Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 22:39:54 -0600 From: Dream Spinner Subject: "The Brewsters Celebrate Grandparents Day 3/3 (t/t t/b t/m b/m incest) Caution/Welcome. This is a story involving four brothers, one twelve-year-old, one fourteen-year-old, and two sixteen-year-old twins, who as loving grandsons, join their cousins, parents and other relatives in celebrating Grandparents day with their maternal and paternal grandparents in Banff, Alberta, as only the Brewster brothers can. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for adult entertainment only. Permission is not given to copy electronically nor in any other form for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those described here. This is the fortieth story in the Brewster boys special events and myths series. The Brewster brothers remind you to always play it safe. Condoms past the expiry date are best put on the museum shelf than on your pecker. Praise, unwanted heirlooms and story ideas for 2003 can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com THE BREWSTERS CELEBRATE GRANDPARENTS DAY 3/3 SUNDAY Waking up the next morning, Bobby found himself alone in their room. He stretched, yawned, and reaching down and slipping his hands in his pajamas bottoms, fiddled with his dick as he yawned a second time. He had a morning wood, which was not unusual. He figured it was because his balls were spending the night trying to make sperm while he was sleeping. He considered bringing himself off, but decided he'd better head down to the kitchen for breakfast before it was too late. As it turned out, it was too late, but being the grandson of Nat Brewster, and having a seductive smile besides, he easily convinced the chef to cook him up a couple eggs and a mess of bacon, along with some hash browns and four slices of toast which he covered with several packets of strawberry jam. Less than a month away from his thirteen birthday, he was developing an appetite like his brother Brent was famous for. Of course, he thought with a smile, he'd had enough exercise last night to warrant his appetite that morning. Those memories caused his dicklet to stir in his trousers. Returning to his room, he found the note his mother had left telling him that she and his father had gone to church along with Gramma Brewster and her parents and brothers and sisters, except for Uncle Malcolm who had taken his nephews up to Lake Louise, and that his brothers were down in the sauna. Checking out the guys, Bobby concluded with a smile. He considered going down to join them, but decided since he had the room to himself, he'd lay down and have a good long wank first. Stretching out on the log four-poster canopy king-sized bed his parents were sleeping in, he pulled up his Anaheim Mighty Ducks screen print team shirt so he could play with his nipples and pushed his matching rip off athletic team pants and his white Stanfords down to mid-thigh. He thought about the fun he and his brothers had the previous night as he began to fiddle with himself, tugging on his limp dicklet as he played with his right nipple. He was hard in no time and he slowly began to pump his fist up and down his stiff cock with his right hand as he fiddled with his left nipple, caressing and tweaking it until it was hard and itching like his dickhead. That was how his Grandpa Nat found him. Sensing someone was in the room, Bobby opened his eyes. "Oh. Ah. Hi Grandpa." "Hi," Nat replied, "ah, everyone's gone to church, or are off sight seeing, or somewhere." "Yeah. I know. I found Mom's note." "They said you were still asleep so I thought I'd check in and see how you were doing." "I'm doing okay." "Ah, so I see. I mean, so it seems. That you're doing okay." He looked up at the wall behind the bed but he could still see his grandson perfectly in his mind, a handsome young boy spread out flat on his back with his shirt pulled up and his pants and underwear pushed down, a handsome young boy with a smooth chest still softly contoured with baby fat, a flat stomach, hairless pubes and testicles, which were quite huge for a boy his age and which formed two hen's eggs in his thin-skinned sack, and a nice size cocklet, probably close to four-and-a-half inches. "I am. You okay?" "Me? Yes, of course." "You sound sort of strange." "Ah . . . well . . . no I'm fine." "Cool." "Well . . . I'll leave you to . . . well, I'll leave you." "You upset?" "Upset? No. About what?" "Me playing with myself." "Oh. No. Not at all. It's natural for a boy to . . . well, maybe you should talk about this with your father." "I have. He's okay with it. He said he done it too when he was a boy." "So did I." "Yeah? Wicked. Tell me about it?" "Tell you about it?" "Sure." "Well. . . ." "Please." "Well, there's nothing that much to tell." "I'd like to hear about how you did it and stuff. Come sit down and tell me," Bobby encouraged, sitting up on the bed and pulling himself back so he was leaning against the headboard. His grandfather hesitated. This was not something he'd talked about for a long time, a very long time, and it certainly was not something he thought he'd ever be talking about with his grandson. Not wanting Bobby to have any guilt feelings or worries about what he had been caught doing, just as his own father had not wanted him to have unlike many of his friend's fathers, he sat down beside him. "There isn't really much to tell," he repeated "How'd you first find out about it?" "Well, I do have four brothers, three of them older than me," Nat said with a smile. "Oh yeah. Me and my brothers jack off together too, and tell each other about stuff we learn, sex stuff that is." "I guess that's something that doesn't change," Nat observed. It was also more than he wanted to know. He had an open mind and liberal attitudes about sex, but he was of a generation where sex was a taboo topic, and he was of an age where he found it uncomfortable talking to a boy as young as his grandson. He wished he would at least pull up his underwear. At least he had stopped whacking it. "You ever do it with a buddy? I got a best buddy that does it with me. And we do each other. That's real sweet." "Yes, I did, when I was your age. Except back then we'd have said it was the cat's meow." "That's funny." "Expressions are one thing that do change with time," Nat observed as he shifted uneasily on the bed. He knew there was not reason for it, but he was feeling uncomfortable talking to his grandson about something so intimate. He was also feeling the beginnings of arousal as he thought back to his boyhood and the many hours of jerking fun with his brothers and with his closest buddy. He had not thought about that for a long time. "Dad says the Brewster men are all well hung. Do you think I'm well hung?" "Ah, yes, you are, very well," Nat said, glancing down at Bobby's stiff cock. The boy was well hung, as Nat knew all Brewster men were. He was secretly glad to see the gene was being passed on to his grandsons. "Dad still jacks off sometimes," Bobby continued, chatting as if they were talking about the weather or what he'd done in school that day. "When, you know, he and Mom, well, you know." "Yes," Nat said, shifting uncomfortably. "You still jack off?" Bobby asked. "You know, when Grandma's having her period or when she doesn't wanna, well, when she doesn't wanna, you know." "Yes, sometimes, though Gramma and I don't have to worry about her, well, her periods." Nat shifted again. This was not something men talked about, and certainly not grandfathers and grandsons. "You don't? How come?" "Ah, well, that stops when a woman gets older. Anyway, a man doesn't get the urge as often at my age as at yours." "Wanna do it now?" "Now?" "Sure. You and me together. Dad says you got a big one when it's hard." "He does?" Nat asked, wondering just how that topic had come up, and how his son knew anything about when he was erect. "Yeah. He says he's seen it," Bobby continued. "Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have told you that part." "No. That's all right," Nat said, wondering even more just what sort of conversation his son had had with his grandson, and when his son could possibly have seen him erect. Perhaps if he phrased the question properly, his grandson . Bobby suddenly reached over and placed his hand on his grandfathers' crotch, interrupting the old man's thoughts. "Wow, you are big," he observed. "Or are you getting a hard on?" "I think the expression is, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" Bobby giggled. "That's like so way funny." Nat smiled at his grandson's amusement. "Anyway, in answer to your question, it's a bit of both," he observed, succumbing to his grandson's contagious smile and fresh innocence. Bobby knew an invitation when he heard one. Pulling down the fly of his grandfather's Wranglers, he reached in his pants before his grandfather could react, and slipping his hand in the fly of his boxers, found and pulled out his semierect cock. It was as long as Bobby's cock was hard and still flaccid. Holding it by the base, Bobby wagged it up and down, causing it to continue swelling. His grandfather was uncircumcised and his foreskin had crept part way down his knob. As Bobby flopped his cockhead in the palm of his hand Nat's cock to begin to rise. Getting to his knees and squatting on his heels, Bobby examined his grandfather's organ intently. It was long and thick, as long and as thick as his father's cock, and his knob was flanged like a mushroom just like his dad's and like his own and his brothers' dicks. The