Don’t Freak Out
by Robert Furlong


 Part 1

For several months, I’d been promising my son that I’d show him how two men can make love very intensely and passionately together using only their two cocks.

Jake is young and bisexual but when it comes to other boys, he has made it very clear that his interests are exclusively anal.  He likes fucking his buddies up their bums and he likes switching places so they can do the same thing to him.  He enjoys licking his mates’ arseholes and wanks off sniffing their hot, hairy cracks.  I’ve seen him face-sitting many a friend he’s brought home from uni and watched just about as many lowering their big hairy buttocks down to smother him.  I’ve heard him dabbling in fart-fun, had him try to explain the attraction of felching and once, when he had a mild-mannered young man from Hull staying over with us, I walked in on the two of them in the middle of an extremely aggressive shit-fuck.

So he likes all things ‘bum’ – at least as far as other guys are concerned – and I decided I would prove to him that gay sex can instead focus on the pleasures of the penis.

“That night we’re staying over at Anfield,” I began telling him one morning over breakfast, “I wondered about booking the three of us into a family room.”

“Yeah, cool,” he grunted, swiping through whichever app he now uses to keep up socially.

“Guy and I will have the double, you one of the singles.”


I casually added, “Guy and I will probably make love together on our bed before sleeping.”

I’d long since stopped feeling any sense of embarrassment about sexual stuff with Jake.  Over the last few years, he’d become aware that I was hooking up with other men for sex and it was since he’d been at university that he’d had started playing around with other boys himself.

He didn’t look up so I added, “I thought you might rather like to see the two of us ‘in flagrante’, as it were.”

He stayed glued to whatever was on his phone and muttered, “If I wanna see old guys fucking, I reckon I can figure out how to type ‘mature’ into Pornhub, thanks all the same.”

“I dare say you can,” I smiled.  “But we won’t be fucking, we’ll be frotting.  I told you about it… we have sex these days kneeling together face-to-face.”

Now he did look up and his eyebrows betrayed that his old dad could still rouse his curiosity.  “Oh yeah… that’s right… you did mention that. How does it work, then… d’you have a special toy you both screw each end of…?”

“Of course not,” I chuckled.  “The whole point is that we focus our efforts entirely on each other’s penises.”

“So what do you… you know… penetrate?”

“There is no penetration.  We hold onto each other by the hips and thrust our erections together… very strenuously and vigorously once we’re both fully aroused.”

“And that’s it?” he asked, with amused incredulity.  “You just grab onto each other and rub your dicks together?”

“It’s an incredibly sensual form of lovemaking, I’ll have you know!  All the better for being entirely masculine!”

“But surely one of you reaches back and pushes a finger up the other’s ass…?”

“That isn’t how it works,” I smiled.  “We’re having sex as two men… why pretend that one of us is a woman with a vagina when we can make homosexual love together by stimulating both of our manhoods?”

“Come on, dad… bum sex isn’t just some second-rate substitute for pussy sex!” he laughed.  “It’s good in its own way… I mean, it tastes totally different… smells like the complete opposite…”

“I’m not saying I don’t enjoy anal sex… you know I’m a very ardent fan… it’s just that Guy and I are now developing a more affectionate relationship and frotting together as two male lovers is something that feels right to us both.”

“So how do you do it?” he asked.  “You get in front of each other and… well, what…?”

“We kneel or squat together,” I explained, pleased by his interest.  “I prefer to squat to avoid cramping my testicles.”

“Makes sense,” he chortled.  “Those massive knackers of yours need some space to breathe…”

“Then we vigorously work our two erections upwards.  We hold and caress… kiss and nuzzle together… tenderly whisper our feelings…”

“While your two big dicks are thrusting against each other?”

“They’re not against each other,” I smiled, emphasizing the word ‘against’. “They’re very much together… we match each other’s strength and pace…”

“And you keep your hands well away from each other’s butts?”

“Yes… this is strictly penile sex, not anal.”

“And then you both shoot your two big white fountains up between each other’s chests?” he grinned.

“That’s the intended outcome, yes,” I chuckled back.

“Well, I’ve got to admit… it does sound kinda hot,” he acknowledged as he downed the last of his coffee.  “So, yeah… the family room’ll be cool. You guys can put on a little show for me before we all turn in for the night!”

I grabbed his cup and plate and put them next to the sink.

Then I asked him, “Do you think you’ll masturbate while you watch us?”

He cackled at that.  “Of course I fucking will!  I’ve grown a semi just thinking about it!”

He stood up and his developing wood was making an obvious rod through the front of his far-too-tight jeans.

“Well, I think I’ll rather enjoy that,” I told him.  “The lights in the room turned low… me and Guy on the double making passionate love with our cocks… you lying alongside us stroking your own while you watch us.”

“Yeah, sounds hot!” he grinned.  “I mean, I’ll be wishing I could rim Guy’s butt while the of you are at it, but I guess a boy can’t have everything!”

I turned to fill the sink with water to quickly wash our dishes before I went to work.

Then Jake surprised me by asking, “I don’t suppose you’re up for a quickie before you head out, are you?”

I should perhaps explain at this point that my son and I have recently taken our already unusual relationship to a new level of unconventionality. He drunkenly seduced me on the night of his twenty-first birthday and since then we’ve been indulging together in occasional but surprisingly exciting sex.  We masturbate together, often pleasure each other orally, and sometimes enjoy full anal relations, taking it in turns to use each other’s rears from behind.  Our sex, while far from regular, is frequent enough to have become an unremarkable part of our lives and has so far – despite my initial worries to the contrary – served only to strengthen our father-son bond.

“I’m late as it is, Jake,” I told him, already tempted to be even later if it meant I got to fellate his wonderful erection.

“Literally two minutes,” he insisted.  “Just pull the back of your trousers down and I’ll do you bending over the sink.”

“Gosh, you want the full works!” I laughed, now even more tempted by the idea of going into my nine-thirty meeting with my son’s shit-stained semen trickling out of my arsehole and giving the small conference room we were in the distinct odour of bum sex.

“Yeah, I didn’t jazz off last night.  I was going to this morning but then I overslept and I’m meeting Darren at ten.”

“Can’t you just do him up his bum?” I chuckled, already unbuckling my belt to hitch my trousers down around my thighs.

“What makes you think I’m not?” Jake laughed back, unzipping his fly so he could extract his stiffening erection from his boxers.  “A lad’s got to warm up, hasn’t he?!  Just to stop the bollocks aching…”

I pulled my briefs down and then hitched my shirt up to fully present to my son the two hefty buttocks of his father’s large arse that he’d now grown accustomed to relieving himself into.  I leaned forwards, splaying the dense thicket from my crack and then reached back with both hands to prize my cheeks further apart to invite him to use the pink pucker lurking within.

He sniffed the air a few times, wanking his cock off to get it fully hard, and then asked, “Did you shower after you took a dump?”

“No, I showered first… needed to wake up a bit.”

“Yeah, that figures,” he nodded.  “I can really smell your cunt… all moist and sticky!”

I smiled towards the kitchen window, still holding my buttocks to apart to offer him the puffy hoop of my anus.  For Jake, such talk was intended to be taken as a compliment.  As a huge fan of anal, the pungent stink of an unwashed arsehole is sure to get him horny.  He sniffed it eagerly, wanking himself more quickly, and I could see his hefty cock quickly stiffening up to full size as he levelled its blunt head up with my odorous sphincter.

“Jesus, it smells hot!” he gasped, as the broad dome of his helmet jabbed roughly into my ring.  “You’re just like me… your dooky’s got a really heinous stink!”

“Heinous in a good way?” I chuckled, feeling him break through the squeeze of my hole and the long rod of his cock slowly enter me.

“Aw yeah… nice and ripe… really adds to the fuck!”

