Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2021 23:18:36 +0100 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me - Pt 9 Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me – Part 9 Gay, incest, father, son, 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 * * * * From then on, I saw Alex as often as possible, either at the gym or at my house. It wasn't possible to visit him at his house once his mom was back home. I felt bad for him but he assured me his dad was working on it. Then one day out of the blue, Alex told me that his father had asked his mom for a divorce. After that declaration, she packed her bags and went to live with her sister. Alex explained later that she was actually his stepmom, who had never approved of his being gay anyway, so he wasn't all that broken up about it. That's when they started planning a BBQ/pool party for both our families. I was looking froward to everyone finally getting together. I explained everything to Dad, Mike and Grandad, careful to leave out the part where Alan, Alex and I had sex. Finally, the day was upon us and I told my family that everything would be provided by Mr. Scott and Alex, but we brought a couple of bottles of wine just to be polite. It was a Hawaiian themed party and when we arrived, in our best Hawaiian shirts and shorts, we were all surprised and thrilled that Alan and Alex had chosen to dress in sarongs and nothing else. I thought I might have seen Grandad give Alan the once over but I wasn't sure. Then we were each given a lei. Alex gave me mine then kissed me. Alan gave one to Dad and kissed him. Alex gave the next one to Mike and kissed him, then Alan gave the last one to, Grandad and kissed him. If I wasn't mistaken, their kiss lasted a beat or two longer than even Alex's and mine. It got me to wondering if maybe Alan liked what he saw in my attractive and very single grandfather. "Mr. Scott, these are my Dads, John and Mike and my grandad, John." Alan shook hands with Dad then Mike and finally Grandad. "You can call him John," Grandad said pointing at Dad, "and me Big John," he added as he shook Alan's hand. I couldn't believe my ears. My grandad was flirting with Alex's dad! That's when I saw Alan blush and that made Grandad grin, slyly. Alex broke the mood by saying, "Welcome everyone to our Luau!" Alex led the way to the backyard where it was decked out in a Hawaiian theme. There were tiki torches, a tiki bar, blowup pink flamingoes in the pool and Hawaiian music coming from speakers disguised as rocks. We were given the option of wearing grass skirts too. Dad and Mike declined but Grandad and I were game. We took our shorts off but kept our underwear on then donned our hula skirts. "This looks great, Alex!" I said to him as I hugged and kissed him.. with tongue. Thankfully, the others ignored us. When we were finished greeting each other properly, we joined everyone at the Tiki bar. Alex and I ordered virgin Mai Tais from Alan, the bartender, while everyone else received the real deal. After a few cocktails, Alan told everyone that he was taking a break from serving drinks to take care of grilling the food for the afternoon. Grandad offered to give him a hand leaving Alex and I to cuddle on the chaise lounge for a little bit longer. After everyone had had their fill of hot dogs, hamburgers, salads, chips, etc., sorry no roasted pig, Grandad offered to help Alan put the food away. We all declared the cookout a great success when they returned. Then we proceeded into the pool party part of the evening. Alex and I stripped off our clothes and got into the hot tub. Dad asked about swimsuits, but I had to break it to him that the pool and the hot tub were clothing-free. Dad and Mike shrugged, took the hint, stripped down and got in the pool. Alan and Grandad stripped down as well and then joined Alex and I in the hot tub. "Did you know that Alan and I went to the same college?" Grandad asked. Alex and I shook our heads no. "Well, we did. It was years apart but we did." "Small world," I commented. "Really small," Alex added. Dad and Mike finally came over and asked if they could join us. Alan and Grandad had to move closer to Alex leaving just enough room for Dad and Mike to get in and sit down. We were all knee to knee but none of us seemed to mind. We chatted about work and school and the time just seemed to fly by as our families got to know each other better. Eventually Dad and Mike said that they needed to get going. Dad looked at me and just as I was about to ask if I could spend the night, Alan was the one who spoke up, "I'll make sure Jack gets home safely tomorrow." Dad said okay then Grandad added, "I'd like to stay awhile longer, if that's okay with Alan." Alan nodded enthusiastically. We all got out and dried off, then wrapped our towels around ourselves so that we could say goodnight to Dad and Mike. There was a lot of hugging and kissing at the front door. Then Dad and Mike thanked Alan and Alex for hosting a great party and left. "Well, what do y'all want to do now?" Alan asked. Alex and I looked at each other and before we could make some excuse to