knob was a much darker reddish- purple and the skin of the shaft darker than any other white man's cock he'd seen. Wrapping his fist about it, he slowly drew his grandfather's skin all the way down, and then slowly pushed it all the way back up. "You can do mine if you want," he offered as he lay back on the bed. Having gone this far, Nat gave in and reached over for Bobby's cocklet. As he wrapped his gnarled, knobby fingers about the slender tube, he recalled when he was that age and jerked off four or five times a day. It felt strange, and very erotic, to be holding his young grandson's stiff cock in his hand, and even more erotic having his young grandson working his hot little hand up and down his monster. He watched Bobby's hand slowly pumping his thick cock, his fingers barely able to reach around it, and then he watched his own fingers easing his grandson's prepuce up and down over the knob of his pricklet. Glancing up at Bobby and seeing the pleasure curling his lips and the sparkle of arousal in his hazel eyes, Nat relaxed and closed his eyes and enjoyed the first mutual jerkoff he'd had in years. "That was so wicked!" "Oh yeah, the way that kid's Speedos popped out when he saw you had a woodie!" "And the look on his face when you reached under the water and gave him a grope." "I thought that old guy was going to pop a blood vessel when he was bawling you two out for messing around with each other in the hot tub." "Yeah, and when oh, hi Grandpa." Brent, Brett and Benny stood there in the middle of the room in just their swim trunks and slippers as their kid brother and grandfather looked up at them from the bed, Bobby with his T-shirt pulled up and his athletic pants and underwear pushed down, and Grandpa Nat laying there in his leather vest and western shirt with his hand about Bobby's stiff cock and his own monster cock jutting out of the fly of his Wranglers. Benny stepped up to the bed. "Gosh, Grandpa, what a great big cock you have," he said in his best Little Red Riding Hood imitation, causing his brothers to giggle, and even his grandfather to chuckle despite the embarrassing situation he'd just been caught in. "I imagine you're wondering what Bobby and I are doing," he said, slipping his hand off his grandson's throbbing cock. Bobby kept his hold. "Golly yes," said Brett, his eyes wide and his voice high pitched with innocence as he stepped up to the other side of the bed, "why do you and Bobby have your peepees out?" "And why are they so swollen?" asked Brent, joining his younger brother on the other side with the same wide-eyed wonder. The five of them laughed. "Honestly, Bobby," Brett reprimanded. "We can't leave you alone for half an hour without you getting in someone's pants." "That's Bobby. Every time you turn around he has someone's cock in his hand." "Or somewhere else," Benny observed, causing Brent and Brett to giggle. "Wanna join us?" Bobby offered. "Grandpa's got enough for all of us." His three brothers glanced at their grandfather's stiff cock jutting out of his jeans. With Bobby's hand wrapped around the base, there was still enough jutting out for probably another two grasps. "Can we?" they asked in unison, looking up at their slightly embarrassed but bemused grandfather. The banter they'd been engaged in reminded him so much of himself and his brothers at their age. "I don't see why not," he said, adding as a smile slowly curled his lips, "but you'll have to get out of those wet swim suits. We don't want you getting the bed all wet." "Of course we wouldn't," Brett said as the boys glanced at each other. He and Brent were wearing matching white swim trunks with black racing stripes. The wet material clung to their young, teenage butts and you could easily see the outline of their cocks in the thin, wet cloth. Benny was wearing a pair of blue Speedos, and his boyhood formed an inviting bulge in the pocket of the swimwear. The boys quickly slipped off their slippers and pushed down and stepped out of their swim suits. Nat glanced from Brent to Brett and back to Brent. The two sixteen-year-old boys were remarkably handsome with their mother's deep blue eyes, fine features and slim build and gorgeous long, blond hair that extended down half way down their back. Normally full and curly, their hair now hung straight and wet having just come out of the pool, which added to their sexual appeal. Standing at close to five-foot-eight and a hundred and thirty-five pounds, the two boys had attractive bodies, being at that age where their muscles were beginning to define and to form firm chests and biceps, but still having the smoothness and rounded contours of youth. They had gorgeous blond bushes and large, low-hung balls and long, limp cocks. Nat noticed that the two boys were identical right down to the finest detail, the only difference being that Brent was wearing his nipple rings and barbells, which added to his sexy appearance as far as Nat was concerned, though he knew many men his age would have been abhorred if their grandsons wore earrings and other body piercing. As Benny stepped out of his Speedos, Nat observed how much the boy looked like his father when his father was that age. They had the same hazel eyes, cute nose and high cheek bones, and the same sensual lips and ready smile. The five-foot-four, hundred- and-twelve pound boy had the soft contours of a teen at puberty, his chest still undefined and rounded with baby fat and his biceps and thighs still smooth and slender. The presence of fine dark brown hairs in his pits and the fine silky hairs on his upper lip were signs of his pubescence, as were his thick, curly hairs, his long, swinging member and his low-hung balls. Nat could have been looking at Barry thirty years ago were it not for the gelled hair with the copper tint and the shaved, darkened sides. "Mom's going to be mad if she catches you laying on the bed with your boots on, Grandpa," observed Brett as he approached the foot of the bed. Nat figured if his daughter-in-law walked in at that moment his boots would be the least of her concerns. "Guess you'd better take them off," suggested Bobby Grabbing one boot while his twin brother grabbed the other, Brett thought back to when they were boys visiting their grandparents and how the two of them would pull off their grandfather's boots at the end of the day while he sat in the stuffed arm chair by the fireplace, and how they delighted in the aroma of the soft leather and his damp feet. Now the two of them pulled off his boots as he lay there on the bed with his cock sticking out of his Wranglers. Dropping his boots on the floor and kneeling down at the foot of the bed, they reached up and each rolled down a woollen sock, folding over the elastic band at the top and rolling the sock down over his ankle and then over his heel and on down his foot. They inhaled the earthy fragrance of his warm feet and felt their dicks begin to swell. Benny had meanwhile tackled his Grandfather's wide leather belt, undoing the large ornate buckle and unbuttoning the top button. He and his kid brother now pushed their grandfather's Wranglers down as he raised his hips, and as their older brothers reached up and pulled his jeans off, they reached up and slipped their fingers under the elastic band of his blue and white striped boxers. Slowly pushing them down, they disentangled his still erect cock and eased them down his thighs, noticing that they were wider and hairier than their father's or any of their uncles' thighs. At the same time, Bobby pulled off his Mighty Ducks T-shirt and ripped off his athletic pants. Pushing his white Stanfords the rest of the way down and kicking them off, he turned his attention back to his grandfather's cock along with his brothers. Spreading apart their grandfather's legs, Brent and Brett nuzzled between them and sticking out their long, wet tongues, they ran them over his hairy, low-hung ball sack. Delighting in the salty taste and musky fragrance of his nuts, the two boys eagerly ran their tongues under them and over them. Benny and Bobby meanwhile curled up on either side and raising themselves on their elbows, they began licking his shaft. It was thick, almost two inches in diameter, dark skinned, and thickly veined. They ran their tongues up and down it, caressing it with the tips of their tongues. They stretched his foreskin right back and holding it there, they took turns licking the sensitive skin under his knob. Bobby ran the tip of his tongue up along the groove on the underside of his cockhead, causing the first droplet of pre-cum to ooze out of the tip of the blood-engorged glans. Bobby immediately flipped the droplet up with the tip of his tongue and grinned appreciatively at his grandfather as he let Benny take a turn. Wiggling the tip of his tongue against the underside of his grandfather's glans produced another large droplet. "Fuck, Grandpa, your cock leaks as bad as Dad's does," observed Bobby as he prepared to tease out another drop. That he had inadvertently revealed a secret his father would probably have preferred he not have did not occur to the excited twelve-year-old. Neither he nor his brothers realized it, but that comment did a lot to put Nat's mind at ease. That he was laying there in the bed his son and wife had slept in getting his cock licked by his son's four oldest boys was erotic as hell, but it had also been troublesome for the seventy-five-year-old grandfather. From Bobby's comment, they had evidently done something with their father, which helped relieve his feelings of guilt. Actually, that