Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2020 21:55:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 12 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! SUMMER WITH GRAMPS PART 12 As summer began to wind down, I began spending more and more time at Hank's place. Sometimes helping with his chores. Often swapping cum in one way or another. Always just enjoying being near him. One evening when Dad and Gramps had joined us, the conversation turned to my impending trip to the university for orientation. Dad and Hank both volunteered to drive me, but Gramps insisted it was his prerogative. "I've put up with this cockhound all summer," Gramps grumbled. "I wanna make sure that college can handle him." "More likely to scout out some new young boys who might want an occasional trip to the farm when studies get too boring," Dad joked. "Never hurts to look over the stock," Gramps replied. "Well, I think we'll manage to find something to keep us busy while you're doing that," Dad said, giving Hank a wink. "Maybe invite Paul around for a three-hand game of cards," Hank grinned. "Fuck you both," I said, punching Hank on the arm. "If we're lucky and Paul is up for it," Dad laughed. "When was Paul ever not up for it?" Hank asked. Dad, Gramps, and Hank looked at each other and then all yelled, "Never!" Just then, Hank's phone rang. He went and answered it. "Hello? Yes, Mary, they're all still over here. Will do." He hung up the phone and then smiled at Gramps. "Your presence is required...demanded...back at your own farm." "She can wait," Gramps grumbled. "Sounds like we're just getting started," he added, giving his crotch a nice massage to indicate he was up for it even if Paul wasn't around. "Come on, Gramps," my dad said, standing up and heading for the door. "Plenty of time for that later." "Spoil sport," Gramps growled, but he stood up and followed my dad. "Come on, Charlie," he called over his shoulder. "If we can't play, you can't either." "I'll be back later," I said softly to Hank and gave him a long, slow, deep kiss. "I'll be waiting," he replied as he stroked my cheek. "Ready and waiting," he added with a wink. ***** Hank sounded really disappointed when I called later to tell him that Gran insisted on me staying home so I could get to bed at a "reasonable" time and be on the road early with Gramps. "I'll make it up to you," I promised. "You sure will," Hank replied. "God, you make me so horny. Just the thought of you." I glanced around quickly to make sure no one was listening to my phone conversation. "Are you hard?" I whispered. "Oh yeah," Hank growled. "Are you stroking it?" "I will if you want me to," Hank whispered. "I want you to," I whispered back, continuing to keep an eye out in case Gran decided to come see why I was on the phone. Hank sighed, and I knew he was in action. "Wish it was your hand holding my cock," he moaned. "Me too," I replied. "Feels so warm and velvety." "And hard," Hank laugh. "That too," I laughed back. "Is it leaking?" "You know it is," Hank replied. "Wanting you to lick it up." "So shiny and sweet." "Mmmmmmm, sure is," Hank moaned. "Are you eating it?" I asked eagerly. "Someone has to," Hank sighed. "I wish you were here, Charlie." "So do I, Hank. More than anything. Just picture me between your knees. Licking your balls while you stroke that hard cock," I whispered, then looked around quickly. "Need you so bad," Hank moaned. "Sucking your balls," I hissed. "That's it, boy," Hank sighed. "Fingering your hole. Waiting for you to cover my face in hot cum," I growled, then looked around again. "I'd like that," Hank panted, and I knew he wasn't wasting time at the other end of the line. I could hear the slapping of flesh. "Yeah, pump that cock, Hank. Faster." "Fuck, Charlie, this is so hot," he groaned. "Come on, Hank, shoot that load for me," I ordered softly. "Oh, fuck, Charlie." "You can do it, Hank. Just for me. Shoot that load for your boy." "I'm gonna... Oh, Charlie." "Do it, Hank!" I ordered. "FUCK!" Hank roared. "I'M CUMMING, CHARLIE! FUCK YEAH!" "That's it, Hank! All over my face!" "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU'RE HOT, CHARLIE!" "Wish I was getting covered with your hot cum right now." I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and snapped my head around quickly. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw it was Dad standing in the doorway and grinning at me. He gave me a wink and walked away. "Damn, Charlie, I've never had phone sex before," Hank panted. "That was hot." "Was it a big load?" I laughed. Hank laughed back and then confirmed, "It sure was. You definitely got my juices flowing." He panted for a few seconds and then added, "Quite a few loads worth of juices. Mmmmmm." "Are you eating it?" I asked eagerly. "Yep, but pretending it's yours." "I wish it was," I moaned, finally conscious of my own hardon straining inside my jeans. I'd been concentrating on Hank's urges and ignoring my own. "Licking your body. Swapping cum. Kissing you." "Sounds good to me," he sighed, and I knew he was coming down from the orgasm high. "I'll miss you," I finally said. "It's only a day trip," he laughed. "You know what I mean," I said sadly. "When school really does start." There was silence for a few moments, then Hank said, "I'll miss you too, but this was a pretty good substitute for the real thing." "For you, maybe," I laughed. "You weren't scared to death your grandma would walk in on you." "Sorry," Hank replied, and I could hear a little guilt in that one word. "No, I'm sorry, Hank. Sorry I couldn't be there like I wanted to tonight. I will definitely be calling you a lot from college." "I'll look forward to it," Hank replied, and he sounded a little happier. "I love you, Hank." "I love you too, Charlie." After a few seconds of silence, just listening to each other breathe, Hank said, "Now, go get your dad or grandpa to help you finish what I can't." I laughed and then said, "I'll be over to see you as soon as I get back." "I'll look forward to it. Good night, Charlie." "Good night, Hank." There was a long pause as we listened to each other breathing for a few seconds more, then Hank hung up. "What are you still doing up?" Gran asked. I fumbled the phone and managed to hang it up as I spun around to see Gran standing in the doorway. "Uh, I was just letting Hank know that I would be over as soon as I got back. He has some work he can't do on his own. Not as well anyway." I smiled innocently at Gran. "You've done a good job helping your grandpa out on the farm this summer. I'm proud of you," she said casually. "And I'm extra proud that you've been helping Hank and Mr. Geary as well. You've got a lot of love in you." If she only knew! "Thanks, Gran, it's been a good summer. I've learned a lot." Sensing that the sudden shock of discovery had quickly deflated my hardon, I confidently gave Gran a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good night." "Good night," she replied. And as I headed off to the bed I was sharing with Dad, she called, "Don't stay up late chatting with your dad like a pair of little kids." "We won't," I assured her...as I felt my hardon quickly returning. ***** Apparently, Dad didn't plan on staying up late either. When I entered the bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of Dad in bed on his knees with his chest pressed to the mattress and his bare ass stuck up in the air. I quickly closed the door behind me. "I figured you'd need a little something after that call with Hank," Dad said casually. "I sure as fuck do," I confirmed as I scrambled out of my clothes and released my engorged cock. "It's all lubed up and ready for entry," Dad informed me. "Are you sure?" I asked, just a little bit surprised, in spite of everything, that my own dad really wanted me to fuck him. "If you're big enough to fuck your grandpa, you're big enough to fuck your dad," he assured me. "And he sure seemed to enjoy it." "You're the best, Dad," I said, quickly climbing in bed with him. "I know this is probably just going to be a quickie," Dad laughed, "so enjoy yourself." "Yeah, Hank got me pretty worked up," I confirmed as I took my position, gripped my shaft, and aimed the head at Dad's exposed pucker. "Did you get him off?" Dad asked casually. "Oh yeah," I moaned as my cock slid easily into Dad's greased-up hole. "I sure did." "It sounded like it. Good thing it was me and not your grandma who heard that part of your phone conversation." "Is she really oblivious to everything going on around here?" I asked as my dick slid deeper into Dad's hole. "I've never really known, Son," Dad replied. "But we all play it as if she doesn't have a clue. I expect you to keep doing the same." "I'm not gonna ruin a good thing," I assured him as I bottomed out in his butt. "Damn, Dad, I can't believe we're doing this." "I can't