EVERYTHING CHANGES AT TWENTY-ONE (PART 2)
by Robert Furlong
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While the sex I’d had with my son had been tender and passionate, the turn he’d insisted he had on me had been anything but.
We’d had a few drinks together and endured a very awkward conversation in which my claims that Jake had been complicit in our misdemeanours of the previous evening – that he had in fact drunkenly seduced me – had fallen on resolutely deaf ears.
“I told you this morning, dad,” my son had snorted sullenly. “What you did to me, I wanna do to you.”
“And then you’ll feel we’re even?” I asked him, topping up my wine from the bottle to help benumb the very difficult encounter that was awaiting us both.
He’d nodded glumly, taking a swig from his own beer.
“Obviously, I let things go way too far last night,” I admitted to him slouching on the armchair. “But what you’re about to do is hardly comparable.”
“How d’you mean?”
“What happened last night was very much in the heat of the moment. This seems… well… horribly premeditated.”
“It’s not ideal,” he shrugged. “But then it wasn’t ideal of you to fuck your own son up the butt.”
“I’ve told you repeatedly, Jake… you were urging me on… you even splayed your cheeks and called your anus your ‘cunt’.”
“I was drunk,” he shrugged. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Well, I’m drunk now,” I said, standing up and picking up my wine glass. “Do you want to get this over with?”
“It’s as good a time as any,” Jake nodded, his expression nonchalant as if to make clear that this was a chore rather than a pleasure.
He followed me upstairs and we went into my bedroom.
Jake started unbuttoning his shirt so I asked, as I sat down to take off my shoes, “Do you want us to both be naked for the… er… act?”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I want you on your bed facing forwards so I can kneel behind you and grab onto you by the hips. Then, basically, I’m gonna bum you really hard until I cum a massive wad up your arse.”
“Don’t you want me from the front… that’s how I did it to you?”
He shook his head resolutely. “I don’t want it to be nice.”
“Well, I’d better use the bathroom before we start. You’re a very well-endowed young man and I should make sure I’m ready to receive you…”
“No,” he said flatly.
I peered across at him, surprised by his reaction. He glared dourly at me and muttered, “Like I said… I don’t want it to be nice.”
We continued undressing in silence until we were both fully naked. Then we stood in front of each other, our two large father-and-son cocks hanging long and floppy over the top of our well-stocked nuts.
Jake was athletic and young; I was more chubby and my midriff was becoming decidedly middle-aged. His chest was hairless and his pecs prominently defined; mine was more furry and, while still quite bulked, I lacked the gym-sculpted musculature of my son’s impressive torso.
There was little more than twenty years between us but I realised I was starting to let myself go.
“You really want to do this to me, Jake?” I asked him.
“No I don’t, but I think I need to… then we can move on.”
I got on my bed and bent forwards to present my two large round buttocks to Jake as he climbed on the bed behind me. I opened my legs wide so that my two big bollocks swung low and pushed my backside towards him to make my hairy crack splay open.
He’d seen my bum-rug before but I still cringed with self-consciousness.
I muttered, “I’m sure you’ve had sex with much more attractive bottoms than mine.”
He shuffled up behind me, wanking his huge cock to get it hard, and said, “Yeah, but I’ve shagged worse ones too. For an older guy, your arse is actually okay.”
I smiled, finding it unlikely that this was flattery given that he seemed determined that his payback should be as humiliating for me as possible.
He kept jerking his dick and it slowly stiffened up in his hand, and he asked, “Where’s your gash? Is it low down like mine?”
I reached back and pointed to where my anus was lurking among the thicket.
“It’s here,” I said. “Enjoy the fuck.”
Once his big cock was hard and curving upwards, he hocked a thick gob of phlegm up from his throat and spat it down onto it. He smeared his mucus around his plum-sized helmet and worked it down the thick girth of his veiny shaft.
Then grabbed me by the hips and started trying to push the enormous thing into my bum.
“An inch or so lower, Jake,” I advised him, and then, “You might need to angle it upwards a bit…”
He slippery bell-end popped through the puckered ring of my hole, making me gasp and call out, “I might need some lube…”
He held my hips tighter and strained to work more of his enormous phallus into me, grunting, “You said you needed to take a dump… the shit you’ve got up your arse will be lube enough…”
Bloody hell, I thought. The lad certainly knows how to make a guy feel like dirt.