his son and grandsons had messed around was highly erotic also and the thought resulted in another flow of pre-cum, much to the delight of his grandsons. So, he leaned back on the pillows propping him up and watched his four naked grandsons licking his balls and his twitching, leaking cock. As each of them took a turn lapping up the clear pre-cum, he felt a thrill pass up the core of his cock, quickly followed by another droplet of pre-cum for the next eager, horny boy. The sight of the streamer of clear juice extending from their tongues to the tip of his thick, throbbing cock had him aching to get off a load. The four boys resumed licking his stiff cock, running their tongues up the sides, underside and top from the hairy base to the tip of his knob. They swirled their tongues over his knob like they were licking an ice cream cone, and they ran their tongues along the rim of his cock and along the sensitive underside of his flange slowly and carefully, clearly knowing the intense stimulation that was causing. As ripples of pleasure travelled through his knob and down his shaft, he wanted to reach down and grasp his cock and jack it off, but he resisted the temptation and lay there and allowed the desire to gradually build. The four boys wanted to reach between their legs and jerk their stiff cocks also, but they also refrained and concentrated instead on bringing their grandfather off. That he was seventy-five and their grandfather did not deter them, and, in fact, it encouraged them to do their very best. It was their grandfather, whom they loved almost as much as their mom and dad, and he was elderly, and they'd always been told to be kind to the elderly and to help them. "Boys. Boys. I'm going to shoot any second now," Nat warned, his breathing deep and his voice thick and lustful. Nat inhaled and exhaled deeply as he felt the tension reach its peak in his groin and as his now tight nuts constricted, shooting their load of semen up his throbbing, madly wagging cock. It shot up into the air, arched, and felt back down, striking the flanged rim of his cockhead and dripping off it. He shot squirt after squirt rapidly one after another, forming an obscene fountain there in the middle of the bed. His four grandsons immediately began to lap up his creamy, white juice. It had been many years since Nat had come so copiously and so violently, and he lay there with his head spinning and his chest heaving as he savoured the intense pleasure. As his grandsons swiped up his thick cum with their tongues, more juice oozed out of his stiff cock and down his cockhead. His knob burned pleasantly, and the shaft throbbed with as much force as his heart was beating. He lay there and dreamily watched his naked grandsons lick his cock clean and then take turns slipping their lips over the knob and sucking the remainder of his cum out of the core of his cock. They finally sat up and grinned down at him, their lips moist with spittle and his cum. "Was that okay, Grandpa?" asked Brent. "Okay? That was fu-, fu-, fu ." "Fuck, Grandpa's got the same stutter as you, Bobby!" exclaimed Benny, and the four boys giggled. Nat chuckled. "That was fucking fantastic." He looked at one boy and then the next. "But now it's your turn to get off." "Fucking right," said Bobby gleefully. "Will you suck me, Grandpa? I love getting sucked by someone with a beard." "I'll do anything you ask," Nat responded with a smile, wondering just who with a beard had sucked his young grandson off. He did not have much time to think about it as Bobby opened up his vest and shirt and sat down on his exposed chest, covered with a thick mat of white, curly hair, and offered up his stiff, four-and-a-half-inch cocklet. Nat readily teased the tip by brushing it with his coarse, white beard. He kept his beard well trimmed and about an inch long off the chin. He rubbed it against Bobby's smooth, naked pubes, and over his nuts, causing the boy to squirm on his chest so violently he almost fell off. The twins and Benny meanwhile propped up his backside with pillows, and Benny applied his special skill to his grandfather, running his tongue up and down the man's crack and then worming it in his hairy butthole. Brent and Brett meanwhile began to caress his hairy breasts. Nat lay there amazed at how sexually aggressive his four grandsons were as his body was stimulated in all directions. Drawing Bobby up closer so the hairs in the V of his neck were tickling the boy's smooth balls, Nat slipped his lips about the boy's stiff cocklet and began to suck on it as he worked his lips up and down the length of the short but rock hard tube. As he began to blow the youngest of his grandsons, he felt the twins begin sucking on his teats. Nat kept himself physically active and in good shape, and his chest was still broad and firm, admittedly developing a bit of the flabbiness and loss of muscle tone that came with age, but still a lot firmer than most men his age. His nipples, ringed with fine white hair, quickly became hard as his two oldest grandsons fastened their lips about them and sucked on them. His middle grandson had by this time stopped rimming his asshole, and to his surprise he felt his hard, hot cockhead pressing against his hole. His fourteen-year-old grandson was intending on fucking his ass! Well, why not? He and his brothers had just finished licking him off, and he was sucking the boy's kid brother's dick. Nat pushed out with his abdominal muscles as he felt the boy pushing forward, and ever so slowly he felt his grandson's five-and- a-half inch cock penetrating him. He inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, keeping Bobby's cocklet clamped between his lips as he felt Benny sink his cock as deep up his rectum as he could. As Benny began to work his hips to and fro, Nat continued to suck on Bobby's cocklet. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of having pure sex for the sole purpose of enjoying the pleasure it brought. It had been a long time since he'd had sex with someone of his own sex simply for the pleasure it brought him and his partner, and he recalled his own youth and the many delightful hours he'd spent with his brothers and his closest buddy enjoying just such pleasure. He sucked on Bobby's cocklet eagerly and ran his tongue around the knob, causing the boy to squirm with pleasure. He opened and closed his anal sphincter as Benny worked his cock in and out of his body, and Benny sighed with the pleasure of having a hot ass pulsating about his cock and with the knowledge that his grandfather was working his rectum in time with his thrusts. Both boys knew from his actions that their grandfather was enjoying himself, and that he was experienced. The two boys were soon gasping and grunting with ecstasy as thrills of pleasure shot through their irritated cockheads. Their cocks ached with that sweet pleasure prior to ejaculation, those moments that a guy wished could last forever and which at the same time he wished would end knowing the intense pleasure of orgasm that was about to follow. Their cockheads burned and ached with that sweet pain that was no stranger to them and which they'd be experiencing for many years to come. Bobby began to jerk and buck uncontrollably as his dry climax rippled through his body, and Benny trembled at the same time as he felt his cum shoot up the core of his cock and up his grandfather's asshole. He plunged his cock deep up his grandfather's rectum and grasped him tightly as he pumped his seed up his ass. Brent and Brett immediately took their younger brother's places. Rather than sitting on his grandfather's chest, Brent straddled him, placing an elbow and a knee on either side of him and facing in the other direction, dangling his seven-inch cock above his grandfather while his grandfather's semierect cock lay before his own face. Brett meanwhile had added another pillow to the stack raising his grandfather's butthole, and was busy spitting in the palm of his hand and lubing up his own stiff cock. Nat eagerly slipped his lips about his older grandson's cock and began to suck on it as he slipped his lips over the knob, and he eagerly pushed out with his stomach muscles once more as he felt the boy's twin brother pressing the tip of his cock against his asshole. Between having just been fucked and the lube provided by Benny's cum and Brett's spittle, Nat had little difficulty accepting his older grandson's cock up his hole despite its size. Besides, Brett was no novice at this, as his grandfather quickly concluded from the ease with which he'd stuck his cock up his ass. He wondered if the boy did his brothers as he'd done and been done himself as a boy, and he figured that Brett probably had. So he continued to go down Brent's cock, slowly sliding his lips along the boy's shaft until the knob was pressing against the back of his throat. He continued raising his head, deep throating the boy much to Brent's amazement and delight. It was the first time he had ever been deep-throated and it was totally wicked. Just as he and his brothers each had a preference, so had Nat, and sucking cock was his specialty. Taking Brent in up to his hairy base, he paused and sucked hard on the thick tube pulsating between his lips and stuck down his throat, and then he slowly lowered his head. He knew his neck muscles were going to be sore tomorrow, but deep-throating his teenage grandson was worth it. Inhaling deeply, he slowly began going down his grandson again. He knew his ass was going to be sore tomorrow too as he felt Brett