Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2023 10:09:43 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alone with Dad and Grandpa (Incest/Adult-Youth)

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The sun started to set as we trudged further and further into the forest.
Long shadows cast across the ground as we came across a clearing where we
would set up camp for the night. This was an annual overnight hike we
did, with me, Dad David, and my Grandpa Gary, embarking on some "man"
time alone together. I didn't mind it so much when I was little, but now,
at 14, it seemed like a wasted weekend to me. The walking, mosquitoes,
and sore feet were hardly my idea of a good time. I'd rather be at home.
"Finally, " I said, noticing we had arrived at a grassy clearing, our
destination.

"When are you going to tell him?" Grandpa asked me as he walked past from
behind.

"When I'm ready, geez."

"Tell me what?" Dad asked, dumping his backpack on the floor with a thud.

Grandpa knew I was gay. He had caught me jerking off on the computer two
years ago and had been on my case. After he saw me jacking it to guys, he
had taken me under his wing ever since. I'd go to Grandpa's every house
every weekend, at the agreement that he wouldn't tell anyone about me
liking guys. The funny thing was Dad thought I was going there to help
out. I used to when I was younger, but these days, I spent more time with
my lips on Grandpa's cock than in his Garden.

"Nothing..." I grumbled.

My mind was swirling with emotions. It was nearly two years ago that
Grandpa had found out about me. I'd sucked his dick so many times in
exchange for his keeping my secret, even to the point of letting him take
my virginity, not to tell my Dad. I didn't want anyone to know about me.
I didn't want my friends at school to know or my family, but since
Grandpa caught me, I had no choice but to do what he told me.

"I'm going to go find some firewood for the night," Granddad announced,
glancing between me and Dad.

Grandpa Gary strolled into the woods, leaving me alone with Dad and my
heart pounding. My Dad looked at me, raising an eyebrow, noticing
something was up.

"What's going on, TJ?" he asked with a hint of scepticism. "You seem
bothered by something."

The thought of my Dad's reaction terrified me. Dad and I didn't get along
at the best of times; he was often working, and save for taking the time
to yell at me about my schoolwork, he knew little else about me. Grandpa,
though, had given me an ultimatum when we arrived at the beginning of our
hike. He told me I had to come out to Dad now, or he would do it for me.

"Dad, there's something I need to tell you," I finally managed to say, my
voice shaking.

"Yeah? What is it?" he asked, not fully grasping the gravity of what was
to come.

I took a deep breath and blurted out, "I'm gay."

There was a momentary pause as his face contorted with disbelief. "Gay?"
he repeated, a mixture of surprise and doubt in his tone. "You're not
gay. You have a girlfriend."

The knot in my stomach tightened. It was precisely this lack of
understanding that had always driven us apart. "Dad, I've never had a
girlfriend."

"What about Tammy? I thought you liked her?"

"Tammy is just a friend. I like guys."

Dad frowned, seemingly unable to comprehend my revelation or even believe
me. "Well, you're too young to know for sure," he argued dismissively.
"Let's finish putting these tents up before Grandpa gets back."

My blood boiled. It was as if my truth meant nothing to him. I was still
shaking, not just from the nerves but because he just wouldn't LISTEN to
me. "I've known for a long time, Dad. It's not a phase or something I can
change. I've even done some things."

Dad sighed, crossing his arms, and looked away, a sign that he was
shutting down like he always did. "This is all too much to take in right
now," he muttered. "This is meant to be a nice weekend for us guys to
enjoy. Let's just drop this... silliness."

Fireworks of rage exploded from within me. Why did he have to be my Dad?
Why did he always shut me out? I felt nothing but anger, the blood
pumping behind my eyes. "ITS NOT FUCKING SILLY!" I screamed, "IT'S WHO I
AM!"

My outburst startled both of us. The air crackled with tension, and my
Dad's expression shifted from disbelief to frustration, his face
hardening.

"You don't get to speak to me like that, boy!"

"THEN FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! I LIKE GUYS! I LIKE DICK! I LIKE BIG
THROBBING FUCKS IN MY MOUTH, AHHH!!"  I yelled, animating my anger as I
gestured at all the invisible cocks I was sucking. Tears welled in my
eyes, but I blinked them back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction
of seeing me break down.

"Oy, oy, what's going on here," Grandpa asked as he returned with some
firewood.