He reached up to my shoulders and clung onto them as he heaved inch after inch of his erection inside me. It pushed deep up into my hot rectum and then forced its way through the clammy resistance of my turd. He kept going, making me gasp as my sludge was squeezed around the blunt battering head of his cock, and then I let out a loud fart to which he responded, “Aah yeah!”
Once most of his manhood had been forced inside me, he returned his hands to my hips to hold me firmly in place for the butt-fuck, and said, “Right, are you ready for this? This is gonna be very hard and very rough…”
I peered back at him over my shoulder and asked, “Do you really feel you need to do this, Jake? Brutally sodomise your own father…?”
“You made me shit your spunk, now you’re gonna shit mine…”
“I’m not sure if things can be the same between us after this.”
That made him laugh bitterly. “Well, you should’ve thought of that before you screwed me in my sleep!”
“You weren’t asleep, Jake… I keep telling you! You were egging me on…”
I suddenly remembered a specific moment. “You offered to reach around and finger my backside while I was… well… doing my thing.”
He stared at me intently and I could tell that I’d stirred something in him. Perhaps he often suggested fingering the guys who fucked him, or perhaps what I’d said had stirred the glimmer of a memory through the drugged-up fuzz of the previous night.
“You’ve got to believe me, Jake… you weren’t acting stoned at all,” I continued, still with his huge hard-on joining our two dissimilar bodies. “If I’d known you’d taken some stupid pills, I wouldn’t have done what I did.”
“But you still did it,” he muttered, his face becoming hostile again. “So now I’m gonna do it to you.”
He grabbed me hard by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. His crotch slapped hard against my buttocks and the whole bed started shaking to his driving rhythm. My headboard whacked against the wall in time with his strong, rapid thrusts, and I’d peered up at him over my shoulder to see his face scrunched into a snarl.
This was rough, noisy bumming: crude and urgent. About as erotic as being taken up the arse by an over-sexed squaddie.
My bedroom began to stink fiercely of the thick crud the prominent ridge of his bell-end was gouging from my bunged-up arsehole. I could feel it smearing around my cheeks and forming a grotesque ring of sludge where the base of his shaft was hammering in and out.
“This is disgusting, Jake,” I said, looking forwards at my shuddering headboard. “Whatever debt you feel I owe you, it doesn’t have to be like this.”
Jake stopped slamming his hips against my buttocks and seemed to falter in his determination to make me suffer for my sins.
“I’ll just remind you,” I said quietly, hoping to exploit his momentary lapse in anger, “that you climaxed very powerfully when I did what I did to you.”
He knew that was true: he’d admitted earlier that when he’d awoken that morning his chest had still been covered with his own dried-on discharge.
He leaned down over my back and reached under me to check on the state of my cock. He found it large but limp and dangling downward over my scrotum and I muttered, “I’m really not enjoying this… I want to make things up with you… but this isn’t the right way…”
“I was amped up on booze and beans, dad,” my son blurted out, the wavering of his voice betraying how deeply upset I’d made him. “How could you just pull my pants down and shag me up the arse?”
“It wasn’t like that,” I said, trying my best to sound soothing. In spite of the position we were in with Jake’s max-sized cock lodged belligerently up my arse, I still hoped that we could salvage something from this and recover our relationship as father and son.
I went on, “Look… you were flashing your bumhole at me… you kept saying it was like your mum’s pussy and… well… it’s a bit puffy and swollen so it did kind of look like that…”
“Really?” he asked. “I must have been off my fuckin’ head…”
“That’s why I ended up on top of you,” I explained. “You kept telling to have one last play with your mother’s minge… and I think in my own drunken state I ended up thinking of it as such.”
“Guys do say my butt looks a bit like a vag…”
“I hadn’t realised how much I must miss your mum… seeing her opening revealed in the roundness of yours… well, I suppose I just got carried away…”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“I dunno… it sounded like an excuse… and I wanted you to feel that you’d got even with me.”
