Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 13:20:46 +0100
From: Robert Furlong <robert.furlong@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Doubling Up Part 3

DOUBLING UP PART 3
by Robert Furlong
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It felt odd for my son and me to be squatting naked together, his back
rubbing against mine, but I was sure it must feel even stranger for his
best mate Marcus who was lying out on our front room carpet, facing upwards
at our two splayed bums and pressing the twinned heads of a double-ended
dildo against each of our arseholes.

It wasn't the most typical Saturday night in the Furlong household but,
then again, it wasn't especially surprising that we'd ended up in this
position either.

My friend Guy – who was watching us with intent amusement – had spied
in on my son and his friend from university the night before when they'd
been enjoying a noisy bout of sex together.  To his surprise, and to mine
to after Guy had urged to me look in on them too, they'd been pleasuring
themselves using a black length of rubber called a 'double-ender' – this
being the dildo that was now poised at my butt.

I'd been immediately fascinated by the position they'd got themselves into
and had been desperate to try it for myself.  Guy had made it bluntly clear
he didn't want a dildo up his butt – just as he stressed on a fairly
regular basis that the only thing he was willing to have up there was my
tongue.  Obviously, I couldn't ask my son's friend if he'd be willing use
the dildo with me: the two of them were regular fuck-buddies and, in any
case, I'd only just met Marcus about four days before.

But I was determined to try out the incredible double-ended dildo and,
since Guy and Marcus were out of the running, that only left one contender
for the job.

I'd talked to my son that morning and had mooted the idea, very carefully
of course, that I might like to try double-ending with him.  He'd agreed
that the suggestion wasn't actually that weird once we'd laid down some
ground rules and it and had ended up being quite keen on trying it.  We
decided that as long as there was to be strictly no touching each other and
that we'd use the dildo together in front of our two friends to keep the
mood light and jokey, then there wasn't any real chance of it damaging the
strong relationship we had as father and son.

So that's how we'd got to where we were now, the two of us naked and with
our big floppy cocks dangling down towards the floor, pressing our
bum-cheeks firmly together and trying not to giggle from being tickled by
the wiry hair from each other's arse-cracks.

Our friends were both still fully clothed and eager to watch us perform,
with Jake's university friend lying out underneath us and peering upwards
as he levelled the two heads of the dildo against our buttholes.

"I always thought Jake had a big pair of balls, Mr Furlong, but yours are
absolutely massive!  They're... well... they're just awesome!"

I smiled over at Guy who looked highly amused.

"It can be quite a curse," I told him, thinking of how restricted I was in
my choice of underwear.

"Yeah," Guy chortled.  "He has to empty the bloody things about three times
a day!  If he doesn't keep nutting off, they get so big he can't fasten his
trousers up."

Marcus chuckled.  "All those times you went up to your bedroom, Mr Furlong,
there I was thinking you just needed a bit of solitary me-time."

"Naah, he was bashing his beef," Guy asserted.  "He's always at it!"

I didn't deny it, although usually I crept along to the computer in the
spare room to help me attend to such matters.  More importantly, though, I
didn't blush either: I quite enjoyed the feeling that the four of us were
all men together and could banter like this with amusement as friends.

Marcus pushed the twinned heads of the dildo firm against mine and Jake's
bums.  We both flinched and I felt the slick, shiny rubber slide smoothly
deep up into me.

"Oh look!  I got a hole in one, Mr Furlong!" Marcus triumphantly declared.

Guy laughed, "Yeah, that was always gonna be the easy bit!"

Jake gasped as the rubber eased more slowly through his tighter butt-hole
and pushed its way into his less well-used tunnel.

He grunted, "Ah, yeah!" and pushed his bum down against it.  I pushed mine
down too but Marcus scolded my haste.

"Don't be greedy, Mr Furlong!  You've already got about half of it in you."

I muttered, "Sorry, I hadn't realised," and he pulled a few inches of it
back out of me to feed to Jake.

That's when the smell first kicked in: the smell of the first of the two
Furlong arses, smeared down the dildo as it emerged from my bum.

It was strong and crude: the bitter and bracing smell that my sexual
companions always tell me they greatly enjoy when they're using my back
passage for us to have intercourse as two men.

Marcus sniffed the gathering odour curiously.  He knew the smell already
from watching Guy and me making love the previous night, but was also
intimately acquainted with it from having my son's less robust version
regularly waft up to him from his well-ploughed behind.

