Operation Simon Pt. 04

I smiled at the man in front of me as I stayed bent over with Jake washing my back. He stared back at me and then blushed a deep shade of scarlet when I smirked at the hard-on raised upwards from his dense pubic bush. He grabbed his things and left, as did an older man who muttered something unpleasant-sounding in Spanish while throwing us a beligerent look.

"Want me to lather your crack up, dad?" Jake asked and I nodded eagerly.

He squirted some of the soap between my two dumpy cheeks and then worked his cock up and down in the forested valley to make it froth and bubble and clean my big bloated arsehole.

"I'm not gonna touch you back here... but this should do the job nicely!"

I chuckled, "Feels good to me!" as he grabbed my shoulders and ground his big soft cock up and down between my buttocks to thoroughly wash around my gape. He thrust his hips back and forth and I worked my bum roughly against his chunky floppy. Even the most naive and simple-minded of observers would see in our playful shenanigans a young man enthusiastically taking his own father up the arse.

A couple more men rushed out of the shower room, one struggling to conceal a very large and thick olive-coloured erection, as Jake pulled off me and commanded, "Now do me!"

We changed positions and I washed his back while he bent forwards, and then grabbed him by the hips so my cock could work up a lather between his two firm, squat buttocks. As I slid my cock up and down, I could feel the prominent pucker of his cock-loosened anus and then my cock started harden at the memory of how nice it felt for it to be buried up there.

The last of the men chose that moment to leave us to our lewd cavortions, and then Jake and I laughed loudly together that we now had the room all to ourselves.

We parted and rinsed ourselves under separate sprays and Jake chortled, "How to clear a shower room in two minutes flat!"

"I was actually wondering if one of them might hang around for a bit of a fun..."

"Yeah, that bloke with the massive dick could've taken over back-washing duties from you!"

"Really?" I chuckled, washing the suds from my arse crack that Jake's cock had left behind. "I'm still very much spent from our frot... would you really have been up for him rogering your bottom so soon after your orgasm?"

"'Course I would!" Jake laughed, turning around so I could see that his huge member was now half-stiffened again from the prospect of it. "How hot would it have been to let my old man watch me get fucked by some big-bollocked stranger who probably didn't even speak English?!"

"Wow!" I laughed. "That would have been most enjoyable!"

"It'd be good the other way too... me watching your arse getting knobbed by some bloke you don't even know!"

"Gosh, yes! That would be fun!"

Jake grinned at me. "Maybe when we get back home we should go cruising together, dad..."

"I rather think we should!" I chuckled. "I know a few places where the two of us could spend some... shall we say... quality time together!"

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When we got back to the room, I was surprised to find that Guy and Simon were sitting on the edge of their bed with the fronts of their underwear pulled down so that they could compare their two dissimilar dicks. Simon's was up like a broom handle again, and he held it proudly for his father with its long mushroom cap pushed out from his foreskin. Guy's was plump but only semi-hard and it flopped forwards over the gusset of his briefs, looking much thicker than his son's but with only about half of its length.

"I dunno when it fattened up," Guy was saying. "Maybe when I was in my early twenties, so yours might thicken up a bit too."

"I would love it!" Simon laughed. "Imagine my length with your thickness!"

Guy looked at me and grinned and Jake shut the door behind us. "We're comparing cocks," he chuckled. "Having a daddy-son moment."

"Yeah, Jake and I had a similar moment," I grinned back, remembering the time I first saw that my son's incredible erection was even longer and thicker than the one I was showing him.

I took my towel from around my waist to let my hefty droop join in with the party and Jake used his towel to start drying his hair, so that all four of our penises were out on parade.

"Does yours have big lobes at the back?" Simon asked his dad. "When it's properly hard, I mean?"

"I dunno... where's the lobes?"

"Here," Simon said, showing his dad how the back of his long pink helmet was split into two prominent bulges by a thin furrow of skin. "Mine really fill out... the base of my cock head develops a thick ridge all the way around it."

"It's called the flange," I chipped in. "Anyone you penetrate with it - man or woman - will greatly enjoy the sensation of it rubbing up and down inside them."

"Yeah, pity I don't like doing that," Simon smiled. "I tried pushing it up another boy's bum - the very first guy I slept with - but I really didn't like how it felt up there."

"You can try shoving it up mine," Jake offered, still vigorously towelling his hair with his chunky cock flopping solidly against his thighs. "I've got a nice deep arse... it might feel a bit better for a long prick like yours!"