go to bed early, Grandad said, "I'm pretty sure these young men want to have their own party in the bedroom. Am I right, boys?" Alex and I looked at Alan and then Grandad and I answered, "Yeah!" "Are you okay spending time just hanging out with me, Big John?" "I am, Alan," Grandad answered with a wink that I think Alex missed. "Well, then it's settled. Goodnight, son... Jack." We each said goodnight, gave them hugs and kisses then retired to Alex's room. Alex and I didn't waste a minute getting naked and ready to have some fun. Alex got out the condoms and lube then I went down on him. After a little while, we switched places. I wanted to fuck him and he wanted to fuck me, so we agreed I'd suit up and fuck him first and come inside him then he'd fuck me and come inside me. I got him ready then rolled on a condom and took him. I admit I could have been more patient but I had wanted him all day. "Ah fuck!" Alex yelled. I really wished he'd be quieter but it couldn't be helped. My boyfriend was a screamer! I pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in. "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me... hard." So I did just that. I slammed into him again and again, pounding his ass as I came closer and closer to orgasm. Then I let him know that I was about to come, "I'm gonna come, baby." And I shot my load inside the condom inside him. It was so intense I thought I might pass out, but he gripped my dick like a vice grip with his ass muscles, keeping me from keeling over. When I recovered, we switched places and Alex fucked me just as hard as I'd fucked him. It was fantastic! I swear I could feel him coming inside me, filling me up with his white, hot jizz. Alex fell asleep right away and I wasn't far behind him. I woke up hungry so I thought I'd go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. On the way down the hall, I saw that the light in the kitchen was already on. I kept going until I was almost around the corner and that's when I stopped. Grandad was leaning against the fridge and Alan was on his knees in front of him, sucking his dick. I stayed there, just out of sight, watching as my own cock started to grow. The scene was fucking hot. But it was about to get even hotter. "Suck it, Al, suck my big, fat cock," Grandad said in a low voice as he stroked Alan's hair. It looked to me like Alan had sped up his efforts, maybe hoping to get Grandad to come down his throat. But then Grandad had other ideas. He pulled him up and said, "I'm going to fuck you Al. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, BJ. Thank you!" Well that's interesting, I thought. I watched as Grandad grabbed a condom from the counter and put it on. That's when he saw me. I had my dick in my hand and stopped in mid stroke. He didn't say a word, just kept eye contact as he had Alan bend over and grip the edge of the island. Then he opened the lube and began to get Alan ready to get fucked... thoroughly. Grandad moved in behind Alan, shoving his thick cock inside him in one long, slow thrust. That's when Grandad surprised me again. He motioned for me to come and join them. "Suck his cock, Jackie. I want Alan to come in your mouth." That's when Alan realized, for the first time, that they weren't alone. I came over, crawled under Alan, took his cock in my mouth and began to suck. "Oh fuck," Alan said a little too loudly. "Fuck me, BJ. Suck me, Jack!" "Take it, Al. Take all of me then come down Jack's throat." I didn't have to wait long for Alan to shoot his load. His hot Jizz started to fill my mouth as he moaned and cried out, "Ah fuck... ah fuck!" Then Grandad let us know that he was coming too. "I'm coming, Al. Take my load, dammit." I sucked every last drop out of Alan's uncut prick then I crawled back out from under him and went back down the hall forgetting completely that I had gotten up to find something to eat. Instead, I had been filled with the sweetest jizz I'd ever tasted. And amazingly, when I got back to his bedroom, Alex was still asleep. He had managed to sleep through all that noise between my grandad and his dad. In the morning, we awoke to some wonderful smells coming from the down the hall. We kissed and got up, not bothering to get dressed, then went to join Alan in the kitchen. When we rounded the corner, we saw Alan and Grandad getting a feast ready for us. "Good morning, Dad," Alex said as he greeted his equally naked father with a hug from behind. "Good morning, son," Alan said. "Morning, Grandad," I said as I gave him a naked hug and kiss from behind. "Morning to you too, favorite grandson." I chuckled at our little inside joke. They each turned around and hugged us properly, chests and cocks touching. I have to admit I loved the feel of my grandad's hairy chest against my smooth one, his muscular arms surrounding me, his huge cock brushing up against mine. "Okay, boys, have a seat at the table," Alan instructed. Then Grandad added, "I sure hope you're hungry!" Then he winked at me and I smiled just for him. "We are," we answered simultaneously. As it turned out, we were ravenous and ate almost all of the food Alan and