He said, "This is... er... going to be quite something once you the two of
you get going!"

Jake sniffed the air too, no doubt recognising the paternal version of his
own bum stink.

"Yeah!" he laughed.  "This room's gonna reek to high heaven once that dildo
starts getting all wet and slimy from both our butts!"

I noticed Marcus reach down to the crotch of jeans and roughly adjust
himself.  Either he was growing a hard-on which needed shifting to give it
room or, more likely, had already been aroused by peering up at us from
underneath and my bum odour had made his erection painful from where it was
straining against his tight little boxers.

Guy laughed too and splayed himself out on the settee.  "This is gonna be a
fucking good show!"

I saw that he also had to adjust the front of his trousers – did the
smell of male anal sex have the same effect on all men? – and I noticed
his bulge was far more prominent than Marcus'.

Guy went on, "I think it's great that you pair are so totally comfortable
with each other that you can do something like this without either of you
getting all freak-out about it.  You don't know how lucky you are to be so
relaxed about stuff like this."

I beamed over at him and I think Jake smiled too.

He added, "I mean, imagine me and my lad Simon, squatting stark bollock
naked together working a big black double-ender up our two hairy arses!"

Marcus gasped, "Fuck yeah!" and banged his head against the dildo he was
still working up inside Jake.

"Sorry," he muttered, "but what do you mean?  Does he have a mobile?  Could
you get him over here?  Is his bum really that hairy?"

Guy chortled with laughter.  "No, I just meant that he would never do
something like that.  He's way too uptight about sexual stuff, and even if
he wasn't there's no way my arse is getting anything dick-shaped shoved up
it."

Marcus nodded with disappointment and got back to getting the dildo just
right.  I felt a little more of it slide out of me as he pushed it deeper
up Jake's far less commodious bum.

The smell from its slimy surface was growing steadily stronger.  Every time
we were beginning to get used to it and it seemed like it was abating,
Marcus would fiddle with the dildo and we'd all get a fresh blast.

He called out from underneath us, "For such a clean-cut guy, Mr Furlong,
your backside sure kicks out a hell of a stink!"

Guy laughed raucously.  "I can vouch for that, mate!  Good job I find it so
fucking horny!"

"Yeah, I'm not saying it's a bad thing.  It's like Jake's, which I
obviously really like, but... well... so much more intense."

Again I didn't blush: after all, why should I?  It was natural that, with
big black dildo emerging from my slimy innards, the room should start
smelling increasingly strongly of my arse.  But more importantly, I liked
it that everyone was clearly enjoying my most intimate odour: even my son
who was probably looking forward to his own bum stink amplifying his dad's.

At last happy with the way he'd set the dildo up, Marcus pulled out from
underneath us and went to sit alongside Guy on the settee.  Now they really
did look like our audience: Jake and I squatting side-on to them, our
buttocks pressed together and the thick black rubber of the dildo making a
'U' shape underneath us as it connected us together bum-to-bum.

Jake said, "Okay, dad, now we sort of both push back against the dildo.
It's not like fucking, where one guy takes the lead and the other works
against him.  It's more of a collaboration – the dildo should stay still
and the two of us work ourselves against it together with the same force
and rhythm."

"Sounds a bit complicated," I grinned over at our spellbound viewers.

"It's well worth it, though," Marcus called over.  "Once you're both into
it, it's like nothing you've ever felt!"

Jake started pushing back a bit so I worked my buttocks hard against his.
I liked the feel of his muscular butt-cheeks pressing firmly against mine
and I pushed my splayed cheeks roughly into them so that the sweaty hairs
of my arse-crack would bristle coarsely into his own.

He slowly pulled away from me and so I followed his lead.  Then we started
doing it over and over, pushing our bums together with a small moist slap
and then pulling them apart and letting the dildo withdraw from us both.

"Fuck yeah!" Guy called out.  "Work your big sweaty arses together!"

His hand was rubbing at the large bulge he was making in his jeans; his
movements overtly masturbatory as Marcus kept glancing over at, apparently
struggling to decide whether he wanted to look at that or what Jake and I
were doing.

We were slowly increasing our speed, our backs rubbing together as our
buttocks moved back and forth against each other.  I laughed over at Guy
and he beamed at me: he knew what a big deal it was for me to be behaving
like this in front of him and Marcus.

