Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2020 13:54:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 4 (gay/incest)

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SUMMER WITH GRAMPS

PART 4

Once I had my own bedroom, things calmed down a bit, but Gramps and I still
managed some sex or other after morning chores and evening
chores. Sometimes just a quick blowjob. Sometimes a fast fuck, with me on
the receiving end. Yes, the hayloft definitely saw a lot of action in those
first few days.

It was more risky for Gramps to sneak into the guest bedroom, either late
at night or early in the morning. But sometimes, he hadn't been satisfied
enough after the evening chores or was too horny to wait until after the
morning chores. That's when he risked getting caught in the hallway if Gran
was up and about. I got used to being woken up by Gramps' hard, leaking
dick forcing my mouth open or his rough fingers working lube into my ass. I
was always glad to oblige.

One morning, I awoke to the strangest but pleasurable sensation focused on
my asshole. "What are you doing?" I asked sleepily.

"Having an early breakfast," Gramps growled. I craned my neck and saw
Gramps' face buried in my ass.

"Oh shit," I moaned.

"You better not," he looked up and laughed before resuming his oral assault
on my ass.

I moaned again as he continued licking and slobbering all over my
hole. Giving my tender skin back there an occasional nip before soothing it
with another lick. Finally, I felt the pressure from his tongue
increase. "Are you gonna...?" He didn't respond except to force his tongue
through my tight opening and into my ass. "Oh god," I groaned pushing my
ass back onto his tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he hummed, and the tremor sent ripples of pleasure through my
body.

"Don't stop, Gramps," I begged.

He growled and almost literally began to eat my asshole. I was in a state
of shock and pure pleasure at the same time. His tongue opened me up. His
teeth scraped my skin. His saliva made me so wet I couldn't stand it. His
strong, rough hands kneaded the backs of my thighs and pushed my legs even
wider apart to give him better access to his feast.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh god, fuck me, Gramps. Fuck me," I
groaned.

"I never could deny you anything," he said with a laugh as he finally came
up for air. "Think you're wet enough?"

"I don't care," I moaned. "I can't wait. Fuck me raw."

"Damn, boy, once you get going, you really get going," he chuckled, and the
bed shifted as he moved into place. He leaned forward, planting one hand on
the mattress for balance and using the other to guide his cock to my
waiting hole.

"Do it, Gramps," I encouraged him. "Fill my ass."

"Mmmm," he sighed as he pressed his dick harder and harder at my back
door. "Might need lube," he grunted.

I just gritted my teeth and shoved my ass back onto his battering ram,
which suddenly popped inside and opened me up. I bit my pillow and let out
a muffled scream followed quickly by a deep moan of satisfaction as my body
adjusted to the desired invasion.

"Ready when you are," Gramps grunted.

After a few more seconds, a minute at most, I slowly began pushing my ass
even farther onto Gramps' cock. He just held his position and let me do all
the work. "Yeah, boy, take that old cock. Nice and slow. Oh yeah, that's
it, Charlie," he sighed. "Nice and slow. Mmmmm, so tight."

I grunted when I finally felt his pubes pressed against my ass and knew I
had every inch of that fat cock inside my ass. "Your dick feels so good,
Gramps."

"It sure does, Charlie, thanks to your juicy ass."

I moaned and enjoyed the sensation of being stuffed for a while. Finally, I
moaned, "Okay, it's all yours."

"Thanks," Gramps acknowledged as he began slowly pulling his cock out of
me. My ass felt empty and there was a bit of a stinging sensation, but just
when I thought he couldn't help but pop out, he slowly started filling my
ass with cock again.

"Thank you, Charlie," he sighed as he slid his meat back into me. I let out
a long, low, appreciative groan.

"You can wake me up any time," I groaned, "when it feels this good."

"You know I will," he chuckled as he pulled out with a little more pace and
filled me again with still more pace. He was getting ready to ride, and my
ass was ready to be ridden.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, Gramps," I moaned into my pillow.

He just planted his other hand on the mattress, like he was doing pushups,
and threw himself into fucking my ass. Deep and
hard. Relentless. Pounding. Pounding. Thrusting deep inside. Plumbing the
depths of my ass. Ramming his cock into my guts.

I grunted and groaned with every thrust and whined for more. "Yes, Gramps,
yes!" I growled into my pillow.

"Tighter, boy, tighter," he grunted, and I clenched my ass cheeks as tight
as I could.

"Oh yeah, that's it. That's how I like it," Gramps panted as my ass gripped
the rigid shaft of his pumping cock. "You know how I like it, Charlie."

