Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2023 20:56:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sammy in the Big City, Part 1 (gay/incest)

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SAMMY IN THE BIG CITY

PART 1

I couldn't believe it when Dad first suggested that I join him on a
business trip to the "big city." Neither could my mom, and she raised many
objections without asking me what I wanted. Of course, that's no big
surprise. She'd pretty much "protected" me for my entire life up to that
point. Parental locks on everything. Watching and reading stuff first to
make sure it was "suitable." Just your average over-protective lunatic mom
whose actions meant that I didn't know much about real life, even though I
was heading off to college in the fall!

It wasn't all her fault, though. I was a scrawny kid. Always looked years
younger than I was...and still do! I wasn't into sports or anything like
that. I have to admit that I was pretty nerdy. A real bookwork...after Mom
approved the books. I didn't even have the nerve to sit in the public
library and read "unapproved" stuff to find out what I was missing. I was
too afraid the librarian would catch me and tell Mom! Yes, I learned about
playing with myself...at home, not at the library! I don't think any boy
needs lessons in that. Once he pops a boner and learns how good it feels to
play with it...and gets over the shock of shooting all that mystery cum for
the first time, there's no going back. But I didn't really have any close
friends to play with or to learn from, not sex stuff, anyway. Boys my own
age were scared of my Mom, who just didn't trust "outsiders." Like I said,
overprotective lunatic.

Fortunately, Dad finally put up a good fight about the business trip, and
when my next school break came around, he and I were on an airplane flying
across the country for his business trip and to visit Grandpa Tommy (my
dad's dad).

"Your grandpa won't hardly recognize you, Sammy," Dad said as he looked at
me looking out the window at the clouds. "It's been so long since he last
saw you."

"We video chatted last week!" I laughed.

"Still, not the same as seeing you in person. There's more to see than just
your face," Dad replied with a smile. "You've grown a lot recently."

"I guess," I replied as I looked back at the clouds and thought about
Grandpa Tommy. Tall. Solid. Graying hair. Big laugh. Widowed. Living alone
in the big city. He was some sort of executive. Publishing. A big hot shot,
as Dad referred to him jokingly. He was as likely to be wearing a suit and
tie for our video chats as a tight-fitting T-shirt. He definitely worked
out. So did Dad. I always wished I was more like them, with more muscle on
my skinny skeleton. "You think Grandpa will take me to the gym with him?" I
asked suddenly.

"Um, maybe, if you ask him. Why?" my dad asked with a curious look.

"Gotta start sometime," I replied, raising my arm to flex my non-existent
muscle.

"You never asked to join me at the gym," he observed.

"You never offered either," I countered with a smile. "And I didn't figure
Mom would allow it," I added honestly, turning to look back out the window.

"Fair enough," Dad replied. "Do you want to join me at the gym when we get
home? If I can convince your mother."

"I'll think about it," I said with a smile.

"Smart ass," Dad laughed.

"Language!" I said, imitating my mother, who hated when Dad let any strong
language slip around her.

***** Dad was asleep and snoring by the time all those sodas I drank at the
airport kicked in. Fortunately, most of the other nearby passengers were
listening to the in-flight entertainment on their earphones, so he wasn't
bothering them. I climbed over him to get into the aisle and came face to
face with a handsome young flight attendant.

"Is the snorer your dad?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, sorry," I apologized.

"If you need a break, I might be able to find you a seat somewhere a little
more quiet."

"I'm used to it," I admitted.

"Well, if you need anything, just ring for me."

"I just need to pee," I blurted.

"Back there," the flight attendant smiled, motioning toward the back of the
airplane. Then he gave me a wink and walked on up the aisle.

When I reached the toilet, I was relieved to see the indicator was
"Vacant." I yanked the door open and started to step in, but then I
froze. There was a guy about Dad's age already sitting on the toilet...with
his dick in his hand. And it was hard! Of course, I couldn't help staring.

"Can I help you?" the guy finally asked, with his hand paused but not
releasing his dick.

"It said it was vacant," I mumbled.

"We'll it's obviously not, so either close the door or come on in," he said
casually. And then he shocked me by smiling at me and slowly starting to
stroke his hard dick.

I looked around quickly, gulped, and then squeezed into the toilet, closing
the door behind me and making sure to switch it to "Occupied." As if I
needed to justify myself for joining a man stroking his hard cock in an
airplane toilet, I muttered, "I really need to pee."

"Better get your cock out then," the guy replied with a smile. I wasn't
sure what he had in mind, other than maybe me peeing between his legs. I
wasn't sure my aim would be that good, especially if the plane hit any
turbulence. "Well?" he said, with a raised eyebrow.