"I love the way your two sets of knackers are dangling down," he announced.
"For an eighteen-year-old lad, Jake, you've got a massive pair of nuts!"

As Marcus had indicated, double-ending like this did indeed feel very
pleasant.  Not only the sensation of the dildo, working steadily more
quickly in and out of my gaping hole, but the act of cracking my buttocks
against Jake's was surprisingly erotic in spite of him being my son.

This was anal sex at its absolute purest: only our bums were being
stimulated and we had both of our arseholes being filled at the same time.

"Oh God!" Marcus gasped.  "Look at their dicks!"

Guy laughed raucously.  "Bloody hell!  It's like watching a couple of
mushrooms grow up in fast forward on one of those nature programmes!"

I realised my cock was rising upwards in its excitement and from what Guy
had said it was clear that Jake's was too.

I grinned over at Marcus who was beaming at me with delight.  "I knew you'd
enjoy it, Mr Furlong!" he smirked.

I chuckled, loving him watching my cock lengthening and thickening as it
slowly curved upright, my foreskin pulling back from its swollen purple
helmet without me so much as touching it.

As I'd expected, the crude and unmistakable smell that I was smearing down
the dildo, was joined quite conspicuously by my son's more pungent and
characteristically ripe anal odour.  We all sniffed it – all four of us
– and my grin towards Marcus and Guy broadened.  They were by now both
rubbing at the large mounds making their crotches rise up, relishing the
double Furlong stink that was wafting over to them from the father and
son's dildo-filled arseholes.

We started slamming our bums against each other, the huge black length of
rubber staying put as our holes frantically consumed and discharged it over
and over, with the two of us working in unison.  Our butt-cheeks made
rhythmic slapping noises, growing steadily louder and faster as our
pleasure intensified, and Jake started gasping, driving himself back
against me with increasing force.

Guy called out, "Oh Jesus!  This is so fucking hot!  I'm gonna have to wank
off!"

I looked over at him, sweating profusely from my brow, whacking my arse
against my son's as the dildo drove into us both, pummelling our dissimilar
holes in delicious harmony.  I could feel my face was bright scarlet and my
cock was throbbing like I urgently needed to masturbate too, but I resisted
the urge for the sake of prolonging this exquisite moment.

Guy yanked his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees and started jerking
his big, thick manly cock without even sitting back down.  Marcus stared at
it, enrapt by how turned on Guy's swollen manhood looked and then jumped up
to undo his belt and fly and hastily tug his own clothing down.

As the two of them stood open-legged alongside us pounding at their cocks,
Jake and I continued working ever more quickly against each other, my son's
pert round arse whacking more loudly against my own.  We were both panting
like we'd just finished an uphill sprint together and it seemed like the
whole room was filling with the stink from our bowels and what our gaping,
slippery arseholes were smearing on the dildo.

"You all right, dad?" I heard Jake gasp.

"All right, son?" I replied through my heaving breaths.  "I'm having the
time of my life!"

"We don't half stink, though!" he laughed between a couple of heavy pants
of his own.  "Do you think it's okay?"

We kept banging our arses into each other, gasping as the twin ends of the
dildo reached so deeply up into our innards.

"Don't you like it?" I asked him breathlessly.

"Yeah!" he panted over his shoulder.  "Do you?"

"Do I like the smell of anal sex?" I laughed back.  "No, Jake – I love
it!"

"You don't mind how strong it is, though?" he persisted.  "How rough it
stinks with both our bums having it up them?"

"It's the smell of male penetration," I told him.  "It's one of the sexiest
smells there is!"

"Well, let's crank it up further," he breathlessly whispered.  "Relax your
bum as open as it gets!"

I knew what he was intending and I did as he suggested.  He obviously tried
relaxing his own butt too because he let out a loud fart.

"Oops sorry!" he giggled but then, loosening my own bowels, I accidentally
released an even louder one of my own.  The two of them combined to make
our stink even more potent.

"Oh Jesus!" Guy called out, his hand whacking frantically at his cock.
"The smell from your fucking arses is gonna bring me off!"

Marcus was pounding his own dick too.  "I've never smelled it so strong!
Christ, it stinks so rough... but it's just so hot!"

With our bowel muscles more relaxed and our gases thankfully expelled, we
could make much longer, sweeping thrusts against each other, using almost
the whole length of the dildo.  We started really plunging ourselves onto
it, both our bums rising high up and away from each other and then slapping
roughly and noisily back together, the long black snake of the toy ramming
deep up inside us.

