Date: Sun, 12 Sep 2021 23:12:41 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me Part 6 Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me – Part 6 Gay, incest, grandfather, father, son, 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 * * * * We ate brunch in bed and once we were finished, Grandad got back in with me and we cuddled some more. I fell asleep with him spooning me, his arm across my chest, my heart and stomach both full. When I awoke a while later, Grandad was still behind me. "Sorry, Grandad, I guess I fell asleep." He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I noticed. I guess I did kind of wear you out." I turned over to face him, looked him in the eyes and said, "This has been the best weekend at the cabin I've ever had. Thank you, Grandad." "I enjoyed myself too, Jackie Blue. Thank you for asking me to come with you. Now, I think we need to get out of this bed. Wanna go for one last swim?" I smiled lovingly at him and replied, "Yeah. Let's go." I got up and gingerly walked to the bedroom door. Grandad put my arm around his shoulder and said, "You'll feel better once you're in the water." We swam for a bit and I did feel better. I was even able to walk more easily afterwards. We went back into the cabin and cleaned up, brought the rockers back in, stripped the bed, packed our bags and then took everything out to the car. Grandad locked up the place and we started back home. "I had no idea your Grandad was so lonely," Dad stated after I had finished my recap of the weekend. I should have been mad that that was the first thing he said after I'd finished telling him about my incredibly hot weekend with his dad, but he was right. We needed to talk about Grandad. "Yeah, I know, but what can we do, Dad?" He looked like he was giving it considerable thought then said, "What if we invite him over next weekend?" "That's no good. I have a camping trip with some guys from the team. What about the weekend after that?" He nodded and said, "I think that'll work. Mike will be out of town traveling to a medical conference so it would just be the three of us." That reminded me, "Are you going to tell Grandad about Dr. Mike?" His brow scrunched before he answered, "Not yet. I mean it's still so new I think I'll wait a while longer." I nodded and agreed. "I'll call Dad now." He picked up his phone and called Grandad. I listened to the one-sided conversation and once he hung up he filled me in on what I'd missed. "Dad has bowling on Friday night, but is free that Saturday and can stay over through Sunday. When he comes, maybe we can discuss his moving closer." "Dad, remember he told me he has to stay close to work until he retires." "Oh yeah. Well we'll think of something." I wished Dad a "good night," kissed him on the cheek, then went to my room to get things ready for school the next day. That Saturday rolled around and Grandad showed up right before lunch. We had a great meal together then afterwards we took him to a ball game. When we got home he told us he was going to lie down for a nap because the combination of sun and beer had wiped him out. He asked me to wake him an hour later for dinner. I took the opportunity to discuss our plan with Dad for the three of us to have a little fun that evening. He was onboard. After dinner, I set up the DVD player to watch a movie that Grandad said he'd never seen. I hoped it wasn't too much baseball for one day, but I loved this particular movie because of the baseball references and the father/son angle. Dad told us to start without him because he had to make a call when in reality he was trimming the hair on his balls and shaft for later. We sat on either side of Grandad on the couch with him holding the bowl of popcorn. Once the final credits were rolling, he admitted that he hadn't seen the twist coming at the end. Dad and I were glad that he'd enjoyed it. Now it was finally time to set my plan in motion. I asked Grandad, "How's your back doing, Grandad? Do you need another shave yet?" He handled the question well, answering, "I think it's okay." "Can I take a look?" I asked. He pulled his shirt off over his head. It was starting to grow back faster than I had expected. "How often do you have it done?" "Every two weeks or so." "So it's time then. What do you think, Dad?" "Well, I was actually going to ask what you two thought about the hair on my back?" He pulled off his shirt and showed us his back. It wasn't as hairy as Grandad's but I could see what he meant. "I can see where you might want to have those areas on your shoulders done. Would you guys like me to do it now?" "I'm sure you have better things to do, don't you?" asked Grandad. "No way. I'm here for you two all night and into tomorrow. Let's go." I led the way to the bathroom and the two of them followed. Dad came in and sat down on the toilet lid. I started with Grandad because he had the most hair to remove. I asked him to remove his shorts so that they wouldn't get shave gel or water on them. He was wearing a cute little pair of tighty-whities. Once I was finished with him, I had Dad take his place at the sink. I asked him to remove his shorts too, leaving him standing there in just his tight boxer briefs. Shaving him and his clean-up was pretty quick so then it was time to ask him the million-dollar question, "Are there any other areas you want me to shave, Dad?" I needed him to play his part well if everything that I'd planned afterwards was going to happen. "If you mean, do I want you to shave my balls like yours? Then the answer is yes." And without hesitation, he shucked his underwear and stood buck naked in front of his father and his son. I stole a glance at Grandad and his eyes were glued to Dad's cock and balls. So far so good. I quickly lathered up his balls and shaft and got to work. Once they were smooth and clean, I asked Grandad what he thought. While he sputtered and attempted a reply, I