I unzipped my jeans, reached inside my underwear and pulled out my
dick. "I'm not..." Before I could finish, he reached out with his free
hand, grabbed my thigh, and pulled me right up to him.

"Let go whenever you're ready," he said, then he shocked me again by
wrapping his lips around my soft dick and my balls! "Mmmmph!" he grunted,
as if it was an order.

"You want me to pee in your mouth?" I asked. I couldn't believe anyone
would want that. It certainly never happened in any of the Mom-approved
books.

"Mmmmph!" he repeated as he slipped his hand around to my behind and pulled
my crotch tight against his face. I reflexively grabbed his head with both
hands for balance. "Mmmmmm," he sighed. I glanced down and saw that he was
still slowly stroking his hard dick as he waited.

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and I willed my body to relax. Before I
knew it, I was actually peeing in a stranger's mouth. And there was a lot
of it. I kept looking the guy in the eyes, which bugged out just a bit when
he got more than he expected, but then they seemed to twinkle with pleasure
as he gulped and gulped and gulped down my steaming hot piss. Yeah, I knew
in that instant that it was piss, not just pee. It was a whole different
thing.

I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath the whole time until I
could feel that my torrent of piss had dwindled down to a final few
drops. I heaved a sigh of relief and began to breathe again, only to
realize that the guy had started sucking on my dick. "What are you doing?"
I asked innocently.

The stranger let my dick slip from between his lips and then asked,
"Haven't you had your dick sucked before, boy?" I silently shook my head
no. "Do you want to?" he asked, and I shrugged. "Well, you just say when
you've had enough," he smiled before taking my dick back into his mouth.

I could feel my dick stiffening up, like when I played with myself, and
like the stranger's dick already was. I looked down between my belly and
his face and saw that he was still slowly stroking his own dick as he
sucked on mine. I couldn't believe what was happening. First, a guy drank
my piss and now he was sucking on my dick.

"Mmmmm," he moaned softly as he slid his lips up and down the shaft. It
felt even better than playing with myself. The plane hit a bump, and I
grabbed his head again for balance. He let out what seemed to be a groan of
pleasure as my fingers became entwined in his hair and I accidentally
pulled. I finally closed my eyes and began enjoying the new sensations that
were running through my body, all coming from my cock. Yeah, I knew in that
moment that it was more than a dick. It was my cock, and the guy wanted
it. Mom would not be happy, I laughed to myself. But I sure was. It was new
and exciting!

Eventually, I felt his free hand gripping the seat of my jeans and
gradually pulling my cock into his mouth and then pulling it out again. My
muscles slowly got into the swaying rhythm, and before I knew it, I was
fucking his mouth, not that I knew anything about fucking before that
either! From one shocking surprise to another. I couldn't believe what was
happening. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got, and the
faster I plunged my hard cock into the stranger's sucking, slurping mouth.

"Oh god," I finally grunted, realizing I was reaching that point of no
return where I had to stop playing with myself or unload. "You better
stop," I hissed.

The stranger quickly pulled off of my cock and asked nervously, "Why?"

"I was about to... Well, I... You know. Shoot."

The stranger laughed and grinned. "That's the idea, boy," he finally said
and quickly engulfed my cock again. He grabbed the seat of my jeans to get
me into the swaying fucking motion again. I still couldn't believe
it. First he drank my piss. Now he wanted me to cum in his mouth?

"Mmmmmph!" he grunted as he eagerly sucked on my hard, plunging cock.

Well, if he wanted it, he was going to get it, and soon. I gripped his head
tightly and began frantically fucking his mouth. It felt better than
playing with myself ever had! My body was tingling. My muscles were
tensing. My balls were tightening like never before. My eyes rolled back
into my head, and I let out a deep guttural moan as my cock erupted in the
stranger's mouth.

"Mmmmmph!" he moaned as he eagerly sucked and swallowed. Shot after shot
after shot. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing.

"Unnngh!" I finally grunted when I knew I was finished. I let out a long
exhale and panted like I'd run a hundred-meter dash in record time. I
grunted again as my body convulsed one last time and my sensitive cock told
me it couldn't handle any more. "I'd better get back to my seat," I mumbled
as I pulled my empty, deflating cock out of the stranger's mouth.

He grinned at me as I tucked myself back in my jeans and zipped up. "Was
that really the first time you ever did anything like that?"

"Yeah," I muttered, unable to look him in the eye.