believe we're just now doing this," Dad laughed. I gripped Dad's hips tightly and began to withdraw. "I never imagined anything like this before this summer," I assured him. "We were just waiting until you were ready for it." "Oh, I was ready for it," I replied, thrusting my cock deep inside his ass again. "Oh, God, Charlie, so am I," Dad moaned. "Fuck your daddy, Son." "Fuck, Dad, this feels so amazing," I grunted as I tightened my grip on Dad's hips and really began fucking his tight, slick asshole. "Sure does," Dad moaned. "I've been waiting years for this, Son." "Oh yeah?" I grunted. Really pounding his hole. My swinging balls slapping his flesh. My groin smacking against his butt cheeks. My cock plunging into his guts. Hard. And deep. "Oh yeah," Dad moaned. "Always wanted to take my son's cock as well as my dad's." "Maybe someday you'll take them both," I growl. "Shit, that would be so fucking hot, Charlie." "Or you could both do me?" I grunted. "Whatever you want, Son," Dad panted. "Just fuck me now," he added, thrusting his ass back to meet my pounding dick, forcing me deeper. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Wish this would last," I grunted, knowing it wouldn't. It couldn't. Hank already had me too worked up. "It won't be the last time," Dad assured me. "Do it, Son." I gave Dad's ass a hard slap. I felt his ass suddenly spasm tighter on my cock, and he moaned appreciatively. I did it again and felt his hole grip my meat even tighter. "You like that?" I growled. "Oh yeah, I like that," Dad groaned. "So fucking tight," I grunted, giving his ass another slap and feeling him continue getting tighter and tighter on my cock. Gripping me with his ass muscles. Tighter and tighter as I fucked faster and faster. "Give it to me, Son," Dad panted. "I need my boy's cum in me at last." "Oh fuck, Dad," I groaned as I felt my balls tightening up and my muscles going into overdrive to fuck his ass faster and faster. "Do it, Son. Do it," he begged. My fingertips dug into the flesh on his hips, yanking his ass back onto my thrusting cock. "Oh, Daddy," I moaned. "You can do it, Charlie. You can do it." "FUCK!" I growled between gritted teeth as I gave my hips one final thrust and Dad's ass one final yank to impale him as deep as possible on my throbbing cock. "CUMMING!" I growled, still between gritted teeth. "That's my boy," Dad moaned as my cock throbbed in his ass. "Breed your dad!" "YES!" I yelled as my balls released their load and my cock started pumping shot after shot after shot of hot jizz into Dad's ass. "FUCK, YEAH!" I growled loud but low. "Let it go, Son. Fill your daddy's ass." "OH, DAD. DAD. DAD." I panted with each sudden spasm of my body. Emptying my balls into my dad. Dad reached back and gripped my thighs. "That's it, Son," he whispered. "That's it. Let it go." "FUCK!" I grunted as my body released one huge, unexpected final spasm and emptied my balls completely. "Yeah, that's it," Dad whispered as he slowly and gently rubbed his hands up and down my quivering thighs. "That's it. Relax now, Son. Enjoy the feeling." I willed my body to relax as Dad instructed, and I could suddenly feel him gently flexing his ass muscles on my cock, as if he was massaging it somehow. Working every drop of cum out of it and into his ass. "Oh yeah," I sighed as I began gently massaging the hips I'd been gripping so tightly only a few seconds earlier. "We're definitely doing this again," Dad finally sighed. "I don't think you have a choice," I laughed. "That's my boy," Dad laughed in reply. He slowly spread out and flattened his body on the mattress and I sank down on top of him. "Love you, Dad," I said as we rolled on our sides and spooned with my softening cock still firmly inside is cum-filled asshole. "Love you too, Son. More than ever." And again, I felt him tighten and loosen and tighten his ass grip on my cock. "Good night," he finally sighed. "Good night," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and nestling my forehead against the back of his neck. ***** As Gran feared, I overslept. Dad insisted that he could do all the chores himself, but Gramps grumbled that I had to pay for my pleasure. "I'm not deaf. I know what you boys got up to last night. It's a good thing your mother's room is farther away than mine." "It always has been a good thing," Dad laughed. "That's true," Gramps replied with a reluctant grin. "Come on, the cows won't milk