"If he doesn't like it, maybe it's best he just enjoys taking a dick up his," Guy was quick to suggest. He was envisioning pleasant evenings ahead which would be all the more pleasant if his son liked bending for butt-sex without expecting for the two of them to swap positions afterwards.

"Well I'm up for that too," Jake smiled. "But then you know all about that!"

Simon beamed back at my son, his long cock rising noticeably higher in front of his chest, and then he turned back to his dad and asked, "Why do you think my penis is so much longer than yours?"

"When I was courting your mum," Guy replied, his own stubby knob still mainly floppy over the two bollocks still tucked inside his briefs, "her dad - your grandad - took us camping in Cornwall. It was total fuckin' disaster from start to end, but I got to see his dick in the campsite bathroom. It was first thing in the morning, so he was still half-hard, and it was dead long like yours, so I reckon you get it from your mum's side of the family."

"I get my long dick from my mum," Simon laughed. "I can see why you fancied her!"

I started pulling a clean pair of underpants on as Jake daubed product through his hair in front of the mottled mirror. His bum looked heavenly as he leaned forwards to work his fringe into a quiff. Its two squat cheeks were perfect - solidly round and muscular - and I wondered how on earth Simon could refuse his offer to slide his cock up between them.

"My cock really dribbles when it's hard," Simon told his dad. "I don't think yours does so much... it didn't feel like it did when it was pushing against me last night!"

"It does a bit," Guy said. "Depends on how horny I am."

"Does mine smell?" Simon asked, directing it twig-like shaft towards his father's face. "Precum is supposed to be salty but to me mine smells kind of sour."

Guy leaned forwards for a sniff of his son's cock-head and then smiled and declared, "Oh god... that's really nice, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah! Really boyish and sexy. Jesus... it's making my mouth water!"

Simon grinned back at his father and I winked at Jake smirking back at me through the mirror.

Then Simon asked, "Can I have a smell of yours?"

Guy stood up and offered his thick chunky cock to his son's eager nose. It looked mostly soft but had a little life swelling it up: the flange of his cock-head was prominent under his foreskin and the blunt tip poked slightly proud of its opening.

He yanked his foreskin fully back and Simon leaned in for a sniff of his dad's plump red helmet.

"Aw yeah, that's hot!" he gasped and then pushed his nose in closer to inhale more deeply. "It stinks of... well... 'man' and it's making me really horny!"

Guy laughed and then suggested, "Do you want a sniff of my arse?"

"God no!" Simon chortled. "You were farting like a bull before I woke you up!"

Guy laughed even louder. "Oh sorry, mate. Guess that's not the sort of stink you'd like!"

Simon grinned over at me and I could tell he was on the verge of suggesting something naughty. I threw Jake a small smirk as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and he made a subtle thumbs-up gesture as it was becoming steadily more obvious that father and son would soon be getting it on.

Finally Simon said, "Do you want to smell my bum?"

"Go on then," Guy said, sitting back down on the bed. "Just promise me you won't blow off in my face!"

Simon chuckled as he stood up and turned his back to his dad. He started pulling the back of his shorts down, with his wonderfully long cock raised high out front, and then lost his nerve and giggled, "No, it's vulgar! I can't let my own dad sniff my backside!"

"It's not vulgar!" I urged him. "It's all about the pair of you developing trust!"

That gave him all the encouragement he needed and he bared his arse for his dad, who leaned in for a sniff. Guy didn't just give Simon's cheeks a quick once-over or have a tentative whiff from a distance; he plunged his nose firmly in between his son's two pert buttocks and snorted hungrily right where his arsehole would be kicking out its raunchiest odour.

Guy bellowed at full volume: "Oh! Fuck! Yes!"

He grabbed Simon's hips and nuzzled his face more deeply into the boy's bum. He inhaled great nosefuls of his son's stink fresh from his tightly wrinkled anus, calling out, "Oh my god! That is so fuckin' hot!"

Simon pulled away, now looking more embarrassed than amused, and Guy leapt up from where he'd been sitting, yanking his briefs right down. He jabbed his full erection furiously into the air, his bollocks bouncing violently inside his hairy nutsack, and called out, "I told you it leaks when I get horny! Jesus me slit's fuckin' streaming!"

Simon turned around and looked at it, his eyes wide and face scarlet but with his own twelve-inch stalk still raised high. Guy took the boy's mood from the height of his hard-on rather than the discomfort on his face, and flaunted his enormous bull-cock at his son, laughing, "Look what your cunt-stink did to daddy's prick!"

