I'd get up and pull my trousers and underpants down and then bend down to offer him my swollen arsehole for relief. And he'd stand behind me and use it with a silent urgency I'd come to enjoy, before plonking himself back down on the couch and getting on with the TV.