He pulled out of me causing me to release a loud spattering fart and the thick brown mass coating his cock made the room reek anew.
“You still owe me, dad,” he said. “But… yeah… this isn’t the right way.”
I got off the bed and wiped my crud from around my arse. “I’m happy to put right what happened last night, but I assure you that we both enjoyed the sex we had in your bedroom so I think it’s only fair that we both enjoy whatever it is you decide you’re owed.”
“It’s gotta be sexual,” Jake asserted, as he grabbed some tissue from me to clean my shit from his cock. “But… Jesus! I honestly didn’t know how slutty I must get when I’m stoned!”
I smiled at him. “You were being extremely seductive. If I’d been sober I’d have just left you to it… but… well… obviously I wasn’t.”
“Okay, we’ll have to figure out what we’re gonna do. I agree we’ve both got to have hard-ons and both be enjoying it.”
“Feel free to tell me if this sounds ridiculous,” I said, “but if we’re going to be sexual together, perhaps we could find something that we both enjoy and could do more regularly.”
“More regularly?” he asked, needing more tissue to wipe the build-up of shit from around his pubes.
“Yes, use what happened to forge something positive instead of you just feeling as if you’ve got even.”
“Yeah… sounds cool,” Jake nodded. “You’d like to do that, then, would you? For us both to help each other out when we’re feeling horny…?”
I smiled. “I enjoyed our sex immensely last night and you did too, even though you can’t remember it. We’re both open-minded men who happen to have high sex drives… perhaps we could come to an occasional arrangement to be physical together.”
Jake nodded, “Yeah, that makes sense, I guess…”
I grabbed the grimly stained tissue from him and threw the whole wodge of stinking paper into the bin.
He smiled awkwardly and added, “Look… what I just did was really awful and I wanna say sorry again that I treated you like that… I just had this image of me passed out and you… well…”
“As if I would do that to you, Jake. But I understand your anger and I think we need to draw a line under what has happened.”
He smiled as we sat back down on my bed. “Except that, like you say, it might lead to something pretty awesome developing between us… a lot better than me just doing you up the ass in payback.”
I smiled back at him and asked him, “So what sort of things would you like us to do together?”
“What would you like?” he asked and I could see that he was suddenly a little self-conscious to be sitting bollock-naked with his old dad discussing how the two of us were going to start regularly having sex.
I said, “Last night you enjoyed me licking your bum. You asked me to masturbate you while I lapped my tongue in and out of your hole.”
“Really?” he laughed, his eyes instantly more enthusiastic. “You actually rimmed me out?”
“Yes I did,” I nodded. “That was actually how it started. I was getting you into bed and you… well… offered me a taste.”
“And you enjoyed that?” he asked incredulously. “You liked having a lick around Jakey’s butt?”
“It was richly-flavoured, I grant you, but… yes… it was surprisingly pleasant.”
He grinned. “Well, I’d feel things were pretty evened-up if you’d let me face-sit you while I jerk myself off.”
“Do you think you could reach over for my cock and masturbate me too?”
“I reckon so,” he laughed. “We’ve got a deal then, have we?”
“What about oral sex?” I asked. “A young lad like you must enjoy having that enormous cock getting a good sucking?”
“Aw yeah… and some!” he chortled. “You’d be up for that would you…? Maybe the two of us getting into a sixty-nine together…?”
I smiled. “Yes, I think I’d enjoy that…”
“Would you be okay with us fingering each other’s dookies while we do it? I love having a finger up my arse while I’m getting sucked off…”
I laughed back. “I’d like that hugely… it sounds like we’re going to have a lot of fun…”
“But what can I do for you, dad? I don’t want this to be one-sided thing…”
“For a start, you can call me Robert in the bedroom. You called me that last night and it felt… I don’t know… somehow more appropriate.”
“Okay, then, Robert,” he smiled. “D’you want me to suck your cock… lick your butt?”
“That thing we did earlier… you behind and me in front… well, I think in a different context, I’d rather enjoy us trying that again.”
“You want us to fuck?” he grinned eagerly. “Did you secretly enjoy your son and heir doing you up the bum?”
