Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2021 23:29:49 +0100
From: David Greg Denton <dgregdenton@gmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me - Part 7

Dr. Mike, My Dad and Me – Part 7

Gay, incest, father, son

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A couple of days before the weekend we'd all been looking forward to for a
month, Dad got a call that Grandad was in the hospital. He'd tripped over
something at work and had broken his leg. Dad called and told me about it,
asking Dr. Mike if he could pick me up and stay with me until Grandad was
out of surgery and recovery then in a room. He told me not to worry because
it was a clean break but required a rod and some screws. Of course, I was
worried but Dr. Mike explained everything to me and that made me feel a
whole lot better. He took me to his gym and I was excited to work out with
him and maybe even run into the father/son duo I'd heard so much about.

When we got there, we changed in the locker room then went out to warm up
before lifting some weights. While he was spotting me on some bench
presses, he told me that the "son" was there on the treadmill. After
Dr. Mike helped me get the barbell back on the rack, he pointed him out to
me. He was taller than me and blond and way hot. I couldn't wait to catch
him in the shower. I caught his eye, smiled and nodded. He smiled at me and
nodded back. Dr. Mike saw the exchange. I assured him I was just going to
sit in the sauna for a bit, but I was secretly hoping the hottie would
follow. He winked at me and told me to have fun but asked me not to do
anything that would get his membership cancelled because he really liked
this gym.

I went to my locker, stripped down, then walked down the hall and in
through the wooden door, sitting on my towel instead of placing it in my
lap. I didn't have to wait long before the door opened and a naked blond
walked in. He took a ladle from the bucket near the door and poured it on
the rocks. They hissed as steam rose and filled the room. He walked across
the small, wood covered room, uncut cock and low hanging balls swinging
gloriously from side to side. He sat down a few feet from me. I was just
about to speak when he beat me to the punch. "I've seen your dad here
before but not you. Why is that... if don't mind my asking?" I found it
interesting that he assumed Dr. Mike was my dad, but I didn't bother to
correct him.

"I usually work out at school, but I thought it might be fun to come with
him today. Do you work out here often?" After I said it, I realized it
sounded like a line, but it was too late.

"I usually come with my dad, but he had to work late. I'm Alex by the way."
He stood, turned and reached out his hand to me. I looked him in his
beautiful blue eyes, even though his cock was right at eye level, and
replied,

"I'm Jack. Nice to meet you." We shook and he held my hand a little longer
than necessary. Then he sat down next to me, our knees touching
slightly. My cock started to grow and although it was risky, I looked down
to see his growing as well. "My dad always speaks highly of this place. Do
you and your dad like it?"

 "Oh yeah. The equipment is great," he said while looking down at my hard
cock, "and the people are very nice."

"I'm beginning to see what my dad sees in this place," I remarked as I
looked down at his again. "You know, though, I can never sit in these
things for very long. What about you?"

"I can actually, but I'd be willing to cut this short and meet you in the
showers if you'd like. What do you say?"

"I say, we cover these boners up and get out of here."

"Agreed," he said then smiled and led the way, making sure I got a good
look at his magnificent ass as he walked to the door, careful to wrap his
towel around his waist before opening it. I did the same and followed him
to the shower room. He walked all the way to the end, choosing the last one
on the right. I chose the last one on the left. He left his curtain open
and so did I. We both lathered up slowly turning each other on as we
did. Then he turned his back to me, bent over and soaped up his asshole,
inserting a finger, teasing me with it. When he turned back around, I did
the same, inserting one of my own and then another. By the time we faced
each other again, we were both rock hard. He stroked his uncut cock and I
stroked my cut one. Faster and faster we stroked, racing to the risky end
we both wanted and needed. He shot first, keeping his eyes open so that he
could see me shoot and I wasn't far behind. We both came buckets and it was
fantastic.

Once we had both come down from our orgasmic high. We shut off the water
and dried off. I wrapped my towel around my waist and he did the same. We
emerged at the same time and before I knew it, he gave me a quick kiss then
turned and left. I stopped at the sinks to dry and fix my hair, then
rewrapped my towel around my waste and went back to my locker. Mike was in
the middle of getting dressed and asked quietly, "So how did it go?"