"Nice and tight," I moaned.

"Yeah, that's it. Nice and tight," he grunted. He suddenly switched to
sharp, jabbing thrusts that knocked what little wind I had left right out
of me. "Nice." Thrust. "And." Grunt. "Tight." Growl.

"Oh god, yes," I groaned, pushing my ass back to meet each punctuated
invasion by my grandpa's cock.

"You ready for my load?" he panted.

"Yes, oh yes!" I assured him. "Fill my ass with cum, Gramps."

"You've got it, Charlie," he grunted as he forcefully pounded my
ass. Fast. Urgent. Desperate. "Get ready," he panted.

"Do it, Gramps," I grunted as I clenched my ass in a deathgrip on his cock.

"Oh yeah, that's it, Charlie," Gramps panted. "So close. So close."

"Fill me with your fucking hot jizz!" I growled.

Gramps suddenly collapsed all of his weight on me and just rabbit-fucked my
hole. His breath was hot and heavy and fast in my ear. Loud grunts. Rapid
grunts.

"Do it, Gramps. Shoot that load for me," I hissed.

"Here it comes," he warned in a jagged announcement that I could hardly
understand.

"Breed me, Gramps. Breed me," I begged.

"FUCK!" he roared into my ear as he slammed his cock into me and
froze. "OH! FUCK!" he grunted as his body shook and his cock throbbed and
his cum fired into my ass.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, pushing back onto his cock as far as I could to get
his cum as deep in my ass as I could. "Shoot that load, Gramps."

"COULDN'T!" Grunt. "STOP!" Shiver. "IF!" Uncontrolled thrust. "I!"
Moan. "WANTED TO!" Several uncontrolled thrusts pumping the last of his
seed deep into my ass. "Oh, Charlie," he finally hissed in a jagged exhale
as his body began to relax.

"Good morning, Gramps," I laughed.

Gramps panted and chuckled. "It sure is," he finally replied as the panting
began to subside. "Sure is," he repeated as he kissed the back of my neck.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand the weight of his body for much
longer, he planted his hands on the mattress again and pushed up. I was
relieved to have the weight off, but I was disappointed to feel his cock
withdrawing. "Not yet," I moaned with disappointment as his cock head
finally popped out of me.

"Flip over, Charlie."

"What?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.

"On your back," he ordered. "I need to finish my breakfast."

I smiled and flipped over quickly, expecting him to swallow my
cock. Instead, he knelt down, grabbed my calves, and shoved my legs
forward. I grabbed my knees and held them against my chest.

"What...?" Before I could finish, Gramps had his face buried in my ass
again and was sucking out his own cum "Oh fuck, Gramps, that's
so... Fucking! Hot!" As he continued eating my ass, I spread my legs to
gain access to my throbbing cock. "Yeah, eat my cum-filled ass, old man," I
growled as I began pumping away on my rock-hard cock. Faster and faster as
I heard Gramps slurping away on his cummy breakfast.

"Mmmmm," he growled, once again devouring my asshole and all the cum
leaking out of it.

"Oh, Gramps, I'm gonna..." I grunted. I didn't need to finish. He knew what
was next.

"Empty these balls, boy," he growled quickly before sucking my tight balls
into his mouth.

I grabbed the pillow from behind my head and held it over my face as I
screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" Then Gramps suddenly shoved two fingers up my ass
and pulled the trigger. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I roared into the pillow as
streaks of cum shot from my cock and quickly coated my heaving belly and
chest. Shot after shot after shot of hot jizz as Gramps continued sucking
my emptying balls. My body tensing and
thrusting. Contracting. Spasming. Shooting. Exploding.

Gramps finally let me balls slip free. "Looks like these are empty," he
chuckled before climbing between my legs and starting to lick his way up my
body. "Mmmmmm, damn good boy juice," he muttered.

I finally pulled the pillow from my face and grinned, "Only the best for my
Gramps."

"It sure is," he replied, sucking up every drop of cum he could find. "From
the best grandson a man could ask for," he said when he was finally
stretched out on top of me and we were face to face. "Open your mouth," he
grumbled.

I did what he asked without question. He smiled and let his own mouth fall
open over mine. My eyes nearly popped out as I saw, as if in slow motion, a
mixture of saliva and cum ooze out of his mouth and fall toward mine. I
quickly stuck out my tongue to catch it and moaned when the cummy mass
landed on my taste buds.

"Oh yeah," Gramps moaned before diving in quickly so his tongue could
follow the cum into my mouth. I moaned and hugged him tight as we savored
my cum and his saliva together. A nice intergenerational con-cock-tion.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as I gripped his butt and forced him to grind his spent
cock against mine.