sink his cock up his rectum until his hairs were tickling the cord that extended between his asshole and balls. The boy paused and then slowly withdrew until his knob began to stretch open his sphincter, and then he slowly sank his cock back up Nat's hole. Nat constricted his muscles as he felt the boy withdrawing, and relaxed as he felt him easing his cock back up his ass, sliding it through his brother's cum and his own spittle and massaging Nat's prostate. Between that massage and the sucking on his dick by the boy's twin brother, Nat felt his cock becoming firm again. It had been a long time since he'd gotten an erection so soon after having come, and it was delightful. It was also clear that Brent was an expert cock sucker himself, and although the boy could not deep throat him, which was not a surprise given his cock was nine inches long, he did keep up a steady rhythm and suction as he worked his mouth up and down his rigid fuckmeat. The bedroom was once again filled with the sounds of laboured breathing as the two boys and their grandfather approached their climaxes. The two boys grunted and groaned, the one as he thrust his thick teenage meat in and out of his grandfather's asshole, and the other as his grandfather sucked him. Nat himself panted and gasped with growing arousal, sucking on his grandson's thick cock as his grandson sucked on his and his other grandson fucked his ass. Brett grasped his grandfather's hips tightly as he thrust his cock deep up his rectum and began to squirt his teenage seed, adding it to the load of cum his younger brother had deposited up his grandfather's ass. Brent trembled and tensed as he felt his cum surge up the core of his throbbing cock and down his grandfather's throat, while at the same time he felt the familiar throb just below his grandfather's knob that announced the old man's cum was surging up his cock. Brent eagerly swallowed his grandfather's cum as his grandfather swallowed his, grandfather and grandson trembling with their orgasms. Nat could not believe he had shot off a second load so soon after having shot off the first. He had not done that for many years. He trembled with the pleasure of his climax, and with the pleasure of having brought off his two teenage grandsons. As Brent and Brett gasped and groaned, he knew the immense pleasure the two teenage boys were feeling, and he was delighted that he'd been able to be the cause of that pleasure and to share in it. As they disentangled and the boys collapsed on the bed on either side of him, he closed his eyes and delighted in the warm glow that follows having fantastic sex. He was still laying there thinking about how good he was feeling when he felt a small, hot hand wrap about his cock. He slowly opened his eyes to see Bobby staring down at his limp organ as he slowly began to stroke it. He looked like a young cherub laying there on the bed with his chin in one hand and his other hand wrapped about his cock, except what he was doing was not what cherubs did. "I'm afraid you're not going to get it to rise again this morning," he advised with a smile. "No?" "Having gotten it up twice in less than an hour has been a miracle in itself," Nat observed with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well, we've been known to work miracles," responded Brett as he sat up and looked down at his grandfather. He was a distinguished looking man with his grizzled beard, bushy eyebrows and shock of white hair, looking much like you'd expect an old cowboy to look, especially with his western shirt and the beaded leather vest that he was still wearing. His breasts were sagging a bit with age and a bit of extra fat, but as was already mentioned, he kept himself physically active and his chest was still broad and firm otherwise. The thick mat of white, curly hair coating it extended down his torso and over his stomach and formed a thick white bush above his cock, which Bobby was still admiring and stroking reverently. His thighs were thick and meaty, the skin spotted with liver spots as were his arms, hands and chest. He had hairy calves and large feet, something else that seemed to run in the Brewster family. Brett looked up from his grandfather's feet at his brother, and the two boys smiled. Laying down on either side of their grandfather and in the opposite direction to him, the two boys attacked. They ran their tongues down the backs of his feet, and wormed them between his toes. They raised them and licked the soft, fleshy pads below his toes, and ran their tongues along the crevice where his toes joined his feet. They inhaled deeply and trembled with the aroma of his leather cowboy boots and the natural odour of his feet. Their cocks immediately began to swell. They swung around and each took a large toe and slipped it in his mouth and sucked on it, looking up at their grandfather seductively as they did so. Nat felt arousal begin to swell up in his loins as he glanced down at his two oldest grandsons sucking on his largest toes. Then Benny was beside him, wagging his partially-erect cock in front of him, and he could not resist. He raised himself and brushed his grizzled beard against the boy's tender cockhead and over his low- hung balls. The boy's cock quickly responded and Nat slipped his lips over it and sucked on the limp flesh, delighting in feeling it grow hard in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the knob, teasing it and causing Benny to jerk with arousal and hastening the swelling of his sensitive organ. The boys were young and full of piss and vinegar and he was not surprised that they were randy and eager for another bout of sex. He could at least bring them off another time. As Nat lay back down, Benny squatted above his head, offering him his nuts and his now erect cock. Nat drew the boy down on his face and slipped his lips about the boys balls and sucked on one and then the other. He felt the twins swing around again and lay down beside him, again in the opposite direction, and as one continued to suck his toes and worm his tongue between them, the other began to caress his asshole with his fingertip. Bobby was not giving up and was still gently caressing and coaxing his still semierect cock. Benny raised himself so he was kneeling above his grandfather, who reached up and bent his stiff dick down and toward his mouth. Nat raised his head and slipped his lips over the boy's cock, ignoring the fact that it had earlier been up his asshole, and began to suck on it. At the same time he reached to his sides, and finding his two grandsons, felt down their naked, inverted bodies until he found their cocks, and wrapping his hands about them, he began to stroke them. The two boys continued to arouse him, the one sucking on his feet and the other finger fucking his ass. Bobby bent over and began to lick his grandfather's cock once again. To Nat's amazement and delight, he felt his cock responding to the challenge and slowly rising. He bobbed his head up and down Benny's five-and-a-half- inch cock, easily accommodating it in his mouth. He worked his fingers up and down the two stiff cocks of his oldest grandsons, slowly wanking them off as they sucked on his toes and fiddled with his asshole. His own cock was once again fully erect, and as he felt something firm and hot slipping down over the tip he paused in sucking Benny and looked down his prone body to see Bobby squatting over his cock with the tip firmly wedged up his asshole. Nat was about to advise his grandson that what he was attempting to do was going to be impossible, and that he could do himself serious injury attempting what he was trying to attempt, when he felt the boy's sphincter continue to stretch as the boy slowly lowered himself. Before he could suggest the boy had better stop, he felt the boy's sphincter snap closed below his knob. Having gotten the widest part of his cock up his rectum, the rest followed easily. Nat could not believe it as the twelve-year-old slowly sank on his cock until he was fully embedded up the boy's ass. He had known many men who could not take his nine inches of fuckmeat. With a wide, happy grin, Bobby began to ride his grandfather's thick, nine-inch cock, his own cocklet sticking straight up in the air with arousal. Nat resumed sucking off his fourteen-year-old grandson while he continued wanking his two brothers. Brent and Brett sucked on the man's toes eagerly as he pumped his fist up and down their shafts, slowly bringing them to that peak of ecstasy once again. Benny squirmed with pleasure as he felt the pressure developing in his loins, and Bobby began to bounce excitedly and irregularly as he felt his orgasm approaching. The five of them worked desperately and eagerly toward their orgasms once again. Bobby was the first to come, and he gasped and groaned as his cock ached with that sweet pain and he opened and closed his peehole in a desperate but futile attempt to squirt. Brent and Brett were next, spraying their grandfather's body with their teenage semen as they shot rope after rope of cum into the air and quivered with the ecstasy of their climax. Benny quickly followed, shooting his sperm now in his grandfather's mouth after having shot his previous load up his grandfather's ass. Nat could not believe it as he felt his balls draw up tight under his thick cock and he once again felt the familiar thrill of having his cum gushing up his cock. He filled his young twelve-year-old grandson's rectum with his seed as the boy happily rode up and down on his pulsating cock. Closing his eyes, Nat inhaled