“I recognised a certain… er… erotic potential in it,” I smiled back, feeling rather naughty to admit it. “But I’d like us do it reciprocally… make sure we enjoy it together…”
“I can be a very sensual lover, Robert,” he smiled, pouting his lips mock-seductively at me.
“And I don’t want any of that,” I told him flatly. “This isn’t a romantic thing… it certainly wasn’t for me last night. This is just the two of us having occasional sex as a mutually convenient outlet. We lick… we suck… we even fuck… but we keep it purely for fun…. just a way of emptying our nuts.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” he agreed, getting up from the bed. “Look, I’m gonna get a shower… my cock really stinks… and then maybe we can get started properly… see what feels right for us both.”
While he was showering I changed the bedding. The shitty butt-fuck he’d punished me with had left an unpleasant speckling of brown stains in the middle of the duvet.
I fixed us both fresh drinks and then, when he was getting dried, I took a quick shower myself to clean up my arse. If he did want to lick it – and after all, he’d mentioned it as possibility – I wanted it to be nice and clean for him because I was sure that I would hugely enjoy having my son do something so intensely intimate to me.
We started out by lying back against my pillows, side by side, briskly masturbating together to get our cocks thick and hard.
“This is nice, dad, isn’t it?” Jake asked, before correcting himself to call be my bedroom-name of Robert.
“It’s very nice, yes,” I agreed. “If you’d prefer to keep it like this… just the two of us enjoying a wank together sometimes… I’d be more than happy for that…”
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
“No… but I suppose a father and his adult son masturbating together occasionally is within the realms of what one might consider a healthy relationship.”
“I reckon we can have a healthy relationship and do a lot more together than just jerking off…”
Our cocks steadily lengthened as we slid our hands up and down their stiffening shafts. We peered across at each other, smiling, and I enjoyed watching Jake’s swelling bell-end darken in colour and grow shiny as his huge organ was steadily reinflated with his blood.
“In that case,” I said, as my own large penis slowly assumed its full size, “I think we need to be honest with each other. For starters, you’ve probably already worked out that I do this in bed most evenings… enjoy a vigorous wank and the rush of a climax before I switch the lamp off and go to sleep.”
“Yeah,” my son laughed. “I’m usually bashing away myself!”
“Well, in future, feel free to come in and join me. If you’re feeling horny, tell me… and I’ll do the same to you.”
He kept laughing. “What, so I’m like ‘Robert… I really need my cock sucking…’?”
“Absolutely,” I chuckled. “And I might similarly say, ‘Jake… I need a bit of help tonight… would you mind fingering my bottom while I gratify myself?’”
“That sounds well cool!” Jake guffawed. “We’ve both had sex on tap for years, and we didn’t even know it!”
“Sometimes we might just masturbate together… which will be nice in itself… at other times we might indulge in full intercourse… we’ll just see how things pan out…”
Jake said, “In that case, Robert, I’d like to sit on your face while I wank. Apparently, you rimmed me last night and I don’t remember a fuck, so I reckon I’d like to find out properly what it feels like to have my old man eat my butt!”
I chuckled. “I think I was rather good at it… your cock became extremely hard!”
He laughed back, releasing his erection and getting up. “Well, this time there’s gonna be no mention of mum or her pussy. I want to you enjoy my tush for what it is… a dude’s cute little pooper!”
I pushed myself and then laid down flat on the bed so that my son could squat his round ripe arsehole over my face before lowering himself down for me to stick my tongue up his bum.
And that’s how I formed a sexual relationship with my son.
It took a little time for us both to adjust to our new arrangement, although not perhaps as long as you might suppose. Once we’d grown used to the fact we could be sexual together, even if only in the bedroom and strictly as Robert and Jake, we were soon able to resume our more typical father-son relationship when we were in the rest of the house.
That first night, we were probably at our most retrained with each other, which was somewhat ironic given that Jake had just literally fucked the shit out of my arse. I’d licked the boy’s bum while he’d shown his enjoyment of the sensation by furiously wanking himself off, and then I’d sucked his big cock while roughly fingering his hole until he’d shouted, “Fucking yeah!” and had promptly cum down my throat.
Afterwards, he’d seemed a little awkward and had said a somewhat formal ‘thank you’ and I’d half-expected to extend his arm for a handshake before heading off to bed.
The next morning when I awoke him with a glass of orange juice, I thought I’d make sure that our fun of the previous evening wouldn’t end up being an unspoken-of one-off. I told him I felt horny and he grinned and admitted that he did too, and then we masturbated together on his bed before Jake surprised me by leaning over and consuming my cock. We’d aligned ourselves into a very agreeable sixty-nine which had steadily shifted until we’d both climaxed with our tongues lapping at each other’s arses.
A couple of nights later Jake had walked into my bedroom with his erection tenting his pyjama shorts and I’d put the book I was reading down and offered to fellate it for him. He’d smirked sheepishly and then muttered, “Actually… if I do it properly this time… can I relieve it up your butt?” And I’d chuckled as I got up to remove my own pyjamas, lubing myself up and then squatting forwards on the bed so that we could finish what we had started and enjoy it to the full this time.
The following evening I’d paid his bedroom a visit with my briefs similarly uplifted and had bent him over his desk chair with the back of his boxers pulled down so that could very obligingly extend me the same favour.
After that we’d established a routine of casual incestuous sex covering the full range of homosexual activities. Sometimes we’d simply enjoy masturbating together, whether attending to ourselves or reaching across to pleasure each other. More often my son would ask me to suck his cock – something I quickly became extremely adept at – and occasionally, very occasionally, I’d push his face down onto mine and hold his head steady while I gently fucked his mouth. We’d spend Sunday mornings languidly fingering and rimming each other, either on his bed or mine, and every couple of weeks we’d have full noisy intercourse together, taking turns to boisterously do each other from behind. We never did it face-to-face again and we certainly never kissed. I don’t think Jake ever knew that I’d planted a French one on his lips that very first night and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him now.
As the months went on, I initially worried that our frequent sex together would erode the special bond we’d developed over the years I’d raised him as a single father.
On the contrary, though, our relationship flourished. We became far more relaxed around one another and I began to find my son less secretive and guarded. We were soon doing more things together out of the house and would spend whole afternoons enjoying each other’s company, chatting and joking, before getting home for a brisk session on my bed or his before heading downstairs to see what we could rustle up for tea.
Better than that, though, I discovered a new-found pride in my own body. I started playing squash two nights a week with a couple of mates and I even allowed Jake to persuade me to go along with him to his gym so I could really tone myself up.
In the kitchen, he’d laugh and say, “Looking good, dad!” And then later on in the bedroom he’d say, “Getting sexy, Robert!” And it would do wonders for my confidence to see him pull down his jeans and for a full-on boner to spring up.
Late one night I was merrily pounding against his bottom before we turned in for bed, when he said, “I was going to invite Will down this weekend. Would that be okay?”
“Why would it not be?” I asked without missing a beat as I squatted behind him and prepared to release my seed into his bowels.
“Me and him’ll fuck,” he replied succinctly, before elaborating, “Knowing Will, we’ll fuck a lot and you’ll probably hear it and you’ll definitely smell it.”
“So why would that be a problem?”
“Well, you know,” he smiled, looking up at me over his shoulder as I kept banging away at his arse. “This.”
I stopped shagging him for a moment and said, “Jake, this is just the two of us helping each other out. If you want someone to stay over – or if I do, for that matter – then this will have no bearing on it… at least I hope it won’t!”
“I didn’t want to… you know… upset you or anything.”
“Why would it?” I asked, feeling slightly incredulous. “This is just a form of relief… it’s what we do when we’re horny but we haven’t got anyone else.”
“Like wanking, then?”
“I suppose. Wanking with a range of very enjoyable upgrades!”
He muttered, “So when one of us has got someone else…?”
I laughed. “I’m sure this will slowly peter out as one or both of us stops needing it. Then we’ll go back to being a plain old dad and his son, though hopefully without shame or embarrassment about what we’re doing now.”
Jake nodded. “No, I don’t think I’ll ever feel bad about this. We both get boners and we have the good sense to help each other out with them… that’s all there is to it, really.”
I didn’t think I could put it any better myself so I resumed fucking him strenuously up the butt until I’d shot several thick ropes of semen up him. We’d switched places and he’d enjoyed a brief hump of mine before releasing an equally copious gusher, and then we’d said our goodnights and he’d headed off to bed.