"Give me all you've got, dad," I heard Jake struggle to say.  "Really slam
your arse hard against mine!"

"Bottom, Jake!" I managed to gasp.

"What?"

"Bottom's more polite."

We thrashed our buttocks into each other, the cheeks bright red and risking
a couple of days' bruising, with the air in the room now thick and rank
with the uninhibited double stink of our joint anal sex.

I heard someone whimpering and after Jake had asked me if I was okay a few
times, I realised with some astonishment that it was actually me.

I gasped, "I really need to climax!  I'm just so desperate!"

Guy waddled over with his trousers around his knees and I thought he was
going to reach down and start jerking my cock for me.  Instead, when he was
right up in front of me, he swivelled around to turn his back on me and
leaned forwards to present me with his hairy splayed butt-crack.

"Rim me, Rob," he commanded.  "As deep as you can."

Aware that that would only serve to get me even more sexually wound-up, I
nevertheless complied and plunged my face between his large, muscular
cheeks.

"Ah, nice one!  Yeah!" Marcus cried on seeing me rimming Guy's big manly
behind, before Jake asked him what Guy was doing, seemingly unwilling to
crane his neck around that far.

"Your dad's licking out Mr Leeson's bum," Marcus announced, his hand making
slapping sounds on his dick that were even faster than the louder cracking
noises of me and my son's buttocks thumping together.

"Let me do the same for you!" Jake cried out and Marcus staggered over to
have his own bum rimmed by my son.

I drove my tongue rapidly in and out of my lover's delicious anal ring and
revelled in the bliss of rich and pungent tastes lurking deep up in his
rectum.

I heard Guy laugh and say, "Yeah!  Get me nice and wet, big boy!"

And I was thinking, "Why the hell are you doing this to me?  I was already
whimpering from over-excitement, my cock just about bursting open it was so
hard... why would you make me rim you as well?"

Suddenly, Guy pulled away from me and angled his backside downwards towards
my cock.

He looked back at me with a grin, and said, "Come on then, Rob, bum me like
you've been wanting to!  Shove your cock up my hole!"

I called out, "Oh yeah, Guy!  Please!  Let me fuck your arse!"

He laughed and said, "It's all yours, mate!" and then he plunged his big
rump slap down onto my cock.  I grabbed my shaft and jabbed the head firmly
against his hot, slick hole and, to my gasping relief, my copiously-applied
spit allowed me to slide it into him.

I wrapped my arms around him and started making love to him quickly, first
with the top couple of inches of my cock but gradually with more and more
of it as his bowels steadily grew used to this new and insistent intruder.

I was whimpering again, the pleasure of being able to penetrate Guy while
still connected to my son almost too great for me to be able to cope with.

"Your dad's fucking Mr Leeson," Marcus told Jake.  "He has his cock just
about all the way up his arse!"

"Crouch down the same, then," Jake gasped pulling his face out from his
butt-crack.  "Let me fuck you like they are, the four of us in row!"

The rhythm of Jake's bum stopped as he worked himself up his friend's wet
chute, and when it started up again, it was if anything more rapid, as the
two of us enjoyed anal intimacy with our lovers back-to-back with the dildo
still lodged up our thrusting bums.

Guy staggered further forwards so that his arms were outstretched on the
carpet and knelt down so that he could stick his big, manly arse out
towards me.  I shifted my hands down his sides to grab at his hips, and
then mounted him properly in the doggy position.  This was my favourite of
all the many ways of copulating with another man and I was so pleased that
Guy had chosen to give himself to me in this way.

I fucked him hard and fast, with me squatting and him kneeling on all
fours.  I loved watching my cock driving in and out of his big, solid
bum-cheeks, and sniffed eagerly at the wonderfully crude odour that was
wafting upwards from his virgin hole.

"Oh God yeah!" Jake cried out and I swung my head around to see what he was
doing.  He was holding Marcus by the shoulders and was fucking him just as
roughly as I was fucking Guy.

I couldn't believe we were doing this with the dildo still connecting us:
the two of us making love to our respective men in this position; our butts
pounding against each other and our rectums bound exquisitely together.

It was, to say the least, utterly incredible.  I had never felt such
intense ecstasy, to be honest; I can hardly describe how it felt to be
experiencing this new level of intimacy with Guy while I had the same big
rubber shaft up inside me that my son had inside him.