and exhaled deeply, relishing the pleasure of his climax, his body streaked with the hot streamers of his two teenage grandsons and his mouth puckered with the tart load of their fourteen-year-old brother. This had been one hell of a morning. "Nat? Nat?" "Hmm," he responded foggily, his thoughts of the morning interrupted. "Nat, that is your third hamburger," observed his wife as he began putting the fixings on his burger. The three families, the Brewsters, Campbells and McGregors, had driven out to Sundance Creek Canyon for a picnic lunch. "I haven't seen you eat that much in years." "Yes, I do seem to have worked up an appetite this morning," he said with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at his grandsons. "Well, one thing is fir shair, this mountain air hasnae hurt ma appetite any," observed Grandfather Campbell. "This is grand place." Everyone agreed with his observation. "It looks like it will be a nice afternoon for our boat ride," observed Jeffery Brewster. He and his family, his brothers Barry, Cory and James along with Romano and Giovanni, his parents, his sister Tammy and her family, and Gordie McGregor and his brothers had all decided to take the boat trip around Lake Minnewanka that afternoon. Grandmother Campbell, along with her daughters Martha and Brenda and her daughter-in-law Edna and twin granddaughters, was returning to Banff to do some shopping as they'd be flying out the next morning. Her son Alexander and his boys and her son Malcolm were planning on going hiking up Sulphur Mountain. Saying that for an ex-fisherman the boat trip around the lake was not high on his list, and that he'd never keep up with his sons and grandsons, Grandfather Campbell chose to take a more leisurely walk around the fen marsh on the edge of the town. Barry's sons, having gone on the boat trip many times in the past and having had their fill of hiking, and this being their last opportunity to spend some time with their other grandfather, opted to go with him. And so the families split up for their last afternoon in the mountain national park. After the marsh walk the boys and their grandfather had walked on, taking a gentle trail that had led them away from the town to a viewpoint that looked out across a meadow and toward the range of peaks to the north and west. One of them beyond Mount Norquay they knew was named Mount Brewster after their ancestors. "Well," observed Grandfather Campbell as he sat down to rest, "Ah can understand why yer great-grandfaither and his brar wid prefer tae tak guided tours intae these parts rather than tend tae dairy cattle." "Oh yeah," agreed Brent and his brothers as they looked out at the mountains. "They sound a lot like my grandfaither Bruce and his three brars. They too enjoyed exploring the wilderness and camping oot under the stars, though in thir case instead ay mountains it wis the open sea and the uncharted islands ay the Hebrides." The five of them sat there thinking of their ancestors, the preteens Jim and Bill Brewster taking pack trains of men and boys into the mountains, the four young Campbells camping out under the stars on some rugged island coastline, their kilts blowing in the sea breeze. They imagined what else their great-grandfather and brother might have done with their guests on those lonely summer nights in the mountains, and what the four Campbell brothers might have done on those secluded islands. Bobby was the first to notice, and nudging his brothers, he nodded to the movement of his grandfather's kilt. The boys exchanged grins. There was no breeze. "What you thinking about, Grandpa?" "My grandfaither and his brars when they were boys." "Doing what?" "Oot sailing and exploring." "And?" "That's aw." "You know the story about Pinnochio, Grandpa?" asked Benny. "Of course." "Guess for the Campbells it is something else that grows," observed Benny, grinning at his grandfather's crotch. Duncan Campbell glanced down at his groin and then at his four grandsons and began to grow red. Flustered, he didn't know what to say. Benny's inference that he'd lied bordered on insolence, but the boy was right in a way. He had not answered his question totally truthfully. The boys also knew, or at least suspected, his physical predicament, which was particularly embarrassing considering they were his grandsons. Then Bobby giggled, followed by the twins, and he had to chuckle along with them, the laughter of young boys being contagious. "It wisnae a lie. I jist didnae say what they were exploring," he said slyly with a twinkle in his own blue-green eyes. "Bet they had a lot of fun . . . exploring," observed Brett, pausing to accent the last word. "We love exploring," said Bobby forthrightly, knowing immediately what his brother was inferring. "Well, I imagine a lot of brars dae," Duncan Campbell observed cautiously. He had not expected any of the boys to know what he'd meant by exploring, and had only said it thinking the comment would get him off the hook. Brett's quick pick up on the word had caught him by surprise, but even from the way the boy had said it, he could not be sure his grandson was thinking the same thing as he was. "I bet Jim and Bill Brewster liked exploring too, with each other, and with the men they took out into the mountains," observed Brent, following the same thinking as his brother. "If we'd been them we sure would have," Brett said, looking at his grandfather suggestively. "Ye wid explore wi men?" his grandfather asked, trying to determine if the boy was really thinking what he thought he was. He knew the younger generation was a lot more knowledgeable and open than that of their parents, and certainly more than his, but he had not expected boys their age to be so aware. "Sure, we've explored with lots of men," observed Benny, having caught on quickly to the double meaning of explore. "Oh yeah," agreed his kid brother, "it's lots of fun to explore with men. You wear your kilt military style, Grandpa?" "How dae ye ken thit phrase?" Duncan asked in double surprise, surprised the boy knew the phrase, and even more surprised he'd put the context of exploring with men in the same context as a man wearing nothing under his kilt. "From Gordie when he visited us. He wore his military style." "And how dae ye ken he did?" "We did some exploring," Bobby said with a giggle and a twinkle in his eyes, causing his three brothers to giggle also. "So do you?" asked Benny. His grandfather hesitated, uncertain how to respond. He had already been caught once for not telling the entire truth. "We could explore and find out," suggested Brett as he moved in, his brothers quickly closing in with him. Bobby, always the brashest and more daring of the four, slipped his hand under his grandfather's kilt. "You do," he said with an impish grin, having been too quick for his grandfather to stop him. "Oh yeah?" asked his brothers, and as one the three slipped their hands under the old gentleman's kilt too. Brent and Brett groped his buns and ran their fingers up his crack. Benny cupped his grandfather's hairy balls. "Now boys," their grandfather protested, trying unsuccessfully to remove their hands. "Thit's nae something boys should be daein wi a mon, especially wi their grandfaither." "But we like exploring," protested Benny. "And you seem to like being explored," added Bobby, his hand still wrapped about his grandfather's swelling organ. "Well, Ah might be seventy-seven, but Ah am still a mon," Duncan responded. "Yeah? Let's see," suggested Brett with a grin. Spotting a fallen log nearby, the boys backed their grandfather over to it. He protested, but not so strong as to deter the boys. As he sat down on the broad, moss-covered trunk, the four boys eased him down on his back and raised his kilt to reveal a long, fat, circumcised cock. "Wicked!" "Oh yeah, like it's sweet!" Duncan Campbell knew he should have stopped the boys, but he also knew that a man half his age would have had difficulty holding his ground against five boys with such friskiness. Duncan Campbell also was not all that motivated to stop them. The boys' comments and looks of admiration reminded him of many pleasant afternoons in a favourite secluded alcove where he and his four brothers wiled away the hours with such games. His cock began to swell faster. "Looks like you're really enjoying being explored, Grandpa," Brett observed. "It wid also appear thit ye boys are enjoying daein the exploring," the old man countered as he looked at his grandsons' swelling crotches. It being a nice day, all four boys were wearing short sleeved olive camouflage shirts and matching cotton twill shorts with mock flies. All four were clearly bulging out. "Course. You're one of our two most favourite grandpas," observed Brent. "Oh yeah, fir shair," his brothers chorused. "Well from the size ay those bulges, yir either enjoying it very much, or ye boys are hung like wee hoarses." "Guess it's only fair we let you see ours since you've let us see yours," observed Bobby, seizing the opportunity and readily pushing down his shorts and underwear at the same time. Duncan Campbell had not meant it to be an invitation, but as Bobby's brothers quickly followed his example, he did not object. As his youngest grandson had said, fair was fair. Stepping out of his shorts and underwear, Bobby stepped up so his grandfather could have a good look. Actually, he was close enough that his grandfather could reach out and take his erect cock, but to his disappointment his grandfather didn't seize the opportunity as he would have. "Thit is a nice size fir