Will’s visit was largely unremarkable. He and my son did fuck every chance they got and Jake was proven right that I was able to hear their brawny tussles and smell from the living room their brazenly anal stink.
On the Sunday I offered to take the two of them on cycle ride around Foxton Locks as a way of getting them out of the house and out of each other’s arseholes.
It was about nine in the morning and I was taking a shower when Jake strolled into the bathroom looking as rough as he usually did when he had a bisexual buddy staying over with him from university. He walked over to the toilet to take a pee and I smiled at how groggy he looked. Once I’d have felt self-conscious to be standing naked in front of my son, but now I felt rather proud to show off my buffed-up chest and newly-firm biceps.
“Late night?” I asked, chuckling.
“Yeah,” he croaked. “Sorry about the noise and the stink. Will’s arse is savage.”
“I find it arousing,” I admitted. “It has a distinctive pungence… decidedly bracing!”
“Trust you,” he laughed but his eyes looked weary.
He finished peeing, shook his cock and then pulled his t-shirt and boxers off.
“Budge up,” he grunted, getting into the shower with me. I moved aside to give him space and he sighed contentedly as he washed the hot water over his face.
“You’ve never showered with me before,” I smiled. I wasn’t especially bothered to share the cubicle with my son: I was actually a little touched that he was now so relaxed with me that he felt able to just strip off and barge in.
“Considering what else we get up to,” he chuckled, “this must rank as one of the least intimate!”
“I don’t mind,” I assured him. “I think it’s rather fun!”
Just then Will barged in, muttering, “Sorry guys… I really need to pee!”
He rushed over to the toilet and already had his stubby little dick out and was peeing before noticing that the two of us were huddled together under the spray.
“Fuck!” he laughed. “You guys into saving water or something?”
“I was enjoying a very pleasant solitary shower,” I said, emphasizing the word ‘solitary’, “when my son very rudely pushed in to spray some water on his face.”
Jake laughed. “I just really needed to wake up. Now I need a coffee… strong and black!”
Will didn’t take the hint to offer to make him one but instead just stood there staring at us, with a yellow arc of piss still streaming from his short thick knob. “Look at you guys… Jesus… your dad’s cock’s just about as big as yours, Jake!”
I beamed back at him, now enjoying showing my body off to another young man.
“You’re really nicely toned-up, Mr Furlong,” Will smiled at me. “You don’t look like his dad… more like his older brother!”
Jake snapped, “My dad’s not gonna fuck you, Will, if that’s what you’re after!”
I wanted to say, “Hey, let’s not rule anything out!” but then I thought that might be pushing it too far and so said instead, “There’s just twenty years between us… not that much, really!”
“But… oh my God!” Will grinned, his eyes again fixed on our crotches. “I can’t believe your two massive cocks! Just look at the pair of them! You guys are so fucking hung!”
“They can be a bit of a problem,” I chuckled, “especially in confined spaces like this…”
I turned towards Jake and pushed forwards to reach for the soap, and deliberately slapped the fat droop of my huge phallus against Jake’s equally large floppy shaft.
“My goodness, I beg your pardon,” I muttered, swinging my cock from side to side to noisily bash away at Jake’s.
He laughed and made as if to reach over to adjust the shower, and slammed his big cock into mine. He thrust it a few times to make our two over-sized sausages thump loudly together and then chuckled, “Oh excuse me…”
“If I can just move around here a little,” I suggested, and pretended to try and step around Jake but ended up nuzzling my flaccid girth even more firmly into his. “So sorry… I seem to have got myself caught!”
“No, I think it’s my fault,” he smirked, and moved his organ up and down against mine as if trying to free it. “If you could just wiggle yours a little… we’ll soon disentangle them…”
I jabbed my long dangling meat against my son’s, aware that it was starting to harden a little from the friction of floppily frotting with him, and that his was feeling more substantial and solid as he rubbed it up and down against mine.
“You guys are hilarious!” Will chortled. “If I joked around with my dad like that, I think he’d phone the police!”
