Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2020 18:28:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 7 (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 7 I woke up to the most pleasant sensation: fingers lightly trailing over my body. Slowly, from my belly to my throat and back down again. I stayed motionless with my eyes closed and let my nerves enjoy the delicate stimulation. I could feel my nipples hardening and my cock growing. When the fingers trailed down over my belly again and continued on along the shaft of my cock, the eager appendage flexed and jumped. "Is someone finally awake?" Hank whispered softly in my ear before kissing my throat and then nibbling on my ear. "Someone is," I whispered back, turning my head so our lips met. Soft. Gentle pecks. A soft bite on my lower lip. "You're so sexy," Hank sighed. "Look who's talking," I replied, opening my eyes and looking in the face that was looking back at me. "I've never seen anyone who looked like you before. Not in real life." "Thanks," he replied with another soft kiss. "If you like it, it's worth the effort." "You mean this isn't your natural state?" I laughed. "This is," he chuckled, pressing his hard cock against my hip, "but the rest of it takes effort to keep it hard." "Mmmm," I sighed as he wrapped his fingers around my cock and slowly started stroking it as we kissed. Softly. Then more passionately. Tension growing. Urgency growing. Suddenly, I pushed Hank's shoulder over and rolled him onto his back. I then quickly scrambled on top of him. "Someone's aggressive in the morning," Hank smiled. "I can be," I smiled, grinding our cocks together, "when someone arouses me from a deep sleep." "I didn't know I was playing with a sleeping tiger," Hank grinned. "Well, I'm not playing," I assured him as I entwined my fingers in his and leaned in for another passionate kiss. I bit his lip in retaliation for him biting mine, then my tongue penetrated his lips. He sucked me in and moaned as he thrust his hardon up against mine. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered when I broke the kiss and looked down at him. "Where's your lube?" I asked casually. "Right there," he replied, turning his head slightly toward the nightstand. I unwound my fingers from his and reached out to grab the tube of lube. "But I'm still ready for you." "But I'm not ready for you," I replied as I shifted into a kneeling position over his crotch. "Are you sure?" he asked, as he gently stroked my thighs. "Oh yeah," I grinned, reaching back to start applying lube to my asshole. "I'm glad to hear it," he whispered as one hand moved from my thigh and again started stroking my cock. "Turnabout is fair play," I assured him as I finished with the lube and tossed the tube back onto the nightstand. "I'm perfectly happy just taking it, Charlie," he assured me. "I like it." "So do I," I laughed. "Taking it, I mean." To confirm the point, I reached back and held Hank's cock in place as I lowered my pucker to meet it. "I just thought you might still be a bit worn from Clay Walker." "I'm young. I recover quickly," I laughed. "I can't argue with that. Oh yeah," he sighed as the head of his cock easily slipped into my lubed hole. He continued caressing a thigh with one hand and gently tugging on my cock with the other. "That feels so good," he whispered as I sank my ass slowly down his throbbing shaft. "It sure does," I moaned, rubbing his firm belly and stroking his muscular forearms. "Oh, Hank," I groaned as I finished taking him all into me and was finally sitting on his lap. I leaned forward and ran my hands up across his belly to his chest. I planted my palms over his nipples and then started sliding my ass up his cock. "That's it," Hank sighed, placing his hands on mine. "Nice and slow, Charlie. Feels so good." "Sure does," I agreed as I began to sit back down on him, taking him back into my bowels. "Ride me, Charlie," he sighed, trailing his hands up and down my arms, gripping my shoulders and massaging them gently. I threw my head back as I continued slowly riding his cock and his hands slid down to my chest. "Oh, Hank," I groaned when he took my nipples in his hands and gently rubbed the hard tips. "You like that, Charlie?" he asked softly. "Oh yeah," I groaned, pressing my chest against his strong fingers. "Harder," I moaned. "As hard as you want," he replied as he increased the tightness of his hold. "Oh god yeah," I moaned, and the pleasure caused me to increase the speed of my ass sliding up and down his hard shaft. "Yeah, Charlie, ride me, boy," Hank hissed, twisting my nipples in addition to pinching them. "Oh, Hank," I groaned, rubbing my palms against his chest while I tried to maintain balance in my movements. "Oh, Charlie," he replied. I could feel Hank finally starting to trust his cock up to meet my ass as it lowered onto him. Driving the head of his dick deep into my guts. "You feel so good inside