Operation: Simon

by Robert Furlong

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OPERATION: SIMON (PART 3)

by Robert Furlong


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Guy switched the light off and stumbled across the darkened room to find the bed he was sharing with his twenty-one-year-old son Simon.  The metal frame creaked indignantly as he clambered back into it and Simon called out, "Mind what you're doing!"

I chuckled from the other double bed in the hostel room, with my own son Jake spooning me from behind.  I could the feel the solid bulge in the front of Jake's boxers pressing into the seat of my briefs and the thick rod of his hardening cock pushing outwards between my buttocks.

There was more noisy squeaking from the other bed before Simon cried out, "Hey dad!  That's my butt!"

"Feels good though, doesn't it?" we heard Guy chuckle.

"No it does not!" Simon countered, to which there were more creaks and groans from the bedframe as Guy huffily parted company with his son to sleep on the opposite side of the mattress.

I decided this would be a good opportunity to show Simon that things were rather different on our side of the room.  In many respects, Jake and I act the part of a typical father and his adult son, but when we get into bed together, we are anything but!

So I called out, imitating Simon, "Hey Jake, that's my butt!"

I heard Guy giggle from where he'd been relegated to the far side of the bed he was sharing with his son.

Jake took the bait and replied as Guy had, "Feels good though, doesn't it?"

His cock was still firming up between my cheeks, pushing further outwards as it gained in length and girth, until the fattening head was pressing my underpants into the hot puckered hole lurking deep inside my hairy crack.

"It certainly does," I laughed.  "You're probably giving me skid-marks though!"

Simon called over, "I'm really not sure I get you guys... is all this stuff a joke or what?"

"Of course it's not a joke," Jake called over through the darkness of the hostel room.  "It's just a lad and his dad expressing a bit of affection together... anything wrong with that?"

"It seems... I dunno... kinda weird, I guess," Simon replied uncertainly.

"There's nothing weird about it," Jake insisted.  "It feels really nice, actually... maybe you should try it..."

Simon went quiet for a good half minute or so, and I began to wonder if he was going to let the conversation peter out with Jake's suggestion hanging.

But then his voice broke the silence as he said through the dark, "What are you guys actually doing?"

"I'm spooning him," Jake replied matter-of-factly.  "I'm snuggled into his back and giving him a wedgie with my knob."

"And you're both still wearing your undies?"

"On this particular occasion, yeah!" Jake chortled.  But then he added, as if that had just been a silly joke, "Mate, we've both got our kecks firmly pulled up... we're just enjoying a little cuddle, that's all..."

"I see this an expression of our bond as father and son," I added.  "It feels pleasant and natural and I think it enriches our relationship."

Simon went quiet again and I thought perhaps I should say 'Goodnight' and leave things there.  However, after thinking things through, he muttered to his dad, "You want a cuddle with me, then?"

Guy chuckled and the bed started creaking again as the large burly man shifted his position to snuggle in with his son.

With all the noise going on, Jake whispered to me, "You wanna take this further?  Tell Simes we're pulling our pants off and see how things pan out from there?"

"Absolutely not!" I hissed back.  "We don't want to mess this up by pushing things too far."

Once the noise had subsided, Simon admitted, "Actually this is kind of nice..."

We lay together in our beds, two dads and two sons snuggling contentedly together.  Then Simon asked, "Are you developing an erection, dad?"

"It feels nice, that's all... kinda firm but squidgy..."

"It's my bottom, dad.  You're getting a hard-on between the cheeks of my hum."

Guy chuckled.  "Come on, I used to work on an oilrig, mate... you can't blame my cock for remembering how nice a bloke's arse can feel!"

"Aw, come on, dad!" Simon exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked.  "I hope you're not thinking what I think you're thinking -"

"Just let your dad enjoy your bottom, Simon," I called out from our bed.  "Jake's manhood is pushed between my buttocks and feels very full and swollen, but I enjoy the intimacy of having my son aroused against me... it demonstrates our trust and friendship!"

Jake chuckled, "Except in my case I definitely am thinking what you think I'm thinking!"

Simon laughed at what he assumed to be Jake's joke and then Guy asked him, "How's that feel?  I'll just wedge it in your crack and we can go to sleep like this..."