Finally, Gramps pulled back and smiled at me. "You make me hornier than
anyone ever has, Charlie. Even your dad, but don't tell him that!" he
laughed. "It means a lot that a young pup like you wants and old dog like
me sniffing around."

"Who better to learn new tricks from than an old dog?" I asked.

Gramps gave me a quick kiss and then said, "Right, get cleaned up and get
over to Hank's place."

"What?" I asked, shocked by the sudden transition.

"Hank was whining about some work he needs help with, and I volunteered
you."

"Thanks a lot."

"He's a great guy. You'll like him," Gramps assured me.

"What about chores?" I asked.

"After that performance, I'm giving you the morning off," he
chuckled. "Now, get dressed and get off."

"I've already got off," I laughed.

"Then get dressed and get out of here," he replied, rolling off of me.

"Don't I have time for a quick shower?"

"No need. Hank's not particular, and you'll work up a sweat with everything
he needs doing."

"Thanks a lot."

"Don't be a grouch. He's going to pay you," Gramps informed me, "even
though I told him it wasn't necessary."

"Glad he has more sense than you, old man," I laughed as I gave my cummy
ass a quick wipe with yesterday's underwear and then scrambled into the
rest of yesterday's clothes.

*****

With my brain on autopilot and still preoccupied with the morning's latest
mind-blowing sexcapades, I headed out of Gramps' driveway, turned right,
and walked a mile or so to the next drive on the left. It was a long walk,
but Gramps insisted that tramping across the countryside would do me good.

It seemed like the driveway was another mile long, but I finally did reach
a two-story farmhouse with a few outbuildings, all of which looked a little
worse for wear. As I stepped up on the porch, I was definitely wondering
what Gramps had gotten me into.

I knocked and waited. Looked around the yard to see what I might be in
for. Knocked again.

"Hold your horses!" came an annoyed shout from within right before the door
flew open. "What are you doing here so early?" A guy who must have had a
few years on Gramps was glaring at me. Obviously, I'd caught him off guard,
since he was wearing only lightweight striped pajama bottoms and a bathrobe
flopping open.

"Umm, sorry, Gramps said you were expecting me."

"Yes, yes, I talked to your grandma yesterday. She said you'd be glad to
help. I just wasn't expecting you so early."

"Oh, okay, well, I'm here now, so what do you need help with?" I tried to
ignore the fact that the front of his pajama bottoms was gaping
open. "Chores?"

"No, no," he said, shaking his head as he stepped back into the house and
held the door open. "I need some help cleaning up and clearing out."

"Oh, I see," I replied, a bit surprised.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come on in," he grouched.

"Yes, sorry," I replied, stepping past him and into the house. I looked
around and realized it was going to be a long day. It looked like the place
hadn't been cleaned or organized in years.

He closed the door and said, "Yeah, it's quite a sight. My Martha would not
be happy, but I haven't been able to keep up with things since she died
last month."

"Last month?" I replied with a bit too much surprise.

"Yes, last month," he replied. "I miss her so much."

"I'm sorry," I said as sympathetically as I could about someone I'd never
met to someone I'd just met.

"When was the last time you had a bath?" he asked out of the blue.

"Uh, yesterday," I replied, not really sure what the relevance was. "I
thought I'd be working outside."

"Not today. Maybe next time," he said. "If you're satisfactory enough for
there to be a next time."

"I aim to please," I assured him.

"Well, you can start with the bathroom upstairs then. Give it a good
cleaning and then have a shower."

"Really?"

"I'm sure I can find something of my son's that fits you well enough."

"Is he here?"

"No, he moved to the city a long time ago. Hardly visits now, but Martha
still kept his room ready for him. Follow me."

I followed him upstairs and he led me to the bathroom. I stepped inside and
looked around. It could have been worse. I looked under the sink and found
some toilet bowl cleaner and gave the john a quick clean. I also washed
down the sink and mirror. Except for a bit of soap scum on the glass door,
the shower didn't look too bad.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked as he returned and put an old
pair of jeans and a western shirt on the counter. "It won't clean itself."

"No, but I will," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood as I pulled off my
T-shirt and kicked of my shoes. I already had my jeans undone before I
remembered that I'd gone commando after using my underwear to wipe my cummy
ass earlier. Oh well, he's was the one who ordered the shower.

