DOUBLING UP PART 1
by Robert Furlong
I opened the front door to find Guy grinning at me broadly, his son Simon following right behind. I showed them through to the sitting room, where Jake introduced Simon, who he'd been to school with, to Marcus, his friend from university.
While I was busying myself collecting in coats, gloves and scarves from Guy and his son, I was pretending not to notice the interest which Marcus obviously had in Simon.
"Well, hello there!" he chirped in a way that could have been passed off as jokey, but which sounded, to my ears, almost predatory.
He kept grinning at Simon, almost leering at him, and I wouldn't have been surprised to have heard him saying to Jake, "You didn't tell me that you had such... an attractive friend."
I glanced over at the two of them before I took assorted outerwear to be hung up, and saw Marcus eagerly asking Simon which university he was at, what course he was taking and the like. I fully expected to see the front of Marcus' dark blue trousers tenting upwards, his flagpole flying at full mast for his new firm favourite, but it seemed he was able to keep that aspect of his excitement more tactfully obscured.
When I brought some drinks in, I heard Marcus trying to persuade Simon to stay over with us all.
"Sorry but I'm driving my dad's car back over to mum's," Simon told him. "He's bunking up here tonight."
"Oh, right," Marcus said, and then, turning to Jake, "Simon's dad's staying here tonight?"
His eyes were full of interest: he knew full well what was might be on the cards. I'd already told him that Guy and I were rather more than just friends.
Jake nodded, looking distinctly unimpressed by Marcus' obvious attraction towards his old schoolmate.
Marcus turned back to Simon. "Well, if you fancy having a few drinks with us, I'm sure you could stay over too."
"Sorry, mate, but I've got a job at the Post Office for the Christmas holiday. I'm due in at the sorting office at five. So I'll probably just have a coke or something here and then I'll head back off to mum's."
Marcus turned away from him and looked glumly at his drink.
I smiled to myself at how blatant he was being. Simon was a nice, sweet lad with hair neatly parted hair; the type of young man who wore button-down collars for fear he might end up with one collar tucked into his jumper and the other poking out. There was no way Marcus was going to get his leg over him, no matter how hard he tried. Even if Simon was gay or swung both ways, and I felt he was far too boring to do either, he'd probably want at least a civil partnership before he would be prepared to prize his arse-cheeks apart.
Guy broke the silence by saying, "Yeah... I always stay over when I've had a few. Can't risk getting caught by the fuzz, eh?"
And Marcus' eyes brightened up again at the prospect of having Guy in the house and at being in the next room to two men who were likely to have sex before sleeping.
Guy was helping me in the kitchen with some microwaveable pizza slices and oven chips. I say 'helping', but his main contribution was to stand back with his backside against the freezer, chatting while he swigged from his beer-can.
"Does Simon ever ask you about why you sleep here so often?" I asked him, taking the half-baked chips out of the oven and shaking them around a bit on the tray.
"I always tell him, just like I did out there, that it's so I can drink without worrying about how to get home," Guy informed me. "If he asks - which he won't - we'll say I always kip in your spare room."
"Of course," I smiled, sliding the chips back into the oven. "But what if he asks where you're going to sleep tonight, while Marcus is here? I've only one spare room after all..."
It was interesting to note that, in spite of there being two male friends staying over in the house with Jake and me tonight, the bed in the spare room would remain completely unslept-in.
Guy considered the question before answering, "If he does ask - and, again, he won't because that sort of thing wouldn't cross his mind - we'll say that I'm sleeping on the couch. Marcus must be in the spare room, I assume."
"Actually, he's not," I said, closing the oven door. "He's bunking up with Jake in his single bed."
"Really?" he asked with an interested grin. "It's like that is it? I kind of suspected as much from how touchy-feely they are around each other."
"It's very much like that," I replied, returning his smirk before taking a sip from my wine. "The two of them were getting very cosy together the other night after you left us."
Guy laughed and continued to look distinctly interested that my son and his friend were, like him and me, rather more than just friends.
