Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2021 00:45:41 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me - Part 5 Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me – Part 5 Gay, incest, grandfather, grandson If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * When we'd both had enough sun. we picked up our towels and went back to the cabin. We made ourselves some lunch, ate it at the table naked, then I took Grandad into the bathroom to shave his back for him. It didn't take too long but it was an intimate act that gave me an idea. As I was wiping down his back with a wet washcloth I said, "You know Grandad, there are other areas I could shave." He turned and said, "I don't want to shave my chest. The last time I had it done, I didn't like the way it looked or felt." "I wasn't talking about your chest. Have you ever shaved your balls?" That's when Dad interrupted me... "Wait, Jack! You asked my dad if he'd ever shaved his balls?" "Yeah, I did... because I shave mine." "You do?!" He asked, looking completely shocked. It was hilarious, but I didn't show any signs that I was laughing on the inside. "Yeah, I do. Now are you gonna let me finish my story?" "Go ahead," he said reluctantly. "As I was saying..." Grandad answered, "No I haven't. Why?" "Because I do and they feel great shaved. Wanna feel?" Before he could accept or decline my offer I took his hand and put them under my balls. He felt them and said, "They are smooth, but..." "Shaving your balls makes them super sensitive too." "Hmmm," was the only answer he gave so I added, "It also make your dick look bigger." "Really?" That got his attention. "Yeah. I have to cut the long hair first so maybe once you see how it looks, then you can make your decision." "Okay." I took the scissors out of my kit, sat on a towel on the floor and then began to trim the hair on his balls and around the shaft. Once I was finished, I asked him to look in the mirror. He took his time admiring my handiwork then announced, "Go ahead, Jack. Go all the way." I covered his balls and shaft with shave gel then began to shave him. His cock got hard from all the touching and moving around I was doing, which got me hard too. Once I was finished, I wiped him off with a washcloth and asked him how he liked it. "It's pretty amazing. My dick does look longer." Then I ran my fingers back and forth under his balls. "And how do they feel?" He shivered a little so I knew they were as sensitive as I'd told him they would be. It helps to use a menthol shave gel (wink, wink). "They feel pretty great." "You know... it'd be a shame to waist a couple of gorgeous hardons like these." He looked at me and asked, "What are you saying, Jack?" I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to move it up and down. "I'm saying, Grandad, that we can help each other out. Why don't you wrap that big hand of yours around my shaft and do to me what I'm doing to you?" I could see that he was trying to decide, but the way my hand felt as it moved up and down his prick while grazing the head on the upswing made his mind up for him. He reached out and took my hard cock in his and began to mimic my moves. I took my free hand and pinched his nipple. His eyes rolled back in head which told me he was really getting into and maybe even close to coming, so I turned up the heat. "It's okay to blow your wad, Grandad. I wanna see you come." His breathing sped up and so did his hand on my own stiff prick. I raced to match him stroke for stroke until I couldn't hold back any longer. "Ah fuck... I'm coming!" I cried out as the first spurt of cum erupted from my slit. "Me toooo!" Grandad groaned, shooting his first rope of creamy cum straight up. He bucked as he shot more and so did I. Once we were spent, I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder. I was the first to recover enough to speak, "Damn that was hot, Grandad." He chuckled and said, "I have to agree with you, grandson." Both our hands were covered in each other's jizz and I wanted to taste his cum so badly, but I restrained myself. Instead, I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips. A strange look came over his face, but then it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. I pulled back and apologized. "I'm sorry, Grandad, I guess I got carried away." He nodded and said, "No harm done. Let's get cleaned up. I'm kind of tired. I think I could use a nap." I washed his cum off my hand as he did the same with his own. We shared a towel to dry them. He was just about to scoot by me, so I asked, "Mind if I join you... for a nap?" "No, of course not. Come on." I followed him out and into the bedroom. I climbed in on my side and he did the same on the other. We covered ourselves up with the sheet and I promptly fell asleep. When I woke up about a couple of hours later, I was alone in the bed... again. I got up and looked for him. He was outside rocking in his chair on the porch. "Hey, Grandad. Are you okay?" "I was just sitting here thinking. Am I so lonely that I have to have to sex with my own grandson?" I sat down in the chair next to him and responded, "You said