Gay Erotic Stories

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So what do you... you know... penetrate?"

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

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

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

"But surely one of you reaches back and pushes a finger up the other's ass...?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"While your two big dicks are thrusting against each other?"

"They're not against each other," I smiled, emphasizing the word 'against'. "They're very much together... we match each other's strength and pace..."

"And you keep your hands well away from each other's butts?"

"Yes... this is strictly penile sex, not anal."

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

"That's the intended outcome, yes," I chuckled back.

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

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

Then I asked him, "Do you think you'll masturbate while you watch us?"

He cackled at that. "Of course I fucking will! I've grown a semi just thinking about it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I showered first... needed to wake up a bit."

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

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

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

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

"Aw yeah... nice and ripe... really adds to the fuck!"

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

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

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

"Less than a minute," he gasped. "I said it'd be a quickie..."

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

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

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

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

"From the position we're in," I chuckled, "I don't think it would take a great deal of guesswork..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh God, yes it's ripe!" I laughed. "It's a real Furlong fuck-stink!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So you finally got to see me hunched over bollock naked doing it for real..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So you're definitely okay with me booking all three of us into the one room?"

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

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

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

I said, "Actually, Guy... I'd very much like us to make love together before we all go to sleep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guy pulled his briefs off to make his semi bounce around and sighed, "Come on, then, Romeo... let's do it the gay way!"

"It's hardly the gay way," Jake chipped in. "Gay guys love to fuck... I can totally vouch for that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We're both men!" I snapped. "The bits don't automatically fit... especially as we're both so well-endowed!"

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

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

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

"Absolutely not! This is deeply intimate and sensual, Jake... strictly between the two of us!"

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

"I'm afraid there's no chocolate on offer... only double cream and that's not for you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guy grinned back and muttered, "Your cock's gettin' moist... your slit goo's makin' mine feel wet..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Usually, once your dad's asleep," Guy replied, "I head off to the john and wank off."

"Do you really?" I asked.

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

"Well, yes... I suppose. I just find I need relief quite quickly again... I've never really thought about it."

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

"Gosh, I've never really thought about it like that."

"It's like cats, isn't it?" Guy asked.

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

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

I nodded. "So our lovemaking doesn't quench your desire to... well... stick your cock in a hole?"

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

"Hey... I didn't cum!" Jake quickly chipped in.

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

"I'm just saying... you know... I'm still feeling horny and... well..."

"Well?"

"Well basically, you guys have enjoyed your frot together... but now Guy needs a hole and I'm still running a boner myself..."

"So?"

"Come on, dad," Jake laughed, "you know what I'm saying."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm still hard too," I reminded him. "I might come over to play myself... I don't mind you canoodling with me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just say you won't freak out..."

"I'm not the type to freak out, Rob... you of all people should know that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the... aw fuck!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't believe I'm seein' this!" Guy gaped at me, his mouth agape with astonishment.

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

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To be continued

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