"It's quite funny hearing them say such sweet things to their girlfriends on the phone," I went on, "before they both head to Jake's bedroom to have some very noisy fun together."
"When the girls are away, mate," he said, laughing again, "the boyfriends still need to play!"
"Like us," I said.
"Exactly," he grinned.
"Boyfriends playing around," I mischievously added, succumbing to the temptation to use the word 'boyfriend' deliberately provocatively just to gauge his reaction.
His smile vanished and his posture became more guarded.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked coldly.
I shrugged innocently and maintained my smile. "Just what you said. When the girls are away, the boyfriends are going to play around together."
"Well... yeah... okay," Guy said hesitantly. "I don't mind that. But I'm not your boyfriend in, like, a couply of sort of way."
"Oh!" I laughed, as if suddenly understanding the reason for his unease. "You mean like Marcus said the other night. That joke he made."
"Yeah, you remember! When he said it was like I was your boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah, that," Guy said dourly. "I don't mind stuff like that being said as a joke, but we're just two blokes with added benefits, Rob. There's nothing more to it than that."
I felt a peculiar twinge of upset at the indifference of his manner. It was almost like an echo of when Linda had told me she was leaving me.
Perhaps I shouldn't have opened this particular can of worms.
"Of course, Guy!" I smiled, hiding the feeling. "I mean... to think of you as another man's boyfriend.... it's laughable!"
And yet he didn't laugh. The idea wasn't funny to him: it held a real and very personal threat to what he felt his sexuality was.
"We're just fuck-buddies, Rob," he emphasized, his voice oddly distant. His eyes were scarily hostile: I could almost believe that if I were to push this with him, he could actually thump me.
"I know that!" I said, still keeping up the pretence of that this was all light-hearted. "Of course I know that!"
His posture became less defensive again. He could see I wasn't going to labour the point, and yet I think he knew that my comment about us being "boyfriends" was far from accidental.
"I mean," he continued, "if we really were boyfriends we'd... you know... kiss and stuff, wouldn't we?"
"Exactly," I smiled. "And we don't, so we're not!"
"You keep asking me to, though," he added with a challenging air.
"I keep asking you to what?" I asked, though I knew full well.
"To kiss you. Like we're boyfriends."
We were, perhaps mercifully, interrupted by Jake to ask if there were any more beers in the fridge.
He eyed us both up, me especially, being aware from the oppressive mood he'd walked in on that he'd just interrupted a somewhat uncomfortable exchange.
I opened the fridge to pass him a few more cans as Guy asked him point-blank: "Do you think it's like me and your dad are boyfriends, Jake?"
He waited until I'd emerged with the cans so he could judge my expression before committing himself to a response.
I smiled neutrally to him as if this was just a bog-standard friendly chat that Guy and I were having. I could see that he'd figured out that this related to the comment I'd made, a few nights earlier, that Guy was 'special' to me.
I was thinking, "Come on, Jake, don't be a dickhead. Play the game for your old dad here."
He abruptly grinned at Guy like this was all so absurd. "You and him boyfriends? Come on, Guy - that is just so bizarre, it's not even there!"
"So you don't think we act like that?" Guy felt it necessary to ascertain.
Again, Jake glanced at me, as if hoping for some sign to let him know what this was about.
I kept my expression warm and casual.
"Of course not," Jake assured him with another incredulous chuckle. "You're just like a couple of mates. I mean, I know what else goes on - I'm not stupid - but it's not like you guys are anything more than... well... just two good friends."
Guy seemed to visibly relax on hearing that answer and I smiled and nodded to show Jake that he'd done well.
He threw me a quizzical look, obviously keen to know what this was all about, and then headed back towards the living room with his haul of beer cans.
That night, when Guy and I were in bed and I was leisurely sucking his cock while he reached over and fingered my arse with a spit-wettened finger, he muttered to me, in a quiet voice, "It sounds like your kid and his mate are having some fun again."