Dad's eyes shifted, and he took a deep breath, quickly trying to regain
his composure with Gary returning. "TJ and I were just having a
disagreement. Nothing to worry about," he replied, attempting to downplay
the situation.

"Is it about TJ liking cock up his ass?" Gary asked, dumping down the
pile of dried wood. "Pah, old news."

"I... hadn't gotten to that part," I gulped.

"You already knew?" Dad asked Grandpa.

"Of course I do!" Grandad replied.

Dad's face was priceless. He wanted to be mad at me, but his Dad was like
kryptonite for any anger he could muster. The one person on this earth
that my Dad couldn't hold a candle to was Grandpa, and the realization
that Grandad was already in the loop threw him off balance.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Dad," I said again, my voice
cracking.

My heart was still pounding from the confrontation with my Dad. We'd
fought so much over the years, and I always lost. I feared my Dad's
anger, but Grandpa was here now. Now, Dad was powerless.

"How many..." Dad wavered. "How many boys have you... done that gay stuff
with?"

My eyes flicked briefly to Grandad, seeking his unspoken approval. By
keeping my secret so far, he was the only one I had sucked, but his being
called a boy had caused him to smirk.

"Boy?" I answered. "Just one."

A knowing chuckle escaped from Granddad's lips. He was the one who I'd
ever sucked. If not for his catching me in the act that first time, I
would still have been in the closet about everything. Sure, some of my
guy friends were hot, but the social impact of anyone at my school
knowing about my being gay was too great. Granddad kept my secret. Or at
least he said he would as long as I did what he asked of me, which meant
giving him blowjobs on weekends, among other things he had me do.

"And you're okay with this? " Dad asked, turning to Grandpa, his face of
bewilderment. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because I knew you would freak out," I grumbled. "And I was right."

"He only told you now because I made him, " Granddad confirmed.

"And how the hell did you get him to do that?" Dad retorted. "I can't
even get him to do his damn homework!"

"I'm not a baby, Dad! And besides, you're not exactly the poster father
figure!"

Dad's anger seemed to max out at my comment suddenly. Anger was hidden
behind his eyes, but again, Granddad's presence continued to neuter it.
"I just... I just wish you'd talked to me, TJ. You only told me because
Grandpa made you?"

"You heard him right," Grandpa said, a touch of amusement in his voice.
"He's quite precious about his secret now that I... we know. He's also
willing to do quite a bit to ensure we keep it that way."

"Shhh... don't tell him everything," I said, my cheeks heating as I
glanced towards the floor.

"Why don't we prove it to your old man?"

I groaned internally. So this is what he was up to. I dropped to my knees
in front of my Grandpa. I had hoped with the hike, it would have meant at
least one weekend without his cum in my throat.

"Please, no..." I said, looking up at him. "I thought you said if I came
out to Dad, you wouldn't make me do this today?"

"I said you wouldn't have to suck MY dick, " Grandpa said, looking down
at me. "Your Dad on the other hand...."

"Ew, my dad?" My voice sounded weak. So much for telling my Dad I wasn't
a kid anymore. I sure sounded like one now.

Grandpa chuckled. "Well, you'll want him to keep your secret too, won't
you? What do you reckon, Dave?"

"So, we can get him to anything?" Dad pondered.

"Noo... " I whimpered, my face burning, but Grandpa nodded in the
affirmative.

"Anything," Grandad replied, placing his hands and twisting them so I was
kneeling in front of my Dad instead. "You'll do anything to keep your
secret. Won't you, TJ?"

"You said...If I came out to Dad, you would keep my secret?" I wined in
protest.

"I did. And I will. " Grandad replied, holding me in place in front of my
Dad. "But your Dad might not. He might want to tell your mom. Or your
friend's parents. Or your teachers. He might tell anyone about your gay
little secret."

I looked back up at my Dad. I knew what my granddad expected me to do
now. My Dad's eyes told me he knew where this was going. I was locked
away in the wilderness with two grown men. I hung my head and sucked up
the courage to do it.

"Dad...I'll do it if you don't tell."

"What exactly is it that you will do?" Dad asked.

"I'll suck you. I'll suck your cock if you promise not to tell."

What the hell was I even saying? Before this hike, I wouldn't have asked
my Dad for a ride to the mall! Now I was asking to suck his cock?

"You heard him, Dave. How about it?"