"Well... okay," Simon conceded.  "It does feel... I dunno... like we're bonding, if that doesn't sound too lame..."

"That's exactly what it is," I chirped in.  "Just enjoy the sensation."

Suddenly Guy guffawed and called out, "He's definitely enjoying it!  He's up like a fuckin' broomstick!"

"Dad, you're touching my penis!"

"Jesus, feel how long the fucker is!  Good job your shorts are baggy!"

"Get your hand off my cock!"

The bed started rocking, creaking wildly.  "It's thin but... fuck!  It's tall as a beanpole!"

"Hey dad, stop it!  You're wanking me off!"

The creaking of the bedframe stopped and Guy laughed, "Aw, sorry son!  I was just havin' a feel of that foot-long dick of yours!"

"You were rubbing it up and down!"

"I was just amazed how high it makes your shorts stick out... they're pushed up like a wigwam!"

"And you were jabbing your own big boner into my bum-hole!"

"Was I?  Oh fuck... sorry... just force of habit, I guess!"

I decided that Guy had taken things far enough for tonight.  While Guy had clearly hoped Simon would be willing to be masturbated with his dad's hard-on pushing against his bum, I could tell that if he tried to take things much further, it would probably prove too much for the boy.

So I said, "Maybe we should all say goodnight again and this time try to get some sleep."

Simon's voice rang out through the darkness: "Dad, seriously, get your hand off my dick!"

I tried a more forceful approach: "Guy, we need to say goodnight now.  We've really done enough for one day."

Guy muttered a disgruntled goodnight and the four of us settled down to sleep as two spooning couples.

But then Jake broke the silence by saying, "Hey dad, your cock's up like a beanpole too!"

I said, "Goodnight, Jake."

He laughed, "It's not as long as Simon's but it's just as stiff!"

Simon giggled at the compliment and then must have decided that, since I was happy to have Jake touch my cock, he would let his dad touch his.  He muttered, "Okay, you can hold it... aw yeah... that's nice..."

"I'll squeeze it gently," Guy whispered.  "Just while you go to sleep..."

"Yeah okay..." his son sighed.  "Just not too hard..."

And at that moment I knew that Guy would eventually succeed in his plans.

You see, he didn't just want to spoon with his son or even wank the boy off.  He wanted Simon to suck his cock every few nights when they were back at home, and had longer-term plans to start using the young man as an occasional fuck-buddy.  Indeed, Guy was so determined to set up an incestuous arrangement between him and his son, that we secretly referred to his endeavour as 'Operation: Simon'.

That's how the four of us had ended up sharing a room in a hostel.  Guy had agreed to pay for a weekend getaway if we were able to set an evening up in which Simon would get frisky with him.  During some banter about which of us dads were bigger down there, Simon had obliged us by jokingly grabbing at his father's crotch.  The deal had been that a grope from his son would get us all to Barcelona and, even if the playful grab hadn't been what Guy had hoped for, Jake and I had insisted he make good on his promise.

The hostel we'd settled on had turned out to be pretty dire but it had fulfilled the criteria that Guy had insisted on - a room to sleep the four of us in two double beds.  Guy and I had spent the previous Saturday with him finding hostels online and me speaking in broken Spanish down the phone, until finally we'd found one that had fitted the bill.  When we got to the room, I almost laughed with relief that the room I'd booked - while mottled with flaking paintwork and smelling of urine - did indeed have two double beds in it.

"Fucking hell," Jake had laughed, yanking his backpack from his shoulder.  "Was the Hilton fully booked or something?"

I chuckled, "Come on, Jake... it's only for two nights.  We'll just use the hostel as a base... we'll be exploring the city."

"Oh God... look at that," Simon had complained, finally gawping at the beds after surveying the rest of the room wide-eyed.  "We've just got two double beds... how's this supposed to work?"

"You and me share, bud," Jake grinned at him.  "We get to play plug and socket after lights-out..."

"Jake!" I hissed.  "Think of the... er... bigger picture..."

"Oh yeah... I probably better go in with my dad..."

"Why?" Simon asked, his forehead furrowing with suspicion.  He turned at me and queried, "You and my dad are a couple... so shouldn't you and him be sharing a double?"