you weren't seeing anyone, but I didn't know you were lonely, Grandad. Why don't you move closer to Dad and me? We'd love to see you more often!" He looked at me and responded, "I'm still a couple of years away from full retirement, so I have to stay close to work." "Aren't there any ladies where you work that you're interested in?" He responded, "Yeah, but the problem with women my age is that they're already settled down with grown kids and grandkids. I've been settled down for the last forty plus years. I want to travel once I retire. I haven't managed to meet any women yet who want to do that." "Oh," was all I could think to say. I started to overthink the situation at that point. I started feeling bad for my part in it, so I got up and stood against the railing, tears escaping my eyes. "I'm sorry, Grandad, if I made you feel even lonelier. I just wanted to make you feel good." I heard rather than saw him get up. Then I felt him behind me, his chest hair against my back, his soft cock against my butt, his burly arms enfolding me. "It was wrong of me to lay all that shit on you. That's MY problem, not yours, Jackie Blue." The old familiar nickname made the tears suddenly dry up. "You haven't called me that since I was a kid, Grandaddy," I told him as I leaned back. "I love you," I said as I hugged his arms. "I love you too, Jackie. What do you say we forget that we ever had this depressing conversation?" I nodded and replied, "Deal." He let me go and suggested we go in, have something to eat, then retire to the couch to continue reading our books. He led, I followed. After we finished eating, Grandad sat on his end of the couch, then turned and spread out. "Why don't you lay here between my legs, lean back against me and read, like you did when you were a kid?" I looked at him and responded, "We didn't used to do it naked, Grandad." "Perhaps we should have. Maybe then I wouldn't be so hung up on people seeing my hairy body." "You have a great body, Grandad!" He reached out to grab my hand and said, "Thank you, Jackie Blue. That means a lot to me coming from you. Now go ahead, get in here." I maneuvered gingerly in between his legs, trying to be mindful of his cock and balls. When I was settled in, he hugged me then started to read. I did the same. I lost track of time, getting lost in the far-off world and the characters from other planets, so I was surprised when Grandad suggested we get ready for bed. "Okay," was all I said as I marked my place then paid a visit to the outhouse. When I got back, I brushed my teeth then got in bed. Grandad joined me a few minutes later. I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Good night, Grandad," and he said, "Good night, Jackie Blue," as he kissed my forehead. I turned over on my side then a wonderful thing happened. I felt Grandad snuggle up behind me, wrap one loving, hairy arm around my chest and squeeze. I placed my hand on his muscular arm and squeezed back, drifting away to dreamland just a few moments later. When I woke up the next morning, there was a burly arm still draped across my chest and a hard cock between my thighs. "Good morning, Grandad." He kissed my shoulder and said, "Good morning, sleepy head. Is this okay?" I assumed he was asking if it was okay that his cock was between my legs. "Of course!" I responded a little too enthusiastically then I wiggled my butt against his stiffness trying to get even closer. He said, "Good," then hugged me tighter. I decided it was time to go ahead and ask for what I really wanted. "Have you ever fucked a guy, Grandad?" "Wait!" Dad yelled as he interrupted me for a third time. "You didn't tell him you knew anything about him and me, did you?" "If you let me finish, you'll realize I never betrayed you. Now are you gonna let me finish?" "Go ahead, finish." "Thank you... now where was I? Oh yeah... I had just asked Grandad if he'd ever fucked a guy." I could see he was thinking of the right thing to say, then he finally answered, "Yes, I have Jack. Are you surprised?" I said, "No. I know you grew up in the seventies and that they were wild times, so, no, not surprised at all." He guffawed, an actual guffaw, and said, "We weren't all sluts, Jack, but we did have some wild times. Are you asking me to fuck you, Jack?" I turned over and looked at him most seriously. "I am." He looked equally serious when he said, "But we don't..." and that's as far as he got before I interrupted him. "I have some lube in my shave kit," and without waiting for him to agree or disagree, I said, "Wait here," I told him, then got up practically sprinted to the bathroom to retrieve the small bottle I carried, just in case I needed it, and a towel. When I got back, I climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach. "Pretty sure of yourself, huh Jack?" "Not sure," I replied, "just always prepared and hopeful." He chuckled as I opened the lube, squirted some on my hand and began to slick up his prick. He inhaled sharply and said, "That's cold!" I assured him that it was going to warm up pretty quickly in a minute. I squirted some more on my hand and slicked up my asshole. Sliding back, I