me, Hank," I moaned. "So perfect. Not too big. Not too small." "Glad to hear the last," Hank laughed. "I wouldn't care, though," I assured him, and in that moment, I knew it was true. I was interested in more than the size of Hank's dick. Of course, I wasn't complaining about what he did have, either. I laughed softly to myself. "What's so funny," Hank whispered. "Nothing. Just really enjoying the ride," I replied, tightening my ass grip on his cock and rocking on it faster." "That's it, Charlie. Go for it," he hissed as he released my nipples. He trailed his hands down over my flexing belly. One hand came to rest on my thigh, and the other wrapped around my drooling cock. He tightened and loosened his grip on my flexing thigh as he firmly began pulling on my cock. "That's it, Hank," I groaned, feeling electric shocks running through my body. "It sure is," Hank agreed, thrusting his cock up into me with more force and urgency. "I wouldn't mind starting every day like this," he grunted. "Me either," I panted. Riding his cock faster and faster. Feeling his grip on my thigh and my cock tighten. Urging me on. Filling my ass with cock. Again and again. Hard, deep thrusts. Grunting every time. "You gonna cum, Charlie?" he finally gasped. "Are you?" I gasped back. "Oh god, yes," he grunted. "Me too," I laughed. "Oh god, me too, Hank!" "I'M... I'M GONNA..." "I LOVE YOU, HANK!" I yelled as my cock started throbbing and spewing cum over his tight, bronzed flexing belly. "FUCK YEAH!" Hank roared as he thrust his dick hard into me. "CUMMING, CHARLIE!" he yelled as I felt his cock throb and shoot my ass full of cum. Grunting thrusts of hot cum. "GIVE IT TO ME, HANK!" I shouted as my cock continued covering him in cum and my ass spasmed on his shaft. "EVERY DROP, CHARLIE!" he assured me, thrusting harder into me as his body flexed and shook and unloaded his balls. We became a heaving, grunting, thrusting pair, emptying out seed into and onto each other. Panting. Sweating. Writhing. Until almost simultaneously, we froze. Then, with two long sighs, our bodies began to relax. "Oh god, Hank," I sighed as I leaned forward and lowered my body onto his, sealing us together with my cum. "Oh, Charlie," he sighed in reply as he wrapped his arms around me and slowly began rubbing my back. "You feel so good. So right," he sighed, as I felt his cock slipping from me. I tightened my ass grip on him, and he laughed. "It's okay, you can let me go." "I don't want to," I whispered. "You'll have to sooner or later," he whispered back before he began gently nibbling on and licking my earlobe. The action felt more like a tickle at that point, and I laughed. My body relaxed in the moment, and Hank's cock popped out of my ass. "Not fair!" I laughed. "All's fair in..." But he stopped himself. I raised myself up and looked him in the eye. "I know it's crazy, but I do think I mean what I said...last night and just now." "I believe you do," he replied seriously. "That's what I'm afraid of." "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm beginning to think I could come to feel the same about you. I'm not sure that would be the best for either of us." "Why?" I asked. "Well, for one thing, I went to school with your dad," he laughed. "So?" I persisted. "Age is just a number." "Don't give me that crap, Charlie. Only guys your age think they believe that. Guys my age know it is more than a number. We have fewer of those numbers left." "God, you talk like you were Gramps' age," I laughed. "And when you're my age, I will be Joe's age," he said practically. "Or near enough." "So?" "So, I better get you home before Joe rips my ass for keeping you from doing his chores," he laughed, raising his hand to give me a playful swat on the butt. "That's it, then?" I asked seriously. He looked at me seriously before finally responding, "For now. Okay?" I looked him in the eyes for a few seconds and then replied, "Okay. For now." I then gave him a quick kiss and rolled off of his cummy belly. "Where's your shower?" "Not yet," he said, grabbing me as I got out of the bed and stood up. He spun me around and started licking my belly. "Mmmmmmm, now that's what I call a good breakfast!" Then he licked me some more. "It tickles!" I started laughing and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me go. He sucked my spent cock into his mouth and then sucked a few final drops of cum out of it. He looked up at me as my cock slipped back out from between his lips. "Best breakfast I've had in a long time," he smiled. Then he relaxed back against the mattress and started wiping up the cum from his belly. "No need to waste it," he said with a wink before he started licking his fingers clean. "Mmmmmmmm." "You're so sexy," I laughed. "I know," Hank replied casually. "Bathroom's down the hall on the left. I'm sure you can find it. Make yourself at home." "Thanks," I said, heading off naked to find the bath. "Don't be too long, though. I really don't want to piss off Joe!" "I can handle Gramps," I assured him with a laugh from the hallway. As it turned out, Gramps was eager to handle me. ***** "Thanks for the ride," I said, as Hank pulled his truck up in front of Gramps' house. "Or should I say rides, plural?" I asked with a grin. "I'll give you a ride any time you want to take or give one," Hank replied with a wink. "Morning, Joe," he called out when he saw Gramps emerging from the house. "Morning, Hank," Gramps replied gruffly. "No time to chat. Time's a wastin'! Already had to do the evening chores on my own in the rain," he added grumpily. "Sorry about that, Gramps," I said, climbing out of the truck. "I'll make up for it." "Damn right you will," he replied and stalked off toward the barn. I looked at Hank with a fake worried look on my face and he shrugged with a smile. "Good luck." "Thanks," I replied. He put the truck in gear, and I waved as he drove away. As soon as he was out of sight, I rushed to the barn. "I'll start with the milking," I said cheerily. "You'll get your ass up to the loft and milk this first," Gramps said, grabbing his crotch and letting his angry face dissolve into a grin. "Whatever you say," I replied as I started the climb to the loft. ***** It didn't take long for Gramps to have me bent over a bale of hay with his hard cock working its magic in my asshole. No preliminaries. Just straight to the hard main event. "Oh yeah, that's it, boy," Gramps moaned as he pumped his cock into me. "Nice and tight. Twenty-four hours is too long to go without this now," he grunted. "Glad you like it," I laughed. "You got me hooked," he chuckled. "I'll bet you got Hank hooked too." "You think I let everybody in town fuck me?" I asked with a laugh. Neither confirming nor denying. "I'd be surprised if Hank let this ass out of his site without trying it out first," Gramps grunted, making good use of the ass he was discussing. He was thrusting harder and harder into me. Going nice and deep. For some reason, I just didn't feel like telling Gramps about my activities with Hank. Spilling all of the details about Mr. Geary and Mr. Walker had been one thing. I enjoyed how hot it made Gramps to hear about me and those men. But Hank was different. I wanted to keep him to myself for as long as I could. "Charlie! Where are you?" Gran called from bellow, before I had to say anything incriminating about Hank. Gramps froze with his dick buried in my guts. "Up here," I called casually. "Before you disappear again," she replied, "I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Geary called." "Oh yeah?" I replied as Gramps silently resumed sliding his meat in and out of my asshole. "He wants to know when you can go do some more work for him," she clarified. "Tomorrow?" I called. "Is your grandpa up there with you?" she asked, casually. "Yes," I replied. "Can you spare him tomorrow afternoon, Joe?" she called. Without stopping his thrusts, Gramps replied, "I think so. As long as he gets his work done for me in the morning." "I'll tell him to expect you tomorrow, then, Charlie." Gran called. "Okay, I'll be there," I grunted as Gramps drove especially deep. "Don't work him too hard, Joe," Gran called. "He's just working up an appetite for lunch," Gramps called back casually. "I'd better get to it then," she replied. "Hold on, boy," Gramps said, pulling his cock out of me. He went over to the loft window and looked out, then he returned to me and slipped his oozing dick back into my waiting ass. "Coast's clear. Let's have some fun," he said, giving my ass a really hard slap before starting to pump away at my insides again. "Go for it, Gramps," I encouraged him. "I bet Old Man Geary can't wait to have another go at this tight hole," Gramps chuckled. "If the pay is as good as last time," I grunted, thrusting back onto Gramps' cock, "I won't object." "You slut," Gramps laughed. "Look who's talking," I replied, clamping my ass tighter on his shaft. "Oh yeah, that's it, Charlie, nice and tight," he sighed, gripping my hips and pulling me back to meet his steady thrusts. "Mmmmmm." "What was the falling out about?" I panted casually. "What falling out?" Gramps replied, a little preoccupied and a little confused. "You and Mr. Geary," I grunted as his plunging thrusts became harder jabs. "Who knows?" Gramps grunted back. "Come on," I objected. "No, I'm gonna cum IN," Gramps chuckled, really pounding away, with his balls slapping my ass as his dick drilled deeper. "You know," I persisted. "Why do you want to know?" Gramps panted. "Why not?" "Well, if you must know, it was about his son, Paul." "Oh yeah," I moaned, as Gramps gave my ass a good, hard, sharp smack with his rough hand. "Yeah, that's it," Gramps grunted. "Paul was as tight as you." "You fucked Paul?" "As often as possible. Just as eager as you and your dad." "I'm surprised you ever got any work done," I laughed. "It was hard," Gramps