I paused in what I was doing to listen out for sounds from Jake's room. As I'd expected, their rhythm from the bedroom next door was steady and distinct.
I wondered whose turn it was to go on top tonight. They'd been at it every night since that first time when I'd joined them and I'd worked out that they operated a loose rota of which of them would get to mount the other.
I sniffed at the air, hoping to be able to identify from the palpable anal odour that was wafting in from the corridor, which of their bums was the one being penetrated. I'd thought it was Jake's turn tonight to be the recipient of his friend's strenuous attentions, and I was aware that my son's behind had a characteristically harsh odour which made it instantly identifiable when he was the one being buggered, but it seemed that the smell tonight was curiously different from that. It was as if it somehow combined both of their distinctive anal scents.
However, I was aware that my own arse was kicking out quite a whiff tonight from the ministrations of Guy's fingers, so I thought that maybe that was confusing the smell from my son and his friend no matter what configuration they'd worked their cocks and backsides into.
Guy pulled out of me and wiped off his fingers. I took my mouth off his swollen and dribbling bell-end and looked up to see why he'd stopped.
"Mind if I pop along the corridor and take a look at what the two of them are doing?" he asked with a smirk. "Your kid keeps his bedroom door open, doesn't he?"
I chuckled and nodded. "He does, yeah."
He got up and nipped out of my bedroom, his cock standing upright and bobbing about as he walked, the top half of it sopping wet from my mouth. He clearly didn't mind being naked in front of my son and his friend: he probably assumed it would excite the pair of them even further to have a big, hairy man standing watching in the doorway with his large, mouth-wettened manhood curving upwards towards them.
I wondered if he'd masturbate as he watched them cavorting on Jake's bed. I wouldn't put it past him and the lads would be sure to egg him on. The two of them would love that, rutting on the bed together like rabbits, with our houseguest peering in at them, wanking his big erection off. If I heard Jake call out for him to go in and join them, I'd be sure to intervene - I'd already made it completely clear to my son that Guy was out of bounds for him.
I didn't mind which other of my male lovers he chose to flirt with, but I'd told him quite clearly that Guy was 'special'.
After just a few seconds, though, Guy's face appeared back around my bedroom door.
"You've gotta see this, mate," he whispered with disbelief. "I've never seen anything like it!"
If Guy had never seen anything like what the two of them were doing, my imagination reeled at the position they must have got themselves into.
As we slowly crept down the corridor, my own larger cock getting tantalisingly close to the alluring cleft between his pert butt-cheeks as I followed right behind him, I became increasingly sure that the smell from Jake's room bore signature traces of both their backsides.
On the nights when Marcus had been on all fours, allowing my son to pleasure himself using his rear, the smell from their sex had a rather lovely, sumptuous richness to it. That's not to say it wasn't obvious what was producing their sexual odour - its assertively anal and sometimes outright crude overtones made it clear it was coming from a lad's bum being sodomised - but its overall flavour was must arousing and had fuelled several very energetic masturbatory sessions in my bedroom while the two of them had been at it next door.
When Jake was the recipient, in stark contrast, his odour was far more vulgar and carnal: a lot like my own when I'm being similarly used by a man. I wouldn't call my son's unmistakeable bum-stink unpleasant and Marcus was certainly vocal in his ardent enjoyment of it but, perhaps understandably, it hadn't excited me as much as the alternative had.
The smell that was now gathering in strength in the corridor was both harshly uncouth and, beneath that, richly flavoursome.
So who could be fucking whom?
Whatever they were doing, it was making the bedsprings creak as if they were being tortured and the two of them were panting deep and hard. Their breathing was literally heaving: they were both gasping and grunting like they were going flat-out on a pair of rowing machines.
When I got to the door I found that Guy was right: this really was something incredible the two of them were doing.
What struck me first-off was that they were back-to-back. That threw me for a moment: how can two people have sex, whatever their genders, if they're not even facing one another?