As the four of us pounded away together, the brash smell from Guy's
newly-ploughed entrance and the more earthy richness from Marcus' more
frequently traversed hole combined to add to the much rougher stink of mine
and Jake's double-ended enjoyment.  The hot air in the room became a vulgar
cacophony of four men's differing anal scents: the crude, pungent fug from
the dildoed arseholes of the father and son being thrillingly enhanced by
the deeper, carnal odours from our lovers' bowels as the two of us so
rapidly and forcefully buggered them.

Jake suddenly started calling out with a high-pitched voice, "Ah!  Ah!
Ah!"  Then he fell away from me, his backside pulling right off the dildo,
gasping feverishly between his friend's shoulder blades.

Guy grunted back at him, "Yeah, fill him up, son!" as Jake's hips kept
thrashing against Marcus' perky buttocks, shooting squirt after squirt of
his seed into his bowels.

I grabbed Guy by the shoulders and started fucking him at full kilter,
intent now on reaching my own orgasm imminently.  The dildo was still
sticking out of my arsehole and thrashing about like some weird black tail,
slapping against the backs of my thighs as my butt muscles clamped tightly
around the part of it still buried inside me.

The air was suddenly ripe with my son's most intimate stink, smeared
thickly down his side of the dildo and sticking in thick gobs to the smooth
polished head.

While Jake was still recovering from his quivering climax, Marcus pulled
away from him and shuffled over to see what Guy and I were doing.  I turned
to look at him, my face probably soaked with sweat and my complexion pallid
from prolonging my arousal way too long, and he smiled at our lovemaking.

"You both look incredible, Mr Furlong," he muttered.  "What you're doing is
truly beautiful."

I smiled back at him, delighted with his every word.  I had to agree with
him: in my own view, male-to-male anal sex in this, the doggy, position was
one of the most beautiful of sexual sights whatever one's persuasion.

I managed to gasp at him, "He's losing his virginity!"

Marcus beamed at me.  "Then it's even more amazing."

He surprised me by leaning forwards and grabbing the end of the dildo that
was protruding from my butt-crack.  He started thrusting it back and forth
in time with the hammering of my hips against Guys' quivering arse-cheeks.

I gasped, "Oh, yeah!  Slam it in and out of me!" and then Jake struggled to
his feet and came over, grinning at how his lover was working the dildo so
frantically in and out of his dad's sweaty crack.

My son's cock was going floppy but Marcus' was still straining upright: the
orgasm Jake had so passionately enjoyed clearly had not been shared by his
partner.  Marcus grabbed his own erection with his free hand and started
wanking himself off as he pumped the huge rubber phallus quickly and
roughly through my red and swollen hole.

"Oh God, that feels so good!" I cried out to him and he grinned at my
stupefied expression, so pleased to be adding to my mounting pleasure.

"Really fuck him with it!" Jake called out, and I glanced back at him to
see that he was directing that instruction towards his friend.

Marcus started ramming the huge girth of the dildo as hard and as fast as
he could up into my innards and I gasped as my own climax hit in, my balls
pumping my semen for the very first time up into Guy's inexperienced
bowels.

"Oh God, yeah!" Guy cried out as I emptied surge after surge of my cream
deeply into him and he started beating himself off at the sensation of
having another man discharge himself up inside him.

I fell on top of him, my chest heaving against his back, and I managed to
whisper, "Did you like that Guy?  Did you like me fucking you?"

He chuckled, still wanking his cock quickly as my own continued to spurt
endlessly into him, and said, "Too fucking true, I did, mate!  But now I
really need to blow my nut!"

He pulled away from me with the most disgusting, sloppy fart that made it
sound like he had a serious case of explosive diarrhoea, and stood up to
face me with my own discoloured semen trickling down the insides of his
hairy thighs.

He said, "Turn around, Rob, and bend over.  Let's see you working that
almighty black cock in and out of your splayed arse, mate!"

Even though my cock was still dribbling with the dregs of my climax and I
had barely recovered my breath, I got up and bent forwards towards the
fireplace with the huge rubbery tail still flopping around out of my
butt-crack.  I grabbed it through my legs and started driving it and out of
my arsehole, finding it difficult to keep a firm grip on the big droopy
thing from the amount of lube and all the mess from Jake's butt that was
making the rubber so slimy and wet.