"I... er... don't want this to turn into a couples thing.  Your dad and I both intended this to be a fun weekend we can all enjoy.  We don't want to make you boys feel left out, nor for the two of us to feel like you and Jake are excluding us.  So I think it's safest if we sleep together as two dads and their sons."

"Okay," Simon shrugged, accepting my hastily-thought-up explanation with a surprising degree of trust.  "I don't mind bunking up with dad if you guys don't mind sharing too."

"Jake and I are very used to sharing a bed," I smiled.  "I think it's nice for a father and son to be so comfortable... perhaps even intimate with each other..."

Simon smiled back and for a moment I thought he was going to say something encouraging that would have made Guy grin broadly at me.

But then Jake quipped in with, "Yeah, nice if you don't mind the stink of your old fella's farts all night!"

And then Simon laughed laddishly back and the moment I'd set up had been crassly broken.

But, nevertheless, Simon had accepted that he should sleep with dad and Jake would sleep with me.

We'd gone out to explore the city and had had a lovely meal on Las Ramblas, and had then returned to the hostel.  The room was stiflingly hot and so we started pulling our clothes off.  I noticed Simon holding back as he undressed, wanting to see how far the other three of us would strip before deciding whether he was comfortable enough to join us.

Soon I was down to my tight white Calvin Klein briefs and I saw Simon peer over at the very prominent bulge made by my large floppy cock and two weighty balls.  I smiled to let him know that I was happy for him to see the how well I fill the front of my underpants, and he smirked sheepishly back to tell me that he liked what he saw.

Jake quickly followed my lead and stripped down to his orange and blue boxer trunks.  They were also very tight-fitting and showed off his own impressive package, leaving very little to the imagination.  He came over to grab his phone from where he'd left it, and thrust his bulky crotch against mine, shouting, "On guard!"

We bashed our two over-sized bulges together and I laughed, "You want a sword fight... you got one, buddy!"  We bucked our hips as we thrust against each other, our cocks slowly firming up and sticking even further outwards.  Then we giggled at our silliness, as Jake retrieved his phone and then went over to lounge on the bed.

I saw Simon gawping, still only half undressed.  I smiled again to show that I wasn't embarrassed to have just dick-wrestled with my son, and he said, "You guys are pretty cool together."

I chuckled and replied, "We get a lot cooler than that, Simon!"

Jake chortled from the bed, "And a lot hotter too... depending on how you look at it!"

Guy yanked off his jeans to flaunt a hefty mound of his own, presented very attractively in a pair of light blue briefs which I'd given him as a gift.  His big thick cock was pushed downwards, straining outwards inside the pouch of the underpants, and his two fat knackers made twin bulges on either side of its sausage-shaped curve.

"You wanna sword fight with your old man too?" he grinned at his son.

Simon looked back at him sternly.  "Of course not!"

"I've got a nice set of junk though," his dad chuckled, framing the swollen front of his briefs with both hands.  "I mean, as someone who's gay you've gotta admit your old fella's flashin' a nice-lookin' package!"

"I guess," Simon muttered, his cheeks flushing scarlet.  He got up to finish undressing and pulled his jeans off to reveal a pair of turquoise boxers, similar in style to Jake's.  He turned away from us, letting us see his two chunky buttocks looking extremely appealing in the tight-fitting shorts, and then to my surprise he hitched his thumbs in either side of the waistband and pulled them off.  His bare bum looked sumptuous - gorgeously squat and dumpy - and Guy grinned at his son's perky rear, no doubt imagining what he'd like to do to it.

Simon bent down, oblivious to the three of us staring at his gaping butt-crack, and started poking around in his overnight bag to find his pyjama shorts.  The deep crevice between his cheeks was smooth and hairless except for a wispy fuzz encircling his tiny pink bumhole which he would unwittingly flash us when he leaned forwards to hunt through his bag.

Guy walked up behind him, his bulge looking fuller and more prominent, and stood with his crotch level with his son's gaping cheeks, smirking broadly back at Jake and me.  He reached out to put his hands on either side of Simon's hips, a good inch from the boy's skin, the way he'd hold him if he was about to fuck him.  Then he started thrusting the front of his briefs rhythmically towards the boy's bared backside, mouthing to the two of us, "Aw fuck!  Yeah!"