My son was looking towards the headboard of his bed, or perhaps at the black-and-white Arctic Monkeys poster pinned up above it. Marcus was facing away from him, towards Jake's desk. And the two of them were writhing against each other, panting and gasping as they did whatever it was they were doing with their butts slapping together.
Their erect cocks were both poking upwards in front of them; Jake's like mine would look, long and thick with the head of it looking dry, and Marcus' a bit smaller and dribbling precum from his bright purple bell-end.
I turned to Guy and whispered, "What the hell are they up to?"
"Look at their arses, mate," he said with grin. "They've gone and bought a double-ender. I've heard about them but I never figured out what they were for."
"A double ender?" I asked and then turned back to look at them.
Guy was right: there was something black and glistening connecting their bodies. Emerging from Jake's arse between his cheeks, then curving upwards again and disappearing up Marcus' backside. They were working themselves on it, each of them pushing their bums back against it and grunting and struggling for breath as they pleasured themselves with their butt-cheeks keep smacking into each other.
"What the fuck is it?" I asked.
"It's a dildo, you plonker!" Guy chuckled. "It's got two ends so you can... well... do what these lads are doing! I always thought they were for women though. One end up the fanny, the other up the arse. Shows how much I know."
"Jesus Christ! They're loving it!" I said.
I was amazed at how red and sweaty both their faces were. This was clearly a deeply sensual experience for them.
And I could see how it would be: going butt-to-butt like that. Being pleasured and feeling another bloke's bum-cheeks pushing against yours. Knowing that the huge sausage that was sliding in and out of your bowels was doing the same to his. His hole just behind yours, receiving the girth as eagerly as yours was.
I could see how this would be a lot of fun and I decided there and then I wanted to try it.
Marcus glanced over his shoulder and breathlessly whispered to my son, "I'm gonna need to wank off, Jake! I'm gonna have to!"
Jake gasped back, "Try to hold off a bit more! I'm fucking loving this, mate! And you do know we've got an audience, don't you?"
The sneaky little shit! Is there nothing I can do without him knowing I'm doing it?
Marcus glanced over at us and looked a little taken aback.
"Are you okay with your dad and Mr Leeson watching us do this, Jake?" he asked.
For some reason Marcus seemed unable to call Guy and me by our first names. Even in the most intimate of situations, like this one, he was unwilling to refer to us as anything other than Mr Leeson and Mr Furlong. I guess it must have just been that he'd been brought up to address his elders with respect.
Jake grinned back at him. "Yeah... I knew they'd sneak a look!"
"They're both running boners," Marcus pointed out.
"Yeah," he smiled. "And I kind of knew they'd do that too."
I looked at Guy and he smiled back at me. So much for the two of us taking a stealthy peak.
"Okay, wank yourself off, mate," Jake called out to his friend, "and I'll finish off too."
My son could be quite authoritative when it came to sex. I hoped I wasn't like that.
Marcus grabbed his cock and started jerking his foreskin quickly back and forth; my son did the same on his much larger organ. They both sighed and gasped at the relief of being able to finally include their throbbing penises in their fun and their buttocks started slapping more rapidly together.
They both looked ahead of themselves, both looking in opposite directions, and smiled as they wanked themselves with their fists going at it like mechanical jackhammers, sweeping frantically up and down their grateful erections. They were making it blindingly obvious how much they were loving having two older men watching them masturbate in unison while they were panting and sweating at the feel of being fucked together.
The dildo held itself steady: their arses did all the work and movement, both moving away from it and then cracking their buttocks together as they pushed hard and firm towards each other.
"Jesus, this is so hot!" I said to Guy, standing behind him. "I can't believe I've never thought of doing this!"
"Specialist shops, mate," he muttered. "You wouldn't have seen a double-ender unless you'd been in one."
"Why would Jake have bought one?"
Guy shrugged. "Maybe they both like taking it. Kind of stands to reason, if you've got two fellas who both like having it up them!"
I wanted to this myself: of that I was certain. Feeling my buttocks slamming against another man's, our holes both being fed by the same girth, was something I was determined I would experience and quite soon.