a boy sae young," Duncan observed, seeing no wrong in looking at the boy's cock, the boy having willingly exposed himself for him. "But I can't shoot yet," Bobby advised dejectedly. "I widnae let thit worra ye," Duncan observed. "Ah wis slow too, but it didnae stop me from enjoying a good wank, or my brars from wantin' to wank and suck it." "Hasn't stopped my brothers either," Bobby said with a grin as he glanced at his brothers. "What did you and your brothers do with each other?" asked Benny, drawing his grandfather's attention to him, and to his stiff teenage cock and balls. "We did everything under the sun," Duncan replied, recalling the fun they'd had, "and our favourite was daein it in a special alcove where we really could dae it under the sun." "And what did you like doing best?" asked Brent. Duncan smiled as he thought of the answer and his cock raised up in the air, to the amusement of the boys and causing him to smile. "Well?" urged Brett. The old Scotchman looked from one boy to another. The five of them had already exposed themselves to each other, and they were all erect. "One ay my favourites was being the centre ay a sandwich between two ay my brars sae thit when Ah moved forward I was screwing one up the arse while gittin' screwed by the one behind me, and while I wis daein sae my other two brars stood in front ay me sae Ah could suck them off." "Wicked," observed Brett. "I get nibs on Grandpa's arse," said Benny. "I get to be the bottom of the sandwich," quickly claimed Bobby. "Then I guess that leaves us to get sucked," observed Brent and Brett together. "Looks like Ah'll be having quite a mouthful," observed Duncan as he eyed the impressive erections his two oldest grandsons were sporting. "If you suck long enough you will," observed Bobby, and they chuckled as they helped their grandfather off the log and lay down on the ground. "Ah dinnae know," he observed, looking down at Bobby laying on his stomach on the forest floor and waiting eagerly. "As inviting as yer young arse is, Ah'm afraid Ah'm gaun tae be too big fir ye laddie. I dinnae want tae be hurtin' ye." "Hey, Bobby's had his ass fucked by plenty of guys," observed Benny. Duncan was relieved to hear that he was not going to be the one responsible for corrupting his grandson, but he was also disappointed in a way that he was not going to be the one to be taking his young grandson's prune. "Yeah, no problem, Grandpa." "Ah dinnae know. Ah wish Ah at least had some lube," Duncan said, eying the boy's soft, compact backside and feeling a familiar lust that he hadn't satisfied with such a young boy for many years. "Hey, no problem," observed Brent, picking up his camouflage shorts. Fishing around in the pocket, he pulled out a small tube of KY. Duncan looked at it, and then up at his grinning sixteen- year-old grandson. Why the boy was packing a tube of lubricant in his pocket Duncan decided was best left unasked. Again, the boy's preparedness made him feel a lot better about what he was about to do with the four boys. "Ah suppose ye huv a pack of condoms in thair too," he joked. "Actually, I do," said Brent. "A guy should never leave home without them," Benny observed with a twinkle in his hazel eyes. He wondered if his grandfather was familiar with the old television ad he'd revised. "We can use them if you want," said Brett, "but it isn't necessary for us. We're clean. But if you ." "Thit is nae problem," Duncan observed with a smile. "At my age promiscuity is nae exactly a lifestyle choice." "Cool," Bobby said with a wide grin as he smiled up at the impressive cock sticking out from under his grandfather's grey bush. It was shorter than their Grandfather Brewster's by about an inch, but it was much fatter. He was circumcised, and the knob was more bulb-like than mushroom-shaped. Applying a streak of KY along the top of his upright organ, Duncan smeared it over the knob and shaft, and then turning to Benny, he coated the boy's much smaller but still impressive teenage dick with the lube. Kneeling down between Bobby's outspread legs, he inserted his three middle fingers one at a time up the boy's rectum to wipe them off. Holding his thick, greased organ by the base, he placed the rounded tip against Bobby's asshole, and the preteen boy quickly relaxed and pushed outward with his body to open his sphincter. Duncan observed his reaction, which confirmed the comments the boys had made about their youngest brother's experience. As Duncan slowly pressed forward, he felt Bobby push back, and he had to smile at the boy's eagerness. Despite the thickness of his salami, his experience, that of his twelve-year-old grandson, and the lube all helped to make his penetration relatively effortless and painless. In spite of Bobby's experience, which would have shocked even someone as open-minded and as experienced himself as his grandfather, his young asshole was tight, and it had been rare to have a cock the thickness of his grandfather's up it. As Duncan sighed with the pleasure of having a young boy's hot, tight ass clutching his erect cock, Bobby sighed with the pleasure of having a man's hard, thick cock wedged up his ass until his curly hairs were pressing against his naked backside. Instructing Benny to straddle the two of them and to place the tip of his lubed cock against his asshole and then support himself by bending forward and grasping his upper torso, Duncan slowly eased backward. Having fucked plenty of assholes in a variety of positions, Benny adjusted his position as his grandfather began to push back. At the same time Duncan pushed out with his abdominal muscles to open his asshole as he back up on his second oldest grandson's stiff cock. Again, the lube and the experience of the fourteen-year-old boy and his seventy-seven-year-old grandfather resulted in a comparatively effortless union. Continuing to draw back, Duncan advised Benny to shuffle back a bit further so that when he began to fuck he'd get maximum distance in his strokes. Of course the young boy asked what he meant by that, and his grandfather explained that when they got in the right positions, he'd be able to back up on Benny until he had Benny embedded up his ass as far as he could without pulling out of Bobby, and when he pushed forward he'd be able to sink up Bobby's ass to the hilt without pulling off of Benny's dick. As the three adjusted their positions, Benny added the technique to his already vast store of knowledge. Duncan slowly eased his hips forward, sinking up Bobby's rectum until his hairs were pressing against the boy's backside and the tip of his eight-inch dick was probing Bobby's depths and Benny's flanged knob was pressing against his grandfather's sphincter from the inside. Then as he drew back, Duncan's cockhead eased five inches back out his youngest grandson's ass while his other grandson's cock was embedded up his asshole as far as it could extend. Straddling his four-foot-nine, ninety pound grandson with a knee and elbow on either side of his slight body, the old seaman told his two oldest grandsons to kneel down before him. Uncertain what he was intending, the two did so, and following his instructions, they knelt side by side in front of him. Pressing their dickheads together, they grinned at each other, and watched with surprise and delight as the man opened his mouth wide and slipped his lips over both of their knobs. He paused for a moment to get accustomed to having the two large teenage dickheads in his mouth, and then clamping his lips tight behind the knobs he slowly inhaled and exhaled experimentally. The musky fragrance of their teenage balls caused his mouth to begin watering. Sucking on the two fleshy tubes in his mouth, Duncan once again drew his hips back, easing his cock out of his youngest grandson and packing up on his second oldest. Exhaling with a shudder of delight, he eased his hips forward, sinking his cock up Bobby's ass as Benny's cock eased out of his and as he sucked on the twins' cocks. With memories of his boyhood flashing through his mind, he worked his hips to and fro slowly and sucked contentedly on the two teenage cocks in his mouth there in the secluded grove of pine and poplar, the thick carpet of moss and pink campion cushioning his knees and elbows. The aches and pains of his joints were forgotten as his blood throbbed through his cock and pleasure assaulted his mind. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, the fresh air of the forest and spicy fragrance of pine and crushed moss combining with the fragrance of sweating balls and rutting teenagers. His thick, throbbing cock sent ripples of pleasure through his groin and the burning of the rim of his bulb sent a pleasant ache through the fleshy bulb of his cock. The old seaman's asshole burned pleasantly as he rode his fourteen-year-old grandson's cock, and ripples of pleasure passed through his groin as the boy's knob caressed his prostate with each forward and backward movement. His spittle filled his mouth and drenched the two cocks in his mouth, flavoring it with the meaty taste of the two blood-engorged knobs before he swallowed it. He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth there in the Rocky Mountain park and delighted in the multiple pleasures pulsating through his body. Bobby wiggled and sighed and opened and closed his sphincter in time with his grandfather's thrusts and withdrawals, delighting in the stimulation of his asshole and his prostate and the burning desire lining his rectum as the man's thick shaft stretched it farther than he'd ever had it stretched. Benny grasped the weathered, leathery skin of his grandfather's upper torso as his grandfather rode his stiff, aching cock, and he half-closed his eyes in the pleasure of his grandfather's hot, moist asshole massaging his teenage organ. Brent and Brett smiled as they saw the look of pleasure on their younger brother's face, and they grinned at each other as they wrapped an arm about each other's shoulder and another about each other's waist as their grandfather sucked the two of them off, his spittle drenching their cockheads. They dicks ached with that sweet pain all boys know whether it be caused by their own hands or by some act with another boy as their grandfather's tongue swirled over the rims of their knobs. Duncan was the first to come, his thick cock throbbing out his cum with a violent, wonderful blast. Despite his age, he shot a load that any of his grandsons would be envious of, and Bobby squirmed as he felt his grandfather's hot seed squirt up his rectum. He quivered with his own orgasm, his young body twitching and jerking uncontrollably as that sweet pain of a young boy's dry climax ripped through his naked body. Knowing his grandfather and kid brother were climaxing, Benny threw back his head and grasped his grandfather's body tightly as his own nuts contracted and he shot his teenage cum up his grandfather's tight, moist asshole. He gasped and groaned with delight as the ripples of climax pulsated through his cock and his groin. His two older brothers inhaled deeply and licked their lips as they felt the tension in their loins reach the peak and the surge of cum race up the core of their long, aching cocks. Their peeholes opened wide and burned with the pleasure of their hot teenage cum spurting out of them. The boy's hot teenage juice filled their grandfather's mouth, the double fountain being too much for him to swallow it all. It oozed out from the corners of his mouth and oozed down around his chin where it hung in long, pearly pendants, and it oozed out from his puckered lips to form a cum curtain hanging from his thick, sweeping moustache. The five of them inhaled and exhaled deeply, sounding like rutting animals there in the forest as they sighed and trembled with the pleasure of their orgasms, and with the pleasure of knowing they'd brought as much pleasure as they'd received. The four boys gasped with the physical pleasure that despite their vast experiences was still comparatively new to them considering the long life ahead of them, and they felt a warmth of satisfaction knowing they'd brought their grandfather pleasure fourfold. Duncan sighed with satisfaction also, knowing that he'd brought his four grandsons off, and that he was the cause of that unique and delightful pleasure that only boys and men can know. They lay there and enjoyed the sweet bliss that follows sex, their bodies warmed by the mountain sun. As Duncan lay there, he felt no regrets for what he'd done despite the fact the four boys were his grandsons, and despite the fact he was five times their age. They had found pleasure with each other, and had pleased each other, and age and relationship was meaningless. At least it was for Duncan Campbell, and he hoped it was also true for his four grandsons. As if reading his mind, Brent and Brett reached over at the same time and ran their hands over his round stomach that had years ago lost its flatness, but which never had become flabby, the old man keeping physically active all his life right to that very moment. Their fingers caressed his stomach and twirled his grey hairs, the light brown generously streaked with white. Benny and Bobby similarly caressed the weathered skin of his chest and twirled the grey hairs covering his chest. Unlike the hair of his moustache and mutton chops which had turned snow white, the curly hair on chest, stomach, arms and legs were still mainly brown with the interspersing of white strands. His thinly haired, almost bald dome glistened with sweat. Brent cupped his hairy balls and rolled the eggs inside the loose skin, and Brett slipped his fingers about the limp cock that had been up his kid brother's ass and stroked it. As the twins played with their grandfather's organs, his cock began to swell, and their own teenage cocks quickly responded in like. Bobby and Benny caressed their grandfather's nipples, causing them to become firm and to burn with irritation and desire. As Bobby sucked on one of them, Benny reached up and stroked his grandfather's bald pate and ran his fingers through the silky, fine hairs on the sides and back. Reaching out for the two youngest boys, Duncan cupped their low-hung balls and rolled the eggs in their loose, sweaty sacks. He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled their wild fragrance, and motioning for the boys to kneel on either side of him, he reached up and slipping his fingers about their swelling organs, he pulled the two boys closer until they were bent over him and their limp cocks were lined up with each other. He brushed them with the fine, long hairs of his moustache, the cum from the twins smearing over them. He wiped off Benny's cock, and then drawing the boys close to him again, he slipped his lips over their two cocklets. After having gone down on the much fatter cocks of their two older brothers, he had no difficulty slipping both cockheads in his mouth. At the same time Brent and Brett had wiped off their grandfather's cock and were now kissing and licking it, causing it to quickly respond to their attention. Their long, blond hair fell over his loins, causing him to swell even faster. Sticking out their tongues, they ran them over the man's low-hung balls and then up the shaft of his limp cock. It immediately began to respond. They licked the limp tube as it stirred, running their tongues up the shaft and curling around the exposed knob, sending thrills of arousal through his cock and groin, much to his delight. With the attack of the four horny young boys, it was not long before they were all hard and aching to get off another load, and to Duncan's delight he was not that far behind them. So the twins nibbled on his nuts and ran their tongues up and down his shaft and licked the bulb in turns, one tongue swirling around it and the second tongue following it seconds later. Duncan sucked on the two hard cocks in his mouth, Bobby's four-and-a- half inch dick and Benny's five-and-a-half lined up together and both being sucked and licked at the same time. Once again the five of them became stiff and began to grunt and groan with pleasure, sounding Bobby would claim later, like the moose they'd attracted back to town. Gradually their peaks approached until once again the five spasmed. Duncan's cock fountained and the twins immediately lapped up his once again copious and thick cum. At the same time their own cocks reacted to the eroticism of the two boys sucking off their grandfather, and the two boys blasted out loads which sprayed the moss and pink campion flowers. Bobby and Benny climaxed also, Benny's young copious cum filling Duncan's mouth and basting Bobby's cock at the same time. Bobby quivered with his dry orgasm and wondered if having his cock based with teenage cum might not hasten the growth of hairs which he was patiently waiting for as a sign he was a man like his brothers. Duncan sucked deeply on the two hot, throbbing cocks of the two youngest Brewsters, savoring the taste of boy cream which had spurted from Benny's cock and delighting in sucking on the stiff little dicklet of twelve-year-old Bobby. Once again the five lay there in the hot afternoon sun. For Duncan, having come twice in such a short period of time was nothing less than a miracle, and he counted his blessings as he lay there. To his surprise, as he lay there recouping, he felt a hot hand slip along his stomach and five fingers slip around his limp cock. Not wanting to disappoint whoever it was that was stroking his limp cock with the news that at his age it would take a miracle to get him up again, Duncan chose instead to lay there and savor the moment. A second hand joined the first, this one tugging on the loose skin of his nut sack and caressing the tender eggs inside. As he spread apart his legs to give the hand better access to his nuts, a third joined the first two, a single digit running along the crack of his ass and fingering his butthole. A fourth twirled his pubic hairs and ran along the rim of his bulb while the first traced the blue vein running up the underside of his cock with a single finger. He did not have to open his eyes to know each hand belonged to a different boy, and he lay there and enjoyed being caressed and teased by the four youngsters. His cock began to fill with blood but did not rise. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, wondering what the boys were thinking, wondering what would have prompted them to even consider sex with a man, and especially a man of his age. He slowly opened his eyes and he smiled at the sight of his four grandsons intently studying his groin as they stroked and caressed him. He was far from erect, but all four boys were once again fully extended. "Ye boys ready tae git oaf again?" he asked with bemusement. "Fuck yeah," said Bobby with a grin. He glanced at one boy to the next. "Ye boys ken what is meant by double fucking?" The four glanced at each other, and then the three looked at Benny. "I don't think so," the fourteen-year-old responded for the four of them. "What is it?" Duncan looked at the four boys once again. Asking for the tube of KY, he instructed Brent to lay on his back on the ground. Lubing up the boy's stiff cock, he then turned to his twin brother and lubed it up before sticking his fingers one at a time, and then all three together, up his ass. He worked them in and out of his hole a few times, stretching his sphincter and wiping the lube off inside his rectum. Straddling Brent on his knees and elbows so that he was facing him, he told the boy to guide his cock as he backed up on him. The boys watched with growing arousal as their brother's long, slender cock slowly disappeared up their grandfather's asshole. He then instructed Brett to kneel down between his brother's legs and to lower his body so that his cock was lined up along the underside of his brother's with his knob resting above his brother's balls. Instructing Bobby and Benny to each grasp an asscheek and to pull his cheeks apart and up and for Brett to ease his cock forward along the underside of his brother's and to wedge the tip in his hole, Duncan strained to open his sphincter wide as the three boys did as they were instructed. Pulling their grandfather's asscheeks apart and up, they stretched open his hole enough that Brett was able to wedge the tip of his cock in the opening. Certain that what their grandfather was suggesting was totally impossible, the boys continued to pull on his asscheeks as Brett continued to push forward. The lube, their grandfather having been previously fucked, and his sixteen-year-old grandson's horniness and rock-hard teenage cock proved them wrong. Ever so slowly Brett's dickhead stretched open their grandfather's sphincter, much to the amazement of the four boys, and much to their grandfather's delight. Ever so slowly Brett's teenage cock pressed forward, his lust and his youth giving him the strength and negating the pain of wedging that most sensitive part of his body up the tight opening already stuffed by his twin brother's cock. A fraction at a time the teenager pushed his cock into the already occupied hole, sliding his dickhead along the underside of his twin brother's lubed cock. Duncan had done this many times as a youth with his brothers, and to a lesser degree with some of his shipmates over the subsequent years. He knew it was difficult, and could be painful. He also knew if you were young and eager enough it could be done. Ever so slowly his sphincter stretched, Brett's slope head ever so gradually easing into his hole until the bulb popped inside and the elderly man's sphincter snapped shut behind the bulb. Gasping and panting for breath, Brett paused to compose himself, and to dampen his desire to satisfy the itch surrounding the bulb of his cock. Then, fraction by fraction, he continued, sliding his cock along the underside of his brother's cock and joining it up his grandfather's hole. Half kneeling and half laying, his weight on his grandfather's back as he grasped the man's upper torso, he pushed his cock forward as far as he could. Again he paused to catch his breath, and to allow the stimulation of his cockhead, and the eroticism of having his cock up his grandfather's asshole along with his brother's cock, to subside. Bobby and Benny were beside themselves. Never had they heard of such a thing, never mind witness it. They sat back and slowly began to stroke themselves as they watched their two older brothers begin to double fuck their grandfather. Lifting himself off Brent and thus giving him some room to move, Duncan Campbell quivered with arousal as he concentrated on the sensation of having two long, slender cocks stuffed up his asshole. That was erotic enough, but that the two cocks were those of his grandsons, and were identical, made it triply erotic. Placing his hands flat on the ground, Brent pushed up with his hips, lifting them off the ground and easing his cock into his grandfather, and then lowering his hips and slowly easing it out, being able to barely move more than an inch or two. Above him, Brett more easily worked his cock in and out of his grandfather's hole, sliding it along the underside of his twin brother's cock. He was fucking his grandfather, but in a sense he was fucking Brent too. It was an awesome feeling. The two brothers gasped and panted openly as they double fucked their grandfather, their slender cocks buried up his asshole, Brent working his in and out under his brother's, and Brett easing his in and out on top of Brent's. It was wickedly tight both being up their grandfather's hole, and it was wicked feeling their cocks rubbing against each other. Being double stuffed, and having his prostate once again massaged, Duncan found he was not just erect for the third time, but on his way to an orgasm. He could not believe it, and he looked down at the flushed face of his grandson beneath him, his blue eyes moist and his long, blond lashes fluttering as a smile of pleasure curled his lips as he looked up into his grandfather's eyes. Duncan could feel the boy's twin brother's hot breath blowing against his neck as the boy did most of the fucking, easing his teenage cock in and out of his hole and massaging his twin brother's cock with his at the same time. Benny and Bobby were jacking off furiously as they watched their two older brothers screwing their grandfather, their moist lips parted as they stared at the erotic scene before them. Between grunts and deep breaths, Brent and Brett announced they were about to shoot, and the idea of both of them shooting off together up their grandfather was too much for Bobby and Benny. As the twelve-year-old spasmed with his third dry orgasm, Benny shot his third load, this time shooting it into the air to land on the forest floor to join that previously dropped by his twin brothers. With a groan and a whimper, Brent and Brett both announced they were coming, and the two sixteen-year-old boys trembled as their cocks throbbed up their grandfather's hot, moist hole and against each other as their teen cum gushed up the core of their cocks and up their grandfather's rectum. Being filled with hot teen cum from his two grandsons brought Duncan over the edge, and as his rectum was being filled he sprayed his load over the smooth body of his grandson laying under him. The five trembled and gasped with their climaxes, their heads spinning and their itching, irritated cockheads sending sharp pangs of pleasure through their glans. With their hard cocks throbbing furiously, they lay there with open mouths and glazed eyes as they experienced once again the marvel of orgasm. Brent and Brett gasped for breath, their teenage cocks still buried up their grandfather's ass. Benny and Bobby stared at the three and were already imagining what it was going to be like trying it, as the double fuckers, and as the one being double fucked. Duncan's chest rose and fell and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt totally satiated. As his grandsons would say, it had been sweet. It was a long time before the five of them got up and got dressed. "Boys? Boys?" "Hmmm?" "We're about ready to land." "Hmmmm." The four boys looked about dreamily as the airplane began to descend. The flight home had gone by quickly, most of it spent recalling the weekend they'd just spent. Their revenge against TJ and Ralph had been perfect, even better than they had imagined it might be. And it was not over. Unbeknownst to any of the boys, they had arranged with Giovanni to secretly record the weekend with his digital camera. Meeting up with Gordie again and meeting their new cousins from Scotland had been awesome. Gordie and his two brothers were returning to Crestview Heights with them to finish their surprise holiday prize, which meant the next four days were going to be fucking awesome too. As for their other Scottish cousins, they had swapped email addresses, and before they had left Grandpa Campbell had made some serious suggestions that Brenda and her family should spend some holiday time in Scotland. Spending a holiday with their cousins in a country filled with men and boys in kilts had the minds of the four Brewster brothers dreaming up all kinds of adventures. The highlight of their weekend had been the Sunday with their two grandparents. Grandpa Nat had invited them to spend some of their summer with him in Banff and the four boys knew from the look on his face that the holiday would be including some men-only pack trips up into the mountains. They also knew that if they did go to Scotland, Grandpa Campbell would be sure to be taking them out to some of those secluded islands he visited as a boy with his brothers, and that they'd be doing more than sightseeing. Slipping their hands under the airline booklets in their laps to rearrange things that had come up and to give their dicks a few last tugs, the four boys thought about the fun they'd had with their Grandfather Brewster in the log four poster bed, and the fun they'd had with their Grandpa Campbell in the forest that afternoon. Grandsons should spend time with their grandfathers so they could get to know each other, learning about the past and talking about the future. Mind you, when Marian McQuade had campaigned for a special day for grandparents in September to signify the autumn years of life and to provide an opportunity for intergenerational interaction and to show a spirit of love and respect for one's elders, she would not have expected the type of interaction and love that had occurred the autumn of 2002 in the scenic mountain town of Banff, but then Marian McQuade never had the privilege of meeting the Brewster brothers.