Jake and I grinned back, loving this sneak preview of father bumming son, and Guy swivelled his swelling bulge almost against Simon's rear as if grinding him hard with his cock ball-deep.

Simon's head swung around and he called out, "Dad!  What are you doing?"

Guy quickly pulled his hands away from his son's hips and hastily pretended he was trying to see into the young man's bag.  "I'm just trying to help you find your shorts..."

Simon glared at his dad's crotch, now pressing hard against his bum, and said, "Er... do you mind?"

"Oh sorry, son... guess I got a bit close!"

He pulled back and Simon continued trying to find his shorts among his clothes.

His dad said, "Looks like my undies left a bit of blue fluff on your tush!"  He reached between the boy's cheeks and ran his finger around the tightly puckered arsehole, pretending to remove a speck of lint that was stuck there.

Simon drew back in horror.  "Dad!  For God's sake!  I can find my shorts for myself!"

"Sorry, son... didn't want you to get an itch, that's all."

He moved away from Simon, who finally located his pyjama bottoms, and grinned triumphantly at Jake and I, having got a grope of the bullseye.  Then he raised his finger to his nose and sniffed it eagerly.  He beamed more broadly at us and mouthed, "Ripe!".  Then he sniffed more intently at every part of his finger that had touched the boy's arsehole and I noticed his bulge was now tenting outwards from the smell of his son's bum.

Simon got into his shorts, thankfully ignorant of his dad's crude shenanigans.  I noticed that his own cock was still insubstantial and floppy - the feel of daddy's finger swiping around his pucker had unfortunately failed to excite the young man.

"You should have left your pants on, son," Guy said to him.  "You looked nice in your skivvies."

"I get a bit embarrassed," Simon said, adjusting his pyjama shorts to make sure the front was boringly baggy.

"Why are you embarrassed?" I asked him.  "We're all stripped down to our underpants... you'd be in good company!"

"You guys are all... I dunno... kind of big down there.  I don't make so much of a bulge... I'd feel pretty inferior next to you three."

"You've got a nice cock, mate," Jake told him.  "A bit thin but so fucking long it's unreal!"

"Yeah, that's when I'm hard... when it's soft it just looks stupidly small."

I got onto the bed next to where Jake was slouched as Guy poured us all a nightcap from the bottle of Double-V whiskey he'd bought from the shop on the corner.

"You should be proud of what you've got," I said.  "No cock is 'stupidly small' - we're all beautiful in our different ways."

Jake laughed, "It's the perfect cock for butt-fucking!  Nice and long but thin enough to squeeze into the tightest arse!"

"Yeah, pity I don't like doing it that way," Simon smiled, sitting down on the edge of his bed and taking a drink from the plastic cup his dad had passed him.

"How do you like doing it?" Jake asked.  He got up from where he was sitting back against the bed's metal frame, and surprised me by climbing over my stomach.  He squatted down over the large lump my cooped-up cock was making my briefs, and started bouncing his arse up and down on it.

"Do you like it this way?" he asked, grinning over at Simon.  His two solid cheeks were thumping down onto the front of my underpants, my big sausage mound poking up into the splayed cleft between them.

I laughed at Jake's silliness, loving how his own meat and two veg were bobbing heavily around in his tight-fitting boxers.  I called out, "Yeah, buck those hips, son!  Come on, ride it cowboy!"

Then I grinned over at Simon, enjoying the look of wide-eyed surprise on his mesmerised face.

"Or do you like it missionary?" Jake asked, climbing off me, grabbing me by the knees and then hunkering down between my thighs and spreading my legs wide.  He started to pretend to fuck me from the front, jabbing his developing bulge into my briefs underneath my bollocks.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Simon, he looked so equally appalled and fascinated.  I cried out, "Aw yeah... go for it son!  Hard as you like!"

Then Jake asked, "Or do you prefer to keep things traditional?"

He flipped me over and I squatted forwards on all-fours.  He grabbed me by the hips and started driving the enlarging pouch of his boxer shorts roughly against the seat of my briefs.  His cock was hardening up at the thought of fucking me for real.  I could feel it pushing outwards from his nuts as he bashed his crotch into my bum.

"This is very much my favourite," I told Simon's gawking face.