"It was fantastic!" I declared as quietly as I could... even though I was
screaming on the inside. As I was tying my shoes, I saw Alex coming down
our aisle. He stopped on the other side of me and said,

"It was nice to meet you Jack. I hope to see you again soon. He leaned over
and put something in my pocket. I responded,

"You too, Alex." He turned and walked away and I'm not ashamed to admit
that I watched his ass as he did.

"So what did he slip into your pocket?" Dr. Mike asked, bringing me back to
reality. I reached in and pulled out a slip of paper.

"His phone number."

"Wow! You must have made quite an impression. I've never seen him do that
before." That brought a smile to my face. "By the way, your dad
called. Your grandad is out of surgery and in recovery. He did great. He
wants us to get a bite to eat then head on over to the hospital. He should
be in a room by then."

"Thanks, Dr. Mike for taking my mind off that for a while."

"My pleasure, Jack, and do you think you could start calling me Mike now. I
mean your dad and I have been dating for a couple of months now." I
chuckled and said,

"I can try." He smiled then said,

"What do you say we head out?" I agreed, we grabbed our gym bags and headed
to a fast-food place on the way to the hospital.

While we were eating, we both got a text with Grandad's room number. We
finished eating and then drove over. We arrived at the hospital, went up to
the room and saw Dad sitting in a chair next to the bed reading a
magazine. Grandad was sleeping peacefully, his lower leg in a cast. He was
surrounded by monitors with tubes and wires sticking out of him. I went
over to Dad and gave him a kiss. Then I took Grandad's hand. He opened his
eyes and looked right at me.

"There's my favorite grandson," he said in almost a whisper. "Come and give
your old grandad a kiss. I leaned over and did it then said,

"You better not let Cousin Tony hear you say that." I turned and asked Dad,
"Where are they by the way?" He replied,

"They're in Europe. I just got off the phone with your Uncle Anthony. I
told them not to rush back. And that everything was under control." I
nodded. "He's going to call you in the morning, okay Dad?" Grandad nodded
and closed his eyes. Then they flew back open and looking right at Dr. Mike
he asked,

"Wait a minute... who is this good-looking young man?" Dad said,

"This is Mike, Dad. He took care of Jack today while I was here with
you. Mike and I are... uh... dating." I checked for Grandad's reaction and
was pleased when he smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mike. Thank for taking care of my grandson
today." He extended his hand and Dr. Mike came forward a bit to take
it. They shook and I could tell from Grandad's face that he was pleased
with the firm grip.

"He's a doctor, Grandad."

"That's how we all know each other, Mr. Miller. I'm Jack's doctor." Grandad
spoke up and said,

"Please call me John, Mike." Mike smiled and added,

"So that's three Johns in one room."

"Well, not actually, Mike. It's a funny story..." but that was as far as
Grandad got before Dad interrupted him.

"That's enough, Dad. Nobody wants to hear that story." Mike and I looked at
each other then at Grandad.

"Yes, we do," we both answered at the same time. Grandad laughed and
continued in a raspy but clear voice,

"My wife and I were both adamant that our first son would not be named
after me. We had decided that he would be named after her father,
Anthony. Now when we found out we were expecting our second child, we were
told by the doctor that it was going to be a girl so we weren't even
looking at boys names. Needless to say, we were both surprised when she
gave birth to a boy. The nurse asked what we were going to name him and my
wife started to answer, `John, he...' then she had a coughing fit and I got
her some water. The nurse left and we discussed possible names for our new
son. We were torn between two different ones but when the nurse came back
with him, she said, `Here's Johnny!' just like Ed McMahan used to when he
announced Johnny Carson. We looked and sure enough, his ID bracelet said,
Johnny, not even John. She must have misheard what my wife had said. I was
going to protest but my wife shushed me and thanked the nurse so that we
could enjoy our new baby. We talked about changing it later but she pointed
out that he still wasn't technically named after me, so we kept it."

"You mean Dad's name is really Johnny, not John?!" I asked Grandad,
incredulously.

"I go by John now, not Johnny."

"Anyway," Grandad went on, "the point is, Jack, your Dad could have changed
his name legally to John, but he never did." I looked at Dad but all I
could say was,

"Wow!" I declared incredulously. Dad's answer to that was,

"Whatever. Can we move on now? How are you feeling Dad? Can I get you
anything? Hemlock? Arsenic? Strychnine?" That made us all laugh.