“If you let me know when you’re likely to be horny, I’ll try and time my toilet habits to coincide!”

“No need,” he grunted, his thick shaft now almost fully inserted up dad’s deep bum.  “Even when you’re clean, your arse gives one of the smelliest fucks I know!”

He grabbed me tightly and started humping me roughly against the kitchen worktop.  I bent further forwards, pushing my big solid backside out to take him.  He panted as he furiously ploughed my arsehole, standing tall behind me and with his enormous cock straining through the gape of his fly.

“Less than a minute,” he gasped.  “I said it’d be a quickie…”

I let go of my buttocks and reached underneath to wank myself.  The feel of Jake’s cock pounding my innards had roused it to full size in seconds and I jerked it eagerly, hoping I could incite myself to cum when he did.

I loved the thought of sitting in my meeting feeling my cock slit dribbling the dregs of my semen as copiously as my bum was leaking Jake’s spunk from its over-stretched hole.  My underpants and the seat of my trousers would reek of our butt-fuck: my workmates would whisper afterwards about how shocking it was that Rob stunk of anal, not knowing that it was my son’s cock that had yielded such a sodomitic stink from their otherwise unremarkable colleague.

“Good job Dan next door isn’t out in his back garden,” Jake chortled.  “I wonder if he’d figure out what we’re doing…”

I smiled at the idea of my neighbour seeing me, the boring bloke whose hedge-trimmer he occasionally borrows, bending over the kitchen sink to get furiously fudge-packed by my twenty-one-year-old son.

“From the position we’re in,” I chuckled, “I don’t think it would take a great deal of guesswork…”

He’d see the dad offering his big bared behind with his trousers yanked down and his shirt hitched up.  He’d see the son holding him by the hips and slamming the front of his jeans in fast urgent strokes against the quivering buttocks.  He’d see his two neighbour’s faces eager and breathless; both staring forwards, both clearly enjoying the moment.  All would tell him that the father and son he lived next door to were now indulging in impatient buggery after their cornflakes.

“Would you mind if someone knew what we get up to?” Jake asked from behind me, his pace and force growing faster and harder.

“As long as it was someone we can trust,” I replied, suddenly rather liking the idea of seeing another man’s reaction on watching my bent-over backside receive a heavy load of semen from Jake’s enthusiastic cock.

“You ready to let rip?” Jake gasped, his thrusting now becoming violent as his climax neared.  “I said I wouldn’t be long…”

“Give me twenty… maybe about thirty seconds!” I urged him.  “But keep drilling me… it feels extremely pleasant!”

“I’ll hold it off as long as I can,” he chuckled, his cock still pistoning back and forth through my hole.  “But it isn’t gonna be long!”

I wanked myself furiously, annoyed that I’d cum barely an hour ago, having briskly attended to my morning wood while sitting on the toilet.

“Jesus, it reeks!” Jake panted.  “Good thing we already had breakfast!”

“Oh God, yes it’s ripe!” I laughed.  “It’s a real Furlong fuck-stink!”

“She’s gonna blow!” Jake roared, now pummelling my arse with all the sensuality of a pneumatic drill.  His jeans were thumping savagely against my round buttocks, making them crack loudly like he was slapping my bum.

I felt the heat of his boy-spunk squirting up into my bowels and, as I dimly wondered how genetically similar his sperms would be to mine, my own cock started firing off in thick squirts across the cupboard doors.

“Beautifully timed again, Robert,” my son laughed even while his goopy discharge was still being powerfully ejected through his slit.  “I love how your big muff munches on my cock when you start jizzing off!”

“Why do you always refer to my bum as if it’s a vagina?” I asked him, once he’d pulled his cock out of me and we were using kitchen roll to wipe the gelatinous brown sludge from where our bodies had been connected.

“I dunno,” he shrugged.  “Maybe it makes it feel less weird.”

“Does our arrangement feel weird to you?” I asked him, suddenly concerned. “I thought we’d agreed to view it as merely functional… a sort of biological necessity we’re helping each other with?”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded, smiling over to reassure me as he wrestled his softening length back through his fly and zipped himself up.  “‘Weird’ is probably the wrong word.  If I call it your pussy or your minge or whatever, it’s like I’m just using it as a cum dump… it kind of obscures that I’m basically doing my own dad up the bum!”

“But you are doing your own dad up the bum, Jake,” I smiled back.  “And I’m doing my own son up his… not to mention fellating him, rimming him and – on one very memorable occasion – frigging his backside off while he sucked himself off!”

Jake laughed, squirting some soap onto his fingers before turning on the tap.

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?” he chortled, washing his hands. “You’ll never believe how many times when I was a kid you nearly caught me under my duvet noshing my own dick off!”

“I think I would,” I chuckled back.  “Just because I never said anything, that didn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what all the activity was when I came in to wake you up.”

“You knew I was crouched under there giving my morning wood a good sucking?”

“Of course I did!” I smiled.  “I’m able to fellate my own – as you know – so I’m well aware of what it means when a young lad emerges scarlet-faced from under a tenting duvet desperately licking the goo from around his lips!”

“So you finally got to see me hunched over bollock naked doing it for real…”

“I did indeed,” I nodded.  “And I have to say, it was absolutely stunning.”

I threw the foul-smelling tissue in the bin and then walked over to wash my hands once he’d finished his.  I’d left enough of our shitty-spunky gunge in my arse crack for my colleagues to get a whiff of, even through my briefs and trousers.  It amused me to imagine them whispering that I’d been late in for work because I’d taking a thick load up me from some other bloke’s cock.

“Doesn’t it bother you a bit, though?” he asked.  “That little Jakey and his daddy are doing this kinda stuff?”

“You’re hardly little Jakey any more,” I chuckled.  “You’re a twenty-one-year-old man and we’ve both chosen to go into this.  We’re currently having sex together and while it lasts it’s fun.  I’m sure one day it’ll stop and, when it does, I hope we can still look back on it fondly without it becoming an issue between us that we both are too embarrassed to talk about.”

“Okay,” he smiled, “let’s call it what it is.  I’ll call you dad when I do it, and I’ll call your opening your arsehole.  How does that sound?”

I smiled back and nodded.  “We’re father-son fuck-buddies.  We should be proud that our relationship is strong enough to accommodate something as… how should I put it… quirky as that!”

He chuckled and grabbed his phone from the table.  “Well, in that case, thanks for the fuck, dad.  I owe you one… let me know next time you’re horny!”

“So you’re definitely okay with me booking all three of us into the one room?”

He grinned.  “If I get to see my elders and betters frotting their dicks off before we turn in, then… yeah… count me in!”


Jake was already slouched on his bed, stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and absorbed as ever in the goings-on on his phone.

Guy came in from brushing his teeth and was about to get into bed wearing only his dark blue M&S briefs.

I said, “Actually, Guy… I’d very much like us to make love together before we all go to sleep.”

“Okay,” he shrugged.  “As long as kiddo over here doesn’t mind seein’ his old man gettin’ shafted up the shitter!”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Jake grinned.  He always liked spending time with Guy and the two of them weren’t averse to getting it on together themselves.

“You know what a stink he makes, then,” Guy laughed.  “For a lah-dee-dah bloke, your old fella’s backdoor is a fuckin’ shocker once it has a cock shoved up it!”

“Know it inside out, mate!” Jake guffawed and then glanced over at me to confirm I was in on the private joke.

“Actually,” I said to Guy, “I was hoping we could make love properly… show my son how we only need our penises to fully arouse one another.”

“Oh that,” Guy replied flatly.  “You sure you don’t wanna feel a nice thick sausage slidin’ in and out of your tush?”

He grabbed the crotch of his briefs and gave his bulge what I assume was intended as a seductive tug.

“No, I want us to frot,” I insisted.  “And I want us to show Jake how beautiful it is.”