Guy laughed and agreed, "Yeah, he likes a bit of doggy.  Come 'round his house most Friday nights, and you'll catch your old dad goin' at it just like Jakey-boy there... only we're bollock naked and my cock's up his arse for real!"

Simon managed to splutter, "Yeah... I like it that way too.  Feels a bit gay first time you do it, but I think it works the best."

"Sure does the job for me," Jake chortled, still thumping his growing member into the crack of my backside.  "Kinda like taking this way too... as your dad will testify!"

Guy laughed at the memory of taking Jake very roughly from behind a few months earlier, and then Jake suddenly ceased his exertions to ask, "You a bit whiffy tonight, dad?"

"I don't know," I said, still bent forwards on all-fours.  "I can't smell anything."

Jake pulled back from me and leaned down to sniff my bum through the stretched seat of my briefs.  I glanced over at Simon and saw that his eyes were agog at the sight of Jake's face getting so close to my big round arse.

"I don't think it's your crack," my son muttered, pushing his nose into the white material right where my big swollen opening would be lurking.  He took a few deep snorts and declared, "No, that smells okay... kinda hot if I'm being totally honest!"

"Maybe it's my balls," I said, pushing myself up and turning around to offer him a sniff of my big bulge out front.  "Perhaps it's this heat... is it a sweaty sort of smell?"

Jake nuzzled into the well-stuffed gusset of my underpants, sniffing around the thick ridge of my cock and between my two commodious nuts.  "No, this smells nice... a bit pissy around your helmet but really blokeish around your knackers."

He pulled and smirked at me.  "Maybe the smell's coming from me?"

I said, "Perhaps it is.  There is a slightly sour odour now you mention it."

My son stood up on the bed and presented me with his semi-hard cock pushing the front of his boxers forwards.  I buried my face into it, snorting contentedly like a pig at the trough, relishing the sharper scents around his developing manhood and the lovely testosterone-soaked musk around his two big balls.

"No, the smell here is very pleasant," I told him when I finally withdrew from his crotch for some air.  "It just smells of... I don't know how to put it... of 'boy' I suppose would be the most succinct description."

"Maybe it's my arse, then," he said, turning around to push his two dumpy buttocks into my face.

I looked over at Simon, whose eyes were pretty much out on stalks, and then sniffed around Jake's rear, moving from one cheek to the next.  Then I plunged my face between them, pushing my nose firmly where his big hairy hole would be puckered outwards from all the cocks he'd taken up it, and inhaled as deeply as I could my son's most secret odour.  His bum stunk like a barnyard - it always did - but I'd grown to love its rich, earthy pungence which reminded me of the delicious fug which would surround us when I had my cock sliding in and out of it.

I pulled back from him and declared, "No, this just smells of a cruder flavour of 'boy'.  Very much like your laundry bag at home."

I turned to smile at Simon but found that he was shuffling uncomfortably with his face turning pink with embarrassment.  He had his hands folded tightly in front of him, as if in a defensive posture, and crossed one leg over the other making him look almost foetal.

Guy chortled, "If there's a stink it's probably my pits.  This heat is fuckin' killing me."

Just as I was thinking that Jake and I had overstepped the mark and that Simon's obvious discomfort was born from disgust - Guy suddenly bellowed with laughter and urged his son to stand up.

At first Simon refused, his cheeks turning a darker shade of scarlet, but Guy persisted, telling him to get up so we could see the front of his pyjama shorts.

"Okay, so I've grown a stiffie," his son snapped at him.  He uncrossed his legs and took his arms away from where he'd been concealing the front of his shorts so that we could all see that they were raised high from the tentpole of his remarkably long erection.

"Aw yeah!" his dad laughed.  "Come on, stand up!  Let's see the fuckin' thing!"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," I smiled across at him from where Jake's bum was still in front of my face.  "Erections are perfectly natural."

Simon stood up so we could see the front of his pyjama shorts raised high by his hard-on.  The blunt head of it was lifting the material like the mast of a marquee, its rounded tip level with his belly button.

He said, "I put these shorts because I felt self-conscious... now here I am showing you guys my wood!"

"It's very impressive," I chuckled, urging Jake to sit back down on the mattress.  "You realise you're making a rather cute little wet patch?"