themselves...unlike Charlie." "Hey!" I objected with a laugh as we headed out to do the chores. ***** As Gramps and I neared the town where my future university was located, there was a sign for the last rest area on that stretch of the road. "Wanna stop?" I asked with a grin and a grope of my crotch. "If you hadn't fucked about and wasted so much time this morning, I would have said yes. As it is, we don't have the time." "Sorry," I replied, honestly regretting the lost opportunity to suck Gramps' cock...or for him to suck mine...or both. When I get stressed, I do tend to get horny as well. I could have used the relief. But it was my fault, so I just shrugged it off as Gramps drove past the rest area and headed on to town. ***** I had a tight schedule of things I had to do on campus. Orientation. Faculty advisor. "New students" reception with the university president. I wasn't sure what Gramps was going to do with all that free time, but he did join me to check out my dorm room before I headed off to check out the rest of university life. "Think I'll catch forty winks," Gramps said as he stretched out on my bed. "Maybe go find something to eat later." "Don't eat anything I wouldn't eat," I laughed. "Just leave the door unlocked if you go out, so you can get back in. I'll meet you back here at the end of the day." "If I decide to stick around," Gramps replied with a grin. "Fuck you," I said as I prepared to leave. "If I decide to stick around," Gramps repeated with a laugh. "Later, Gramps," I threw over my shoulder as I left the dorm room and headed to orientation. ***** Things went pretty much as expected until I went to see my assigned faculty advisor to discuss my academic interests and what I saw myself doing for the next four years. I checked the office number and knocked. "Come in!" I opened the door and stuck my head in. "Professor Brooks?" "Yes," the man confirmed, looking up from some papers. The face looked familiar, and I paused a little too long to consider it. "Is there something I can do for you." A smile spread across my face as the realization finally came to me. I stepped inside the office, closed the door behind me, and locked it. "Well, you could do the same thing you did at the rest area at the beginning of the summer." Professor Brooks looked at me blankly. "I don't know..." "While your wife chatted with my mother in the picnic area." Professor Brooks started a quick retreat. "I think you have me mistaken with someone else." "No, I definitely remember your face when you came out of the restroom as we were driving away." Professor Brooks remained silent, so I finally continued. "I really liked it. But if you would rather I sucked you instead, I'm up for that too." "That wouldn't be appropriate," he replied sternly, but it wasn't a definite no. "You're my advisor. I'm here to learn all I can from your years of experience," I smiled, slowly rubbing my crotch. "Didn't my cum taste good enough for you?" "Yes, it did," he let slip. "So you do remember?" I asked. "It's not something I do on a regular basis, I assure you," he replied defensively. "Then I really am the lucky one, Professor," I replied, adjusting the growing hardon in my jeans. He licked his lips and then said nervously, "You won't tell anyone?" "Just you and me. Private academic consultations whenever you want. You are my advisor." While waiting for him to make up his mind, I unfastened my jeans and slid the zipper down very slowly. "I..." The remaining objection died on his lips as I reached in and extracted my hard cock from my underwear. "Last chance," I said, as I slowly stroked the rigid shaft. "If you say no, we're still good. You'll just be losing out on four years of fun. I like daddies," I added as a final incentive. Professor Brooks stood up at his desk and showed the hardon tent in his trousers. "I've never done anything with a student before," he assured me. "There's a first time for everything," I replied, stepping closer as I continued stroking my shaft. Looking down, I worked a bead of precum up through my piss slit and casually wiped it on my thumb. I then looked at the professor as I brought my thumb up to my mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmmm," I sighed as I continued sucking my thumb and looking at the professor. "I hope you don't make me regret this," he finally mumbled before quickly stepping up to me and falling on his knees at my feet. "I