Just for fun, I turned my ass toward the door as I bent over to take off my
jeans and then my socks. He definitely got a good show. I even reached
around and scratched my ass for good measure, slightly spreading my cheeks
as I did it. Only a few days with Gramps had made me completely
shameless. All of the sexual urges I'd repressed for years were in complete
control. And then there was the nagging curiosity about what Dad and Gramps
got up to with Hank when they went for "supplies," if they got up to
anything.

I looked in the shower and then turned around. "You got any soap?" I
asked. He pointed silently toward the sink cabinet. I bent over from the
waist to look inside, giving him not only a good look at my ass but at my
balls hanging down. Shameless. And I could feel my cock starting to plump
up. I finally found a bar of soap, stood up, and turned around. It didn't
take me long to notice that his cock was plumping up too and had fallen out
of the gaping front of his pajama bottoms. "Guess I'd better not drop the
soap in the shower," I smiled as I unwrapped it.

"What? Why?" he asked, confused by my comment and apparently by the
situation as well.

"Well, you know what they say about prison showers and soap," I said,
giving a nod and a raised eyebrow in the direction of his crotch.

"What? Oh, sorry," he muttered as he tried to hide his growing cock.

"No need to be sorry," I said quickly dropping to my knees in front of him
and pushing his hands out of the way. He was uncut with a lot of extra
foreskin still hanging over the expanding head. I grabbed the shaft with
one hand and pulled the hood back with the other. "I'm here to make sure
everything is as clean as possible." Then I quickly swallowed the exposed
head and began licking it thoroughly.

"No, no, you shouldn't," he objected weakly. But his still stiffening cock
said, "Yes, yes, you should." I listened to his cock and started making
long swoops up and down the shaft, sucking on the delicious warm flesh as
it got harder and harder thanks to my efforts. "No, no," he whimpered but
the sudden grip on my hair that pulled me closer instead of shoving me away
said, "Yes, yes." His whimpering turned to moans as he started tentatively
thrusting his cock into my eager mouth. "Oh god," he finally moaned.

I pulled off quickly and said with a smile, "Not yet." I then stood up and
pushed the bathrobe off his shoulders, fully revealing a chest covered in
gray hair. I buried my face in that warm fur as I pushed his pajama bottoms
down and his cock sprang up. I gave a nipple a quick suck, grabbed him
gently by the cock, and let him into the shower. He was beyond protesting.

I closed the shower door behind us, turned on the water, and sank back to
my knees. "Oh yeah," he sighed as I took his cock back into my mouth. "That
feels nice." I would have laughed at the innocence of the comment if my
mouth hadn't been full of cock. I just continued to let my tongue work its
magic, teasing him back to full hardness after subsiding briefly during the
move. I also got a gentle grip on his low-hanging balls. "Mmmm," he moaned
as he slowly started thrusting his rigid rod into my mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned back, to show him I was enjoying my end of the deal.

"This is so wicked," he suddenly moaned.

I pulled my mouth off of his dick and looked up through the shower of water
at him. "You don't know wicked yet," I replied seductively. I then stood
up, turned my back on him, leaned toward the wall opposite the shower head,
planted my hands for balance and then looked over my shoulder. "It's all
yours."

"What?" He appeared to be completely dumbfounded, and his cock started to
wilt. I wasn't sure whether I'd made a mistake or not, but I wasn't giving
up.

"I want you to fuck me?" I informed him.

"You what?!"

"I want your cock in my ass," I insisted.

"That's sodomy!" he said. How shocking.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," I said, leaning back to grab his
cock and pull it toward my itching hole.

"I can't," he objected.

"This hard piece of meat in my hand says otherwise," I assured him, giving
the shaft a slow stroke to keep it happy.

"I..." He waivered, and I knew I had him.

"Don't worry, I can't take it. It's not the first."

"You've done this sinful thing before?" he asked, shocked.

"Not with you," I laughed, still slowly stroking him. "Please. You know you
want it. I want it. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is--" Before he could finish, I just held his cock in place
and backed my ass up to it. Thanks to Gramps' morning workout, I was primed
and ready. His cock was inside my ass before he knew what was
happening. "Oh my god," he moaned...but he didn't pull out.

"Now push it in deeper. As deep as you can go," I instructed him. After a
moment of hesitation, I felt his cock filling me. Inch by inch. Deeper and
deeper. His breathing became erratic, and I just prayed he wouldn't have a
heart attack.

"Oh my god," he moaned again when his flesh was pressed against mine and
his hands were gripping my hips. "What have I done?"

