"Well, this is nice," I smiled, taking a sip from my drink as the four of us sat around in silence.
It was Friday evening and Guy had brought his son Simon around for stage one of what we were calling 'Operation: Simon'.
After I'd told Guy that my twenty-one-year-old son and I had started having occasional low-key sex together, his initial surprise had given way to a burning desire for his own adult son Simon to enter into a similar arrangement with him. He wanted to keep things casual, just like Jake and I were, and hoped that they might start by masturbating each other, moving on to trade blowjobs when the young man had become more comfortable about using his father sexually. My friend even confessed that he'd eventually like to crank things up between him and Simon to include full penetration, with the two of them taking turns to offer their rears for the other's relief when neither of them were in involved with other people.
Since Jake and I were by then already well acquainted with the pleasures to be had from each other's backsides, we'd readily agreed to help our friend achieve his somewhat unorthodox aim. We figured it would take several evenings of persuasion, not to mention a steady supply of alcohol, for the twenty-one-year-old to recognise the sexual potential of the burly man whose bedroom door was just a few feet along the corridor from to his. After all, Simon was Jake's old school-friend and my son recalled him getting uptight at scout-camp when boys were playing around together. And Guy was well aware that his son was sexually quite prudish and that one ill-considered move could send the young man literally running out of the door.
That first Friday evening was supposed to have involved the four of us playing a 'do-or-dare' game using a pile of cards which I'd carefully arranged beforehand. Jake and I would take cards which would require us to get touchy-feely with one another in the hope that Simon, when it was his turn, would be willing to get similarly frisky with his own old man. Drinks would continue flowing freely and the idea was that by the end of the evening the four of us would be enjoying some heavy foreplay together in two very attractive father-son pairs.
I'd thought it possible that Simon might go as far as masturbating his dad's large thick cock poking through his fly, while Jake's fist was similarly thumping against my trouser front as he attended to mine. Guy had been hoping for rather more and envisioned Simon being taught by Jake how to give a paternal blowjob. He desperately wanted the evening to culminate with him and I standing side-by-side with our two sons kneeling before us eagerly bobbing their heads up and down our spit-soaked erections.
But things hadn't gone according to any of our plans.
First off, Simon had refused to join us for a drink. Guy had stupidly let Simon drive the two of them over without thinking through that he'd want to stay sober so he could drive them back home. Secondly, Simon had refused to play the game we had meticulously planned. He'd scoffed something about it being juvenile and no amount of persuasion would convince him that it might be fun.
"Well, this is nice," I repeated, looking around at the other three sitting apart in uncomfortable silence.
"Last time I saw you, Jake," Simon said, glaring at my son, "you'd just finished doing my dad up the butt."
Simon peered across at me to assess my reaction. He was dressed more casually than I'd expected, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but he still parted his hair like a kid in a school photo and the thick-rimmed glasses he was wearing made him look like a nerd.
When I just smiled pleasantly back, as if he'd merely complimented my choice of curtains, he looked disappointed and stared instead at his tumbler of fruit juice.
"Yeah, it's nice to reminisce," Jake nodded. "But, like I told you at the time, your dad mainly fucked me."
"And are you okay with that?" Simon asked me directly. He seemed determined that I would be shocked by Jake's actions and was perhaps hoping I would create a scene.
I shrugged. "I guess. Me and your father are in a relationship... I think he's already told you about that?"
Simon nodded and I went on, "Well, although we're developing feelings for one another, in terms of sexual commitment we're very relaxed. I have fun with other people and your dad does too. If that includes playing around with Jake sometimes, then we're both okay with that."
"You don't mind that your... well... boyfriend... is having sex with your son?"
"Not really," I shrugged again. "We have fun together in various combinations."
"You got a hang-up about the gay thing?" Jake asked him.
"Of course I haven't!" Simon snapped. "I'm pleased my dad and your dad have found -"
"At scout camp and when some of us guys had stopovers," Jake cut in, "you always got freaked out about gay stuff, even when it was just for jokes..."
"And you never asked yourself why?"
"Not really," Jake shrugged. "I just figured you weren't comfortable seeing dudes messing around together."
"You never thought that maybe I was enjoying it a bit too much... that maybe I was worried you guys would see... well... how much I liked it...?"
"Oh," Jake replied flatly, before correcting himself to a more encouraging, "Oh!"
I looked over at Guy and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk. He didn't seem particularly surprised - after all, he'd been wondering about his son's sexuality for some time. Instead he took Simon's admission as a foreshadow of positive developments in 'Operation: Simon'.
"So all the times we used to wank off together," Jake smiled more affectionately at his old school-friend, "you were kind of enjoying it on more than one level?"
Simon blushed as if ashamed to have the room know that he used to rub his cock alongside my son, so I smiled over at him and said, "We all masturbate, Simon... I rather enjoy a good wank myself from time to time!"
He smiled a little as if pleased by my admission and nodded to Jake, "I guess so... and I suppose, from what my dad told me about you, that you were enjoying it in pretty much the same way."
"I dunno," Jake replied. "I swing both ways these days, but back then I only fantasized about girls."
"But you do have sex with your buddies at uni? The boys, I mean..."
"Yeah, some of them," Jake agreed. "I have a girl I'm seeing - Ellie - but I play around with dudes too... just for fun..."
Simon smiled. "It sounds really cool. Some of the stuff my dad told me... I'd love to be part of a group of mates like that..."
I decided to ask a question I thought might embarrass the young man.
"Have you ever... er... kissed a boy, Simon?"
He laughed like only an idiot would ask such a stupid question. "Of course I have! I might not be as confident as Jake about sexual stuff, but I have actually had a few guys in my bed!"
"You butt-fucked?" Jake asked, succinctly articulating what I was thinking and Guy probably was too.
Simon was initially thrown by the frankness of the question but then looked around and seemed to decide that in company like ours he might as well be honest. He admitted, "Yeah... I didn't think I'd like it but... well... turns out that I do!"
"Plug or socket?" Jake asked, again speaking for the room.
"Oh, very much socket," Simon smiled. "I tried being the plug but... let's just say... I wasn't too keen!"
"Really?" Guy chipped in, his face suddenly serious. "You only like taking it up you?"