won't," I replied as he wrapped a hand around my throbbing shaft and quickly leaned in to lap up a new bead of precum that oozed out. "Mmmmm," he moaned, licking his lips quickly before wrapping them around the head of my rock-hard cock. "I definitely I won't," I sighed as the lips slid slowly down my shaft and his tongue trailed along the under-ridge. He slowly sucked up and down my cock, swirling his tongue around the head and tasting more of my oozing precum. "Just like I remembered it," I moaned. Professor Brooks pulled off of my cock but kept stroking the saliva-covered shaft. "Me too. I've been thinking about this cock all summer. I hadn't sucked dick since I was a teenager, but when I saw your young flesh through that gloryhole, I suddenly remembered just how much I liked it." "You sure hadn't lost your technique," I laughed. "But since it was my first blowjob, I didn't have anything to compare it too." "Really, I was your first?" he asked with obvious pleasure. "First blowjob, yes. But it has been a very educational summer," I smiled. "Oh fuck," he moaned before quickly swallowing me again. As he worked eagerly on my cock, I started telling him about how much I'd learned about sucking and fucking and getting fucked. I didn't name names and definitely didn't divulge relationships, but just talking about the acts seemed to be driving him wild. Sucking eagerly. Playing with my balls. Squeezing them. Tugging on them. He finally pulled off of my cock for a panting breath of air. "You're so hot..." He didn't even know my name! "Charlie," I laughed. "Charlie. I'm definitely glad they assigned you to me." "Sometimes fate is good." "Well, this sure is," he replied before devouring my cock again. He was definitely cock-starved and eager to satiate his appetite. I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair flecked with gray and enjoyed the sensations he was sending through my cock. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and we froze. I looked down at Professor Brooks, who was looking up at me with a panicked expression but not letting my dick slip out of his mouth. I held a finger to my lips for him to remain silent. There was another knock. Another pause. Finally, a piece of paper was slipped under the door, and we could hear footsteps walking away. "Don't stop now," I ordered and Professor Brooks returned to worshipping my cock and balls. Soon, I had my fingers embedded in all that thick hair and was gripping the professor's head as I fucked my dick into this throat. He just relaxed and let me work away. His hands reached around and cupped my butt, massaging my cheeks and pulling my dick deeper into his throat with every thrust. He gagged now and then, but he didn't try to push me away, and I wasn't stopping. I kept fucking that hungry throat. The warm lips sliding up and down my shaft. The rough tongue sliding along the ridge. Back and forth. In and out. Faster and faster. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I finally grunted in warning. He didn't stop. "You want it?" I asked, just to be sure. "Mmmmmmpppphhhh!" he moaned around my cock, desperately pulling on my ass to push my cock deeper into him. "You want it, you got it," I grunted, letting my nerves take over and getting ready to explode. I rabbit-fucked that mouth for all I was worth. Thrusting hard. Deep. Gripping his head tighter. His moans of appreciation got louder and louder, to the point where I was getting a little worried about the noise. "SSSSSHHHHHH!" I hissed, and his moans became softer and deeper. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, looking up with eyes begging for my cum. "Here it cums, Professor," I grunted. "Mmmmmmpppphhhh!" he groaned in eager anticipation. "Almost there," I panted. "Almost there." "Mmmmmmpppphhhh!" he moaned with obvious, yearning desperation. "Oh god, I'm cumming," I finally grunted, slamming my throbbing cock down his throat. The jizz was pumped quickly from my balls through the shaft and into his throat. After the first shot, the professor quickly brought his hands around in front and pushed my hips back, pulling my cock out of his throat and letting it fill his mouth with shot after shot after shot of my hot teen cum. "Mmmmmm!" he moaned as he gulped down my seed almost as quickly as I could shoot it. I could feel some spilling out of his mouth and trickling down over my balls. I quickly reached down to cup my