Guy glanced at my son and I saw them roll their eyes together as if to express their shared exasperation.

Guy pulled his briefs off to make his semi bounce around and sighed, “Come on, then, Romeo… let’s do it the gay way!”

“It’s hardly the gay way,” Jake chipped in.  “Gay guys love to fuck… I can totally vouch for that.”

“But gay love is about expressing your feelings for each other as two men,” I countered, removing my own underpants.  “And what better way to that than to stimulate each other’s male organs.”

We got on the bed together, our two big cocks still drooping but slowly gaining in girth and length, and Jake asked, “And you’re okay with this ‘gay love’ thing, are you Guy?”

Guy shrugged.  “Me and your dad both date women and I’ve gotta admit that I still mainly fancy birds.  But I can’t deny that there’s something special between me and him… if you wanna call that ‘gay’ and say we’re like boyfriends or whatever… then that’s okay with me… it’s just words after all.”

I leaned forwards to kiss him and, as he smiled against my mouth, he reached down to fondle my stiffening cock and then play with my two big heavy nuts.

I caressed his broad, hairy chest and craned further in to nibble at his lovely delicate ear, and he said, “A few years ago I’d have seriously slapped a bloke who came on to me like this!  Birds were for doin’ this kinda stuff with but… well… sometimes a fella’s feelings can change, can’t they?”

“So how are you two gonna make lu-urve, then?” Jake asked with a smirk. “Come on… show me what you reckon gay love looks like!”

“How do you want us to embrace?” I asked Guy.  “I’m going to need to squat tonight… my balls are very full and heavy…”

“Yeah, mine are pretty loaded,” he nodded.  “I’m gonna need my legs open too… how about I squat over you with our two pairs of knackers hangin’ down between our legs?”

Jake chortled from his bed, “Do you guys need an instruction manual or something?  This seems kinda complicated!”

“We’re both men!” I snapped.  “The bits don’t automatically fit… especially as we’re both so well-endowed!”

I hunkered into place and Guy squatted over me.  Our cocks thumped together, still droopy but becoming more plump and solid, and we let our balls dangle low, swaying gently underneath our two splayed butt-cracks.

“This is the idea,” I told Jake, grabbing Guy by the hips as he held me firmly by mine.  “Now we kiss together… caress each other… and once our cocks have grown fully hard then we’ll start vigorously frotting!”

“Your arse is on full fuckin’ gape, Guy,” Jake laughed.  “I can see your hairy little bung… Jesus Christ, I can smell it!  I don’t suppose you’d let me rim him, dad, while you’re bashing your pricks up and down?”

“Absolutely not!  This is deeply intimate and sensual, Jake… strictly between the two of us!”

Guy laughed, “Aw, come on, Rob!  You can’t deny the lad a mouthful of hot chocolate before bed, can you?”

“I’m afraid there’s no chocolate on offer… only double cream and that’s not for you!”

“Awww… dad!” Jake whined, pretending he was about eight.  “But it’s got sticky toffee sauce on it… all brown and yummy!”

Guy and I laughed, gently rubbing our stiffening cocks together, and then Jake said in a more serious voice, “Okay… so I’ll let the men show me how it’s done… how two big buff blokes with massive bollocks make love using their cocks.”

I grabbed Guy tighter and we started humping more briskly.  He leaned in and we kissed, letting our tongues taste my wine and his beer, and I felt his nipples pressing into mine, his chest hair bristling against my pecs.

His cock grew bigger and harder as it pressed into mine, and we smiled together, our lips still locked and our tongues caressing, as the stronger flexing of our big buttocks signalled that our frotting was now beginning in earnest.  I thrust my own cock upwards in long, powerful strokes, feeling it swell thicker and firm larger as my huge helmet ripened to a smooth purple lustre.  Guy matched my rhythm with rough jabs of his own veinier shaft, making up for its slightly shorter length by pounding it much more aggressively than mine.

“Aw nice!” Jake chortled, rubbing his own lengthening organ through the loose baggy shorts he was wearing.  “You guys look pretty hot… sensual kind of… I can see why you like it!”

I pulled away from Guy’s mouth and, starting to pant as we pumped our hips more frantically into each other, whispered, “Your eyes are so beautiful… your face so handsome…”

Guy grinned back and muttered, “Your cock’s gettin’ moist… your slit goo’s makin’ mine feel wet…”

I chuckled, “It’s not all mine!”  Once the two of us were dribbling, our precum would act as lube, heightening our arousal and pleasure.

I nuzzled into his face and we rubbed our noses together.  Then I pouted my lips against his and we made little kisses together, just puckering our mouths to gently touch while smiling at each other.  Then he extended his tongue and I laughed before pushing mine out so he could lap the tip of his against it.

“You guys look awesome!” Jake marvelled, pulling his cock out to start wanking himself off while he watched us.  “It’s gay as fuck, but I gotta admit I kinda like it!”

Guy pulled away from flicking his tongue against mine and asked, smirking, “Do you love me, Rob?”

I grinned back, our cocks now sweeping furiously upwards making the sensitive heads lunge together.  “Maybe… yeah… I reckon I might!”

Guy held me tighter and started really pummelling me with his throbbing manhood.

“Aw fuck!” he cried out, spraying spit into my face.  “Work it faster, Rob… come on… work with me…”

“God, this stinks of cock!” Jake called over, now wanking himself as fast as me and my lover were so roughly ramming our crotches into each other. “Really sour and cheesy… really fuckin’ horny!”

“Do you love me?” I asked Guy, bucking my hips as fast as I could to keep up with the sheer onslaught of his driving erection.

“You’re a dickhead, but yeah,” he grinned, leaning over to peck another kiss on my lips.  “Of course I fuckin’ do!”

A white fountain shot up from the huge purple dome of my helmet, splashing my jizz onto our chins and then pouring in thick rivers down our chests. The smell of my seed was all at once stifling and cloying and within seconds the whole room seemed to fill with its overpowering potence.

“Aw, dad… Jesus!” Jake laughed, still frantically working his own big prick.  “Your spunk fuckin’ reeks!  To think I actually came from that stuff!”

Guy used my semen to lubricate his strong upward thrusts.  He grabbed me tight and rammed the rock hard shaft of his cock against mine in increasingly powerful jabs, grunting like a tennis player as his own orgasm neared.

He cried out, “Oh fuck!  I love you, mate!” as his fat red helmet swelled to a throbbing sheen before erupting with a gusher of its own which reached even higher than mine.  He discharged shot after shot of the stuff until it was hanging in white ropes from our eyebrows and noses.  We grinned together as we licked it from each other’s faces and then, giggling at our silliness, we leaned in for a kiss and shared the taste of his thick seed together with our tongues.


“Okay, so kudos to you guys making lu-urve together and getting all kissy-cuddly and stuff,” Jake commented from his bed.  We’d cleaned up and Guy and I were slouching naked on the double together, my arm around him and his hand on my thigh.

“But…?” I continued for him, throwing him a warning look of admonishment in preparation for whatever sarcastic quip was to follow.

He smirked at my distrustful glare.  “But… and I only say this as an observation, not as a criticism… you guys are both still running hard-ons.  Or is that part of how it works?”

I glanced down at my cock and found that it was still mostly erect.  And Guy’s, although flopped against the top of his hairy thigh, was also thick and solid as if ready for round two.

“Usually, once your dad’s asleep,” Guy replied, “I head off to the john and wank off.”

“Do you really?” I asked.

“Usually, yeah.  It’s nice to nut-off cock-to-cock, but it doesn’t quite do it for me.  And hearing how you whack away at yourself in the shower next morning, you must know what I mean.”

“Well, yes… I suppose.  I just find I need relief quite quickly again… I’ve never really thought about it.”

He went on, “Sensual sex, or whatever you wanna call it, is fulfilling on one level.  But a bloke needs to jazz-off properly up a minge or an arse… or doing his best with his right hand if neither of those are available.”

“Gosh, I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

“It’s like cats, isn’t it?” Guy asked.

Jake chortled at that.  “How the fuck is it like cats?”

“Well they have a feeding instinct and they have a hunting instinct.  The two are separate, though.  So even if you keep your cat well fed, it’s still going to hunt.”

I nodded.  “So our lovemaking doesn’t quench your desire to… well… stick your cock in a hole?”

“I guess it doesn’t,” Guy grinned, pushing himself up off the bed.  “If you guys don’t mind, I’ll head off to the john with my phone to finish myself off!”

“Hey… I didn’t cum!” Jake quickly chipped in.

Guy grinned across at him with interest but I asked, “What’s that got to do with the price of fish?”

“I’m just saying… you know… I’m still feeling horny and… well…”


“Well basically, you guys have enjoyed your frot together… but now Guy needs a hole and I’m still running a boner myself…”


“Come on, dad,” Jake laughed, “you know what I’m saying.”

I laughed back.  “I just want to hear you say it!”

“You might not want to give big boy a ride on your back, but Jakey over here packed plenty of lube and he’s more than willing!”

“Aw fuck yeah!” Guy bellowed, now finally understanding the gist of what we’d been saying.  “You’d be okay with that, Rob, wouldn’t you?  I mean you know me and your kid have played around before…”

“It might be rather fun to watch the pair of you,” I chuckled, realising that I could use this as an opportunity to demonstrate for Guy the new relationship I’d forged with my son.  “As long as it’s purely sex…”

Jake was already pulling his t-shirt off and hitching down his boxers.  As he grabbed his lube from his toiletries bag, Guy assured me, “I swear, Rob… I’ll just fuck him dead hard up his arse and blow my nut and that’s it… no foreplay… no canoodling… no nothing!”

“I’m still hard too,” I reminded him.  “I might come over to play myself… I don’t mind you canoodling with me!”

“Yeah, fine,” Guy grinned.  “You okay with me shagging your lad up his tush, then?”

Jake was by now showing his willingness by bending forwards on all-fours on his bed sticking his arse out with the hair inside the crack smeared with lube.  “Be rough as you like!” he called over to my large, burly lover. “See if you can make me cum without touching my dick!”

“Go for it, buddy,” I smiled back at Guy.  “Just leave a bit of room for me!”

My friend hastily clambered onto the bed behind my son, knelt down between his shins and levelled his cock up with the boy’s well-fucked gash.

“It’s like a fuckin’ big cunt,” he laughed, as he parted Jake’s legs wider and pressed his blunt red cock-head against the puffy pink hoop of his opening and then grabbed him firmly by the hips as he started working his fully recharged hard-on up into my son’s arse.

“Doesn’t smell much like one,” Jake grinned back at him as their bodies became increasingly deeply connected.  Then he let out a trumpeting fart and added, “Doesn’t sound much like one either!”

“Nice to fuck though,” Guy chuckled, starting to work his big cock in and out of the younger man’s gaping hole.  “Even if does smell like you’ve just taken a dump!”

“Aw yeah!  It fuckin’ stinks!” Jake chortled, sniffing the air with obvious proud satisfaction.  “You’re a right shit-stabber, you are, Mr Leeson!”

“Good job I don’t mind a bit of crud on my cock,” Guy smirked over at me. “Your Jake sure as hell likes servin’ up a brown-fuck!”

I smiled at how Guy was pretending like he ‘didn’t mind’ a bit of dirty anal: in reality I knew that he was massively turned on when a butt-fuck became especially smelly and messy.

“Let me show you something,” I told Guy as I clambered onto the bed in front of Jake.  “Only don’t freak out… promise me you won’t freak out…”

“What is it?” Guy laughed, grabbing Jake’s hips more tightly and fucking him more roughly with long, driving thrusts.

“Just say you won’t freak out…”

“I’m not the type to freak out, Rob… you of all people should know that!”

“But this is a bit different,” I muttered, squatting down in front of my son so that my cock arched upwards with its shiny head just inches from his grinning face.

Jake leaned in and sniffed eagerly at his dad’s puckered slit, working his arse back against Guy’s hips as his odorous gape was powerfully fucked.  I yanked my foreskin fully back to expose the whole purple plum to Jake’s nose and smiled as it swelled up and became smooth and shiny.

“Aw yeah,” Guy laughed.  “Like getting a whiff of daddy’s big bell-end, do you?  Go on… sniff it!  Sniff the hole you shot out of when you were a tiny speck of spunk!”

Jake chuckled and leaned in further to inhale more intently the aroma of the organ whose exertions over twenty-one years ago had caused him to be formed.

“Nice and musky, is it?” Guy asked, clearly not expecting an answer.  “Go on, take a long deep breath of daddy’s cheesy helmet!”

“There’s more I want to show you,” I muttered, reaching down to Jake’s head and urging it forwards.  Guy’s smirk turned to puzzlement as I thrust my huge manhood upwards and my son obliged me by opening his mouth wide.

“What the… aw fuck!”

Jake giggled as he bobbed down to consume the top six inches of his own father’s large erection and started sucking hungrily on it, making contented groans as if relishing the taste of the precum that was seeping from its slit.

“He’s suckin’ your cock, Rob!” Guy called out, the bucking of his hips abruptly stopping with his shaft plugged halfway out of Jake’s arse.

I smiled at him to show that I was okay to have my son fellate me – that this was what I’d wanted to show him – and gently stroked Jake’s hair in encouragement as he bobbed his mouth up and down my organ, drinking down the ooze it was steadily yielding.

Guy’s face stayed shocked as he peered down at Jake suckling at my manhood and then back up to my face smiling cheerfully at him.  He muttered, “Your own son’s givin’ you a blowjob… I mean, fuckin’ hell, Rob!  He’s gobbin’ you off for proper!”

I suddenly worried that I’d badly misjudged this and had a horrible thought that Guy was going to turn on me, perhaps even give me a thump for allowing Jake to get so inappropriately intimate with his own dad.  After all, Guy had a son himself and had always shielded him from sex in complete contrast to how I was with Jake.

“I can’t believe I’m seein’ this!” Guy gaped at me, his mouth agape with astonishment.

“We can stop if it disgusts you,” I told him, as Jake continued to slurp noisily up and down my upright phallus, oblivious to the wide-eyed amazement being shown by the man whose dick was lodged halfway up his butt. “Just don’t freak out, Guy… tell me you’re not going to freak out…”


Part 2

“I’m not gonna freak out, Rob,” Guy assured me.  “I’m just surprised, that’s all…”

I smiled at him again to show that, even though he was quite visibly shaken by what he was seeing, I was more than comfortable to have my son’s mouth slurping up and down my large erection in front of him.

“How long have you guys…?” he started to stammer before laughing incredulously and calling out, “Wow!  He’s noshing you off, Rob!  Your kid is actually sucking on his dad’s big dick!”

“It’s been a couple of months,” I told him, gently caressing Jake’s hair as he very boisterously fellated me.  “Jake and I have come to a very… how should I put it… ‘serviceable’ arrangement.”

“I’d say!” Guy laughed, now with more humour in his face.  “What, you suck him he sucks you, kinda thing?”

“Well, yes, we do have a give-and-take approach,” I agreed, now taking my hand away so that Guy could better see my son’s face working the length of my upright cock.  “But we don’t limit ourselves to fellatio… we use each other for relief in a variety of different ways.”

“Yeah?” Guy grinned, clearly starting to come to terms with what had been an unexpected revelation.  “You guys are… you know… doing each other up the arse…?”