could see that Dad's hardon, from my handling it, had given Grandad one of his own! "I, uh, I think they look... very nice." Dad got closer and said, "Feel them, Dad. They're as smooth as a baby's butt." He continued to fondle his balls while he waited for Grandad to reach out or refuse. He chose the former, cupping Dad's balls and then rolling them between his fingers. The three of us were super hard now! "I shaved mine this morning," I added as I pulled down my boxers and stepped out of them. I moved closer to Grandad too and he took my balls in his other hand. My plan was off to a good start. Then Grandad did something I hadn't expected but welcomed. He leaned forward and took Dad's cock in his mouth. While he sucked Dad's, he stroked mine. Dad moaned as Grandad sucked his cock. I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his head was titled back. I could see that he was enjoying having his dad suck his dick. Then Grandad pulled off Dad's cock and took mine in his mouth. Now it was my turn to moan. I kept my eyes open though so I could watch my two favorite men. Dad's mouth was open so I leaned over and kissed him, my mouth open also. He stuck his tongue inside and we made out. That's when I felt Grandad let go of my cock. We stopped kissing and looked down at Grandad, his lips wet with a mixture of saliva and precum. He stood and said, "I think we need to move this into the bedroom." Dad and I both smiled then leaned in and kissed Grandad, a three-way kiss that was SO fucking hot! Dad was closest to the door, so he made the first move towards the bedroom. His was the biggest bed so it was the best choice. I climbed on the bed, got on all fours and waited. Dad got the lube and a handful of condoms from his nightstand while Grandad positioned himself behind me. Then Dad threw them on the bed near Grandad. I didn't say a word because I was up for whatever they had in mind. Grandad grabbed the lube and a condom while Dad positioned himself in front of me. I took the hint and opened wide so that I could suck his engorged cock. He fed it to me slowly and I was able to take every inch. As he face-fucked me, I could feel lube and a finger slide in and out of my aching hole. I couldn't help but moan myself. I'd never been spit-roasted before but I was so into it that I could feel my cock start to leak precum. I needed Grandad inside me soon or I was going to come way too soon. That's when I felt him remove his finger and replace it with his massive cock. He inserted it slowly, all in one long thrust. My groans of pleasure were muffled by the enormous dick in my mouth. "You like my cock in your ass, don't you boy?" Grandad commented. "I can tell he does, Dad. You're doing a great job on my cock, son. Now go ahead and suck the cum out of it." I gave my best imitation of a vacuum on Dad's cock while squeezing my ass as it was assaulted by Grandad's. All too soon Dad screamed, "Ah fuck!" as I tasted the first sweet drops of cum on my tongue. I swallowed as fast as I could not wanting to lose a bit of it while Dad held onto my head, forcing his cock down my throat as he emptied his load down it. Tears came to my eyes just before he released me and I was finally able to catch my breath. Grandad was still fucking me, holding onto my hips while pounding me faster and faster. Then I heard him yell out, "Ah fuck!" and stop, still inside me. Dad pulled his spent cock from my mouth then he wriggled around until he was underneath me. I felt his lips close over my throbbing cock then I exploded inside his hungry mouth, screaming, "Holy fuck!!!" I shuddered and almost lost my balance, but Grandad held me up. He slipped from my worn-out hole then disappeared as I continued to fill Dad's throat with my jizz. I nearly collapsed again but Dad helped me turn on my side, my cock still between his swollen lips. I was vaguely aware of Grandad lifting my leg and gently cleaning my asshole. I could still feel him inside me and hoped I would for many days to come. He left again and when he returned, he laid down on one side of me while Dad came up and laid beside me on the other. They were both stroking my sensitive skin which made me shiver... in a good way. I reached out a hand to each of them, stroking their stubbly faces. They each leaned over and kissed me on the cheeks. I was happier than I'd ever been and couldn't help but smile at each of them. I was rewarded with two very happy smiles in return. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, I was alone, so I got up, peed and then went in search of them. I found Dad at the counter making sandwiches and Grandad sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper. Both were still gloriously naked. I stopped to give Grandad a hug and a kiss then went to Dad and hugged him from behind while I laid my head on his shoulder. "You okay, son?" he asked. "Yes, thanks," I replied, but couldn't seem to let him go, so he stopped what he was doing and turned in my arms. "Are you sure you're okay?" I looked up at him and nodded, then added, "Thank you... both." They answered, "For what?" at the same time. I chuckled and said, "For being my family... the best family I could have ever hoped for." Grandad got up and hugged me from behind but said nothing. It was Dad who spoke up, "I think I can speak for your grandad when I say, you're the best son and grandson WE could have ever hoped for." I felt, rather than heard, Grandad nod in agreement. "Now, you two go sit down and I'll bring over the sandwiches. I think we all worked up quite an appetite earlier." I laughed out loud that time. While we ate, we talked about seeing more of Grandad in the future. We compared our schedules and the best we could do was about a month out but we all agreed to the date and looked forward to spending the whole weekend together. Afterwards, we went to our own rooms and got a good night's sleep. (To be continued in Part 7)