I pressed my erection into Guy's lovely hairy arse crack, letting it nuzzle my throbbing cock head and gently worked it in and out between his firm, meaty buttocks. He often let me do that to him but wouldn't allow me to push any further. I could press my stiffened member right up to his hot, sticky hole but he would never open it up for me to slide myself in.
I reached around and wrapped my fingers around his own throbbing organ, rubbing my thumb around his fat, slimy helmet. We were both fascinated to see my son and his friend like this, enjoying their sexual ecstasy with their hands slamming up and down their upright cocks.
The smell wafting over from them was absolutely exquisite. A bit sweaty from the strength of their exertions and a touch cheesy from their fist-beaten cocks, but mainly ripe and crude from what their two arses were smearing down the dildo. The lovely stink of male-to-male anal sex, but this time amplified by two.
They could both smell it too: the big grins on both their faces made that clear. And they were loving it! Loving that we breathing in their stink and that it was making our own cocks throb so hard.
I pushed my bell-end a little further between Guy's hairy arse cheeks, squeezing his own cock more tightly as I did so. His hole felt moist and tight as I pressed my swollen helmet firmly into it. He turned and smirked reprovingly at me. His face told me this was as far as I was going to get.
Marcus started cumming first.
"Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Oh sorry, mate! It's too late!"
But Jake was right behind him, clearly hugely turned on by the fact his friend's bum-cheeks were now pressing firmly into his own, pushing the huge, black phallus far deeper up into his bowels.
"I think we should go back to bed, Guy," I whispered, pulling out of him. "Give them a bit of privacy to clean up on their own."
Back in bed, with the lads laughing and joking and flushing the toilet, I said to Guy, "I'd love to have a go of that."
"Not with me, mate," he guffawed. "You wouldn't get one of those things anywhere near my arsehole."
"No, not with you. I meant I'd like to do it like they did, going at it butt-to- butt on Jake's bed."
"With your kid's bezzie mate?" Guy chuckled. "Jake wouldn't let you anywhere near him! You saw what he was like when Marcus was flirting with Simon. He was well arsed off."
"No, I didn't mean I wanted to do it with Marcus," I said, smirking somewhat naughtily.
Guy looked at me first with puzzlement and then with impressed surprise. "Fucking hell, Rob! I never thought you'd be up for something like that!"
"Why not?" I laughed. "It's not like he or I would be touching at all. Well, just our bums, working against each other."
"Fuck me!" Guy laughed back. "I'd be up for seeing that. You and your kid slamming your arses into each other and having that big fuck-off dildo disappearing up your two holes!"
I chuckled at the thought of it and then asked, "Would it be really wrong, do you think?"
"Naah," Guy kept laughing. "Like you say, you wouldn't really be touching each other so it wouldn't be proper intimate. And if you did it with me and Marcus watching the two of you going for it, slapping your two big round arses together while we cheered you on, it'd be more like a joke. Less serious afterwards; no awkward silences and stuff."
I liked the idea of it. I liked it a lot.
Jake and I slapping our 'big round arses together' as Guy had put it; that huge black rubbery length joining the two of us together by our well-stretched buttholes. How amazing would that feel?
But how on earth could I suggest something like that to my son?
I'd have to pick my moment carefully. Phrase it, as Guy had said, in non-threatening and perhaps even light-hearted terms.
"Now, come on, Rob," he directed. "Bend over and shove your cute little tush out and let me work off this hard-on that seeing those two horny fuckers gave me."
I did as he said and got on all fours. Jake and Marcus had finished off in the bathroom and I heard their bedsprings creak again as they both got back into bed together.
My sex with Guy seemed quite unimaginative compared to what I'd just seen Jake and Marcus experiencing, and I kept thinking about the idea of using the double-ended dildo with my son's bum on the other end of it.
How wrong could it be? We'd masturbated together the first night that he and Marcus had had sex in the house and it'd seemed quite funny when we'd done that, standing in front of each other and whacking our fists up and down our large hard-ons in unison. I'd enjoyed that on another, deeper level too: I felt it strengthened the already rock solid emotional bond I have with Jake. I'd appreciated the moment as a deeply fraternal one, intensely grateful that we were so secure in our attachment for one another that we could enjoy pleasuring ourselves candidly and sexually in front of each other.
Guy worked up a steady rhythm and soon my own bedsprings were resuming the incessant squeaking that my son's had only just ceased. If the two lads weren't yet asleep they would hear that it was now our turn to enjoy a more restrained moment of intercourse as two older men.
As the room filled up with the strong smell of our sweating copulation, and its thickly pungent flavours wafted back down the corridor and into my son's bedroom, I heard Jake's bed-frame creak again as one of them got up to come and see what we were doing.
It was Marcus: I saw his blond curly hair as he peeped in at us through the open door.
I smiled at my son's university friend as he watched me being mounted from behind, enjoying the sensation of Guy's big cock pounding away inside me but wanting to delay masturbating so as not to hurry what was always a deeply profound moment for me.
Marcus grinned back, clearly liking how I looked: bending there on all fours with my erection throbbing and pointing forwards underneath my stomach and my big, heavy balls hanging down so low between my legs. I felt quite proud to allow him to see me being penetrated by Guy in this position: so excited as a man to be giving myself to another and enjoying without any shame or embarrassment the classical pose of the homosexual recipient.
Marcus edged forwards through the doorway and, in spite of his recent orgasm, I was pleased to see his cock standing upwards again. I nodded and smiled towards it and he took my gesture as permission to stroke it, gently easing his foreskin up and down as he watched me working my flexing buttocks back against Guy's hips as I sought to match his pace.
This was how the older guys savour the pleasures of male-to-male coupling and I was delighted to let him see it first-hand.
"You're a horny little fucker!" Guy called out to him, grabbing my hips more firmly and slamming himself more quickly in and out. He must have only just seen that we were being observed and he laughed at the sight of Marcus masturbating for the second time in quick succession.
"If you're gonna spy on us, at least come in and watch us properly," Guy urged him. "Come on, mate! See how the big boys do it! You might even learn a thing or two!"
Marcus grinned and pushed his way into my room. His hard-on poked upwards in front of him. Perhaps out of good manners, he chose not to touch himself now that he was properly in our presence.
"I wasn't sure how you'd feel about me watching you guys," he said, totally uninhibited about standing in front of us running a full erection.
I replied, with Guy still working himself in and out of my bum, "As long as you agree that what we're doing is something... well... very beautiful, then you're very welcome to be in here with us."
If had been Jake it would have been quite a different matter. I know he secretly fancies Guy and I wouldn't trust him not to lean forwards and start licking his arse, or something equally inappropriate, thus taking Guy's attentions from me.
(And when Guy and I are together, I think it's fair for me to admit that I want his thoughts to be one-hundred-percent focussed on me.)
Marcus isn't like that. For a start, he's much more reserved; but more importantly I don't think a big, beefy bloke like Guy would really be his type. He seems quite delicate and sensitive, though not in an effeminate way, and I felt I could trust him not to start flirting with the man I have a soft spot for the way I could anticipate my son would.
Marcus smiled. "I think it looks absolutely incredible, Mr Furlong. I love the way you guys are working together, him pushing into you but you taking control, and I just love how totally masculine the two of you look. Your sex is... well... just amazing!"
I smiled back at him and Guy chuckled. I thought he was going to come out with some smart-arse comment like he usually does at such moments but he managed to restrain himself. Instead he increased his rhythm in and out of me, moving his hands up my shoulders to really lever himself against me, and I groped behind him to grab at his buttocks, pulling him into me faster and more roughly, driving my arse back onto his spearing erection with as much force as I could muster.
Marcus sniffed the air a few times, and smiled at the strengthening anal odour our exertions were kicking out. His cock throbbed upwards, its head darkening to an expectant purple.
"Your sex smells similar to when I'm doing it with Jake," Marcus told us. "But it's stronger and a bit more... I dunno... raunchy."