“We offer each other anal release, yes… when one or other of us feels like full penetration…”

Guy grabbed Jake’s hips again and started fucking him quickly and roughly. “Aw yeah!” he chuckled, now enjoying watching Jake attend to his dad’s thick shaft while his own was tightly stimulated by the same young man’s bowels.  “That is so fuckin’ hot!  I gotta see your Jake fuck you, Rob… see how much he likes a bit of daddy’s big hairy butt!”

Jake pulled off my cock and laughed, “You wanna see how much I like my old man’s arse?  Go on, dad, turn around… let me get my face in your crack!”

“Fuck yes!” Guy cried out.  “Shove your arse in his face… make him lick you out!”

I chuckled, pushing myself up to change position.  “I’m guessing this means you’re okay with Jake and I being sexual together…?”

“Okay with it?” Guy laughed, now driving himself in and out of my son’s squat backside with fast, furious strokes.  “I fuckin’ love it!”

I turned around to present my two large buttocks to Jake’s face, and Guy went on, “I was just a bit poleaxed when he went down on you, that’s all… I so wasn’t expectin’ it…”

Jake pressed his nose into my abundantly forested rear trench and Guy guffawed uproariously.

He pushed the back of Jake’s head to plant his face squarely between my cheeks and called out, “Yeah… that’s it!  Get a nice deep sniff of daddy’s ripe gash!”

Jake inhaled loudly, savouring deeply and deliberately the pungent odour of my coarse wiry bum-hair, and Guy bellowed, “Fu-u-uck!” at the top of his voice, with his hips cracking frantically against my son’s muscular behind.

“Lick it!” he cried out at the top of his voice.  “Lick your dad’s skanky hole… stick your tongue right up it!”

Jake made munching sounds to make it clear that it he was sloppily eating his father’s arsehole, and I chuckled, “We enjoy rimming… fingering… a whole array of different shared activities…”

“But best of all you like to fuck!” Guy panted, slamming his cock in and out of Jake’s bum like a hammer-drill.  “You take it in turns, don’t you? He does you hard up your arse and then you turn him round and do him!”

“Well, it’s not really that prescriptive -” I began before realising that my friend was experiencing his second climax of the evening, shooting his seed in rough spasms up into Jake’s bowels.

He grunted gutturally, discharging rope after rope of his thick cream into my son’s bum and then gasped, “Oh fuck… I wanted so much more of that… that was fuckin’ awesome, guys!”

He collapsed over Jake’s back, sweating and struggling to regain his breath, and Jake pulled out from licking my anus and whispered, “D’you wanna show him how we fuck?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” I muttered, unsure of how Guy would respond to our intercourse now that he’d spent himself twice.  He was obviously turned on by our sex while my son’s bum was showing his cock a good time, but once it was spent and was lolling floppy against his thigh, I was concerned that he might take a less enthusiastic view.

But Guy soon dispelled my worries on that score too.

As we cleaned up in the bathroom and got ready to sleep, he grinned at us both and said, “Thanks for sharing that, guys!”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about what you just saw,” I said, “in the cold light of day, as it were.”

“I think it’s amazing… it just blows me over that a bloke and his son can be so cool with each other that they can play around together when they’re feeling horny.”

I beamed at the compliment and Jake spat froth into the sink where he was brushing his teeth.  “You don’t think it’s weird, then?”

“Not at all,” Guy replied.  “As long it’s just for fun.  Why, do you?”

“No,” Jake agreed.  “It’s kinda like wanking off… just shooting your muck… but we do stuff with each other… that’s all.”

“I get that,” Guy smiled back.  “That’s what’s so great about it!”

As I stood over the toilet bowl to take one last pee before turning in, Guy grabbed his own toothbrush and started squeezing out some toothpaste from a small tube.  He said, “I mean if you guys were lovey-dovey… you know, kinda kissing and stuff… then, yeah, that would be weird… but as you’re just messing around, I’m well up for seeing more!”

Jake laughed, throwing his stuff back into his toiletries bag, and Guy smiled over at me, starting to brush his teeth.

I smiled back but I could feel my cheeks blushing scarlet at what he’d said.  I had once kissed Jake full-on on the lips during our sex, and I could remember in uncomfortable detail how thoroughly I’d enjoyed it.  It had caused me to cum very heavily – had simultaneously caused my son to climax explosively too – and the one saving grace of the incident was that Jake had been too drunk to have any recollection of it.


I awoke just after seven and glanced over to see Jake sitting upright in bed with his hand slowly sliding up and down his fully engorged erection which was poking thickly upwards through his straining boxer fly.  He had his headphones on and was watching a movie on his phone.  I got out of bed, taking care not to wake Guy who was still soundly sleeping, and Jake glanced my way so I smiled over at him.  He smirked back and I was surprised to see that the porn he was using to masturbate was lesbian.

“You sleep okay?” I mouthed, aware that he’d have two girls whimpering extravagantly into his ears.

He pushed his headphones aside and nodded, “Yeah, no probs.  I just woke up with a stalk-on.  Often happens when you’re the only guy in the room who didn’t get to cum.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” I chuckled.  “It hadn’t really occurred to me.”

“You never think of my needs!” he hissed melodramatically and then broke into a broad grin to show he was just being silly.

“You okay keeping it solitary?” I asked.  “I’d be happy to help you out if you’d like me to.”

“You know what’d be cool,” he chuckled.  “If we strip off and fuck right here, so that Guy wakes up and sees us in all our daddy-boy glory!”

“Oh my God, that would be so funny!  I can smile casually across at him… be like, ‘Oh, good morning!  Did you sleep okay?’… while I’m briskly pounding against my son’s bum!”

“You don’t get to do me… I’m gonna be the one doing the pounding!”

I shook my head.  “It’s my turn, I think you’ll find.  You did me last week bending over the kitchen sink.”

“I thought we weren’t being so ‘prescriptive’,” Jake grinned, using my words against me as he so often does.  “And in any case, Guy did me up the arse last night and I sucked you off and rimmed you.  I want a turn for myself sometimes…”

“Okay,” I sighed, glancing over at Guy who was still sprawled out and senseless.  “You can do me.”

Jake grinned triumphantly and then switched off the lesbian porn, muttering, “Looks like the girls are gonna have to wait… daddy’s butt needs Jakey’s full attention!”

I went over to fish my lube out from my rucksack and prepared my backside to receive my son’s cock as quietly as I could.  Of all the male lovers I take these days, Jake is easily the most well-endowed, not only in the magnificent length of his erection which often feels like it’s jabbing against my liver, but also in his sphincter-stretching girth which can take several hours to fully recover from.

Not that I’m complaining: far from it.  Jake has proven to be a most engaging bed-mate, enjoying strong, physical tussles with his father as foreplay and never ceasing to delight and surprise me as we wrestle cock-to-cock.  He penetrates roughly, asserts himself vigorously and uses every contour of his veiny penis to fully pleasure us both.  Without exception, he waits for me to climax before allowing himself to let rip with his own copious outpouring, and there’s something about knowing that the huge phallus lodged up inside me belongs to my son that is, to me at least, unaccountably arousing.

He pulled his t-shirt and boxers and stood naked at the foot of his bed, looking breathtakingly tall and muscular.  He was working out daily in the town gym and the bigger one they have at uni, and both the swell of his biceps and the sheer bulk of his chest showed how his efforts were yielding spectacular results.

His cock was fully aroused and arching proudly upwards from his two large, sagging balls.  His foreskin was pulled right back from the huge purple helmet which glistened ready and expectant with the thin slit at the tip gently streaming with precum.

Mine was growing longer and thicker but still drooping downwards with the pink head just starting to poke out from my ruffled foreskin.

I smiled at him.  “You always get hugely turned-on by the prospect of mounting your old dad!”

“A fuck’s a fuck,” he grinned, downplaying the suggestion that with me it might be special.  But then added, perhaps as a small concession, “I’ve got to admit, though, I love the stink of daddy’s butt when I’m doing it hard!”

I chuckled.  “Well, this one will be especially smelly.  I haven’t yet been to the toilet this morning.”

“Aw yeah!” he laughed back.  “Just how I like it!”

I got on the bed and bent over on all-fours with my big chunky arse sticking outwards.  I opened my legs wider to splay open my coarse, wiry thicket for my son, hoping that the protruding pucker of the pink hole he was about to use would be visible through the hair.  As he shuffled up behind me and lined his fat cock head up with the muscular ring that he seemed to find so much more enjoyable than his hand, I asked, “Does it feel a bit odd to go from lesbian porn to doing your dad up the bum?”

“Not really,” he grunted, holding my hip with one hand while he guided the broad dome of his bell-end up into me with other.  “I watch girl stuff sometimes while a dude’s sucking my cock, then when I’m done we change places and he puts on a movie of his own.  You just gotta do what feels good, I reckon.”

My lube and his own precum eased his entry and soon he was holding me steady around the tummy as he established a smooth, steady rhythm in and out of my hole.

“Jesus, it reeks!” he muttered as he held back from thrusting as roughly as he wanted to let me get used to the intrusion.

“Reeks in a good way?” I checked, concerned that my anal stink might disgust him.

“Oh yeah, it’s nice and bummy… just so fucking strong!”

I smiled as I sniffed the same pungent odour for myself.  I felt my own cock lengthening and starting to stand upwards underneath me at how wonderfully anal our sex was making the room stink.

“Me and few guys took turns doing each other up the butt when we were shitfaced one night,” he said.  “I tell you, dad, five dudes’ skanky arseholes kicked out less stink than yours does on its own!”

I laughed at the comparison, taking it as a compliment that intercourse with me was so richly aromatic, and then asked, “The problem we’ve got is how to wake Guy.  He sleeps like he’s dead… I once managed to hoover the bedroom with him comatose on the bed.”

Guy was indeed completely oblivious to our performance on the adjacent bed to his.  Our conversation hadn’t managed to rouse him – as an alarm clock rarely did, I hadn’t expected it to – and I knew from how often he slept over with me these days that the only way to wake him up was to grab him by the shoulder and give him a good shake.

“He’s got a sensitive nose, though, hasn’t he?” asked Jake.  “Didn’t he say he say he can sniff out gas leak at forty feet or something?”

“Yeah… I think it goes back to his time on the oilrig.”

“Let’s see how deeply his nose sleeps, then,” Jake chuckled.  “Hunker up and lean forwards, dad… really open up your arsehole!”

I pushed myself upright and crouched open-legged, squatting forwards like I was taking a crap.  Jake did the same behind me, stooping over my back, and then wrapped his arms around my chest and clasped his knees around my thighs to hold me firm for the fuck.  Then he started driving his cock in and out of me with long, firm thrusts, the two of us facing forwards like a pair of mating dogs.

“Breeding dudes’ butts like this always kicks out the most stink,” he panted into me ear as he worked up a fast, forceful rhythm with his chest tight against my back.

“Oh yes!” I chuckled, snorting eagerly at the gathering stench.  “It smells of… gosh… how would one describe a smell like this…?!”

“It smells of bumming, dad… the man-on-man sort,” Jake breathlessly informed me.  “Once you’ve smelt how it smells… kinda shitty and cocky at the same time… you get to recognise it anywhere!”

“It’s very distinctive,” I agreed, slamming my bum roughly down onto Jake’s cock, with my hands on my knees and my hard-on raised resplendent between them.  “Wonderfully pungent from the rear, of course, but… you’re right… there’s also a delicious sourness wafting from out front.”

“It’s from your bell-end,” he gasped, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the swollen girth of my cock and masturbating my foreskin back and forth to intensify my helmet odour.  “It’s got a nice cheesy flavour to add to the brown stink of the fuck.”

“He’s not stirring, though, is he?” I observed, peering over at Guy who was oblivious to the animalistic rutting going on at full hump on the bed right next to him.

Jake took his hand away from my cock – his point about its odour now made – but I grabbed his wrist and pushed it back onto my erection.  I always enjoy the feel of my son wanking me off, especially when he’s using my arsehole and bowels to stimulate his own larger and thicker manhood.

“Time for a bit of grinding, I think,” he chuckled, his breath feeling hot against my ear.  “This’ll really gouge out your muck… make the whole room reek of my shit-shaft!”

He made corkscrew motions with his cock, swirling it roughly around as he slid it in and out of my rectum, and the barnyard odour of our intercourse – that which Jake had charmingly termed our ‘brown stink’ – became immediately much harsher and more faecal, making us both gasp with delight.

“Oh my goodness!” I laughed.  “This is the most anal I’ve ever known anal sex to smell!”

“Aw yeah, it’s fuckin’ amped, dude!” he panted as he kept grinding me, making me emit a loud, trumpeting fart around his circling cock.

“I can’t believe you just called me dude!” I gasped.

“I can’t believe you just farted without apologising for it.”

Guy groaned from where he struggling to open his eyes, and then glanced across at us and croaked, “What the fuck?!”

“Good morning, Mr Leeson!” Jake chirped brightly across at him, still squatting behind me with his hips bucking like a hand clap against my butt.

I had to laugh at Guy’s bleary confusion and Jake’s silly boyish voice, only slightly annoyed that my joke had been stolen.

My son kept on, “Give me a minute and I’ll get you a coffee… I’ll just finish off over here… doing my dad up his butt!”

Guy grinned over at him, his hand automatically seeking out his own rousing cock under the bedding as he watched us thrusting together.  One of Jake’s broad muscular arms was still wrapped tightly around my chest; his other hand was still sliding with increasing speed up and down the full length of my erection, raised prominently outwards in front of me and swelling hard against his grip.

Then Guy said huskily, “I thought one of you guys must be taking a dump with the toilet door wide open…”

“We wanted to wake you up,” Jake replied, now in his normal voice.  “I had to grind-fuck him to make enough doodie-stink to rouse you from the dead!”

“A grind-fuck…” Guy mused with a broadening smirk.  His stubble was dark and thick, and his hairy chest deep and luxuriant.  “You’ll have to show me how that works.”

“Yeah, I’ll show you by doing it to you!” Jake laughed back at him.  “See how much stink your arse kicks out… I reckon you’ll be a full-on quiffer!”

I smiled over at my lover, pleased to have him see receive my son’s huge phallus up into my body and to watch the young man’s hand massaging so attentively my own large organ arching upwards out front.

Guy smiled back at me and said, “Oh my God, Rob… you guys looks so amazing together… it just seems so right and… I dunno, kinda natural I guess… that you’d do this together… enjoy each other this way…”

I beamed with pride, pleased to be showing him how Jake and I now join our bodies as one.  I wanted Guy to see that, by knowing each other fully in pleasure and in climax, we are strengthening the intensity of our father-son bond.

If I’m being totally honest, I wanted him to know how extraordinary it would feel to make love to his own son that way that Jake and I were frantically bucking together.

I fell back down onto the bed, splaying myself out on all-fours, and slammed by bum back against Jake’s well-trimmed pubes, calling out, “Come on, let’s see those muscles of yours flexing… do it hard and fast and finish us both off!”

Jake kept squatting with his knees around my thighs, and chuckled as he lowered himself over my back, preparing to go for the home-straight and jizz off up my arse.  He reached under me to wrap his hand around my cock again and started wanking his old dad off as quickly while his own bigger meat began drilling rapidly in and out of my hole.

“Fuck yeah!” Guy chortled, flinging the duvet to one side and pounding his own thick dick making his balls jiggle up and down.  “Go on, Jakey boy… fuck your old dad up his shitter!  Pound him rough as you can with that massive cock of yours!”