I stepped back from Jake and we laughed at our silliness. I noticed that Jake’s cock was significantly larger and I saw him glance down to see that mine was too.
We were both still limp, of course, but while our two large manhoods curved incontrovertibly downwards, their shafts were much longer and thicker than they had been, and they had enough firmness to them to stand a couple of inches proud of our balls.
“One of the perils of us both being well-endowed,” I told Will as his stream of piss abated to a few final squirts. “Sharing a shower isn’t really an option for us…”
“Might work better if you turned around, dad,” Jake suggested.
I smiled at him, surprised that with our cocks now swollen enough to be lifted outwards, he was still happy for the joke to continue in front of his university friend.
“Do you really think so?” I asked, turning around to show him and Will my pudgy bum with my crack hair plastered wetly between my two squat cheeks.
“Yeah,” Jake chuckled. “After all, standing this way ’round what can possibly go wrong?”
“Oops!” I called out. “This soap is sure slippery!”
I dropped it theatrically, pretending to try and catch it as it careened off the tiles all the way down to the floor.
“Better pick it up I guess,” I muttered, and then bent down to retrieve it from the wet floor of the cubicle.
I acted like I was struggling to get a grip on it, directing my backside towards my son’s fattening organ and splaying open the tangling thicket of my shower-soaked gash.
As I’d expected him to, Jake seized the opportunity with gusto.
He bellowed, “Aw yeah! Is that an invite, dad?!” and started thrusting himself against my chubby bum. He pushed my back down further and yanked my arse closer towards him to reveal the large pink ring of my arsehole for him to whack at noisily with his hardening cock.
Will guffawed with laughter as he saw my puffed-out pucker getting smacked by his buddy’s massive schlong, and I called out, “Do it hard, son… just how I like it!”
Jake released me and I stood back up to face him while the three of us roared with laughter at the ridiculous idea that a son might actually butt-fuck his dad.
I noticed that Jake’s cock was now much more bloated in its girth and that it stood straight outwards at an angle of about forty-five degrees. Its pink mushroom head was slowly emerging through his retracting foreskin with its furrowed slit cleaving the tip into two.
Mine was also feeling fuller and heavier, and while its bulky shaft wasn’t quite as elevated as my son’s, my helmet had swollen plump under my foreskin with the rim around its base making a distinctive ridge.
“You guys are so cool with each other,” Will blurted out as Jake and I kept giggling at our silliness. I think we found it so funny because we’d just fun-fucked calling each other father and son: all the times we’d done it for real, we’d kept things unequivocally as Robert and Jake.
“If I ever did anything like that with my dad, he’d just… I dunno… he’d probably like keel over and die or something!”
I smiled at him for that, loving that Jake and I could now be just like a couple of mates messing around in the shower. Then I noticed that Will’s dick was now considerably larger. It had long-since stopped peeing but he was still holding it in front of his pulled-down boxers. The lad was obviously a grower because even though it only looked about half-hard it had already expanded to a good eight inches in length.
Jake chuckled, “Sorry… I just saw a hole and went for it…” Then he added, with a cheeky smirk, “But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, dad?”
I grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squirted a gob of the green liquid onto my hand. “You’re a very dirty boy, Jake. I’m afraid I’m going to have to soap you down.”
Will chortled, “Aw fuck! This I’m gonna have to see!”
I started rubbing the soap into my son’s chest, making it froth against his prominent pecs and dribble down to collect in his belly-button.
Jake grabbed some of the gel for himself and laughed, “Can’t trust the old man to be able to wash himself these days…”
And he followed my lead and started lathering the liquid into my hairier chest and massaging down onto my newly-flattened stomach.
“Jesus, you guys!” Will cried out, his eyes agog as he peered at the foam coursing down our muscular bodies and dripping like thick gobs of cum from our protruding semis.
“I’m gonna need to clean you up good and proper,” I told my son, working my hands down his abs and lathering a rich froth into his pubes. “Especially down here… where you’re really filthy!”
Jake surprised me by reaching further down to soap my own much fuller and hairier bush, keeping his fingers well clear of my cock and my nuts, but sliding his hands into the crack between my scrotum and thighs.
“You’re a bit nasty down here too, dad,” he chuckled. “Better get the soap underneath… right where you need it!”
