Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2005 10:25:42 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Grandpa's Sack (Sacked Series 3/3) This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission. Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. Nifty Erotic Stories ArchiveTM is given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. Enjoy! Jon ----- Grandpa's Sack by Jon Hold jonhold@earthlink.net Sequel to sex with a friend. About three weeks after I found out how much fun it could be having my grandfather cornhole my butt, Momma yelled upstairs that he was on the phone. Dad yelled downstairs that he was taking a bath and that he'd call back later. Dad wasn't really taking a bath as much as I was giving him one. When Mom yelled upstairs I was scrubbing Dad's dick for him. Dad was real safety conscious and didn't want any chance of me bumping my head, so he made me hold onto both sides of the tub so I wouldn't slip and fall. You might think that made washing Daddy difficult, but it wasn't. Once I managed to capture his big ol' cockhead with my asslips it wasn't any problem at all to sit down on his dick and give it a real thorough scrubbing. Dad and I finally got done messing around in the bathroom and went downstairs to watch some TV and have a slice of Mom's apple pie. We'd both taken to wearing just Jockey shorts after our evening baths and Mom seemed proud of her two men. Mom was pretty cool about the whole thing, saying that she understood about men. She even warned me to change my underpants when I headed upstairs after breakfast to get dressed for school. I wondered why, having just put on a clean pair, until I pulled them down and saw that the whole seat of my Jockey's was wet from Dad's cum leaking out of my butt. Anyhow, Mom reminded Dad to call Grandpa and he did. During the commercial Mom asked what Grandpa wanted and Daddy said that Grandpa had a big order for milled barley and needed some help. Me and him were going to spend about a week at Grandpa's helping out. The harvest was over and it was a slow time of year so Mom said fine, she'd have my Aunt Lois come over and they'd have a good time. I wanted to leave that night but Dad just shook his head and laughed. Alone in bed that night I jerked off wondering what it would be like to be in a real bed with my horny father. My imagination had plenty of help because Daddy was just about shaking the house down the way he was saying bye to Mom --- and she wasn't holding back any either, screeching like a banshee and cursing like a stevedore. I got myself off three times listening to them before finally falling asleep. I got up real early, rarein' to go to Grandpa's. Dad was in the bathroom waiting for me. For the first time in a long while I didn't get screwed first thing in the morning. Dad just said to jump in the shower while he shaved, he wanted everything to be extra special for Grandpa. I got good and wet and did a quick wash-off and then, dripping wet, walked across the floor and climbed up on the commode lid. Without batting an eye, Dad picked up his soap bowl and boar bristle brush and lathered up my belly and groin. I sprang a total boner while Dad made sure that no stubble marred the perfect smoothness of my torso, legs and everything in-between. Then he had me turn around and bend over so he could finish the job. I just about came as he was playing with my tight butthole. Dad slapped my butt and sent me back to the shower. Dad made sure I dried off really good and then powdered up my midsection with some of Mom's talc. When I asked why, Dad just said that Grandpa had sent over some special underpants for me and that the talc would help him get them on me. He opened a cardboard box and pulled out a weird looking pair of black underpants. When he got close to me with them I could see they really were weird. They were made out of rubber. Dad kneeled and held them out for me and I stepped right into them. Dad had been dressing me a lot and we both liked it, and I had gotten sort of used to having him dress me I guess. Anyhow, I stepped right into those strange underpants without giving it a second thought. If this was how Dad and Granddad wanted me to dress, then it was fine with me. Dad pulled the underpants up high over my hips where they gripped me strongly, pulling the crotch so tight it was crushing my dick and balls. Dad stuck his hand down the front of my new drawers to adjust things for me, a LOT more than I ever expected. Right off Dad grabbed my balls and I grunted and looked down to see what he was doing. There was a rib reinforced hole in the shorts and Dad was pushing my balls through from one side and pulling the skin through from the other side. It kind of made my gut hurt having my balls forced through that little hole, but it kind of hurt real good, if you know what I mean. Dad got both balls through and pulled all the smooth, hairless skin he could out into the fresh air. My balls felt so weird, just hanging free like that. Dad batted them around a couple of times, and that felt REALLY weird, and I giggled. Dad pulled up a rubber flap from down between my legs and snapped it to two metal studs set in the rubber with two loud 'clicks'. My balls were now trapped tightly in a rubber pocket. Dad pulled out a condom and stuck his hand back inside my shorts to roll it down my dick. Dad and I had played with rubbers before and I really liked