raised up and maneuvered my asshole over his fuckstick, lowering myself little by little as I slowed my breathing, relaxing as the head broke through the resistance my ass ring was offering. Once I was seated in his lap, I raised and lowered myself, speeding up a little each time I did it. He wrapped a hand around my own rigid shaft and began to stroke it to the rhythm I'd set. Grandad broke the silence by saying, "Damn, your tight ass feels good, boy! Fuck yourself on my big cock!" I sped up even more because that kind of talk always got my motor running even faster. I was bouncing up and down, skewering myself every time I went back down. I was getting close to shooting my load when Grandad suddenly stopped stroking me and said, "Let's change positions." I was more than a little disappointed but was equally curious as to what he had in mind. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees for me?" I lifted up and off his prick, then did as he'd asked. He positioned himself behind me, then penetrated me. It felt great to have him inside me once more, so I blurted out, "Fuck me Grandad, fuck me hard!" He wasted no time grabbing me by the hips. He started pounding my ass and I was rewarded with the sound I loved the most, the sound of hips slapping against butt cheeks as I got fucked hard. He slammed his cock into me over and over, even adding to the pleasure by smacking my ass. "Damn tight ass!" he muttered. I thought for sure I'd come without even touching myself but I managed to hold on just in case he had any more surprises in store for me. Slap, slap, slap, smack was the rhythm and I was loving every minute of it. "Fuck that ass, Grandad, fuck it!" but it didn't last either. He stopped suddenly and said, "Let's change positions one more time. Get on your back for me." He pulled out and waited for me to turn over. It took a minute but once I was in position, I lifted my legs and grabbed them behind the knees. He smiled at my eagerness, held on to me with one hand, then guided his cock into my aching hole one more time. He slid all the way in and once I felt his pubes hit my ass crack, I squeezed his cock. "Damn, you're just full of surprises aren't you, Jack?" I couldn't help but say, "So are you, Grandad!" and winked at him. "Now give it to me, big man. Fuck the hell out of me. I wanna come!" He didn't say another word just let me have it, ramming his cock in and out as fast as he could, holding both my legs and pounding me into the mattress. I took my cock in hand and began to beat off as he continued to slam his cock into my overworked hole. I couldn't hold out any longer though. I simply had to come! The first shot hit just under my chin and I screamed, "Ahhhh fuuuuck!" as my ass muscles clamped down on his dick. He stilled and shot his load deep inside of me, a primal scream escaping from the back of his throat, "Ahhhhgggghhhh!" I could feel his hot cream filling me up as I continued to shoot my own load all over my chest and stomach. As the stars behind my eyes began to clear, I opened them to see a contented, almost serene grandad staring back at me. He leaned forward, pressing my legs to my chest and kissed me. I opened my mouth; he opened his and our tongues met in a mixture of passion and warmth I'd never experienced before. He pulled back from the kiss but not out of my ass. Instead he see-sawed slightly back and forth while massaging my legs and kissing my feet. When I finally recovered the ability to speak, I declared, "Damn, Grandad, that was the best fuck I've ever had!" "Thanks, Jackie. I'll take that as a compliment." He handed me the towel to wipe the cum off my neck, chest and stomach. "It's the truth," I insisted. "If you ever decide to switch teams, the guys will be lined up to the end of the dock to get fucked by you!" He belly-laughed so hard I felt it through his dick all the way inside my butt. "If I do ever decide to `switch teams' as you put it, you'll be the first to know. I guess it's always nice to have options... even at my age." "I mean it, Grandad, you fuck like a stallion." He just smiled and kept massaging my legs, all the while moving in and out of me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. "And you my dear grandson, could squeeze the juice out of a lemon with this talented ass of yours." Then it was my turn to laugh. Once I stopped, he asked, "What do you want to do today, Jackie?" "Can we stay like this forever, Grandad?" "We can for a while, because we don't have to leave for hours, but eventually we do have to go back to civilization." He must have noticed my face fall because he began sucking on one of my toes. Unfortunately, my stomach chose that exact moment to growl. He let go of my big piggie and said, "Ah, I hear you need nourishment." He pulled his cock out took the towel I'd used earlier to clean myself up and said, "Sit on this in case you leak and I'll be right back with something for both of us." I chuckled as I hadn't thought that his cum might leak out. My ass did feel pretty worn out, but in a good way. I did as he had instructed and then waited for him to come back. (To be continued in Part 6)