"Not much yet," I replied, pulling myself off of his cock almost all the
way and then slowly pushing myself back on it. Off. On. Off. On. Slowly
doing all the work fucking myself with his cock as he mumbled to
himself. It was a nonstop, rhythmic mumble. I couldn't make it out, but I
didn't care...because he finally started getting into the action. At last,
he started taking the lead to fuck me instead of me fucking myself.

His grip on my hips tightened as his thrusts became more urgent and his
mumbling became more frantic. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Faster and
faster. My arms absorbed the shock of the growing power of his
thrust. Ramming his cock into me. Mixing grunts with the mumbles. The pitch
of his mumbling rising. His breath becoming more
jagged. Panting. Mumbling. Thrusting. Suddenly, he yelled, "God forgive
me!" and really drove his cock home.

I quickly began jacking off as his cock throbbed and pulsed and shot more
cum in my hole to join the load Gramps had delivered earlier. Just as I
could feel his energy dwindling, my own dick went into action, spitting cum
all over the shower wall and floor. "Oh, God," he moaned as my ass gripped
his cock with every spasm of my body. "Forgive me," he moaned again.

My body shook as it expelled one final shot of cum to mingle with the water
running off of the walls and our bodies. Cum and water flowing down the
drain. Flowing down my body. We remained silent and motionless until his
cock eventually softened and withdrew from my ass of its own accord.

"Thanks, I needed that," I said as I straightened up and turned around. He
wasn't moving.

"I've been so lonely for the past month," he finally muttered.

"Well, I'm here now. Let's finish this cleaning job. I grabbed the bar of
soap, lathered it in my hands, and then began washing his cock. He moaned
at the touch of my hands, but he didn't pull away. "Rinse off," I said,
taking him by the shoulder and turning him around. Then I stood close
behind him and reached around to wash all that lovely gray hair on his
chest. My spent cock nestled itself between his ass cheeks, and he still
didn't pull away. Instead, he started mumbling to himself again as I washed
us both clean.

*****

After we and the bathroom were all clean, he became really shy. He told me
what he needed to have done around the house, but he hardly looked me in
the eye. I cleaned. I dusted. I vacuumed. I straightened. I did laundry. I
did dishes. I even cooked lunch for him when it was that time. After lunch,
I tackled the yard. He even helped, although I told him I could manage.

When the afternoon was getting on, I figured I should get back home. "I can
come back and finish whatever else you need some other time."

"I would appreciate that," he said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out
his wallet. "Your grandma said this would be enough." He held out fifty
dollars.

"Umm, sure, that's fine," I replied. Gramps hadn't said how much to
expect. I looked at him all sweaty and streaked with dirt. I knew I had to
be in the same condition or worse. I finally smiled and said, "I think we
could both do with another shower."

"If you think so," he mumbled.

*****

As I walked home with a fresh load of cum in my ass, I reached in my pocket
and pulled out the money. That extra shower was worth it. The original
fifty had become one hundred. I figured it would definitely be worth doing
more chores for him sometime.

When I got home, Gramps saw me coming and charged up the drive to meet
me. "Where the hell have you been all day?" he thundered.

"At Hank's place, where you sent me," I replied innocently.

"Like hell," Gramps replied. "He's been calling all day asking when you
were going to show up and help out."

"I don't know who has Alzheimer's around here, but it's not me. I was at
Hank's all day, and I helped him out with EVERYTHING!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gramps asked, backing off slightly.

"It means your buddy Hank is an even bigger dirty old man than you are," I
shot back.

"Old man?" Gramps said, looking completely confused. "Hank went to school
with your dad?"

"Then he hasn't aged well. He looks older than you, no offense."

"Exactly where have you been?" Gramps ask calmly.

"Exactly where you sent me!" I was getting more agitated as Gramps backed
off.

"But where, exactly?" Gramps asked.

"At Hank's farm! Out the drive to the right, first drive on the left!" I
was getting seriously pissed at being accused of slacking off after
everything I'd done for Hank, no matter how much I'd enjoyed doing it.

"You fucking shithead!" Gramps crowed with a grin. "Hank's place is to the
left and then on the right. I told you!"

"But you... I..." I was completely confused.

"Right and then left is the farm of Old Man Geary, the biggest
bible-thumping holy-roller in the county! He was one of my best friends
before we had a falling out."

"I told you he was old," I laughed nervously.

"Shit, Charlie, what did you do?" Gramps asked.

"Nothing he didn't enjoy," I assured Gramps.

"Let's go to the hayloft, and you can tell me all about it," Gramps
laughed.

"Tell you or show you?" I asked with a grin.

"I never object to a little show and tell," Gramps winked at me.

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