"Could have fooled me, kid," he replied. I got up the nerve to look at his
smiling face just as he licked his lips. "Best in-flight meal I've ever
had," he added. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I replied courteously before I could stop myself. He
chuckled in response as I quickly unlocked the door and stepped out into
the aisle.

"Whoa, there," the cute flight attendant said as I bumped into him.

"Sorry," I replied.

"No problem. Looks like you found the toilet," he said with a smile.

"Yes, thanks." I had barely finished my reply before we both heard the
click and noticed that the toilet indicator had suddenly switched back to
"Occupied." The attendant looked quizzically at the door and then back at
me, and I was sure I was blushing a bright red.

"Did you just join the Mile High Club?" he said with a grin.

"The what?" I asked, not having a clue.

"You'd better get back to your seat before your dad wakes up. And I
wouldn't mention the club to him if I was you," he added with a grin and a
glance at my crotch.

I still wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I guessed that he had
some idea what I'd just done. I was mortified. If it was possible to turn
an even brighter shade of red, I'm sure I did, before quickly heading past
him and back to my seat.

*****

"It's so good to see you in person, Sammy!" Grandpa said as he hugged me
tightly at the front door of his apartment with his chin resting on the top
of my head.

"It hasn't been that long," Dad laughed as Grandpa continued to hug me
tightly.

Grandpa reluctantly released me and held the apartment door open. "Come on
in and put your stuff down."

"You never told me you'd redecorated," Dad observed as he looked around the
apartment.

"Well," Grandpa replied, "after your mom died, I thought I should make a
fresh start. Gave me something to do in the beginning, anyway."

"Sorry," Dad said. "I didn't mean..."

"Still just one bedroom, though. You sure you two can handle sharing the
sofa bed?" Grandpa asked with a smile.

"Unless he starts snoring," I laughed.

"Smart ass," Dad replied, smacking me playfully on the back of my head.

"Some things never change," Grandpa laughed. "If it gets too noisy for you,
you can always join me, Sammy," he added, putting his arm around me.

"Thanks Grandpa," I replied, putting my arms around his waist and giving
him another hug.

*****

Sure enough, I woke up in the middle of the night with Dad snoring away
like an over-powered chainsaw. I tried covering my head with a pillow, but
that didn't work. Finally, I just took my pillow and headed off to
Grandpa's bedroom.

I was surprised to see that Grandpa had forgotten to turn out the light on
his nightstand. I squinted against the brightness, since my eyes were used
to the darkness of the rest of the apartment, as I moved closer to the
bed. I'd originally planned to slip under the sheet without disturbing
Grandpa, but I was mesmerized by the sight that greeted me that
night. There was a big tent right in the middle of Grandpa's crotch. I
stifled a giggle at the thought that I wasn't the only one who got a stiffy
in the night.

Naturally, my amusement quickly turned to curiosity...especially after
having seen the stranger's hard dick on the airplane only a few hours
earlier. I put my pillow down on the bed and carefully gripped the top edge
of the sheet. Keeping an eye on Grandpa's face, I began peeling back the
sheet. I glanced down quickly to see his muscular chest as it was revealed,
covered in a forest of dark hair. I quickly looked up at his face again,
but he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

My eyes slid back down over Grandpa's body, following the path of hair as
it narrowed over his firm belly, which was moving slightly as he breathed
in his sleep. I looked back up at his face to confirm that he was still
asleep, then I returned my gaze to the final revelation.

I held my breath as I pulled the sheet back more and revealed the engorged
head of Grandpa's dick hovering in the air. For a second, I was confused,
because it didn't look like mine when I played with myself or even the
guy's on the airplane. There seemed to be extra skin engulfing the head,
with only the very tip peeking out. I was fascinated by my first sight of
what I later learned was foreskin, and I reflexively licked my lips. I was
shocked by that impulsive reaction, but it didn't stop me from looking!

I bit my lower lip in a silent reprimand, then my eyes slid down over the
hard shaft. Thick, dark, bulging veins ran up and down and circled
around. My impulse was to reach out and trace the veins for myself, but I
resisted. I just kept taking them all in as my eyes slid all the way down
to where Grandpa's dick emerged from the fly of his boxers.

I looked at Grandpa's dick for what must have been the longest time, then I
had the sudden urge to find out what it felt like. I started slowly to
reach out for it, but it suddenly flexed and bounced, and I jumped back. I
looked quickly at Grandpa's face and expected to see him glaring at me, but
he was still sound asleep. When his dick stopped bouncing, I moved closer
and reached out for it.