Grandad had prepared. As we were cleaning up, Alan came up behind me, gave me a hug, and said two simple but powerful words, "Thank you." Afterwards, Alex and I got dressed and he drove me home. On the way, we discussed the party and the great sex we'd had afterwards in his bedroom. Alex admitted, "You know, I was kind of hoping that the pool party would turn into an orgy between the six of us." "Yeah, I was kind of hoping for that too, but it was a long shot considering your dad only met my dads and grandad last night." "True, but I would have loved to have been fucked my either or both of your dads... or even your grandad!" I laughed and said, "Yeah, that would have been hot, but again difficult considering your dad was there." "Yeah, I guess so... still..." I patted his thigh and thought he was right. It would have been a hell of a hot orgy. "You keep fantasizing though, Alex. I love the way you think." * * * The week of Spring Break before graduation, Mike was going to a medical convention in Chicago and he invited dad to go along with him. Alan decided to go see his sister that same week and asked Grandad to go with him. He hadn't seen her in a while and he wanted her to meet his new boyfriend. That would have left Alex and I alone in the house, which Dad said was never going to happen, so he asked Uncle Anthony if he could look after Alex and me while they were gone. Of course he said yes but I hadn't spent much time with him and Aunt Jenny in the past few years and never without Dad or Grandad so I didn't know how that was going to work. As it turned out, my older cousin, Anthony, offered a solution. He suggested we go to the cabin. Aunt Jenny wouldn't mind and it would be a chance for us guys to spend time together before Alex and I started college. Alex was looking forward to spending time at the cabin, but that wouldn't be the end of the changes to our plans. The day before Uncle Anthony was going to pick us up, Alan changed his mind and told Alex that he was going to have to go with him to visit his aunt. We were both incredibly bummed but there was no changing his mind. Now I was going to have to spend the week alone with just my uncle and cousin neither of which I had much in common with. So I was no longer looking forward to this week. That morning, there was a knock on the door and when I went to answer it, my Cousin Tony was waiting on the stoop. "Hey!" I said as a greeting to my older cousin. "I'm ready. Is Uncle Anthony in the car waiting?" "No. Mom has the flu and Dad is staying behind to take care of her. Disappointed?" I didn't answer but grabbed my bag instead and turned to leave. Then Tony asked, "Where's Alex?" "His dad changed his mind so he had to go visit his aunt after all." "Oh. So I guess it's just you and me then." That did not thrill me at all, so I said nothing. As I locked the door behind me, he added, "You know I was looking forward to meeting the cute blond I see so much of on your social media pages." I thought that was an odd thing for him to say so I asked, "You follow me on social media?" "Yeah, why? Do you think that's strange?" "Well, yeah... I do actually." We got in the car and started on our journey where I hoped that we could drive in total silence... but I was wrong. "Look, I think I owe you an apology." "Yeah, why is that?" I was genuinely interested in hearing this but trying very hard to aloof. "Because I gave you a hard time growing up. I..." he started, but I was furious, so I turned to him and cut him off, "'A hard time'? You made my life hell!" "I'm..." he started again. I interrupted. "I'm not finished!!! You made fun of me all the time. And you made me feel bad about myself like no one else could... because you were family. I hated you growing up." "Wow, Jack, I'm really sorry. Can I explain?" I turned back in my seat and stared straight ahead. He continued, "I was always jealous of you growing up." Of all the things he could have said, that was not even in the top ten. "Jealous... of me," was all I could muster as I turned to look at him. "Yes. You were always so sure of yourself. You have always known who you are... no regrets, no guilt. You have always been proud of who and what you are. I was jealous of that... of you." I was flabbergasted. I had no idea that he felt that way. "And that's the reason you were so mean to me?" "Yes, and I'm sorry. I've grown up a lot since then. I know who I am now and I'm not jealous of you anymore. I'm proud of you. I admire you... more than you know." This was crazy! "I don't know what to say, Tony. I'm speechless." He laughed and said, "Now, that's not something I thought I'd ever hear you say!" I had to agree with him and joined in his laughter. "Does this mean you forgive me?" And strangely enough, I realized that I did... forgive him. "Yes, I guess I do," I answered. "Good... I'm glad. That's gonna make this weekend a lot more enjoyable. Thanks." "You're welcome." The rest of the conversation on the way to the cabin was much more pleasant and I hate to admit it but I actually started to like my cousin for the first time in years. (To be continued in Part 10)