Grandpa's firm hands on my shoulders gave me no escape. I was grovelling
before my Dad as he towered over me, me kneeling, begging for him to let
me suck my only second-ever cock.

"He's my son," Dad replied.

"So what?"Grandad said. "We're all guys out here. God, I've had him suck
my cock dozens of times, and your wife needn't know."

"Ugh, I don't know. He's a kid. I-"

"GET YOUR DAMN DICK OUT, DAVE!" Grandpa bellowed.

Stunned, Dad did as his Dad told him. I watched as he undid his fly; I
gulped again as I was about to see my Dad's junk for the first time.

Like a thick hunk of meat, he pulled it through his fly. I can't say I
was surprised by its size, having dealt with Grandpa's so many times, but
what did surprise me was that he was circumcised. Grandpa and I were
intact, so I had always assumed Dad would be too. I had seen plenty of
cut cocks at school, but this was the first I had seen so close. It
looked shaved and neat; the head looked like a spearhead, purple and
thick. His balls seemed pretty big, too. What the fuck am I doing here?
I'm literally looking at my Dad's balls!

"Get to work, TJ," Grandpa said behind me. "You know what to do. Suck
that dick."

I groaned, then reached up and grabbed Dad's cock in my hands and, at the
same time, stretched my body up. This is the way Granpa had taught me so
many times, so I went with what I knew. First, I placed my lips on Dad's
sack and kissed his balls, mouthing one floating in his sack, keeping eye
contact with him as I did. The look on Dad's face was one of
speechlessness. Me too, Dad, me too. I kissed his right nut first,
feeling its shape, before taking it in and gently nursing it between my
lips.

I lathered Dad's ball in my mouth, feeling the fuzzy skin on my lips
before moving on to the left one. Dad moaned as I tenderly treated his
sack, his cock growing, the bulbous head of his glans towering high. I
could taste dads salty sweat all over his cock as I made my way up the
length of his turgid cock. Tangy and strong, I could taste every inch of
the walk he exerted to get here. My spit smothered his shaft, and by the
time I reached the top of his pole, pre was already coating his purple
cock head in a thin film.

Here goes, I thought. Time to suck a new cock. I closed my eyes and let
it in. My eyes fluttered, feeling Dad's knob push between my lips, the
taste of his precum splashing my mouth. Dad moaned again. Grandpa
chucked. I took in as deep as I could, about 6 inches comfortably. That
is how big Grandpa is.

"Good lad, " Grandpa cheered. "Suck that cock. Do a good job."

"Fuck, mmm," I also heard my Dad say. I had never heard him swear in my
life, so I must have been doing okay.

Dad's hands wrapped around my head as I took more of him in. He was
taking more control himself now, leaning in and rubbing the spongy head
of his cock across the top of my mouth. I could feel the texture of it
rubbing against the roof, Dad's different flavours and musk. I couldn't
believe this was happening. My own Dad, fucking my mouth, and me, blowing
him.

Without waiting, Dad held my head firm and pushed his cock in further. I
struggled but managed it, allowing him to fuck. When my lips mashed into
his pubes, I knew I had his full length inside. I did my best to vacuum
his cock with my throat, my lungs doing most of the work. Dad groaned,
muttering as he held me in place. It wasn't an angry moan but a pleasured
moan, one reserved for the bedroom. I felt his fingers grip my scalp as
he pulled back a little before plunging in again. He swore again as I
tried to breathe and swallow around his long invading cock.

"Not bad, huh?" Grandpa chucked from behind.

"Yeah." Dad moaned. "Does he swallow?"

"He'll do it if you tell him to."

"Mmm, fuck yeah. Wrap your arms around my legs, son. Cram my cock to the
base."

I did as he told me. When I had my arms around him, my lips squeezed
against his pubes, my mouth stretched at the root, barely wide enough to
stretch to his size. His hands on my head continued to hold me fast. And
when I felt his cock throb between my lips, I knew he was about to cum in
me.

"Fuck, yeah!" Dad shouted as he came into my mouth. My Dad's cum. Where I
came from. I heard myself gargle. His hands held my head fast as he
emptied his balls into my mouth, and I diligently swallowed. Dad's cream
was thick, warm and sticky. Still, more drools of cock slop streamed as
he pulled free from me. I gasped, my newest cock satisfied.

"Promise you won't tell mom..." I gasped when my mouth was free.

"Keep doing that, and I will keep your secret," Dad said.

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