“I really need to wank off now!” Will called over. His cock was now extremely long and curved upwards with the red plum of its head now proud and shiny. “I know you guys are just mucking around… but damn! You look so hot washing each other!”
He pulled his boxers back up which made his hard-on lift the front high like a mast. He walked backwards towards the door as if unable to unfix his eyes from our two soapy bodies and said, “I’m going back to your room, Jake…. feel free to join me if you’re horny, buddy!”
He was about to turn and head out of the bathroom when he suddenly flashed me a playful smirk. “That goes for you too, Mr Furlong! I mean, if you really are into playing around with dudes!”
I didn’t respond – I needed to find out Jake’s opinion on us making it a Sunday morning threesome – and Will flashed me a broader grin before heading out across the corridor to attend to his erection in my son’s bedroom.
Jake and I started washing the soap off ourselves – no longer joking around together now that we didn’t have an audience – and I said, “Would you be okay if I had a bit of fun with you and your mate?”
He smiled but shook his head resolutely. “Will’s got a big mouth. And I don’t just mean that he’s good at getting it around my prick.”
“He’ll say stuff to your mates, will he?”
Jake nodded. “It’ll be kinda cool if he tells folks that me and my dad were dicking around in the shower… but it’ll be weird if he mouths off that you joined in with our sex.”
“You and I don’t have to… you know… touch each other…”
“But it would be fun to, wouldn’t it?” Jake grinned. “I mean, with the right guy… the two of us working him over… me sucking his cock, you eating his ass… and then we surprise him by… well…”
“Getting to work on each other?”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Having him watch us do all the stuff to each other he was hoping we’d do to him!”
“But not Will?” I checked. What a pity the lad couldn’t keep his prattling gob shut.
He shook his head again. “Definitely not Will.”
He got out of the shower and quickly dried himself off. “Better go and see if lover boy fancies making another of his heinous stinks before we all go off together on our jolly bike ride.”
I chuckled as I picked up my shampoo to wash my hair. “I’ve booked us in from eleven. We’ll have a bite to eat and then get going by half ten.”
“I’ll be quick on the saddle, then,” he grinned. “Get a bit of speed up down the dirt track…”
“And I might oil the old crankshaft,” I replied, already toying with my cock to get it hard enough to masturbate while the boys were enjoying their butt-fuck.
“You want me to leave my bedroom door open?” he asked with a cheeky smirk. “I reckon you’ll be able to see us across the corridor from where you’re standing…”
“That would be very sweet of you,” I nodded. “Have him face the wall so he won’t see how attentively Mr Furlong is soaping his penis!”
Jake laughed and headed back across to his bedroom. Within minutes I was energetically masturbating under the spray of the shower while watching my son roughly taking Will from behind on his bed. Jake was squatting over his buddy’s back, their two pairs of legs splayed open and my son’s swollen anus on full gape as his hips frantically bucked.
I wasn’t sure which of the boys’ rears I found more arousing as my hand swept up and down my fully-charged organ. Was it Jake’s fat red cunt, looking again so much like his mother’s? Or his whopping great cock, thrusting wildly into his companion’s anus, the shaft of it glistening brown from the morning dump that had not yet been expunged.
Or was I more interested in Will’s smaller but much sloppier pussy? Or even his own thinner erection pointing low as he wanked it, its owner panting from the pleasure of having his bunged-up arsehole so relentlessly ploughed.
“Jesus… it stinks, Jake!” I heard him gasp as my son grabbed him tighter and started fucking him in a blur. “I didn’t take a shit yet… your dad… he’ll smell how bad it is!”
“Shuddup, mate… it’s well hot!” Jake panted, and I could tell from how fast he was hammering that his climax was getting near. “Anyway my dad’ll be okay with it… he’s cool with sex stuff… really fuckin’ ace…”
“Aw yeah… your dad’s brill… totally awesome!”
“He’s the fuckin’ best!” Jake exclaimed, suddenly whimpering like a puppy as his orgasm overwhelmed him.
And under the spray of the shower I smiled as my own cock let rip with a fountain of its own, unaccountably pleased that my son had cum thinking of me.
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