"Oh yeah," he smiled, glancing down at the darkening fabric where his domed helmet was leaking his precum onto the fabric.  "I'm a bit of a dribbler when I'm hard."

"You obviously liked the look of Rob and his kid playin' around," Guy suggested, as Simon sat back down on his bed and his dad plonked down next to him.

Simon managed a smile.  "You guys were just so relaxed with each other... I didn't know a dad and son could be so... I dunno... physical together."

I smiled at him, leaning back against the metal frame of the bed with Jake sitting himself down alongside me.  "We enjoy a very intimate relationship, Jake and I.  It's something very special and beautiful and I would heartily recommend it!"

Guy patted his son on the knee and asked, "Is that something you'd like for the two of us to develop?"

Simon looked uncertain.  "When you say 'intimate', Mr Furlong... what kind of stuff are you talking about?"

"Whatever we feel like," I shrugged.  "Whatever feels right and natural at any given moment.  And... please... call me Rob!"

Guy patted his son's leg again, a little further up the thigh and getting close to the upright rod that was still flying high in the boy's shorts.  Fearing that he was going to make a grab for Simon's cock which might prove too much too soon, I said, "Perhaps we should all call it a night.  We've got a lot of exploring to do tomorrow so we're going to need our sleep."

So that's how we ended up lying in our beds, spooning as two couples: Jake behind me and Guy behind Simon.

Jake's hand was gently touching the shaft of my rock-hard cock as it strained inside underpants, and I listened with surprise as Simon let his dad touch his long thin erection through his pyjama shorts.

"How does that feel?" Guy whispered to his son through the darkness.

"Yeah... that's nice," Simon sighed.  "Squeeze it tight..."

"You been squeezin' it too much, I reckon... that's why it's so thin!"

"Do you think it's too thin?"

"No, I think it's lovely," Guy chuckled.  "Don't be so uptight... you've got a really nice dick..."

We lay quietly for a while and I felt my own hard-on throbbing painfully against Jake's fingers.  I could hardly believe that Simon was letting his dad squeeze his cock with the bigger man nuzzling his own against the boy's bum.  This was exactly what we'd hoped for: an incredible achievement for our first night in the hostel.

Jake rubbed his fingers up and down the confined rod in my briefs, perhaps hoping we could join in with the two men getting it on in the next bed.  I grabbed his arm and stopped him: this moment was too precious to risk screwing it up.  I wanted Simon to forget that we were here and listening to them.  I hardly dared breathe in case he took fright and sent his dad back off to the other side of the bed.

"Let me just rub it a bit," Guy said gently to his son.  "Nice and slow... help you relax..."

"We shouldn't," Simon muttered back, sounding as if he didn't even believe that himself.

"Why shouldn't we?" his dad asked.  "You heard what Rob said... this feels right and natural..."

A gentle creaking started up as Guy's hand slowly swept up and down Simon's skinny flagpole through his pyjama shorts.  Simon moaned gratefully, enjoying the feel of his dad's hand, and Jake poked me in the arm as if to alert me to what was going on in the bed next to ours.  I patted his thigh to let him know that I was well aware of what we were witnessing.  This was the first step towards our goal: Simon was not only letting his dad stroke his erection, but he was evidently greatly enjoying the sensation.

Guy whispered, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah... you can go a bit faster..."

"I'll reach inside your shorts... do it properly."

Their bed creaked as Guy put his hand down his son's shorts and wrapped his hand around the thin shaft of the boy's cock.  Then a steady rhythm started up from the noisy metal frame as Guy started masturbating Simon with long, firm strokes.

"Your cock's so long," he quietly told his son.  "It feels so different from wazzin' my own dick off."

"You're doing it just right," Simon panted.  "It feels really good..."

"I'm your dad," Guy chuckled.  "Dads always know what's best..."

I could hear Guy's wrist thumping against the inside of Simon's pyjama shorts.  It was loud and strong, like the beating of a drum, and as the son started moaning gently from the feel of his dad's hand, its pounding rhythm grew steadily faster.

"Do you like what I'm doing?" Guy asked him, gasping.

"Aw yeah... hold it dead tight... that's how I like it..."

"I wasn't talking about my hand!" his dad chuckled quietly.

"Oh your dick... yeah that's nice too... it feels dead thick against my bum..."