Guy laughed as his cock rammed back and forth between my buttocks as I pushed myself upwards against him.
"It's the smell of his arse," he panted over to Marcus. "It's as raunchy as fuck, but Christ do I love it!"
Guy's rhythm increased and I fell back towards the bed, both arms outstretched to support myself even though he held me firmly by my shoulders. His hips were slamming against my flexing cheeks, his cock jabbing in and out of my hairy butt-crack in a blur of motion, pumping relentlessly like a piston at full speed.
"Oh my God," Marcus gasped. "You guys are just so hot! Do you mind if I... well..."
He was standing in front of two guys having graphic, full-on anal sex and he couldn't bring himself to say 'masturbate'.
I said, my voice getting breathless, "Wank away, Marcus. There's tissues on the bedside table."
"Gee thanks, Mr Furlong!"
Guy crooned back in a voice like Robin from seventies Batman, "Gee thanks, Mr Furlong!"
Marcus laughed and started beating himself off at the sight of our lovemaking. Strange that I should think of it like that: I felt I didn't just have sex with Guy these days, I liked to think that the two of us made love as two men.
"You can tell you're eighteen!" Guy chuckled, his cock still bucking in and out of me with the same rapid, unwavering speed. "Two wazz-offs in less than half an hour... enjoy it while you can, son!"
Marcus chuckled and kept working at his dick. He didn't seem at all self-conscious to be masturbating in front of two guys he'd known for less than a week. Instead, he directed his full attention to my arse: more precisely at the thick, well-veined cock that was now hammering away, pounding in and out of it.
"You like seeing two fellas going at it, don't you?" Guy asked.
"To be honest, I've never seen two men your age having sex. I thought it would be a bit... I dunno... weird. But the two of you look totally awesome!"
"What makes us look so hot?" Guy asked, getting out of breath. I could tell from his speed and the way he was digging his fingers into my shoulders that his climax wasn't too far away.
"The way you're so in tune with each other," Marcus explained, his own hand now whacking up and down far more quickly than Guy's hips were able to thrust. "The way you work so well together as a couple."
Guy's rhythm faltered and fingers loosened at Marcus' use of the word 'couple' and for a second I thought we were going to have another episode like the one we'd had earlier that evening.
"I don't mean that in a gay way," Marcus quickly interjected, clearly recognising the reason for Guy's discomfort. "I just mean that you work together as two like-minded men, two close friends, who obviously both understand what the other enjoys."
Guy's rhythm recovered and his fingers tightened around my shoulders again. The moment had been saved: nice one Marcus!
"And do you like looking at my cock shagging his arse?" Guy asked, making it clear that his original question had been aimed at getting Marcus to talk dirty as a way of hastening his oncoming orgasm.
"Yeah, it's nice and big," Marcus said, quickly catching on. "I love how thick it is, stretching his hole so it's really gaping open."
"Is that what you're thinking of when you're wanking?" Guy asked. "How massive my knob is and how wide open his arsehole is?"
"Yeah, and how nice your bum is, Mr Leeson."
"Yeah?" Guy gasped. He was seconds away from spurting. The sheer speed and force of his driving cock made me surprised he'd lasted as long as he had. "What d'ya want to do to it?"
"I want to lick it," Marcus panted back. His own hand was now slamming up and down his cock the non-stop blur of an eighteen-year-old's frenzied masturbation. "I want to rim your hairy crack and smell how ripe it stinks, then I wanna shove my rock-hard dick up your slimy arsehole and fuck you 'til you cum!"
Now I hadn't expected that. Before I could pull myself away from Guy and quickly usher Marcus out of the bedroom with a curt 'goodnight', Guy fell onto my back, grabbed me tight around my chest and started shooting in rapid spasms deep up into my bowels.
Marcus blew off at the same time too. It seems like talking dirty really did it for him. I wondered if he and Jake exchanged such pleasantries when they were similarly ensconced.