the feeling of him dressing me up in one. Dad grabbed my boner and, using both hands, managed to get my hard-on stuck through the top half of the divided hole in the front of my underpants. Then he pushed the underpants all the way down my dick and my rubber covered cock was jutting out of my new rubber underpants. I felt around on them and was pretty sure I was going to like wearing my new clothes. The hole around my dick and balls was tight and I didn't figure I'd be losing my hard-on any time soon. I found another much larger hole right over my butthole with four more studs around it. Dad said that his father would show me what that was for later. Dad took me to my room to finish getting dressed and to get my bag. Dad and I were both bringing bags, but I figured they really weren't necessary. I figured that I wasn't likely to wear anything at all, except maybe my new underpants, the whole time we were at Grandpa's. Mom was sleeping in late because Dad had given her a really good screw before getting up and told her that he and I would stop at the County Kitchen for breakfast. Which we did. By the time we got there I was getting all sweaty inside my new underbritches and was becoming aware that there was no way I was going to be able to get my boner to go down the way my balls and dick were being heated up and squeezed by those rubber undies. Dad had finished dressing me in a two sizes too small tank top and a pair of last year's running shorts and, other than my sandals, that was all I was wearing. There was no way I could hide the rigid poker in my lap. Dad held my hand and lead me to a counter seat. A bunch of locals and their sons, school chums of mine, watched us come in. Some waived, some nodded and some just grinned, especially my friends. Dad sat me next to Officer Rockhard and then sat next to me. Mr. Matlovitch said, "Howdy" through the kitchen window and his son, Timmy, came over to take our order. "Howdy, Cap'n," my Dad said as Timmy tried to take my order and peek over the counter at my lap at the same time. That was just the start of the embarrassment. Seems like everyone who came in or left felt the need to come over and say howdy, and get a quick look in my crotch. I was all slick and horny and sweaty inside of that hot rubber, and what was worse was that I couldn't stop squirming around because it was getting itchy inside there as well. Officer Rockhard kept making jokes about how I had ants in my pants and my Dad kept insisting that none of my aunts had gotten in my pants, yet! They were having a wonderful time, I was embarrassed as hell! But when Dad said it was time to leave, I stood right up and let everyone get a good look at the tent in my pants. Then, putting my nose up in the air like I was too good for any of them, I strutted out to the pick-up. Dad laughed most of the way to Grandpa's. Ol' Shep barked when we drove up and Grandpa was there to greet us before Dad got the pick-up stopped. Grandpa clapped Daddy on the back and gave me a big hug and kiss. "You boys get stripped down and meet me in the barn!" Grandpa walked off, the gray hair on his bare butt shining in the bright sunlight. Dad and I stripped off, except that Dad said I should keep my new underpants on. Somehow that didn't come as a great surprise to me. When we got down to the barn, Grandpa inspected my new rubber undies real close like, commenting over and over about how nice they looked and how well they fit and how good I felt. Grandpa told me that he'd saved the best part until last and showed me a great big rubber pecker. I first I was amazed at the thing. Longer and thicker than either Dad or Grandpa, it was shaped exactly like a real dick, except it was huge and had a big square base with four chrome snaps. The snaps suddenly gave me sort of an idea of where Grandpa planned on putting that thing next, and I blushed bright red. Grandpa just grinned and motioned for me to turn around and lay down across a bale of hay that he'd thoughtfully covered with a horse blanket. It took a while and the best part of a can of Harper's Bag Balm, but Grandpa finally managed to get all of what he called his "twelve-inch boy trainer" right up my butt. I was panting some, but proud that I'd managed to take the whole thing when I heard Grandpa snapping the metal snaps together. I had trouble standing up at first and walking was really awkward, but Daddy and Grandpa both helped me out to the grain shed and we got to work. Grandpa's mill just rolled and crushed the grain to make it more digestible for the animals, but my job was just the same as at my dad's feed mill, sewing the bags closed. It was awkward working like that, with my dick sticking out in perpetual erection and that dildo thing punching up my ass, which it really was doing. Every time my guts would push the thing out some, the elastic rubber pants would push it back in again. It was like constantly getting fucked. We took a break every hour though, and either Daddy or Grandpa would unsnap the dildo and take it out to give it a rest while they took their turn fucking me. By the end of the day I was able to work and walk around pretty good with that thing stuck up my butt, and it sure was exciting the way Dad and Grandpa had paid so much attention to me that day, but we sure didn't get a whole lot of work done. I was slow, what with my dick sticking out in the way and everything. The rubber saved my dick from