Jake’s balls started thumping against the backs of my thighs, hanging low in his scrotum and heavy with his seed.

Guy wanked himself energetically with long, firm strokes and then asked, “One of you guys wanna suck me off?  I mean, I don’t wanna interfere if this is a private thing for you pair…”

We answered him by both shouting, “Me!  Me!”

He leapt up from his bed and hurried over to ours.  He clambered onto the mattress in front of where I was bending over and knelt down to jab his thick hard-on insistently towards my face.

I grabbed his cock and yanked the foreskin fully back to sniff the sharp tang of his helmet, as Guy laughed, “Aw fuck!  You guys’ butt-lovin’ smells even rougher over here!”

“We love it!” Jake chuckled, as I lapped at Guy’s slit to taste the salty sourness of its drool.  “It stinks but it’s hot!”

“Couldn’t exactly do it discreetly, though, could you?” Guy replied.  “I mean, the whole fuckin’ hotel must be able to smell you bummin’ your old man!”

“It’s a very natural smell,” I told him.  “It’s intensely anal, I grant you, but I don’t see any reason to be ashamed of it…”

I leaned in to consume a good three-quarters of my lover’s erection, surprised by how hard and hot it felt against the inside of my mouth, and then started sliding my lips up and down its vein-knotted shaft.

“I’m not sayin’ you should be ashamed of it,” Guy went on, grabbing the back of my head to guide more of his swollen rod into my mouth.  “I’m just sayin’ that if you guys were stayin’ over on your own, people would know from the stink that daddy and his kid had been playin’ pokey together.”

As my mouth was full of my lover’s insistent hard-on, Jake chose to respond for himself.  “Maybe we woke up horny and fingered our butts while we wanked ourselves off… or maybe we both took big dumps with the bathroom door wide open…”

“You guys reek of bum sex.  People will know you fucked… from the way your dad walks after this, they’ll probably figure out that he was the one who took it up the arse.”

“Well, so what if they do!” Jake laughed.  “We’re father-son fuck-buddies… it works for us, so who gives a rat’s arse what people think!”

Guy chortled back.  “Nice one… yeah!  Who gives a fuck what other people think… you guys are so awesome together!”

Jake grinned, “Exactly!” and Guy surprised me by pulling his cock out of my mouth.

“Here, have a nosh on this, kiddo,” he said, directing his spit-smeared bell-end upwards towards my son’s face.  “Daddy can get his gob around the bollocks for a bit!”

Jake started eagerly sucking Guy’s cock while I nuzzled into his big, spunk-swollen nuts.  His scrotum was coarsely hairy and stunk of the sweat and piss that he’d accumulated inside the briefs he’d worn the previous day.  I made fish-kisses against one ball and then the other while my son slurped up and down the thick cock right above me, and then I lapped my tongue between them, licking along the crease running down his ball-sack and tasting the heady flavours of his burgeoning maleness.

“Aw yeah… this is hot!” Guy laughed.  “Rob and his kid givin’ my junk a nice little service while I get a birds-eye view of the boy-butt flexin’ away!”

I was surprised by how much I loved the taste of Guy’s two peach-sized knackers.  They were so acrid from how cramped they’d been inside the gusset of his underpants, making a twin pair of bulges in the straining crotch of his jeans.  But there were also the muskier odours left behind by the dribble from his floppy cock as he’d clumsily stashed it back through his fly after taking a piss.  The wiry thicket covering his nuts was concealing a rich array of intriguing smells and flavours and I snorted through it intently, seeking out its strongest and most cloying hues.

Jake pulled off Guy’s cock with a slurp and pushed himself back upright. He muttered, “It’s all yours, dad… I’m so fuckin’ close!” and I bobbed my head up back to the cock and resumed merrily sucking up and down its full bloated length.

Jake grabbed my hips and, still squatting, fucked me with all the sensuality of a pneumatic drill at full speed.  His crotch cracked hard against my bum, making a loud frenetic applause, and his balls slammed roughly into the back of my scrotum, swinging pendulously beneath him as he slammed relentlessly back and forth.

“Oh Jesus, look at your knob, Jake!” Guy called out.  “It’s like you guys used chocolate sauce for lube!”

I laughed at the observation but Jake started whimpering like he was hurt. Ignoring him, Guy guffawed, “Aw yeah… look at it!  It’s grim but… oh my God!  It’s as hot as fuck!”

Jake dug his fingers and thumbs hard into my skin as he plunged his cock into my bowels as deep as he could up to inject a long thick gusher of hot white cream into me.

He shuddered in spasms as his balls emptied themselves into the cavern of my bum at which point Guy finally realised what was happening and chortled, “Fill him up… yeah that’s it… give your dad all you’ve got!”

I masturbated furiously with Jake still squirting the remnants of his load into my bum.  I hoped I would cum with him up there – having a cock up one’s arse greatly heightens an orgasm – but once he’d deposited the last of his sperm up his dad’s exhaust pipe, he pulled out with a laugh and presented Guy with his crud-coated fuck-stick.

“Wanna see if it tastes like chocolate?” he chortled.  “Go on… lick it nice and clean.”

Guy’s thick phallus immediately filled my mouth with an especially copious outpouring and, surprised by the sheer volume of his discharge, I let some of it spurt through my lips and splash across his pubes and balls.

“Aw yeah!” Jake guffawed.  “You liked the thought of that, didn’t you?!”

I swallowed frantically, trying to take everything my lover could give me as it surged in thick spasms from his cock, until my own climax kicked in and I let rip with a white blow-out of my own all over Jake’s bedding.


As we tucked into a well-earned breakfast down in the hotel lounge, Guy raved about the sex we’d all enjoyed before showering and dressing.

“That was so fuckin’ good,” he enthused, bolting down his full English with gusto.  “I couldn’t believe it when I woke up and you two were right there on the bed, doin’ it for real!”

Jake chuckled as he swiped through messages on his phone, picking half-heartedly at his poached eggs and ham.  My son had gone for the high-protein option, being paranoid about undoing all his hard work in the gym by allowing a morsel of carbohydrate to pass his lips.

Guy grabbed another piece of toast to soak up the juice from his tomato, and went on, “I mean, at first I was like, ‘They can’t be doin’ it properly,’ but then I saw his dork was actually sliding in and out between your cheeks and I thought, ‘Fuckin’ hell!  The kid’s shaggin’ his own father up the duff!'”

I laughed, “He’s hardly a kid, Guy!  He’s at university and he’s -”

I realised Guy’s attention had been distracted by a middle-aged couple on a table near ours.  We come down late for breakfast so the lounge was by now largely empty but a bald man and his wife were staring over at us, having presumably overheard our conversation.

Guy just shrugged back at their shocked expressions and asked in mock-innocence, “What?!”

They looked away, glancing disapprovingly at one another, and he turned back to us, saying loudly, “Jeez… you’d think some people had never heard of a young lad givin’ his old man’s tush a good banging!”

I was going to tell him to quieten down but then decided that, as Jake had so succinctly put it earlier, I didn’t give a rat’s arse about what other people thought.

So I smiled down at my muesli, pouring a little more milk into my bowl, while Jake nodded and muttered, “Some people need to get out more.”

Guy went on, “Next time the three of us get together… and I hope it won’t be too long… how about you guys do it from the front?”

“From the front?” I asked.

“Yeah… maybe laddo here plonks himself wide-legged on the edge of the bed and you kneel in front of him… you slide your dick up underneath his knackers, so you’re screwing face-to-face.”

“We don’t do it face-to-face,” I told him, remembering that the only time we had was when we’d kissed and then had both violently cum.  “It seems… I dunno… too intimate, maybe…”

Guy laughed uproariously at that.  “You guys are trading blowjobs and taking turns to knob each other up the butt… but you think doing it face-to-face is too intimate?!  How’s that work, then?”