I could feal the warmth of his flesh in my palm before I even made
contact. It was radiating heat, or maybe it was just my nerves. I took a
sudden intake of breath when my fingers finally wrapped around Grandpa's
dick. Then I paused. The heat was just as intense, but I was surprised at
how velvety soft his skin felt. Not hard and rigid like it looked. And not
like my own dick felt when I played with it. I was surprised at how
different it felt to be handling someone else's dick.

Then, I slowly and gently began pulling the loose flesh down toward his
balls. As I did, more and more of his dick slid out of the sheath. Rather
than letting go and repositioning my hand, I gripped closer to the head
with my other hand and continued pulling down the loose skin until the head
was totally free...and glistening in the light. I could see clear pearly
liquid beaded in the slit. Just then, the bead rolled off and dripped down
toward Grandpa's belly, but it was held in the air by an ever-thinning
strand.

I watched in a daze as I released his dick with one hand and placed a
finger in the direct downward line of that strand. The moment that clear
liquid, which I later learned was called precum, touched my finger, the
memory of the stranger swallowing my load entered my mind and I quickly
raised my precum-covered finger to my mouth and sucked it clean.

From that first taste of Grandpa's sweet nectar, his dick became his
COCK. It wasn't just a thing to admire. I suddenly wanted it so bad. Not
that I knew exactly what that really meant, other than I wanted more of
that delicious sweetness. I stuck out my tongue and leaned in. I tightened
my grip on the velvety shaft and stroked toward the tip.

The foreskin pushed back around the head as more precum oozed out. I slowly
licked off the new precum and was surprised when Grandpa's cock suddenly
flexed and slapped against my outstretched tongue. I gripped the shaft
tightly and lunged slightly forward to trap the tip with my lips wrapped
around it.

As I jacked Grandpa's cock, the smooth skin slid easily up and down the
shaft in my palm. My tongue dipped into the piss slit for more precum, and
my lips tightened behind the head of Grandpa's cock. The last thing I
wanted at that point was to let it go.

Suddenly, I could feel more blood pumping into Grandpa's cock. Causing the
shaft to thicken and stiffen and turn a darker shade of red. I felt it
throbbing and pulsing in my hands. From all the times I'd played with
myself, I knew what was going to happen. Visions of the stranger gulping
down my load on the airplane shot into my head, and I suddenly panicked.

I quickly pulled off of Grandpa's cock and let it go. I watched for a
moment as it slapped loudly against his belly then pulsed and jumped in the
air. I was ready to watch Grandpa shoot his load, but then I realized he
was going to make a mess all over himself. I had no idea how I would
explain that! I sat up and quickly whipped off my sleeping T-shirt, then I
spread it over Grandpa's belly to catch the load that I knew was coming.

After stretching back out beside Grandpa and pushing the bulge in my pajama
bottoms against his hairy thigh, I concentrated on his throbbing cock
again. I reached out and took the hot shaft in my fist again and started
slowly stroking it for him. I looked up once or twice, scared that I would
see him glaring at me, but he still seemed to be sound asleep!

I could feel his cock getting harder. Hotter. Stiffer. I looked below my
jacking hand and saw his big balls had escaped from his boxers as their
hairy sack had tightening up. I gulped as his cock suddenly started pulsing
frantically in my grasp. He was ready to come. I couldn't believe what I
was doing or what was about to happen, but I couldn't stop myself.

Suddenly, a rope of thick, white cum shot out of the head of Grandpa's cock
and across my T-shirt on his belly. Again, the sight of the stranger's
ecstatic face as he gulped my cum on the airplane shot into my head. I
wanted that pleasure! Without thinking twice, I stretched toward Grandpa's
cock. A second load shot out and streaked across my cheek. Then my mouth
engulfed him and the next hot, salty, thick load shot right into my mouth.

I nearly gagged at how different it tased from the sweet precum, but I
still wanted more. I tried to gulp it down as quickly as he was filling my
mouth, but some cum escaped and oozed down over his shaft and my hand that
was still pumping him. I gulped again to force the accumulating cum down my
throat as more oozed into my mouth and slid across my tongue.

I froze as Grandpa's cock stopped throbbing in my hand and started to
relax. I could feel it start to deflate as I continued stroking him to
force more cum out of his cock and into my mouth. It was at that point that
I realized how excited I was and how heavy I was breathing. I took a deep
breath and tried to calm down.

Another quick look assured me that Grandpa was somehow still asleep. That
helped me relax more. I smiled at my cum-covered fist then let go of
Grandpa's cock so I could lick my fingers clean. Once that was done, I
leaned in and licked as much off of the shaft is possible. I even stuck my
tongue inside the boxers' slit to suck out what had slid down to the base
of his shaft. I saw that his boxers were wet, but there wasn't anything I
could do about that, other than hope they dried out before he woke up in
the morning.