getting rubbed raw all right, but I'd cum so much that the damn thing was full. I figured about one more cum and the darn thing would start squeezing my cum back into my balls kind of like the underpants kept jamming that fake cock back up my ass. What really slowed us down though was Dad and Grandpa wasting a lot of time screwing me. Not that I was complaining, but my asshole was gettin' plum wore out! Both men plugged me again at bed time and I fell asleep in my rubber underpants laying between the two most important men in my life. I got screwed again in grandpa's bed the next morning --- with grandpa going on and on about how nice it was to wake up with something warm to screw. Grandpa gave me an enema, the first I'd had since I was a little kid, to make sure I didn't get bound up what with having something up my ass all the time. Then he put the rubber cock back in me and snapped it in place. Sitting down to eat breakfast with that thing up my ass was a real experience! I kept moaning and having orgasms while I ate my oatmeal. By the end of the week I was so used to that dildo and to having both men constantly fucking me that I just sort of took it for granted, except that I never lost track of how wonderful it was having my Dad and Grandpa pay so much attention to me. Saturday morning Grandpa told us that we were having a party that evening. We spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, making special foods and stocking all three refrigerators with beer. I'd just gotten out of the shower when the first car showed up. It was Mr. Matlovitch with a couple of platters of finger foods and Timmy in a chastity belt. The cover over his butthole was loose so he could be got to that way, but his dick was locked into a wire basket sort of thing that kept him from getting a hard-on or playing with himself. I figured that about all he could do with his dick trapped like that was pee on himself, whether he wanted to or not. Timmy was mad at his Dad for locking him up on a party night, but not so mad that he wasn't constantly crawling up into his Dad's lap every time the man tried to sit down. In the next half-hour or so half-a-dozen or so showed up with their sons in tow. Mr. Gallati, the grocer, had his twins and both older boys with him --- dressed up as Roman catamites. Lipstick, curly hair, short tunics and hairless. I thought at first that they got shaved like I did, but the twins told me that their dad used tweezers and plucked the hairs out one at a time so that there wouldn't be any stubble. Besides, it gave him an excuse to spank their butts if they didn't hold still. I had to admit that they had four of the most spankable bubble butts I'd ever seen. Gregor, the oldest brother, said that I could spank all of them if I wanted too, as long as I let them fuck me. I really boned up thinking about that, and said, "Sure! Soon as we can!" All four brothers smiled and kept fingering my butt every chance they got that evening. Mr. Bridger showed up with his son Jim, who was only like the most jockish jock in school. He had a buttplug up his ass that had to be seen to be believed. I bet it weighed eight or ten pounds. Anytime you wanted to see it all you had to do was ask. His Dad's rules were that he had to squat and push that huge thing out of his butt, without using his hands, any time anyone asked. Once they were done looking he had to squat back down and pick up his buttplug using only his butt again. The twins loved watching him climb on and off the thing. They must have made him do it twenty times that night. I caught the three of them coming down from the attic playroom later. Both twins had bright red butts. The cum leaking out of their asses tasted just like the cum still leaking from Jim's funky wet cock. I was amazed to see most of my classmates from our small High School at the party, but boy did we ever have fun. Our dads and grandfathers were screwing any boy they could get hold of, and none of us boys were very hard to catch. When the older guys weren't keeping us busy, we pretty much got to know each other LOTS better. The other guys had been getting together with their dads (and mine) for quite some time. I was the latecomer and this was my welcome party so I got screwed by pretty much everybody. About half-way through the evening the dads told all us boys we could get out of our playthings, except Timmy's dad who said Timmy could just stay in the chastity belt because he'd left the key at home. Timmy had a fit. He wanted to fuck Jim Bridger so bad he could taste it (and he had, which is why he wanted to fuck it). Each of us boys had been told we could have two beers if we wanted them. Timmy went into the kitchen and drank beer until he started puking. All in all it was one hell of a party. I get into my rubber bag any time any of us get the urge and Grandpa and me even got Daddy into my rubber undershorts. It was funnier than hell watching him try to walk with that rubber cock up his ass and four sizes too small underpants squishing him. I get along with everyone in school better now and I'm getting better grades. I like the times the whole group of us get together. But what I like the very most is working hard with my Dad and Grandpa and then rubbing our sweaty bodies into a frenzy. One of these days I'm gonna have me a son and I hope my dad and grandpa are still around to help me train him just like they trained me. THE END