Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2016 22:08:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Generations

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I was incredibly nervous, the whole ride up, I don't know why. Dad felt it,
and every so often would reach across and squeeze my knee, my thigh
reassuringly. Which helped, it always did, but still, my stomach felt tight
and anxious. It took three hours to get there, to the little mountain town
up in the corner of the state, right near the Virginia line, and my brain
churned the whole drive.

"It's gonna be OK, Chris," Dad said warmly. "You'll see. We've been looking
forward to this for a long time."

When we got to the house, Gramps was waiting on the deck for us, drinking
coffee. He set his mug down as Dad pulled the Jeep up to the house, a big
grin on his handsome face. Dad was smiling real big too, and the connection
between them was totally obvious, as plain as the similarities in their
features. Dad was out of the car almost before the engine shut off, Gramps
coming down the stairs to meet him in a big, back-slapping hug. Damn, they
looked so alike. Both big, beefy, muscular, their thinning hair
close-cropped. A few more wrinkles on Gramps' face, the stubble on his head
a steely gray, not just flecked with it like Dad's. A little more thickness
to him, but you could still see the hard-charging football player he'd been
through college, just like Dad had been, like I hoped to be too next
year. He looked damn good, amazing in fact, and despite my nerves, I was
glad to see that I might still look pretty good when I got to his
age. Everybody said how much I favored Dad and Gramps, and seeing them
together, how healthy and fit and handsome they were, helped ease my mood a
little more.

They were still hugging tightly, murmuring in each other's ears, smiling
warmly at one another, when I got out of the Jeep and joined them, hands
stuffed into my pockets, feeling awkward as hell. They turned to me with
near-identical smiles, and Gramps let go of Dad and came to me, arms wide
open, enveloping me in a big, strong, lasting hug. He'd always been a
hugger, and being in his arms took me back, to all those times I'd looked
forward to seeing the big guy, experiencing those hugs, being enveloped in
those thick, muscular arms and squeezed into the big solidity of his
chest. How good it had always felt. Looking back, I guess I imprinted on
that at an early age, and the way Dad now gently rubbed my back as Gramps
and I hugged, as I finally got over myself and wrapped my big young arms
around him now, just reinforced the effect. So much warmth. So much gentle,
deep, masculine love. So comfortable, so right.

"There's my big guy," Gramps said, like he always did, and his eyes
sparkled big and blue like they always had as we looked at each other. He
ruffled the back of my head, buzzcut like him and Dad, three big guys from
three generations, close and tight. Right. I felt my stomach slowly
unknotting as I gave myself over to the simple, deep power of our family
bond. A manly bond.

Dad could always read me like a book, so when he stepped up next to us, and
slipped an arm around each of us, bringing us in tight together as a unit,
I finally relaxed, smiled at my guys. And when Gramps leaned in and gave my
lips a soft kiss, gentle, loving, I kissed him back. Just like we'd done a
thousand times since I was a little kid, but different now. I was on the
verge of manhood - well, already there, Dad had said repeatedly the past
year or so - and I felt the energy of men strongly now, transforming our
bond, the way the bond between me and Dad had so powerfully changed this
past year. Deepened.

"So glad you're here, Chris," Gramps said, and pecked my lips again.

"So am I, Gramps," I replied, and pecked him back, a little softer, a
little slower this time. Then, one for Dad, for bringing me here, for
bringing me close. Watching as Dad and his father leaned into on another to
kiss, soft at first, and then, after looking at me, deeper. Slower. The
quiet soft smack of lips, gentle deep sounds of love and pleasure as the
big family men reconnected. God, I was already hard as fuck in my
shorts. Gramps felt it, smiled at me when he and Dad finally parted, took
my face in both his hands, like he was looking into me. Then kissed me,
deeper than before, like he and Dad had kissed. Moist, lips moving, the
faint suggestion of his thick, warm tongue lightly tasting my lips. Just
that, for now - like he didn't want to scare me away.

"Safe up here, big guy," he said low and warm, sending a shiver down my
spine as Dad rubbed my back, leaned in and soft-kissed the side of my
neck. "Just us guys. Family. Together."

I let out a soft sound, almost a moan, as I surrendered myself to their
big, strong, yet gentle hands, fingers, lips.

A little later on, I was lazing in the pool, naked, feeling the sun warming
my skin, my big, steadily beefing-up teen body. Dad was wading in, just as
naked, even bigger, handsome as hell, coming to me for another deep, wet
kiss. It was still so exciting to do this with him in front of someone
else, someone we both loved and trusted, and Gramps smiled real big at us,
big and naked on the deck as he watched Dad and I come together, kissing
deep and wet, hungry, unbound. Unashamed. Dad's big ex-ballplayer hands on
the big, thick curves of my ass, the swell of our proud cocks together
between us, the way his thick, wet tongue so skilfully explored my mouth,
had me leaking for him in short order.

"You OK still, buddy?" he asked against my lips. I smiled, nodded, kissed
him some more.

"I am, Dad," I replied. "I'm glad we came here. Glad you shared all this
with me. Glad to be a part of it."

He grinned, and we kissed, and I heard the quiet splash, the slow ripple of
the pool water around us as Gramps joined us, his big cock arcing steadily
upright as he waded over. This time, I was the one to hug him to me first,
welcoming him into my big, naked teen body, opening my mouth to his kiss,
the slow, sensual, loving exploration of each other's mouths with our
tongues. Dad's lips, tongue pressed to our skin all over as he circled us,
watching his father and his son kissing like lovers, like he and Gramps had
done since he was younger than me. A family tradition, powerful and secret
and incredibly erotic. One that I knew I wanted to continue, as Dad joined
our kiss, three family tongues slipping together hungrily, sensually. A son
of my own, some day, to introduce to my Dad the way he'd done for me, a
fourth generation of this kind of intense, manly family bonding. The
thought made my cock twitch, sent a shiver and a light moan through me, and
Dad and Gramps smiled at each other.

"I love you guys, so much," I murmured, kissing their warm, damp
bodies. "So glad to be with you... one of you."

Dad was right by my side as I laid back on the deck, raising my beefy young
thighs to Gramps with a smile, watching him slicking up that big cock of
his, fully hard now. Such a strong, virile, handsome man, and he slipped
inside me with such tenderness, such love, I saw where Dad got it from.
This is how Dad would look, in roughly 20 years, a little thicker, a little
grayer, a few more crinkles around his big blue eyes, when he fucked
me. And he would still be fucking me, still making love to me, I resolved
right then and there. Making love to me slow and deep and tender, like his
own father had, and still did. Like I hoped to do for my son, having him
with us as we bonded as family. Bringing him into the circle, the special
secret we shared, like Dad and Gramps were doing for me. Showing him the
perfection, the power of being a deep, close family of men.