chuckled, "with those two and Hank around all the time." "Together?" "Not usually," Gramps laughed. "So Mr. Geary caught you fucking his son?" I grunted. The memories seemed to be driving Gramps to an even more aggressive attack on my ass. "No," Gramps grunted back, "but he did catch me with Paul's luscious lips wrapped around my cock and eagerly, enthusiastically sucking my juices out. This barn. Down in the stalls." "Oh god, Gramps, harder," I moaned. His memories drove him on. "Oh yeah, boy, nice and hard," he moaned, "just the way you like it." "What did Geary say?" I groaned. "What the hell?" "I want to know." "That's what he said," Gramps grunted. "He said, 'What the hell?'" "Oh sorry. Oh yeah, that's it. Feels so good." "Surprised the hell out of us, just as I was getting ready to cum," Gramps continued. "Paul pulled off to look at his dad, whose mouth dropped open as I starting shooting my load all over his son's face." "Fuck," I grunted. I could feel Gramps' excited fingers digging into the flesh on my hips. Fucking me faster and faster. Yanking me back onto his cock. "To hot to stop," Gramps panted. "Couldn't help it. Creamed the kid good." "I'll bet," I grunted. "I just closed my eyes and let it shoot. Figured I might as well enjoy it. Damage done." "Wow," I moaned, imagining the scene Gramps was describing. "When I finally looked down, Paul's face was dripping with cum. I can still see it now. Oh shit, Charlie, you should have seen it. Oh fuck, just the thought," he grunted. "Fill my ass, Gramps." There was no mistaking Gramps' state. I was becoming an expert on his warning signs. "So much cum," he moaned. I wasn't sure whether he was in the present or the past, but I didn't care. "I want it all," I begged. "Give it to me, Gramps." "Fuck, boy," Gramps grunted as he rammed his meat deeper and harder into my hole. "That's it, give it to me," I moaned. "Nice and deep." "Gonna cum," he finally growled between gritted teeth. "Breed me, Gramps!" I order. "Shoot that hot cum up my ass." "OH FUCK, CHARLIE!" he yelled as he thrust his throbbing cock into my hole. "TIGHTER!" he ordered. I squeezed my ass on his shaft. "CUM, GRAMPS!" I ordered. "I'M CUMMING!" he grunted back as his body began to convulse and his cock throbbed. "CUMMING, CHARLIE!" he moaned as he began spraying his jizz in my guts. Throbbing. Thrusting. Shooting. Cumming. "That's it, Gramps," I moaned, thrusting my ass back firmly onto his exploding cock. "Give it to me. Breed my butt." He gave my ass one final hard slap and one final hard thrust. Then he froze. Not breathing. Not moving. Just pulsing his dick in my ass. Finally, he let out his breath in a slow exhale. "Oh fuck," he sighed, "that was good." "Mmmmm," I sighed as he began gently massing my ass cheeks. "So, what happened with Mr. Geary and Paul?" I finally asked. Gramps laughed and said, "You don't give up, do you?" "Not if I can help it," I confirmed. "Well," Gramps finally continued, "after I shot my load all over Paul's face with his stunned dad watching, we all just froze for a moment. Then, Paul stuck out his tongue and licked up a huge glob of jizz that was sliding down past the outer corner of his lips. He didn't think about it. It was just a reflex." "Naturally," I agreed. "But it was enough to set off Geary like a vengeful bat out of hell. Called me and Paul every name he could think of. Some I'd never even heard," he said with a chuckle. "All as my cum continued sliding down his son's face. Finally, he just grabbed Paul's arm and pulled him out of the barn...still covered in cum. I was just glad your gran wasn't around," he added with another small laugh. "Like you, she was curious enough about my falling out with Geary, but I never told her, and apparently neither did he." "I'll bet not," I laughed, which involuntarily forced Gramps' spent cock out of my butt. My hole tightened to keep his seed inside, though. "Anyway," Gramps continued as he got his stashed cum rag to wipe off his cock, "Paul went away to college a couple weeks after that and has never been back." "That's too bad," I replied as I began putting myself back in order and getting dressed. "Yeah," Gramps agreed as he tucked his cock away and fastened up his jeans. "Some dads aren't as open-minded as I am," he added with a laugh. "That's true," I replied. "They should be," I added, giving him a big hug. "And now you know why I got such a kick out of you telling me Geary liked fucking your ass. Just confirms what an old hypocrite he is." "Maybe I'll work on that," I said thoughtfully. "As long as you're getting paid for it," he laughed. "Now, get your ass busy with those chores. You're not getting free room and board just so you can sell your ass all over the county. You've got chores to do! Well, other chores to do." He gave me a wink as he adjusted his satisfied cock in his jeans before climbing down from the loft. 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