“Maybe if you were there, it’d be okay,” Jake shrugged, his eyes still glued to his phone.  “It just seems… I dunno… a bit gay when it’s just the two of us… kinda like we’d be ‘making lu-urve’ or something.”

“Okay, so if you do it face-to-face when I’m there,” Guy went on, “I can strip off and stand between you.  One of you gets to suck my cock, the other one gets my big hairy arse in his face!”

“I want your arse in my face!” I exclaimed, far more loudly than I should.

“No, I want his arse,” Jake insisted, finally looking up and making eye contact with me.  “If I’m getting fucked, I get to choose, okay?  So I get to eat out his butt and you get a gobful of cock.”

I was going to argue but saw that Guy was peering back over at the couple. Now they looked appalled and their outrage seemed directed primarily towards me.  They knew I was Jake’s father and they clearly weren’t impressed that he and I were indulging together in anal sex as both a couple and a threesome.

“It’s his choice,” I said over to them, wondering why I felt the need to justify myself to two strangers.  “He’s twenty-one and we both enjoy it.”

“It’s disgusting… abhorrent….” the man said as his wife grabbed his arm and said, “Come on, Barry, let’s go.”

I called over, “It’s not disgusting at all.  It’s very beautiful, actually.”

“Oh, come on, lighten up!” Jake smirked over at the bloke.  “It’s just a bit of a fun… kinda like mates messing around!”

The couple got up, grumbling together, and then skulked off leaving the three of us alone in our section of the restaurant.

Guy beamed across at me.  “That was awesome, Rob!  Last night you were freaking out about showing me what you guys have together… now you seem… I dunno… kind of proud of it!”

“I wouldn’t ordinarily choose to make it so public,” I replied, noting that Jake’s attention was now firmly refocussed onto his phone.  “But yes, I am rather proud of what Jake and I have developed together, so I see no reason to hide it like I’m ashamed of it.”

“Sorry, lads, that was me who made it public,” Guy admitted, as if I might not have noticed that it had been his powerful voice that had roused our fellow diners’ interest.  “I was just so blown away by seeing you guys going at it together… it was just so… well… I guess it just looked so right!”

I got on with my muesli and Guy topped up our three cups of coffee while Jake longingly eyed up a piece of toast.

Then Guy said, “You say you don’t want to go public, but how about this?  I bring my lad Simon over for a few drinks at your place and then we let him know in a roundabout way what a cool thing you two guys have going on together…”

“You want Simon to know that Jake and I are… well… having sex?”

“He’d shit his pants,” Jake observed flatly, otherwise absorbed by his phone.  “Any hint of gay stuff and he just about keels over and dies.”

Before I could query how Jake could be so certain of Simon’s same-sex aversion, Guy chipped in, “But it’s not gay stuff, is it?  It’s just a way for a dad and his son to… you know… mess around like a couple of mates, like Jake just said…”

Jake put his phone and down and stared intently at Guy.  Then he said exactly what I was thinking, which was: “You want to fuck Simon.”

Guy chuckled awkwardly before saying, “Maybe not immediately… and not necessarily so full-on.  But I think once he understands what you pair have going on together, he might like to explore something similar with… well… me…”

I said, “You want him to suck your cock.”

“It might be nice… yeah… maybe take turns to help each other out.  I mean, we’d need to keep it casual like you guys do… but if one of us is horny it’d make sense for us to be there for each other like you pair are.”

“Simon would so freak out,” Jake chuckled.  “I reckon you’d find it easier to get him to walk into town in full drag than to start dicking around with his old man.”

One of the kitchen staff walked past our table and threw us a hostile look which made me wonder if the middle-aged couple had made a complaint. Perhaps the police were on their way: after all, what Jake and I were doing together was still illegal.  I decided it was time to go.

As we headed back up to our bedroom to get our stuff before checking out, Guy said, “Even if Simon does freak out, I want him to see how cool you guys are together… just in case he has even… you know… the smallest smidgen of interest in it.”

“Okay,” I nodded, wondering how badly this was going to end.  “Next Friday night… why don’t you both come around for a few drinks?”

“We’ll have sweet sherry served at seven-thirty in the conservatory,” Jake quipped in his comedy posh voice, “and then daddy will take me vigorously from behind in front of the fireplace.”

We turned the corner and walked into the couple we’d encountered at breakfast.  The man harrumphed his aversion and the woman looked away, seemingly flustered.

“I tell you what, lads,” Guy said when we were back in our room, “if we can all wangle it so that me and Simon are having a bit of fun together by bedtime, I’ll pay for the four of us to go off for a weekend in… I dunno… Paris, maybe?  Amsterdam?”

“Having fun in what way?” Jake asked, putting his toiletries away having finished giving his teeth a last brush.  “You doing him hard up the clacker on dad’s double bed?”

“I bet he’s a stinker!” I laughed, folding my discarded clothes to pack them into my small suitcase.  “He looks so clean-cut with his sensible haircut and nerdy glasses but I bet he’d kick out a truly magnificent pong if he was taking it fast and rough up his scrawny arse!”

“He’s got a nice arse, actually,” Guy asserted.  “Quite solid and full and with just a few wisps of hair around his tight little cunt.”

Jake and I laughed and I Guy beamed broadly back at us.  It was obvious he’d been fantasizing about having a little roll-around with Simon even before he’d seen that I was intimate with my son, and he seemed totally without embarrassment to admit his incestuous interest.

Then he said, “But yeah… from the stink he leaves in the bathroom, I think as a fuck-buddy he’d be rank!  And he’d be really self-conscious about it which would make it even hotter!”

“So that’s what we’re aiming for?” Jake asked.  “A sniff of Simon’s butt-odour?”

“No way,” Guy smiled.  “I know how uptight he is… it’d take weeks if not months of persuasion for him to play around with me like that.  I’d call it a success if he has a grope of his old man’s crotch… or even just admitting he finds the idea of dad-on-son stuff kinda horny… that’d be quite an achievement for Simes.”

“Okay, then, you’re on!” Jake laughed, stashing his dirty laundry into his rucksack.  “We’re gonna have to play it really fucking careful, though!  We could so easily have him running out of the house.”

I nodded.  “Perhaps we should just hint that Jake and I have come to… how should I put it… an ‘arrangement’ and see how things pan out from there.”

“Friday night, then,” Guy grinned, as he fastened up his own over-nighter and grabbed the key from the dresser to drop in at reception.  “If he admits he likes the idea, we go to Paris.  If he has a little rub of the front of daddy’s jeans, we go to Amsterdam.”

Jake laughed, “What if he sees me wanking my dad off and pulls your dick out and wanks you off too?”

“New York,” Guy chuckled.

“And what if he sees Jake orally pleasuring his father and decides to have a tentative suck on yours?”

“I dunno,” Guy snorted with laughter.  “It’s so not gonna happen it’s not even worth considering.  But… I dunno… maybe San Francisco or somewhere…”

“Fuckin’ hell, dad,” Jake chortled, fastening his rucksack and slinging it over his shoulder.  “We have so got to get this to work… we better get plenty of booze in!”

We switched off the light and headed off to hand in our key.  We left the room in a truly noxious state from our big bell-ends, fucked butts and the gushers of spunk we’d all let rip with, because the window had a safety catch on it and we couldn’t open it wide enough to dissipate our intense male odour.

We didn’t pin Guy down on where he’d take us if Simon proved even more willing than giving his own father a blowjob.  It was so ridiculous that butter-wouldn’t-melt Simon would actually open his mouth and let his dad slide in his cock that contemplating him doing anything more intimate than that seemed silly.

And yet Simon surprised us.

The way things unfolded on the Friday evening didn’t exactly go to plan, but Guy’s son revealed a side to sexuality than none of us were expecting.

The End


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