"Is this what you want me to do?" I asked, keen to stoke these two guys up
towards their own climaxes now that my son and I had both so energetically
enjoyed our own.

"Ah, yeah!" Guy gasped.  His hand was quickly bashing away at is cock again
and Marcus pushed himself up to stand alongside him so he could watch me
too while he roughly beat himself off.

My own organ was losing its firmness and starting to hang down as if
seeking post-coital comfort from my soft, cosy scrotum.  Nevertheless, I
wanted to perform for my audience and if that meant continuing to sodomise
my own arse while they wanked themselves off – even though I really just
wanted nice cold glass of white wine – then that was what I would have
to do.

Struggling to get a grip on it, I was pleased when a firmer hand than mine
gripped the appendage.  It was Jake, who had swivelled around and was
kneeling down next to me and, from his more advantageous angle, was able to
far more dextrously work the dildo in and out of my bum.

"Right, lads," he chuckled, "let's see you wank off to this!"

He started sliding the dildo rapidly in and out of me and I grunted my
thanks to him, putting both hands down on the hearth to support myself as I
bent as low as I could and pushed my bum right outwards.

"I wanna see you spunk up over his arse!" he told them.  "Or over my face.
The choice is yours."

Guy and Marcus laughed and I could see through my legs that both their
hands were working themselves into a hard, purposeful rhythm.

My son kept driving the black rubber more quickly in and of my butthole –
was I really okay about him doing this to me? – as the two men stood
watching him, pumping their wrists faster and faster on their cocks.

Then they both laughed and Guy called out, "Fucking hell, mate!"

And Marcus gasped, "Ah yeah!  Go for it, mate!  Don't hold back!"

I called up to him, "What are you doing, Jake?" but whatever it was he did
it again because the two of them laughed more loudly and their hands
started slamming up and down their cocks in a flurry of motion.

"Fucking awesome!" Guy gasped.  "You're a dirty little fucker, Jake!"

"Go on, do it again!" Marcus added, his hand now pounding away at himself
in a blur.

"What are you doing?" I repeated, struggling to see up at him through my
legs.  He had his face right near my arsehole and the dildo as he pummelled
it up into my bowels.  He couldn't be licking at the rubber as it slid in
and out of my sore and bloated hole, could he?  That couldn't, surely, be
what was making these guys laugh and bash their dicks off so quickly, could
it?

Whatever it was he did it a third time and Guy started shooting his hot,
white sperm all over my bum before directing his spurting cock towards
Jake's mischievous face.

Marcus called out, "Yeah, that's it, Jake – go on, lap at it!  Right
near his hole!"  And then his cock followed Guy's and started emptying its
load over his lover's kneeling body.

Having done what he'd set out to do, Jake let go of the dildo and grabbed
the tissues from the coffee table to start wiping the two varieties of
semen off himself.  I struggled to push myself back up from the hearth and,
with no-one to hold it, the dildo was expelled from my arse with an
unpleasant squelch.

The double-ended stain it made on the fawn-coloured carpet would take
several bottles of carpet cleaner to slowly dab out.

We left Guy and Marcus downstairs pulling their pants and jeans back up
while Jake and I went upstairs, along with the dildo, to clean ourselves
up.

Both still naked and with me standing at the sink, rubbing all our muck off
the dildo under the hot tap, I asked him what it was he'd done to make Guy
and Marcus climax.

"Oh, I was just messing around," he laughed, using a wet flannel to sponge
their semen out of his hair.

"You weren't licking the dildo, were you?" I asked him, wanting to see his
reaction through the mirror.

He just smiled and looked back at me.  "Of course I wasn't!  Jesus, do you
actually think I'd do that, dad?"

"Marcus told you to 'lap at it' right near my hole.  What were you doing to
make him say that?"

"I had my tongue out, yeah," he grinned, "but that was just to get them
spunking up.  I was getting a cramp kneeling there like that and I just
thought, 'What's gonna get them shooting their nuts?' and so I stuck my
tongue my tongue out pretended like I was licking it."

"You pretended to lick the dildo?  With it sliding in and out of my bum?"

He shrugged.  "I didn't have my tongue anywhere near it.  I was just acting
up like women in a porn film.  Wiggling my tongue towards it as if it was
so sexy."

I nodded but I was far from convinced.