I watched closely as that magnificent cock that had just fed me my first
grandpa load slowly softened and wilted. When it was possible, I gently
tucked it back inside Grandpa's boxers as if nothing had happened. Then I
lifted my T-shirt off of his belly. I couldn't resist holding it up to my
nose and inhaling the strong scent of Grandpa's cum. Then I shoved the
fabric into my mouth and sucked as much of the liquid out as I could. It
wasn't enough. I figured it would never be enough. But it had to do. I
tossed the T-shirt onto the floor and then snuggled up against Grandpa.

I gently ran my fingers through the hair on his chest as I gazed
contentedly at his body. His muscular, hairy, cum-making body. When my
fingers slid across his nipple, I was surprised to find that it wasn't
flat. The center was hard and pointed. I leaned in and flicked my tongue
across it. Then I relaxed into it and began sucking gently on it, as if I
was a baby. I'd never felt so relaxed in my life...and I'd never fallen
asleep so quickly.

*****

"You gonna sleep all day, Sammy?" Grandpa asked, throwing a pillow on top
of me.

"What?" I asked groggily. I was still worn out from my nighttime
adventure. "Is it morning already?"

"Up and at 'em!" Grandpa called cheerfully. I looked over and was shocked
to see a few spots of dry white cum in his chest hair. How had I missed
that? I didn't have time to worry about it, though, because Dad stepped
into the open bedroom door at that moment.

"There you are!" he observed, as if I'd gone missing.

"You were snoring," I said quickly.

"Well, I hope you didn't bother Grandpa," Dad replied.

"Not at all," Grandpa said, as he casually scratched his hairy chest with
both hands. He paused with a slightly surprised look on his face, then he
looked down at his chest. He brushed at the spots of dried cum. "You know I
can sleep through anything," he finally said, giving me a wink.

I'm sure I went a dozen shades of red. Did he know what I'd done? Maybe he
thought he'd had a wet dream. But then there would have been more cum! I
should have thought about that and just let him shoot all over himself! Of
course, my own cock throbbed at that thought, so I shoved the image aside
quickly. "I tried not to bother you."

"And I'm sure you didn't," Grandpa replied. "Your grandma used to say I
could sleep through a tornado, a thunderstorm, and a hurricane all at
once. And still produce a boner when she needed it," he added with a laugh.

"Dad!" my dad objected quickly. "That's not--"

"Loosen up, Ernie. Sammy here's going to be hearing a lot worse at college,
and probably doing a lot worse," Grandpa declared, giving me another
conspiratorial wink.

"You don't have to be so vulgar about it, though, Dad," my dad continued to
object.

"I don't know what you're getting so riled up for. If your mother hadn't
taken a few late-night rides on my equipment when she felt like it and I
was dead to the world, you probably wouldn't be here."

"That's really enough, Dad."

"Of course, she always tied a nice ribbon around my junk to let me know
when she and I had a good time."

"Okay, Sammy, out you go," Dad ordered.

"When did you lose your sense of humor?" Grandpa asked Dad.

"It's okay, Grandpa," I said, climbing out of bed and heading toward the
door.

"Yes, sir, she had the good manners to let me know what she'd been up to,"
Grandpa said casually as he stopped to pick up my T-shirt. Another sly grin
spread across his face as he felt how stiff it was with dried cum. "Don't
forget your shirt, Sammy," he said as he tossed it across the room to me.

"Thanks, Grandpa," I muttered as I caught the shirt. He might not have
known exactly what happened, but he certainly knew something had
happened. Maybe since it was my shirt, the thought I'd been playing with
myself and just accidentally splattered him. I felt a little relieved at
that thought.

"I think I'll sleep in here tonight," Dad suddenly said.

"No!" I objected too quickly and too vehemently. "I mean, there's no need
risking you disturbing Grandpa with your snoring."

"The boy's got a point," Grandpa laughed.

"I thought you could sleep through anything," Dad replied with a grin.

"Nearly anything," Grandpa said casually with yet another wink at
me. "Don't worry, I'll watch my language around Sammy from now on."

"Okay, if you promise," Dad replied reluctantly.

"About my language, yes, I promise. Can't promise anything else," he added
with a smile at me. "Now you boys better clear out. I need to get ready for
work."

"What do you want for breakfast?" Dad asked as he pushed me out the door.

"I'm not that hungry," I replied without thinking. Grandpa started laughing
as Dad closed the door.


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