I'd been too thrown by what I saw as him making heavy with my special man to join in with all the semen squirting, and Guy had leave his cock up me for a good half minute while I frantically finished myself off.
I've got him well-trained, you see. The first few times we had sex, he'd just pulled out of me when he was finished and I had to keep reminding over and over that my orgasm is far better if his manhood is still firmly ensconced up my butt. So these days he leaves it planted up there until I've shot off myself. It's a small thing, but clearly a positive step and I'm hoping I can gradually persuade him in other directions in future.
While the three of us cleaned up, Marcus, perhaps predictably, apologised for the way he had spoken to Mr Leeson.
Guy, of course, laughed uproariously. So loudly that I worried he might wake Jake up who would then come bounding in with endless questions about what had happened and a few snide digs in my direction about why he wouldn't be allowed to do anything like this when Guy was staying over.
But fortunately, Jake slept on oblivious. He could sleep through a vacuum cleaner being operated right next to his bed, so I suppose it was to be expected that the three of us wouldn't wake him up.
Guy said, "No worries, mate. It certainly had the desired effect! But if you're fantasising about fucking me, you better knock that one straight on the head. I won't even let him do that!"
Marcus looked over at me with surprise, grabbing some more tissue to mop up the semen that was insistently still forming small white beads on the slit of his cock head. When I didn't offer any response, he asked, "Really?"
I nodded. "Yeah, but I'm working on it."
Guy laughed, "And you'll have a shitload more work to do on that score. It ain't gonna happen, mate... that was the deal from day one."
Marcus looked at me sympathetically. "But don't you enjoy giving as well as receiving, Mr Furlong?"
"Of course I do!" I smiled. "And I'm extremely good at it, or so I've been told."
Marcus looked almost upset that I wasn't able to penetrate Guy in the way that I so clearly wanted to. I was hoping he was about to offer me to use his cute little behind, maybe come out with something like, "Well, Mr Furlong, when Jake's next over at his mum's, maybe you and I could... well -"
And maybe he had been going to say that. He was clearly very horny and could also be surprisingly dirty. He'd just proven that with what he'd come out with to Guy.
But Guy screwed things up by cutting in, "He gets to do it with other fellas, Marcus. Don't let him fool you with his sob story. He's got some bloke called Bradley and a teacher from your mate's old school giving it out to him whenever he fancies it. As well as about half a dozen others."
Marcus looked back over at me, his expression far less compassionate. "Oh right. I didn't realise that things were so... open... between the two of you."
Guy chuckled. "Yeah, it's just for fun, me and him. We both do other stuff on the side, but with me it's mainly with women. He likes to get his dick up pretty much every bloke he meets."
"That's not quite true," I said, seeing how surprised Marcus looked. "I mean, there's a guy who works in Tesco I've only really said hello to so far."
Marcus trundled off back to bed and Guy and I got into ours. He went to sleep with my arms around him and my head resting against his shoulder. I always sleep more soundly with him in my bed. I'm sure it's simply the fact of having another man with me if we had intruders.
My thoughts, as I drifted off to sleep, were on how to get Jake to agree to what we'd discussed: he and I going at it on his double-ended dildo. And also how to make it seem inconsequential: whether just for a laugh or with a more blatant sexual intent, but certainly in a way that wouldn't risk harming our relationship in any long-term way.
That was the number one priority: however I set this up, I had to be absolutely certain that no ill-feeling between us could possibly result from it.
But that was the major stumbling block: was it even possible to think of a scenario where the two of us, father and son, could be going at it like that: that incredible rubber phallus filling both our arses and the two of us working against each other, bum against bum? Probably not, but the image I had in my head of us was just too alluring. It had to be possible and if it wasn't I had to make it so.
Just imagine the stink of us both being fucked by the thing! It was obvious that Jake had inherited my own pungent whiffiness back there and so the fact of there being two Furlong arses slamming back against the dildo would stink the whole room out with the doubled-up smell of us both being penetrated.
Jesus, it had to be possible! I just had to figure out a way how...
To be continued