He tried his innocent look – which isn't that easy to pull off when
you're dabbing two blokes' spunk out of your hair – and said, "That's
all it was dad – honestly!  I really wouldn't have put my tongue on it."

I didn't respond but just turned back to look at the dildo as I rubbed its
full length with my whole hand, as if I was wanking it off underneath the
hot tap.

"What do you use to clean this thing, Jake?" I asked him.  "I've washed all
our mess off it but it still stinks to high heaven."

"On the packaging it said use warm water and detergent.  Oh, and that it's
dishwasher safe."

"I'm not putting it in the dishwasher, Jake.  There are matters of hygiene
to consider, you know."

I suppose that sounds a bit fussy considering the sheer state the four of
us had had just left the living room in.

That night in bed I asked Guy what Jake had been doing behind me when he
and Marcus had so vigorously reached their mutual climaxes.

"Oh, just messing around," he said.  "You know what your Jake's like."

"In what way was he messing around?" I persisted.  "If I remember rightly
you called him a 'dirty little fucker'."

"Yeah, well I was just about to jazz off.  I don't have to tell you some of
the stuff I come out with when I'm getting close."

"Was he licking the dido?" I asked outright.

"Licking it?" Guy asked with what seemed like forced incredulity. "Of
course he wasn't licking it, mate.  Jesus, like he would!"

"Was he at least pretending to lick it?  Did he have his tongue out like he
was going to?"

"No, of course not.  Come on, Rob, he's your son.  He wouldn't do anything
like that."

Having quickly got dressed in his bedroom after we'd cleaned up, Jake had
bounded downstairs before me and I had a strong suspicion that he'd
urgently whispered to the two of them in the living room, "Whatever he asks
you, I wasn't licking the dildo, okay?"

I'd hurried down straight after him, still fastening up my shirt, and had
walked in on the three of them staring at me, all just smiling like butter
wouldn't melt.

"So what was he doing behind me?" I asked Guy, curious that his story
didn't match up with Jake's.  "What was it that made you and Marcus laugh
so much and then climax pretty much in unison?"

"Oh, I dunno," he muttered, struggling to think his way out of this.  "Just
stupid stuff..."

"Like what?"

"It's a bit of blur," he claimed, and then, seizing an idea which must have
just occurred to him, added, "but... yeah... he was sort of sniffing at the
dildo.  Yeah, that's it... he was pretending he really liked the smell of
it.  And after all that stuff we'd be saying about how horny the two of you
stank when you were double-ending it together, it just seemed really hot
and sexy to see him sniffing at it and grinning."

I didn't tell him that what he'd said completely conflicted with Jake's
story.  I was becoming convinced that my son had rather over-stepped the
mark during our fun and that I'd have to be more careful with him in
future.

I put my arm over Guy's chest and snuggled against his shoulder.  Whatever
had happened wasn't his fault and it was sweet, in a way, that he was
trying to protect my son from the strong reaction he knew I could quite
easily vent.

He said, "Whatever Jake was doing, Rob – and it really wasn't anything
out of order – it won't stop us all having some fun in the future, will
it?"

"I dunno," I sighed.  "I am his dad, Guy.  There has to be limits."

"You were the one who suggested the double-ending thing with him, mate."

"I know that," I nodded.  "And that part was great.  But the two of us were
quite strict about what we could and couldn't do and I'm now wondering
whether Jake went beyond that."

"Whatever it was he did, I swear to god that he didn't actually touch you.
That was the rule wasn't it?"

"He broke the spirit of the rule which was more about us not being intimate
together.  And licking a dildo sliding in and out of someone's arse is, in
my view, one of the most intimate things a person can do."

This time Guy didn't dispute my suspicion; he just said, "If he did lick
the dildo – and I'm not for a second saying that he really did – it
shows how strong you guys' relationship is.  You should be thankful for
that, Rob.  What you guys did tonight just proves that you and him have got
a truly heavy-duty bond between you.  I'd kill to have something like that
with my kid."

I nodded into his armpit.  Maybe he was right.

Maybe I was looking at this the wrong way and that such occasional moments
of intimacy between my son and me could only strengthen the special
connection we had.  Perhaps what Jake had done – what I was now sure he
had done when he'd been kneeling behind me – was something I mustn't
feel in any way uncomfortable about but should be a cause for celebration.

I went off to sleep with that thought in my head; wondering whether it
would be wrong for me to allow a deeper physical closeness to develop with
my son.

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