But that proved to be a bridge too far for Guy's suddenly uncertain son. He cried out, "No! Really, dad, no! This is getting too much for me... I'm starting to seriously freak out!"

"Hey, chill dude!" Jake laughed over at his buddy. "Your dad was just messing... weren't you, Guy?"

"Oh... er... yeah," Guy said, wrestling his throbbing manhood with difficulty back into the front of his briefs. "Just reminded me a bit of your mum's smell, that's all..."

"You went too far, that's all," Simon said, still looking startled. He tucked his own softening cock back into his pyjama shorts before adding, "I think I better go and take a shower."

"Yeah, me too," Guy nodded, now looking sheepish and realising that for the second time he'd overstepped the mark.

"Make it a cold one," I whispered to him as the two men picked up their things and headed out of the room.

Once they'd gone, Jake and I looked at each other and we both exhaled together in tense relief.

"Fucking hell," my son said, grabbing a t-shirt from his rucksack. "One minute Simes is playing along, the next he's throwing a paddy!"

"I keep telling Guy to take things one step at a time. I couldn't believe it last night when he pushed his dick against Simon's backside... and didn't he think before he leapt up so stupidly just now that he was basically telling his son, 'I want to fuck you'?"

"Yeah, but at least the idea's been planted," Jake observed as he pulled on his t-shirt. "Simon knows now that his dad's horny for his arse... given a bit of time, he might start liking the idea of giving his old man what he wants..."

I smiled and nodded, buttoning up my shirt. "I suppose that's a possibility... but not if Guy keeps charging in like an over-excited bull."

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By all accounts, Guy and his son showered in near-silence and any attempts Guy made to soften Simon's mood were met with curt, monosyllabic responses. Things continued to be strained as they got dressed back in the room and Simon only started to relax again while we having breakfast in a small street cafe a couple of blocks from the hostel.

By the time we caught a bus over to Park Guell, Simon was starting to smile at his dad's stupid jokes. Sitting in front of them on the bus, I heard Guy mutter a softly spoken, "I'm sorry," to his son, and then Simon whisper back, "Just don't call it my cunt. I'm a boy and it's my butt."

I bought us all ice-creams at the entrance to the park and by now Guy and Simon seemed to be acting largely normally together. We decided to split up to explore as the two young men claimed they wanted to see the mosaics at the top of the hill. I suspected, however, from their sniggers and glances together, that their intention was to find a quiet colonnade so that Simon could see if he liked the feel of having his long cock buried deeply up Jake's commodious arse.

It was becoming increasing hot and I didn't feel up to climbing endless flights of steps, so Guy and I sat on a bench and chatted about the things that happened in the hostel room.

"You've got to rein it back a bit," I told him. "He's sexually interested in you - that much is clear - but in terms of his willingness to take it further, he's on a knife-edge. Push him too far and you could ruin the whole plan."

"I know... I fucked up," Guy said. "I just... I dunno... feeling his arsehole against my cock last night and smelling it up close this morning... it's made me realise how much I want to do him for proper!"

"You really want to have anal sex with your son?"

"Yeah... before this holiday I would have been happy to just set things up so we sucked each other off now and then. But now... Jesus! His smell really did remind me of his mum and the feel of his tight little ringpiece last night... it was just so horny! He's my kid and I love him and I want to show him that love in a way that we both enjoy."

I nodded. "Yes, that's how I feel about the sex I have with Jake."

"So yeah... I want the deal to be that I wank him off while I'm behind him, doing him up the arse. When he's home from uni I want it to become normal that pretty regularly - maybe every few nights - we get together for a good, hard bumming."

"Well we're going to have to take it slowly. You saw just now how easy we could blow this."

"How about tonight back at the hostel, me and you suggest the four of us have a circle jerk. Nothing too heavy... we'll just say we're all horny and we should sit round and have a wank."

"That sounds very nice," I chuckled, imagining the four of us naked with our hands pumping up and down our upright cocks. "I think I'll greatly enjoy it!"

"You reach over and start wanking Jake off and we'll see if Simon lets me do the same to him..."

"I'm sure he will," I asserted. "Last night he let you rub that incredible erection he grows!"

"So then Jake returns the favour and starts wanking your dick and we see if Simon'll reach over and have a play with mine..."

"Hmm... that's less certain but still likely... he liked the look and smell of your cock just a few hours ago..."

Guy smiled and nodded. "After that, we see how things pan out. See how far we can push things without him flipping out."

"Just be careful," I smiled back. "We're making progress with 'Operation: Simon' but one wrong move and you and your son could be going home on separate flights!"

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To be continued

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