"Can I pull your shorts down at the back a bit...?  Rub it up and down in your crack..."

"Yeah... just don't push it in!" Simon panted, the hand battering against his shorts now frantic.

"'Course I won't!" Guy managed to gasp as he fumbled his son's shorts down to bare the pert mounds of his arse, and then wrestled his own cock out of his briefs to press it in between them.

Suddenly the whole room was filled with the screeching of the bedframe as the dad wanked off his son at full-crank while he frot-fucked the boy's bum with fast urgent thrusts.

Jake's enormous hard-on was grinding into my butt through my briefs.  He kept pinching me, as if afraid that I might be oblivious to the frenzy of sex going on right there in the next bed, and he was breathing so heavily against the back of my ear that I half expected to feel a sticky discharge wetting the back of my underpants.

"Touch my nipples!" Simon commanded his father through whimpering gulps for air.  "Run your finger around them!"

"Just like your mum!" Guy laughed, before gasping moans told us that the boy's nipples were being teased the way his mother's used to be.

I released my aching erection from the waistband of my briefs and Jake eagerly wrapped his hand around it.  He started masturbating me but, again, I stopped him.  I didn't want to risk upsetting this beautiful moment of unbridled passion between Guy and his son, so I just let him squeeze it tightly feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're jabbing your cock into my hole!" Simon panted.  "Don't push it so hard!"

"It feels too nice!" Guy breathlessly sputtered.  "Kiss my bell-end with your tight little pucker!"

Simon started grunting as his long thin cock filled the inside of his shorts with a heavy basting of cum.  Guy cried out, "Fuck!  Yes!" as his son's orgasm made his wrinkled opening contract in spasms around his cock-head and the bed heaved furiously as the two men bucked and thrashed through their orgasms together.

Once the cacophony of squeaking had finally calmed and the smell of semen was heavy in the air, Simon hissed through the darkness, "Oh Jesus, dad!  What the fuck did we just do?"

"It's okay... you just put a little brown ring on the end of daddy's dick..."

"It's seriously not okay!  Get your hand out of my shorts and your dick out of my crack!"

"Hey... whoa... whoa!"

"Dad!  This is anything but okay..."

I decided it was time for me to come to Guy's aid and so I fumbled to switch the light on.

Simon stared over at me, startled.  It was as if he had either forgotten that Jake and I were in the bed right next to them, or perhaps had assumed - against all reason - that we had somehow managed to go to sleep in spite of the noise.

I mumbled sleepily, pretending that I really had just awoken, "You guys all right?  What time is it?"

I glanced over my shoulder and found that Jake had opted, probably very sensibly, to feign being implausibly fast asleep.

Simon got out of the bed with his cock starting to droop in his pyjamas but still sticking outwards to an almost comical extent.  His thick spunk was oozing through the material of the shorts, revealing that he'd just had an extremely powerful and copious climax inside them.

He said, "I'm sorry, I just jizzed in my shorts.  I didn't mean to... it just sort of happened."

He really believed I had been asleep!  Perhaps in the midst of his ecstatic writhing, he had been oblivious of uproarious squeaking of the bedframe.

"Hey it's okay," I smiled.  "We all need to unload sometimes!"

He grabbed some tissues from his bag and pulled the waistband of his shorts outwards so that he could daub up the mess he'd made inside them.

"How much did you hear?" he asked.

"Nothing really," I muttered, glancing over at Guy who looked back startled, no doubt realising that he'd taken things way too far.  "It was the... er... smell that woke me up."

"Sorry... yeah... I have really strong-smelling spunk."

Without thinking, he reached down the back of his shorts with the tissue to wipe up the copious outpouring his father had left between his cheeks.  When he saw me looking, he blushed and said, "I guess I got a bit sweaty back there..."

"Happens to us all," I replied, offering an uncomfortable chuckle.

When he got back into his bed, he glared at his dad and then he and Guy moved well apart.  I could tell that Simon was wound up as hell and probably wouldn't sleep much during the night.  It seemed that we'd have to have an uncomfortable conversation in the morning if we were to have any hope of salvaging what was left of our holiday.

It seemed that 'Operation: Simon' might have come to a decidedly sticky end.


To be continued


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