Grandad came home with us the next day and stayed until he had fully
recuperated and was walking on his own again. Afterwards, he took early
retirement, sold his condo and moved in with us and started planning his
first trip abroad.

I ended up calling Alex after Grandad left the hospital and explained what
had happened. He was very sweet to ask how Grandad was doing which made me
like him all the more. He asked if I could spend the night at his house, so
while I had him on the phone, I asked Dad if it was okay. He asked if
Alex's parents were going to be there. Alex said they would and so I was
given permission to go. Only one snag, I still hadn't gotten around to
getting my driver's license so Alex had to come and pick me up and I had to
promise Dad and Grandad that I would learn to drive.

I answered the door when Alex arrived, invited him in and introduced him to
Dad and Grandad and Mike... officially.

"You have two Dads, Jack. That is so cool!" We all laughed at the inside
joke that Mike was one of my Dads. Alex looked puzzled so I just grabbed my
bag, said my goodbyes and told them I'd see them the next day.

On the way to Alex's, he informed me that it would just be the three of
us... him, his dad and me. His mom had had to go out of town because her
sister was very sick. I immediately started thinking of how I could get the
three of us together.

Alex and his dad made dinner, which was delicious, and afterwards Alex
asked me what I wanted to do. I had seen that they had a pool and hot tub
earlier on the tour of the house, so I asked if I could take a
swim. Mr. Scott said I could, so I went outside, stripped naked and dove
in. When I got to the other side, I saw that Alex had stripped down
also. He dove in and asked if I wanted to race. By then, Mr. Scott had
joined us outside and agreed to be the judge. He counted us down and then
we took off. After one lap down and back, I was pretty sure I had won, but
Mr. Scott was diplomatic enough to declare it a tie. I hugged Alex, maybe a
little longer than I should have because my cock started to stir and I
could feel his doing the same. We pulled apart and swam a little longer
before I suggested we all get in the hot tub. Mr. Scott was a little
reluctant to strip down, which I thought was odd since I'd heard the story
of him and Alex beating off in the gym showers in front of Mike, but he did
and we all got in, Alex and I on one side, Mr. Scott on the other. He was a
really sexy, mature version of Alex and I was extremely turned on by the
sight of him and the nearness of Alex. My feet accidentally grazed
Mr. Scott's several times. He didn't make a big deal out of it, so that was
good, but he did get out offering to get us all something cold to
drink. While he was gone, I asked if he and his dad used the hot tub
much. He said they did but never naked because his mom didn't approve of
nudism.

"Here we are boys," Mr. Scott said as he handed each one of us a soft
drink. As he started to get back in, he slipped and I jumped up to catch
him. My cock was hard and he gave it a good long look before we both
slipped back under the water. I discretely reached out under the bubbles to
check Alex's state of arousal. He was fully hard too. We tried to keep the
conversation casual, but I was still thinking of a way that all three of us
get together... tonight.

"You're in really great shape, Mr. Scott," I commented after Alex brought
up the gym. I couldn't help but think about that uncut cock of his, longer
and thicker than Alex's.

"Thanks, Jack. I try." Then Alex joined in,

"Come on, Dad. You don't just try, you succeed. Very few guys your age are
in as good a shape as you are and you know it." I squeezed Alex's thigh
then grazed his cock again with the back of my hand. It was still hard, a
good thing.

"That's very nice of you to say, son. You're a good workout buddy." Alex
smiled, genuinely and said,

"Thanks, Dad, so are you."

"I can see you guys have a great relationship... very close. A lot like me
and my dad." This time I grabbed Alex's cock and squeezed it. He jumped a
little and his dad noticed.

"Maybe I should leave you two alone," he commented as he started to rise
from the water, his cock fully engorged now.

"No need, Mr. Scott. We can all go in. Right, Alex?" I asked as I stood,
showing off my engorged cock as well. Alex rose too, his cock also
completely hard. We all climbed out and dried off using the towels Alex had
brought out earlier. I could see us all stealing glances at one another as
we toweled off, uncut and cut cocks swaying and bouncing against hairy and
hairless ball sacks. Alex and I slung our towels over our shoulders while
Mr. Scott wrapped his towel around his waist more out of habit I think than
modesty. Then we all went inside.


(To be continued in Part 8)