hand under my balls to protect my jeans from any tell-tale cum stains. Professor Brooks was panting heavily when he finally let my spent cock slip from between his lips. After a brief pause to recover, he noticed the cum on my balls and quickly began to lap up the spill. Once he'd sucked my balls clean, he grabbed my wrist and began licking the cum from my palm. I just smiled down and appreciated his eagerness. "Oh shit," he finally panted as he sat down on his office floor. "That was..." "Intense?" I asked with a smile. "Oh yeah," he grinned up at me. "Definitely intense." "You ready for your turn?" I asked when I noticed that his trousers were still tenting. "Oh shit," he said, quickly hopping up to his feet when he looked down and saw the first sign of precum seeping through his trousers. He undid his trousers and grabbed some tissues to wipe the inside of the fabric and then the outside of his underwear. Without giving me a thought, he then pulled down his underwear to wipe the inside and clean off the head of his cock. The moment I saw his cock, I knew I needed it as much as he'd needed mine. "It's definitely your turn now," I said, licking my lips. He looked at the clock and frowned. "I don't have time. I wish I did," he assured me. "But you're not my only appointment." "Holding out for a better candidate?" I asked, half mocking and half serious as I put my cock away and did up my jeans. "No, Charlie, you are the first and only 'candidate,'" he said as he wrapped some precautionary tissues around his cock head before tucking it back in his underwear. "No kid has ever done to me what you're doing to me," he continued as he zipped up his trousers. "I know I shouldn't, but if it's what you want..." "I'm always up for a little fun, Professor," I assured him. "Just let me know whenever your schedule is free for an appointment." "I will definitely do that," Professor Brooks replied as he returned to the seat behind his desk. He pulled a box of breath mints out of a drawer and popped a couple mints into his mouth. Then he looked at me with a serious professorial face. "Now, let's talk about your academic plan for the next four years." "Sounds good to me, Professor," I smiled, taking a seat in the chair facing his desk. ***** "God, that was a long day," I called as I opened the door to my dorm room after all of the other orientation tasks had been done and checked off the list. "About time," Gramps laughed when I entered and closed the door behind me. "We've been wondering where you got to." It was only then that I noticed a guy my age standing next to Gramps by the window. "Oh, hi. I'm Charlie," I said, thinking the guy looked a bit flushed. "Tony," he replied, holding out his hand. "I guess we're roommates, for the next semester anyway," I said as I shook his hand. "Guess so," he agreed, giving Gramps a glance that looked a bit nervous. "I hope Gramps hasn't been bending your ear." "No, no, it's fine," Tony assured me. "Good. Well, I'm ready to head home now if you are, Gramps." "Always ready when you are," Gramps replied. "Hope to see more of you, Tony." "Yes, sir," he replied, and the flush of his cheeks seemed to grow stronger. "See you next week, Tony," I said, as Gramps walked past me and out the door. "Definitely," Tony replied with a nervous smile. ***** "What's up with Tony," I asked Gramps as we left the dorm. "Nothing my mouth couldn't handle," Gramps chuckled. "Are you kidding me?" I asked, knowing full well what he was implying had just happened. He'd sucked off my new roommate! "I couldn't very well leave him high and dry...or hard and dripping...after he took care of me." "Seriously?" I asked with mock shock. "Hey, it's not my fault you couldn't get your lazy ass out of bed early enough to do it yourself. You snooze, you lose." "You are one dirty old man," I laughed. "I love you too, Charlie," Gramps laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "I think you're gonna enjoy it here. The living arrangements certainly have my seal of approval. You'll have to bring Tony home to meet your Dad some weekend." "We'll see about that," I laughed. "But this is definitely the right university for me." ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hotfordads@yahoo.com Remember, always play SAFE in the real world. You never know where that thing has been! You can check out my other stories at www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads